八月十五,正值中秋。月亮格外的圆,格外的亮,但有些凄凉。晚上,我坐在窗前,望着那一轮圆月。此时的月亮特别的明亮,圆月像一只雪球高悬中天。皎洁的月光,像水似的泻向大地。几朵灰白色的、轻纱似的云陪伴在她身旁,宛如仙女舞动纱巾,翩翩起舞。月光洒遍每个角落,洒进屋子里,温暖着我的 August 15, comes mid-autumn. The moon is particularly round, exceptionally bright, but some bleak. In the evening, I sat at the window and looked at the full moon. The moon is particularly bright at this time. The moon is like a snowball hanging over the sky. Bright moonlight, like water-like diarrhea to the earth. Several gray, light gauze clouds accompanied by her side, like a fairy dancing scarf, dancing. The moonlight sprinkled every corner, into the house, warm me