The shadow of the moon has gradually become full, and the fragrance of the flowers is buried in the bag of memory with the bright moonlight. I want to carry the flower of the bag, wandering in the silent night, the intoxicating fragrance, sprinkled in the air, so that those who can be intoxicated together ......
Tonight's night sky is very beautiful, sprawling ink blue, padded with the background of the night. The stars also danced and sang, waving their light for the full moon. Of course, the protagonist is still the full moon, said it full, in fact, is not full, there are always a few trace of the defects, a few trace of regret.
I strolled in the moonlight, letting the moonlight moisturize my body.
I remembered the party that was once under the moon, the poetry that was once sprinkled under the moon. I can not help but smile and laugh at this poetic life, poetic images.
Remember the first year, we are still a group of childish teenagers, in the whirlwind of youth flow. Children's Day, the dormitory of the water balloon battle, suddenly every dormitory "scrubbing" again. We reveled in the childish innocence, childish music, dissipated all the worries, and followed the festival with the carnival. The children's day in the second year of junior high school, did not belong to us, but we still could not help but be excited, gathered a few female generals, and played the game of eagle catching chickens together. Although the day was rainy, the floor is very slippery, but the joy has long worn down all the pain of slipping.
The moon hid in the clouds, the moonlight penetrated the cloud gap to the surrounding shot, the pool dyed gorgeous. There are reflections of memories in the water, and traces of those years.
I continue to walk in the poetic night with an idle heart.
I recalled the balcony that was once on the 6th floor. How many people, there, followed the moonlight and gossiped together, recounting their disappointments. In groups of three or two, they poured out their youthful anguish there, shedding bitter tears. Whenever the night is quiet, there is always someone will be silent there, enjoying the quiet of the night, the beauty of the night, and their own chaotic thoughts, there is always someone, will go up with her to enjoy together, eliminating her worries.
I will always be quietly watching, enjoying such a warm picture.
Nowadays, many people have gone their separate ways.
Some because of poor play, can only brush shoulders with the dream, some because of the lack of intention to study, but also went to the field to read a vocational college, and some went to a distant foreign countries, I think this is not fate, but a gesture of life, there will always be good and bad, but even so, more importantly, it is still necessary to look at how you go to the sculpture, to create this gesture.
Under the moonlight, I was intoxicated, intoxicated by the surge of thoughts.
The song in my memory is reverberating, I am quietly listening, quietly enjoying. In fact, the full moon is not full, and its beauty, perhaps even more so because of this lack of beauty. We all have regrets, we all have handicaps, but what we need is, like the moon, to wash the regrets, to wash the handicaps with our own gorgeous and gentle light, to let the light surround it and contain it. That, is the most beautiful.
No matter where we go, we need this mindset, this posture. The future of the road, we are each creating, just, I hope that at the time of the full moon, we can all remember from time to time so many once, so much beauty, but also can see through the philosophy in the moon. There are too many philosophies in it, but I think when you comprehend, you can also be like me, buried in the fragrance of the flowers in a full moonlight pouch, so that the intoxicating fragrance, walking in the air, floating to the south and north of the sky, so that once and forever we, together enjoy the fragrance of your flowers.
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2. to "moonlight reverie" write a compositionAfter the rain, the night sky is clear as a wash, as if just replaced with a huge piece of blue velvet as pure and clear, the full moon hanging high above it, such as jade, such as grease, such as ice, such as mirrors: the stars don't know where one after another popped up, and a moment on the number can not be counted, like the magician changed out of a jewel-like! The stars also popped out one by one from nowhere, and in a while they were too many to count, like a jewel from a magician.
The earth in the moonlight is like a full of silver, mottled, glittering. Moonlight through the window *** into the hut, so that my silent hut all of a sudden become vivid, rich, three-dimensional up, I not only softly exclaimed: Oh, what a round and wonderful night ah!
I think, it is time to get out of this lonely hut, I should go to enjoy this beautiful moonlit night. So, I gently pushed open the door of the room, soothingly sat on the vine chair under the grape arbor. This is a worn out rocking chair, nothing when I always like to lie alone in it above for a while, slowly enjoy the starry river, quietly to think of things.
People have entered the dreamland, in the distance, a few yellow street lamps dozing. The night is so quiet, so quiet that even the faintest breath can be heard. The residual rain drops from the edge of the grape leaves, crashing crisply in the puddle, making a very regular rhythmic sound, very beautiful and beautiful. In the darkness, there are frogs chirping, I think they are probably having a big singing contest, you sing and I appear, "coo coo croak" is very lively.
The humidity after the rain was pushed by a soft wind, which penetrated the heart and intoxicated people. The moonlight, bathed in the cool breeze, the whole body and mind become full, the thoughts have become more active.
Being in such a dreamy night reminds me of the same night when I was a kid. It's also the night after the rain, it's also the moon after the rain, my friends and I sat under the moon together humming the children's song we just learned, "Listen to your mother talk about the past." ...... The moon traveled through the white lotus clouds, and the evening wind blew a burst of joyful singing, we sat next to the tall pile of grain, listening to your mother talk about the past. ...... But singing, I don't know why, perhaps infected by the lyrics, then my eyes were filled with tears.
Tonight, sitting here I suddenly remembered the song, remembered the old mother, unknowingly and tearful up ......
In such a wonderful night to think of such matters of the heart, is really some of the big brake scenery, so I cast my eyes to the blue night sky. Looked at, the eyes suddenly bright, only to see in the brilliant river of stars there is a dazzling star leaped out of the river boundary to the earth speeding, it in the blue sky drew a big arc, and then stood still in mid-air. A few minutes later it raced back into the Milky Way.
It took me half a day to wake up from the shock, and I think this is probably what the magazines often say about the guests from the sky! This scene in front of me, but let me sprout a new desire: At this moment, I really hope that the "star" can take me away from this noisy earth, away from war and evil, away from hypocrisy and the stench of copper, away from the hustle and bustle of the world. To find a new civilization and life, goodness and love ......
3. By the moon poem writing < >Under the curved moonlight, the dandelion is floating like a star shining brightly.
As you roam in the moonlight, are you as evocative as I am? The beautiful and touching moonlight is always incredible, it makes me construct a vision of the future ... Under the moonlight, we sing; under the moonlight we talk to each other; under the moonlight, we **** enjoy the future; I have a beautiful wish, is to grow up to be a music teacher.
In the future * one day, as I wished to be a people's teacher, I took the music book into the teacher, with a little girl shouted, "Stand up - salute - good teacher!" The students saluted me. At this moment I, full of joy, said, "Good classmates, sit down."
Then, I began our teaching course, accompanied by the piano, the students' songs like a stream flowing, they also dance with the song, in such an active scene, I easily finished a lesson. The students also flocked to the playground like a tidal wave.
I went back to the office and another teacher chatting, suddenly, a burst of crying to my ears, I rushed out to see, it was Jiajia crying, I walked towards her and asked: "What's wrong?" She cried, "*Took my ball away." I calmed her down while looking for *.
When I found *, I asked, "*Why did you take Jia Jia's ball? Kids have to play together." I then told them, "Students should help each other.
Care to play together." They listened to me and went to play together hand in hand.
We are happy in the moonlight, because the moonlight has the footprints that we have walked together, and the moonlight laughs with us and is sad with us, so we are very happy. Although this is my moonlight reverie, but I will take the music as my growth goal to study hard, and later be a happy music teacher.
The moonlight we *** with the walk, *** with laughter, otherwise the moonlight how to make reverie? I hope that the people who make a wish under the moonlight can strive for their own ideals, let us use our youth, with sweat to work hard, I hope that the people who make a wish under the moonlight, in many years to realize their moonlight reverie.
4. Write an essay on "Reverie in the Moonlight"Hello, I'm glad to answer your question \(^o^)/~ I wish you success in your studies The moon's shadow is already gradually rounding, and the fragrance of the flowers is buried in the bag of memories with the bright moonlight.
I want to carry the flower's scent bag, wandering in the silent night, the intoxicating fragrance, floating in the air, so that those people, can be intoxicated together ...... Tonight's night sky is very beautiful, sprawling inky blue, paving the background of the night. That stars also danced and sang, waving their light for the fullness of the moon.
Of course, the protagonist is still the full moon, said it full, in fact, not full, there are always a few fragments, a few regret. I strolled idly under the moon, letting the moonlight moisturize my body.
I remembered the party once under the moon, once under the moon poetry sprinkled chapter. I can not help but smile and laugh at this poetic life, poetic images.
Remember the first year, we are still a group of childish teenagers, in the whirlwind of youth flow. Children's Day, the dormitory of the water balloon battle, suddenly every dormitory "scrubbed" again.
We reveled in the childishness, childish music, dissipated all the worries, and followed the festival with the carnival. And the children's day of the second year, this does not belong to us, but, we still can not help but interest, called a few female generals, together with the eagle catching chickens game.
Although it was a rainy day, the floor was very slippery, but the joy has long worn away all the pain of slipping. The moon hid in the clouds, and the moonlight pierced through the cloud gaps and shot out in all directions, coloring the pool water brilliantly.
The water has the reflection of memory, and the traces of the years. I used my finger to write the word "music" on the water, one stroke at a time, and the water quickly blended together, in fact, also, music is so easy to integrate us.
I continue to use the idle heart, strolling in the poetic night. I recalled the balcony that was once on the 6th floor.
How many people, there, followed the moonlight and gossiped together, recounting their disappointments. In groups of three or two, they poured out their youthful anguish there, shedding bitter tears.
Whenever the night is quiet, there is always someone who will be silent there, enjoying the silence of the night, the beauty of the night, and their own chaotic thoughts, and there is always someone who will go up to enjoy with her, eliminating her worries. I will always be quietly watching, enjoying such a warm picture.
Nowadays, many people go their own way. Some because of poor play, can only brush shoulders with the dream, some because of the lack of desire to study, but also to the field to go to the vocational college, some went to a distant foreign countries, I think this is not fate, but a gesture of life, there will always be good and bad, but even so, the more important thing is still to look at how you go to the sculpture, to create this gesture.
Under the moonlight, I am intoxicated, intoxicated by the surge of thoughts. The songs from my memory are echoing, and I am quietly listening, quietly enjoying.
In fact, the full moon is not full, and its beauty, perhaps even more so because of this lack of beauty. We all have regrets, we all have handicaps, but what we need is, like the moon, with its own gorgeous and gentle light, to wash the regrets, to wash the handicaps, let the light to surround it, to contain it.
That, then, is the most beautiful. No matter where we go, we need this kind of mind, this kind of posture.
The future of the road, we are each creating, just, I hope that at the time of the full moon, we can all remember from time to time so many once, so much beauty, but also can see through the philosophy in the moon. There are too many philosophies in it, but I think when you comprehend it, you can also be like me, buried in the fragrance of the flowers in the scent bag full of moonlight, so that the intoxicating fragrance, walking in the air, floating to the south and north of the sky, so that once and forever we, together, enjoy the fragrance of your flowers.
Poor this evening moon, to where, to go leisurely? It is until someone asks, over there to see, light and shadow of the east. --- Xin Qiji is the night, the moon is cool as water, sitting alone in front of the window, the deep blue sky is divided into several pieces by the window pane, the stars scattered around the bright sinusoidal moon, very beautiful, so beautiful that people can not breathe.
Around the moon, wisps of clouds gently drift, like Chang'e's flowing hair, dancing ribbons. The moon, you know that for thousands of years, the literati love you, thousands of strands of love in you, thoughts of memory intoxicated in you, you can not help but evoke people infinite reverie ...... Throughout the ages, you have been countless literati often chanting the boutique, is the end of the world of traveler's liver and intestines of support, is the return of the heart of people's thoughts and feelings of the soulmate.
When you are lonely, you have to raise your glass to invite the moon, when you are depressed, you have to raise your arm to call for the moon, and when you are thinking of the moon, you have to raise your head to look at the moon. Unconsciously, the moon is loaded with too much reputation, implicit, soft, and free flowing.
Li Bai called the moon as "white jade disk", Su Shi than the moon for the "Cindy", the moonlight seems to stagnate all the feelings of people's hearts. Indeed, since ancient times, before the flowers under the moon chanting a lot of people: Li Yu's "speechless alone on the west tower, the moon like a hook" chanting out of the fallen emperor's inner loneliness; Su Shi's "when the moon is there, ask the blue sky with a glass of wine," out of the love for the hand and foot relatives; Zhang Jiu Ling's Zhang Jiuling's "the bright moon at sea, the end of the world *** this time" expresses the longing of the traveler to return home; Zhu Shu's "the moon on the willow, after dusk" is to the world of couples of the deepest blessings... ...Countless verses have risen up in my mind.
I gazed at the moon, at this time, she is so beautiful, proudly overlooking the sadness and happiness of the world. The moonlight is still like water, the ground is covered with a layer of silver, the window pane is plated with a layer of platinum, magical and wonderful coexist in the brain.
Through the deep night sky, as if to see the wide cold palace of the cold air, as if to see Chang'e's icy clean, as if to see the laurel tree's bruises, but also as if to see Su Dongpo's affectionate gaze, as if to see the king of the Zhou Yuyi in the quiet moonlight, with tears beat the most sorrowful melody, the most despairing elegy ...... either. Whether it's a deep and lingering narrative or a quirky question, you deserve my fine taste and slow contemplation. As watery late at night, leaning alone against the window pane, in the cool watery moonlight, closed eyes, quiet reverie ...... ----------------------- silent night, the sky hangs a round moon.
I strolled in the quiet park lake, the lake reflects the moon that bright body, accompanied by the flickering light and shadow, the lake willow branches jumped happily. Although it is the season of late fall, the cool wind from time to time from a distance, but that crystal clear moonlight still in my heart a warm ripples .......
Moonlight is like water - she makes me sense life and feel happy. Whenever the night falls, I will see with my own eyes if there is.
5. Write an essay on the topic of "Reverie in the Moonlight"Reverie in the Moonlight Tick tock, listen to the sky crying, washed away some of the dreams buried in the moonlight.
I don't know when I fell in love with the brightness of the moonlight, like to be baptized in the bland moonlight. Once a few times, looking at the moonlight, just feel a rare tranquility.
And now there is more than one sentimental. Is Chang'e on Hou Yi's thoughts? Or is she alone in the moon palace of the cold infected me? I don't know.
But when you walk alone by the lake, look up at the sky, the foggy moonlight, and a round of the moon in the haze, only to know that you are alone in the sadness, is the heart can not be extinguished memories. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Because of love, memories are colorful. Probably my memories with her are too good, and make me still think of it, still have palpitations.
Her name is Yi, people like her name, multi-talented. And I in front of her is always green leaves, monotonous and ordinary, but she never contempt of my humble, still with a heart full of enthusiasm and vigor to accommodate me.
Childhood playmates always bring the joy of childhood, but I and the arts are not childhood playmates, but savored the innocence of childhood, simple happiness. I remember the summer vacation, I went to the evening class with the art, when the school has been dark, and I think of the evening's homework, will not be willing to go home, the art is always in my upset, see through me, pull up my hand to bring me to the footbridge, sitting on the stone steps, we with the gentle evening breeze, chanting the childhood song: "outside the pavilion, the old road, grass blue sky! ...... "Occasionally, interrupted by the noisy sound of the next floor, we again look at the sky without pleasantries, and it was then that I met the moon on the upper strings, art said, the moon on the upper strings of the moon is the moon of lovesickness, it will be connected to the thoughts of the people who love each other in two places, so that each other are no longer alone, and gradually, accustomed to the art of each without the The first thing you need to do is to look up at the moon and see if you can find a way to get it out of your head.
I forgot the night the art went away, the sky is not hanging a round of the moon, just remember the moonlight that night must be very bright, very charming, otherwise how can I now think of the heart are warm? Nowadays, after the evening class, alone under the light moonlight, singing softly, occasionally closing my eyes, I feel that Yea is still beside me. I finally understand, if the moonlight needs an adjective to modify the words, it should be happy, because only in the moonlight, I realize that the art is not far away from me, she is beside me.
It's night, the moon is cool as water, sitting alone in front of the window, the deep blue sky is divided into several pieces by the window pane, the stars are scattered around the bright sinusoidal moon, it's very beautiful, so beautiful that people can not breathe. Around the moon, wisps of clouds gently floating, like Chang'e's flowing hair, dancing ribbons.
The moon, you know that for thousands of years, the literati love you, thousands of strands of love in you, thoughts of memory intoxicated in you, you can not help but evoke people's infinite reverie ...... Throughout the ages, you have been countless literati often chanting the boutique is the end of the world of the traveler's heart and soul of the people's thoughts and emotions. and emotional confidant. When you are lonely, you have to raise your glass to invite the moon, when you are depressed, you have to raise your arm to call for the moon, and when you are pining for the moon, you have to raise your head to look at the moon.
Unconsciously, the moon is loaded with too much reputation, implicit, soft, and free flowing. Li Bai called the moon as "white jade disk", Su Shi than the moon for "Cindy", the moonlight seems to stagnate in people's hearts all the silk.
Indeed, since ancient times, there are many people who recite moonlight in front of flowers: Li Yu's "alone on the west tower without words, the moon is like a hook" recites the loneliness in the heart of the fallen emperor; Su Shi's "When will the moon be there, and ask the blue sky for a glass of wine" expresses the love for the brotherhood; Zhang Jiuling's "the moon at sea, the end of the world **** this time" expresses the longing of a traveler to return home; Zhu Shu's "the moon on the willow tops, after dusk" sends a deep blessing to the world's couples... ...Countless verses of poetry welled up in my heart. I gazed at the moon, at this time, she is so poignant, proudly overlooking the sadness and happiness of the world.
The moonlight, still like water, the ground is draped in a layer of silver, the window pane is plated with a layer of platinum, magical and wonderful coexist in the brain. Through the deep night sky, as if to see the cold air of the Guanghan Palace, as if to see Chang'e's icy clean, as if to see the laurel tree's bruises, and as if to see Su Dongpo's affectionate gaze, as if to see the Zhou Yuwang in the quiet moonlight, with tears beat the most sorrowful melody, the most despairing elegy ...... Whether it is the y entwined speech, the Or the elfin question, you are worthy of my fine taste, slowly pondering.
The watery night, leaning against the window, in the cool watery moonlight, closed eyes, quiet reverie ...... "Reverie in the moonlight" The night, the stars shine high, the moon is in the sky. The bright moonlight like gold sprinkled on the surface of the lake, the lake willow flakes by the wind slightly blowing, as if talking about the secrets of each other.
Just at this moment she strolled on the grass, enjoying the beauty of this flower in front of the moon, so that the piece of dust in her heart for a long time the secret flew again from the heart. It was a day near the midterm examination a few years ago.
She happened to find a piece of paper in her book. She picked it up curiously to read it, and all of a sudden her chest felt like it was clogged with a lump of cotton and she couldn't breathe.
The teardrops on her forehead came forward with it. She closed her eyes tightly not daring to raise her head.
Covering her reddened face tightly with both hands, she only felt the sky spinning. When she opened her eyes, the mysterious heart-racing words on the letter appeared in front of her again: "I can't stand my inner thoughts any longer, and I hope that you can give me a chance to show what I really think inside.
The moon under the willow lake, do not see not see. ......" She then only felt that her whole body is sore and weak, and she can almost hear her heartbeat.
To be honest, the boy can be considered to be extremely good people, his results in various subjects are among the top, especially in mathematics and science is even more heartbreaking. But now he is facing a turning point in his life - the midterm exam! And she is burdened with the hopes of her parents and the trust of her teachers.
What's more, the school is now the most taboo is the phenomenon of early love, if the teachers found out that it is not ............ she almost all day thinking about it, on and off the class have no spirit, she has been completely overwhelmed by this matter. Zi on the Sichuan said, "Passing away."
It was only then that she y realized the meaning of this sentence, and in the twinkling of an eye the night that had made her anxious and worried came. She came to the lake as expected.
The moonlight that night was the same as today's, except that the breeze was accompanied by a light rain, a bit of "smoke over the cold water and the moon over the sand" feeling. She watched.
6. Reverie in the moonlight essayThe moonlight is like water, sitting in front of the window, watching the moonlight fall in from the window, can not help but have a touch of emotion.
The curved crescent moon hangs high in the sky, shedding stars and light. So soft. The breeze blew the willow buds under the moon, as if the moonlight was also blown askew to one side.
The moonlight sprinkled on our faces, and the faint glow illuminated the happy smiles on our faces. Under the moonlight, the nightingale bird was singing. The soft moonlight and the bright birdsong accompanied us to sleep. The moon is reflected in the water, the fish gently swim through, scattered into a pile, as if the moon with her paintbrush in the water arbitrarily dial point.
Moonlight he is magical, he gave people different feelings in different seasons.
The moonlight in the spring, accompanied by a faint fragrance of flowers, giving people a fresh feeling, the moonlight in the flowers under the reflection of a slight red, so that the spring is still slightly cool with a hint of warmth.
The moonlight in summer, the wind, give people a refreshing feeling, the moonlight is light, thin almost transparent, looks so cool, he stroked down our floating hot heart, give us a fresh cool.
The moonlight in the fall, the falling leaves have, giving people a bleak feeling, walking alone on the road paved with fallen leaves, the moonlight reflected my shadow, so lonely, bleak.
The moonlight in winter, with the drifting snowflakes, gives a feeling of silence. Everything is white, serene like ice moonlight, so that the winter night seems to be silent.
The dark night sky, stars sprinkled around the bright string moon, wisps of clouds gently floating, as if Chang'e flowing hair.
For thousands of years, writers and writers have sent their love to the moon. Li Bai's 'Raise a cup to invite the moon, and turn the shadow into three.' --- the feeling of loneliness; Bai Juyi's 'poor night on the third day of September, dew like pearls and the moon like a bow.' ---Li Bai's 'Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and lower your head to think of your hometown.' --- the feeling of homesickness.
Thoughts are circling back to the same round of bright moon, also hanging in the dark air.
7. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of Reverie in the MoonlightReverie in the Moonlight
I remember when I was a child, my father began to teach me to memorize Tang poems. The first line I learned was "The moonlight in front of the bed is the frost on the ground." The color of the moon, as recited by Li Bai, has been celebrated by future generations. From then on, I knew that people and the moon have had an unbreakable bond for thousands of years. What people find in the soft moonlight, there are thoughts and sadness.
"Wish people a long time, thousands of miles **** Canyuanjuan."
The look of the hometown is what people think of most often. Yes, who does not want to go home to see it? Loved ones, friends, and childhood memories, are hidden in the hometown of a mountain, a water, a grass and a tree. However, really able to reunite with their loved ones on the night of the full moon, and how many people? At least, Su Shi is not one of them, can not return home, how to do? He could only console himself: "People have their sorrows and joys, and the moon has its full moon." Since it is difficult to take care of both, there is nothing to be sad about, and, *** with the appreciation of the moon is also a kind of reunion! "Wish for a long time, thousands of miles of ****chan." Let the moon bring thoughts and blessings to loved ones. In contrast, Wang Anshi is much more fortunate, he can at least go home and family reunion. In his feeling, the moon understands his heart, "When will the bright moon shine me back?" With the longing for his loved ones, he approached his hometown little by little, and the moon was his best companion, returning to his hometown with him and witnessing his reunion. Li Bai, on the other hand, felt that the moon was his friend. At that time, he could not return home, since he could not reunite with friends and relatives, then "raise a glass to invite the moon", and the moon with the joy. Therefore, the moon in Li Bai's eyes is far more than a natural landscape where he can send his feelings, but a friend to whom he can entrust everything. However, in the eyes of some people, the moon is not so romantic.
"The old country is unbearable in the bright moon."
Li Yu's feelings for the moon can be very deep. "When you return, don't let go of the candle red, to step on the horse's hooves in the clear night moon." At that time, Li Houzhu was very fond of the moon, and the moonlight even became the witness of his splendor. But later, facing the destruction of his country and the death of his people, Li Yu no longer had the courage to look at the moon, "I went up to the west tower alone without words, and the moon was like a hook." The moon is like a hook, hooking out the pain of his country's demise. The moon witnessed his splendor, but also witnessed his failure. In the end, he was so desperate that he asked "when will the spring flowers, fall and moon end". Why did he feel disgusted by the beautiful and mesmerizing spring flowers, autumn and moon? Because "the old country is still shining in the bright moon." The moon still shines in the old country, but things there have long changed. How can such a scene not make one sad? Therefore, I am afraid that no one would be sadder than Li Yu under the moonlight! The moonlight, too, has a sad side.
No matter what people think, no matter how many joys and sorrows, sadness and happiness, the moon will always hang there, without saying a word to communicate with the ancients and the present heart: "The ancients and the present if the flow of water, *** look at the moon are so. I only wish that when the song is sung to the wine, the moonlight will always shine in the golden bottle."
Your own reference to it We also do not understand your own thoughts Only you will know only you will find ~ ~
8. to the moonlight of the reverie to write a 800-word essayOne night, looking at the sky scattered stars and more than the street lamps dazzling moon, I pulled friends and relatives to take a walk in the name of the county township to the square to enjoy the moon.
The elders sat cross-legged on the lawn, which looked extremely green at the time, and the illumination of the street lamps on the side of the avenue set a layer of gorgeous light and shadow for the grass. I alone chose a dim and is a good place to enjoy the moon, quietly lying down, looking at the dazzling moon. The slightly sharp tips of the naughty grass on my back forced me to roll over a few times in a row, and finally endured.
The moon was so blinding that I had to close my eyes just a little. Feeling the bright white within my mind. I guess at this time my face must be covered by a layer of silver-white halo, with the same as my young dark hair on that more than the filament of flower white, I remembered the schooling.
I remembered that the six years of elementary school that was ignorant of the end of the past, if the torment like, is to say. The friends are ignorant, they are ignorant, even friendship is not know what. The madness of the day makes me infinitely fatigued. In elementary school, I am not too concerned about the results, so always in the upper middle level.
I was promoted to junior high school, I began to have fear in my heart, nineteen when the reluctance and pain, once motivated me, reminding me to wait for me to succeed in the moment, the heart is again no such pride. But at this time, my classmates told me that the head of the black and white on the head of the black and white ......
I am confident that I have no regrets, gray hair can be removed, can be academic, will affect my whole life. And, teachers and parents' good intentions. I always know.
Re-open your eyes, bright moon any guard in my head, as if to tell me that; "you should be proud!" Yes, that's not the moon, it is my own heart that is telling me that I should struggle harder, and the silver-white on my head is a sign of my struggle, and I am proud to have had it!
I looked up at the moonlight and smiled softly.
9. (Reverie in the moonlight) Essay on the topicThe night came and I waited for the moon to appear.
As soon as the moon appeared, the dark-colored sky faded. The moonlight passes through the cool night air. But I could not feel the moonlight reaching the ground, nor did I have the feeling of being bathed in watery moonlight. The watery moonlight of my childhood, where did it go?
I remember when I was little, the happiest thing every day, to play in the moonlit night. The light of the moon always leave me a mysterious color, the blue sky always give me unlimited reverie, and the shadow of the feet, no more than my best playmate. The lyrics of the song "The moon is gone, so am I ......" make me laugh and run in the cool moonlight; the song "The moon is full of rain and sunshine" makes me wait in the darkness of the night and chase the traces of the moon; the song "Moonlight Song" makes me wait in the darkness of the night and chase the traces of the moon; and the song "Moonlight Song" makes me run in the darkness of the moon. The song "Moonlight Song" lets me immerse myself in the soft moonlight and touch the coolness of the moonlight.
At the same time, I am also a child who loves to imagine. Imagine "Chang'e running to the moon" situation; "Wu Gang fell laurel" look; imagine Xiaoho moon chasing Han Xin's mood. Su Shi's "ask the sky for wine" helpless, and Li Bai's "raise your head to look at the moon" "raise a glass to invite the moon, the shadow into three people" feelings ... ...
Under the moonlight, I have too many memories. But at this time, I can't immerse myself in the moonlight as I did in my childhood.
The moonlight, or the original moonlight, just, now see with the previous flavor is different.
I haven't felt the moonlight for a long time, and I feel the joy of running and thinking under the moonlight. I, it seems, am no longer possessed by the moonlight.
Perhaps, I should be soaked in the moonlight, rubbed in the sound of frogs, smoked in the fragrance of chrysanthemums, blown dry in the autumn wind, and rinsed ...... in the snowy field to retrieve that reverie in the moonlight.