Whether in school or in society, we must have come across essays, writing essays can exercise our solitary habits, quiet our mind and think about our future direction. So how is the general essay written? The following is my carefully organized first-year essay on the moonlit night, I hope it will help you.
The moonlit night of the first year essay 1The moonlit night of the foreign countries of the United States of America, California, Hayden Middle School, first grade class three Zhang Zhu a wisp of gentle moonlight through the window, spread on the window sill. The window sill looks like it's plated with silver.
So, I went downstairs to enjoy the moon. The moon is so round and full! There are a few twinkling stars in the distance, which adds a bit of poetry to this moonlit night.
Along the path to the garden, I walked aimlessly, the whole world seems to be immersed in a sea of silver light, baked full of warm and quiet night. I was also in this sea of moonlight. Moonlight sprinkled all over my clothes and warmed my heart - I felt that the warmth of the sun was too enthusiastic and unrestrained; the starlight was lonely and cold. Only this gentle and quiet moonlight could be so appropriate. The moonlight drenched the whole earth, my surroundings were illuminated by the moonlight, and the world was completely enveloped in a holy atmosphere. My senses were blurred and my mind was elevated in this holiness.
I came to the entrance of the garden without realizing it, and followed the path in the garden to a pond. The pond is very small, usually lively goldfish, but now stay quietly where. May be asleep. In the middle of the pond is a ghostly rock, in the moonlight wash, more interesting, such as painting. The moon is reflected in the dark green bottom of the pond, washed by the water, appearing extraordinarily clear, far away, like the Mona Lisa charming eyes fascinating. A gust of wind whisked by, in the calm pool water cut a shallow wave marks, the pool water slightly rippled, kissing the rocks, issued a soft metal-like impact sound, in the quiet of the night seems to be extraordinarily light long ......
By the side of the path, large daisies bathed in moonlight, blown in the wind in the sleep of the joyful smile. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the color of your skin.
Turning to the pond, I sat under the mushroom pavilion. Raise your head and look up at the infinite sky and the moon in the sky. My thoughts were like a wild horse galloping through the boundless wilderness - this pure moonlight! I have finally experienced your vast natural flavor this night. "When will the bright moon come, put wine and ask the blue sky ...... people have sadness and happiness, the moon has a clear and round and missing, this matter is ancient difficult to right. But I wish you a long time, thousands of miles of **** Cain Juan." I am far away from the friend ah, at this time will also be in this beautiful night, looking at the moon it!
Unconsciously, I have been intoxicated in the gentle night, consciousness gradually blurred, the whole body and mind in the continuous diffusion, as if it has been melted in the vastness of the universe ......
Moonlit night of the first year of the essay 2The remaining light of dusk is a little bit of annihilation. The moon, has slowly revealed her bright body. Soon after, the night came, quietly and quietly. Just when this reunion time, I sit in front of this round of bright moon, thinking of you. The western window of the moonlit night reflects the white light, and the twilight blindness hides the purple smoke. When in this moon just bright, I savor the thought, remembering today's life, so happy. Although there will be some setbacks and bumps in this life, but a smile will pass. Under this beautiful moonlit night, I am thinking of you - my junior high school classmates. Are you having a reunion with your family or are you enjoying the beautiful moon after dinner like me? In junior high school life, thank you, thank you in my difficulties to give me confidence and efforts, in my sadness, give me to rely on and care, in the happy time, with me together "crazy", with me together laugh. Gradually, even the deep blue of the sky is also eliminated, the darkness, even the stars of the light also fell out, the crystal starry night dotted in the blue-black sky, the moon tilted bright light. A bend of the crescent moon hanging in the sky, it looks like a small boat, warped slightly pointed bow, in the deep blue sea of the sky rowing. A few soft like brocade, light spoon like silk floating clouds, lingering in the moon's side, like a group of nymphs dancing. In such a good night scene, I miss you - my elementary school classmates. In the carefree six years, we were happy together and fooled around together. Every time we do something together, we always make silly promises, "in the future also together", "graduation also do not forget each other"...... After graduation, we run west and go east, that once upon a time our promise, do you still remember? However, no matter how we are now, I believe we must still remember each other y. Night, deep, quiet as water, late fall wind brushed my cheeks, revealing a deep penetration of the bone marrow of the cold. The moon, bright as jade, crisp moonlight sprinkled on me, exuding a war cry of silence, this cold, but also confided in the past 'life. In the silence of the moonlit night, I think of you - a friend I lived with as a child. Once upon a time, we naively thought we would always be together and never part. But the reality was just the opposite. Now I, although the original things have long been too clear to remember, only leaving some residual memory, but I still remember our childhood to go hiking together, play sandbags together, play hide-and-seek together ...... I can say that is the most happy period of time, although there are many times in life, but I think this time is the most unforgettable. Now, there are many things that are not as good as we would like them to be, but we all have to face them. Although we are not together now, I believe we will have the sentiment of "wishing for a long time, thousands of miles of **** Canyuan Juan". Regardless of whether the moon is covered by dark clouds at this time of the year, I will be thinking of you under the moonlit night.
The clock is already pointing to ten o'clock.
I put down my pen, rubbed my aching head, and let out a long yawn.
The book is hard to read! I've only been doing homework for a while, and my brain is so foggy that it's like it's covered in glue. Come on, let's clear our heads first. I opened the door, out of the house.
Suddenly, I was surprised: a round of bright moon is hanging in the sky, its soft. The light of elegance is sprinkled all over the ground. Trees and houses in the moonlight quietly standing, his black outline is like a piece of ink painting from the hands of celebrities. In the distance, you can vaguely see the black belt-like shadow of the distant mountains. What a beautiful moonlight! What a quiet night!
I looked at the bright moon, suddenly thought: it is much like the face of Mom and Dad ah! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do that.
When I think of my mom and dad, I can't help but feel ripples in my heart.
I remember not long ago I forgot to bring an umbrella, and the sky was raining. At this time, I was worried about the rain outside, I could only seek help from my dad. I stood there dumbfounded, waiting, waiting again ...... Finally, that familiar and make me look forward to the figure finally appeared, I can see that Dad did not slack. I looked at my dad, his head was full of big raindrops, his eyes were washed out very, very small, his footsteps were quick, and he rushed to bring me a raincoat, however, at this time, my dad was still wearing a short shirt and shorts, and he was still wearing flip-flops. I realized, Dad was the first to receive my call rushed to. I thought that Dad would go home after delivering the raincoat, because at this time the weather was already cold and yet Dad was wearing so little. However, I was surprised when I heard the words, "Hurry up and put on your raincoat! There are a lot of people over here, so I'll wait for you on the school road side and go home with you. By the way, ride slowly, don't be in a hurry." This sentence has no design, just a casual sentence, but this sentence, very warm, I am no longer cold, because, Dad's fatherly love makes me warm. The raincoat is not everything, I put on the raincoat, the grains of rain, dripping onto my raincoat, splashing small splashes make it difficult to open my eyes, but, as long as I see my dad's taillights, I'm not afraid of it, I know, my dad is beside me, at this time, he did not leave me for a moment, I'm relieved, and my eyes' touch disappeared, and I can open my small eyes, and gazed at the front of that warm light, the That familiar voice now.
In this way, Dad has been "escorting" me home. He was all wet, but not as wet as a drowning chicken, but I wasn't wet. I didn't complain that I forgot to bring my raincoat, he came home and said nothing, told me to eat quickly, although he didn't say anything, but I understand the love of my father.
The moon still hangs quietly in the sky. The vast sky without a trace of clouds, showing a deep blue color, looks deeper. Empty. I came back from the depressing, my head is still vaguely painful.
The book is difficult to read ah! I can not help but have sighed. But what can I do? Reading, it makes me have a "less suitable for vulgar rhyme, nature of the love of the autumn mountains" feelings; reading, it makes me have a "poor and hard, do not fall the will of the clouds" faith; reading, it makes me have a "line of virtuous face to go from the virtuous heart, where to and not beautiful" to do things. Not beautiful" to do the quasi-criteria; reading, it makes me have the golden key to open the door of success and wisdom; reading, it allows me to know what is called the father's love!
I looked at the quiet moon, and remembered my father, remembered that I made a mistake when he taught, remembered to me every week to do a delicious meal, remembered to go to school for me to send far away from the eyes. Then, I laughed in my heart born: life's bitter not a hint of sweetness? So, the moon laughed.
He was more kind, more gentle, more like Dad's face.
When I sat down at the table again to pick up the pen, outside the house, the moon is thick.
First year essay on moonlit night 4A sky full of stars, twinkling, yellowish thick pulp, converging into a disk, motherly soft light, spilling down.
The night sky is extraordinarily clear, not a single cloud, the wind is still some, blowing that the moon is also slightly trembling.
The willow tree has not yet spit buds, branches also appear stiff, barely born a few leaves, sealed by the spring cold, sculpture quietly standing, with the breeze chanting.
Orange lights, the night of the basketball court is even more lively than the daytime, the same orange ball, in the air seeping with a light snow, jumping back and forth.
No study and exams, no status and power, only the blossoming of the flower of youth released by the enthusiasm, dreams, aspirations and visions.
The joy after the shot, accompanied by the melodious song, with the excitement and surprise, all of which are cool as water in the moonlight, and then under the quiet night, to splash.
The night is always cool, sentimental girl walking alone, thinking a lot, miss the once fellow female companions, the heart of a burst of melancholy, the eyebrows and gently wrinkled.
The night is always exciting. Passionate boys galloped on the field, losing, winning, and those girls do not know another friendship between boys, and then that a face full of anger is not stingy to show.
The night is always romantic, a few girls get together and talk about the future of their hearts, horoscopes, blood types, the mysterious atmosphere overflowing the playground.
The night is always monotonous, lifting up the quilt, fell sound asleep, sometimes dreamily muttered a few sentences, to sleep, but also really a little sleepy.
The night is always quiet. Silent, occasionally came a few miserable catcalls. Instantly disappeared and returned to the realm of silence.
The night is always crazy. Festivals in the family to celebrate the night, singing and dancing, noisy and lively, people like to escape the iron cage of the beast, taking advantage of this night, throw away all thoughts, crazy to play, regardless of everything.
The night is a young girl, shy, lonely, proud, quiet smile, viewing the unique scenery; night is an old man, withdrawn, quiet, literate, mysterious smile, painted this beautiful scenery; night is a child, curious, mischievous, motivated, exaggerated smile, piecing together the picture of vitality.
The night has a piece of lemon sour, a strawberry sweet, a piece of Huanglian bitter, a mountain pepper spicy. Thousands of flavors, gathered in one, deep into the heart of the heart, sealed as an eternal memory.
When it is cloudy, the cold wind, the campus is not active, less stars in the moon's reflection, always feel vacant a lot. The warmth of the dormitory is full of laughter and laughter, white lights, rose-colored curtains, more set off the elegance of the night.
Some people ask, star and night, is the night of the decorations? Of course not. The night's bosom, embracing all, star or moon, are the companions of the night, there is no noble and poor points, not to mention the theory of master and servant. --Zhang Ruoxu
Homecoming, I am looking for a homecoming. Spring sorrow, always pale sadness, reticence. The sound whistle of parting blew loudly, and we all drifted away in the glittering spring light, sniffing the fragrance of flowers and the freshness of the soil - drifting away.
That night I dreamed, attacked a long coat with sleeves standing on the riverside. I'm afraid I'll end up with a lot of cooler than I thought! The soft quiet always rolled that a trace of poignancy, delayed to lift the footsteps, by the flowers to trip. I don't want to go far away, but I can't bear to go in. I don't know if you will know, my heart of the tangled. The flowers are flowing, but how can they take away the worries in my heart? It's just a dream! It's just a dream, close your eyes, meditate on this piece of peace, enjoy the only moment of peace left. I'm not going to be able to get away from the peace and quiet and open my eyes and see the blossoms of the trees and the hustle and bustle of the sky. The noise is nothing more than the people who came before me, I can't do it. Recently tired, no longer active, I do not know whether I still miss the past, or do not dare to look forward. Because of happiness, that's why I love to laugh! I know I've been happy, that's why I miss it, that's why I can't let go of it, I don't even want to spit on the memories. I never know what I want, just love to laugh, happy, and do not give up. It's really hard to change a whole new way of life, and it's hard to be alone as often as you are. Because you simply don't know who to go to complete. Spring River and Moonlit Night, how to look at all feel miserable? Along the way, I met a lot, but also forgot a lot. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this.
Groping, stumbling, come to this step, it is necessary to continue to be brave ......
That night I dreamed, the night of the spring river flowers, flowers, flowers fly flowers full of sky.
--Afterword
Moonlit night of the first year essay 6It was in the spring, a spring night, I stood at the head of the river. The river was rising, and the vastness of the river, glittering with sparkling waves, could not be seen to the end. It should be communicated with the ocean, the river and the sea are connected, a round of bright moon on the river tide gradually rose. I can not help but remember "spring river tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon *** tidal wave", said probably this situation.
I read the "Spring River Moonlit Night" by chance, although the words can not be fully understood, but while reading, while being this exquisite poetry into a beautiful, hazy and mixed with a light sadness in the realm. I just didn't expect that tonight, by the river, I would meet it again suddenly. At this time, the scenery in the moonlight is more clear, everything is more covered with a layer of frosty moonlight. The flowering trees by the river are surrounded by the river, reflecting the moonlight and the river together with the glittering light, the quiet air with the fragrance of flowers. The sky and the earth are blended into one color, only the head of a round of lonely moon shining quietly.
Seeing the bright lonely moon, I immediately gave birth to a sense of loneliness and smallness. Yes, the moon and people are from when there? This bright moon by the river, year after year is the same hanging in the sky, as if waiting for someone, waiting for an agreement. I only see the river send the flowing water year after year and never return. It makes a person have a kind of "mourning my life in a short time, envy the Yangtze River's infinite" feeling of humility. The heart can not help but sigh with emotion, people's short life in the bumps and trips, sadness and happiness, ups and downs and the eternal moon compared to not worth a question. Why do we bother to chase after the sound and color, making the body and mind exhausted? However, in the sense of insignificance and a glimmer of hope, "life is endless", although the individual can not make a difference, but the human race will continue from generation to generation, for us to answer what we want to know, but can not help.
People live a life, there are always some love tripping. "Whose flat boat tonight, where the love of the bright moon building". The young woman is thinking of her departed husband. The moon seems to understand her loneliness, wandering in her loft and casting moonlight on her anvil where she is pounding clothes. "It cannot be rolled away from the curtain of the jade house, and it cannot be brushed away from the anvil of pounding clothes." At this time the woman is how much hope with this moonlight will be full of her thoughts and melancholy poured in his lover's body, but the geese are flying but this moonlight ......
Thoughts, is the most deep and fragile link in the emotion of life. Your life's whereabouts, always have to tie the hearts of many people who love you. But you can see through this world of confusion, ride this gentle and poignant moonlit night back to his (her) side? All these, perhaps, have nothing to do with me. There is just a kind of power that quietly rises from the heart at this moment.
The moonlit night of the first year essay 7Listen to my grandmother said, she lived in the countryside when she was a child, the night sky in the countryside can be beautiful, unlike the night sky of the city, gray, can only see a few stars and a bend of the broken moon. So, since I was a child, I always wanted to see the night sky in the countryside. When I was eight years old, my grandfather suddenly wanted to visit his hometown, so I was able to go back with my grandfather to see the night sky in the countryside, which I had longed for.
When I arrived at the countryside, I looked forward to the night. I lay on the straw, looking up at the starry sky, and really saw a new world that is very different from the city. That a star like a jade pearl sprinkled on the canopy, that a round jade disk like the moon is the most magnificent of those jade pearls, dotted in the river of stars. Those stars are like a little elf, naughty jumping around, a moment to wink at you, a moment upset, and hide behind the cloud girl, so you can not find him. I squinted again, looking at the bright moon, seemed to see the little white rabbit playing in the air, it treats the moon as a piece of fragrant cheese, greedily chewing, so the moon from time to time there are a few small gray spots. I was mesmerized, and suddenly remembered what my mother had told me, "There are many stars in the sky, and as soon as someone is born, a star is added." I thought "That little pale blue star must be my 'little guardian angel'." I could faintly see it nodding and smiling at me.
The naughty moon looked at the stars for fun and couldn't bear to be lonely. It borrowed the beam of light from the sun and from the cloud sister borrowed from the "color cotton" woven into the light of the line, the stars look at the line is so dazzling, change to grab to play, the results of the anti-twisted themselves, the neighboring stars can not be moved, so the stars were tied into the shape of a spoon, which is the gods used to drink the soup! The spoon - the seven stars of the Big Dipper.
I looked at the bright starry sky, looked at the countless magnificent jewels, gradually produced a sleep. In my dream, the stars invited me to the clouds on the guest, the moon and I play with ......
Although in the countryside only lived for a month, but the countryside "stars and moon night" but always make me hard to forget. I came back to the city, often look at the stars in the sky, but never seen in the countryside so beautiful, so unforgettable starry sky, perhaps the stars are afraid of those "smoke monster" it! In the countryside spent the night of the stars and moon so that my childhood has a most beautiful memories, the most happy memories, the most distinctive memories.
The first year of the moon night essay 8The moon, the cold and lonely loner, how many poets have been recited by the poet, and how many good sentences for him and circulated. I also like the moon as the world. I love her, and I love that she's so unpredictable.
Night, the more thick, blue sky, high hanging a full moon. From time to time, more than one such as a gossamer-like clouds, brushing the face of the moon, appearing hazy and misty. Bright moonlight, like the remains of the silent water, quietly cascade on the ground, as if it is covered with a silver veil. In the moonlight, the trees are asleep, the mountain is asleep, the insects are asleep. The whole earth has returned to a silence.
In the face of such a coal spirit, it is no wonder that Li Bai will have a cup to invite the bright moon, the shadow into three people's love. More to realize Su Dongpo bright moon when there is a few times, the wine to ask the blue sky of melancholy. But in the face of this poetic moon, I think his sorrow must have disappeared. Otherwise, why is there still the moon has a Yin and Yang, people have the sadness and happiness of the feelings of reunion?
This cold moon also adds a touch of sadness to the homesickness of the travelers. The moon is the hometown Ming far away in the foreign country to study the travelers look up to see the high hanging Canyon, must be issued such a feeling it. Whenever you see other people happy with their parents, you will inevitably feel a little bit sad in your heart. Look at themselves alone, full of distress only want the moon to tell, hope to let the moon to their homesickness back to their hometown. The seemingly small moon ah, full of how many travelers' hopes and feelings.
The light of the moonlight from the sky, is so soft, and so holy, so sentimental.
I love the moon!
Almost at the same time as the teacher shouted "class dismissed", Jiang Jiang spring-like jumped up, bowing, while "whoosh" leap out of the classroom.
"Let's go, buy something." Jiang Jiang and those few students at the bottom of the class joked and laughed as they walked towards the kiosk. Different from it is Kun Kun, sitting in the row in front of Jiang Jiang, and Jiang Jiang is a neighbor as well as a rival, is one of the top students in the class, every time the class is buried in hard writing, this time again saw Jiang Jiang ran out of the classroom early, and complained, "This Jiang Jiang, really do not see me as a rival."
In a few days, Jiang Jiang held three or four packets of snacks playfully back, Kun Kun twisted his head and whispered to persuade: "Jiang Jiang, do not play with those people again." Jiang Jiang ignored, just focusing on the drawer to draw books, took out the last pen to the table and said: "Do not bother me, to you tube." Kun Kun indignantly turned his head and read the book.
Unexpectedly, this monthly examination, Kun Kun's results still fall behind Jiang Jiang. On the way home once, Kun Kun bike whisked Jiang Jiang, want to ask for an understanding.
The moonlight was sifted into silver by the breeze and spread on the ground, like a layer of cloud-like carpet. "Hey, wait." Quin caught up with Ming, panting, "Let me ask you a question." Jiang Jiang twisted his head and laughed, "You nerd, you have to break the pot for everything, are you going to ask me why I always pass your test despite not doing my job every day." Kun Kun pushed his glasses and looked at Jiang Jiang.
Jiang Jiang looked at the moon and asked, "You to the bedroom and my bedroom window in one direction, so you sleep in the window to see the moon?" "Didn't notice." Kun Kun said, twisting the handlebars, riding into the neighborhood, Jiang Jiang shook his head and said, "Let me put it to you this way, I fell asleep when I saw the moon outside the window." Quin looked at the moon in puzzlement.
That night, Kun Kun finished his homework early, waiting for the first ray of moonlight shining into the house, but the moon as if the square crooks carousel on the never turn the pointer of the first prize, delayed in the window. Kun Kun thought: never been to Jiang Jiang's house, so pretend to ask the wrong questions to see what he is really doing.
"Snap." Jiang Jiang opened the door and smiled when he saw Kun Kun, said, "Guess you nerds will come, come in." Kun Kun surveyed Jiang Jiang's bedroom, a single bed board placed by the window, the end of the bed is a desk, the table is placed on several stacks of revision materials, the bookcase next to the closet is full of books of famous books, Kun Kun eye-opening, said, "So you're a nerd too." The two laughed, Jiang Jiang pulled out a book from the bookcase, flipped through the catalog and said, "Every day is they accompany me to sleep." Kun Kun picked up the open material on the desk and simply read the questions and said, "These are all questions from the midterm ah, you are really something." Jiang Jiang smoothly picked up the pen, drawing notes in the book said, "Not to do the questions every day will be difficult to sleep."
After a few exchanges, Kun Kun only returned home, and waited for a long time, only to see the moon hanging in the window frame, like a small wall lamp, illuminating the night, and then looked up to see the table is already 11:30, he suddenly realized, and then thought of the classroom never saw Jiang Jiang distraction mess, he could not help but sigh: Jiang Jiang is really great.
After that, Kun Kun ran to the bookstore to buy a few test papers. At night in the neighborhood of that building, there is always up and down two light, when the moon can shine into the house, the two light before and after the extinction of ......
moonlit night of the first year of the essay 10I put my hands on my cheeks, lying on the window sill, staring up at the moon in a state of infatuation. Suddenly, a hand touched my head and gently helped me to straighten my hair. So gentle, so warm, every strand of my hair greedily sucked in its fragrance.
"Girl, it's time for bed!" My sister pinched my little face.
"I want to see the moon up close ......" I murmured softly.
My sister seemed to freeze for a moment when she heard this, and then she smiled.
The next night, my sister pulled me along and hurried to the balcony.
I followed closely behind her, carefully surveyed her, soft and beautiful auburn hair, long fingers, delicate skin. I looked at myself, with my rough hair and short, thin figure, and sighed in disbelief.
From time to time, my sister looked back at me and smiled, a smile as pure as alabaster.
Standing on the balcony, my sister was excited and shouted, "Look, the moon!" She pointed to me, "Is the moon close to us now?"
Sure enough, looking in the direction of her finger, what a pure alabaster disk ah, at this moment, the whole world is enveloped in the clear light of the moon, the sky mirror-like.
But I was not interested in watching the moon view, just staring at my sister under the moonlight, she was raising a smile, looking at me. The same person, the same smile, why at this moment, I feel my heart is slowly melting away?
We sat on the floor of the balcony, and my sister hugged me tightly, as if I was the piece of Washi. I gently leaned my head on her shoulder, she wrapped one hand around me, the other hand touched my head, gazed at the moon, told me Chang'e running to the moon, the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine ...... Listening to such a beautiful story, I looked at my sister's face of yearning, quietly, I don't know when actually fell asleep ... ...
My heart, completely melted away, we are so quietly immersed in the moonlight.
I have never been so happy and joyful.