夜,静静的。我坐在窗前,默默地等待着月亮的出现。看!一把弯弯的镰刀挂在遥远的夜空,仔细一看,那就是月亮,而且是娥眉月,金黄金黄的。月亮慢慢升起,越来越高,越来越亮,越来越美丽。过了一会儿,我却发现月亮不见了。我望着暗淡的夜空,等待着月亮再一次出现。噢!原来月亮没有走呀,它就在云层里。月亮就像一 Night, quiet. I sat in front of the window, silently waiting for the moon to appear. Look! A curved sickle hanging in the distant night sky, a closer look, that is the moon, but also the crescent moon, golden yellow. The moon slowly rises, higher and higher, brighter and brighter, more and more beautiful. After a while, I found the moon disappeared. I looked at the dark night sky, waiting for the moon to appear again. Oh! The moon did not go, it was in the clouds. The moon is like one