Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
-Li Bai, an ancient literati, has always had a special nostalgia and love for moonlight. In their poems, the moon is acacia, sigh, don't worry, witness the rise and fall of history. Moonlight falls in the dark night sky, cold and clear, as elegant as tea.
And the eternal moonlight, it witnessed the joys and sorrows of many people, lamented the ups and downs of history, and caused many wanderers deep sadness and acacia?
How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown. Wandering outside, on a quiet and cold night, the most unbearable thing to see is the crooked and incomplete moon. The bright moon inadvertently touched their souls. A wandering soul can wander the rivers and lakes, drown his sorrows in wine, and drift from place to place, but the most unbearable thing is the pain of homesickness! This is the reason for Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. That proud genius, he wrote, "Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven to the ocean and never comes back?" He wrote, "Oh, how can I seriously bow and scrape to those who are in high positions, because they will never be shown an honest face?" He wrote that "the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone." He is bold and uninhibited, but on a moonlit night, he wrote: "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, will there be frost?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.
The gentle and plain writing with a pen reveals the pain of homesickness. Have you ever seen Li Bai cry under the quiet and peaceful moon?
The moon in Su Shi's works is changeable, with beauty and sadness in the change. In Water Tune, he wants to fly in the wind and sing songs about wine. He raised his glass and prayed to the moon. "When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight? " And when he understood the sadness of "too high to be cold", he became attached to the moonlight. With the hope that "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles are beautiful", he hopes to enjoy the bright moon with people who know each other in his short life. However, things change, and Su Shi's beloved wife died before him. After years, he still can't forget the woman who is affectionate and understands him. The moon in Jiangchengzi is desolate and lonely. How many people can understand the sadness of his "heartbroken place every year" The word "Nian Nujiao, reminiscing about the past at Chibi" shows heroism, while the sigh of "Life is like a dream, the moon is still in a bottle" is somewhat sad.
Moonlit Night on the Riverside depicts an elegant and fresh Moonlit Night on the Riverside. "Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the sea." . The bright moon and the tide are dancing gracefully. There is also a poem in Bai Juyi's Pipa-"We saw the white autumn moon enter the middle of the river", "Silence speaks louder than sound", and only the bright moon knows my heart. This sentence can more effectively set off the superb piano skills of the pipa girl from the side. And the bright moon that night, is it also secretly sad because of the experience of the beautiful and melancholy pipa girl?
Moonlight is cold and eternal, and its appearance seems to have a touch of sadness. Based on this vague and lonely artistic conception interpreted by moonlight, the poet created different months and wrote the charm of different months.
The moonlight in The Bright Moon in Qin Dynasty, Near the Moon in Han Dynasty is long and heroic, the cold and quiet in Frosty Night, the bright and quiet in Harmony between the Lake and the Autumn Moon, and the silence in Moonlight ... Different moods in different moods, different feelings of poets in different moods. Moonlight is beautiful, and its beauty flows in the poet's poems. Put it in your heart, you can taste it slowly and experience it carefully. Moonlight is like a glass of wine. The longer the brewing time, the more mellow and delicious it is.
Moonlight is poetic because of its beauty; Because of poetry, it has been beautiful as jade for thousands of years. Moonlight is the eternal swan song in the poet's heart; A beautiful and sad poem in our hearts.
2. Moonlight
It's getting dark and the bright moonlight is hanging in the sky. After a busy day, I am ready to sleep. I'm still lying in a cold little bed, and nothing can help me keep warm, only the moonlight coming in from the window, accompanying me day and night, guarding me. However, with it, I was lonely from the Ministry.
Tonight is because the moonlight is too strong! I lay in bed, thinking about the unpleasant things today over and over again. There are so many thoughts in my mind that I can't help walking to the window and looking at the bright moonlight of the moon. Why do you want to impose it on me when it is clearly not my fault? Is it because of the relationship between poverty and wealth? I'm in a bad mood. I think only the moon understands my heart now! It, silent dedication, without it, the world will be in darkness at night. My other half is selfless, not because of the difference between the rich and the poor, but only for the rich. Dedicated to everyone in the world, rich or poor. I stood at the window, trying to forget all the unpleasantness today. A cool breeze blew in, and I felt extremely cool, from heart to heart. Forget it slowly. Wow, that's comfortable. I opened my eyes and went back to bed. Gradually, I closed my eyes. It's quiet, but there are frogs outside the window and moonlight.
The moonlight is bright, in my heart, it is my partner, accompanying me all my life.
2. The moon shadow titled "Under the Moonlight" has gradually become round, and the flowers are buried in the memory cabin with the bright moonlight.
I want to wander in the silent night with the sachet of flowers, let the intoxicating fragrance float in the air and let those people intoxicated together ... The night sky is beautiful tonight, with endless dark blue, paving the way for the background at night. The stars also dance and sing, shining their own light for the full moon.
Of course, the protagonist is still a full moon, saying it is a full moon is actually not satisfied. There are always some flaws and regrets. I walk leisurely under the tenderness of the moon, and let the moonlight moisten my body.
I think of the party under the moon, and I think of the poetic chapter under the moon. I can't help smiling, smiling at this poetic life and poetic picture.
I remember that in the first year, we were still a group of childish teenagers wandering in the whirlpool of youth. On Children's Day, the water polo match in the dormitory immediately "washed" every dormitory.
We revel in innocence and children's music, kill all our troubles and revel in festivals. Children's Day on the second day of junior high school doesn't belong to us, but we still can't resist the interest, and we called several female generals to play the game of catching chickens with eagles.
Although it was raining that day and the floor was slippery, happiness has worn away all the pain of slipping. The moon hid in the clouds, and the moonlight broke through the clouds and came everywhere, dyeing the pool water beautifully.
There is a reflection of memory in the water and traces of that time. I wrote a word "Le" on the water with my finger, and it soon blended with the water. In fact, it is so easy for music to blend in with us.
I continue to walk in the poetic night with an idle heart. I think of the balcony on the sixth floor.
How many people, chatting with moonlight, tell their frustrations together. They poured out the troubles of youth in twos and threes and shed tears of pain.
Whenever the dead of night, there will always be people who are silent, enjoying the silence and beauty of the night and their own chaotic thoughts, and there will always be people who will enjoy it with her and eliminate her troubles. I will always watch quietly and enjoy such a warm picture.
Now many people go their separate ways.
The moon, its white figure, is so serene and quiet. I have looked back in front of my eyes countless times, and I like it very much, because I can pour out my troubles to it bluntly and spit out my joy without scruple.
It's really boring to be idle at night. Just take a walk in the Woods behind the school and enjoy the beauty of the night alone. Looking up at the silent night sky, the lovely moon slowly climbed into the air from behind the treetops, bright and round, like a jade plate. The gentle moonlight poured down like running water, as if slipping through a sweet piano sound. Being in such a beautiful moonlight, I can't help thinking of many descriptions of the moon in ancient poems. Wang Wei, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, put it well: "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream". Can't we do this! "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us." When we are lonely, the moon is our faithful partner. "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and when I sank back again, I suddenly thought of home." Month is our deep yearning for our hometown. "Who sees the moon at the first sight by the river, and the moon shines on people at the beginning of the river" is our distant speculation on the origin of mankind.
Like the patron saint of the earth, the moon revolves around the earth every day. It is so loyal, trustworthy and conscientious. The moon is sometimes like a magician, sometimes round like a jade plate, sometimes bent like a bow, sometimes like a boat, and sometimes like an apple bitten by a bug. It's really ever-changing and changeable. When the month appears in the night sky, it always attracts our eyes, stimulates our thinking and blooms our emotions. Let's go crazy for it, go crazy for it, cheer for it, and feel sorry for it. It is not so dazzling, but so charming. However, when we look up at the bright moon, who will pay attention to the sun that silently gives it bright support behind it? The moon shouldn't shine, but the sun seems to sympathize with it. When the light shines on the moon, the moon will give off a faint white light.
What is the thing that accompanies you through your sweet dreams every day? By the way, it is still the moon. The moon, it brings me endless reverie, endless hope and beautiful childhood memories.
4. The composition of the theme of searching for the moon is full of miscellaneous shadows. Shan Ye is covered with silver gauze, and the ups and downs are gentle and reserved. The grove smoothes the ripples of the river like fingers, embellishes the moonlight into fuzzy mottles, and is as solemn as a dark oil painting. ...
The complicated scenes during the day have become a quiet and beautiful atmosphere at the moment, which breeds a moving temptation.
It is precisely because of that brilliant light that the tired footsteps in the hustle and bustle sounded light and unique footsteps.
Who is walking alone by the river, looking for it from time to time and listening to the moving face of the moon?
What do you see? What did you hear?
There is an old sad song of a woman who plays the role of Huan Sha flowing down the river.
Debussy's moonlight stretches gracefully under the sky.
There are silver waves coming. ...
And you, standing so piously, your eyes are shining as transparent as moonlight, and your mouth is full of thoughts of vomiting. ...
That's your most sincere and intimate whisper to nature.
You had a dream. ...
However, I came back without any interest, and there was confusion, nostalgia and sadness that you didn't want to talk about.
Aside from the complicated lights of the night market, you have found this oasis. You just want to purify your dusty body and mind in the moonlight and let your tired feet rest here for a while. At this moment, in silence, you are glad that you have not completely lost yourself.
Decadence does not belong to you. Although the arrow shot from the darkness destroyed your dream, you know that the corner shining with attractive light is just a bewitch that makes you sigh.
You feel relaxed because of this awakening, and you are free.
Moonlight pours passion, and you gain a tacit understanding and encouragement in silence.
No confession, no commitment. Raise the sail of your life before the moon goes down. You are the free and unconstrained style, you will put aside all fetters and take your ideal to have a wonderful and difficult trip.
How can you stand still for a long time?
And this oasis in the moonlight will always be a pure land in your dream, a beautiful homesickness in your journey, and an indispensable comfort and strength in life.
I just hope everyone has an oasis in their hearts.
Write a composition on the topic of the moon. I love the moon, its purity, eternity and mystery.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. In order to watch the moon rise, I go out early at night and wait for the moon to rise.
At this time, the sky is getting dark and the earth is shrouded in a hazy night. Moon girl quietly showed a round smiling face and looked down at the vast earth. Villages, mountains and rivers, and fields seem lifelike.
Solemn and beautiful.
The river that has been running for a whole day flows slowly in the bright moonlight.
Blowing, sparkling, like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the water. There are many people enjoying the cool and relaxing on the beach by the river. Even songs, laughter and sounds are as soft and harmonious as the moon.
The moon rises higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building. She looked down at the earth and shone brightly.
I narrowed my eyes and really saw the blurred scenery in the bright moon. Is it a mountain? Is it water? Is it the sky? Is it a cloud? Or my shadow?
"Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When was Jiangyue photographed at the beginning of the year?" Although I am not the first person to see the moon, one thing is certain, that is, the selflessness of the moon, the silent dedication of the moon, and the mystery that she has prompted mankind to explore constantly. Perhaps, the black spots on the moon are mountains with hidden treasures, waiting for us to develop them.
Ah, the moon, you are a gurgling stream, always bringing people living water of emotion. You are the doting son of literati in past dynasties, making their words youthful and brilliant for thousands of years. You've been with humans for a long time,
High mountains and flat land. Your rich experience, your weathered beauty, let the world face up to it forever.
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-At your fingertips. Your purity, eternity and mystery will always be favored in the long river of time and space, winning the infinite attachment and praise of the world.
6. My family story composition 500 words Grandma's "Moon Soup" Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon hangs in the dark blue night sky, surrounded by soft moonlight. Blurred and beautiful.
Just after an autumn rain, the stars in the night sky were washed so pure. Bright blue starlight adds depth to the night sky.
The whole night sky is dark blue, outlining a picture of the sky as cool as water. Like a book, it tells a beautiful story.
When I was five years old, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and looked up at the beautiful night sky in the yard. For a while.
"grandma! I'm thirsty. Want to drink Wahaha! " I opened my eyes wide and pouted, muttering to myself about my grandmother.
Grandma listened and said, "Be good. It's cold, and drinking Wahaha will ruin your stomach. "
I was suddenly unhappy when I heard grandma finish. Small mouth pursed higher, crying to grandma: "I want to drink Wahaha!" " I want to drink! "Grandma nasty, hurriedly wiped my tears with the hand.
Said, "okay, okay! Don't cry, don't cry. Will grandma make you' moon soup'? " After listening to my words, curiosity came up.
Stop crying at once. Q: "What is' Moon Soup', Grandma?" Grandma also smiled mysteriously: "You will know later!" Grandma said and went to work.
I sat quietly, looking at the moon in the sky, thinking: Moon soup? Is it made by the moon? .
Just thinking, grandma was carrying a small glass bowl, which seemed to contain water. My little head moves with the glass bowl in grandma's hand.
Look, grandma put the glass bowl on the stone table in the yard. Grandma said, "Be good! Let's see what this is. "
I ran over curiously. Very naughty lying on the stone table, looking there: I saw a big bright moon floating in the clear water in a glass bowl.
The bowl looks like a pale blue moonlight necklace, much like a luxurious crystal. Very beautiful.
"wow! Grandma, is this' moon soup'? " I asked. Grandma lovingly stroked my short hair and said, "Yes! Hey, try it! " I can't wait to scoop up a spoonful of "moon soup" with a small spoon and send it into my mouth.
A sweet smell flows into the throat and seeps into the heart. Subsequently, * * * held the bowl with his hand and drank a bowl of sweet "moon soup" with a splash.
I said to my grandmother contentedly, "Grandma!" "Moon soup" is too sweet! Grandma is also very happy to answer: "Yes! Hey. " When I looked into the bowl again, the moon was gone.
I asked my grandmother in a panic: "Grandma! Why is there no moon in the bowl? The moon slipped! " I am anxious to cry. Grandma quickly said, "Silly boy! Didn't you just drink the moon in your stomach? " As soon as I heard it, I remembered: "Yes!" I looked at the moon in the sky again, still so bright.
I asked my grandmother again, "Grandma, why is the moon still in the sky?" Grandma was obviously stumped by me. After a while, grandma said, "Because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mother Moon is very happy.
I want to reward you with a bowl of moon soup. But he was naughty and came out of his stomach again.
But it doesn't matter My dear has already drunk a bowl of moon soup. The light of the moon has entered your heart and shines brightly on your body! At the same time, it will shine brilliantly on your future road! "After listening to my words, or nodded his head.
Grandma's meaningful words didn't pay much attention when I was young, but they took root in my heart and grew up with me. Now I have become a middle school student.
Every time I think back to my grandmother's bowl of "Moon Soup", my heart is warm, I think of the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I think of the bowl of soulful Moon Soup, and I think of the meaningful words my grandmother said. However, I understand grandma's intention now.
When I was five years old, my grandmother wove a beautiful fairy tale for me with a bowl of "moon soup". Cleverly explained a friendship and a love to me with a white lie.
Her sunshine, my happy sunshine has no boundaries, let happiness continue. -Inscription The sun is shining and warm as spring, which makes me feel comfortable to bathe in it.
Grandma gently shook the wheelchair and held my hand tightly. There is no longer cold, and the warmth around me covers me tightly.
At this moment, I thought I had the whole world, so happy. However, happiness is always short-lived
I felt scared when a group of people dressed in white came to me. I don't want to call them angels in white, because the pain every day is so clear.
They pushed me to the dark corner-the operating room. Parts of the wheels rusted, and they rubbed against each other and purred, which reminded me of that nightmare.
I am familiar with the cold operating table, but I am also very strange. The cold needle slowly plunged into my arms, and I clearly felt my blood being taken away bit by bit.
Endless fear spread, and the tumor in my mouth rubbed against my nerves. Tears, some can't help it.
I turned and looked out of the window, and a kind face came into view. Grandma is laughing, but she is crying.
I swallowed the bitterness back into my stomach and tried to smile. Comfort with silent language: grandma, I don't hurt.
After the operation, I was pushed into the intensive care unit, which smelled of alcohol. Open your eyes, it is still warm sunshine, and it is still unbearable pain.
I pleaded weakly, "Grandma, leave me alone." This is a shocking blow, and I have some regrets when I look at her trembling body.
Actually, I have bone cancer. Abandoned by my parents since childhood, I met my lonely grandmother, and we lived alone.
Among patients, I am the most serious. My whole body is covered with tumors, and even my mouth is covered with those terrible things. "The doctor said that experts have made a plan and will have surgery next week. Bear with it, will you? " Looking at grandma's wrinkled brow, I nodded, and I saw that my eyebrows stretched as I hoped.
The next day, this wish seemed to come true. I was pushed to that dark corner, but this time it was a matter of life and death.
Grandma held my hand tightly. "Grandma, thank you, I am very happy in my life."
The big hand trembled. "Grandma is always by your side, don't be afraid, son, grandma loves you.
Hands off. The light is on.
Happiness continues. My family and I will talk about my favorite mother first. I don't know why, but I just like it.
7. Write an article about moonlight. It's just dark, and the dense fog is pervasive, which influences a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows fall, the water disappears, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!
Shaking my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts, but falling into deeper depression.
The soft moonlight shone through the window and fell on the windowsill. The windowsill looks like silver plating. It suddenly occurred to me that it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now it is a full moon, so the moon must be beautiful!
So I went downstairs to enjoy the moon. What a full moon! There are a few twinkling stars in the distance, which adds a bit of poetry to this moonlit night.
Along the path leading to the garden, I walked aimlessly, and the whole world seemed to be immersed in a silver ocean, setting off a warm and quiet night. I am also in the moonlight sea. Moonlight filled my clothes and warmed my heart-I think the warmth of the sun is too warm and unrestrained; Starlight is lonely and cold again. Only this gentle and quiet moonlight can be so just right. Moonlight permeates the whole earth, my surroundings are illuminated by moonlight, and the world is completely shrouded in a sacred atmosphere. My senses are blurred, and my heart is sublimated in this holiness.
I didn't realize that I had arrived at the gate of the garden, followed Koji in the garden and walked to a pond. The pond is very small, and the goldfish, who are usually lively, now stay there quietly. Probably asleep. In the center of the pond is a grotesque rock, which is more interesting and picturesque under the washing of moonlight. The moon is reflected in the dark green bottom of the pool, washed away by the water, and looks particularly Ming Che and lofty, just like the charming eyes of the Mona Lisa. A gust of wind blew, making a shallow wave mark on the calm pool water. The pool overflowed slightly, kissed the rock, and made a faint metal crash, which made it look particularly light and leisurely in the quiet night. ...
By the roadside, big chrysanthemums bathed in moonlight, were blown by the wind in their sleep, and smiled happily.
Turning the pond, I sat under the mushroom pavilion. Looking up at the infinite sky and the bright moon. Thoughts gallop like wild horses in the boundless Yuan Ye-the pure moonlight! I finally realized your vast natural atmosphere tonight. "When there is a bright moon, ask heaven for wine ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. This matter is old and difficult. I hope that people will last for a long time and have a good scenery. " Friends who are far away from home will definitely watch the moon on this beautiful night!
Unconsciously, I have been intoxicated in the gentle night, my consciousness has gradually blurred, and my whole body and mind are spreading, as if I were melting into the vast universe. ...
8. Write a symbolic narrative essay with moonlight as the topic. What is a life of more than 600 words?
How simple the question is, but I have nothing to say.
How many times have you missed the cold moon, the depressed Lin Qiu and the coming dusk? Life is like an old jar of dusty wine. The more delicious it is, the stronger it is. Drunk people are not heroes; People who are not drunk are not heroes.
Pick a ray of warm sun, pick a clear spring and row a canoe. Life is like a durable book. Read it carefully, lest you miss the wonderful chapter. Unless you turn to the end, you will never know the wonderful ending.
Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw. Flowers and grass, graceful bamboo, euphemistic warblers. Life is like a play, everyone is the protagonist of this play, laughing and scolding, being happy and sad. It's really "it's true when it's fake, it's true when it's fake, and nothing can be done."
The tacit understanding of the soul is a bosom friend, and the perfect melody is fate; Fighting for the front is relative to the opponent, and the survival of the fittest is competition. Life is a chess game, and life is an opponent who can't give up easily. I am also among them, learning experience and improving myself.
Good wine gives people excitement and happiness for a period of time, but her fragrance is only romantic, but it is not eternal; This is life. Coffee brings endless bitterness and brings eternal memories inadvertently; This is a reality that breeds in the heart. This is life. Excessive reality, life becomes dull and boring; Too much romance makes life illusory. Life is an organic combination of the two: wine? Coffee.
Life will face all kinds of problems: survival, thinking, spiritual transcendence and breakthrough creation. Einstein dared to challenge and gained happiness and satisfaction in the process of exploring the unknown; Chen Zude, the national player of Weiqi, knows how to transcend spiritually. He said modestly, "I am a student", and he pursued the true meaning of life endlessly.
Life will ask all kinds of questions: the meaning of existence, the meaning of love, the meaning of suffering, the meaning of transcendence ... Mr. Lin Zexu's motto: tolerance is great, and perseverance is just. His great achievements, such as resolutely burning opium of British businessmen, are the highest expression of patriotism; Hawking turned suffering into a gift in another sense, manipulating cosmic life in a closed wheelchair.
Life will face various choices: the choice of lifestyle, the choice of source, and the choice of life state. It is Zhuge Liang's accomplishment: "If you are not indifferent, you will be unclear, and if you are not quiet, you will be far away"; It is Liu Yuxi's "I am humble, but I am virtuous and sincere". It is Fan Zhongyan's benevolence of "not being happy with things, not being sad for himself"; It is the free and easy elegance of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"
The trickle moistens the dry soul, and the mountain nurtures your noble life.
Life is like a shuttle, everything is like water.