2, step on the moon and climb the clouds: step on the moon and climb the clouds. Describe ambition.
The autumn moon is like jade. Describe the bright moon in autumn.
4. Dongtuxiwu: Rabbit and Ukrainian: According to ancient myths and legends, there is a jade rabbit in the moon and a three-legged golden sun in the sun, so Ukrainian and rabbit represent the sun and the moon respectively. The moon rises and the sun sets. It means that time is passing.
5, flying gold jade: gold: the sun, it is said that both Japan and China are three feet, because it refers to the sun; Jade: Jade rabbit, it is said that there is a jade rabbit in the middle of the month, because it refers to the moon. Describe how time flies.
6. The sun rises and the moon remains unchanged: unchanged: the sound is "more" and the moon goes around. Just as the sun just rises, the moon bends first. Metaphor is when things are booming. In ancient times, it was often used as a eulogy.
7. Wear the moon and stars: Wear the stars, and the moon is above your head. Describe going out early and returning late, working hard, or running around day and night, the journey is hard.
8, the sun and the moon are selfless: the sun and the moon shine selflessly on the earth. Metaphor is universal kindness.
2. Su Shi's poem "Red Cliff Fu" describes the moon rising: Xiaoyan, the moon rises above Dongshan Mountain, wandering between bullfights. Milky white fog across the river, clear water.
Soon, the bright moon rose from the back of Dongshan Mountain, hovering between Dousu and Niusu. White fog crosses the river, and clear water connects the sky.
Su Shi in Song Dynasty in Red Cliff Fu
In autumn, on July 16th and 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating in Chibi. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface.
Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan, hovering between the Big Dipper and the cow.
Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river.
Vast, like the wind, but I don't know where to stop, such as abandoning the world, independence, becoming an immortal, and entering a fairyland.
In autumn in Ren Xu, on July 16th, Su Shi and his friends went boating under Chibi. The breeze blows gently, but the waves are quiet. Raise a glass to propose a toast to your partner, recite articles related to the bright moon and praise this chapter. Soon, the bright moon rose from the back of Dongshan Mountain and hovered between Dousu and Niusu.
White fog crosses the river, and clear water connects the sky. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross it. It's like riding the wind out of thin air, but I don't know where it ends. Climbing outside the cloud nine is like leaving the world, escaping from independence and becoming an immortal into a fairyland.
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The first paragraph, write a night tour in Chibi. The author "got off the boat at Chibi", plunged into the embrace of nature, enjoyed the beauty of cool breeze, dew, mountains, running water, moonlight and skylight, and recited the first chapter of Moonrise. Shu Yao corrected it, and he was very sad. "Compare the bright moon to a beautiful woman with a good figure, expecting her Ran Ran to rise.
In response to the poem "The Moon is Out", "Xiaoyan, the moon rises from Dongshan and lingers between bullfights." And leads to the following self-created song cloud "Looking at the Beauty of Heaven". The word "wandering" has always been emotional and literary, vividly depicting the soft moonlight as if it were extremely attached to tourists and affectionate. In the bright moonlight, white fog hangs over the river, and the sky and water are integrated.
Reference source Sogou Encyclopedia-Red Cliff Fu
The composition of the moon rising in the night sky these days is particularly clear. Every night, you can see the bright moon hanging high in the sky, curved like a woman's thin eyebrows. Today, the moon has just become an approximate semicircle, and there should be some time before the full moon. I stood at the window and looked up at the half moon outside. I feel relaxed and happy, with endless reverie.
A cloud as thin as a veil floats by, slowly covering the moon, but behind the cloud, the beautiful outline of the moon and the misty moonlight are still lovely, as if it were a woman who "still hides half her face behind the guitar from us". Ah, the moon must know that I am looking at her. She is a little shy, so she covers her face with a scarf. This is a fairy-tale night, a fairy-tale moon!
The clouds gradually dispersed and the moonlight was as clear and transparent as water. I heard a burst of innocent laughter from the yard. I just know that it is the four or five-year-old children in the neighborhood who come out to play again. In the moonlight, they laughed so real and sweet that the moon seemed to laugh with them. I have always thought that the moon is the patron saint of children-she is so pure, just like a child's spotless heart. I remember how much I liked the moon when I was young. Such a familiar and unfamiliar picture comes to mind-a child galloping happily in the moonlight, pointing to the moon in the sky while running, and shouting loudly: "Look, the moon runs with us!" " "That child is me. At that time, I might ask some strange questions that these children will ask now-when the moon becomes a hook, is the house of the goddess Chang 'e enough to live in? How did the Jade Rabbit fly to the moon? And childhood is also in my laughter, slowly running away with the moon.
Every time I think about it, "growth" becomes a terrible word for me. As I grow up, I believe more and more that the moon is a desolate and barren land, not a beautiful Chang 'e fairy who lives in the Palace of Fendai. I believe more and more in the scientific explanation of the "solar eclipse phenomenon", instead of the "Tengu eats the moon" that used to make me both excited and scared. When I was a child, those childish ideas had unconsciously disappeared from my mind. As I grew up, I gradually abandoned my dreams, and I succumbed to the coldness of accepting reality. Therefore, there are no more fairy tales, dreams and fantasies about the moon in my life. And that long-gone childhood has always been a distant past for me.
I stared at these children deeply and realized that I don't belong to that world anymore. My childhood memories have been buried in the corner of my heart. The moon no longer belongs to me, no matter how beautiful it is, it is still so far away. The moon of childhood is lost and can't be found again.
The tired moon hides in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty.
The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the milky way, flashing. A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.
The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate. The full moon is rising, and a gentle smile appears on her silvered face.
The bright full moon was lifted by the distant blue mountain and rose to the sky. The moon, round, is like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.
At night, it's very quiet. The full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.
The full moon, like a yellow lantern, is stirred in the sky from the eastern horizon. At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.
The moon rises gradually, and she is dressed in white gauze, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face left a gentle smile through the willow branches.
The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just came up from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.
The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, and unveiling her charming face for a while, so that the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight. The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.
At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow. In the morning, the waning moon is like a tarnished pebble, which is thrown in the horizon.
A crescent moon, like a white pear, quietly opens in the light blue sky. The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.
The moon is like a bow, bending in the sky. A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It is as white as newly refined silver.
A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, protrudes from the dark mountain peak. A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.
A crescent moon, like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upward, crossed the quiet lake at night, giving me a feeling. A crescent moon is high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.
The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches. Half the moon hangs obliquely on the top of the locust tree, like an orange petal.
The moon is as small as a hairpin and intoxicating. A hazy moon is emerging from the cicada-like transparent clouds in the forest, shining with silver brilliance.
A curved silver hook in the night sky emits infinite light. The crescent moon is curved like a girl's mouth, with a sweet smile.
Under the crescent moon and above the willow tip, there are a pair of stars like the eyes of a smiling fairy, teasing the curved crescent moon and swaying willow branches. The crescent moon is like a silver boat.
The crescent moon outside the window is like chrysanthemum petals in the blue night sky. The curved crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, lively and lovely like barracuda.
The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrows, winding in the pure air. The moon rises, red and dizzy, as if someone had stirred up a red lantern from the eastern horizon.
The moon has risen, like a newly dehydrated jade wheel ice tray, without any dust. Moon girl got up, as if talking quietly with the little stars around her.
A full moon is rising in Ran Ran, and the silvery moonlight reflects some feathery clouds, which is very beautiful. The rising moon hangs on the top of the mountain. Although pale as a cloud, it is getting brighter all the time.
The moon went out to sea. At the moment of flying, it seems to jump suddenly and be splashed all over by waves, so that the affectionate sea can wash it and make it bright and clean.
A soft moonlight shone through the window and on the windowsill, as if it were plated with a layer of silver. The moonlight hangs down from the window like a silver soft yarn.
The moonlight passed through the shade, leaving behind glittering jade. The full moon on the fifteenth day is like a snowball, embedded in the dark blue night sky, which is particularly bright.
Leng Yue hung its branches high, and the cold wind blew the bare branches. The moon in early winter, clear and cold, pours out Yin Hui like ice from the west.
The moon finally rose to the clear sky, dazzling white. The moon rose from the edge of the forest, emitting cold light, making the snow-covered fields look particularly white and making people feel colder.
Thousands of stars are like pearls in the night sky, shining with the light of Yin Hui. As night falls, the blue sky is dotted with countless little stars, flashing as if inviting people to travel in the vast space.
Without the moon, the stars twinkle like dew on a big lotus leaf. I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor. Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
My hometown is Pine laurel, Wan Li * * * Qing. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! I hope people will live for a long time, and they will live in the long time when we are both revered as distant thoughts. Except my friend, Mingyue, when can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? Share the bright moon with the horizon. At this time, Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant. In first frost in the middle of the month, the shadows are thin in the moonlight, and the magpies fly unsteadily around the branches, making the birds fly out. When the wild trees in the mountain stream are low, Jiang Qingyue is close to people.