1. A 300-word composition on stories under the moonlight
A composition on stories under the moonlight
It was getting late, and the moon with a golden rim finally rose. Get up! Only one or two stars can be seen in the distant sky, shining faintly. I leaned on the railing of the E-Huang Bridge and looked at the river. The Yangtze River, which had been surging all day, calmed down and flowed quietly under the moonlight. Occasionally one or two small fish jump on the water surface. The reeds by the river make a "swishing" sound when blown by the breeze. The moon sheds its transparent light all over the sky, just like the sky pouring nectar-like rain into the reeds. The moistened reeds look particularly vibrant. "Grandpa, what is that round thing? Is it candy?" A childish voice came into my ears. I looked around and saw a little boy in the hands of an old man sucking a lollipop and pointing at the bright moon in the sky. I understood. It turned out that the little boy was referring to the moon. The grandfather looked at his grandson in surprise after hearing this, and then looked up at the moon. The little boy opened his head and looked around, feeling very restless. At this time, grandpa kept telling stories. I walked over and listened carefully, ah, the story of "Chang'e flying to the moon" that I am familiar with. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy, her name was Chang'e..." The old grandfather was talking, with his uneven teeth exposed. He was stroking his beard. Under the moonlight, his bronze face became a little pale. The cheekbones are also high. The little boy listened, holding his head and thinking hard. He seemed to be thinking about what that round thing was? The old man laughed as he looked at his grandson. After a while, the old man became very serious. "Tuantuan, that's the moon." The old man paused, pointed at the moon and said, "Look, it spreads all the moonlight to the ground and shines its energy on humans, but it is exhausted." The look in the little boy's eyes With tears in his eyes, I think he must have been moved by the moon. Looking at the backs of their grandfather and grandson, I can't help but stand in awe of the moon: she is unknown, always coming out in the dark to provide light for people walking at night; she is upright and selfless, dedicating all her property - the watery moonlight to As a human being, isn't her spirit valuable? Under the moonlight, people are living a happy life... 2. Story under the moonlight essay 300 words for fourth grade
The night under the moonlight The night here is soft, without a trace of chill The night here is It was quiet, with a few insects chirping very clearly. The night here is beautiful, intoxicating, and makes people forget to leave. I am deeply obsessed with this night, standing on the room, the breeze gently caressing me. Like a kind mother caressing her child, I raised my head and let the fragrant air flow with the wind and bathe my heart. There was no darkness around me. The night here is clear. Yes, the sky is full of stars, blinking like a child's bright eyes; the round moon emits bunches of soft yellow light. It spreads all over the earth, and also illuminates the nearby clouds with a light yellow color; The flowers and woods in the distance are vague in this night; the leaves are shiny, like the morning dew that clears after heavy rain; the pink flowers are swaying gently in the gentle breeze. , full of the charm of poetry. The night is short, which makes people feel beautiful and reluctant to leave. This night is natural. She is soft, she is quiet, she is beautiful. I love this beautiful night. Under the moonlight Holding the hot coffee with a smile, it was warm. The sky seemed to be painted with black paint, dark, with a few stars hanging sparsely, really like diamonds. What was incompatible with this beautiful scenery was that I The mood. My figure looks even more desolate and powerless in the moonlight. If possible, I would like to let the fallen flowers and willows surround me and never come back to life. "Sister, come and see, how are these gloves?" My sister called loudly. Looking at me. A figure disappeared in the moonlight. "Well, it's beautiful." I tried my best to pretend to be happy so that my sister wouldn't worry about me. "Yeah, I'll give it to you!" My sister said sweetly. Smiling, that laughter is like the warm sun melting icebergs. "Thank you, sister." A slight smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, like cold water that has not yet been heated. Holding this exquisite glove, I smiled, leaving an eternal smile in the moonlight. Suddenly, I felt that these gloves were so heavy, like the whole world.
3. Story composition under the moonlight, 300 words for fourth grade
Night under the moonlight
The night here is soft, without a trace of chill
The night here is quiet, with a few chirping of insects, which is particularly clear.
The night here is beautiful, intoxicating, and makes people forget to leave.
I was deeply infatuated with this night. I stood on the room, and the breeze gently caressed me. Just like a kind mother caressing her child. I raised my head and let the fragrant air flow with it. The flow of the wind bathes my heart, and I can't feel the darkness around me.
The night here is clear, and the sky is full of stars, blinking like the bright eyes of a child;
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The round moon emits bunches of soft yellow light. It spreads all over the earth, and also illuminates the nearby clouds with a light yellow light; the flowers and woods in the distance, in this night, Faintly, if there is nothing;
The leaves are shiny, like the morning dew that clears after heavy rain;
The pink flowers are gently blowing in the gentle breeze. The shaking is full of the charm of poetry.
The night is short, which makes people feel beautiful and reluctant to leave.
This night is natural. She is gentle, She is quiet, she is beautiful.
I love this beautiful night.
Smile under the moonlight
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The sky seems to have been rendered with black paint, dark, with a few stars hanging sparsely, really like diamonds.
What is incompatible with this beautiful scenery is that I am at this moment mood.
My figure looks even more desolate and powerless in the moonlight. If possible, I would like to let the fallen flowers and willows surround me and never come back to life.
"Sister, come here. "Look, how are these gloves?" My sister called me loudly.
A figure disappeared in the moonlight.
"Well, they look good." I tried my best. I pretended to be happy so that my sister wouldn't worry about me.
"Yes, I give it to you!" My sister smiled sweetly, and her laughter was like the warm sun melting icebergs.
"Thank you, sister." A slight smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, like cold water that has not been heated.
Holding this exquisite glove, I I smiled, leaving an eternal smile in the moonlight.
Suddenly, I felt that these gloves were so heavy, like the whole world. 4. An essay about moonlight of about 300 words
It was late at night and I gently opened the curtains. Unexpectedly, the rustling sound of the curtains broke the tranquility of the summer night. Looking up, the moon is hiding in the beautiful attic in the night sky, peeking into the world with half of its face exposed, listening to the movements of the world calmly. She used her jade-like fingers to sprinkle a piece of pure and full silver light, covering everything with a peaceful silver veil. Hazy in the quiet summer night, like shadows and blurs.
I don’t know when, the moon left the attic and went out for a walk. Her round white face looked like jewels from time to time. Shining on my face, a soft feeling suddenly penetrated my body, making me intoxicated.
There is only the full moonlight in my eyes. The moonlight has been filled with moonlight in the flashing quiet night. The wind blows from the darkness, bringing you a gentle and refreshing feeling. Stars ignited high in the night sky, chasing and shining with the moonlight. Looking at this beautiful night sky, it is like a colorful picture scroll and a phantom dream.
The water-like moonlight also depicts a water-like moonlight night. The strong wind could not blow away the moonlight, and the night was still silent. Under the dim moonlight, the car was also covered with a layer of moonlight. Various insects sang in the grass, and the sound was extremely beautiful. Mountain peaks, woods, and villages appear even more dim and distant under the bright moonlight.
The moon rose higher and higher. From the high night sky, she looked down at me with her deep and quiet eyes. At that moment, I fell madly in love with the moonlight in the starry sky. 5. A 300-word composition about stories under the moonlight
My grandfather was born in the evil old society, and his grandparents died because of the plague in the village.
My grandfather’s mother was only four or five years old at the time, but she was determined to start a family and start a business of her own, so she took up the burden of life and went to work regardless of the severe cold or the scorching heat. One time, a migrant worker in the same village told her: "I'll have a rest tomorrow!" In order to earn more money, her grandfather's mother hurriedly said, "I don't want to rest, I still want to work!" Everyone laughed: "What an idiot. .
"Time flies, and more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Grandpa's mother has grown up. She has her own family, and has given birth to five sons and two daughters. There are so many mouths waiting for food. Waiting for their mother to feed them.
"At that time, the rice vat was often empty, and even grass roots, bean leaves, and tree bark were eaten. I even ate the bran fed to pigs!" Grandpa frowned slightly under the moonlight. "What does it smell like?" I asked curiously.
"It's rough and bitter, my throat feels like needles pricking me, and I can't pass stool the next day!" I was about to laugh, but when I saw my parents looking serious in the moonlight, I immediately stopped chewing. .
At this time, the moon was at its zenith, and our family continued to listen to grandpa talk about his past.
Later, because my grandfather was the eldest son of the family, he took on the burden of the family at a very young age. When I was only seven or eight years old, I had to go to the fields to plant rice and pick seedlings.
There were many leeches in the fields at that time, which stung my grandfather's legs full of holes. Sometimes when he went to take a bath at home, he would realize that there was still a leech stinging on the instep or somewhere, and he would pull it off with all his strength, and the blood would It just flows down. When my grandfather was twelve or thirteen years old, he had a new job - herding cattle for the landlord from morning to night every day, just to have a meal and reduce the family's rations.
This may be the only happy time in my grandfather's childhood. Grandpa said that cows are very aggressive, and the sharp horns on their heads are like two sharp knives.
But grandpa was not afraid of it. He took the bamboo whip and whipped it with a "swish-swish-swish" sound. The cow immediately narrowed its wide-open blood-red eyes and shook its head slightly.
Then grandpa said "Hey", rode on the back of the cow, and watched it eat green grass.
The breeze was still blowing, and the moon was high in the western sky. After listening to grandpa's "nagging", it was midnight in the middle of summer, and the family gradually dispersed, but grandpa's story, soaked by the moonlight, was deeply imprinted in my heart. 6. A 300-word essay about the moon
1. I love the moon, its purity, its eternity, and its mystery.
In the evening I went out early and waited for the moonrise.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the earth was shrouded in a hazy night. Moon Girl quietly showed her round smiling face and looked down at the vast earth. The villages, mountains, rivers and fields are like lifelike jade sculptures, solemn and beautiful.
The river that has been running all day flows slowly under the bright moonlight. The evening breeze blows, and the waves sparkle, like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the water. There are many people enjoying the cool air on the beach by the river, relaxing and leisurely. Even the singing, laughing, and talking sounds are as soft and harmonious as the moon.
The moon is rising higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building. She looked down at the earth and spread her light. The bright moon was in the sky. I squinted my eyes and saw the blurry scenery in the bright moon. Is it a mountain? Is it water? Is it the sky? Is it clouds? Or my shadow?
"Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon first shine on people?" Although I am not the first person to see the moon, one thing is certain, that is the selflessness of the moon, the moon's Silent dedication, and her sense of mystery that prompts human beings to continue to explore. Perhaps the dark spots on the moon are mountains with treasures waiting to be explored.
Ah, the moon, you are a gurgling stream, sending people emotional living water all the time. You are the doting child of literati in the past, making their writings remain young and brilliant for thousands of years. You have accompanied mankind through the long years, the vicissitudes of the sea, the mountains and the plains. Your rich experience and your weathered beauty will always make people in the world feel like they are facing an enlightened eminent monk - elusive but out of reach. Your purity, eternity, and mystery will always be favored in the long river of time and space, and win the infinite attachment and praise of the world.
2. When the sky slowly darkened, I was alone on the handrail of the balcony, looking up at the sky, waiting for the moon to appear.
After a while, the moon appeared in the sky. The shallow, shy moon stuck out its little head. Thinking that there was no movement, it turned around and appeared in the sky. In an instant, a bright light seemed to be hung in the dark sky, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze. I looked at the moon hanging in the sky and thought about it... But after a while, the moon disappeared surrounded by dark clouds. How disappointing! But I am still waiting for the moon to appear.
About half an hour later, the moon appeared in the sky again. This time it was more crystal clear and brighter than the last time. Suddenly, a cloud floated in the sky, covering Yue'er's beautiful face. At this time, Yue'er used her clear light to cover the clouds with a shallow golden edge. Golden clouds and charming moon are embedded in the black sky, which looks particularly comfortable.
After a few more hours, the moon disappeared again and the sky became dark. But I still can't help but daydream... I want to fly to the sky, I want to have closer contact with the moon!
It’s very late, and the moon probably won’t come out today, but I’m still on the balcony, looking up at the sky, and continuing to wait for the moon to appear... 7. A 300-word composition about the moon
The moon is great. Why do you say that? Because the moon reflects the brilliance of the sun, it acts as a setter and dedicates light to people when they need it most. With the light at night, people especially love the moon. The moon replaces the street lights. This light in the darkness is so precious, and it makes people's hearts light up. The moon in the night sky not only illuminates the sky, mountains, nature, and the earth, but also illuminates the human soul. The moon, the beacon in the night of the soul.
The moon is sad again. Her pain is known only to herself. In the silent night, she was lonely, without any close friends to accompany her, and without any liveliness of human voices. There was only a watery void and boundless loneliness.
What else can she do? She had no choice but to shine her weak light on Huanyu to relieve her boredom and create some positive feelings. This was perhaps her most substantial relief.
The moon is even more warm. She accompanies people walking, travels tired from the journey, and comforts relatives far away. Just as Li Bai wrote in his poem, "There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to miss my hometown." The moon is full of humanistic care. He does not despise anyone. When you are happy, you are sad. Whenever you are at a loss, she is always your good friend and will talk to you.
The moon does not always go well. Sometimes it is thin, pitiful, and curved, as if something has bent her back due to labor, like a lonely boat. The tsunami and huge waves in the vast sky are like a sickle that is always working, which is tiring. Seeing the crescent moon, the poets of the Song Dynasty sighed: "The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows. This cannot be done in ancient times." 8. With the title "Under the Moonlight"
The shadow of the moon has gradually become rounder, and the fragrance of flowers and the bright moonlight are buried in the bag of memory. I want to carry the flower sachet and wander in the silent night, spreading the intoxicating fragrance in the air, so that those people can be intoxicated together...
The night sky tonight is beautiful, The boundless ink blue sets the background of the night. The stars also danced and sang songs, spreading their light for the full moon. Of course, the protagonist is still the full moon. Even though it is full, it is actually not dissatisfied. There are always a few imperfections and a few regrets.
I strolled leisurely in the gentleness of the moonlight, letting the moonlight moisten my body.
I think of the gatherings under the moon and the chapters of poetry sprinkled under the moon. I smiled unconsciously, laughing at this poetic life and poetic picture.
I remember that in the first year of junior high school, we were still a group of childish teenagers, wandering in the whirlpool of youth. On Children's Day, there was a water balloon fight in the dormitory, which immediately "scrubbed" every dormitory. We are intoxicated with innocence and children's music, eliminating all worries and reveling along with the festival. The Children's Day in the second year of the Lunar New Year did not belong to us, but we couldn't resist the interest and gathered a few female generals to play the game of eagle catching chicks. Although it was rainy that day and the floor was slippery, the joy had already eliminated all the pain of slipping.
The moon hid in the clouds, and the moonlight shot through the gaps in the clouds and shot around, dyeing the pool water beautifully. There are reflections of memories and traces of time in the water. I wrote the word "乐" on the water with my fingers, one stroke at a time, and it quickly merged with the water. In fact, it is so easy for happiness to blend into us.
I continue to stroll in the poetic night with an idle heart.
I remembered the balcony on the 6th floor. How many people were there chatting with the moonlight and recounting their frustrations. They gathered in groups of twos and threes, where they confided their youthful troubles and shed painful tears. Whenever it is quiet at night, there will always be someone there who is silent, enjoying the silence of the night, the beauty of the night, and their own chaotic thoughts. There will always be someone who will come forward to enjoy it with her and eliminate her worries.
I will always watch quietly and enjoy such a tender picture.
Nowadays, many people have gone their separate ways.
The moonlight is coming, the moon is embedded in the sky, the silver light is shining, all things in the world, and all kinds of human conditions, are all showing the moonlight. Under the moonlight sky, there are two figures, one tall and one low, swaying in Xinghu Park. The lower one is me, the higher one is my dad. We're running a race. Dad wore a pair of shiny leather shoes, and two bunches of keys jingled with the rhythm of his footsteps. He was seen running forward with light steps and head held high. And I followed enthusiastically. The moonlight is like our sparring partner, accompanying us all the way. The moonlight is like a cheerleader, encouraging us to work harder and harder. One lap, two laps... As time goes by, our steps gradually become heavier. "Are you tired, young man?" Dad asked me provocatively. "Hmph! Not tired!" I replied bravely. "Then keep running." The clanging key sounded again... In fact, I feel that father's love should be as heavy as Mount Tai or as broad as the sea. Running with his son under the moonlight is another way to show his father's love. like. As a son, I feel even more blessed to have a father who is so companionable and considerate to me. Dad is the backbone of the family and my mentor and role model in life. My father is very busy at work, but I am deeply touched that my father can take some time out of his busy schedule to run with me. I was thinking as I ran. Dad under the moonlight, his posture is so standard, his face looks particularly amiable, and crystal beads of sweat "fall" from his face drop by drop, "Are you tired? I can't see you." "Who said that! I...I'm not tired at all..." I replied breathlessly, my feet felt like lead. The clanking keys sounded again along the silver moonlight... This sound inspired me like a horn. Move forward bravely. Finally, after trying many times, I couldn't resist anymore and fell down on the grass, lying comfortably with my hands and feet stretched out to form a small "big" shape. He also fell on the grass with me, forming a big "big" shape. The two "big" shapes were tightly connected and engraved on the lawn under the moonlight.
On the green grass, under the bright moonlight, in my memory, it is like a permanent statue, leaving me with 9. The river under the moonlight (300 words essay)
The river under the moonlight Tang
Today, we came to the beautiful mountains and beautiful lands of Yuhang to start a strawberry picking trip.
We came to the farm, played games for a while, and then went to have lunch. After eating the delicious farm food, we finally picked strawberries. Auntie chose a shed for us with strawberries "everywhere" and we went in. The strawberries there were so red. I picked a strawberry that was "red all over". It tasted warm, a little sour and a little sweet, and it was delicious. We girls only choose red ones; while those boys with extremely peculiar tastes choose "Big Mac", half-red and half-green "poison strawberries", and some choose mutant forms: "twins", "teeth", It's a bit miserable. Although some strawberries are said to be "all over the place", they are not sweet at all. After many tests, we came to the conclusion: Strawberries need to be white on the head and red on the body to taste good; but if the whole body is red, they may not taste good. We jumped up and down in the aisle flexibly. As long as someone said the strawberries here are red, we would immediately cross over there; if someone said the strawberries there were bigger, we would rush there again. Because everyone likes to eat strawberries. We also rated the strawberries with honorary titles such as "Big Mac", "The Reddest of the Year", "The Biggest of the Year", etc., and then they were eaten by their respective owners. Haha, you are in trouble for the person who picked the "poisonous strawberry". Strawberries that are half green and half red must have a unique flavor! In order to let the mothers outside also try these strawberries, we also wrapped a few strawberries in napkins and brought them to them. Finally, we had sugar cane, which was equally delicious.
This strawberry picking activity is over. The strawberries are sweet in your mouth, beautiful in your heart, and remain in your memory. 10. Please write an essay about the moon (300 words)
Best answer 1. I love the moon, her purity, her eternity, and her mystery.
In the evening I went out early and waited for the moonrise.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the earth was shrouded in a hazy night. Moon Girl quietly showed her round smiling face and looked down at the vast earth. The villages, mountains, rivers and fields are like lifelike jade sculptures, solemn and beautiful.
The river that has been running all day flows slowly under the bright moonlight. The evening breeze blows, and the waves sparkle, like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the water. There are many people enjoying the cool air on the beach by the river, relaxing and leisurely. Even the singing, laughing, and talking sounds are as soft and harmonious as the moon.
The moon is rising higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building. She looked down at the earth and spread her light. The bright moon was in the sky. I squinted my eyes and saw the blurry scenery in the bright moon. Is it a mountain? Is it water? Is it the sky? Is it clouds? Or my shadow?
"Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon first shine on people?" Although I am not the first person to see the moon, one thing is certain, that is the selflessness of the moon, the moon's Silent dedication, and her sense of mystery that prompts human beings to continue to explore. Perhaps the dark spots on the moon are mountains with treasures waiting to be discovered.
Ah, the moon, you are a gurgling stream, sending people emotional living water all the time. You are the doting child of literati in the past, making their writings remain young and brilliant for thousands of years. You have accompanied mankind through a long period of time, through vicissitudes of life, high mountains and flat lands. Your rich experience and your weathered beauty will always make people in the world feel like they are facing an eminent monk who has attained enlightenment - elusive but out of reach. Your purity, eternity, and mystery will always be favored by the long river of time and space, and win the infinite attachment and praise of the world.
2. When the sky slowly darkened, I was alone on the handrail of the balcony, looking up at the sky, waiting for the moon to appear.
After a while, the moon appeared in the sky. The shallow, shy moon stuck out its little head. Thinking that there was no movement, it turned around and appeared in the sky. In an instant, a bright light seemed to be hung in the dark sky, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze. I looked at the moon hanging in the sky and thought about it... But after a while, the moon disappeared surrounded by dark clouds. How disappointing! But I am still waiting for the moon to appear.
About half an hour later, the moon appeared in the sky again. This time it was more crystal clear and brighter than the last time. Suddenly, a cloud floated in the sky, covering Yue'er's beautiful face. At this time, Yue'er used her clear light to cover the clouds with a shallow golden edge. Golden clouds and charming moon are embedded in the black sky, which looks particularly comfortable.
After a few more hours, the moon disappeared again and the sky became dark.
But I still can't help but daydream... I want to fly to the sky, I want to have closer contact with the moon!
It’s already very late, and the moon probably won’t come out today, but I’m still on the balcony, looking up at the sky, and continuing to wait for the moon to appear...