A description of the moon.

Night came, quietly, quietly, for a time, the earth was silent. The moon is curved like a golden boat, and the dark blue night sky is an endless ocean. The ship is moving slowly, and I wonder if the front is an unreachable fairyland. There are not many clouds, only a few scattered pieces, white and soft, like cotton clouds, which add a little warmth and gentleness to the cold night sky. The Milky Way is very dark, and what should attract people's attention is its thin water vapor. So I guess it must not be very broad. I want to wake up the Cowherd and let him ride on him and cross the shallow river to meet the Weaver Girl. But I dare not shout loudly, for fear of waking the fairy on the shore and disturbing the good dream at night.

The sky is flowing spring, and the ground is snowy winter. Because of the snow coat, the trees in winter are vivid. They are crystal clear, like trunks made of ice sculptures and branches made of crystal. They are cold and noble, just like the osmanthus trees in front of Chang 'e, and they have been left on earth tonight. They were amazed and didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of accidentally disturbing Yushu and turning it into pieces all over the ground.

At this time, the village has also become a world of snow. White roof, flawless floor, no dust, whiteness and purity are the only themes here. Being in it is like really coming to a dream country. In the snow, the children made two big snowmen, wearing straw hats and holding brooms, guarding their world. Their hearts have been purified and their thoughts have become naive and romantic. Looking at the shallow footprints on the ground, I can't help thinking: Who has been here? Is it a beautiful Snow White or a kind dwarf? On this dreamlike night, how happy it is for the prince and the princess to embrace each other under the Yushu tree! ...

Standing in the snow, my thoughts drifted into fairy tales. I really can't tell whether I am in reality or in a fairy tale. ...

What a dreamy world it is at night in this small village!

Looking at the sky, counting the stars, counting my dreams … I believe everyone has looked up at the stars in the sky, but everyone's feelings are definitely different. Many celebrities at home and abroad have written about stars, but what we see is a completely different world.

I often look at the stars alone in front of the window, but unlike most people, I always regard the twinkling stars as blinking. I have been looking for my head, and I think the darkest and smallest star in the sky is my head. Like me, it often tries not to be noticed because of its sincerity to its friends, leaving the stage for my friends, but my dear "friends" are too greedy to hide me forever at once. When I flashed, they flashed twice until I completely gave up flashing and became a dim little celestial body, showing their beauty and charm without anyone noticing me.

I never shine again. Baiyun said I asked for it, and the moon said I was narrow-minded and couldn't get along with people. And I, as before, am unkind to others and cannot be unjust. I won't hate them, but I will try my best to set off their brilliance. Because I know that as long as I flash once, the sun on the other side of the earth can prove my existence once. I also hope it can pay more attention to me once, even once, and don't let me cry "innocence" and "incompetence" forever.