“中庭地白树栖鸦,冷露无声湿桂花。今夜月明人尽望,不知秋思落谁家。”一轮明月像一个巨大的盘子高高挂在深蓝色的天空上,柔和的月光犹如一块透明的白纱笼罩着大地。温柔的月光如流水般倾泻而下,仿佛在宣告着中秋的来临。夜,静极了。玉盘似的满月在云中穿行,淡淡的月光洒向大地。这深蓝的天幕是那么迷人,那么神秘。我注视着空中的月亮, “Atrium white tortoise, cold dew wet sweet-scented osmanthus. Tonight Moon out of people, I do not know autumn fall home.” A bright moon like a huge plate hanging high in the dark blue sky, soft Moonlight is like a transparent white silk shrouded the earth. Gentle moonlight pouring down like water, as if in the declaration of the advent of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Night, static very. Tamales like the full moon in the clouds through the clouds, a touch of moonlight splashed on the earth. This dark blue sky is so charming, so mysterious. I watched the moon in the sky,