I talk to the moon.

At the Spring Festival Gala with few stars for a month, I lay on the windowsill and looked at the beautiful night, looking at the beautiful and refined image of Sister Moon, and my heart was full of infinite reverie.

? Sister Moon, are you lonely? I'm lonely. Are you lonely too? Then you can talk to me.

Sister Moon, you are the goddess in our hearts! Since ancient times, countless poets have eulogized you and left many immortal poems praising you.

Sister Moon, my classmates and I all hope to have a white face like you. You are big and round, like a white jade plate. You are the roundest on the fifteenth night. At ordinary times, sometimes it is curved and sometimes it is round.

? I want to go to your Guanghan Palace to see if you are cold. Does Yutu make you moon cakes every day? Does sister Chang 'e dance for you every day? Is the osmanthus tree around you fragrant? Are you happy too?

? Sister Moon, as long as I am unhappy, I will look at your white face and your sweet smile, and my troubles will disappear at once.

? Sometimes I am in a daze and suddenly feel that you can't talk? Then why should I tell you so much? Maybe I want to tell you what I think! I don't know. Anyway, I think Moon, you just seem to be talking to me. We seem to talk like bosom friends.