Please write a composition with the theme of "thinking about quiet nights" in combination with your own experience.
Requirements: ① Complete the topic and write an article of not less than 500 words. ② Choose your own style, except poetry. ③ The real name and school name shall not appear in the text.
Chapter 1: I miss my hometown in a quiet night. Everything is quiet, and the noise of the city is gradually solidified and closed. A rare quiet night in this city. I looked up at the bright moon and saw the less gloomy city moon for the first time, so my thoughts quietly drifted back to my distant hometown. Comments: Write a rare Qingcheng month, which leads to the hometown month.
In the silent night, I returned to my hometown that I was familiar with as a child. The sea breeze blows everywhere with waves and laughter. In the breathing room, I caught a little salty fresh air. Looking around, piles of salt on the saltworks are like rolling waves, emitting brilliant white in the moonlight.
I often fall into meditation on the moon shadow in such a quiet and sleeping wilderness. The night is not deep, the moon is holding a few soft clouds, still hiding half of her face in front of us behind the guitar, shyly afraid to laugh. But the simple hand of the wind gradually brushed away the veil, revealing her demure face. The moonlight fell softly, and the lake was quiet and white. Pale yellow light draped over me, as if to remind me that the dew is getting thicker and thicker. At this time, the moon smiled comfortably, and the surrounding stars began to gather, blinking sly eyes and breathing like a flicker. Whenever the clouds clear, I can't help thinking: Is Chang 'e's face hidden in this round of jade plate on such a quiet night? Comments: It tells the night scene of my hometown seaside, and it is beautiful to use the moon to represent my hometown.
In the silent night, the quiet beauty of nature gradually blurred, and I stood back in the city with many tall buildings. The soft land at the foot slowly turned into a hard asphalt pavement, and the ridge with fragrant rice also turned into a cement brick wall with a straight face. The haze of the city tore up a trace of peace and calm left by my hometown. Comments: Go back to reality, describe the scene of the city in detail, and write the blend of memory and reality by montage.
Childhood scenes can only be recalled from memory, the simplicity of the sound of the waves by the sea, and a glimpse of the boring life now. I long for the moon in my hometown. Now every time I meet the moon, I study at my desk until late at night. In the city, she can't help but languish. At this time, I can only look up and ask, "Is your face a little thinner?" Comments: Comparing the bright moon in hometown and city is actually a comparison of two kinds of life moods.
On quiet nights, I often think alone. The beauty of nature is drifting away in a hurry. Can't we slow down in the daily sprint and enjoy the beauty of the night? In this reinforced jungle night, even her last unique silence can't be preserved? At night in the city, there is only endless black. There is no thunder to awaken our desire to repair the sky; There is no rainstorm to wash the gray and black tears in the sky; No gust of wind can sweep away the filth of the city and bring us back to our hometown with a blue sky smile. Comments: The main purpose of this paper is to reflect on the prosperity and busyness of the city and pursue the truth of returning to life. My yearning for the city has gradually turned into my yearning for my hometown in vain. On a quiet night, I put it on the bright moon with a cool breeze and my sadness.
The moon in my hometown is as quiet as I see at the moment. May you always be peaceful and beautiful on such a quiet night.
General comment: The little author expressed his yearning for his hometown through the quiet moonlit night and bright moonlight. The writing is fluent, the sentences are beautiful and full of childlike interest. What is even more rare is that the author can think about life from the common Moonlit Night, and see that the little author is good at capturing the nuances of life, feeling the beauty of life and accumulating certain words.
Chapter 2: Thinking of the ancient people composing poems in the quiet night, I quietly looked out of the window. Who doesn't love such a night? The night is quiet, the autumn wind gently holds the hair of the tree, whispering softly, and the moonlight shines on the face, soft as silk. All I feel is poetic silence, and my heart is calm.
Looking up at the bright moon, I don't know why, I suddenly thought of a lot. Thousands of years ago, it was this bright moon. How many people entrusted her with parting thoughts, savoring the loss of homesickness and experiencing the impermanence of life ... I stared at the bright moon and thought: What did the ancients appreciate when they looked at this unchanging month?
Maybe love. You don't smell the banks of the Wujiang River, and there are songs all around. Overlord looked at the pale moon and sang "Song of Gaixia", which was tragic and deep. Yu Ji danced with a sword and sang while dancing. In the moonlight, graceful dancing is light and graceful, like an angel falling into the world. At the end of the song, Yusuke smiled and drew his sword to commit suicide, just because he didn't want to drag down his love. It was still that quiet night. Comments: The title is "Silent Night" instead of "Bright Moon", and the author cleverly buckled the title. Or the bright moon in the sky, witnessing this epic love. ...
Maybe family. You can't see foreign inns. The moonlight was light and bright, like frost, and sprinkled on Li Bai's bed, which awakened this sad Brewmaster. He quietly stared at the moonlight in front of the bed: Moon, are you here to accompany me? After all these years, only you are with me. Are you homesick? How is your hometown? Do relatives miss me ... no one answered him. He has long been used to tasting the sadness and loss of leaving home alone when he is awake and on a cold night. Or the quiet night, or the bright moon in the sky, listen to the voice of this wanderer. ...
Maybe this is life. Don't you think it's a great pleasure to have a bright moon and a family reunion and drink Long song? Dongpo laymen love to enjoy the moon, but it's a pity that people always walk round the moon, which makes people feel depressed. Since we can't meet, let's miss each other. Even thousands of miles apart, there is a bright moon. In the silent night, everyone looks up, and it seems that only the bright moon is separated from us, which is no longer an unreachable distance. Still that quiet night, or that bright moon, conveying blessings to the world. ...
Mingyue, you are the witness of love, and you have witnessed the acquaintance and love of each pair of lovers; You are your inner listener, and you have listened to the sadness of every sad person; You are a loyal messenger, and you have passed blessings from person to person. ...
I close my eyes and feel the silence that only belongs to the night, and my heart suddenly becomes clear: most of the bright moons are silent and the night is boundless; But some bright moons and some nights are beautiful and meaningful because of someone.
General comment: This paper uses literary materials to connect ancient and modern times, expounds philosophical thoughts, highlights the author's literary skills, and also attracts the attention of marking teachers. The level of the article is clear and the parallelism is getting deeper and deeper. Students who have the ability to choose words and make sentences can try this model.