moon

I love the moon, love her purity, love her eternal, love her mystery.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. In order to see the moon, I went out early in the evening and waited for the moon.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the earth shrouded a bleak night. The moon girl quietly revealed the round smile and looked down on the vast land. Villages, mountains and fields, like a realistic jade carving, solemn and beautiful.

The river that runs through the day is slowly flowing under the bright moonlight. The evening wind is blowing, sparkling, like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the water. There are many people on the riverside beach where they can enjoy the cool, relaxed and relaxed. Even the songs, laughter, and voice are as soft and harmonious as the moon.

The moon is getting higher and higher and has climbed to the top of the building. She looked down on the earth and swayed the glory. When I was in the sky, I picked up my eyes and I really saw the blurred scenes of the moon. Is it a mountain? Is it water? Is the sky? Is it a cloud? Still my shadow?

"Where did the river see the moon, why did Jiang Yuehe shine at the beginning of the year?" Although I was not the first person to see the moon, one thing is certain, that is, the selflessness of the moon, the silent dedication of the moon, and her urging. The mystery of human beings constantly exploring. Perhaps the black spots on the moon are the mountains with treasures that are waiting for us to develop.

Ah, the moon, you are a meandering stream, always sending people emotional water. You are the children of literati loved by generations, making their words young and splendid for thousands of years. You have been with humans for a long time, squatting in the sea, and alpine land. Your rich experience, your beauty with the wind and frost, so that the world will always face the sorghum of the right - can not be reached. Your purity, eternity, and mystery will always be favored by the long river of time and space, winning the infinite love and praise of the world.

The fourth grade of Ziyan National Small and Medium-sized Mianzhu City, Deyang, Sichuan: Mu Xiaoying