Moonlight Memories Composition 1 Beautiful night, a bright moon, like a silver plate, shed a silver light in the sky, and all the scenery seemed to be covered with a thin veil.
I clearly remember that it was a quiet and beautiful night, or when I was only three years old, my parents took me out for a walk. I rode on my father's neck and looked up at the sky.
The little stars in the sky blinked, like one elf after another, pulling dad's hair. I asked angrily, "Hey, Dad, what's shining in the sky?"
"The big one is the moon and the small one is the stars. They are good friends and are chatting. " Dad also said in my voice.
After listening to my father's words, I thought, "The moon is really like a moon cake. The stars are bright and small, like delicious jelly beans. It must be very sweet and fragrant. " If only I could take it off. So, I reached into the sky and even struggled to put my foot on my father's shoulder.
My mother looked at me like this and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong with you? Be careful to fall. "
I grabbed my father's hair hard: "Dad, help me pick a star quickly. I want to eat. " Or I'll never talk to you again! "
When I said this, my parents laughed. "What's the matter? Is it because an uncle won't let you pick it, so you pay for it yourself? " I shouted angrily, and when they laughed more happily, I couldn't help crying.
At this time, my parents stopped laughing. My mother took my little hand and said, "honey, it's not that others won't let me pick it." But we didn't pick his tools. Look, when we get home and make a long ladder, let your father choose one for you, ok? "
Hearing this, I was relieved and applauded happily!
Now, my father works outside and can only come back once a year. Every full moon night, when I am lonely, this interesting thing will come to my mind and make my heart full of warmth and emotion.
Moonlight Memories Composition 2 The sunset, like an old man in his sixties, has lost its former glory, and the flowing clouds have erased the last piece of beauty for the sky. The April wind blew gently from my ear, and it was the smell of summer. The stars in the sky twinkle under the moonlit night, all of which contain special flavor.
A breeze blew head-on, coming in such a hurry and leaving in such a hurry. The wind is mixed with the fragrance of mint and a few fragmentary petals, and the summer night is so cool.
As if overnight, the bare hillside was covered with a layer of green and full of vitality. From a distance, the green lawn is like a huge green carpet covering the hillside, which makes it stand alone and different among the mountains.
With the aftertaste of time, the day reluctantly left, and the night gradually approached the sky. A whole new world unfolds bit by bit in the dark.
I climbed the hillside, lay down gently, and waited quietly for the night to come. It was dark, and everything was immersed in infinite silence. There is no sound, no color, only endless darkness. A few wisps of breeze blew, the dark clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, and the moonlight shone on the earth like a light smoke through Wei Yun. In a blink of an eye, everything seemed to be covered with silver frost and gauze. The appearance of the moon adds a touch of charm to the night, and everything in the moonlight looks so elegant and beautiful.
Suddenly a burst of laughter interrupted my train of thought. What happened? It turned out to be a scene of playing with classmates in the fourth grade. I slowly recall those funny moments, those exciting pictures, and my eyes can't help but get wet, right! Six years of primary school life is coming to an end, and we are about to step into a new environment and a new campus. In the past six years, there have been bits and pieces of our growth, ups and downs we have gone through, and feelings of parting. Teachers' criticism, encouragement and concern will be written in the history of our primary school life and in everyone's heart. I thank the teachers who taught me knowledge, my classmates who helped me, and my alma mater who once made us have a happy childhood.
Yesterday is the past of today, and tomorrow is the continuation of today. As long as you can firmly grasp today, it will become eternal in your heart.