Appreciation of moonlight shining photography works

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I happened to meet my brother who I hadn't seen for years on an oil tanker.

He looks much older. I know, I'm getting old, too. Time gradually washed away our youth, leaving only wrinkles and memories.

At night, it's very quiet and makes people's hearts beat. Unfortunately, this feeling no longer belongs to us.

The moonlight shone on his forehead like water, and I vaguely saw something flashing in the corner of his eye. He is also missing the past years. Once, our six brothers sat in the bow, watching the moonlight shine on the quiet lake in their hometown, watching the moonlight shine on the water, watching the water waves reflect the moon, and talking about her hidden in their hearts. Now it's all over.

I suddenly remembered a poem I recited that year: how happy it is to smoke from the kitchen, the moon is thousands of miles away, the floating gold is still on the wall, and the fishing songs are corresponding!

Ha ha ha, I'm so happy! How happy is this?

That's all.

Sorry, I'm a novelist, so I wrote it unconsciously. It's up to you. You can use it anytime, but I guess what you want is prose or beautiful sentences.