It was nearly midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon; the night sky so clear you could almost see every crater. The moon, a glowing yellowy white, loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. Millions of stars were sprinkled behind it, a few large ones but mostly a multitude of little white pin pricks.
moonlight, soft, soft, like the silk that has just been washed, like the skin of a baby. At this time, the Qinghui of the high-rise building, the orange light that slid out of the small window, and the elegant moonlight constitute a wonderful work. It is no wonder that the great poet Li Bai also "toasted the moon", A clear moon, flat pain, tiredness and anger, make them fall asleep; moonlight, resolves hatred, desire and incom
