我爱月亮!我爱它纯洁,我爱它永恒!每天傍晚,我都要早早地等它出现。它时圆时弯,圆时,它宛如一个大银盘,高高地挂在墨蓝色的天空,清澈如水的光辉普照着大地;弯时,它宛如一叶小舟,翘着尖尖的船头,在深夜的静湖中划行。它有时朦胧,有时明亮。它朦胧时仿佛戴上了一层梦幻般柔柔的面纱;它明亮时,仿佛一个高高挂起的大灯笼。中秋节时,我望着它就思念起了我的故乡。故乡的小 I love the moon! I love it pure, I love it eternity! Every evening, I have to wait for it early. When it is round when the circle, circle, it is like a big silver plate, hanging high in the dark blue sky, crystal clear water shine on the earth; bend, it is like a leaf boat, cocked sharp boat Head, in the late night of the lake in the planning. It is sometimes hazy, sometimes bright. When it was dim, it seemed as if it had worn a fantastic, velvety veil; it seemed as if it was a tall, hanging lantern when it was bright. Mid-Autumn Festival, I looked at it to think of my hometown. Hometown is small