? Except my comrades, Mingyue's excellent composition 1 The setting sun gave the earth a silence, waiting for the arrival of the moonlight. The moon was so bright last night. Looking at the moon between cities with high-rise buildings, there is a different feeling in my heart.
My mother and I were in the street when we suddenly looked up and saw a gentle and casual radiation. Looking up, it turned out to be moonlight. Moonlight corresponds to light, and the brightness of moonlight cannot be recognized.
I happened to be standing by a tree. I saw a bright moon on the treetops. Without the cover of dark clouds, it is like a brilliant and flawless flower on the treetop, standing proudly in the world, really like the "Snow Moon" in "The Wind, Flowers and Snow Moon"
Look at it from another angle. Just a few steps later, the white cake disappeared. Is it covered by dark clouds? Oh, no, it is blocked by a huge building. The building is tall, wide and big, just like a man on high. It faces the moon, but it seems to ignore the moon and stand proudly and stupidly. My heart felt the cold of the city.
Mother suggested that we go to the suburbs of Jiangnan to see the moon. Along the way, I witnessed the strength of the "multi-storey arch moon" and the coldness of the disappearance of the moon shadow. Of course, when it appeared, the moonlight was only blocked in the air at least 30 meters above the ground. I can only feel my eyes and the polluted moonlight in the air.
Find a quiet place in Jiangnan. There are no tall houses standing in the distant mountains, but you can vaguely hear the noisy voices there and see the little sparks there. The powerful neon lights polluted the moonlight, and the signs on the distant mountains occupied part of my eyes. When our eyes are looking forward to looking for the moon, we can only "enjoy" Leng Yue in May from the gap of the bridge!
There are no tall buildings in Jiangnan, but people's footprints are still there. It seems that a few years later, it is also a city.
I feel the cold of that city again.
Besides my comrade, Mingyue's excellent composition II.
In the Tang Dynasty, it was very popular to enjoy and play with the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Yue Bai said that he hoped to pray for the peace of Luna. In the Southern Song Dynasty, people gave mooncakes to each other to show the full moon. Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the customs of Mid-Autumn Festival have become more popular, such as solve riddles on the lanterns and enjoying the moon. On this night, the moon is the protagonist and also represents the party. Both mainland compatriots and Chinese overseas Chinese will invariably look forward to the bright moon in the starry sky. In this bright moon, countless people miss their hometown and relatives, and countless people regret that they cannot be reunited.
Now it's another Mid-Autumn Festival. We have been sitting on the balcony waiting for the moon to rise before the night falls. And everyone, chatting and joking is also coming from time to time.
As the sun sets, the night falls, the voices fade away, and the sound of playing ball is no longer heard. Everyone looked at the moon quietly. The evening breeze with earthy breath blows on the face to better set off the tranquility of this moment.
The moon finally emerged from the top of the mountain. The shy moon girl was very embarrassed and tore a cloud to cover herself. But no matter how shy you are, you can't resist the enthusiasm of others! In the cheers of people, she finally got up the courage and bravely stepped into the sky. The moon continued to rise from the thin cloud like blue tulle, stopped at the top of the mountain and waved hello to everyone.
I sucked the juice in my hand and listened to the old people telling legendary stories. The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon-Mid-Autumn Uprising against Yuan Wugang's felling of Guangxi ... The most familiar goddess is the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon: Chang 'e stole her husband's elixir of life, flew to the Moon Palace, and began a lonely life. After flying to the moon, there was nothing in Chang 'e's moon palace except a jade rabbit and a osmanthus tree. There is also a saying that there is a WU GANG in the Moon Palace who has been cutting down osmanthus trees. I want to chat with Chang 'e in the Moon Palace, and Doby Xiaoyu Rabbit comforts WU GANG who cut Guangxi ... Thinking of Chang 'e's loneliness and WU GANG's resentment, I can't help but think of my father who is far away from home. Since I was born, I can only see him once a year, and he can only reply to a letter every Mid-Autumn Festival. When I was a child, I was always told by my children that I had no father. Really, I was really angry and even wanted to hit them. If I can, I really want to take him to see him and gag them. But then I grew up slowly, and when I heard what they said, I was angry, but more was missing. Everyone says that the moon represents reunion. Why can't my father and I enjoy the moon, but we can't get together? How I wish the moon could really bring my thoughts to my father who is far away from home. ......
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I have deep feelings for overseas travelers. Since it is impossible to meet again, look up at the starry sky and the bright moon can still be enjoyed. Let her bring her thoughts to distant relatives. Although playing under the moon is not as popular as it used to be, there will still be a moon feast. Let's drink together to celebrate the reunion in asking for the moon, or send blessings to distant relatives and spend a good time with their families.
Although Mid-Autumn Festival means reunion, it is a beautiful moral, but in my opinion, it is more about missing. There are too many people who can't have a group garden. How can they be reunited? Our Mid-Autumn Festival should be not only a form, but also a beautiful symbol, which should be passed down, and we also have the responsibility to pass it down.
Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty also wrote lyrics for this, writing: People have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs, and it is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Besides my comrade, Mingyue's excellent composition 3
A bright moon, warm and soft, with one eye open and a thin shadow. Thousands of years of idle watching the wind and rain, flowers bloom and fall, several times of reincarnation, wandering around. There is a pot of muddy wine left, and the moon has not changed.
In ancient times, I knew that the moonlight in the courtyard was clear if the water was empty, and the algae in the water staggered to cover the shadows of bamboo and cypress. A poet, with a wisp of poetic fragrance and a layer of moonlight, bowed his head thoughtfully, or held his head high, sang loudly, dressed in a white robe, danced with long sleeves and was graceful. Moonlight is a gorgeous dress for poets, like milk, hair and neck, full of poetry, and there will be a faint fragrance of flowers when drunk; When the yarn is light, the sound is broken and scattered. All the scenery is as quiet as moonlight: the crows are sleeping quietly. So the poet looked at the bright moonlight and waved his pen: "When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year the palace in the sky is. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of beautiful buildings. I can't stand the cold at the top of the mountain. How can I dance to find the shadow? "
In the misty clouds of history, the bright moon is portrayed, poetized and splashed with ink into immortal poems; But he is as quiet, natural and pure as ever.
Up to now, in Alishan, the moonlight sings into a clear spring and gurgles out; Those dense shrubs, those towering trees, the chirping of birds and the chirping of frogs are intertwined, blended in the spring water of moonlight and soaked in fragrance. The bright moon, which has never changed, melts the scenery of Alishan and a woman's poetic meaning: the dress in the moonlight is like my youth/youth is like wine/can be drunk/tired/can be separated/but in the end, how much has changed between us/can't be forgotten. The bright moon still continues the glory of that year, still lingers in an environment beyond the world, still covered with poetry and full of flowers.
For thousands of years, I have pursued the inner; Thousands of times, I stared at you; Time has washed away the dust, but it has not changed your face; The river is at high tide, seedlings are in the forest, and geese come and go. What has not changed is the bright moon.
However, the heel of the times is ringing step by step. When we indulge in the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, everything is beyond recognition: rows of tall buildings, busy streets and neon lights confuse our sight. The bright moon is struggling to support a corner of a pure land, a pool of clear water, but no one looks up and accepts his love.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival night, the streets are particularly lively, and the words "Mid-Autumn Festival rewards" are posted everywhere in front of shopping malls. Crowds of pedestrians poured into the shopping mall from time to time, bustling. Hardcover moon cakes have gone up in price again. Ten dollars can only buy two wishing lights, and the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's CDs are out of stock. Light dulls everyone. Although everyone has a smile on his face, he can also see a trace of fatigue and emptiness. Occasionally look up at the moon, which is like a plate. The moonlight is still bright, but it can't penetrate the noisy streets and people's hearts.
Sadly, I found that the bright moon has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but people's hearts have changed.
Remember, the bright moon brings many thoughts and sighs. That is the poet "until, holding up my cup, I ask the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let us become three people." ; That is Dongpo's "Life is like a dream, and one statue is still on the moon"; That's Jia Xuan. "The bright moon surprises magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight."
Have you forgotten everything?
A bright moon, warm and soft, with one eye open and a thin shadow. Thousands of years of idle watching the wind and rain, flowers bloom and fall, several times of reincarnation, wandering around. There is a pot of muddy wine left, and the moon has not changed.
Yes, the bright moon hasn't changed. I only hope that people can sit quietly in the bustling world and then bow their heads to the bright moon to quench their thirst.