On a moonlit night, write a 300-word description of the scenery, mobilize at least two senses, and write feelings in rhetoric.

Late at night, Liang Zi lay quietly on the cool bamboo bed in the middle of the dam. Waves of whining pine trees are patting, as if there are faint eyes hidden inside. Seen from a distance, it looks even weirder in the moonlight. Zi Ling rubbed her shoulders with the water in the bathtub. Under the pure moonlight, her thin figure was more white and tender. The first issue turned over, and the bamboo cool bed creaked twice. After a while, there was a slight buzz from the cool bed. Zi Ling stood up slowly. Put on your clothes and pour out the water. At this time, the cricket's cry in the corner was even louder, and several dogs barked in the distance. Zi Ling looked into the ditch and saw no nocturnal people, only the shadow of the Moon Mountain. The children around Liang Zi have fallen asleep, so they quickly took a few bites. It is a cool breeze, and Zi Ling seems to have made a cold silence, struggling to pick up the child and go into the room to sleep. Leave the moon not tired and the wind not tired. The evening breeze in summer still smells of trees and corn, blowing everywhere.