The first composition in moonlight 1 I sat by the window alone, staring at the distance, my eyes red and swollen with tears; Tears are still flowing. I didn't wipe it. Let it flow into my mouth. It's astringent. The cold wind roared, the heavy rain was wanton, and the cold rain hit my fragile heart drop by drop.
With a creak, I woke up suddenly. Looking back, my mother dragged her tired body into the room. I quickly took out a tissue to dry my tears, but I couldn't hide the bloodshot eyes. "What's the matter, baby?" Mother continued in a hoarse voice: "When you reach my age, look back at the road you have traveled. This failure is a footprint on this long road. It is worth learning, but it is not worth doing everything for him. "
Unconsciously, tears quietly shed again. Mother gently wiped away my tears with her rough but warm and powerful hands. He smiled and said, "Life is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Tears are bitter, so are setbacks and failures. They only account for a small part of your colorful life. Beat them and the future will be sweet. " I dried my tears and looked at my mother. We all laughed, although my mother was a little tired from laughing.
"Mom, stay here with me for one night tonight!" I cocked my head and pretended to be cute. The word "hesitation" caught my mother's eye. "Forget it, I'm afraid I'll delay your rest." Mother shook her head gently. "It doesn't matter." I said with a smile. I lay on the bed first, and then my mother carried her heavy legs to the bed.
I don't know when the wind and rain will stop and when the clouds will disperse. The faint moonlight shone on mother through the window. Although not as strong as sunshine, it warms my heart. Looking at my sleeping mother in the moonlight, I put all my troubles behind me and entered a sweet dream.
Although there are troubles, life goes on. I didn't see my mother the next morning. When I walked to the dining table, I found a big breakfast was ready. Under the table, there is a small note that says, "Remember, the future is sweet, don't be afraid of failure!" " "Signature is actually" Cleisthenes ". It turns out that my mother saw the moon last night, too.
Motherly love, though not vigorous, is unpretentious, just like moonlight, though bland, though not as strong as sunshine, it is bright and flawless. Give people spiritual comfort in the cold night.
At night, the moon rises on time as before. I sat on the balcony and let naughty Xia Feng run through my hair.
"Today's moon is round, big and bright!" Mom doesn't know when to stand behind me and collect clothes. "It's windy outside, don't stay too long." "Oh, ok." I casually replied and continued to be in a daze. Moonlight falls on me and my mother, and we are covered by this warm silver light. The moonlight is so gentle, I look at it, so kind, so calm.
Mother smiled in the moonlight, but immediately went into the living room to sort out the pile of clothes. I saw those stars around the moon, and I couldn't help but feel ripples in my heart: Are those stars all children of the moon? If only I were one of them.
In this way, my mother came in quietly again. "Boy, you must be here. Come on, I cooked you a bowl of noodles. Eat while it's hot. " I turned my head, and my eyes collided with my mother's, which looked like the moon! As lovely and calm as the moon. I slowly picked up the bowl and took a sip, and the warmth of the silver moonlight overflowed my whole body.
When I was a child, my mother often watched the stars with me. My mother told me that the stars are the children of the moon. Even when I grow up now, I no longer believe those words, but whenever I look at the sky, I always hope that it is true. My mother stopped eating and asked with concern, "What's the matter? Why not eat? " I have mixed feelings in my heart. I accidentally caught a glimpse of my mother's white hair, which stood out in the moonlight. I regret myself, why I often let my mother worry, why I often make my mother angry! "Mom!" I handed the noodle bowl to my mother. "Eat this bowl of noodles. I can do it myself. " Mother did not refuse, calmly handed the bowl of noodles, revealing a smile.
I looked at the kind moon again. The moon looked at me and smiled at me. I proudly shouted to the moon in my heart: "I don't want to be a star anymore, I have my dear mother!" " "The moonlight is brighter, and now I find the stars smiling at me.
On the first day, the moonlight was alone by the deserted lake. The hazy moonlight sprinkled on the earth and covered it with a layer of silver. The breeze blew over the lake, bringing a little coolness. The green Liu Suifeng by the river swayed, which was very familiar and vague. After thinking for a long time, I finally got an impression, probably my hometown.
When I was a child, I always liked to laugh at the poems written by poets who missed their hometown. When the teacher taught me to read The Bright Line at the Foot of the Bed, I always kept my mouth shut, because I thought those poets were so boring at that time. Why should I miss my hometown? Is it different to get there? It was not until later that I felt how ridiculous and absurd my childhood ideas were.
When I was a child, I always fantasized about the outside world and thought it was fun outside. Finally, I had a chance. My father wants to send me to study in the city. When I first heard the news, I was so happy that I went to town by bus. When I arrived in the city, I realized that the city was really fun, but what seemed to be missing in my heart? At night, looking at the starry city, I found that my heart was very lonely. At first, I thought it would be fine in a few days, but after a few days, I found that my heart missed my hometown more. I try my best to restrain myself every time, but I fail every time.
After several years, I finally got used to this lonely life. Every time I feel homesick, I always open my eyes and look at the same mountains and water as my hometown in the distance. However, after all, the mountain is not my hometown, the mountain is not my familiar mountain, the water is not my hometown, the water I used to play with my childhood friends, and everyone is a strange face, even though it looks like my hometown here. There is no smell of hometown, no bumpy roads, no music in the fields at night. I used to hate it, but now I feel so sweet that I can't help myself. There is only the moon, but it is as round and bright as the moon in my hometown.
I really want to go back, but I can't. I really want to recall everything in my hometown, but I dare not think about it any more. I only wish my beloved hometown, across the moon.
Moonlight composition 4 The moon in the sky gives off a faint white moonlight, as if it were covered with a thin layer of silver sand on the whole ground. These objects are at a distance from the silver sand. Silver sand changes with the shape of the object, but when you reach out, there is nothing.
The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is the brightest. Even though it can't shine from night to day or anywhere, it still shines on the earth. That's enough. Looking at the moonlight outside the window, I suddenly couldn't sleep and had to get up. When I went to the window, I saw the bright moon in the sky. Too round! Perhaps, only today, only at this moment, there will be such a full moon!
The sky is like a plate with the moon at its center! The stars beside the moon are like candles on a plate, like decorations on a plate! Go downstairs by the stairs. Before walking on the road, there were almost no people on the road, and occasionally a few cars passed by. The night is so quiet, only occasionally there is a whistle from a distance. Occasionally, a few birds crow, breaking the silence of the night. I looked up. Although people are basically asleep, there are still many small animals who don't want to go to bed early. They still want to enjoy the wonderful moonlit night and see the dull bird. They have been looking up at the "jade plate" in the sky and didn't feel my existence at all. It has been watching, as if to see what it would feel like to see the moon from another angle. It finally turned around and walked towards me unconsciously. Maybe it's because it can't seem to see me in the moonlight. I accidentally moved, and it felt my presence and flew away at once, attracting a burst of birds.
Soft moonlight poured down the avenue, covering the earth with a layer of silver light. I walked on and found several white clouds against the moonlight, which undoubtedly showed the brightness of the moonlight. I looked at my watch. It was already late at night. I was walking home in the moonlight, and I was almost home. Looking back, the moon is so bright and bright that it is really a flawless white jade plate! As if the moon is a lake in the sky, there is no impurity in the lake, and it has become a unique and beautiful scenery against the stars and white clouds.
Moonlight composition 5 brings a cup of fragrant tea, a roll of ancient books and a fragrant smell. Not bound, not trapped by disturbing noise. The courtyard is blue, the moon is swaying, and you are reading by the moon.
After all, the human heart belongs to nature, but time can't bring back the sound and appearance of the past. In the end, people who spend millions to buy a little are all following the harmony of heaven. With this kind of mood, different lights are on, and you don't need to hang a mirror in the hall, so you can pursue your own footprints by the light of nature. What about the moon? What about people?
In ancient times, the moon fell in love with the old days. When love comes here, it has a tangled meaning. The book in my hand is too thin, because it is so old that it has turned slightly yellow. The finger on the page number obliquely reflects a clear vein. People and society are indeed transparent. Just like that grain, it reflects the unique dribs and drabs of the individual. Yue Hua ru Lian is Xi Murong's favorite moonlight, because it can penetrate the soul and reach the softest place in the heart? I am speechless when I love deeply. At this time of the month, the light is bright, and I am surprised by the light at this time.
However, I vaguely feel that my eyes are hazy. The moon tonight is different from usual, not only moonlight, but also moon-shaped.
It is strange to say that the circle is not round, but it seems to be curved but clear and round. The night wind often carries a chill of soaking wet, but I didn't notice it when I bathed in the wind. Just poured a cup of tea. The petals of the surging flowers and tea go up and down, as if they were still spinning, and the thick hot air goes straight up and down, reaching my eyebrows and flowing through my eyes. In an instant, my eyes suddenly lit up and the starlight flashed by. Na Yue used to be Emei month. The still water in the small teacup is still facing me, bit by bit, calm and calm. This is the tea I want, the moon in the tea, and this is the sober side I got after being in a daze. It turns out that the heart is born of love.
The night wind is very restless, and the bodies of ancient books on the stone table have been turned upside down. The so-called rummaging through books is probably like this. I lowered my eyes angrily. Holding a cup, I fell in the sentence "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us". Suddenly laughing, Taibai is so natural and unrestrained. If you have no desire, you have no thoughts. You can do whatever you want. Things are born of your heart, and your heart is born of love. The significance of these two things drops beyond a bright moonlight. Spend your life, month by month.
When I read it again, the moon was already hidden in the sky.
Composition 6 Moonlight on the first day A wisp of hazy moonlight sprinkled outside the window, soft. Looking at the bright moon, I can't help thinking of you, my grandmother.
In the fourth grade of primary school, others thought I was a very special child-I seldom talked and never communicated with others, and my neighbors even called me dumb. I just smiled and didn't defend myself.
Mom and dad are working in other places, so I will stay in my hometown and have your care. I am tired of living with you and your nagging.
At school, I am not as likable as those lively children, and I seldom communicate with teachers and classmates, because I always feel that teachers hate me. Every time in class, I always lower my head and put my hand in the desk to make small moves. The teacher found out and called my name, so I stood up slowly. The teacher said the same thing: If I find you like this again, don't come to school. What a loser! Then, I felt the teacher's disgust more and more.
There will be a parent-teacher conference at school on Sunday. I have to let you go. I know that when you go home this time, you will blame me for being disobedient at school. I'm beginning to feel that everything around me is getting dark.
Unexpectedly, when you came back, you smiled and said to me: The teacher praised you! Say you have ambition, and you can do great things when you grow up! I told you! How can you be worthless?
My doubts vanished at once, and in an instant I felt the room lit up and your wrinkled face became lovely.
The teacher praised my promise! He didn't like me before It's all fake. What a good teacher! Suddenly I feel that the teacher has become amiable.
From that day on, I devoted myself to my study with unprecedented enthusiasm, and I began to talk and laugh. The teacher was also pleased with my great changes and praised me specially.
Later, by chance, I asked the teacher what he said to you at that parent-teacher meeting. The teacher pondered for a while and said, I said a lot of bad things to your grandmother at that parent-teacher meeting. Did your grandmother tell you? But the next day, your performance really surprised me. Suddenly, my eyes blurred.
Grandma, your love is like moonlight, vague and warm. Looking at the moonlight, I think of you again, your nagging, your delicious food, your wrinkled face and your hard face.
The moonlight composition on the first day of 7 nights spread. Darkness swallowed up the whole sky silently ... I wandered alone in this darkness, feeling empty and helpless, and only wanted to be integrated with this darkness. ......
Suddenly, it flew down from the sky with a brush. Blink, recover. The earth is bright. who is it? Not afraid of the dark, hanging in the air alone! who is it? Don't be afraid of loneliness, just scatter the light by yourself! who is it? Even if the light is weak, we should bravely fight against the darkness!
The sudden light, like a ray of sunshine, melted the glacier in my heart, and I calmed down and reveled in the moonlight bath.
Moonlight, flying and rolling, falls from the sky like a waterfall, washing away the darkness in the world. I think at this time, she is not a shy girl as people say, but an invincible woman. In the face of darkness, she will never stay in the sunshine, all she has to do is wake up the light!
However, moonlight is two-sided. You see, now the moonlight is gentle, gentle, like a breeze squeezed in from the crack of the door, like ripples on the pulp, like leaves falling on the water. Everything is so soft!
Moonlight slowly flows into my heart from the sky, flowing, flowing, taking away my helplessness and giving me spiritual joy!
Moonlight is always so warm, like a mother's hand, stroking you gently. On the fragrant grassland, cute little insects perch on golden leaves and show off their voices from time to time. In the air, hundreds of dark elves-fireflies are playing around ...... All the creatures on the earth are cared for by moonlight.
Suddenly, a wisp of if have if have no breath, sending out the air conditioning, fragrance, frankincense. Is it the smell of women? Is it the smell of shy girls? Or the smell of maternal love?
I don't know, I can't know, I can only indulge in it!
Gradually, my confused eyes became bright. My heart is also full of an unknown feeling, which is about fearlessness and courage!
Just like this moonlight, even if the light is weak and the power is small, we bravely fight against the darkness!
When I looked up, the darkness no longer existed, only this faint moonlight was trying to radiate and gradually became brighter and brighter. ......
Moonlight composition hangs high in the original dark sky in August, illuminating the sky so that you can see clouds floating. I sat by the window, and the moonlight came in through the branches and fell on my face. Feeling the gentle moonlight, my thoughts can't help flying.
"ah! Play hide and seek! " Their voices are ringing in my ears again. In the evening, my friends and I ran to the campus to play hide and seek. There are not many lights on campus, even if there are lights in some places, they are slightly brighter. Every time we play hide-and-seek in the bright moonlight by the light of the moon sister in the sky.
"ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" It's Xiaoliang's hearty laughter, "Ha ha ha! Are you hiding? See if I catch you one by one! " She ran around the campus, looking around. I hid in the old place and poked my head out to observe her every move. "Chengcheng", she ran past the osmanthus tree dazzled by the moonlight and ran down the stairs over there. I can't help laughing. I raised my hand and quickly covered my mouth. "Win!" There came the sound of victory. I watched her run away and quickly ran out quietly. "Sheng-"I deliberately stretched my voice and smiled proudly. Then some friends ran to me happily. It seems that Liang Xiao still hasn't found it. She came slowly from the playground, pretending to be poor and complaining, "Where have you all been hiding?" Really hard to find! "I smiled and said," all right! I will find the next game, ok! "She smiled at once." All right, all right. "She said and ran away happily, probably to find a hiding place. I looked at other friends, and then looked at her helplessly, her! The momentum is good every time, but it is always silly to find one.
A gust of wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering. It has just rained and the air is getting cold. I looked out of the window, and there seemed to be little stars twinkling on the lawn in the moonlight.
Watching, watching, another picture emerges: after playing hide-and-seek, we lie on this lawn together, count the stars in the sky together, look at the endless night sky, and dream of flying into space as astronauts one day and playing hide-and-seek with our partners in space.
Thinking, thinking, my heart gradually warmed up. How naive and happy we were at that time! I looked up at the moon. It was round. Dear friends, do you look at the perfect moon like me?
The moonlight is brighter and the heart is brighter.
Moonlight composition 9 Breeze blowing, bringing wisps of fragrance. On a hot summer night, the power went out, and the world seemed to be a steamer, which made people breathless.
I simply took a cup of cold boiled water and squatted in front of my house, sipping for a while. There is a little restlessness in the summer night wind, which makes me unable to calm down. I want to gulp down the water irritably. As soon as I looked down, a white crescent moon lay quietly in the cup, bright and bright, reflecting a little gray light in the glass. As soon as I shake the cup, it hits the ground, jumping and flashing like a small piece of white forest. The soft Bai Yueguang in my memory is becoming clearer and clearer at the moment. ...
What I fear most in summer is power failure. I lay on the mat and soon my vest got wet. I take it off and twist it, and I can squeeze out the sweat with fishy smell.
I tossed and turned in bed, kicked off the quilt and knocked over the cup on the bedside table ... Grandpa patted me helplessly, rolled up a mat and said grumpily, "Go to the hospital and sleep in the park, where it is windy and cool." You boy, you just can't let grandpa sleep well. "
Laying a mat in the moonlight, I rolled over and lay on the mat. Suddenly, that cool feeling spread all over my body, but I knew it wouldn't last long. Sure enough, after a while, the hot and humid sweat stained the mat, sticky and uncomfortable. I cried, "Grandpa, it's so hot!" "
Grandpa stretched out his hand and raised a cattail leaf fan, which was made of bamboo, emitting a faint earthy smell, mixed with the smell of grass and overflowing with fragrance. Grandpa put his hand on my shoulder and shook it gently. In a trance, a cool breeze came. It doesn't look cool or sultry, but it magically cools my restless heart bit by bit, and the sweat on my body decreases with the contraction of pores.
I turned my back on grandpa, and a piece of white light spilled on the ground. I looked up, the moon was smiling, and I smiled. In the moonlight, I can only see the shadow on the ground, the thin arm, holding a round thing, moving rhythmically, and the circle is bigger and smaller for a while. The cool wind blew from my ears, and my tired eyes slowly closed and I fell asleep peacefully in the moonlight.
Bai Yueguang in memory is an indelible memory and a quiet and beautiful childhood.
Moonlight composition 10 I still remember that autumn, after avoiding the heat, we finally stepped into the campus of junior high school. During the military training, we were already familiar with it. When we met again, we also smiled at each other. I think the friendship at that time was just explained by a smile, simple and clear.
After the first monthly exam, I didn't complain about my failure. I still tried my best to make everyone happy. Others may think that I am an optimist. Only you know that I am a person who is willing to keep everything in my heart. Looking at me, you can't help feeling a little distressed, and you often let me go with joy.
After the parent-teacher conference, you told me many things quietly. Just another student who is determined to study hard. Finally, you said a wise saying: "Zhao, I think you will never be depressed, you can only make others depressed!" " "Say that finish, then a bright smile on his cheek. I was shocked and just wanted to refute something, but seeing your appearance, I have nothing to say. The sunshine that day was unusually bright, as if it were not the earth, but our pure friendship.
Another parent-teacher conference is over. One day, physical education class went to school. You've been moping. I was curious, so I pestered you. You were silent for a long time, and finally slowly spit out the truth. It turns out that I don't know which parent told other parents behind my back that they hated me. I heard that you were on duty that day. After listening, I was silent. I immediately asked, "Shizuko, what will happen to you if one day no one in the world believes me?" Without thinking, you immediately replied, "If there is such a day, I will believe you!" " "
When I heard that, my heart ached. This is a friend!
Friends are the people who are the most sad and want to see; Is the person who doesn't have to say sorry when interrupting others; Is a person who doesn't have to say thank you when he helps; Is a person who will not change his name step by step; People all over the world care about each other. Friends will comfort you when you are sad; Friends will help you when you are in trouble; When you are happy, friends will share the joy of happiness with you; When you fail, friends will pull you forward. A friend is not a stumbling block, but a combustion booster. A bosom friend, someone to talk to.
This is a friend.