The moon, like a dazzling light in the night sky, illuminates the way home for those who leave home； the moon, like a painting full of serenity, calms the tedious mind； the moon, It is more like a prose poem about my mother in my heart, emitting infinite tenderness and benevolence!
Every night, with the fall of night, everything in the world is shrouded in the quiet night. The moon crept up the treetops quietly, lifting its veil, revealing its elegant face, and casting the watery moonlight on the silent world.
The moonlight melted into the lake, and the clarity on the water was like a layer of broken silver, sparkling with silver； the moonlight fell on the treetops, and the tender leaves of the branches were covered with a silver lace and a soft light； the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, The ground was like a colorless veil, mysterious and eye-catching! At this time the moon around the countless stars, naughty blinking bright eyes, like the moon god and children and people, forever accompanied it, support it. I don't know when a cool wind came from the valley. It was the nature of the creature that made a sound, as if whispering, as if praising the charm and tenderness of the moon, and the color that made it more dazzling in the night.
Suddenly there were thin clouds in the night sky, covering the moon, and we could clearly see the moon floating in it like a boat. As the clouds slowly floated by, the moon's original face reappeared in front of everyone, and even the bright stars around it were inferior to the moon's light. This makes it like a jade plate, but also like a huge pearl of the night, quietly, hanging in the air, under the background of the ink blue sky, appear more dazzling and beautiful.
I stared at it and thought: Ah! Bright moon, how beautiful and charming you are! You are the symbol of the night, containing all things in the world. At this moment, there was a faint song in the distant sky, as if the moon was singing a lullaby, and the gentle voice made all living things fall asleep with a smile. Moon you are a prose poem about mother, you are the only light in the black sun, leading the confused people to find the future direction, guiding the desperate people to find the warmth of spring.
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