I walked alone in the yard in front of the door, and the bright moonlight fell from the sky and could be seen everywhere. I looked up at the sky, and the stars in the sky attracted my attention like countless bright lights ... "If God gave you a chance to be a star or a meteor, what would you choose?" This was once a question my friend asked me, and I was speechless at that time.
At this time, looking up at the stars in the sky, I began to think: should life be unknown and eternal like a star, or should it shine like a meteor in an instant and then disappear into the vast universe? In real life, I have seen countless stars: cleaners clean the streets before dawn every day; The teacher stood in front of the podium and taught the students the civilization of the times; The police uncle at the crossroads is directing traffic; Coastal defense soldiers guard our great motherland ... don't these unknown people deserve our praise? They are diligent and dedicated, but they never care how much they get. They stick to their posts day after day, year after year, just like the stars in the night sky, silently emitting starlight ... I love stars, I like their silence, and I admire their contribution. Thinking of this, I looked up at the stars all over the sky. I think: If there is such an opportunity, I will choose to be a star.
Just then, a meteor broke the silence of the night, leaving a beautiful long arc in the sky and then disappearing on the horizon. I was shocked. It turns out that meteors are also beautiful! Aren't there many meteors around me? During the war, Dong Cunrui gave his life to blow up the Diaobao, which inspired many young soldiers to March forward bravely. Lei Feng has helped others and countless people in need ... Although their lives are short, their contribution to the whole society is immeasurable. In their short life, they left behind glorious deeds. Don't they deserve our praise and praise? Meteors are short-lived, but they leave an indelible beauty and an indelible light! I also like meteors. Although their lives are short, meteors have a glorious history in their short lives.
The meteor struck my heartstrings! Thought of here, I smiled. I thought: a person can shine as unknown as a star, or as vigorous as a meteor. If God really wants me to choose only one of them, then I will say to him, "I will play every role regardless of the needs of society!" " Night, very quiet.
The stars blinked on their heads, as if they were satisfied with my choice. I cut my hair messed up by the wind and looked up at the stars again. I shouted from the heart: stars! I know the true meaning of life from you, and I will use my life to realize my life value-or be a star in obscurity; Or like a meteor.
2. The composition night with the theme of starry sky is very quiet. The night sky is elegant. The starry night sky is dreamy, full of light and perfect. Lying on the endless green land and looking up at the bright starry sky, it feels wonderful. I was in a trance, as if I were a shepherd boy written by Yan Lu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. That kind of realm, that kind of feeling, that kind of expression, like a melodious flute, floats farther and farther, drifting farther and farther … edifies everyone.
The brilliant starry sky seems to have a magical power, which can cause infinite reverie. Watching, gradually, the thought is like a kite with a broken line, riding the wind and waves and flying thousands of miles away. It seems that the eyes are staring at the starry sky, but in fact, the heart has already flown to the African prairie, riding a wild horse that broke free from the reins and galloping into the distance; Or fly to the top of the mountain, catch the soaring eagle, break through the clouds with it, and experience the feeling of the wind whistling behind you ... Suddenly, I found that the starry sky is like our life, and every star is like a dream in life. Each star represents a different dream, and its size, shape and brightness are closely related. Where there are dreams, there are stars. When your dream is about to be shattered, this star may become dim, but if you rally and make a comeback, this star will shine brilliantly. Every time you finish a dream, there is another star shining in the starry sky of your life forever.
Unconsciously, the starry sky overhead gradually darkened, and the ups and downs of life are so great! I hope that each of us will have many stars shining with you in the starry sky of life forever, so that the starry sky above us will be more brilliant!
One night in winter, I strolled to the balcony, and the stars twinkled in the silent night sky. I couldn't help but watch it again and again, and my thoughts returned to the good times of my childhood: it was also a night when I came to the balcony alone and looked at the shining starry sky with ecstasy.
My grandfather, who followed me closely, was fascinated by me and pointed to the distant night sky to tell me a beautiful and moving story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Cowherd is a mortal, Weaver Girl is a fairy, and fairies are different, but they are still married, breaking the dogma and being punished to meet once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month ... Grandpa also said that every star in the sky represents everyone, and if that star is brighter, then this person will be more magical.
Since then, the starry sky has become the most attractive and magical scenery in my young mind. Those strange stories about the stars have been lingering in my mind, as if there is a force attracting me and pushing me. The sound of fireworks "Boom, Boom" brought my thoughts back.
Countless fireworks that keep shooting into the sky are almost mixed with the stars, which is difficult to distinguish, as if the stars were released from there. The stars are still shining and the night sky is still bright. I watched quietly, but I couldn't find that feeling at all.
4. Looking up at the starry sky, it is so blue; The night is so quiet.
I am intoxicated in this magical and beautiful starry sky ... look! Stars are like twinkling eyes. Listen! The stars are giggling like babies with dreams.
The starry sky is like a lyric poem ... Listen again, the stars seem to be singing a lullaby to put people to sleep! Looking at the starry night sky, I recalled the past one by one: happy, sad, unforgettable, thrilling ... came to my eyes. Stars are sometimes like naughty children.
They formed an elephant, a house, a bird and a smiling face ... The stars bring me happiness and hope! When I am most helpless, as long as I look up at the stars, hope rises in my heart again! When I am sad, they bring me happiness. Whenever I look at the starry sky, I think of my grandfather in the distance. How I want to ask, "Grandpa, are you all right?" How beautiful and bright the stars are.
That brilliant starry sky makes me feel no longer lonely, no longer lonely. I hope every night is a bright starry sky, and I hope that every night with a bright starry sky, there will be meteors falling.
That time, I was drunk, drunk and didn't wake up for a long time.
Please write an imaginary composition by looking up at the stars. I still remember that I was always with my grandmother. I was brought up by my grandmother because of my parents' work. At that time, the family was very poor, living in a small bungalow of less than 20 square meters, or more like a big coal shed. I often have to live with several people in such a small space. It was really hard at that time. I heard that when my parents got married, they didn't even have dignity.
I was naive at that time, because I never seemed embarrassed at home when I was a child. I wear beautiful clothes like other children every day, have cartoon schoolbags like other children, and even go to kindergarten with chocolate that others seldom eat.
At that time, although the house was small, the yard was really big. Grandma doesn't know where to get grass seeds. The yard is not only covered with green grass, but also neatly trimmed by grandma. It's just a European lawn. At that time, the happiest thing was lying on the lawn with my grandmother on a summer night, looking at the stars in the sky and listening to the story she told me. Naive, I looked at the night sky with my fingers, quietly entered my grandmother's world, and let me quietly see the cowherd and the weaver girl. The next day, I often find myself asleep.
Looking up at the starry sky, childhood is ignorant.
When I was six, my family moved to Fuxin. When I first came here, I didn't think this was my home, but I soon found that everything was not suitable. The children in preschool have changed, and the classroom is no longer the bungalow in the past. Even the teachers are not so close, as if everyone is holding a shelf.
For a time, my grandmother was not with me because of my hometown. Because of parents' work, sometimes even at night, a child of six or seven years old stays at home alone. I remember that I was most willing to look at the stars at that time, but I just changed from lying down to sitting alone on the balcony platform, staring blankly at the night sky that I couldn't understand. But the stars here don't seem as bright as before, and the moon here.
At that time, I will think of the happy couple again. So many cloudy days, is it a beautiful day, let them meet behind the back of the queen mother?
After all these years, I still believe that there must be a happy couple on the other side of the galaxy. From then on, I learned to endure loneliness alone. I learned to imagine my future, the kindness of my grandmother, and the happiness of my parents. Of course, even such a small person began to imagine his future love.
Looking up at the starry sky, young people cherish it.
Maybe it is to adapt to the life in the city! Gradually, I no longer hate everything here, and gradually assimilated by good and bad things. Gradually, the habit of looking up at the starry sky disappeared long ago, because I thought it was a childish behavior at that time, and I even wanted to know why I was so obsessed with the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. How childish! But I found that I began to look at my toes from time to time, which is really two completely different postures from before. I don't understand why I was like that. Maybe the stars in this city are not bright enough for me to look up, or maybe I'm tired of that childish attitude of looking up.
Today, many years later, I realized that it was not like that.
As many years ago, I still like the sky, especially when it is dark. I stopped looking up as if to hide my so-called naivety, but bowed my head as if to show my maturity. I have to admit, that's called growth! And that is also an indispensable transition in life. Cherish, cherish everything yesterday; Cherish, cherish now? All those who still belong to you; Cherish, cherish the beautiful night sky that this beautiful world gives you.
Now, I have the habit of looking up at the starry sky again, only this time, I neither lie nor sit, and there is no one around to rely on. On the contrary, you will become an arm for others to rely on in the future. Standing and looking at the stars is really tiring, but the perspective of stop-and-go is also unique.
6. look up at the stars. This is a letter written to you by a student two thousand years later.
I don't know why I wrote to you, but because of you, I know a simple but profound truth: look up at the stars and be down to earth. I remember when I was a child, I accidentally touched an antique thread-bound book from the bottom of the bookshelf. It was my first "encounter" with you.
But this first time doesn't seem wonderful, because I can't see any emotion from your dark face, only the harshness and ruthlessness of "keep it or die" at that time. I think you must not be a person with lofty ideals, and you must not be a person who will look up at the stars.
But after all, I didn't put down this book, but I was more and more attracted by it. "Everyone in the world loves each other, so the strong don't hold the weak, and the public doesn't rob the widowed"-every word in the book exudes a strange fragrance.
So every time I turn a page, I seem to have returned to the complicated troubled times where everyone "lost each other". In the middle, I saw the old man riding a green cow slowly out of the Great Wall, looking up at the sky and chanting "I will rest after my work, and the way of heaven is also"; I also saw the dashing gentleman talking about Kan Kan on the apricot altar and shouted, "What are you talking about? What does the sky say? " I saw the prosperity of a hundred schools of thought contending in Gong Xue, Xia Ji, Linzi, and I also saw the hermit on the Chu River who was intoxicated with "only communicating with the spirit of heaven and earth".
Finally, I caught a glimpse of you. You didn't choose to retire, and you didn't want to argue with other scholars all day.
You just run around the land of China, appear in front of the world as a walker, and run around from the mire to solve the worries and sufferings of all the people. "Be the best in the world, its stone is still right", you are so down-to-earth, and your steps are so solid and unyielding.
I finally understand that it's not that I can't look up at the stars. Your star is "One World". It's just that compared with other philosophers who only look up at the starry sky and only make feeble slogans, you would rather practice your ideals in a down-to-earth way and make your starry sky more brilliant.
So, you are always on the run. You once lobbied the king of Chu for thousands of miles to "reject the opportunity of Luban to attack the city" and save the Song people; You are running around again, "not attacking", "not being happy", "not robbing" and "not being Confucian" in order to put forward a real "salvation prescription" for this troubled times.
You look up at the stars, but always keep your feet on the ground. Therefore, your footsteps never stop, and your footprints are all over China.
And after this high-sounding lie still exists in the world for two thousand years, your steps are getting stronger and stronger. It turns out that your eyes have been looking up at the stars; So your feet have never left the earth! With dark hair, dark eyes and dark face, staring at the starry sky and stepping on the earth, you are like a black lightning, piercing the sky and lighting an eternal flame for the five mountains in Kyushu! Humans need to look up at the starry sky, because without the shining of the starry sky, our road will not have a front.
However, while looking up at the starry sky, don't forget to be down-to-earth and do something for others and society. After all, the beauty of the starry sky never belongs to the earth. Only by keeping your feet on the ground can you reflect the splendor of the starry sky with your own footprints.
Mozi, thank you for letting me understand this simple but profound truth, and for giving me the most lasting motivation in life.
7. Write an essay "When I Look Up at the Starry Sky", which requires 200 words. Kneel and beg the expert to give me one. When I look at the starry sky, I will look for the brightest star; When I look up at the starry sky, I will make a wish silently in my heart; When I look up at the starry sky, I will think of many beautiful and warm past events. -I don't know where to start with the inscription, and I have developed the habit of looking up at the stars. I don't know why I look up at the starry sky, what is in the starry sky, or what I am looking for when I look up at the starry sky. I vaguely remember someone saying that when a girl looks up at the sky, she is not looking for anything. She's just a little lonely. I think I may be lonely. I began to get tired of car horns, and began to like the quiet realm. As night falls, I stand on the balcony and look up at the starry sky. The moon gazed affectionately and smiled as if whispering to me. The stars are twinkling, as if dancing on a dark blue carpet. These stars are particularly bright, and some are like. Some are like fireflies, others are like a bright lamp. Looking up at the starry sky, there are countless stars hanging in the dark blue sky, and the sound of running water from the stream is completely integrated with this beautiful starry sky, forming a wonderful serenade. At this moment, I forgot everything. In the arms of the stars, I fell asleep laughing. I feel like I'm back at home.
8. Write a composition of 300-400 words with the theme of "Looking at the starry sky". We must look up at the starry sky simply and elegantly, just like a wet behind the ears child who wants to unveil the mysterious veil; Looking up at the starry sky is like the dream of an ambitious teenager; Looking up at the starry sky is like an old man trying to relive the happy past; And I look up at the starry sky, hoping to think infinitely about a dazzling ........................................................................................................................................................... under the endless starry sky carrying wishes? Or an appeal? A star blinks, just like a still person hiding half of her face in front of us behind her guitar. It was they who flashed out the exquisiteness of the moon and the infinity of the night sky, illuminating the first ray of sunshine in the darkness. Their light adorns it. Although they are like a grain of dust in the vast night sky, they work hard for "the stars arch the moon." Small, small, but full of body and mind to release the greatest light, but go all out. There must be too much sweat and tears to release in this golden ripple. The meteor across the sky is a fleeting beauty and a short-lived courage, which is even more amazing if it is sunny. When it sketched a rainbow with a wish in despair, it had no idea that it would crystallize through its own efforts after tomorrow's storm, so it would fall quietly and scream in the night sky.
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