Sentence 1 The crescent moon is curved, like a girl's mouth with a sweet smile. Under the crescent moon and above the willow tip, there are a pair of stars like the eyes of a smiling fairy, teasing the curved crescent moon and swaying willow branches.
The moon hung on the treetops like a silver hook, and the hazy night covered the earth with a veil. The light reflected by the small lamp in the room is connected with the stars in the sky, as if being in an endless sky.
In the dim moonlight night, there will always be an image, full of inspiration, light and penetrating, and thoughts flying. Looking up at the Millennium moonlight, the buds in my heart quietly bloom. At this moment, the fragrance is overflowing, and all my spaces are as cool as water, spreading thousands of worries, and the moonlight is like a string, playing the elegant poems written by me and gently lifting the veil in front of the window.
The crescent moon outside the window is like chrysanthemum petals in the blue night sky. The curved crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, lively and lovely like barracuda. The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrows, winding in the pure air.
Tonight, under the deep blue sky, let me miss you quietly, let the heart rhyme flow into the motto of love, dream around the soul, infinite attachment, affectionate eyes, tears into a you, tears into a me, snuggling in the dream, walking with the moonlight.
Moonlight, like water, quietly sprinkled on the earth, giving it a silver-gray veil. She is dressed in plain white, quiet and gentle. Her jade plate thinking face. Through the willows. Leave a gentle smile.
The dark night suddenly felt hazy under the light, so bleak that the whole world was painted with faint colors. Without goals and directions, the lost years ripple in my mind, and the songs of the past echo in my heart. Those colorful smiles and faces, I don't know where they went long ago.
A ray of soft moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the windowsill, as if it were plated with silver. The moonlight hangs down from the window like a silver soft yarn.
Moonlight, like water, quietly sprinkled on the ground, covering the earth with a silver-gray veil. She wore a white shirt, quiet and serene, gentle and generous, and her jade-like face left a gentle smile through the willow tips. Ah, is this the dream beauty?