Mingyueyou Composition 1 The breeze moves slightly and the night is not over. ...
It's late at night. I haven't slept yet. I can't help but feel sad when I read the simulated test paper before the month. The bright red fork stung my heart like a machete. What should I do in the face of this achievement?
"I can't stop cutting, but I'm still confused." My messy psychology makes me very anxious, and my mind is full of failure and frustration-
Go to the balcony.
The cold wind at night blows the confused night, and the roadside lights silently illuminate the sparse pedestrians. Time seems to have stopped, and I seem to be the only one left in the vast universe.
Inadvertently, I looked up and saw the bright moon-
White light and yellow light set each other off into brilliance, leaving the world like water and moonlight, seemingly quiet, but at this time it gave me great comfort, and it became my only companion at the moment.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the moonlight was covered with thick clouds and the night sky was dead again. Alas, even the moonlight is full of disappointment for me.
No, how could the moon disappear? I looked down at the night sky again. I saw the bright moon trying to shoot its own light through the clouds. As soon as it showed a bright figure, it was swallowed up, but it didn't sink, but it squeezed out a place around the clouds. The battlefield without words began in the night sky of the galaxy-you cover me and I separate you, that's all. In this way, the bright moon finally overcame the clouds, jumped out of the obstacles and shed elegance again.
"The stars come down from the clearing, and the moon comes running from the river". At this time, the moon is brighter and wider!
The bright moon is like a song, breaking through the clouds and showing its beauty;
The bright moon is like water, breaking obstacles and gentle.
The bright moon is a kind of strength. At the moment when I broke through the resistance, it filled my gloomy heart and drove away my discouragement with radiant light. I was shocked. Yes, how can life not encounter difficulties? Why not erase the sadness and stir the difficult stones like the moon? ...
Keep your heart like a bright moon, never give up in the face of setbacks, never back down, let the bright moon bloom in your heart-
Following the gurgling sound of running water, we walked into Mingyue Mountain and visited the long-awaited Yungu.
Castle Peak, White Fog and Green Sea
We seem to have entered the world of dreams: green hills stand in white fog, white fog lingers in green hills, and bamboo is everywhere. Fog surrounds the mountain, and the mountain depends on fog. The green sea is looming, which makes us feel high, as if it had turned into fog, playing with bamboo in the mountains and playing hide-and-seek with tourists. A cool breeze blew, and my heart shook as if my soul had returned to my body. You can't see the peak of the mountain, nor can you find the edge of the fog. Only floating people and flying colorful flags meander and stretch in the green sea. Every one of us is addicted to a green mountain, white fog and green sea, and we all have the look of being eager to try and climb the peak bravely.
Pebble flowing water crowd
The flowing crowd, crossing the slippery pebbles on the riverbed, together with the gurgling water and swaying young trees, bring infinite vitality to the lonely mountain forest. Loud laughter also brought the noise of the city to the silent clouds.
Hongqi Road, Zhu Cong
The red flag fluttering in the wind flickered slightly on the winding path and shuttled through the green bamboo forest. Loud voices, cheerful laughter, from the front of the team to the back of the team, full of pride, full of hope and full of sustenance. Come closer, come closer ...
Rain and cool wind waterfall
Finally, we saw a white practice, plain and crystal clear, embedded in a thick green, hanging on the bamboo in the mountain stream. The air is filled with white fog ... finally I saw the word "cloud valley" carved on the stone, deeply.
Go on, come to the bottom, thinking seems to be stagnant. The wonderland in this dream, the wonderful feeling of wanting to fly and sinking ... When the cool breeze made people feel a little cold, I realized that I was bathed in drizzle-it was a splashing waterfall. It kissed my face, hair and dusty heart for a long time ... I held up my camera and froze this eternal moment and this rare intoxication.
Bright Moon Excellent Composition 3 Autumn is getting stronger and the sun is setting. The last corner left on the earth gradually changed color and merged into the horizon, and the moon shyly showed its head.
I stood on the bridge and suddenly remembered: Oh! The moon will be the roundest tonight. The wind gently lifted my hair, and a faint coolness melted into my body. I couldn't help but wrap my clothes.
The moon reflected under my gaze. She is white and round. In her sparkling face, there is a little more tenderness and shyness. She inadvertently sprinkled the soft moonlight on the earth, revealing a kind of loneliness, demure and elegance. Although there are a few faint black spots on her body, it doesn't hurt her smoothness. She is like a mirror, and black spots are just reflections of the earth.
A few clouds came up, and the moon gently lifted those naughty clouds to make the moonlight more thorough. Suddenly, a ray of soft silver light sprinkled on my face. It is not as dazzling as the sun's light, nor as weak and naughty as the light of the stars. "oh! It seems that she just wants to snuggle up to me. " Moonlight is scattered in the lake, and the lake is sparkling; The moonlight shone on the ground, and it seemed that a silver flower splashed on the ground. Moonlight, with its unique color, adorns everything.
Looking at this bright moon, my thoughts can't help but ripple: from ancient times to the present, from the mythical the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon to today's Jade Rabbit, from Wan Hu to Yang Liwei, which activity of people is not to realize that beautiful dream?
My thoughts travel through time and space again. I seem to drink with the bright moon by the white river, and Su Dongpo sings with the bright moon at Chibi. What about Liu Yong and Li Qingzhao? They play the violin, sit alone, walk and recite poems under the moon. ...
At this moment, I thought of my friends thousands of miles away, and my deep thoughts made me look at the bright moon alone and sigh deeply. As the saying goes, "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of good scenery." It is also the so-called bright moon, which follows you to Yelangxi. "I think when Su Shi and Li Bai wrote these poems, they were also sharing my feelings at this time.
My heart is lost in the moonlight, and my tears dry up in the dark. Look up at the moon, look up at my feelings. ...
Yue Ming's excellent composition 4 has also been working hard in this direction. I thought it wouldn't be 100% on the road I chose, but it would be 80% related, but everything is impermanent. What can you and I do? If you don't choose, you have a direction. You can touch it if you don't compromise. The wheel of fortune is so strange that neither you nor I can turn it.
Buddha always said: everything is empty, there is no need to chase it, and it is free and easy to put it down. Putting it down is easier said than done. How many people can let go? People live a lifetime, bloom flowers fall, ebb and flow. No one can say anything, but live according to impermanence every day.
But it is gratifying that there is always a kind of care and warmth between people who don't talk to each other. I always like to listen to old people telling stories about the past. It was an era that we could not understand and envy. They don't know the truth of life, but they live better than anyone else. I often ask myself why I know so much, but I still have a bad life.
Several years have passed, and I still haven't found the answer. Maybe, ten years, twenty years is another look. In the past, I always asked myself to look at philosophy, psychology and Confucianism desperately to prevent myself from getting lost on the road of life. But now, it doesn't have much effect. It's not that those books are bad, but that they haven't reached that age yet. Experience is dull, and naturally you can't understand the truth. Some people, some things, need to settle down to a certain age before they suddenly realize.
Life is too long to rush. It is always said that there are some things that you don't understand when you are young, but you are no longer young when you know them. Is it true?/You don't say. Sometimes, when you see a person and hear something, you always cry for no reason. Why? Is it because you are young? What can you understand when you pout at this age and look at others with innocent eyes? What can you think of? What can be done? When is the bright moon shining in my heart?
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and it's a reward for themselves and their families that hard-working people put down their jobs and cook a delicious meal by themselves. After dinner, I dialed my mobile phone, seriously asked about the recent situation of my relatives and friends, sent my blessing to their plain well-being, was happy for their brilliance, and worried about their frustrations and sufferings ... For people in a foreign land, hearing the healthy laughter of their parents, the lively figure of their children is the greatest comfort.
The heat of the day slowly faded, the sky darkened, and the coolness of autumn gradually emerged. The moon has not yet risen from the horizon, but in a neon-lit city like Shenzhen, even if this round of white jade plate needs a long-awaited call, people don't have to worry about the darkness at night just after nightfall. These lights make the market as white as day, and you can see a layer of red halo on the residential area when you walk on a slightly farther path. On this particularly sunny Mid-Autumn night, when the moon appears from the horizon and walks out of the house, it is very interesting to walk around. The empty road was covered with a layer of silver. When I looked up at the moon, I saw her hanging in the vast blue sky, dotted with several stars. "The mountains are not separated by the mid-autumn moon". Are people worried about it staring at the bright moon at the moment? When I was a child, I only thought the Mid-Autumn Festival was a sumptuous meal, a moon cake as sweet as honey, and a happy time to play with my companions under the moon. It's white now, and the Mid-Autumn Festival really adds a layer of background color to daily necessities. If children can ask the bright moon to wrap around their knees, there is joy in suffering.
After tonight, this full moon begins to enter the deficit of the next cycle, and people return to their own tracks and are busy with their lives. ...
If I can, I would like to sit under the bright moon with you, or laugh together, or be silent together, or let that tear slide down my cheeks. This seemingly wordless moment is the eternity of the actual soul.
If I can, I would like to leave this world, sit alone in this bright moonlight, peel off the heavy shell outside my heart and feel my heartbeat carefully. I would like to take off my heavy coat and throw it aside, so that the body and spirit endowed by nature can be washed together by moonlight.
If I may, I'd like to send you a bright moon. ...
Petals will fall and leaves will fall. Only when the moon goes down will it rise, the new shoots are no longer the branches of last year, and the geese are no longer what they used to be. Only the moon still carries the memory of yesterday.
In the sixth grade, boarding life began, and difficulties followed. I miss my parents. I'm not used to accommodation. It is a great challenge to work and rest. As soon as I rang the doorbell, I dared not close my eyes. I jumped up and washed, but I didn't sleep at night. So I feel groggy every day and just want to go home. There are always people around who are nervous and clamoring to go home. But I never cry, because I found a silent partner.
Running is very tiring. I run wheezing against the wind in winter, without any warmth. Only the cold wind is desperately drilling into the neckline. I just picked it up from the bed, but I don't know where I put it. Sleeping is really sleepy, but yawning is absolutely impossible.
A mouth, like a cold current from Siberia, blows my throat like a knife. The whole playground was in chaos. I looked up and saw the bright moon shining in the sky, which seemed gentle and kind. She hasn't come home yet!
Suddenly, I found that on the way back to my dormitory, I looked up and I was sure I saw the moon, round or missing, or like a hook or a jade plate. It's everywhere. Seeing the moon will make me feel particularly cordial. I passed the adaptation period, and I went to the first grade. Is it a point on the moon that represents my growth footprint?
In that case, there must be footprints everywhere on the moon. It collects happiness and tears, but still does not spare its own tranquility, sprinkling its gentle moonlight on everything on the earth.
That round of eyesight carried too much.
Look up at the sky, I miss you. The months are long and my heart is long.
Before a deep sleep, look at the bright moon, exchange whispers and meet like water.
Flowing memories become visible stories through fingers and keyboards. This time, fortunately, there is a touching voice, so you don't have to eavesdrop on the sound of time flowing away.
Wandering in the bright moonlight, my eyes can't see farther, and the dark color always hinders my spiritual activities and my backpacking trip. People and things that slip away can try not to repeat regrets tomorrow. The story told yesterday can only be seen occasionally outside the rain weaving window today.
Peace is the only possession of the night sky, and moonlight is an escapist dream. I can't see the bright moon because I still have a lonely heart that won't give up, so I put all my eggs in one basket in the future.
Moonlight in my heart, quiet sadness, no one wants to speak, say the tenderness we all know. If you can't understand each other's expectations, there is no difference between one person and two people. Advise time to go back and wait until day and night. In fact, there is no luxury that cannot be regarded as hope. It's not just the shy smile that makes people move, but the silent gaze that has never been discovered is spotless and precious. ...
Don't worry about whether the past is worth it, don't worry about how tired today is, don't worry about how far the future is, don't cry about how much is left in your hand, just "turn all anxiety and fear into inner peace until the years are quiet." At that time, if you think of today's memory, you should laugh it off without stint.
Under the night sky, the moon is leisurely, listening to a curtain of moonlight like water, telling the warmth of yesterday.
August 15th is a beautiful festival-Mid-Autumn Festival. That night, I waited quietly on the balcony with great expectation.
Now, there are only a few stars in the sky, like some broken gold scattered on the blue cloth, crystal clear and bright. The moon has not come out yet. Maybe I waited too early.
Look, Moon Girl finally reveals her charming face and dances gracefully to her stage-the sky. Alas, my moon cake is not delicious at all, but the bright moon is as attractive as a golden cake, which makes my mouth water. It seems that she is more like a bright mirror, embedded in the blue sky. She waved the ribbon of the cloud and spread the soft moonlight round and round, just like a bright lamp illuminating the sky. She also sprinkled a clear glow on the earth, as if the whole world was plated with a layer of silver: the beautiful green hair of willow trees was dyed silver, the green grass wore a silver pearl necklace, and the calm lake water shone silver. ...
As I walked, I recited my poem: "The bright moon sends a clear glow, and the bright moon reflects a golden cup. I look up at the silver plate and miss the beauty of my hometown. " I can actually write poetry, and the moon can really arouse people's infinite reverie!
It's getting dark, and so is the bright moonlight. Huh? Yo, it's a naughty baby cloud! He is visiting the beautiful and kind Chang 'e and the lovely Jade Rabbit. In order not to be blown away by the wind, he lingered around the moon, as if to cover it with an ethereal veil. The moon is glad to be decorated with clouds, but when the light is blocked, it has to push away the clouds. She is still so beautiful when she smiles. The only fly in the ointment is that she is thinner and lighter, which is also a beauty.
The mid-autumn moon illuminates the moon, but I'm going to sleep! Moon, goodbye!
The wind has gone/taken away your breath/left no trace/but do you know/that night is deep/I miss you/will you miss me, too?
The wind has gone/faded our memory/been silent/can we still remember it/in that cold autumn rain/I am thinking of you/will you remember it?
The wind has gone/Let him take my breath/My laughter/Whispering to you/I am thinking of you. ...
Blink of an eye, parting has long passed, but strong thoughts can not be erased. Mid-Autumn Festival, will you remember the former Class 6a?
Memories, sighs-why do I know the truth that "I don't know how to cherish until I lose it", but it seems too far away, but it is within reach. I didn't cherish my back when I was far away. When I opened my hands to catch it, it had gone with the ticking sound on the clock, leaving me alone to experience "I don't know how to cherish until I lose it" Lost, what qualifications to cherish? Like a stranger, like a sliced lotus root, although the lotus root is broken, it will be brutally torn off sooner or later.
Outside the window, the wind started again. ...
Lying in front of the window, geese fly south in groups, leaves go home together, and what about me? I am quiet enough to hear cicadas and insects chirping happily, but what about me? Night arrival, although there are thousands of lights outside, how can we light up the whole starry sky? Maybe the moon is lonely?
Wind/can you take my thoughts away/to the lonely moon/when you look up at the bright moon/can you hear my deep and inseparable thoughts?
On that evening, sadness and blame were intertwined, pain and blow were intertwined, and disappointment and entanglement raged. Others are happily sharing the joy brought by good grades, but he walks home with his head down step by step in pain. The woman standing in front of the house makes Xiao Ming feel guilty.
A golden phoenix flew out of a poor ravine. What a happy thing it is. He pinned the hopes of the whole village and lived up to expectations. From elementary school to high school, he is one of the best. His mother, who has worked hard to raise him since childhood, is also exhausted, just like everyone thought he would be the top student in high school. He lost the election.
A week before the college entrance examination, he had a high fever and his condition was in danger. He instantly knocked down this sallow and emaciated young man with countless hopes. Until the college entrance examination, his mind was still groggy. In order to participate in this platform to realize his ideals, to live up to the hopes of the villagers, and to live up to the blood and sweat of his mother, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
But he finally failed to overcome the disease and lost a precious opportunity. Let people who don't know the truth sigh.
Finally, he moved home slowly, looking at his mother's pale hair, cloudy eyes and a wrinkle carved by years. Unable to control himself, he plopped down in front of his mother and let his tears surge. Mother quickly pulled him up and said, "As long as you try your best, don't cry, son." He faced his mother's optimism. Strong. He remained silent, but he had planted a seed in his heart. "If there is another chance, I will live up to the expectations of my mother and villagers."
At this time, he looked up and saw a bright moon, and there was a bigger and rounder moon in his heart to encourage him to cheer up, which was given to him by his mother.
Mingyueyou Composition 1 1 On the second day of this year, our family went to visit Mingyue Mountain in Jiangxi.
After several hours of hard driving, we finally reached the foot of Mingyue Mountain. There is a cool breeze at the foot of the mountain, the sky is foggy and there is no sunshine. But I am very excited, because I can't wait to see the scenery on the mountain.
We boarded the cable car and headed for the top of the mountain. The cable car went higher and higher, and a rolling sea of clouds appeared in front of my eyes. Surrounded by a sea of clouds, the mountains are like fairyland.
Soon I reached the top of the mountain, and my mother took me to climb Qingyun plank road. Looking from a distance, the plank road is like a green dragon around a cliff. I can't help but admire the courage and wisdom of the uncle who built the plank road.
Along the way, we saw a lot of Pinus taiwanensis. My mother told me that it is also called welcome pine. They waved branches as if to welcome us. When I was too tired to walk, my mother encouraged me: "Come on! Hold on a little longer, and you will reach the finish line! The scenery at the end is beautiful! " I secretly made up my mind to stick to it. Finally, we came to the end of the Moon Lake. Moon Lake is like a big moon. At this point, it cleared up. The sun shines on the lake, sparkling, and there are many trees growing in the lake, like a water forest. It's amazing! Little Shi Wa swims happily in the lake. I quickly took out my camera and put these beautiful scenes into the lens.
Although this trip is very hard, I am very happy, because I have overcome myself and understood a truth: the infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak!
Mingyueyou composition 12 days, gradually darkening; Month, slowly rising; Heart, slowly quiet.
It's another quiet night, Mid-Autumn Festival. At the window, I sat with a cold heart. The room was dark and there was a crumpled piece of paper on the table. In this way, it should have been a happy day, and the good wishes were shattered.
Pick up a book at random, but it is boring after opening it, and I don't know which unknown author wrote it. I was upset, grabbed my pen and scribbled in my exercise book, frowning.
The hilarious voice downstairs came to my ears, as if I heard "Dad, Dad, what kind of moon cake is this?" Immature children's voices are ringing in their ears like bells. Unconsciously, how can I calm a restless heart? I put down my pen and opened the curtains. What I see is a big bright moon. The noise downstairs is getting louder and louder, and my frowning brows are loosened, and then loosened, and my pursed lips are bent a little, and then bent a little.
The moon, like a kind mother, dispelled a little bit of boredom in my heart. I couldn't help getting my feet up and running out the door. In the kitchen, there is a moon cake quietly. I quickly picked it up, but I went back to the window carefully, like comforting a baby. Take a careful bite, put it in your mouth and savor it for a while. The sweet and greasy taste seems to melt my heart.
The bright moon is just around the corner, so beautiful and moving. She stretched out her hands to me like a fairy and brought me into a beautiful realm.
"Rinrin ... Rinrin ..." The telephone rang, and I took the moon cake. I walked happily to the telephone and picked it up. Mother's cautious voice came from the phone. "Mom, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, remember to eat moon cakes." I responded. My mother said a few more words to me and hung up the phone with a reassuring ending.
My heart is full of infinite warmth. Facing the bright moon, I said to myself, "Isn't it very happy to enjoy the moon alone?"
Mingyueyou composition 13 There is a bright moon tonight, and the wine pours into the sky. I don't know who is far away, but love is still here tonight. I want to fly away with wings and be accompanied by slaves. Meet like honey. Dancing and taking beautiful pictures are crazy in my heart. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. It's hard to fall in love when you are deeply grieved. My love is rock solid and my heart is like cymbidium. This situation will never change. I hope the slave is quiet and good. I have missed you for a long time. A bright moon outside the window, like water mist, pours thousands of miles. Its sweet first love and my infatuated, quiet and beautiful girl are all contained in its sweet and refreshing fragrance. The night wind whispers, as if singing the touching love song "When Love Is Past" for me.
That year, summer night. Looking back, we laughed like flowers. Hand in hand and fall in love. The moonlight is dim, and I look at the red account. Love is endless, so enjoy it. Incense warms the lovers' quilts and tells each other the truth. Good days are also good. Both talent and appearance make people drunk. In the drizzle, you can see all the summer colors on the earth. More interested, accompanied by. Several times, I was very much in love, praying and loving for a long time. Life is too short. Don't be greedy for success and croon with slaves.
That year, autumn night. The bright moon is still beautiful, and the old face is gone. Things are changeable and human feelings are indifferent. We fell in love, and on that autumn night with water and moonlight, we separated and separated again. In the late autumn of that year, my beloved beautiful girl married far away. From then on, we were far apart, leaving only sadness. Red leaves are fragrant. The night is silent and the cold sound is heavy. The curtain rolls in the west wind and the building is empty, but the milky way will block the meeting. The mountains and rivers are hazy, the moonlight is like a dream, and the homesickness tears cross. When singing wine, people are empty, thin and red, and all they write is their hearts. The residual lamp flickered and thought for a long time. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. The moon outside the window is still the same. Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, I feel homesick and heartbroken. I wish my girl beauty, happiness and peace!
Yue Ming's Excellent Composition 14 As the saying goes, "A flower does not make a spring, and a tree does not make a forest." This is probably what we heard most often when we were young. Yes, our parents taught us to unite and cooperate from an early age. People who do not unite as a group are like a garden with only one flower and a land with only one tree.
I remember reading such a fable when I was a child: two people went on an adventure in the wild, finished their dry food and found themselves lost when they were ready to go back. Before long, they found a basket of fish and a fishing rod in front of them. At the end of the article, the question is which one to choose. I believe most people will choose fishing rod because it can fish. But they were wrong. If one of them chooses a fishing rod, he is likely to die on the way to find a river. This is the lesson that "one tree cannot make a forest". In fact, if they take both, eat fish together and go to the road to find the river together, their chances of survival may be even greater.
In the animal world, when there is a fire in the ant nest, very few ants secretly escape from the safe area, but huddle together in an orderly way, with the queen and the worker ants outside, and all the ants Qi Xin work together to escape from the fire. Although many worker ants were burned to death, this practice of ant colony saved the lives of most members and queens, and enabled this big family to continue to survive and reproduce. This shows that a few members may make sacrifices for the collective and the overall situation. This is the value of unity.
Let's turn our eyes to history. Qin Shihuang did not listen to the advice, reused treacherous court officials, maimed the people and was overthrown by the peasant uprising. However, Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty widely accepted suggestions, respected public opinion and treated the people well, which made the Tang Dynasty prosperous. Unity and hierarchy are not contradictory. As long as the people of Qi Xin work together, their strength is better than a horde, and they can control the fate of a country or even a dynasty.
In the dark night sky, the bright moon is particularly beautiful; However, no matter how bright the moon is, it is not as bright as the stars in the sky The moon is lonely and the stars are bright.
When I first arrived in Lijiang, the first image was the crystal clear and criss-crossing stream, so clear and cool! The aquatic plants, stones, fish and shrimp in the water can be seen clearly at first, and the faint sunshine shines in, which is pleasant and bright with the sound of running water.
Lijiang, one of the most lively scenic spots in recent years.
Lijiang, a world-famous ancient city.
This summer vacation, I came to this long-awaited holy land with excitement.
When I first arrived in Lijiang, my first impression was that crystal clear, criss-crossing stream, so clear and cool! The aquatic plants, stones, fish and shrimp in the water can be seen clearly at first, and the faint sunshine shines in, which is pleasant and bright with the sound of running water.
Looking at this cool water, a question appears in my mind: Where does this cool stream come from? Where is its source? Looking up, a mighty ice giant stands in the distance, as if a sentry was guarding the checkpoint. It is Yulong Snow Mountain. The whole mountain is covered with snow and pure white. Too weak, the sun shines on it, slightly dazzling.
I don't know when, the moon has quietly climbed the treetops, and the whole snow-capped mountain, all streams and even the whole ancient city are covered with a faint, silvery white gauze. Wow, what a good full moon: bright and bright. Moonlight filled the hillside, and the full moon reflected in the stream. Wow, what a beautiful picture! The moonlight shines on the mountainside, the snow-capped mountains are flowing with streams, and the streams reflect the beautiful scenery of the bright moon. What a clear spring! Snow mountain? Bright moon. I immediately took out my camera and photographed the beautiful scenery.
Isn't the clear stream, flawless snow-capped mountains and bright full moon the highest state we yearn for?
Silence, breathing, smell. Let our hearts be purified here with streams, snow-capped mountains and bright moons! Throw away a false me and give me a true self!