In this silent night, the night wind rustles the leaves, and the cicadas outside the window are still ringing. The moon hanging high in the sky reminds me of you again. Su Shi once said that "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full and waning". But the moon is round again tonight, and you can't be reunited with us anymore. Grandma, how are you doing in heaven?
I remember when I was a child, when I went to you in the summer vacation. In the evening, you always like to take me to the rice field in the village to enjoy the cool. Listen to the frogs in the field and sit under the bright moonlight. You always let me lean in your arms and fan for me with the Pu fan in your hand. While fanning, while telling your past. You always say that the days are getting better and better. Compared with the past, we are much happier now. But I know you are lonely. Although life is better, you lack the company of your uncle and mother. They are always busy with their business and ignore you, but you never complain about them. You always bear it silently.
Grandma, do you remember? I don't know how many fairy tales you told me in the rice field under that month. I can clearly remember "Chang'e running to the moon", "Cowherd and Weaver Girl" and "Hou Yi shooting the sun"... Grandma, I still remember the stories you told me. Now these stories have become my memories of you
It's fifteen again tonight. The moon is rounder than usual. I came to the paddy field alone again. Everything here has not changed, but without you by my side. Whenever I think that you can no longer accompany me to the rice field to enjoy the cool; You can't tell me a story anymore; Can no longer fan for me; I will never see your kind face again; No more... It always makes me cry uncontrollably. composition
Grandma, how are you doing in heaven? Can you see the big and round moon as well? Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Now it's late at night and I'm going to sleep. I don't know if I can see you. Grandma, I really miss you. Daydream under the moonlight. On the night of the full moon, the bright moon in the sky is bright. The moonlight gently falls from the treetops, glittering and particularly beautiful. So I sat quietly in the hazy moonlight, feeling the tranquility of the night and the warmth of the moonlight, and my thoughts couldn't help daydreaming.
By the tunnel of time and space, I came to Nankai. Oh, my dream university. I've grown up a lot. I'm a college student. I'm walking on the mall of the university with my companions, and it comes from time to time in the distance; ' When I don't know the moon, I call it a white jade plate & lsquo; The sound of reading. At night, several good sisters and I sat quietly. In the moonlight, we sang heartily. In the moonlight, we poured out our hearts. In the moonlight, we thought of 'the bright moon on the sea, the end of the world at this time & lsquo;. This feeling is really beautiful, beautiful.
In spring, everything is scattered in Nankai. It's really fascinating. In the twinkling of an eye, the summer moon can't wait to come and bring us a charming moonlight. The autumn moon is sentimental. Whenever it comes, we will miss our home, think of our friends far away, think of people's joys and sorrows, and the moon is full and waning. It's difficult to solve this problem. The winter moon is like a mirror, which makes the snow on the ground whiter and Nankai more charming.
Sitting alone by the lake, I occasionally think of the story of Chang moth running to the moon. Why does Chang moth run to the moon? Isn't that Guanghan palace? I think maybe there is no trouble, maybe there is a jade rabbit with her, maybe there can live forever. But I think I'm not as lonely as her. I have my good sisters and my roommates. They will accompany me, spend this good time with me and share this beautiful moon with me. composition
College life is so beautiful and intoxicating. It seems that someone touched me. I was dreaming. It turned out that it was just a reverie. But I will work hard towards it. I will work hard with my youth. Struggle with sweat and realize my reverie under the moonlight. I hope people will be long and beautiful together. Let those of us who wish in the moonlight realize our reverie in the moonlight! Reverie under the moonlight reverie under the moonlight
"When will you be back?"
This is a low thatched cottage. It can't be more simple. In front of the door is a piece of barren grass, which is dead and has no vitality. However... However, on the grass, there is a man sitting with his chin looking at the moon: "today's moon is really round..." in his heart, there is a person who can never be replaced by others, "Chang'e, do you know how long you've been there, I've been waiting for you for a long time. When will you come back, today, tomorrow, or... "The man stopped talking because he knew she couldn't come back. She was on the moon
I want to go home
This is a round and big bright moon, in which there is a beautiful woman in Chinese clothes. Alone, she can only be accompanied by a rabbit. At this time, she was holding the rabbit and looking at the world, hoping to see the humble but warm thatched house. In her heart, there is a person who can never be replaced by others. "Hou Yi, I really regret it. I regret that at the beginning. Are you okay now, remember me, I want to go home..." she cried because she knew she couldn't go back again. He was on earth
Suddenly, a silver light appeared in front of Hou Yi's eyes. Then he saw a beautiful woman coming towards him, "yes..." Hou Yi was stunned, but for only a moment, he quickly stood up and grabbed her hand, afraid that she would go away again“ Chang'e, I knew you would come back. Just like now, we will never be separated! " Hou Yi said excitedly. composition
"Crackling..." a loud noise woke Hou Yi up. Hou Yi sat up and looked up. The moon was still hanging in the sky“ It was all a dream just now... "Hou Yi smiled bitterly. The heavy rain fell down in an instant. Hou Yi returned to the thatched house with his wet body and continued his unfinished dream... Reverie under the moonlight
Moonlight, quietly sprinkled with luminous "ribbons". Quietly, playfully wrapped a hazy "veil" for each building. From time to time, scattered moonlight is cast from the cracks of the leaves; Sometimes, like a shy little girl, she hid in the clouds and laughed secretly. So quietly watching the hazy moonlight, feeling the tranquility of the night and the warmth of the moon, my thoughts can't help but daydream.
I remember when I was a childish child, I was laughing and running in the woods of my hometown. I was so unrestrained. Behind me was my loving grandmother, who was watching with a smile. I ran crazy with me. I just told "slow down, don't fall", and what I gave back milk was the voice of milk: "I know." I was so happy and carefree.
When my thoughts turned, I began to enter primary school. There were so many good friends chasing together, laughing together, playing together, carefree, no trouble, no scolding, no pain, only happiness. Although sometimes we accidentally fall down, happiness has already consumed all the pain. composition
The moon hid in the cloud, threw sporadic moonlight through the gap of the cloud, and my thoughts began to surge again.
I recalled the pile of sand in front of the building. How many children had been laughing there, and I was no exception. At that time, my eyes lit up when I saw the pile of sand. In my opinion, the pile of sand was the best toy. There, I can turn sand into all kinds of images at will. Although it is not very similar, in my eyes, the "four unlike" animals I created seem to be more beautiful and likable than real animals. Besides animals, I can also invent all kinds of tricks. If you find winding "tunnels" in the sand, it must be my masterpiece. On this pile of sand, I got unprecedented happiness. And through this pile of sand, I know many friends who have common hobbies with me... Composition
Now, my happy childhood is like a hazy moonlight. I have entered middle school. The heavy homework makes me have no time to feel the tenderness of the moon. Just as I turn a blind eye to my parents' love, I often answer carelessly, and even impatiently treat my elders who think they are wordy. Under the moonlight, I have thousands of thoughts. Isn't this moonlight the gentle eyes of my mother, Father's silent love? I really want to run to my parents and say "I love you" gently.
The moon played hide and seek with me again. The quiet moonlight showed the seemingly indistinct and looming "posture" from time to time. For a while, it covered the ground with a layer of silver yarn and took it away playfully. I felt the tranquility of the night and the warmth of the moon. My thoughts were constantly churning. It was really "cutting and disorderly." Just as I continued to indulge in the charming moonlight, a car whistle suddenly pulled me back to reality. I couldn't help sighing and Thinking: Although the memory is beautiful, it can't go back. It's better to think about how to live a full life now! Reverie under the moonlight reverie under the moonlight
Jiang Zhuoyan, grade three of the fifth middle school in Zhaodong City, Heilongjiang Province
The moonlight is like water, quiet and serene. I spread it on my bed. Looking at the brocade like light, I think of the past happy, beautiful and happy years, and can't help but fall into meditation.
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When I was a child, whenever I came home from school and shouted "Mom and Dad, I'm back", I could eat a popsicle and turn into a cup of hot milk in winter. At that time, it was my favorite food and drink. So, drunk every day.
In the spring and Autumn period, after father-in-law sun went down to sleep, the moon lady quietly hid in the house for fear of disturbing those who fell asleep. My parents and I will enjoy playing "hand shadow" in the house by moonlight. Mom is a rabbit and dad is a wolf. What about me? Of course, after giving them a hunter, my father soon became a gun, and my mother became a house almost every day. Therefore, laughter would burst the small window and fly out of the house every night, far... Far... Composition
During the summer vacation when I graduated from primary school, my father often played racing with me when I had nothing to do at night. There was no professional track in my family. My father and I spent more than two hours "repairing" a "track" in my bedroom. In fact, the track was made of beverage bottles, cans, medicine boxes and medicine bottles. Although the track was simple, it was very difficult, with many right angle corners. The conditions are quite strict, that is, if the car touches those bottles, it will lose. On the first day, my father and I had a good time. We lost all the power of the two newly charged cars.
I remember a very deep time that day when I saw my father winning, I hit my father's car with my car. As a result, my car accelerated to overtake on the curve and passed smoothly. Because my father's car was hit "derailed" by me and knocked down a pile of bottles, I shouted happily: "I won! Dad lost! Dad lost! " My father was unconvinced. The green veins on his head jumped and argued with me for a long time. Finally, I said, "war is not tired of fraud". My father ended the battle speechless. Looking out of the window, there are no pedestrians in the street. The moon has smiled and bent over, as if cheering for me and laughing at my father's failure“ "A little"