With Guangming 1 as the theme, write "When there is a bright moon, ask heaven for wine ……" Su Shi's poems linger in my ears, and my thoughts float to the distant moon. ...
I have a dream of flying in space since I was a child. I want to fly to the moon like an astronaut and witness its beauty with my own eyes. Naive, I have always believed in the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's fairy tales, dreaming that one day, there is a medicine that can run to the moon after taking it. On the moon, Chang 'e and Yutu play with you. However, my mother told me the truth again and again: the moon is far away and you can't reach it.
When I grow up, I no longer believe in fairy tales as I did when I was a child, but I am still very interested in the real moon. The moon is 38 meters away from the earth. 440 thousand kilometers, there is no air and water on the moon, so naturally there is no way to play Chang 'e and Yutu on the moon.
The more knowledge I learn, the more I know how far my dream of flying to the moon is from me. Every astronaut has been tempered many times. Without strong physique, persistent quality and love for science, it is impossible.
Whenever the spaceship takes off, I always stay in front of the TV and watch the spaceship "slowly" fly to the moon. I really envy those heroes of the motherland. I hope that one day, I can make the people of the motherland proud like them. With the rapid development of science and technology, the distance between us and the moon is gradually narrowing.
From the launch of spacecraft again and again to the investigation of the moon, technology has become a bridge between us and the moon, making the moon not so far away from us. We should make contributions to our motherland and dreams and become space astronauts. This is my dream.
The moon is not so far away as mother said. As long as you have confidence, dream and work hard for it, I believe the dream in your heart is not far away from you.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine ..." In fact, the moon is not far from me.
Writing on the topic of Light 2 Everyone who cares about me is like the light that guides me forward and gives me endless motivation.
Whenever I fail in the exam and fall into the abyss of despair, there will be such a ray of light to give me hope, let me rekindle the fire of faith and pull me out of the abyss of despair. This ray of light is the mother's encouragement: "son, don't be afraid of failure." Failure is the mother of success. Only by summing up experiences and lessons from failures can you grow and progress, and I will work with you to overcome difficulties. " Ah, what a noble love it is! My growth is inseparable from my mother's encouragement, and I will always remember it.
Whenever I am proud of a little achievement, there will be such a ray of light, which will make me restrain my pride, return to my former self who only cares about hard work and progress, further break through difficulties and achieve greater results! Such a ray of light is grandma's exhortation: "Dear grandson, don't be proud. As the saying goes,' modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind'! " Every time I succeed, I will think of you-grandma, who let me know the importance of prudence and modesty in my study and life.
Whenever I lose my temper because of a little incident, there will always be such a ray of light to ease my anger, let me restore calm and calmly think about whether this matter is wrong or not. In this way, my anger will disappear, and I will smile again and return to happiness. Such a ray of light is my father's earnest instruction: "Son, we men should be generous and don't be carried away by anger." Father, you taught me to be kind to others, to think calmly and not to be impulsive!
Every ray of light leads me to grow and progress, which I will always remember and cherish. ...
Are you watching the moon, too?
It is big, round and bright, isn't it? Yes, the moon is still the same. It hasn't changed in ten years. It's so big, so round, so bright and so heartless.
The moonlight shone on me, and it was very cold. What about you? Did she spill it on you thousands of miles away?
Is it cold?
Not cold. It is covered with grass.
That's right. I haven't been to Matsuoka for a long time. There must be a lot of grass growing. I don't think I can find it next time. what can I do? It's okay. I know you.
That's right. No, you won't recognize me. I'm totally embarassed with white hair. You won't recognize me. Ten years is too long.
It's time for bed.
Here, no. These familiar sights, am I dreaming? Am I really just dreaming?
Come back, come back, here!
I saw it, the window of Xiao Xuan, a beautiful image.
Turn around.
It is you.
It is you.
I can't talk. I have a lot to say to you, but now. You too? Don't you have anything to say to me
Do not cry! Don't cry, okay?
You too?
Touch my face, only to find that I don't know when the tears have flowed for 1000 lines.
Are you okay?
"Are you all right?"
What's going on here? What about home? Where's madam? Where is it?
Looking out the window, the moon is still big, round and bright.
Really, just dreaming.
Can't sleep, can't sleep, have something on my mind, feel uncomfortable, can't sleep.
Do you want to know? I am writing to you.
He is just an ordinary courier. Like ordinary people, he works hard all day, and his only interest is reading poetry in his occasional leisure time.
He remembers that when he was a child, his father always liked to paste poems on a wall by the window. In the morning, he reads a poem by the wall. The morning light sprinkled on a poem, leaving an indelible light in his heart.
When he grew up, he still loved poetry. Whenever he has a busy day, he always goes to the bookstore, copies a poem in the dim light of the bookstore and takes it home to read it slowly. The people who share with him either sleep or play games, and only he is immersed in the world of poetry and approaches the bright color in his heart.
Finally boarded the stage of "Chinese Poetry Conference".
With the poems accumulated on weekdays, he quickly stood out. On the stage, he was calm and won the championship by beating his opponent again and again. And he is not impetuous under the stage, as always, working, studying and memorizing words.
In the final finals, he lived up to expectations and defeated the runner-up last season to win the championship.
The stage lights hit him in the face, and he took the trophy, but he was a little at a loss. But I know that at this moment, all his hard work in the sunshine and rain, all the time of secretly copying poems in the bookstore, all exude brilliant light.
When interviewed after the game, he only said one sentence: "I like it!"
Lei, an ordinary courier, is like sweeping monk in the sutra depository, longing for the light in the sutra depository. Little did he know that he got all this by accident.
Writing on the topic of light 5 once stopped; The leaves that were once full of vitality have fallen; Once colorful flowers have withered; The lamp that once lit up my heart went out. ...
My great grandfather, a young man, deeply realized the value of time. Because of his regrets when he was young, his great-grandfather often talked about the famous poem "If a teenager doesn't work hard, the old man will be sad". He hates others wasting their time. Every time I am free, my great-grandfather will pat me on the shoulder and say meaningfully, "Don't let time trip your feet!" " Remember! Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad! "Every time at this time, I feel like a knowledgeable old man telling me the time, just like a loud noise. I suddenly realized that time is like water. Once it flows out, it can't be taken back. ...
My great-grandfather was a strong man. My great-grandmother passed away a long time ago. As far as I can remember, my great-grandfather always looked at the old photos on the wall to help him remember the past. In my opinion, my great-grandfather was a very thrifty man. In his words, "what are you paying attention to after living for most of your life?" This is one time when I asked my great-grandfather, what did he answer me?
However, every time my great-grandfather sees me, he shakes it, takes out a crumpled bill from his faded wallet and says, "This is from my great-grandfather. Take it! " Seeing that I was not satisfied, I forced the money to me, watched me put it away, and then turned around on crutches. Leave me a lonely but handsome figure.
In the final exam of grade four, I came out of school in high spirits and heard the news of my great-grandfather's death. Suddenly, I felt that a small light in my heart, but enough to light up the whole sky, went out.
I only remember that my great-grandfather once said, "son, be modest!" If a person is humble once, it is hypocrisy, but if he is humble all his life, that is the way to be a man! " I think this is what my great-grandfather read in celebrity stories.
Great-grandfather's words, though simple and plain, are full of inculcation, which is enough to warn me all my life.
The moon is great, sad and warm. Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote an immortal poem: "Today people don't know Gu Yue, but this month they are used to following the ancients. If the ancients were flowing today, they would look at the bright moon. " As Li Bai said, both modern people and ancient people have unique feelings for the moon.
As the sun sets, the sun gradually fades its dazzling brilliance, leaving the earth with dark red sadness, perhaps a kind of fear, and bringing the world into darkness. Suddenly, an inexplicable silvery white was sprinkled on the earth. I looked up and was surprised. Ah, the moon, it's the moon! The moon touches the earth with her bright light, which makes the earth more charming and mysterious. We have less fear and more dreams.
Take a look and think. I deeply feel that the moon is great. Why do you say that? Because the moon reflects the brilliance of the sun, as a setter, he gave the light to people when they needed it most. With the lights at night, people especially like the moon, which replaces street lamps. The light in the dark is so expensive that people's hearts are lit up. The moon in the night sky not only illuminates the sky and mountains and rivers, but also illuminates the earth and human hearts. Moon, the light of the night of the soul.
The moon is sad again. Her pain is only known to herself. In the silent night, she is lonely, without any confidants, and without any excitement of human voices, only the emptiness and boundless loneliness like water. What else can she do? I have to shed my faint light on the world, amuse myself and create some feelings of Yang Yang, which may be her most solid comfort.
The moon is warmer. She accompanied the people who passed by, accompanied the wanderers who were tired from the journey, and comforted their relatives far away. As Li Bai wrote in his poem: "With such bright light at the foot of my bed, will there be frost?"? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " The moon is full of humanistic care. She doesn't abandon anyone. When you are happy, sad and at a loss, she is your good friend and tells you everything.
Your heart is like a lonely town. The light outside the city wants to rush into the city, and the darkness inside the wall tries to disperse it. Accustomed to the dark eyes are not afraid of light, but long for it.
I feel depressed recently, and my heart seems to have become a city that migrates alone. I've been avoiding someone, avoiding that embarrassing eye contact. This is the second cold war between us. I don't really want to bow my head and apologize, but my heart is like a mirror. I won't say anything, she will wait all the time.
I happened to catch a glimpse of her skipping out of the classroom holding another person's hand during volleyball practice between classes. I feel empty. The bright sky outside the glass window is particularly dazzling, and the radiant light stung me like a sword. Maybe she really doesn't care about me. Should I give up this friendship? She is my good friend with similar interests.
She slowly walked down the stairs one by one with her net bag in her arms, and her mind was full of her bright smile and relaxed and happy tone. People don't know how to cherish until they lose it. The sunshine is still gorgeous, and a pair of white figures appear in the line of sight. I saw two small butterflies churning and chasing in midair, drawing a charming arc. Their life is only blue sky and freedom. I soon saw in my mind the way she and I used to share the light.
I handed her a small note with an apology on it. I couldn't hesitate or back down. She just held my hand for a long time, and the inner city seemed to open the heavy door instantly. The imported light decorated every corner, and there was nowhere to hide under the clear sky. I pulled this warm hand very tight, very tight. ...
Sun is an orphan. Her parents died after giving birth to her, and her simple homesickness allowed her to grow up. In a blink of an eye, it is the day when the sun comes back to visit relatives.
"Hey, the sun is back today. Do you want to find someone for the sun?" Zhang Sao, who has the closest relationship with Sun, chewed melon seeds and said to Aunt Wang that Aunt Wang wiped the sweat on her face and nodded in agreement. "Yes, in a blink of an eye, our little grandson is also a big boss, so we have to arrange the marriage quickly!"
So we can rest assured. "Aunt Wang smiled." Mom, Sister Sun came back with a younger brother. "Sister-in-law zhang's daughter Yoko ran over and said excitedly. Sister-in-law Zhang and Aunt Wang quickly stood up and ran to the village entrance.
The simple sunshine set off by a white shirt and a pair of canvas shoes looks young and energetic. The sun is holding a boy's arm and smiling. "Sister Zhang!" Sun hurriedly walked with se. Sister Zhang nodded. "Is this Sun's boyfriend?" The sun smiled sweetly and answered. "Oh, it's good to have a boyfriend. I just discussed with sister-in-law Wang to arrange things for you. Unexpectedly, the sun is so neat! " The sun smiled shyly.
"Eldest sister-in-law, this is se, my boyfriend. Hey, this is Sister Zhang I told you about. " Sun introduced. "Aunt, Luo Yi and I are getting married!" Sun jubilant said. "get married? ! "Sister Zhang opened her mouth wide and scolded," You child, you didn't tell your aunt about such a big thing. "
"This is not just talk! Yes, Luo Yi. " Sun quietly pinched se's arm. Se nodded quickly and agreed with her daughter-in-law. Sister-in-law Zhang looked at the little affectations of the two and smiled meaningfully.
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Half a month later, Roy and the villager's little sun held a wedding in the village and invited everyone in the village to attend. Handsome men and beautiful women. "Mom, Sister Sun is really blessed!" Yoko smiled and said. Sister-in-law Zhang scraped Yoko's nose. "Of course! Why else did mother name your sister Sun? "
This is the story of Little Sun. Those who suffer as children are orphans, not necessarily in the future; Not being an orphan doesn't mean it will be sweet in the future.
Ideal is a stone, knocking out the fire of a star, ideal is a lamp, illuminating the road at night, ideal is a fire, lighting the extinguished lamp, and ideal is the road, taking you to the dawn.
Speaking of "ideal", I believe every student will be familiar with it. When someone asks, "What is your ideal?" Some students will say, "My ideal is to be an athlete and win more medals for my country." Some students will say, "My ideal is to be a scientist, so that my motherland will be stronger in the future and I will not be bullied by foreign powers." Some students will say, "My ideal is to be a designer and make the future city better." ……
Only when a person has established a goal in life can he choose his own life path. Like xx, he set the lofty ideal of "studying for the rise of China" at the age of 12. To this end, he studied tirelessly and eventually became a great man loved by people all over the world, and made great achievements for the motherland and the people.
Of course, the road to the ideal is not smooth. When we walk, we will always encounter difficulties and setbacks. Success is always gratifying, but in joy, do we see the efforts behind it? When we see the towering trees standing proudly, have you ever thought about how many ups and downs these trees have experienced? When you see the green vegetables that farmers get, can you think of the efforts and hardships behind them? The road to realizing the ideal is full of thorns. Only those who are not afraid of sacrifice, difficulty and danger can get the fruits of success.
Let's work together, struggle together, take risks together, and set out towards our ideal road!
10 sunlight can drive away the cold and bring you warmth. But sometimes it's just a little greeting, a slight movement, and you can be warmed up. ...
Now I am a middle school student, and I have to study at night every day. Every time I walk out of school, I always feel relaxed at once, but the tiredness that comes with it is really unbearable. I can't help thinking of my comfortable and warm big bed and soft quilt at home at this time, and my mood suddenly fell down.
Time passed in a long wait and all the students left. Only the footsteps of pedestrians hurried on, and I panicked. Finally, I saw my mother's black back and that eternal smile. "Did you have a good day?" It warms my heart. She handed me a washed apple, and now I really want to give her a big hug. Knowing a woman is nothing more than a mother! I know I'm hungry now. I bit a big apple at once, which is my mother's love. Apple is sour and sweet, which is the best expression in my heart at the moment. Just like taking a sunshine bath, I always feel a warm current surging out of my heart. ...
Since then, what I look forward to most every day is its back as high as Mount Tai and those shoulders that I can always rely on. Her appearance let me know that there must be something good hidden in the basket. She always brings me food in different ways. Sometimes it is sweet and sour apples, sometimes it is sweet and greasy bananas, and sometimes it is oranges. It seems like a fiery heart, warm to the heart, warm to the body, warm to every hair, even every fingertip.
The light on the way home is still there.
On, it lit up my heart and my mother's. Maternal love is actually very simple. ...
Liang 1 1 Xue Longzhong's composition on the topic made me know Zhuge Liang again.
In history, people have a high evaluation of Zhuge Liang himself, not only the level of talents, but also people praise him as a god-like person. Today, I also dare to talk about Zhuge Liang. As we all know, Zhuge Liang knows astronomy, geography and tactical art of war, unlike Liu Bei, who only talks on paper. His heroic and combative state is also praised by everyone, such as an empty city plan and borrowing arrows from grass boats, which are well known to women and children. And we will also learn from Zhuge Liang's Liezi. After reading it, it is inspiring and catchy, and finally becomes an immortal masterpiece. It has been passed down to this day and is a household name. It is really wise.
Zhuge Liang is also a special god. Although he lived in a thatched cottage, he was very concerned about and observed the social form at that time and knew the social situation like the back of his hand. You can even have the power to call for rain and borrow the east wind. It seems that everything in the world has been used by him. He fought like a god, strategized and won thousands of miles away. It is really a god.
Zhuge Liang was also brave. He repaid Liu Bei's kindness with a piece of Dan Xin. So I got the answer that Liu Bei did his best and died. He is an example to our descendants.
Zhuge Liang is the embodiment of wisdom, magic and courage. He is a great figure in history and a memorable figure. He gave Liu Bei a great help. He was defeated and ordered by danger, and he also knew how to be grateful. A drop of water will repay a spring, which is worth learning. In a word, he is an example for our future generations.
This is Zhuge Liang in my heart, and his image in my heart is getting higher and higher.
Essay 12 "The moon is a close neighbor of the earth and a friend of mankind. When I was a child, we sang children's songs:' Curved Moon, Small Boat, Two Small Boats with Sharp Heads'. With the cadence of the host, we entered today's activity "Exploring the Mysteries of the Moon".
In the first round of the program, Jin Fang read a message and then asked several people to answer questions. The fierce competition began in full swing, and the whole class suddenly boiled up. Everyone rushed to answer the question, "excuse me, can we only see one side of the moon?" A China scholar hesitated for a moment, and then replied firmly: "Yes!" The host smiled and said, "The answer is correct. Put a' great' plate on him. " What's going on here? Don't worry, as long as you answer a question correctly, you will be rewarded with a "great" word, and if you answer it incorrectly, you will be labeled with a "stupid" word. After evaluation, the three people who get the most "great" words, and the person who gets the most "stupid" words is of course the "idiot king"!
The second part is improvisation, which allows students to perform in groups freely, so Ding Xuan, Zhang, Hu and others performed the song "When the Moon" for us, and the beautiful singing seemed to bring us into the world of the moon.
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"Sky blue misty rain, I wait for you ..." Is Jay Chou there? Don't! This is Zhang singing a love song. Look! It's really good! The activity became more intense, and our Chinese teacher couldn't help taking part. She presented us with a song: "The moon represents my heart". "You asked me how much I love you, and I love you to some extent. My feelings are real, my love is real, and the moon represents my heart ... ". With the teacher's singing like water, we are in perfect harmony.
I sang, and at that moment, I felt very warm and happy.
The colorful activity class ended in a warm atmosphere.
Writing on the topic of light 13 If you are a passionate young man who once had passion for literature, please use your tender shoulders, pick up the rope, start the anchorage and set out for the ocean of literature! Love what I love, no regrets.
It takes courage to take the first step, but it takes perseverance to go all the way down. It's been years. Seasonal rotation, we must insist on writing; The tide rises and falls, so we should persevere. What matters is this passion, this persistence and this diligence. However, all the way was hard, but we sang all the way. We should build our own literary paradise with geometric words and shout out our own voices with our immature voices.
In this paradise, students can see their deskmates, golfers and even brothers sleeping in the upper bunk. You can hear the students' love, hate, sadness, joy and curse ... here, the students deepened their friendship and contacted their feelings; Learn to compete and learn to be tolerant; Not only tasted the taste of failure, but also appreciated the joy of success; There are not only expressions of sadness unique to youth, but also aspirations and pursuits for maturity and growth.
It is precisely because of our warm-blooded youth, with faith as the rudder and wisdom and hard work as the oars that these beautiful ripples and the waves we enjoy now are left behind. As young people, we should remember that youth should have no regrets and be fearless; Youth should not be mature, but should carry hope; Youth should not be wasted, and youth should not be depressed; Youth means strength, and youth means creation! Let's shout: Long live youth!
Now, in the face of dreams, we have to give up hope; In the face of achievements, we still have to keep pursuing.
It is a group of hikers who are destined to leave their backs to others forever, and it is always the fiery red sun that inspires them to move forward; Is a group of hard-working cultivators, destined to leave others will always be a bumper harvest, galloping their own will always be shining plowshares in their hands.
With flint, the fire will not go out;
With enthusiasm, hope will not go out;
If there is hope, the motivation will not be exhausted;
With motivation, the future will not be bleak.
With the inscription of light 14 as an old friend, I have deep nostalgia in my heart; In my hometown, I have a painful love in my heart; Yu Yueming's heart is full of silent thoughts. I keep hearing the call of my hometown. Put your hand on your chest and feel its excitement. My heart is warm, I should be spraying blood at this moment, because it heard the call of my hometown.
I looked up at the moon and thought of the poplar tree, standing upright and silently guarding it. Hear the cock crow at dawn echoing in the yard; I seem to see golden wheat, golden beans and muddy yellow land again. At this moment, I silently left bitter tears.
Hometown is the most beautiful. By the stream, catch fish and touch shrimp with friends. Clear streams are colorful, and fish swim happily in the water. We caught shrimp together, but you were bitten by a shrimp. I laugh at you for it.
In the big forest, we catch cicadas tree by tree together, closely. Two little guys are shuttling through the Woods. Cicada sings like a song, and the rhythm is so cheerful. We were about to leave the Woods when we suddenly saw one big cicada, one small cicada and three small cicadas snuggling together. It turns out that they are a family of three, so happy.
But this beautiful sun won't last long. That night, the autumn wind was blowing gently and the moonlight was bright. In the dim moonlight, our tears fell like pearls on a broken pearl necklace. One, two, three or four, five, six and countless.
We stood in silence for a long time and then hugged.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are all over the world. Looking at the sunset, I can't help but miss my beloved hometown and best friend. But what about people like me who are forced to leave their hometown because of study or other reasons?
Writing on the topic of light 15 Some people will always encounter some setbacks in peacetime, but there will always be some people who are guiding us on the right path, as if they were a lamp in our hearts.
The moonlight was dim that day, and I was walking on a dark path. The little street lamp gives off that insignificant light.
Suddenly, a man came up to me with a lamp. Her leg was limping, her face was covered with stripes, her eyes narrowed into a crack, and she walked in front with a cane in one hand and a lamp in the other. She is blind!
But why is she holding a lamp?
I followed her to an alley where a group of children were playing games! At this time, the cold wind was soaked in the dense fog at night, biting and confused.
Suddenly, the bright lamp on the blind man's back passed through the dense fog, giving off hot air. Children came one after another, singing and dancing around someone!
I seem to think blind people can see.
She put the lamp on the ground, and with their dance steps, the sound of "fear" seemed to accompany them. I suddenly felt the warmth of the heat. I finally understand that the blind shine not for themselves, but for others.
Listen, the "rushing" sound of water, the whistling of the cold wind and the chirping of insects have all become their accompaniment.
In the morning, the crow of the rooster woke me up. The sun rises in the east, and rays of sunlight come over, and the dense fog in the middle of the night is evacuated. The sunshine is warm, just like my mother's warm hand stroking me.
Whenever the sun rises in the east in the morning and sets in the west at night, the same is true in doing things, whether it is success or failure, but as long as you work hard, the aura of victory will definitely be worn on your head.