Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

Outside the window, the moonlight shines through the mottled leaves, pouring the bright moonlight onto the ground without any reservation. The ground is like a layer of broken silver, shining brightly. The moon is like a silver boat, drifting among the sparse branches and leaves. The moon hides in the white lotus-like clouds for a while, playing hide-and-seek with the stars, then reveals its little face, giggles, and then comes out again, offering the clear moonlight to the people returning home at night without reservation. At night, the breeze is gentle, making people feel a little cool. The moonlight sprinkles on the lake, and the calm lake water is like a silver-white mirror, reflecting the dark green trees, rolling mountains, towering pavilions, colorful neon lights and the crescent moon, forming a fascinating night scene. Suddenly, a breeze blows, and the lake surface is rippling, sparkling, and the lake surface is like an unpolished mirror, rising and falling, ups and downs. Looking up, the bright moon is like a small boat floating in the dark blue sky. The moon is crescent, like a sickle harvesting crops on the fertile land in the sky. The night has already begun. There is only faint moonlight and a few naughty little stars in the sky. It is late at night. The stars blinked mischievously and hid back in the clouds to sleep. There is only a bright moon in the sky, quietly emitting a faint light. The moonlight is like water and silver, silently shining on all things in the world... The drizzling winter rain came quietly, bringing us a bit of bone-chilling cold. At night, I tossed and turned because of insomnia, but I just refused to fall asleep. So, I stared at the ceiling helplessly with my eyes wide open - the moonlight outside the window has been blocked by the curtains, and the ceiling has become dark. Looking at the dark ceiling, my heart is in a mess. My heart is in a mess, a mess. Just when I was about to collapse, I suddenly heard a few noises outside the window. Curious, I got up from the bed, opened the curtains, leaned on the windowsill, and looked out the window. Outside the window, the moonlight, like silk, with misty water vapor, sprinkled gently on the ground. The ground was cool like water, and the water was bright like a mirror, reflecting the afterglow, dazzling my eyes. I closed my eyes and listened to the tinkling melody that belonged to nature. The mess in my heart was smoothed out by the coolness. On a whim, I carefully opened the window, and the cool water vapor hit me. The water vapor touched my cheeks, which was very comfortable. I greedily took a deep breath, drove away all the dryness and heat in my lungs, and replaced it with fresh coolness with a chill. The tinkling music was very pleasant and enjoyable. I lay on the windowsill, staring blankly at the bright moon in the ink-like sky. The moon was hazy, accompanied by the misty winter rain, looming. This winter rain is very lonely. Its friend seems to be only the moon, and its audience seems to be only me. Thinking of this, the thoughts that I had sorted out with great difficulty were tangled up again in pain in an instant. I couldn't help but sigh deeply - has winter been sad and lonely since ancient times? The long winter rain came quietly, dancing lonely, accompanied by its few two audiences, and it was dawn unknowingly. Spring, carrying the green all over the mountains, playing energetic music, it makes the earth full of spring. Summer, with a frog croaking in a bamboo hat, singing the praises of summer, it makes the earth scorching. Autumn, with the withered yellow leaves, came to the world to praise the hard work of farmers and give the tired farmers a rich harvest. It makes the earth fruitful. Winter, wearing a long white dress, comes to the world to perform mysterious magic, and it turns the earth into a silvery white. The scenery of each season is different throughout the year, and each season has its own style. The style of the scenery of each season is unique. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn, or winter, I like them all.