600-word composition on the Mid-Autumn Festival

The most unforgettable thing in Mid-Autumn Festival is to enjoy the moon. I think the moon tonight is absolutely the most beautiful.

As expected, you see, the moon with a golden ring has finally risen!

It slowly passed through wisps of smoke-like clouds and landed upward. After a while, it rose high. It has a gentle smile on its round face, which quietly illuminates the high-rise buildings, the tall kapok trees at the head of the village and the roads and paths between villages. ...

A few thin silver-gray clouds lingered around her, just like the gauze of a fairy dancing.

The clouds around the moon gradually dispersed, and the moon in the clear sky was as bright as a golden plate light-year, with gentle golden rings accompanied by wisps of clouds and willows. The moon rises higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building. It overlooks the earth and shines on the world. I squinted and looked vaguely, and saw a hazy shadow on the moon. Is it a tree? Is it a mountain? Is it a cloud? Is it a jade rabbit? Is it my figure? Just like you really think. Suddenly, pale clouds fell from the sky and covered the moon. The moon squeezes and squeezes, trying to get out.

A cool breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the moon showed its beautiful face again, like a little girl brushing the black hair from her forehead and smiling at people. I think walking through the clouds and the moon is more poetic.

The full moon on the 15th is still rising. It sheds light, gentleness and tranquility on the earth. It is so clear and pure, just like a fairy who is not a fireworks.

In the month, I stood proudly and coldly in the distant blue sky, weaving melancholy wrinkles for it. Who says teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow? Perhaps it is sentimental personality that makes me, who should be a lively and happy young man, prematurely label myself with this mature label-wrinkles. Sunshine boy, sunshine girl, sunshine life. Will the sunshine last forever? What's at night? I'm not angry, I'm telling the truth. Although I think it's true, others may disdain it. I refuse to accept it, and others refuse to accept it. Just like the moon and the sun, it is difficult for them to live in one world.

I stared at the moon for a long time and felt that it was like a floating boat, carrying people's good wishes and ideals to the distance. The Mid-Autumn Festival night every year is the day when it sets sail. As she drifted away, her outline gradually became thinner and curved until she disappeared. When I arrived at my destination, I told God about people's dreams and then came back to listen to people's voices.