Template 1:
How bright the moonlight is at home! My hometown is full of moons. My mother took my little hand and told many stories.
Those stories shine like stars, along the road of hometown. Stepping on the sadness of memory step by step, those stories twinkle like stars.
How bright the moonlight is at home! My hometown is full of moons. My mother took my little hand and told many stories.
Those stories shine like stars, along the road of hometown. On a moonlit beach night, the moonlight carved me on the shore.
The bank solidified the fisherman's daughter and her beloved son. What is she looking at in the distance?
The stone body has become a warm harbor. What am I looking at?
How bright the moonlight is at home! My hometown is full of moons. My mother took my little hand and told many stories.
Template 2:
I tried to find the shadow of literature, but in the hustle and bustle of the city, I never found that deep poetry.
I used to wander in beautiful words, trying to find my own literary dream in gorgeous chapters.
However, this is just my wishful thinking. In other people's world, I can never find the answer to literature.
My literature, it only exists in my heart, in my dreams.
It is a lonely autumn wind, leaves fluttering in the wind, dim lights in the night, and black shadows.
It calls me to go forward and walk in the rain.
Template 3:
In the soft voice of the spring breeze, I woke up quietly and saw the new light on the edge of my dream.
I felt the breath of life in the morning after the rain. It was a fresh smell, which made people relaxed and happy.
In the summer afternoon, I felt the embrace of the sun, which was warm and touching.
Feel the quiet beauty of fallen leaves in the cool autumn wind, which is a quiet farewell and awe-inspiring.
On winter nights, feel the lightness of snowflakes, which is a silent force and makes people feel happy.
I have experienced the miracle of life in the cycle of four seasons, which is an endless possibility and full of hope.