Composition on the Moon 1
Night, quiet, all is silent. I was sitting on the balcony, and a cool breeze blew over my face.
I sat in a rocking chair and took a deep breath, only feeling relaxed and happy. On the black sky, a few stars are scattered, like shyness, peeping at the world. Among them is a silver moon-the fifteenth moon. She is round and big, like a round moon cake. I think Tiangou's saliva must be "flying down three thousands of feet"! The moon just woke up from sleep, and her face was slightly red, yellow and white, just like mixed paint. She looks like a fifteen-year-old girl's face, but it is covered with deep wrinkles, like an old lady's face. Yes, the age of the moon, no one can say clearly. On the round face of the moon, there is a kind and gentle smile, quietly looking at the earth. A few silver-gray clouds wandered around her like fairies dancing. The bright moonlight covered the earth with a silver-gray veil and decorated the world like a dream. The moonlight shone on my rocking chair, like a magician, turning the recliner into silver.
I stared at the bright moon. Moonlight, like water, poured down from nine days, and suddenly I felt so helpless on the moon. She cocked her head and looked at the horizon in the distance, as if everything between heaven and earth had nothing to do with her. Moonlight is just to pour out your feelings. Good moon, what are you thinking? Is it like Chang 'e, waiting for Hou Yi and the sun? Actually, you're not alone at all. Chang 'e I brought you a lot of happiness! It is the messenger of the earth satellite!
Everything in the world has changed since ancient times. What remains unchanged is the moon, your sad face. Good moon, bend your mouth quickly!
Composition on the Moon II
On that dark night, aren't you the only one who accompanied us, gave us light and lit up the road ahead of us?
Moon, I want to tell you that your flawless light has given us peace of mind, sureness, confidence and courage.
Moon, I want to tell you, I still remember that it was my first night walk, and some people were drinking in the street stalls, which made me feel extremely scared. It was summer, and besides squeaking, there were two rows of "soldiers" standing neatly to light the way for me. Who else? I thought you were the only one left.
I couldn't help shivering as the cars on the road sped away. It's a little cold to wear shorts this summer night. Ignorant modern people do not know how to cherish the world created by their ancestors. A pile of rubbish on the roadside gives off an unpleasant smell. Just then, a light came at me, which made me feel warm instantly. The moon, it's you, which makes me forget everything around me.
Only you and I have become the whole world. After you shine, I look at you. You have no strong appearance. Unlike the sun and sunlight, we dare not look directly at it. Unlike you, you exude a slightly warm and gentle light, which makes us feel warm. You are like a big sister, let me tell you my heart.
Moon, I want to ask you, what is around you and what kind of world is it? Can you tell me? If you become a child, I believe you are more naive than anyone else; If you become a worker, I believe you are more practical and capable than anyone else; If you become a parent, I believe you are kinder and kinder than anyone else. In fact, I have always regarded you as a girl a few years older than me, because only in this way can I sit down quietly and point to you.
Moon, I want to say to you, the real you, are you far away from me?
The moon is the theme of composition 3.
In the cold night sky, the waning moon exudes a faint silver light, and several lone stars flicker alone.
I'm afraid I only have one water chestnut in my hand on such a night. Small water chestnut, white fruit, arc like the moon. In the faint fragrance, all the memories are so dense.
That was when I was very young.
"Open your hands, and then." Grandma said. I obediently spread out my palm and looked up. I bumped into grandma's smiling eyes with thin crow's feet in the corner of her eyes. "Eat." Lying in the palm of your hand is a peeled water chestnut and a small white moon. "Is it delicious?" She smiled with gentle eyes. "Hmm ... Grandma, a little more!" I held out my hand. "Ha ha, good good. Kitten. " Grandma smiled lovingly and took my hand. "Let's buy more."
Afternoon sunshine, with a hint of tiredness. Empty streets, lazy pedestrians, old people lying on bamboo chairs shaking their fans, dogs dozing in the shade, an ordinary afternoon. The water chestnut seller sits on a tricycle with a cauldron behind him. Seeing us, he jumped out of the car seat and lifted the lid. The hot smell disturbed the quiet air.
I stood by and waited. Finally, grandma took the bag containing water chestnut. I stretched out my hand to catch it, but my grandmother wouldn't give it: "Hot, hot."
At home, grandma quietly spread the water chestnut on the table. Cold, she caught one, peeled off the black shell and stuffed it into my hand.
That little water chestnut is a childhood snack, and the familiar fragrance overflowed my childhood dream.
Now, have you woken up from your dream? Leave me alone by the window.
No one will carefully remind me that the water chestnut is still hot; No one will peel off the water chestnut and put it in my palm again.
And the man who sells water chestnuts, his tricycle, and that burning smell are still there?
A small moon is in the palm of your hand, and a broken moon is in the sky. Hometown, grandma, childhood, all lost in the water chestnut fragrance. Moonlight, clear and fuzzy.
And I, can only wait at the window, waiting for memories, bit by bit bright.
Will the moon know this idea?
The moon is the theme of composition 4.
In the quietest night, I call the moon and admire its face. Now that I am closest to the moon, I can hear the moon singing and falling in the town. The wind blows, and the beauty of nature makes me sigh. The light illuminates the darkness at midnight, but it illuminates the moon. However, the moon is crying.
The moon is crying, and her tenderness is hidden in her eyes soaked with moisture. Looking at it deeply, her heart was full of melancholy. The moon still sings the songs of the past towns. I follow the legend and am willing to block all the pain for them. The stars in the word describe all dreams. The light that emerges in front of me, like you and me, has many colorful lives. However, I forgot my ordinary, the moon, and.
The song of the moon washed away my simple memories, the reflection in the river and those of us who prayed for peace. Can we still walk in the rain and watch the moon bend, hang high and burst into tears? I don't know whether it is tears or rain in my eyes. I am very upset, but I have a shelter from the rain. I miss the world and the songs of the moon. I put my long childhood in my heart and embraced the rain. No explanation, no agreement, no sweet memories. Dandelion can still fly, and it will also fly with the song of the moon, in the cruelty and waiting of life.
I'm still waiting for the rain. When I go out, my umbrella won't get wet. Misty rain, misty rain … can also make me look at you, and my eyes will fall on you and me alone. Life is hypnotized, the song of the moon keeps echoing in my body, and the sun will wake up the sleeping dream. I'm waiting. The morning star in the morning is wandering along the mountain path, like the last tear, quietly walking out of the alley, without a figure.
Draw a full stop by hand, very round, very round ... The moon is still singing, faint and chic, still singing, ah ~ the moon, ah ~ the moon, still singing the songs of the town in the past.
Composition on the Moon 5
In the eyes of literati, she is graceful. Sometimes there is the nobility of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream"; Sometimes there is a charm of "Songshan is green and the moon is a pearl"; Sometimes there is the mystery of "the bright moon comes out of the mountain, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds" She is a bright planet in the vast universe. Sometimes she is like a jade plate and sometimes she is like a jade hook. It's really hard to predict. She is a neighbor of the earth and may become the second "cradle of life" ...
She revolves around the earth as if a guard were guarding the king. She rotates day and night, tirelessly illuminating us at night, as if it were a huge lamp, radiating bright moonlight. ...
She has an important position in people's minds, and there are many absurd deepening stories: the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, WU GANG's perception of Guangxi ... and the statement of Guanghan Palace, the statement of Yutu, the statement of Guishu and so on. She always has a pure and sacred position.
She has long been recognized by people, but she is a thief.
She is a thief, so she illuminates us at night, but she steals the light of the sun to enrich herself, and then radiates the brilliance of handover, which makes people praise her, give her status and give her glory.
She is a thief. She stole the gravity of the earth. Although she is beautiful, she is stolen, disgraceful and hypocritical.
Although she is a thief, she has her own charm.
She has great charm and rich resources. Helium can supply the electricity needed by the whole earth. She found signs of life and may save all mankind in the future. ...
Composition on the Moon 6
At night, it's just dark, and thick fog is everywhere, rendering a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft sunlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a euphemistic tune, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
The bright moonlight aroused my infinite reverie: in ancient times, the moon was an emotion that could arouse the hearts of literati. When I look at the moon, I feel homesick. They wrote, "He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home!" "I'm worried about the bright moon, and I'll go to Yelangxi with you" and "Willow cries in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person and the pear blossoms in the moon." Looking at the moon, they realized the human philosophy: "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs."
Now, the moon has become a goal of the world, a goal of conquest and exploration. Here, I am extremely proud of my motherland: on 20_,1October 24 18: 50, "Chang 'e-1" was successfully launched, and after successfully completing various uses, it was controlled by1October 20 to hit the moon as scheduled. On February 2, 2000 1 30, Chang 'e III was launched in xichang satellite launch center. "Chang 'e III" and "Yutu" lunar rovers realized the lunar soft landing and lunar patrol survey for the first time, and carried out scientific exploration of lunar morphology and geological structure. ...
The night is already deep. The clear moonlight shines on the vast plains thousands of miles away. Large fields and trees are illuminated like silver by moonlight. One or two lights in the distance were pulled by the car for a long time, as if some naughty child in the car had drawn a long white line with chalk.
Facing the moonlight, one's day is over and full of hope.
The moon is the theme of composition 7.
When I was a child, the bright moon hung high in the sky on summer nights. At this time, it is a good time for my mother and I to go out for a walk.
No child has ever looked up at the mysterious sky, and I am no exception. Go out for a walk with mom, add an ice cream, tilt your head 60 degrees in this mysterious sky, and you will find the moon following me. At first, I thought the moon belonged to me, and it would protect me like a guardian. But then I got tired of such a "follower" and asked my mother; "Mom, why does the moon always follow me?" My mother smiled, but did not answer me. I asked her.
After school, through some books, I yearn for the moon more, and many fairy tales about the moon are close to my heart. For example, China's "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" and Greek "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" are all mysterious stories, full of reverie and yearning for beautiful things, just to my liking.
Now, I have gradually caught up with a scientific wind and learned more or less about the mysteries of the moon. When I was a child, the mystery of "the moon followed me" and some interesting astronomical phenomena of the moon made me know more about the moon. However, the moon in my heart will never lose its mystery because I understand the truth, never.
Since ancient times, I don't know how many literati have paid more attention to the moon. For example, Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? Ask heaven for wine "; For example, Zhang's poem "Who first saw the moon on the river, and the moon on the river shone on people at the beginning of the year" gave me an impulse to write a good article and talk about the moon freely, but I was poor in words and failed to do so.
When the bright moon was in the sky, I remembered those touching nights in my childhood and the scene where the bright moon accompanied me. I was moved by this scene, and my pen tip trembled:
Moon, come with me.
Composition on the Moon 8
Night is coming. I was walking by the lake and inadvertently saw the reflection of the moon in the lake. On the mirror-level lake, the clearly visible moon and its quiet reflection in the water are so beautiful and charming.
The flawless white moon is so bright in the sky, and it is more striking against the surrounding black background. Sickle, extremely sharp; It is as beautiful as a jade plate; Hanging firmly in the sky has made many people have beautiful fantasies throughout the ages.
The Yin Hui of the moon falls on the lake at will. The clear lake seems to contain a lot of precious stones, which makes people look at it, and no one wants to destroy it and this tranquility! There are no impurities in its whiteness, it is so pure, giving people a relaxed and happy mood. At this moment, how wonderful it is to close your eyes, feel the silence with your heart, and listen to the whispers between the moon girl and the stars!
Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank again. I suddenly thought of home. "Yes, people who go out to see Holy Moon when they are lonely often think of their lovely hometown and relatives there. In people's eyes, the moon is kind, it is kind, it often gives people a poetic feeling, and Li Bai wrote his thoughts on a quiet night in the dead of night.
People like to walk and chat under the moon, because they think they can express their true feelings under the moon, and the moon is also their distinguished listener, listening quietly in the sky, keeping these beautiful secrets, and no one will know except it and the confidante. People like to trust it.
Moon! How perfect and lovely you are!
The moon is the theme of composition 9.
Memory is endless, but what flashes in memory is the golden years. Looking around, the future is boundless. The memory is gone, but I can't bear to be sad. I scooped up a rainbow from the water above the legendary moonlight;
The moonlight of the Spring Festival, like running water, crept into the threshold, with its back to the fence, curtain window and phantom window, quietly admiring the reunion dinner on the table, the smile on the table, the midnight tick, the beating happiness and firecrackers, and the rhythm followed, and the moonlight shook the window;
The moonlight on the Lantern Festival is flawless and spotless. Everything is getting colder and warmer under the moon. Leng Yue jumped into the hot soup, colorful lights flew into your dream, and in your hope, you woke up beautifully with that celadon. It turned out to be a bowl full of moonlight.
Tomb-Sweeping Day quietly opens to you under the moon, but you stubbornly wait for the sun, a Qingming willow that has gone with the wind, the beautiful apricot blossom village on the altar, and the gentle wind to wake you up when you are asleep. Is spring here or is it full of spring? There is only moonlight in the garden;
At the foot of the Dragon Boat Festival, you quietly threw yourself into the Miluo River for loyalty. You have smeared the backbone of China people for thousands of years with your blood. Moonlight found your footprints and smelled the heroic spirit that shook the sky. He moved me silently, thinking of my feelings and my collection of moonlight in the struggle.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is bright and clean, surrounded by stars and full of flowers. I look forward to the fruitful Spring and Autumn Festival. I gently roll up a full moon, and the yellow seeds are faint in the distance, and the jade is near or far. I don't know where that note slipped away. Legendary songs ripple in my ears, telling the bleak and lost moonlight in the cold.
The moonlight on National Day is gloomy for a hundred years. Sixty years ago, in the days we lived, a giant slowly woke up. In the past 30 years, the Oriental Dragon is rising rapidly. Brilliant red October has made countless legends. Let us remember days of our lives of our fathers in the new era and hold high the red flag of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation in the rise. We are shouldering the mission, looking up and looking forward to the moonlight as always.
Composition on the Moon 10
"From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me. " How many images did the poets in ancient Tang Dynasty have of "the clouds remain unchanged, but the mountains and rivers still shine"? When he is most nostalgic for the beautiful existence, there are ripples in my heart.
In the soft south of the Yangtze River, the lotus flowers in June are different in color, the bamboos are graceful, and there is a West Lake that can be compared with Xizi. The phrase "wealth, riding a crane to Yangzhou" tells the truth of many literati. Chang 'an, a glorious city, even the soft Jiangnan is eclipsed in front of it. Is his most beautiful image Jiangnan or Chang 'an?
Sitting under the moon, sipping green tea, I wonder if this poet immortal who has lived for 1,500 years, like me, is drinking a little wine under the moon and thinking about his hometown? Not as good as a feast of bliss. This feast for the imperial concubine's birthday, the literati also had the honor to witness this unprecedented grand banquet. "Clouds want clothes, flowers want to be accommodated, and the spring breeze blows the threshold." He also outlined the beauty of the imperial concubine in a few words. Will Li Bai's most beautiful image be her?
This banquet is a symbol of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, but it is also a witness to the decline of the Tang Dynasty.
And Brewmaster and Shi Xian were brought back to gold by him. Living in seclusion in the mountains, ignorant of the world, drinking and writing poems all day long, and still living happily. But he still can't let go, can't let go of the prosperous Tang dynasty where he once waved a pen. He missed his good friends and couldn't let go of Chang 'an, let alone the whole Tang Dynasty. As a result, he joined the army in his later years, but he was exiled to Yelang because he devoted himself to serving the motherland. Li Bai has experienced many vicissitudes and read all kinds of human beings. He is no longer the heroic son of Chang 'an. He changed from a son with a bamboo pole and hair like ink to an old man with snow in his eyes. His patriotism remains the same. Li Bai had multiple identities in his life: chivalrous man, hermit and poet. .........................................................................................................................................................
The most beautiful scene in the heart of the fallen immortal who lived a life of arrogance and extravagance, was not the moonlight, nor the softness of Jiangnan, nor was it "the famous flowers pour out the country and admire each other, and Wang often laughs." I don't want to be an official all my life, I don't want to be a powerful person all my life, I just want to be at ease.
A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly.
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