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. A new moon is like a white pear flower, quietly blooming in the light blue sky. The night sky is filled with stars, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river. The moon is like a bow, bending and hanging in the sky. A crescent moon rose from the distant forest, as white as freshly refined silver. A crescent moon stretched out like a silver sickle from the dark mountain peak. A crescent moon rose, like a jade carved banana embedded in the sky, shimmering with blue light. A crescent moon is like a small boat, with its pointed bow raised, rowing in the quiet lake at night, sending me a piece of nostalgia. A crescent moon hangs high in the dark blue sky, with a clear and watery radiance illuminating the earth. The new moon is like a golden boat anchored among sparse branches. Half a moon slanted on the tip of a locust tree, like a petal of orange. The moon is small like a hairpin, bent so that it makes one feel intoxicated. A hazy moon emerged from the transparent clouds like cicada wings in the forest, shimmering with a silver light. A silver hook in the night sky sheds infinite light. The crescent moon is curved, like the sweet mouths of girls laughing. Below the crescent moon and above the willow branches, there is a pair of smiling fairy eyes, teasing the crooked crescent moon and the gently swaying willow branches. The curved crescent moon is like a silver boat. The crescent moon outside the window is like chrysanthemum petals blooming in the blue night sky. The curved crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, lively and lovely like a barracuda. The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrows, curved and hanging in the pure air. The moon rose, red and dizzy, like someone lifting a big red lantern from the eastern horizon. The moon rose up, like a newly dehydrated jade wheel ice plate, untainted by fine dust. The Moon Girl rose, as if speaking quietly to the little stars around her. A full moon is slowly rising, and the silver moonlight reflects a few feather like light clouds, which is extremely beautiful. The rising moon hangs over the mountaintop, although as pale as clouds, it becomes brighter every moment. The moon has set sail. In the moment of taking off, it seemed to jump suddenly, covered in splashes of water, allowing the passionate sea to wash it away, making it exceptionally bright and clean. A gentle ray of moonlight shone through the window and onto the windowsill, as if it had been plated with silver. Moonlight, like a silver veil, hangs down from the window. The moonlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaving behind a glistening ground of broken jade. The full moon of fifteen is like a snowball, embedded in the dark blue night sky, appearing particularly bright. The cold moon hangs high on the branches, and the cold wind blows the bare branches into a howling sound. The early winter moon, clear and cold, poured a silver glow like ice from the west. The moon finally rose to the cold and clear sky, white and sparkling. The moon rose from the edge of the forest, emitting a cold glow that made the snowy fields particularly white and made people feel even colder. Ten thousand stars are like night pearls scattered on the sky, shimmering with brilliant silver light. As night falls, the azure sky is dotted with countless small stars, as if inviting people to explore the vast expanse of space. Without the moon, the stars twinkled like dewdrops on a large lotus leaf.