Ask the Mid-Autumn Festival to write a composition of about 800 words, not history, not history! !

This Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, and I am very moved. Everything seems to come and go in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, it's already 18 Mid-Autumn Festival.

Tonight, my heart is always restless and turbulent, and I don't know if "eagerness" can be expressed.

In June, the British appearance is still so beautiful, I never thought she would change. The quiet moon has quietly climbed the treetops, like a child's innocent face, shining lightly on the leaves and gently reflecting back, decorating the trees bit by bit, which is very mysterious. Gentle silver light sprinkled on the road, like a mother's hand touching; She slipped into people's hearts again, like melting ice and snow in spring, moist, cold and brisk. She may come from heaven, and she is as beautiful as the virgin.

I can't bear to do anything else on such a beautiful moonlit night. Tonight is special. I don't want to interrupt. I'm afraid this beautiful girl is hidden. A quiet night and a beautiful moon are the darlings of God. I always want to keep tonight (this is an extravagant hope). Can't appear often, but it's arranged by heaven. This exquisite beauty brings people reunion and happiness.

I'm thinking: tonight, pour a cup of fragrant tea, put a plate of fragrant moon cakes, quietly lean on the windowsill, the wind blows brightly, and the jasmine fragrance overflows from the cup and blends into the air. Just like in heaven. Tonight I am alone, only inviting the bright moon as my companion, listening to Chang 'e singing and watching Chang 'e dancing; How lonely and intoxicated I am to miss her together.

Mid-Autumn Festival is the most fragile season for people. Tonight's full moon, hometown, relatives, seems to have a great distance. Oh! Miss your relatives in a foreign land, and your hometown is far away. I looked at the bright moon and suddenly felt a little relieved. I received a blessing from afar.

The moon shuttles through the clouds, like a child playing hide-and-seek, then disappears and comes out. Watching the clouds slowly pass by the moon, I thought in confusion: tonight, I will lose sleep, just like you, silently praying for the distance.

Yue Ming, you are tired. Come on! Lying in my cup, tonight, I will wait for you.

The moon is bright and the heart is calm. Looking back, it has been eighteen Mid-Autumn Festival.

Snow-white moonlight sprinkled on the bed, faintly heard the beautiful melody of moonlight songs.

Tonight, when the moon is full, I dreamed of the moon.

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