Quiet night, the dark blue sky is clean, there is no trace of clouds, it seems a bit of the opposite sex. Looking up, there was only a silver curved moon hanging in the air, as if the wind would fall as soon as it blew. Standing for a long time, you will feel that the moon is within reach, but can not bear to let it have a bend of quiet into a fragile bubble. Suddenly he seemed to open a pair of Xinsong's sleeping eyes and smiled at me. His smile is like Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, faint, mysterious and holy, but as natural and kind as the sun.
The wind blew, of course, the moon will not fall as I imagined, her smile is like a magic key, quietly open my heart. There is a hometown in the moon that everyone is attached to, no matter where you are. So Li Bai looking up, I find the moon bright, bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned. So du fu laments he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home. So Zhang Jiuling looks forward to the moon, grown full now over the sea, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. There is a lonely world inside the moon, so he has such a beautiful and moving cold moonlight. Look at that! Lonely Chang'e Shu Guang sleeve, look at that beautiful dance charming style, but can not hide his inner loneliness. Wu Gang reluctantly cut down, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that can never be cut down, can only drink a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
There is endless beauty in the moon, with her flowery smile, so there is moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. So by the bright moon, the branches are shocked, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night. So there was mist veils the cold stream, and moonlight the sand, night < Bo Qinhuai > near the restaurant. So there was a poor third night of September, and the dew was like a true pearl.
Everyone must have their own heart of the moon, my moon will not change, it is eternal. He always gave me this pure smile, and years later. Whether happy or sad, as long as a deep look at the heart of the sun Mingyue surging, it will be like Yihong Qingquan slowly calm down. The smile of the moon is a beautiful scenery, how intoxicating the reverie under the moonlight.
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