In daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is an excellent composition I collected for you, hoping to help you. 1
When will there be a bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight. Living in the countryside, reclining at the moon. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's very good to enjoy this beauty!
look! The moon is out! It passed through the buildings, emitting bright light, and surrounded the buildings with a circle of silver-white holy light, as beautiful as an angel! Finally, it climbed up from the tallest building! Today, it is particularly round, bright and close, as if you can touch it with your hand, but it seems to be far away, and no matter how long the road is, it is like a round lantern, which shines brightly on the overgrown valley, making people deeply intoxicated. < P > The twinkling stars in the sky, through the thick clouds, are shining hard, like countless silver beads, densely embedded in dark black plates. At this time, the whole night sky is like a faint luminous leucorrhea, which is particularly conspicuous. The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, and then showing some white faces and secretly watching us! The whole world was soaked in the moonlight into a dreamy silver gray.
The moon finally emerged bravely. We quickly took out our astronomical telescope, and pointed it at a good angle. Ah, the surface of the moon was clearly displayed in front of our eyes. It was full of craters, some deep and some shallow, with a slight white light.
the ancients said: people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs, which is difficult to complete in ancient times. On this family reunion day, I can't help but think of my grandfather who is far away in heaven and my father who works alone in another country. Are they doing well? < P > At the beginning of the night, people are sleepy. The round moon hid in the clouds with her tired body, and the stars also went to sleep. Watching the moon quietly reflected in her swimming pool, she gradually entered the sweet dream land. 2
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my favorite thing to do is to watch the moon.
As night fell, I put down what I was doing, ran out of the house in a hurry, and sat down in an open space. Looking up, the moon in the sky is so bright and round, like a big jade plate, placed on a dark blue dining table. The moon is like a naughty child, sometimes hiding in thin clouds, sometimes sticking out its little head, and sometimes disappearing without a trace, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. I also got up and played hide-and-seek with the moon, in the grass, under the tree and at the corner, but wherever I went, it followed me and it could be found everywhere.
this moon is really naughty! I looked at it with feigned anger, but in my mind I could imagine: Is Jade Rabbit reading leisurely on it? Does the beautiful Chang 'e still live a lonely life? Has WU GANG cut down that laurel tree that can't be cut down? ......
I remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. Sweet egg yolk moon cakes, lotus seed cakes with moderate sweetness, crispy and delicious five-kernel moon cakes ... All kinds of moon cakes were placed on the table, and our family sat together, picking a favorite flavor, looking at the moon in the sky for a while, and tasting the moon cakes in our hands for a while. It was very pleasant, and what a wonderful evening we had in laughter.
I can think about it, but I can't help feeling a little lonely. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, mom and dad are very busy. Our family can't enjoy the bright moon and moon cakes together like last year. I'm left with this round of bright moon and lost in reverie ... I really hope that next time, I can have a wonderful and unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival with my parents! Looking at the moon 3
The breeze is slow and the cicada is faint. At this time, the moon is quietly lying in the thin clouds, and still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar is bright and quiet, just like a pure beauty of ice and snow.
I was leaning on the balcony, and the wind gently brushed my hair tips and touched the edge of my clothes, bringing me a serene and unique fragrance. I was melancholy.
people move, shadows move, and the moon follows.
As the full moon rises higher and higher, her silver-plate-like face reveals a unique smile, with a calm, elegant and refined temperament. The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the mountains and buildings. The bell listened to the sound of streams and the wind blowing on the treetops. My mind seems to blend in with the natural scenery. I'm leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. In that quiet and peaceful state of too softly for anyone to hear and except my comrade, the bright moon.
how long has it been since I walked under the moon, showered under its brightness, and had this serenity and indifference? I only remember that when I was a child, I used to sit in the couch and lean against my grandparents in the summer. Now, every day, I'm just busy with my study, and the second hand is flying fast, which competes with time and efficiency. Every time after class, I look up and it's a mountain of homework arranged by teachers in all subjects.
This month once shone on the ancients, but in the eyes of modern people, what has the moon become? Dim the "how much brighter the moonlight is at home!". Today's month seems to be a decoration. For those big bosses, it seems to be even dimmer. They hope to have more bright moons, earn more money and win more customers. Science needs progress, but society also needs connotation, and human mind needs purification. And a society with only science is not all a beautiful life for human beings.
At this time, the tired moon hid in the clouds and rested, leaving only a few stars on sentry duty. Tomorrow, the moon should be like this again, I look forward to it. Full Moon Excellent Composition 4
Cycle after cycle, year after year, and it is the Mid-Autumn Festival. When the dusk sets and all is silent, I sit by the window alone, looking at the full moon on the horizon, and my thoughts drift past with Wang Wei's poem "I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family twice during the festive season". When I was a child, I was put in my grandmother's house because my parents were busy. Perhaps because my grandfather died young, my arrival made my grandmother feel full in her lonely days. Mom and dad have long forgotten the significance of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and in more festivals, it is often just me and my grandmother.
But the Mid-Autumn Festival with grandma is always pleasant and sweet. Grandma has a pair of skillful hands, and the moon cakes made are also the first delicious in my opinion today. If you bite them, they will be crispy and full of food, and their lips and teeth will remain fragrant. On a night of fireworks, grandma held me in the courtyard and shook the cattail leaf fan. The night in the countryside is like a sleeping baby without the complicated strings of the city. The jewel-like night sky is beautiful. That bright moon is more and more beautiful. Now when I recall that time, the poem "There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon wheel in the sky" comes to mind.
Grandma told me the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon again, and I was fascinated by the big disc that was on the table that day. I cried for a look in the sky, but I couldn't reach anything with my hand. Grandma smiled and said, "When I grow up, I can go to the moon." I nodded in bewilderment. I only heard my grandmother looking at the moon and singing softly: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. I hope people will live for a long time, and I will be beautiful for thousands of miles ..." I didn't care at the beginning, but now I understand that it is the best blessing. Time flies, and now I have left my grandmother's arms. Every Mid-Autumn Festival is accompanied by my parents. My grandmother is guarding a pure land on the grounds that she doesn't like the hustle and bustle of the city. Moreover, the number of old and sick people is less. But I miss the scene when my grandmother hugged me and sang softly.
How many Mid-Autumn Festivals have passed, and my grandmother and I have not been reunited? Hum: "I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will be beautiful ..." The tone seems so familiar.
The sudden ding-dong of my life disturbed my singing, and I vaguely heard grandma's slightly hoarse but memorable laughter.