The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if watching. The moon slanted in the sky, smiling brightly, and the stars filled the Milky Way, blinking their eyes. A full moon rises like a bright lamp, hanging high above the sky. The moon widened its eyes and looked kindly at the village and fields, much like a polished copper plate. The full moon gradually rose, and her silver face showed a soft smile. The bright and clean full moon has been lifted into the sky by the blue mountains in the distance. The moon, round and spinning like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic thoughts. At night, it was extremely quiet. The full moon, like a jade plate, passed through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shone on the earth. A full apricot moon quietly crawled out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake. The full moon is like a yellow lantern, lifted from the eastern sky in the sky. At night, the full moon rises, and a tranquility falls on the earth with the silver mist like moonlight. The moon gradually rose, and she was dressed in a white veil, serene and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face, shining through the willow branches, left a gentle smile. The moon is like a newly married bride, just as she comes up from the eastern sky, she shyly sneaks into the leaves of a tree to hide. The moon is like a weathered old man, leisurely combing through the white moonlight. The moon is like a shy girl, sometimes hiding in the clouds, sometimes lifting her veil and revealing her delicate face. The whole world is soaked in a dreamy silver gray by the moonlight. The moon is so bright, illuminating the earth with a snowy green. Trees, houses, and streets all seem to be coated with a layer of mercury. On the western side of the forest outside the door, the hanging crescent moon has turned into a golden watermelon, no longer a curved eyebrow. In the early morning, the crescent moon was like a dull pebble thrown into the sky.