The sixth paragraph of "Walking the Moon" mainly writes about the beautiful sights that "I" and my mom saw when we "walked the moon" on the village road under the moonlight, as well as the thoughts and feelings that "I" had caused by these sights. "I am not sure what I am thinking about. In this article, I organized this paragraph of the imitation, the need for small partners quickly collect it!
Imitation of a fragment:
Pond, round lotus leaves above the drops of pure dew, silver moonlight, like a small round pebbles plated with a layer of silver, shining. Numerous lotus leaves were clustered together, one after another, and dewdrop after dewdrop, like a huge dark green jade plate holding a string of crystalline pearls. At a closer look, each pearl is embedded with an onyx-like moon, as if countless stars fell on the jade disk, lighting up the dark pond with candles, illuminating the quiet pond. Oh, mother, in the moonlight, you walk around the pond, and I was looking for pearls ...... Oh, mother, let's go to the pond, to see those crystal clear pearls, to see that huge jade disk, to see the place where I have looked for pearls
The path by the pond has become new, and the original bumpy dirt, has been planted with grass. I have planted grass and leveled the path. I walked on this simple path, looking up at the moon, covered by tree branches, hidden, totems are divided by the black branches, gazing down at the stone path, moonlight through the branches, showing "zebra pattern". My mom and I walked on the path, like stepping on the plum blossom pile, you jumped, I stepped on, playfully, breaking the tranquility of the moonlight.
imitation fragment two:I do not know when, the moon ran out of the clouds, illuminated the earth, the lotus pond was illuminated like a layer of gold gauze paved as bright, the small fish seem to wear a gold dance dress, in the water for everyone to dance. I remember when I was a child, my mother held my little hand, and my mother's hand is also so soft and warm. Walking to the island, the pond next to it is so bright. Oh, it turns out that the lotus pond embraces a big, round moon. The water was so clear that it could see my mom and me. We were silent, as if remembering the hide-and-seek we used to play. Occasionally, frogs can be heard singing and birds chirping around the lake.
In the evening after dinner, my father and I went for a walk in the neighborhood. As we walked, I suddenly realized that it was so bright tonight, and when I looked up, I found the moon hanging in the sky, but it was blocked by some trees. So my dad took me to the creek not far from home to look at the moon. The moon was high and round, hanging in the sky, and the stars were shining beautifully. Those stars were like having a party with the moon, the stars were dancing next to the moon, and the moon was like a bright lamp in the center, illuminating those lovely stars.
At night, the moon is very full, mom and dad took me and my brother to "walk the moon", we came to the river, the breeze blew gently, the leaves rustle, rustle. I looked up to the moon, the moon is so bright, so soft, as if a glowing golden plate. Listen carefully to the birds singing and the cicadas reading aloud. The wind passed by the wildflowers, and the fragrance of those wildflowers wafted everywhere; the wind passed by the river, and the originally calm river shook, and the thin microwaves ran toward us.
When we went home, we tilted our heads and looked at the moon, and realized that it was following us and sending us home!
Imitation Fragment 5:The sun was sinking in the west and soon disappeared below the horizon. As night fell, the moon led the stars into the dark sky. Before that, I had stepped out to wait for the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The pond that surrounds the garden for a week has been cleaned and looks beautiful under the moonlight, the tranquil water reflects the osmanthus flowers beside the pond, and with the sound of square dancing in the atrium and the sound of stones falling into the water, this Mid-Autumn Festival looks lively and joyful.
The moon illuminates the path, the path that connects the moonlight to the house. The smell of food wafts from the house. Is it grapes? Is it soup? Or mooncakes? It's all there. In the moonlight, the food is no longer its own color, but the yellowish color of the moon.
What a wonderful Mid-Autumn Festival! The moonlight lights up the paths, the pools, the houses, and the hearts of all of us.
The above is the parody of the sixth natural paragraph of Walking the Moon that I have organized for you, I hope you like it.