On the second day of the moonlit night, the composition 1 was full of stars, flashing and yellowish thick slurry, which merged into a disk, as soft as a mother.
The night sky is exceptionally clear, without a cloud. The wind quieted down a little, and Na Yue trembled slightly.
Before the willow shoots, the branches were stiff, and a few barely born leaves were sealed by cold springs, standing quietly like sculptures and singing with the breeze.
Under the orange light, the basketball court at night is more lively than during the day, and the same orange ball jumps back and forth in the air filled with light snow.
There is no study and examination, no status and power, only the enthusiasm, dreams, yearning and longing released by the blooming flower of youth.
The joy after shooting, accompanied by melodious singing, with excitement and surprise, is in the cool moonlight, and then in the quiet night.
The night is always cold, and the sad girl walks alone, thinking a lot, thinking of her former classmates, and her heart is full of melancholy, and Diane's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled.
Night is always exciting. Passionate boys gallop on the court, lose, win, and the friendship between boys that girls don't understand, and then show it on their energetic faces without hesitation.
Nights are always romantic. Several girls get together and talk about their future. Constellation, blood type, mysterious breath overflow the playground.
The night is always monotonous. I lift the quilt and fall into a deep sleep, sometimes whispering a few words like a dream. No matter how I sleep, I am really not sleepy at all.
It is always quiet at night. Quiet, occasionally there are a few sad meows. Disappear in an instant and restore the realm of silence.
Nights are always crazy. During the festival, the whole family enjoyed a good night, singing and dancing, and it was very lively. People are like beasts who have escaped from the cage. During this night, they put aside all other thoughts and have fun crazily, regardless of anything.
Night is a girl, shy, lonely, proud and quiet, smiling and enjoying the unique scenery; At night, an old man painted this beautiful scenery with a lonely, quiet, literary and mysterious smile; Night is a child, curious, naughty, progressive, exaggerated smile, pieced together a picture of life.
At night, there is a kind of lemon sour, a kind of strawberry sweet, a kind of coptis bitter, a kind of mountain pepper spicy. Thousands of flavors, gathered in one place, deeply rooted in people's hearts, sealed as eternal memories.
On cloudy days, the cold wind is long and the campus is inactive. Without the reflection of the stars on the moon, I always feel empty. The warm dormitory is full of laughter, white lights and rose curtains, which highlight the elegance of the night.
Someone asked, are the stars and night ornaments? Of course not. The thoughts of the night are all-inclusive, whether the stars or the moon, they are all companions of the night. There is no distinction between nobility and inferiority, and there is no theory of master and servant.
In a blink of an eye, the evening goods came again. Put down the pen and go outside to really touch it and feel its mysterious charm. ...
Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly remembered home; People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. In the chanting of the world, the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is mixed with sorrow and joy, has returned to the world.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I went to my father's house by bus, in Xinzhou Power Plant surrounded by mountains. In the evening, after dinner, I sat in the street and waited excitedly for the moon to appear. That afternoon, the weather was a little bad At night, the night sky is like a swan's feather dome. I see a half-bright and half-dark moon looming in the sky, emitting bright light and hanging quietly in the air. She is like a dignified and virtuous woman, sitting firmly on the canopy, and like a delicate and charming girl dancing in white gauze and singing in the sky; Like a shy girl, lying in the clouds, secretly looking at the world, afraid of being seen by others, the bravest one secretly reveals both sides, and the charming and elegant light is intoxicating.
The night is getting deeper and the moon is still beautiful. I stared at it carefully, as if there was a laurel tree, and I couldn't help wondering whether there was a beautiful person under that tree, holding the lovely jade rabbit and staring at her favorite person in a brightly lit world. Would she cry alone at night?
Thoughts drift gently with the evening breeze, and there is no wind whistling in my ears. The sound of fireworks seems to have disappeared, and there are only large tracts of the moon in my eyes. My impetuous heart gradually calmed down in her quiet and soft moonlight. Oh? The moon seems to be smiling, as quiet as a mother's arms, but it makes people attached.
Sitting in the street, he saw the endless sky, opened his eyes and looked at the outside world. She looks as delicious as a piece of white cheese. Otherwise, how can the greedy wolf be hungry?
Literary poets express their homesickness by describing the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion night and a time for family reunion, not far from Wan Li. "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home" …
The moon sheds water-like nights and stars, telling beautiful myths, and I sink into sweet fantasies. ...
When night comes, it's time to take over.
The moon has not yet risen. In the hazy sky, a few stars looked at the sky alone, emitting bleak white light and reflecting the faint light of moonlight. The sky is gloomy, and the faint clouds are breathing the fog, filling the starry sky and romanticizing the moonlight night.
There is no wind, it seems that the night is much quieter, as if everything is to create an atmosphere and weave romance. After all, such a night is not common in winter in the north. On the moonlit night, the stars surround the moon, and the moonlight is attached to the silky clouds. The night sky is like a shower, dotted with several stars, like a gentle woman flashing spoony eyes and looking back at the earth.
Even if the night is heavy, it will not affect all this at all. It is as still as water and as indifferent as heart.
Love such a night, such a moonlight, simply turn off the lights and cover the motorcycle in the boundless night. Looking at the slowly rising moonlight, it is actually like the girl who lost her layers of shyness and shed her veil. She began to come out in a long-awaited way, radiant, shining and fragrant. What's more, Misty seems to know the appointment time with the starry night, and leaves with interest and some reluctance.
When the moonlight rises, the starry sky is not as dark as before. The bright moonlight is not bound, releasing the light incisively and vividly. After breathing the breath of grass in the moonlight, the trees began to be active and smiled frequently, as if to repay the infinite tenderness of the moonlight.
Inadvertently, the night has been completely opened, and the moon has stepped onto the big stage of the sky with a charming smile. She scattered gentle light on the earth, mountains and rivers, fields, tall buildings, alleys, big trees and grass ... Under the touch of moonlight, everything on the earth seemed like a baby, lying meekly in a big cradle, changing the hustle and bustle of the day and becoming extraordinarily quiet.
Under the traction of moonlight, I closed the door, walked down the stairs and came to the yard of the community. The moonlight shone on the ground like frost. The breeze blew, and the shadows in the ground danced beautifully. Under the comfort of various colors in the flower bed, the fragrance is fully released, and the air is filled with intoxicating sweetness. On the bamboo chair beside the flower bed, several people are enjoying the cool air and talking softly, as if afraid to disturb others' good dreams.
I came to the small lotus pond on the right side of the flower bed and walked slowly up the stone bridge. Standing on the bridge, looking up, the moon was singing a lullaby while dancing, and several little stars blinked their lazy eyelids and fell asleep. The surrounding buildings are strewn at random, and the lights come out from the windows, scattered on the water, shining and beating. The shadows of the moon and stars are dancing on the water, too. They look golden. Not far away, there are several delicate and charming lotus flowers, some like graceful girls, some like charming young women, and some like graceful dancers. They look charming in gauze clothes woven by moonlight. I smell the fragrance of lotus and feel refreshed.
Out of the community gate, came to the street. Moonlight jumps on the street trees, flashing fuzzy spots like elves. Colorful neon lights on both sides of the street light up, as if it were a beautiful Tianhe, which makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Occasionally, one or two cars pass by, just flashing lights and not taking away a cloud.
Seeing that the moon has gone west, I can't bear to go home. I was lying in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I just got up, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and let the beautiful moonlight flow happily in the nib.
On the fifth night of the second day of the moonlit night, it was just dark, and the thick fog spread layer by layer, edifying a calm and peaceful night, and the white fog was dyed golden yellow under the soft moonlight and street lamps. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a "moonlight song", which is tactfully bleak, deep and beautiful, and the jumping notes seem to jump out in the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is gone, fireflies are burning, and candlelight is burning. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The dancing melody explains the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like that beautiful moonlight song.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and soft, 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.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people!
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.
Unconsciously, I have come to the gate of the garden and followed Koji in the garden to a pond. The pond is very small, and the fish that are usually alive and kicking are now quietly staying there. Probably asleep. In the middle of the pond is a rock, which is more interesting and beautiful under the washing of moonlight. A gust of wind blew, making a shallow wave mark on the calm pool water. The pool water overflowed slightly, kissing the rocks and making a faint metal friction sound, which made it look particularly light and leisurely in the quiet night.
Beside the path, big chrysanthemums were bathed in moonlight, showing a pleasant smile.
Unconsciously, I have been intoxicated by the picturesque mountain, and my consciousness is gradually blurred. The whole body and mind are constantly stretching, just like crossing the vast universe. ...
Sunset hasn't set yet. He is still waiting, waiting for the night after sunset. I don't know how long it took, but the sun disappeared. Maybe he is too optimistic. He felt as if he had been waiting for a year. God, it's getting dark. He walked along a winding path and walked in the moonlight.
The water droplets splashed on the lotus leaves during the day slipped into the pond again. The sparkling water, budding lotus flowers, jumping fish, and the moon paint a lotus pond moonlight. Such a beautiful scenery is rare in the world. He walked through here without looking back or even squinting his eyes. He knew he couldn't stay because he had to fulfill the agreement, which had gone through thousands of years.
He saw the tree from a distance. Knowing he was coming, he ran all the way. Here we are. At this moment, time seems to stand still. He stopped moving, but his mouth kept laughing. Walking on a meadow, he sat down. Look around, looking for the feeling before. Look up at the moon and dig up the memories of the past.
Flying fireflies turn into small lanterns in the grass, illuminating places where the moonlight can't shine. He improvised a song "Mink Head", and his voice did not exceed the cricket's cry. It took him a long time to stop. Perhaps tired, he lay down, looked at the Milky Way, and connected the stars into beautiful patterns with his hands. Suddenly a meteor flashed by, and he closed his eyes and made a beautiful wish.
Waiting is because of commitment, and unchanging is because of firm belief. He didn't break his word after all. Waiting for the sunset, I never stayed in the picturesque moonlight of the lotus pond. The breeze brushed his homesickness and buried it between heaven and earth again.
I don't know when the moon hid in the clouds. He got up and set foot on the starlight road home.
It was dark, and a golden boat slowly rose from the distant sky. I sat quietly in the small garden under the night and looked at the eyebrows of the golden sky.
Look! This new moon is embedded in the night like a ripe banana! So pure, so bright, it is like a shy little girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, only showing a pair of frightened big eyes; A moment later, he became bold, lifted the veil-like fog and revealed that beautiful and lovely face; Later, I played hide-and-seek with my brothers and sisters ... Look, a group of stars blinked, as if laughing at the moon! The moon may be a little angry. She pursed her mouth, turned around and got into the thick clouds again ... I was fascinated by it and accidentally lay on the lawn, so that I could "see the whole situation" and enjoy the moon better. The moon finally talked about her little head again and looked around anxiously. Finally, she was relieved and jumped out of the clouds. She is so bright that everything on the earth is bright, and everything in the world seems to be inlaid with a layer of mercury, which is wonderful. Late autumn night, breezy, the moon may also be afraid that her delicate skin will be blown apart! Still wrapped in a thick white cloud coat, it looks very playful.
Night, deeper, the moon seems a little sleepy, she yawned, lying in the clouds, as if to take a nap! I yawned too, stood up and walked home. ...........
Looking at the sky, it seems to be dark, and it seems to have forgotten something …
I vaguely remember that day a few years ago. ...
The stars are shining, and that night seems to be called night. There was silence and darkness around, there was no movement, only a lonely village with insects singing.
The night at that time was so quiet and harmonious.
With the continuous development of science and technology, it has brought great changes to this night. ...
Here, it is no longer that small village, but modern buildings. The original doorway has stepped on the muddy path thousands of times, but it no longer exists. ...
That field seems to be scattered, so lonely and desolate, just standing there, as if the rain can't wash away the deep tears-then it will no longer be concerned and become a desolate wasteland. ...
It seems that these lamps have become the masters of the night. ...
The street lamp of tens of meters, hanging in the sky, is so bright, but it shines with unparalleled mechanical light, but it is so sad-the stars are no longer bright. ...
Cars coming and going seem to be polluted, and it seems that this thick smoke will no longer be round in this bright night-month.
The beautiful starry sky seems to have disappeared. ...
That lamp, that flowing car, seems to have been replaced forever.
Insect songs also disappeared, replaced by a very annoying whistle. ...
I long for and miss the starry sky, the moonlit night that once shone. ...
On the full moon night in September, I sat in the yard watching the moon after eating moon cakes.
Dad came over and said, "This bright moon has created many immortal, sad and touching body language stories, and also made many poets feel sad." I think so, too. Then my father said, "Until I raise my glass, I ask Mingyue to drink three cups." So, I think this is a poem about homesickness, and I will. Maybe my father wants to look me in the eye, so I will not hesitate to say a homesick poem, "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home."
Stunned by his father, he thought for more than ten minutes before remembering a homesick poem: "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! "It's my turn. Suddenly, Little Tiger Tus ran up and said, "Me too." Wearing green clothes, croaking! "I smiled and said to my little tiger tooth sister," This is not a homesick poem, but a riddle. Let me ask you a question, see if you know the five kinds of beings, each of which is flexible and has its own functions. Guess what this is? " Little tiger tooth sister said, "it's a finger, right." I said to Sister Huya, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. This is homesick poetry. "
Then she ran out, and my father and I started our homesick poetry competition again. I added, "Who has seen the moon by the river?" When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? "This really stumped my father, so I suggested that this was Li Shangyin's homesick poem. My father seemed to understand at once. He blurted out, "The lack of emptiness and melancholy at birth may not mean that there is love in the garden. "We finished our ideological and poetic competition.
This is really an unforgettable full moon night. I will continue to accumulate more poems than my father. I hope I can accumulate more poems than my father in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, and then compare my father's poems.