I hope that people will live long and thousands of miles *** Chanjuan's composition (6 articles)
In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use composition. Composition is what people think Speech activities that convey expressions in written form. Below are the essays (6 articles) on Chanjuan, which I have carefully compiled and I hope it will be helpful to everyone. I hope that people will live long and thousands of miles *** Chanjuan's essay 1
"Mid-Autumn Festival" is originally a day of family reunion and joy and celebration, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a hidden pain in my heart. The sadness of "The lonely lamp cannot be seen and I am heartbroken, I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh".
I think of last year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, when our whole family spent it in my grandpa’s ward. A week later, the person who loved me the most—my grandpa—passed away like this. How could I accept his passing? What about the facts? How I wish I could paint beautiful pictures with my grandpa again; How I wish I could conquer the Mathematical Olympiad problems again with my grandpa; How I wish I could go to the park and play games with my grandpa again We have left our happy footprints in the suburbs and playgrounds; I want to see my grandpa’s tall and familiar figure again after school; I want to go home and eat the delicacies my grandpa carefully cooked for me again; I want to think more...
In the year since my grandfather passed away, I finally know what "this feeling can only be remembered as a memory, but it was already lost at that time"; I finally know what "eternity and eternity will eventually end, this hatred will last forever" "There is no end"; I finally know what "there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only frown, but it is in my heart". How can I bear the inevitable cruelty in life? "Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road. Scattered and driven by the wind, this is not the body." Birth, old age, illness and death, gathering, separation and separation are the natural laws of human beings . Perhaps at this moment, only tears can calm my mood. Only tears can alleviate the fear of death and separation in my heart. Only tears can make me accept the inevitable cruelty in life.
"There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times." Today, I am a sixth grade student in elementary school. In nine months, I will say goodbye to my amiable teachers; I will say goodbye to the classmates who I have been with day and night; and I will say goodbye to the Qingqing Campus that I am familiar with. Just because I know the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs, I cherish the nine months we spent together even more. I hope to leave the best memories in our lives with my teachers and classmates. In this way, even in the days of separation, we will remember that "we know each other no matter how far away we are, but we are still neighbors thousands of miles away"; we will also think of "there are close friends in the sea, and we are neighbors even if we are far apart".
Let me cherish our fate with each other, and let me cherish the days when we get together. Because I know that "the prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. You should be encouraged in time, and time waits for no one." Tomorrow, whether you are in a foreign country or in a different place, I will think of the time you spent with me, and I will cherish the years we have spent together. No matter whether I am at the end of the world or at the end of the world, every Mid-Autumn Festival, I will sincerely wish my dear classmates and my respected teachers - "May you live forever and travel thousands of miles away."
I hope people will live long and thousands of miles *** Chanjuan's composition 2
Mid-Autumn Festival is an eternal topic.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the noisy city was tired, the clutter finally stopped. The last ray of sunset has passed, and the protagonist on the sky stage is about to appear. As night falls, the city becomes quiet. The innocent girl-like full moon slowly climbed up the branches. She is flawless and beautiful.
From a distance, it looks like a round jade plate with stars and night as the background. When the night becomes quiet, it becomes the protagonist of the entire sky, exuding its own unique light, soft and bright. It is not as bright and fiery as the sun, nor is it as restrained and subtle as the stars. It is not that intense. Its light is gentle and quiet, not ostentatious or timid.
There are many myths and legends about the moon. For example, Chang'e flew to the moon. This story is almost universally known. I looked at the round moon in the sky and couldn't help but think of this legend. In a daze, I seemed to be in a dream. I seem to have seen Chang'e dancing in the moon palace, the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine, and Wu Gang holding out osmanthus wine. At this time, I want to turn into a colorful cloud, surrounding the moon, giving the soft moonlight a mysterious color.
The moon is full on this day. But relatives may not be reunited. Since ancient times, many literati have used the moon to send expressions and express their thoughts. Therefore, the moon has become the spokesperson of joys and sorrows in the world. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I burn incense and worship the moon, looking at the moon and thinking that my family members far away are also staring at the same moon. It seems that the moon can be a medium to convey our thoughts. The round moon is used to represent the inner pain, and the waxing and waning of the moon is used to express the joys and sorrows of the world... At this time, the moon seems to understand the joys and sorrows of the world, and becomes sentimental and meaningful. Therefore, from ancient times to the present, most literati, whether Su Shi or Ai Qing, have written about the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. For example, Su Dongpo's unprecedented and unprecedented poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with wine... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It's difficult to say this in ancient times... There is also Ai Qing's "My Missing is Round" "Reunion of people is happy, flesh and blood" Being separated is painful. Those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky, who can swallow the mooncakes?" In various poems, most poets express their longing and love for their hometown, relatives and motherland.
On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, I look up at the bright moon and sigh to myself.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to do in ancient times...
I hope that people will live long and live thousands of miles away.
I hope that people will live thousands of miles long *** Chanjuan's essay 3
Looking at the gray night sky, there is no moon, and my heart is like this gray night sky. stuffy. Rain comes quietly.
Her name is Qin. When I was very young, she and I were neighbors. Although she was already in sixth grade at the time, she seemed to have no burden of homework. We casually spent time on the field paths and ponds where tadpoles swam, spreading laughter everywhere. Her smile is like the spring breeze in February, very sweet and natural.
We are five years apart, but we can always play together. In my memory, she always wears a clean school uniform, a refreshing ponytail tied high, and her big eyes are as clear and bright as the sun setting on the lake.
I still can’t forget the rainy day when I met her. It was just a drizzle at first, but then the rain seemed to lose its temper and became heavier and heavier. The sound of rain making me worry, how can I get home...
"Can't you go home?" A sweet voice came from beside me. I followed the sound and saw a girl who was much taller than me appeared in front of me. I nodded blankly. "Come in." She smiled, like an angel who strayed into the mortal world. I hesitated, my mother often said that there are many bad people out there, but the angel sister with such a sweet voice could not be a bad person... I continued to think, but my body involuntarily stepped into the umbrella. She said her name was Qin.
Later I found out that she was my neighbor. She smiled as she watched me enter the house. The dim light in front of the door shone on her body, and a large part of her clothes was obviously soaked. The small umbrella protected me from the wind and rain, and my gratitude for a moment turned into tears, dripping on the wet ground, hanging on my wet face, melting with the water, and disappearing...
I went back to my hometown a few days ago and met Qin. She came out of a beauty salon with heavy makeup on her face, tattooed eyebrows, and bright lip gloss on her lips. His hand was on a man who looked like a gangster. I was shocked... Where had the innocent and lovely Qin gone? If it weren't for her eyes, I wouldn't have recognized her... Sister Qin, you are only 18 years old. You are in your senior year of high school. How could you be like this? Destroyed, do you want to be so destroyed...
She obviously saw me, just glanced at me, smiled and walked away holding the man's hand. Just passing each other... My life and hers are like two straight lines, and after they intersect, they go further and further apart.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although there is no bright moonlight, I still let the continuous autumn rain take away my blessings and my thoughts.
I hope that people will live long and thousands of miles *** Chanjuan's composition 4
On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, our class held a lively Mid-Autumn Festival party. Although the weather was not good and it was drizzling outside, we were still extremely excited and excited with the company of our teachers and parents.
"I hope that people will live forever, thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon." With the sound of this opening slogan, our party kicked off! The first was the "Autumn Song" session of collective recitation of poetry. "Mountain Travel", "Autumn Evening", "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge"... these familiar poems bring us into the artistic conception of autumn.
What I am most looking forward to and unforgettable about is the second "Moon Appreciation" - the talent show, because I applied to perform a Xinjiang dance. The students’ performances were all exciting: there were handsome and soulful guitar playing and singing, magical and interesting magic performances, and low and melodious cello performances... The eighth program was finally my turn! I walked onto the stage confidently and showed my confidence. With a confident and happy smile, she danced to the rhythmic music. When I danced to the classic Xinjiang dance move "neck twisting", everyone burst into warm applause. The applause and the drum beats in the music helped me beat the rhythm, making me dance more energetically!
One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage. In fact, in order to perform this show well, I have worked several night jobs in a row. Every time I practice, I sweat profusely and don’t want to rest, because my mother says that children who work hard are the most beautiful.
Every step of the following "looking at the moon, singing about the moon, and appreciating the moon" made us extremely happy. The party is coming to an end, and everyone is still satisfied, and everyone's face is filled with a happy smile. This is really an unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival party!
I hope that people will live long and thousands of miles *** Chanjuan's essay 5
The soul is a simple and mysterious exploration house. There you can find an all-encompassing world, a taste of memories, a mystery of imagination and a mood. Therefore, wherever you go, your heart will follow you; if you lose something, your heart will also become depressed along with it. I think it is a unique and precious thing given to us by God, which we should treasure for the rest of our lives.
"People have their joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes." Yes, there is no such thing as a banquet in the world! There are so many passers-by in my life, how can I do anything about it? At that time, no matter how sincere the heart was, no matter how real the dream was, it could not overcome the sadness of separation. I wiped away my tears again and looked before my eyes. Everything seemed like flowing water. While it was flowing, I enjoyed the scenery and listened to the sound of the flowing water. Although the mood was clear, once the water dried up, I could no longer do whatever I wanted easily.
My good friend, I can’t bear to leave you! Why do you want to leave? How do you break up the strong friendship we finally established? This semester, a new classmate came. I like her very much and appreciate her. , she smiles like an apple. We got along very well, and she told me any difficulties she had. I was very lonely, so it was great that she could talk to me about my concerns. I was happy. "Haha..." But how long can such a smile last? Before I have time to cherish it, it will leave me. Because she is sick, so... this damn disease, you murderer of a thousand cuts. Sigh...
I was crying like a ghost. Another incident that made me even more sad suddenly happened. People I hated appeared in front of me all the time, but the people I liked always left. One after another, things that made me even more sad suddenly happened. People I hate always appear in front of me, but people I like always take good things for themselves and give bad things to me "generously and decently" - my favorite sister is gone again, After hearing the news, I suddenly felt that my mind went blank, I had lost my direction, and it seemed that no one could save me. Growing up, my sister and I played best. I would tell her what I was worried about. I understood her and she understood me better. We became the most familiar relatives who talked about everything. Even though I am in junior high school and only come back once a week, I see my sister's beauty and cuteness every week when I come back. She is really beautiful, and I love her deeply, but there are some people and things that I have to be able to say "love". I couldn't bear it, this simple yet complicated feeling made me shed tears. It may be a feeling that comes from the heart and is irresistible.
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I hope people will live thousands of miles long*** Chanjuan's essay 6
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the scorching sun at noon is still emitting the majesty of summer. The heat is a bit like the roar of a tiger. What remains behind the forest is both a relief and a little scary. Autumn is not like autumn. Since it is already the Mid-Autumn Festival, it should be a bit desolate with the wind and cold. Under the full moon, with the falling yellow and the fragrance of osmanthus, everyone gathers to point their lamps towards the bright moon, so that they can have the elegance of admiring the moon and the charm of the autumn festival. This Mid-Autumn Festival is really unsatisfactory.
Suddenly I remembered Du Fu's poem "The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown." The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival always makes those who are far away from home feel a strong sense of homesickness, as if seeing the full moon is like seeing everything in their hometown. And all of this is so specific and clear: golden rice fields, green low mountains, mirror-like small lakes, and moss-covered stone walls... Every wanderer will have a bright, quiet and bright "Hometown Moon". ", Ji Xianlin's "Hometown Moon" is the ordinary little moon in Weikeng, his hometown. That kind of ordinaryness is wrapped up in the simplicity and innocence of childhood, and it freezes a small and fresh moonlit world into an eternal picture. My "hometown moon" is the crystal clear and bright full moon on the lotus leaves in the fields when I was a child. To this day, I can never see such a full moon again.
The Mid-Autumn Moon is a kind of waiting and expectation. The Mid-Autumn Festival is supposed to be a time for family reunions. In recent years, the Mid-Autumn Festival has been spent in other places, and this Mid-Autumn Festival is no different. Thinking about my newlywed wife, this is the first Mid-Autumn Festival after marriage, but we are far apart and unable to spend time together, which really makes me feel regretful. We can only express the warmth and sweetness of this distance through Su Dongpo's poems: People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to do in ancient times. I wish you a long life and a happy life for thousands of miles!
The end of Su Shi’s popular song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" is written to his younger brother Su Che, based on the fact that sibling affection can inspire his richness. The thoughts and feelings are really valuable. It can be imagined that a person missing his brother seems so tender and sentimental, and it makes people feel sad. Su Shi and Su Che should also be one of the best examples of deep brotherhood in Chinese history. They played together since childhood, grew up together, studied together, went to Beijing to take exams together, served as officials in the court together, and were among the Eight Great Men of the Tang and Song Dynasties. one. It should be said that they witnessed the glory of each other's youth, and they understood each other's thoughts better than anyone else. During that high-spirited era, they accompanied each other, learned from each other, and encouraged each other, so that they became outstanding young people of that era at the same time.
Due to the appointment of the imperial court, they separated from each other. Separation can be a poem, a glass of wine, or a bunch of willow branches beside the Overlord Bridge. And their separation has a lot of emotions and melancholy that go beyond the heavy hugs and cherished goodbyes. Their separation undoubtedly poured into each other endless care and longing. After separation, there will be time to get together, but the subsequent separation and reunification made them more worried about each other's fate. Unfortunately, they fell into the whirlpool of officialdom. Political strife and secret infighting in official circles have made them unable to achieve their goals.
Su Shi's reputation was too loud in that era. "Everything beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind." A pair of jealous eyes were always collecting his "unruly behavior", and the evidence did make him suffer again and again. The pain of a relegation.
Perhaps in order to avoid those piercing eyes and hateful faces, he came to Mizhou, a place far away from the capital. But his younger brother Ziyou was far away from him, and they couldn't see each other for seven years. It was another Mid-Autumn Festival night, and a group of people gathered around him, either friends or followers who admired his reputation. The gathering was supposed to be filled with light, laughter, drinking and composing poems. When the wine was in full swing, Su Dongpo suddenly turned around and raised his glass to the bright moon. There are too many emotions and melancholy: helplessness, anger, disdain, longing... Many emotions galloped and wandered between the heaven and the earth, and finally concentrated on the full moon. At that moment, he could transform into an immortal and enter his world, or he could look down at others and sigh, "It's too cold at high places." But after sighing, his eyes lit up and his heart was startled: In a distant place, there was a brother who was He who is also a close friend should also be watching the full moon and missing his brother. At that moment, there was no long distance between them, and there was no regret of forgetting each other, because the same moonlight illuminated the same thoughts scattered among the layers of mountains and rivers. A glass of wine and a sigh turn into the same hope across the vast distance. The bright head asks about the moon, dispelling the endless thoughts of countless days and nights with a kind of transcendent hope. It doesn't matter if it lasts forever, just because it once existed.
Su Shi’s mood when admiring the moon was complicated, so complicated that it was ethereal and void, going up to the sky and down to the earth, and twists and turns. The ups and downs of fate, the difficulties of the current situation, the hardships of the road ahead, and the worries of the moment all suddenly burst out gorgeously under the full moon. But how many people in this world understand his heart? His close friend is far away, and what he misses is also far away. The full moon carries longings, conveys longings in the distance, and connects longings.
The bright moon, the most common object in the universe, carries so many human emotions, and the sorrow it embodies illuminates the history of Chinese literature. "Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to miss your hometown." Li Bai's bright moon is full of nostalgia. "The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment." Zhang Jiuling's bright moon is a kind of beautiful expectation from the end of the world. "Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks at it, I wonder who is missing in the autumn mood?" Wang Jian's bright moon is so graceful and confusing, and longing for me. "Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar every year." Zhang Ruoxu's Bright Moon taps into the shortness of life, and also yearns for the pursuit and love of life. ...
I also often explore the feelings of the ancients. For example, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, admiring the moon should also have some ancient feelings. "Today's people cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancients." Not long ago, I saw a news report saying that a certain TV station was selecting the best place to enjoy the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival. In my opinion, such activities are boring and uninteresting, and it does not rule out the suspicion that they are advertising the selected attractions. The essence of moon appreciation is to look at the full moon. There is only one full moon in the world. What you appreciate when you look at the moon is your state of mind. The full moon will be different depending on your state of mind. The state of mind can make the full moon rounder or not round. There are a thousand bright moons in the eyes of a thousand people. The mood of admiring the moon has nothing to do with the scenery under the moon, but the accumulated thoughts and feelings in the heart. Do we have to flock to those scenic spots to admire the moon? Maybe we have lost our original state of mind in the bustling crowd and have to turn around and leave, but we still complain about the manic excitement and noise. The full moon is not round!
I just received a Mid-Autumn Festival greeting text message from a former colleague in the afternoon, and it seemed that I was suddenly transported back to the scene of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival with them. Time goes by, the full moon changes one round after another, where is this evening? I turned over and over and couldn't think of a suitable reply, so I thought of Su Shi's poem - I hope that people will live long and live thousands of miles *** moon.