In the dead of night, I quietly walked to the deck of the river boat and sat down.
The moon came out, quietly shining. The moonlight falls on the Yangtze River, and the river surface is illuminated. In the flowing river, there are thousands of glittering spots jumping. On both sides of the river, the black silhouettes of reeds, Woods and peaks are faintly undulating at the junction of the river and the sky. The moonlight covered them with a layer of silver lace ...
Once in a while, I turned around and found another person around me. It turned out that my little nephew followed me on a trip.
"It was the moon that woke me up." My little nephew winked at me naughtily, looked up at the moon in the sky and lost in thought. My nephew is smart, studious and fond of fantasy. It is a pleasure to talk with him.
"Shall we recite poems? Write the moon, I will give you a word. " My little nephew challenged me. There are so many poems about the moon that his eyes keep blinking.
He chanted, "I didn't know the moon when I was young, so I called it the white jade plate."
I told him, "When will there be a bright moon? Ask for wine. "
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? ."
"How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! ."
"On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps."
"In the first half of Emei Mountain in autumn, Pingqiang River reflects."
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Poetry and moonlight bathed us together, and let us indulge in a quiet and spacious atmosphere.
Suddenly, the little nephew came up with another question: "What do you think the moon looks like?"
He stare big eyes waiting for my answer, two black pupils, each with a shiny abortion.
"What do you say? What do you think the moon looks like? " I asked with a smile.
"Like eyes, the eyes of heaven." The little nephew answered almost without thinking.
His metaphor surprised me. I asked curiously, "Tell me, what kind of eyes are these?"
The little nephew thought for a moment and said, "These are bright eyes. It likes to see our land very much, so it can't help secretly opening every time it is closed, and it has to be opened once a month ... "He said vividly, as if telling a ready-made fairy tale.
Those faint clouds on the horizon gathered unconsciously, and soon the moonlight was blocked by clouds. "The moon is sleepy and can't open its eyes." The little nephew yawned and staggered back to the hut.
I am the only one left on the deck again. I stared at the place where the moon disappeared for a long time and gently spread my fantasy wings. ...