That night, I came to the edge of the sea – the sea was so quiet. The waves beat gently, making dream-like sounds, and the patches of light shimmered like a day's stars as the waves surged. Oh, in the twinkling stars. I saw a flickering round moon. Moon, she came to the sea as a guest. Fish, waves, and mist drifting on the surface of the sea all gathered around the full moon to listen to her tell fairy tales in the distant sky.
A fairy tale about stars, clouds and flocks of geese.
That night, the moon came to the sea. The sea is so warm and affectionate.
The moon has come to the sea.
In the evening, grandpa and evening, grandpa and grandma took me to watch the sunset. The sun had set in the west, and it had put away its blinding light. The sky was a deep blue. The rolling West Mountain, clothed in the afterglow of the setting sun, looks very magnificent. The sun slowly sinks. Its round face flushed, dyeing the clouds around it yellow, red, purple, ......The sun's face grew redder. It walked gently to the back of the western mountain, leaving the brilliant glow in the distant sky. Grandpa's face was full of red light, he looked at his grandmother and said, "The sunset is so beautiful!".The sunset is so beautiful.