The moon overlooks the world in a quiet way. The fairy in Na Yue rolled up her sleeves, gently waved Sandy's jade hand, sprinkled bright light evenly, and put on a thin gauze for the earth. Everything becomes hazy, mysterious and beautiful.
The bright scenery in the daytime is even more lovely in the moonlight. Looking around, the distant mountain has put on an attractive evening dress, just like a lady in a long blue dress with a high bun fluttering, dignified and noble, exciting and fascinating. The stream around the village at the foot of the mountain is silver. The cool night raised a faint mist on the water, and the stream in the moonlight was graceful, gentle and lovely. Shallow streams flow slowly and silently, like soothing music playing gently in my heart, plucking my heartstrings, making me intoxicated and confused. The willow tree with swaying branches and leaves at the entrance of the village is dozing lazily. The moon made a mischievous face at me through the branches of the willow tree, and I smiled knowingly. In an instant, an artistic conception of "willow shoots on the moon, people meet dusk" crossed my mind. There is a canna under the stone steps in the yard. The wide oval leaves, set off by the night shadows, are even more quiet. Beauty is like a bride to be married, saturated with sweetness and happiness, shy and lovely.