It was a quiet night, and the moon leaned out to help my mother and I clear the darkness ahead. The stars hung their heads as if they were going to spend a good time underground. Moonlight spread all over the earth, illuminating the big pond, the buttonwood tree in front of the door and the flowers and plants on the roadside.
At this time, my mother likes to take me for a walk in the bright moonlight. Ah, my mother and I are walking on the moon!
We walked past streams, shops, roads, big camphor trees and stone arch bridges.
Sometimes, my mother tells me stories about the moon, sometimes she sings nursery rhymes about the moon, and sometimes she recites poems about the moon. Today, she said nothing but looked at the moon and stars.
What a beautiful night! My mother and I are walking on the moon!