In daily study, work or life, many people have written compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that you can understand. Transformation into an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a composition on the topic of the moon that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Composition 1 with the moon as the topic
"The moon rises brightly, and the outstanding people are there, the people are relaxed and graceful, and the hard work is quiet." The bright moon in the sky attracts people's imagination. Since ancient times, many literati have expressed their feelings for the moon and invited its shadow. The moon is the most beautiful postcard, embodying so many joys and sorrows.
The moon has never been thin, but the thin one is the lover of Guanju who "is leisurely and carefree, tossing and turning", the sky water is rippling, and the silver bottle is purging liquid. The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street. The crescent moon is like a string, playing the palace businessman's levy; the crescent moon is like a tooth, chanting and bowing his head to homesickness. The clear light is falling, the cold fragrance is lingering, and a glass of sea water is pouring out. The milky white tulle adds a bit of shyness and reserve to this beauty.
If the beauty of the quarter moon is subtle and hazy, the beauty of the full moon is gentle and generous. The flowers are blooming and the moon is full, hidden in the mist. At this time, I will think of a poem: as if the moon is covered by light clouds! When I was a child, I looked at the moon and recited the nursery rhyme "When the moon goes, I will go too". I opened my eyes wide and tried to see In the shadow cast by the moon, I want to see if there is Chang'e dancing in her sleeves, the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine, the fragrant osmanthus tree, and Wu Gang making wine... Yes, there must be, I firmly believe that there is.
For thousands of years, the moon has also brought people too much poetry. Li Bai's "The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds", Cao Cao's "The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south", Su Dongpo's "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles away from the beautiful lady" all used the moon to express their thoughts, ambitions and best wishes. .
People today do not see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients. Whenever I bathe in the moonlight, I think, isn’t the bright moon we see today the same one that Li Bai invited us to drink with each other thousands of years ago? At that moment, this moonlight suddenly separated me from the ancients. The distance between us is so close! Look at the moon when you are happy, it is the bright moon shining among the pines; when you are sad, look at the moon, it is a smoke cage, a cold water cage, a moon cage cage in the sand. Poetry and the moon go hand in hand and complement each other.
We praise the moon because she is clear and bright; we praise the moon because she is considerate; we praise the moon because she is elegant and gentle.
Blow out the reading lamp and you will be covered with moon. Essay on the topic of the moon 2
Since ancient times, the moon has entrusted the feelings of many people. Over the years, countless literati and poets have written poems about the moon. In a year, I think the time that can make people miss the moon is August 15th. This is a very sacred time because this day is the Mid-Autumn Festival. This day is a day for family reunion, but when some people are in a different place, they can only express their sorrow and blessings to their family through the moon. Strolling on a remote dirt road, a few bamboo trees nearby were blowing in the wind, and the bamboo leaves looked faintly illuminated by the moonlight.
I looked up at the night sky and saw a bright moon hanging quietly in the center of the sky. There were a few white clouds dancing in the wind around the full moon. The moonlight from the moon reflected brilliantly on the lake surface. From time to time, the lake surface made some waves, and streaks of silver light reflected in front of my eyes, like one silver fish after another constantly beating on the lake surface. When there is no wind, the lake surface is as smooth as a flat mirror and like a flawless piece of white jade. I suddenly became interested, picked up a flat stone from the lake and threw it into the lake, causing ripples one after another. On the way home, I suddenly remembered a saying that an old man often said. The moon is particularly bright during the Mid-Autumn Festival. This sentence is indeed correct. Although it was late at night, there was no darkness surrounding me on the way home. The light cast by the full moon illuminated the way forward for me.
Since we were born under this land, the sun and moon have always been surrounding our heads. Some people say that the sun is hot, then I want to say that the moon is quiet; some people say that the sun is full of vitality, then I want to say that the moon breeds vitality; some people say that the sun's light is dazzling, and I want to say that the moon's light is soft. I think the moon is a gift from God to us. No wonder those literati often praise the moon. If we don’t really like the moon, then why do generations of people praise her? Essay on the topic of the moon 3
It was a quiet night, and a cool breeze came out of the window and blew my face.
Lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep. The black sky was covered with a few sparse stars, shining faintly. Among them, there is a moon like a silver disk - a moon on the fifteenth day of a summer night. There was a kind and gentle smile on her bright face. A few gray, thin clouds surround the moon, like a veil. After a while, a breeze blew, making the clouds look like a fairy dancing in the wind. The moonlight shines on the tulips in front of the window, making the flowers look even more charming. The moonlight shines on the windowsill, like a layer of frost. I am reminded of the poem "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai.
The bright moonlight and the cool night breeze blend together, making people feel very comfortable...
I looked at it, not only in awe of the moon. She, unknown to the public, always comes out in the dark night and dedicates all her property - the watery moonlight to people, so that they can find their way in the dark night. Many poets have described her in their poems, but she is not proud at all. Isn't her spirit valuable?
I went downstairs because I wanted to take a closer look at the moon, but I was very timid, let alone going out alone in this dark night. But the moon seemed to know it and used her light to help me illuminate the road ahead.
While walking on the road, I really hope that the moon will not leave me. I looked up and saw the moon following me. I think she was afraid that I would get lost. I tried to get rid of her, but she always stayed by my side. ah! The moon's heart is really the same as her appearance!
After a while, I found that the moonlight was gone. When I looked carefully, it turned out that the moon was hiding in the clouds. I was anxious. How could I get home without the moon to accompany me! I tried to run forward, wondering if I could bring the moon out, but I couldn't see the moon...
I stood blankly on the grass, feeling disappointed and anxious. Suddenly, The moonlight shone towards me. I looked up and saw it was the moon! It turns out that she didn't leave, but was playing hide and seek with me!
In this way, the moon sent me home, and we reluctantly left each other. Essay on the topic of the moon 4
Every night, when I go to bed, I am used to opening the curtains a crack. Sometimes, I don't like it when it's always dark outside. I like to see the bright moon outside, like a lightbulb, or like a boat.
The legend about the moon is very attractive. I heard on TV that Chang'e once lived on the moon. When I was young, I really believed it. Now think about it, the moon is minus 27 degrees Celsius at night, would Chang'e live there? And her little rabbit, won't it freeze to death?
The sun has rising sun, rising sun, setting sun, setting sun, setting sun, scorching sun, scorching sun... The moon is classified into new moon, crescent moon, first quarter moon, gibbous moon, full moon, last quarter moon... I can't tell the difference between them. Maybe the crescent moon is the boat we are talking about? Full moon - I know this, the moon is as round as a mooncake. I’ve been seeing the full moon lately, it’s so bright! Occasionally, I can still see the surrounding clouds. The clouds move and the moon appears. The clouds move again and the moon disappears again. Sometimes, I still like to look at the moon. Looking at light bulbs can be dazzling, looking at the sun can make you feel hot, and the moon, which only appears at night, always gives off a cold air.
I wonder if others have noticed that there are very few stars around the fifteenth day of the moon? Of course, there are indeed few stars in the city. The fifteenth moon is so soft, and the faint moonlight makes people seem to have entered a fairy tale world. Stars, why are you so shy because you can't compare to the moon?
Under the faint moonlight, every household turned on the lights, which reflected the bustle of the city. Moon! An unreachable star. The ball can be appreciated by people in this city. You don't have the dazzling light of the sun, you are always modest and nonchalant. How is the "Chang'e" above? Essay on the topic of the moon 5
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the streets are filled with colorful lanterns, every house is full of festive atmosphere, and the city is filled with a bustling and lively atmosphere.
After dinner, I came to the balcony early and waited for the round moon to rise. The setting sun slowly sets in the west with its afterglow and a trace of nostalgia. When the sun disappears below the horizon, the sky slowly darkens. Dusk gradually enveloped the entire earth, and a bronze-colored moon climbed up to the treetops. I suddenly discovered that the bronze-colored full moon was much larger than usual. It really looked like a gong. The gray shadows on it were clearly visible, making the moon look like a Peking opera. The big painted face.
At this time, the night was getting darker again, and the moon slowly turned from bronze to golden yellow. The faint clouds next to it seemed to be infected and turned golden yellow. The moon slowly appeared in the clouds. Moving slowly, it sometimes covered half of the body, as if wearing a golden skirt. It disappears without a trace from time to time, leaving only a faint halo, like a shy little girl who refuses to come out, which is really unpredictable.
The moon passed through layers of veil-like clouds and hung high in the sky. The moon is so cute at this time. As white as a piece of flawless white jade. As round as a jade plate. At this time, the moonlight was like water and became softer. The bright and bright moonlight sprinkled selflessly on the earth, illuminating the earth like daylight and covering everything with a veil. The white silhouette of the moon is reflected in the lake, making the river mysterious. The breeze blew the lake surface, causing ripples and wrinkles on the moon's round face. From time to time, small fish came to join in the fun. There were dots of silver light on the lake, as if someone had thrown a lot of broken silver into the lake.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the day when thousands of families reunite. Looking at this full moon, I think of the border guards guarding the border. In order to protect the motherland, they let us go home to reunite, but we cannot be reunited with our families. .
I think they will look at the bright moon to express their longing for their relatives in their hometown, just as Li Bai said in his poem, "Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown." Essay on the topic of the moon 6
When I was a child , I thought the moon was a yellow ball. When I got older, I thought the moon was a big lamp. Now, I think it is the sun in my heart. What exactly is the moon? Even those who have been to the moon may not be able to exhaust its mysteries! But I have a different opinion about the moon!
When I was a child, I would always see the small, sometimes round moon after eating every day. It looked particularly bright in the deep blue sky. I reached out to grab it, but I grabbed a handful of air. I thought to myself: This ball is much more fun than the ball at home! I was walking on the roadside and saw the moon walking and walking. I was very happy. The ball in the sky was still rolling! It's rolling with me! Every night, I would admire and look at this fresh "ball" by the window or by the roadside.
Looking at the moon at night has over time become an essential and happy time in the day. At this time, I have a new understanding of the moon. I look at the moon when I am troubled, I look at the moon when I am happy, the moon shares my troubles with me, and I look at the moon when I am happy. It seems to be a light for me, illuminating my love for life and the road ahead. I looked at the moon as if it was telling it what I had seen and heard throughout the day, and it seemed to give me a satisfactory answer when it shined its light on me. We just talked like this, talking with our hearts.
Finally, I grew up. At this time, the moon seemed to be growing too. It was no longer a yellow ball or a big light, but the sun in my heart. The sun is hot and the moon is soft. I like the sun as much as I like the moon. The sun in my heart keeps sparkling, and it is this spark that ignites my love for learning and my longing for the future. It’s the moon; it’s the moon; it’s the moon! It is it, it is it that helps the little stars around me, and it even helps me! Whenever I feel lost, sparks begin to bloom in large numbers, as if fireworks are set off in my heart. If there are too many fireworks, they occupy the position of loss and trouble in my heart, and what greets me is joy and joy!
Moon, your selflessness and your feelings deeply moved me. As long as others look at you, you will give everything you have to others. How deeply you feel for everyone! Essay on the topic of the moon 7
During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, it had escaped from the clouds. A full moon came into view, and only a shallow light showed on the ground. My cousin circled his hands in an O shape. Come to the moon, pick up the moon cake, whether it is azalea, cactus, or small apple tree, I wish everyone.
Half an hour had passed, and occasionally a small fish emerged.
When I got home, my cousin lassoed the moon! The moon in the sky has changed a bit. The moon looks like a small moon, it has become a first quarter moon, and there are seven or eight small stars. !Under the moonlight, without knowing it, oh, it’s still a rose. My two cousins ??and I went upstairs to enjoy the moon.
They are like loyal guards.
The moon is pure and flawless in my heart, waiting day and night. Take another bite, this moon cake is round, it is a beautiful memory, but quietly, the small garden beside us is sprinkled with Silver powder.
My cousin shouted: Come and take a look! At first glance, we were illuminated by the moon and stars, and the river surface did not shine as widely as it did during the day. That night.
One person at a time, everything is so beautiful, ah.
You can catch a moon every year, the little stars in the sky blink, and there are white egrets flying over the river.
It always gives us light at night. We walked downstairs and looked at the river from a different angle.
I took a big gulp and was turned into silver by the Moonlight Fairy. We stood up, and there were willow trees and tall camphor trees. This Mid-Autumn Festival is a great day, as if to say: What are you doing? Can we enter other people's gardens? We were on the roof and walked into the small garden. We put two newspapers on the ground and sat down. There was still half of the small moon, and there were purple clouds around it.
Beside the river.
The moon was blocked, and a dark cloud floated over. I took out three mooncakes, leaving an indelible memory in my memory, and opened the door on the roof. Essay on the topic of the moon 8
When a bright moon rises in the sky, the night gradually dissipates, and the animals gather under the moon. Each of them is looking up at the moon without saying anything, but From the look in their eyes, everyone knew that their idea was very stupid. The idea is: What does the moon taste like?
One night, when the moon rose again, the mouse and the duck came up with the idea of ????tasting the moon. The other little animals all agreed. Not only did no one laugh at them, they also said one after another: "Take us with you!"
After that, a large team set off. When they reached the top of the mountain, they were stumped by a problem. This problem was that the moon was too high. How could the little mice and ducks reach it? At this moment, the elephant thought of a way: an animal stood on On the back of another animal - a ladder. The animal ladder was quickly set up.
But just when the little mouse was about to touch the moon, the moon suddenly disappeared. The animals also fell from the sky.
They looked at the dark night sky, and a big question mark occupied their minds: Who took away the moon?
While they were thinking hard, a blue-footed boobies appeared in the distance. Was slowly eating his moon sandwich, the sun baking in the warm stove. He was floating in the air and listening to music, feeling very comfortable.
After a while, Grandpa Goat immediately identified the person who stole the moon, and that person was the blue-footed boobies. All the animals said: "What? I've never heard of it before."
Grandpa Goat said that he had heard before that there was a blue-footed booby with magical powers. He said that he wanted to control the entire universe. But with his current ability, he can only take away the moon. The blue boobies live in the blue castle in the blue mountains.
When everyone trekked to the blue-footed boobies home, it turned out that the blue-footed boobies were slowly growing. Enjoying the moon sandwich. When the blue-footed boobies spotted the animals, they were so surprised that they hid the sandwiches. But the animals had been snooping outside for a long time and had already seen this scene. They found the sandwiches and put the moon back.
Although the animals did not eat the moon in the end, they were still very happy. Composition 9 on the topic of the moon
On the autumn night, the moon rose, rising from behind the building.
Have you washed in the fountain? The moon disk is so bright, the moonlight is so bright, lighting up the tall buildings, lighting up the big and small trees beside the path, and also illuminating the sky. The winding avenues and paths are lit up...
At this time, our family likes to take a leisurely walk on the moonlit path, looking at the big trees under the moonlight, looking at the swings under the moonlight, and watching Look at the "silver carpet" under the moonlight.
The paths in the community have not been repaired yet and are covered with a lot of sand and stones. Listen, the cicadas and crickets are holding a concert under the moonlight. If it were during the day, butterflies would also be attracted and dance from time to time!
My brother and I rode scooters to look for the moon. We shuttled back and forth between the upstairs rooms, looking, looking, looking. , finally found it! The naughty moon, it turns out that it is playing hide and seek with us!
This time, I stared at the moon, not giving it a chance to escape. Huh? What is the dark shadow on the moon? Could it be that Sister Chang'e had a cold, and the little Jade Rabbit was giving her cold medicine? Could it be Wu Gang cutting down the osmanthus tree? Or was the Queen Mother visiting Guanghan Palace? It's possible. Let's do it!
This time the moon never ran away, but followed us obediently like a big bodyguard. I couldn't help but think of my grandma in Hangzhou. Did she miss us under the moon like me? "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles away from me!" So I called her and told her. My thoughts.
The night became quieter, even the crickets and cicadas stopped playing, but the moonlight became brighter, as if a huge hand was touching me and the earth.
Ah! What a wonderful night!