Gentle moonlight, like elegant silks and satins, silently covered the earth with a silver gauze dress, which made my hazy heart drift gently into the night sky with it. Quiet night and charming moonlight slowly opened my heart curtain.
I grew up with my grandmother when I was a child, so I always like to stand at the school gate and wait for her after school. Every time I vaguely see the outline of my grandmother coming to me from the faint moonlight in the distance, my heart will be filled with unspeakable joy and excitement, and I will rush to my grandmother regardless. Grandma always opens her arms, squats down and holds me in her arms. Grandma at that time was the god in my heart, the god who gave me security, happiness and happiness!
The wheel of time soon brought me to my youth. At that time, I still enjoyed the delicate love between my grandparents and grandchildren every day, but I no longer attached to my grandmother as I did when I was a child, and I no longer hoped to rely on her gentle harbor forever, but hoped that I would grow up quickly and find my own free world. I haven't finished my dream of flying, but the boat of the years has taken me away in a hurry and pushed me into the vast learning ocean of middle school.
In order to realize my dream, I chose to study hard. The pressure of study and the competition of classmates make everything seem so urgent and urgent. Under the quiet night sky, the charm of moonlight seems to be coated with a more charming silver, and the thoughts in my heart are still beating my sleep. Grandma has entered the old age, and the silver thread has quietly climbed up the temple. The meat cutters of the years have ruthlessly printed the traces of old age on her eyes. Years turn with the wind, and the sun and the moon fly. At this moment, I understand better that I am the sustenance of grandma's dream. The years are affectionate, and she has shed many beautiful memories for me; The years are ruthless, and she can't let grandma get those years back.
The poems of life are all chanting romantic stories, and life has bid farewell to many beautiful things unconsciously. On this silvery moonlight night, a hazy figure appeared in my mind repeatedly. It's grandma who misses her grandson in the distance alone at the bright moon! The love between grandparents and grandchildren is in the end of the world. Does the moon know my heart? I can only pour out my hopes and blessings to the bright moon silently. But now I know in my heart that the autumn wind is not as warm as a hug from my grandmother; No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it can't compare with grandma's smile. There were thin clouds floating in the night sky, and she slowly approached the moon as if to embrace it.
It's late at night, but the curtain can't be closed. Grandma, you are the bright moon above me. Since my mother gave me to you, you have been looking at me tirelessly, caring for me and warming me up. Accompany me through the long river of life with no regrets.
12 Mid-Autumn Moon has your kind figure, ups and downs, and your silent protection. I pay too little for you, but you are always worried about me. Grandma, if there is an afterlife, let me be the bright moon above you! To repay everything you gave me in your previous life.
I wandered around the campus, looking for the bright moon in the distant sky, and my thoughts flowed quietly. At the moment, the bright moon is round and soft, like a glittering and translucent full moon, much like a smiling grandmother; Like a child in a sweet dream. Clear and light, crystal clear and moist, like a pair of beautiful eyes full of tenderness, like a pool of autumn water in a calm sun, like a blue sky thousands of miles away. Moonlight shines gently and harmoniously through the flowers, covering the house with a layer of white edge, hanging over the camphor tree forest on campus like smoke, and covering the ground with a thin layer of shaman. Ah! The colorful light around the moon is like a cloud, like a rainbow. The figure in the moon must be Sister Chang 'e, next to Jade Rabbit. At this moment, I seem to have walked into the Guanghan Palace and met Sister Chang 'e and Yutu. I really want to stay at this moment. Suddenly, a pale cloud came. The cloud gently covered the moon and only saw the moon passing through the clouds. An autumn wind blew away the dark clouds, and the moon once again revealed her beautiful luster. I think it seems more poetic for the moon to pass through the clouds.
The moon seems to be smiling at me, and it seems like a child lying in his mother's arms. Looking at the scene of their mother and son, I seem to see his mother's smiling face on the moon. The moon is like a kind and kind mother. If only my mother were by my side! The moon always shows her mother's concern, looks at me piteously, and shares my worries with tears. Sometimes she even painfully pulls half a white cloud to cover her crying face. Looking at the moon, I seem to hear my mother calling me, caring for me and illuminating the long road of life under my feet. Ah! Moon, you are your mother, and your mother's smiling face is white and flawless! I like the moonlight in the night sky, and I finally look forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival! "The moon is in the sky, and the horizon is * * * at this time". "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." I am very happy when I recite poems.
I looked up and looked for my mother who was far away in Shanghai, running for her life. I miss her most! As soon as the wind blows, a chill rushes into my body, and I know that the autumn wind is a little cold. Because of the thoughts in my heart, I send out these infinite feelings!