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Enjoying the moon


On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, I looked up at the sky and saw a round of the moon, but it was not a round of a bright moon that we often said. There are layers of clear clouds in the sky, like smoke and fog, misty in the moonlight. The moon halo is precisely the matchmaker of the round moon and Qingyun, which is between the two, a faint point on the circle, neither smashing the Lord and having a pleasing state.

Some people say that the new moon is like a bud, half a month like a scoop, and the moon is like the West. This kind of moon seems to be used in the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is not appropriate. The proverb has the saying "August 15th Cloud Covering the Moon". Clouds are hidden, mysterious and blurred. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is not as good as the West, it has a unique sentiment.

I fell in the sky and the moon finally came out. At this time, the bright moon broke through the layers of clouds, and the radiant display in the sky is even more beautiful than I imagined. It is round and bright, like a golden plate of white jade, and like an elf wearing a gold gauze, spilling the powder on his skirt to the earth. I am full of joy, obsessively looking at the bright moon that rises proudly. Looking at it, the thoughts of my thoughts hidden in my heart were finally released. My grandmother went back to Beijing to visit relatives. She has lived for several months. The weather in Beijing began to turn cold. I don’t know if my grandmother brought enough autumn and winter clothes. I pointed to the moon and said all my thoughts about my grandmother. Maybe the moon will help me tell my grandmother and her wishes to her grandmother, and bring it to her heart...

Unconsciously, it was midnight. The moon climbed over my head, it was still round, so bright. After a while, the moon will go to the west, I can't see it on the balcony.

I should have slept, and the golden moonlight illuminates my room. In my sleep, I dreamed of the moon, dreamed of my grandmother, and I still dreamed of many...

Fourth grade: Huang Qingyue

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