He is more sensible and filial than me, and he can be moved to tears for a little thing. During the summer vacation, I went back to the countryside, and Joan and I were always inseparable. I just like listening to Joan tell me what touched his heart.
These two days, Joan's parents are always quarreling. I don't know why, but Joan can't persuade them. Last night she was clamoring for a divorce. Joan felt very uncomfortable, especially not the taste. She quietly walked out of the house amid the noise of her parents.
It is evening outside, the sun is crowded away, and the moon is high in the sky, giving off cold light. He went to the canteen and wanted to sit there. I didn't expect an old lady, the owner of the canteen, to serve a dish of side dishes. When my friend saw it, he quickly said, "I ... I don't have any money, I just ... I just want to come and sit down!" " The old woman smiled and said, "I didn't ask you to give money. It's cold. Please eat something to warm yourself up, and don't go back to freeze you ... "The old woman got up and sat in the room. Her friend picked up the chopsticks on the plate and sent a piece of food to her mouth. It smells good. I have never eaten such delicious food. When eating, my friend's tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped on the dishes. "pa"
The night is so quiet, I can hear tear drops's voice, and I know it's moved tears. It was just evening when my friend finished speaking. The moonlight was cold, but my heart was warm. A stranger touched me in the moonlight, and the name Guanfu Huang Dai was damaged by copper.
Second, in the country, my home is not far from Joan's. It can be said that we are already very close. When I stand on the stone steps, I can see Joan's home. Joan just left my house. I stood on the stone steps and looked around. When Joan came home, his mother was on her way, waving to him from a distance. Rural women's voices are always loud. I could hear her mother's voice standing on the steps: "Hello! Joan. Where have you been? I've been waiting for you here for a long time. The meal is ready, just waiting for you to eat! Hurry up, the meal will get cold later! " Eating in the countryside is always late, and dinner will probably be at seven or eight o'clock! By this time, it was already a little dark, and the moon inadvertently climbed up the branch.
I think my friend's meal must be delicious, and my friend must sleep soundly tonight, because my friend was moved by my mother. I raised my mouth and gave a knowing smile. The moonlight is still so cold, but my heart is warm. The watch at the intersection touched me in the moonlight.
Moved by love, I came and went in a hurry. When you turn around, she's gone. Moved by love, I came and went in a hurry. When you are confused and hesitant, she is waiting for you. In the moonlight, I held out five fingers, but I held them tightly-touched and watched by strangers, and I had firmly grasped happiness.
2. Write a composition imitating the ninth paragraph of Moonlight Song. I seem to see the stars shining brightly and the wind blowing gently. The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black. The stars in the sky, large and small, are flickering and shining on the earth. Thick fog permeates layer by layer, edifying a calm and peaceful night, and the white fog is dyed golden under the soft moonlight and street lamps.
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. At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The light of the moon fell on the branches, leaving mottled shadows, and sporadic light hung 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! Under the moon, the sea is quiet, just like a mirror, with a few white sails. On this watery sea, like a few white feathers, floating gently and leisurely, many ships with white sails are rippling.
Suddenly, white waves fell from the sky, and silvery white waves pushed and chased, approaching from far and near, getting closer and closer, getting higher and louder, just like a thunderous noise, thousands of Ma Benteng came. The sound of Tao banging on rocks and beaches is endless.
The water spray is almost like a white line, rushing from a distance, slamming on the shore, making a rhythmic splash, then bubbling and disappearing between the sand and stones. The flowers will catch up as soon as they drain behind! The waves came to the shore one after another, and some rose like rolling hills; Some hit the rocks by the sea, splashing waves several meters high, and making a wonderful sound of "wow, wow, wow". I can't help but sigh: life is like a moonlight song! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life.
Life is too short to be like moonlight. 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! Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
3. Write a short article entitled "Fantasy in the Moonlight". Hello, I'm glad to answer your questions. \ (o)/~ I wish you success in your studies. The moon shadow is getting 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. Some people can only miss their dreams because they don't play well, some people go to vocational schools in other places because they have no intention to study, and some people go to distant foreign countries. I think this is not fate, but a gesture of life, there will always be good and bad, but even so, it is more important to see how you carve and create this gesture.
In the moonlight, I was intoxicated, intoxicated in surging thoughts. Memories of songs are echoing. I listen quietly and enjoy it quietly.
In fact, the full moon is not round, and its beauty may be more beautiful because of this lack. We all have regrets and imperfections, but what we need is, like the moon, to wash regrets and imperfections with our gorgeous and gentle light, and let the light surround it and contain it.
That's the most beautiful. No matter where you go, you need this mentality and this gesture.
We are creating our own future, but I hope that at the full moon, everyone can always think of so many pasts, so many beauties and see through the philosophy in the moon. There are too many philosophies in it, but I think, when you understand, you can also bury the flowers in a fragrant bag full of moonlight like me, and let the intoxicating fragrance walk in the air and float away, so that we can enjoy your flowers together forever.
How lovely the moon is tonight, the long west, where is it going? I didn't see it until someone asked, Guangyingdong. -Xin Qiji It's night, and the moonlight is as cool as water. Sitting alone by the window, the dark blue sky is divided into several pieces by the window lattice, and the stars are scattered around the bright first quarter moon. It's beautiful. It's too beautiful to breathe.
Around the moon, wisps of clouds are fluttering gently, like Chang 'e's elegant hair and dancing ribbons. Month, you should know that for thousands of years, literati have loved you deeply and countless feelings have been pinned on you. You can't help but arouse people's infinite reverie ... Throughout the ages, you have been a masterpiece sung by countless literati, a soul-wandering sustenance, a anxious to return bosom friend, and people's thoughts and feelings.
There are lonely "until, raise my cup, I ask the moon", depressed "raise your arm to call the moon", and missing "raise yourself and see, I find it is moonlight". Unconsciously, the moon contains too many good names, subtle, soft and free to float.
Li Bai called the moon "white jade plate" and Su Shi called it "beautiful". Moonlight seems to freeze all emotions in people's hearts. Indeed, since ancient times, there have been many people who sang the moon before and after the flowers: Li Yu's "Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook" sang the inner loneliness of the declining emperor; Su Shi's "When there is a bright moon, ask for wine from heaven" shows his love for brotherhood; Zhang Jiuling's "Moon, now full of sea, Tianya * * * at this time" expresses the wanderer's desire to go home; Zhu Shu's poem "On the moon, at the willow tips, people meet at dusk" has placed a deep blessing on all lovers in the world ... countless poems are surging in my heart.
I stared at the moon. At this time, she is so sad, so proud and despises the joys and sorrows of the world. The moonlight is still like water, the ground is covered with a layer of silver gauze, and the window lattice is plated with a layer of platinum. Magic and beauty coexist in the brain.
Through the deep night sky, I seem to see the cold of the Guanghan Palace take people away, as if I saw the pure beauty of Chang 'e, as if I saw the laurel tree scarred, as if I saw Su Dongpo's affectionate gaze, as if I saw Zhou Youwang shoot the saddest melody and the most desperate elegy with tears in the quiet moonlight ... Whether it's a sentimental complaint or an elf's strange question, you deserve my careful taste and slow thinking. I like the water in the middle of the night, leaning against the window lattice alone, closing my eyes and daydreaming quietly in the cool moonlight like water. ............................................................................................................................................
I walked by the quiet park lake, and the lake reflected the bright figure of the moon, accompanied by flashing light and shadow, and willow branches jumped happily by the lake. Although it is already late autumn, the cool breeze blows from a distance from time to time, but the crystal clear moonlight still has warm ripples in my heart.
Moonlight is like water-she makes me realize life and feel happy. Whenever night falls, I will go and see for myself.
The crescent moon is like a silver boat.
The crescent moon outside the window is like chrysanthemum petals in the blue night sky.
The curved crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, like barracuda, lively and lovely.
The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrows, curving in the pure air.
The moon rose, red and dizzy, just like someone holding up a red lantern from the eastern horizon.
6. The moon has risen, like a newly dehydrated ice tray with a jade wheel.
7. Miss Moon got up, as if talking quietly to the little stars around her.
8. A full moon is rising in Ran Ran, and the silvery moonlight reflects a few feathery clouds, which is very beautiful.
9. The rising moon hangs on the top of the mountain. Although pale as a cloud, it is getting brighter all the time.
10. The moon went out to sea. At the moment of flying, it seems to jump suddenly and be splashed all over by waves, so that the affectionate sea can wash it and make it bright and clean.
1 1. A ray of soft moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the windowsill, as if it were plated with silver.
12. The moonlight hangs down from the window like a silver soft yarn.
13. The moonlight passed through the shade, leaving behind glittering jade.
14. 15 The full moon is like a snowball, embedded in the dark blue night sky, which is particularly bright.
15. Leng Yue hangs high with bare branches blown by cold wind.
16. The moon in early winter, clear and cold, pours ice-like Yin Hui from the west.
Walking in the moonlight 1,,, When I was a child, I simply thought the moonlight was beautiful. Countless night walks seem to feel the gentle comfort of the moon, which makes a little gloomy night walk full of interest because of the moonlight.
Childish hearts are beating happily and briskly in the moonlight, and one fantasy after another about the sun and the moon is quietly blooming in this empty moonlight, and some of them are still fresh in my memory. I believe that fantasy has always been the carrier of the soul because of its simplicity and recklessness, even as transparent and straightforward as moonlight.
I still remember that I just took off my heavy winter clothes and relaxed and happy for a long time on a spring night under the moon. With the disappearance of the last ray of sunshine on the horizon, the spring scenery with new ideas is immersed in the night.
All kinds of lights suddenly blurred into a piece, like blue ink dipped in water-casually spilled ink, thick and unrestrained. Moonlight, like water, permeates the boundary between day and night.
Looking at Kawano, under the mulberry tree, half is light and half is shadow. The wet moonlight clings to the blue light and shadow, which is flowing and bright.
The ground that receives the moonlight is sparkling, like a pool of stagnant water, full of unknowns brewing in the dark. The wind is silent, and the moonlight is silent and restrained.
It is the grass and trees that inhabit and whisper the noise left by the day. However, as the wind went away, this small interference factor disappeared, and there was silence between Liuhe. Whenever I walk in this moonlight, I will feel sorry for my reckless behavior of breaking this tranquility.
However, the splashing moonlight, without a sound, I have already stood in the middle of this pool, soaking up a piece of brilliance. I can only hear my own footsteps "pa da" and "pa da", which disappear and disappear at the moment of production, as if listening to the passage of time.
A game, hidden in the laughter of childhood, is the greatest pleasure of a night trip in spring. Everything seems to be pure blue, which reminds me of a high bunch of ink in the cupboard, but the smell at night is much stronger.
Holding a friend with his left hand, breathing invisible freedom. Night walking won't be boring, because the bright moon shines thousands of miles, everything under it is our curiosity, and everything is covered with unknowable mystery.
So, we began to learn the tone of adults before going to bed and read stories one by one. The moon is a lamp and the night is ink.
As far as moonlight is concerned, it is all paper watermarked with ink. The children look at the puzzles one by one with their own eyes and reveal the mystery of childlike innocence with childish fantasies.
Once we looked up at the sky, and a cloud gently brushed the face of the bright moon. I don't know who is saying, will a cloud suddenly come over, close to us, and you can step on it with a jump? I don't know who is echoing. Will clouds form a ladder, leading to the edge of the sky and finally reaching the moon? I don't know who robbed the topic. Will it be tiring to jump on it? Can the moon rest? If we are not careful, will we hurt the stars and make them cry? A child began to get excited. Will the tears of the stars become meteors across the sky? Clouds must look beautiful. We should quietly take the camera in the drawer and witness this miracle! Another child mused and asked him if he could wear tears together to calm it down and bring it back to earth ... The passage of time under the moon is like footsteps hitting the floor, and the childhood carried by fantasy travels in the moonlight, and the bell under the moon is not as annoying as expected.
Words go with the wind at the moment they are produced, and some are diluted and disappeared in the dark; Some run to the bright moon, with a little dust; Some have flowed into my heart, and unconsciously, they have become long-term memories, and I can't help but think of them at the moment. However, the moonlit night ushered in its next silence.
Your words and deeds are still going on under the moon at that moment, and the ladder to the moon has been regarded as a natural fact, which may be a tacit understanding that only exists in childhood. However, times have changed and the children have gone too far in the moonlight.
Time can't confuse the bright moon, but those days when the bright moon is worried about staying up late, those days when a flower is in full bloom, and those days when Peter Pan and the little prince are looking forward to it, only an outline can be vaguely distinguished at the other end of the distant road. Today, I still walk under the gaze of moonlight.
However, when the moon poems condensed by those sad thoughts gradually became clear in my heart, I was sad to find that those simple and transparent fantasies were getting farther and farther away from me and more and more blurred. The illusion of the birth of the same full moon has many other ideas, and the clear childlike innocence is blurred together. Fortunately, there are curtains hanging across three walls. On such a night, I can still feel the moon quietly crossing an arc on the horizon, connecting day and night, and the past and upcoming time.
With the bright moon as my companion, I no longer need the so-called loneliness. For example, in the clear moonlight, I walked towards the moonlight, but I just hope I don't walk too fast. Let me write down the good things I met as much as possible. Maybe I drank too much wine at noon, maybe I didn't get enough sleep in the afternoon and couldn't sleep in bed at night. I sat up and stood at the window. A bright moon hung in the sky and looked at me quietly. The bright moonlight in the sky enveloped the buildings in my vision.
The moonlight is like water, the night is thick, and the whole earth is sleeping. I don't know if anyone enjoys the beautiful moonlight at the window like me at this time.
On this quiet and romantic night, the soft moonlight is full of poetry and painting, and an impulse urges me to go out and touch the quiet moonlight. The earth looks mysterious and quiet in the thick moonlight, and the hidden noise makes the air cool a lot. There are only a few places with lights on in the windows of the building. Most people who walk in the community in the evening have entered the world of dreams. At this time, I was the only one walking leisurely in the community, walking in the moonlight and drinking the beautiful moonlight alone.
At this time, I have a bright moon, starlight and a quiet community environment. I think I am rich. I have a spiritual world that others don't have, I have a beautiful moonlight that others can't appreciate, and I have this beautiful mood that others don't have.
Walking in the shade of the community, the willow branches are floating in the breeze without any noise, but they gently touch my cheek, like a woman's soft hand, which gives me a kind of * * *. Think about it, I haven't walked in the moonlight for a long time.
6. Walking on the Moon The sixth paragraph imitates the composition "Walking on the Moon". Imitate the example in paragraph 6 (original):
The early autumn has passed, and a golden and scorched earth has appeared in the lush places. The harvest is coming. At the time of harvest, everyone was sweating, but his face was full of smiles. This is the joy of harvest. The grasshopper jumped up, the magpie brought good news, the frog jumped out and croaked. . Delicious food comes from the yard. Is it radish or pumpkin? Or tomatoes? Both. In the moonlight, these delicious vegetables were scattered all over the floor in the vegetable field. The moonlight is faint and peaceful to enjoy. Yes, next to it is another newly harvested field. We planted radishes and rice in this field. I catch frogs in rice fields. I piled firewood, piled and piled, piled so high. Put away the table and sit under the moon. Look, the shadow is dancing. Now that the moon has risen, the yard is like a silver blanket plated by moonlight. Oh, my friend, let's go to the yard! Didn't you say that when the evening comes, everyone will have a long talk in the pavilion in the yard? The bright moonlight shines on us.
7. Composition describing the coolness of the moonlight [de] One summer night, I leaned lazily on the rattan chair, made a pot of "Biluochun", tasted the faint [de] tea fragrance and enjoyed the charming posture of the lotus in the pool. My eyes involuntarily moved to a bright waning moon in the sky.
Moonlight on the ground, shallow [de], faint [de], she didn't have the courage to be competitive. On the contrary, she seems to be above elegance and spotless. The moon is a young girl, graceful in figure, wearing a light cream gown, quietly looking at the earth, I suddenly feel a little cold. However, she challenged the cold of moonlight with her evening song? I suddenly felt this cold [german] mentality. Is the moon staring at me with cold eyes? "But in the middle of the moon, there should be clearer light." "The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already?" ... many poems suddenly came to my mind, and then I looked at the bright moon. She seemed to be veiled, thin [de] but hazy [de], but I clearly felt the faint sadness in the bright moon's brow. Is it homesickness after a long separation? Oh, it must be. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! How can the moon miss home? [Germany]? It is true that the moon is mysterious and quiet, which is the sustenance of many "strangers" who are homesick, but isn't this also a kind of hope? The moon is constantly changing its posture. Over time, it will gradually become a full moon as crystal clear as a jade plate, which will also comfort and satisfy the wanderer's heart. Isn't this broken moon also a bridge to the full moon?
The faint moonlight still shines lightly on the earth. ...
I also clearly feel that I am also a waning moon, far from the moon in the sky, one in the sky and the other on the ground.
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The moonlight shines, in the crowing. ...
One,
I don't know what dragged me to the peak of my life. I don't know what it is ... maybe it's an inexplicable phone call. I looked into my eyes in the dark night sky and saw another miracle in my life, flashing on the road. So I started to shuttle. ...
The more tired I am, the more sad I am. In the endless confusion, I found my own direction. The higher I stand, the less I dare to look down. I stood on a vertical mountain peak and had no choice.
Beyond the mountain, is it the sea? Facing the sea, is it spring? Is it a flower? I don't know, I can only imagine silently that there is my own miracle on the other side of the mountain.
Second,
Find your own direction in the dark, and quietly drop a dewdrop on the petals of life. What is shining in the sky and shining on my lonely heart? What's this ...
Moonlight, I see you, with a slightly drunk light, appearing in the dark blue world, shining on my small chest. I am finally no longer lonely, only because the world has your care. You sing with me at midnight.
Maybe life will be different from now on. ...
Third,
I saw the geese fly far away and disappear quietly in the moonlight. The crow cries like a lonely singer. I reach out and touch your light. It is warm and soft. I smell osmanthus. It turns out that moonlight smells, too.
This is an invisible arrangement. I carved your name in my heart. Moonlight, moonlight, am I on your jade plate?
At least, you walked through my life without even leaving a trace. ...
I have always regarded you as my confidant, in this tired blue.
Fourth,
It is the petals of life that clamor to bloom. I held the flower stand and let her grow in the moonlight. ...