Write a composition with ancient poems! !

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky is deep blue, there are no clouds in Wan Li, and the moon is particularly beautiful. It hangs in the sky like a huge white jade plate, and the bright moonlight sprinkles silver light on the earth. The stars are scattered, only scattered in the horizon. I was walking in Luoyang, and I saw the autumn wind blowing and tall poplars rustling in the wind. Some yellow leaves reluctantly left the tree, swayed a few times in the wind and fell to the ground. At this time, I couldn't help but feel homesick and went straight to my apartment. Sitting alone in a chair, I am very upset, like sticky silk drawn from a spider's stomach, winding around my heart, making me flustered. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me: Why don't I write a letter home to express my homesickness? Immediately light the candle, spread the paper and grind the ink. But just as I was about to start writing, countless words appeared in my mind, and I didn't know where to start. Thought: I want to express my meaning, I have to write more content. Then, I picked up a pen and wrote this letter carefully under the red candlelight. I wrote down everything I thought, what I wanted to say and how I wanted to express my feelings ... suddenly I heard a rooster crow, but I haven't finished writing this letter because I have too many facts to write. I have already written this thing, and I remember it again. It seems that I will never finish writing it. It was not until sunrise that I blew out the candlelight and stretched my waist with a pen. Although it exhausted me, I thought it was worth it, because I told my relatives in my hometown. I hurried to the post office and found a friend who returned to China and asked him to take the letter to my relatives. When he was leaving, I was worried that I didn't finish what I wanted to say in a hurry. I opened a good letter and read it, then sealed it, gave it to my friend and said goodbye to him. At this time, the sky is particularly clear and white clouds are smiling. Tall poplars clap their hands in the morning breeze, and several yellow butterflies are flying in the air ... In autumn night, the poet Zhang Ji had nothing to do after dinner and came to his friend's door. He went up and knocked on the door several times, and a very boy poked his head out: "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Ji quickly said, "Excuse me, is your master at home?" "Unfortunately, master went back to his hometown to see relatives yesterday and won't be back until next month. Please go back. " Say that finish, extremely closed the door, leaving Zhang Ji standing in front of the door. A chilly autumn wind blew, bringing a chill. Zhang Ji turned around and suddenly heard a child calling, "Mom, look, geese!" " "The poet looked up and saw a flock of geese flying across the sky. Zhang Ji can't help thinking that he lives in Luoyang and never comes back all the year round. This wild goose will come back next year. When will it go back to its hometown? At this time, there was no one in the street, only the rustling of leaves in the wind. The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, and the lotus in the pond had long since disappeared. In the past, insects were singing and birds were singing, but now they have disappeared ... After returning home, Zhang Ji suddenly thought that although he could not return to his hometown, he could write letters. However, I don't know where to start when I mention a thousand words. In the poet's mind, there are always scenes of parting in those days. I hate that I was young and left my mother without looking back, but I don't know when I will see you again ... When I thought of this, the poet felt tears in his eyes, and all his feelings welled up like spring water at one time, and the poet sent all his thoughts in these paragraphs. Finally, after writing the letter, Zhang Ji carefully read it dozens of times for fear that his homesickness could not be fully expressed. Suddenly I heard the night watchman strike three times, and it was the third night. The poet reluctantly put down the letter, sealed it, and slept together, but he couldn't sleep anymore. How he wishes his family could read this letter soon! In the morning, the poet got up early and waited at the door with a letter. I don't know when, there was the sound of hooves around the corner. "Come, come! "The poet is very excited. I saw the young man who delivered the letter jumping off the horse, took the letter and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely deliver it! ""Say that finish, I was about to get on the horse when I heard a shout from behind: "Please stay!" He quickly turned around and asked, "What happened to the old man?" "I ... I want to read the letter again." The young man hesitated and handed the letter to the poet. The poet hurriedly opened the letter, examined it carefully, sealed it and gave it to the young man. The young man mounted his horse and drove off at a gallop. The poet stood there with tears in his eyes ... The autumn wind blew away his tears, drop by drop. ...