After dinner, I walked alone in the city streets made of reinforced concrete. The city seems to be more lively at night than during the day. The road is crowded and the car horn keeps ringing from time to time. The lights in front of the shops of every household are dim and the streets are crowded with people. After a day's silence, the city suddenly became prosperous, and the explosions of heavy metals were overwhelming, mixed with the laughter of men and women in the past, echoing the cries of vendors and the bargaining of guests, and merged into a noisy city serenade. Noisy streets, crowded people and flashing neon lights prompted me to escape from here. I trotted with my head down until I felt that the street was getting farther and farther away from me. I don't know how long it took before I came to a tall banyan tree, standing on the fallen leaves all over the ground and facing the refreshing wind, I remembered the banyan tree in my hometown, and my thoughts drifted to countless familiar hometown nights.
Night, hazy. The moon climbed into the sky, and the bright moonlight gently wrapped every corner of the village. The banyan trees at the eastern end of the village are always so lively. Whenever night falls, the women in the village always get together with rice bowls on time and come to the dense shade to hold a "gossip meeting". The topics they discuss are always those messy news, such as how many nests cats and dogs have, where the little cats and dogs have grown, etc., or to satisfy their vanity. Well, the flamboyant Aunt Cui is here again. She was surrounded by a group of three aunts and six grandmothers, wriggling her thick lips and starting her long speech again. She said slowly, "sisters, did you see it?" I am wearing a "Jia" version of the jade bracelet. This famous brand is really good material. Unbreakable, unbreakable, really solid. " Gee, you see, that smug look made Aunt Du in Dongjie jealous, curled her lips and blurted out, "Haha, it turned out to be fake." Hearing this, Aunt Cui suddenly flew into a rage. She turned to face Aunt Du, rolled up her sleeves rudely, poked Aunt Du's shoulder with her index finger and shouted angrily, "What did you say? Say it again if you can. " Aunt Du was dissatisfied with Aunt Cui's arrogance and screamed jealously, "What I said is false. What can you do to me?" Passing 18-wheeler, Aunt Cui didn't know when she was licking Aunt Du's hair, and they fought fiercely. Suddenly, with a bang, Aunt Cui's so-called "famous brand" bracelet broke into two pieces and fell to the ground beautifully. A wild dog came out of nowhere and walked around the broken bracelet. Then, with the broken bracelet in his hand, he swaggered away in front of everyone. After a while, a child shouted, "Aunt Cui's broken bracelet." When they saw it, they laughed and left. Soon, the banyan tree was quiet again.
Under the banyan tree at night, it is also an entertainment place for me and my friends. My friends and I often chase and play around the thick trunk, or play house by the stump, or hide in the tree to hide and seek. I remember one night, I played hide-and-seek with my friends under the banyan tree. In order to avoid their search, I climbed up the trunk with my monkey jumping, three times five divided by two. I lay on the trunk and watched my friends move. Looking at them looking for me, I feel a little * * *. However, with the passage of time, bit by bit, I unconsciously fell asleep in the tree. The next day, my family found me and scolded me severely, but what shocked me most was the horrible story told by my grandmother. Words: Many years ago, a tramp had nowhere to sleep. So, he climbed a banyan tree to sleep, and the Millennium snake demon broke out of the tree and ate the tramp in one bite. After listening to grandma's story, I never dare to jump off a tree at night.
The day before yesterday, my hometown called. The uncle on the other end of the phone said that in order to build a new countryside, * * * invested in land reclamation and built a large entertainment venue. Dozens of trees around, no matter how thick, were cut down one by one for land acquisition. After listening to this conversation, I felt a little sad.
Tonight is the full moon, and I am standing under a banyan tree. I looked up at the starry sky and shouted in the direction of my hometown: "Banyan tree in my hometown, are you still there?"
2. Who is the 500-word 1 in Moonlight at Home with how bright! S composition? On a strange autumn night across the river for thousands of years, I don't know the fragrance of osmanthus, ignore alcohol, and just stubbornly sing a poem with a unique taste-"Moonlight at home in how bright!" .
"Simple and clear, easy to understand, but hit the nail on the head, explaining the wonderful Libra between our emotions and cognition. Because of deep love, so paranoid.
This is why the more transparent sunshine in California, the more complete moon on the Rhine River and the more romantic flowing water in Cambridgeshire are out of reach. A bunch of orange lights were on at dusk, and I went to my home. Just because this is a place we are familiar with and love.
The warm and humid air in the southern town, the flowers in Jingjing campus are overflowing, people come and go, deja vu faces, mom's clean clothes, and teachers' strict notes. ..... All this makes us feel gratified and grateful. Even if we go far in the future, we can be full of pride when we think about it in a foreign country-the mountains can be continuous if they are not majestic, and the water can be long if they are not beautiful; Campus can't say how different it is, but it is recognized as beautiful because it passes by every day; Even if the clothes are not brand new, you can feel your unique tenderness and fragrance because of your mother's touch.
I believe that everyone has such a deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep and deep emotional connection, and because of this connection, he indulged his paranoid cognition with smiles and tears. Lao She has been to Paris and lived in London, but she has been talking about Beijing.
Say that people's cities are clumsy and their own cities are solemn; It is said that people's cities are noisy and their own cities have human feelings ... readers will laugh when they read them. "What an obvious regional complex!" However, everyone does not know that the stubborn love and unreasonable criticism of the elderly are all due to the emotional Libra, which has long been deeply inclined to its own growth capital. Therefore, the walls of the old city are beautiful, the people who raise birds and grow flowers are beautiful, and even the rickshaw drivers are so beautiful.
Xiao Gan's best friend has lived in distant America for decades, but he doesn't like American life. He still decorated his yard as if he were in his hometown, and he longed for a jujube pit in his hometown like a child. Because of deep love, so paranoid.
A lot of beauty is not that we can't see it, not that we don't want to praise it, just because it can't arouse the deepest ripples in our hearts. Just like the moon in foreign countries, it is difficult to have a sense of identity, and it is even more difficult to see Li Bai and Du Fu's poems and paintings. And many imperfect and ordinary things are not that we can't see them, just because they are embarrassing in our own lives; I can give up my tie, so I stubbornly love it, with no regrets.
Just as a mother is to an unattractive daughter, so a citizen is to a motherland that is not rich and powerful. The poet's voice "How bright the moonlight is at home!" After thousands of years of frost and night, it reveals our most irrefutable reasons.
So, we smile. Because of deep love, so paranoid.
A full moon slowly climbed up the hillside. The pale shadow of the moon used to be even paler. Looking at the way home, the moon seems to be waiting for the wanderer from afar to go home, leaving only a few rays of residual light shining on the earth and moving slowly.
In a magnificent villa on the outskirts of Taipei, an old general in his seventies and eighties sat on a wide balcony. He has silver hair, tears in his bright eyes and a moon cake in his trembling hand. It seems very heavy, as heavy as the moon. He looked at the moon and muttered something to himself. The rain flower in his heart seemed to be floating, floating across the hillside ahead, across the Golden Gate Islands, across the Strait, and towards the land he dreamed of-the mainland where he was born.
What are all the relatives in my hometown doing? They must be cooking, cooking a lot of dishes. On the altar in front of the main hall, there is an ancestral spirit tablet.
Every year, the villagers in their hometown have to make sacrifices to let these ancestors "go home" and reunite with their loved ones. Do they know there is another one at the other end of the strait, waiting to go home?
Looking at the direction of my hometown, my heart's time is going backwards. I remember when I was a child, after making sacrifices, the whole family sat around the table, and grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, him and his siblings got together and enjoyed family happiness.
The lights overlap so much, but they are so warm and harmonious. There is a charcoal stove on the table. There is a pot on the stove. If you eat food in it, your stomach will be warm.
After dinner, the family sat on the balcony, each holding a moon cake the size of the moon. He played with it. Although it was not so delicious, it was as sweet as honey and he could not bear to eat it.
Up to now, he still remembers the night scene. Peng Liang is so round, like the rising sun, and the golden moonlight is like his mother's slightly red face. Moonlight poured unreservedly on the earth, stroking him, so soft and smooth.
Young, he said innocently, "This month is really beautiful!" "Yes, the moon in my hometown is the most beautiful and brightest!" * * * The old general can't help sighing. Holding mooncakes slowly is like holding the moon in his hometown, taking a bite gently and chewing slowly, as if enjoying the tenderness of the moon in his hometown. It is another season of chrysanthemum fragrance, another full moon night, and another time to miss my hometown. "The green hills are the same as the clouds and the rain, and the bright moon has twice."
"If you don't smell spring wine, you still hope to see the green hills and Guo." "The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is at this time."
I'm standing on an island just across a small strait from my native China, looking at my hometown. I sang this poem that made the wanderers cry, and my heart surged again and again. Mom, I am eager, I am eager to return to your broad wings, jump into your arms, feel the temperature of your body again, and feel your fragrant breath; I am eager, I am eager to return to your big family, which is growing stronger and stronger, harmonious and prosperous everywhere, with warm flowers and fragrant care; I long, I long for a broad, flat, unrestrained and magnanimous avenue.
Mom, your son Taiwan Province Province misses you! Mother, the majestic Mount Everest is your tall and straight backbone, the vast Yellow River is your jumping blood, the fertile loess is your strong skin, and the golden rice is your bright smiling face. I love you, your strong body and young face.
Mom, I still remember you going through vicissitudes of life, eating sweet potatoes, drinking cucumber porridge and wearing clothes.
3. How to' how bright by moonlight at home!' Write a composition for the topic? How to write an unusual circle of the moon in the sky, revealing a few rays of moonlight without reservation?
Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale. In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth.
Outside the window, a bright moon is rippling in the air. Inside the house, there is a deep feeling.
Our family sat in front of the balcony, talking and laughing, staring at the full moon in the sky. Yes, today is August 15-Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon in the sky is not as round as usual, and there are a few rays of moonlight without reservation. Month, is orange, in the vast, revealing a pale.
In the starry sky of the past, Miss Yue is left alone in the sky today, unable to identify the direction under a dark cloth. Today, on this full moon day, Yue's friend left her. On this stage, she began to feel at a loss and seemed a little sad.
I don't know why, but something always seems to be missing in my heart. In a flash, I felt empty and confused. "I don't think anyone's home is warmer than ours." I don't know who said it casually.
Yes, my family is really warm, happy and happy, but I don't know why, when I heard this word, I felt a little sad. I kept repeating the word "home" in my mouth, and then the poem "I am a stranger, and I miss my family more during the holiday season" appeared in my mind. Familiar and unfamiliar places linger in front of my eyes like movies. One meanders into the distance, and the shepherd boy drives the cows and goats everywhere.
Cattle and sheep are dancing happily on the grass and eating the endless green space by the river. The children are playing in the stream by the river, making the clear Water jingle ring.
Ah, this is a paradise for children! This is a poor but happy village. There are no magnificent high-rise buildings, only dilapidated red brick tile houses. Although the ruthless years have left scars on them, they still stick to their sacred posts and watch the distance and SHEN WOO wisely.
..... Hey, isn't this my hometown? You see, this village with green hills as shirts and green waters as skirts all shows the wonderful charm of nature and has become a paradise for villagers. I will never forget you-the hometown where I was born and raised.
When I came to my senses and stared at the sky again, several twinkling stars appeared in the sky. With them, Miss Yue was no longer lonely. What about me? Can you also realize my dream? Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon, round people, but I can't reunite with my family ... "Moonlight in how bright at home!" -The call of the son of China is another season of chrysanthemum fragrance, a full moon night and a time to miss my hometown.
"The green hills are the same as the clouds and the rain, and the bright moon has twice." "If you don't smell spring wine, you still hope to see the green hills and Guo."
"The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is at this time." I'm standing on an island just across a small strait from my native China, looking at my hometown. I sang this poem that made the wanderers cry, and my heart surged again and again.
Mom, I am eager, I am eager to return to your broad wings, jump into your arms, feel the temperature of your body again, and feel your fragrant breath; I am eager, I am eager to return to your big family, which is growing stronger and stronger, harmonious and prosperous everywhere, with warm flowers and fragrant care; I long, I long for a broad, flat, unrestrained and magnanimous avenue. Mom, your son Taiwan Province Province misses you! Mother, the majestic Mount Everest is your tall and straight backbone, the vast Yellow River is your jumping blood, the fertile loess is your strong skin, and the golden rice is your bright smiling face.
I love you, your strong body and young face. Mom, I still remember you going through the vicissitudes of life, eating sweet potatoes, drinking cucumber porridge, wearing a broken cotton-padded jacket and eating a hundred meals. Your emaciated body is full of thorns, your firm belief is on the boat of Jiaxing Nanhu, your excellent record is in the baptism of the storm, and your iron will and courage to fight are in the eyes of the world.
Mother, Hong Kong and Macao brothers return to your warm arm bay; At the negotiating table, you have negotiated to solve the textile problem through peace talks; The western development is still going on, and you put forward a new concept of building a new socialist countryside; "Shenzhou V" has just flown for less than a year, and you have sent "Shenzhou VI" into the blue sky. China's aura still shines in the starry sky, and you have lit the unique green humanistic Olympic flame. The pace of building a well-off society in an all-round way keeps going, and you raise the banner of building harmony; There are still your footprints on the land of the South Asian earthquake, and the Katrina coast of the United States once again has your heroic spirit; The Five Principles of Peace are still being advocated, and your voice and actions in building a harmonious world have been heard in every corner of the world. You are perpetual motion machines to promote development and messengers of peace. With your participation, the wings of economy will take off and the dove of peace will be released in your hands.
You are my unchangeable belief, and you are my glorious dignity. Mom, how can you not know the vicissitudes of your son's life, stumbling all the way, with wind and rain, surprises and risks, and difficulties and hardships?
I have experienced the physical destruction caused by a strong earthquake, the economic depression, the pain of being colonized and ravaged by others, the danger of almost becoming fat in others' mouths, and the evil people eyeing me. I have been wandering, I have been afraid, I have been sad, I have been frustrated, and I have been drifting overseas. All these make me truly feel the beauty and beauty of my hometown, my hometown and my hometown.
There is a bright moon in the sky, the same flowers and the same moon, the same purity and purity, but there is an unspeakable loneliness in my heart, which is hard to get rid of. "The moonlight at home is how bright!" ! The world is big, and the most difficult thing to break is family ties. Your blood is flowing in my body, your brand is in my soul, and your breath is in my ideological foundation. From the day I was born, my eternity was in your palm.
Therefore, no matter how big the power is, I can't stop my belief in going home, and no matter how big the difficulty is, I can't stop my pace of going home. Mom, I'm going home. Mom, did you hear that? I'm going home, great China. Did you hear that? On the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, a full moon slowly climbed up the mountain.
How bright the moonlight is at home! 500 words "The moon is in the sky, and the horizon is * * * at this time", "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and Ming is the hometown of Ming", "My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight" ...
In China's poetry treasure house, there are countless poems about the moon. The moon in these poems, as an image, has the same meaning, which is nothing more than missing hometown, caring for relatives and attaching to the motherland.
Lao She has been to Paris and lived in London, but what she never forgets is Beijing. Say that people's cities are clumsy and their own cities are solemn; It is said that people's cities are noisy, and their own city people. Xiao Gan's good friend, who has lived in the United States for decades, doesn't like American life. He still decorates the yard as if he were in his hometown, and he is more eager for a jujube pit in his hometown like a child. ...
Because of deep affection, so persistent. I believe that everyone has such a deep, deep and lasting emotional connection. Because of this connection, they indulge their persistent cognition with laughter and tears.
In China, where the economy is booming, despite the difficult domestic conditions, I can stare at the bright moon in the sky, and my heart is full of warmth and enthusiasm. Therefore, we have made a series of achievements: the successful hosting of the Beijing Olympic Games; Paralympics successfully concluded; The launch of Shenzhou 5, Shenzhou VI and Shenzhou VII; The take-off of Chang 'e I and so on. It is the result of our joint efforts. How bright the moonlight is at home! . The bright moon in our native land shines on us bravely, and our brave struggle also reflects the brilliance of the bright moon in our hometown.
Perhaps our motherland is not the richest country, but it is the most unique and elegant and our persistent love. Therefore, in the face of great disasters, Chinese people who live under the same bright moon do their best to save the sacred land in our hearts. The freezing disaster in the south and the 5 12 Wenchuan earthquake did not crush us. On the contrary, we Chinese people are more United, and overseas Chinese people are also United with us, just for the bright moon overhead and the persistent affection in our hearts.
5. It is said that the moon in my hometown is the moonlight at home, and how bright needs how bright! The composition.
In the middle of the night, walking in the quiet streets of foreign countries, the wind is whispering and the trees are whispering.
People have fallen asleep. No matter what their surnames are, when and where they were born, and how many storms they have experienced, they have quietly fallen asleep.
Where is their hometown? Here? Where is it?
The moonlight is silver. Quietly, lazy spread on the body and face. Bathed in such a transcendental light, my chest is full of emptiness. For an instant, I even forgot where I was, but my feeling was so strong that a flower of peace bloomed in my heart for an instant, but I felt a little lost.
Maybe this pen is too clumsy to describe that feeling. When you look up at the goddess who rules the night, the shining light body, and meet it in front, don't you feel a little "thoughtful"? Maybe he's homesick.
Looking up and seeing the lonely silver plate hanging in the air, will you miss that distant hometown? "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home." The poem of a thousand years ago is still catchy and familiar today.
How bright the moonlight is at home! ? People, fell asleep. Where is their hometown?
Do they also think that the moon will be brighter beyond the ocean?
Treating the earth's moon equally, Qian Qian has been indifferent to the joys and sorrows in the world of mortals for thousands of years. Moon, tell me, why are you brighter in your hometown?
The sentence "Shadow is from Juanjuan's soul to cold" seems to have been read in a book. The moon is very cold. The moon is indifferent. Therefore, the moon is speechless.
My life, but more than ten years, is evenly distributed in two places. Two cultures, two educations, two languages and two completely different lives. The original memory is lost bit by bit, and I look forward to the future, but I am confused.
The original hometown was pieced together by pieces of broken memories. A little here, a little there, incomplete memories, can only piece together an incomplete hometown. What's more, the stars have changed, and now my hometown seems to be shrouded in a mist, which is no longer the hometown I knew when I was a child.
In this place called "foreign land", I have adapted environment, familiar faces and too many memories.
What is the definition of hometown? Isn't it a land that you miss and miss?
Patriotism has been instilled in my subconscious since I was a child. As I come from China, this is indisputable. That's my hometown! Be loyal to her! Be loyal to her! Although her face is beyond recognition, although there are only strangers there, she is still her hometown.
So, today, I will be very confused. Where is your hometown?
I didn't run away, let alone worship foreign things. I just want to know that there are no memories and bits and pieces that I miss; But I can't add the same words to this familiar land, because my subconscious has been resisting, resisting. ...
When did I lose my hometown without me? How bright the moonlight is at home! . Maybe, one day, I will find my hometown. there is still a lot of time.
6. At the end of the sentence,' How bright the moonlight is at home!' Write a round and cold composition with all the same words. Knowing thousands of miles away, there is no rain and no wind.
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I remember someone saying that the water in my hometown is fairy water and the soil in my hometown is gold. So, what about that month in my hometown? Is it more leisurely and beautiful?
However, if there is only one bright moon in the vast sky, it may seem lonely. Therefore, in China's ancient poems, the moon always has something as a foil, and the most scenery is mountains and rivers, such as "the mountain is high and the moon is oblique" and "the moon is reflected in three pools", and the list goes on.
My hometown is on the hills in the south of the Yangtze River, with plenty of water and mountains. Just like Su Dongpo said, "The bright moon rises from the East Mountain and lingers between bullfights", I often bump into it.
Throughout the ages, the moon has been beautiful, but the moon on August 15th is even more beautiful, affecting the hearts of countless people. For me, being alone in a foreign land, I always miss the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Last Mid-Autumn Festival night, I couldn't go back to my hometown. I remember that the moon came late that night, not as round and bright as usual. I don't know if it's not strong, or because we wanderers cry alone and can't make up. At that time, I thought: Is a month in my hometown so "short"? No, it won't. The moon in my hometown must be particularly round and bright, and it must shed a ray of light and send people a piece of feelings. At that time, I really understood that "I don't know the beauty of my hometown until I get to a foreign land."
Indeed, on the beautiful Lake Le Mans in Switzerland, on the endless and sandy African desert, on the blue Lijiang River and on the majestic Lushan Mountain, these moons can be said to be wonderful. However, some people say that the big moon in these vast worlds is far less than the small moon in his heart. Can you say that he is ungrateful? No, just because the moonlight at home is brighter! .
The hazy beauty of "the pear flower garden melts the moon, and the catkin pond is light"; The melancholy beauty of "when there is a bright moon, ask the sky for wine"; Lonely beauty "until, holding up my cup, I ask the bright moon, bring me my shadow, let us three" ... Month is often the emotional sustenance of poets, which is also because of homesickness and homesickness, because the world is in January.
How bright the moonlight is at home! Now I am in my hometown, looking down at the southern sky, I have a strange feeling in my heart. ...
7. How bright the moonlight is at home! Composition 500 Moonlit Memories of Brothers
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
The drums of the garrison building are louder, and there are no traces of pedestrians on the road. The border town is deserted, the autumn wind is cool, and only the lonely geese moan. The frost is particularly white tonight, but the moon in my hometown is still bright. When brothers are separated, the family is ruined. Where can I find the news of life and death? Letters have not arrived for a long time, and the war has not stopped.
This poem was written by Du Fu in Qin Zhou in the autumn of 759 AD. In September this year, Shi Siming led the troops south from Fan Yang, captured Bianzhou and moved west to Luoyang. Shandong and Henan are at war. At that time, Du Fu's younger brothers were scattered in this area, and because of the war, there was no communication, which made him feel intense anxiety and yearning. Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night is a true record of his thoughts and feelings at that time.
You can write about orphans who survived the Wenchuan earthquake. They were sent to all parts of the motherland. Although they lost their parents, many people care about them and love them. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, they often say, "How bright the moonlight is at home!" . At this moment of "thinking twice about their relatives during the festive season", they have thoughts and pains in their hearts, but more warmth. Thousands of Qian Qian people are their relatives. For them, their hometown is not a city shattered by the earthquake, but a warm Kyushu. Although they lost their parents, they were not lonely when they reunited, because there were thousands of brothers and sisters from Qian Qian around them, because of the big family of China. The earthquake made them leave their homes, but as long as they are on the land of China, the moon will always be bright, because China is my home.
8. How bright the moonlight is at home! Good words and sentences of 1 in the second volume of the fifth grade. Every morning, the world is filled with fog, mountains and seas are continuous, and mountains are looming, just like Penglai Fairy Island, which makes people fascinated. Occasionally, a farmhouse will be exposed to the fog and smoke, and the smell of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture.
2. Autumn in my hometown is also a windy world and a rainy paradise. Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Pearl dew has arrived. Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as an ox's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining.
3. The mature breath permeates the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance. The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiling and beaming. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are shining with golden light and smiling in green. Green cabbage, a clump here, a clump there, dripping with green, is like laying a green carpet on the garden. What is even more refreshing is to stand outside the garden and look at the garden: the garden is golden and occasionally dotted with a little green, which is particularly harmonious. The pleasing trees are covered with gold, and a breeze blows, and the yellow leaves are fluttering, just like colorful butterflies, dancing with the wind.