The moon

  I love the moon. I love her plump cheeks, her clean face, and her graceful manners. In the dark blue sky, she shows her beautiful, her clean, her mystery. She makes me fascinate.
  When she arrives in the evening. I always stand at the window. I see her for a long time until I sleep. But sometimes she no shows with us. I know there is the cloud. This moment I will feel upset.
  I love the moon, so I want people don't make we lost her.