Thinking about the moon, composition, about the Mid-Autumn Festival, more than 600 words. Well written

The moon and the sun are shining brightly. Why do you spare your silver light at this moment of national celebration? Oh! I know, moon, you are sad for the wanderer who travels far away, and you are crying for the relatives who finally got together. ......

In June, you saw the smiling faces of the Neanderthals, and the sad faces of people struggling under the atrocities in Xia Jie. You have experienced the great unification of the Han and Tang Dynasties, as well as the war changes in the Five Dynasties, Ten Countries and the Southern and Northern Dynasties. You are happy to gather, but worried about dispersion, and finally wait for a new country and a new system to be established. After a long separation, you seem to be able to smile. Unexpectedly, you are still guarding the separation of the people of the two places. It has been more than 50 years now. When you are angry, the family looks at each other, but they are helpless and still bend over to Kyushu.

Year after year, we admire chrysanthemums with wine, but wine enters our sorrow and turns into a golden lamp swaying all over the ground. Even if you climb the Chongyang Mountain in Zhu Yu, you can see the beautiful scenery of water and sky, but you can't see the familiar faces of your relatives in the shallow bay.

Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month. We held the delicate and sweet Mid-Autumn moon cakes in our hands, bathed in Yin Hui, took a sip, looked at the bright moon on the horizon, and stared like this, tears condensed. There is no wine, but I am drunk. The moon cake with a corner missing is waiting alone, hoping to feel the same blood flowing again. Life after life, life after life. Every year, the moon is only similar, the moon is missing, and it is round, and then it is missing. The moon cake with a corner missing silently entered the yellow pages in despair.

The moon is thin and people are sad. We stubbornly look at the narrow path, just like a white-haired mother looking at a child in a distant hometown. Crying bitterly and despairingly, as if it had been weathered for a hundred years. The crying of the voice makes the world change color, but it can't help the shallow sea waves. The road is the end of the world. We don't want to face each other across the sea. We don't want to spend years wandering around to meet relatives of the same family. We don't want to cry at each other through the screen, but we can't give them a hug. We don't want any of these. What we want is to live in harmony and have a happy family.

May, can Chang 'e's visit alleviate your worries now? Send some relief?

Where to seek immortality and return to the till and raise a glass to ask the bright moon?

Liu Yuze, Class 3 (4)

The moon that night is the most amorous feelings.

This night, not Qin, nor from Guanshan.

It was Liu Yong who woke Yang Liuan up, shook the oars and walked leisurely from the 24th Bridge.

That share of Leng Yan, that share of aloofness, and that share of sadness all turned into faint flowers, fled with the sky, shook the sleeves to cover the fog, and Na Yue timidly came to your window.

This scene is too white. "Until I raise my cup, I ask the bright moon, bring my shadow and let the three of us." In this scene, Meng De once "sang a song about wine, the geometry of life." This scene is still the same, and no one has an appointment after dusk.

It was a thin moon, wandering alone, without a cloud or a star, accompanied by the whimper of the wind and the whisper of the tree. Who can face this month alone without feeling dejected?

So, in front of Su Shi's wife's grave, I picked a poem to make it ring forever. The breeze sang a farewell song: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I will never forget it ..." The song didn't stop. The moon flew over the eaves of the mountain that night to see Tao Qian's hoe plowing the Peach Blossom Garden, Ouyang Xiushu's waiting figure, Jiangzhou Sima wet blue shirt, and Bai Niangzi broke the bridge. ...

Looking at the moon in the lake, when I saw Na Yue lying quietly in the water, I couldn't help thinking of Li Bai. In modern times, Li Bairuo is afraid that he has already gone with Chang 'e-1 and "drunk and crazy" on the moon. But I just want to fuck A Bing's string, turn a lake of autumn water into a lake of autumn moon's soft and delicate singing, and accompany a lonely poet.

Or till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon sings a song: "I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of heights and cold, and I shouldn't hate it if I don't wake up." When do I turn again? " ..... May people live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. When asked where Brewmaster was drunk, ChanJuan kept silent.

People say: those who get the moon are also expensive.

I sigh: those who get the moon are hurt.

That night, the month came so lonely and walked so desolate.

Chen Juan is waiting for you.

Three (2) shifts

Since Xia and Shang Dynasties, I have been called the Moon God, shining the sun. In the Spring and Autumn Period, I became Chanjuan of Qu Zi. I prefer ChanJuan's name to luna's. Because my brilliance is not so overbearing as sunshine, but as gentle as a girl's hair.

Since the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, I have been regarded as a cold forbidden palace by the world. It was Qu Zi who first understood my heart. He cried so sadly that I touched his unkempt hair countless times and really wanted to call him back to me. So QuZi smiled at me and ran towards me. ...

Li Bai, who is charming, and Du Shaoling, who is "the moon goes down the river", are my friends in the Tang Dynasty ... They gave me many poems. I don't believe that when you open a Tang poem, from the children's voice in Silent Night to the moving colors in Moonlit Night on a Spring River, all of them show my reverie. Hey! It seems to be because of the poet's deep affection, but it is my tenderness in the moonlight that makes the poet who is already deeply affectionate easily fascinated. You see, Chen Xian raised his glass and looked at the moon, showing a happy smile. He got drunk and threw himself into my soft arms. ......

I am so charming that even the bold and broad-minded Dongpo can't live without my beauty. "Ask the sky for wine, when will there be a bright moon?" Full of poetry, full of ambition, nowhere to play, brothers far away, no news, lonely and cold, who knows, only my beautiful Juan's beauty can calm him down a little. "When you turn to Zhuge, you should not hate it." Dongpo knows my mind too well. "May people live for a long time and be beautiful thousands of miles away." Yes, how can you not have the heart to send him blessings?

A thousand years later, I will still pray for them, waiting for the eyes of the new poet and the tears of the poet, both sad and happy.

The first time humans came to visit me, they were in a hurry, but they also brought back my wishes. Maybe I was influenced by beautiful poems. It seems that I am the exclusive patent of China people. I always think those blond people are a little rude, afraid that they will hurt my muscles for thousands of years.

I'm looking forward to it, and finally I'm glad to see "Chang 'e I" running towards me. They came with Qu Zi's firmness, Yi Xian's free and easy, and Dongpo's greetings. Don't worry, Chan Juan won't let my relatives down. I will send you a basket full of moonlight.

The eternal heart of the moon

He Shoukui, Class Three (1)

Looking back on the past, "Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, and his heart is clear"; Look at today's "Chang 'e is never lonely, and Guanghan looks forward to his hometown people". The moon is coming towards us step by step. She walked a long way, bathed in the Yangtze River in Tao Tao and played in the rolling Yellow River. It crossed the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and came all the way just to sculpt us. How many people's eyes and souls have been illuminated by it?

When Li Bai drank the bright moon alone, who asked him to "bring my shadow and make the three of us"? It's cicada Juan. The night wind came, miserable, and she gave Li Bai warmth; "Sorrow comes back, though it is drowned by wine", which means that she stands beside Taibai and melts the ice in his heart with light. The moon has never given up, whether it is frustrated in official career or depressed. She secretly helped them to cheer them up.

"You asked me how much I love you, and I love you a little ... the moon represents my heart." The moon is also the messenger of mankind. "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream", and the moon tells Wang Wei's comfort; "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home", and the moon whispered the poet's lovesickness; "I hope people will live for a long time, thousands of miles away." The moon expresses Su Shi's good wishes and expectations. ...

Moon, you have worked hard!

The moonlight shines brightly on Mr. Zhu's lotus pond with the fragrance of flowers. The moon flows on the strings of A Bing's "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", and the moon comes with blessings in "A Full Moon with Flowers in One Night". ...

Moon, forever bosom friend, forever friend.

Li, who illuminates the "moon" of Miao nationality, does not pursue fame and fortune, but silently undertakes the health work of Shili Bazhai Village in Miao nationality township. This "moon" would rather borrow money by itself than treat poor villagers.

Lin Xiuzhen, the touching "moon", has supported five elderly people who are lonely for 30 years. Perhaps it is charity for the rich to do such a thing, it is duty for officials to do such a thing, but it is great for the poor to do such a thing. This ordinary peasant woman moved Kyushu!

The inspiring "Moon" Tai Lihua, behind the "Thousand Hands Guanyin", paid a lot of hardships and sweat. We were moved by her persistence and amazed by her perseverance.

The water in the long river of history is surging, squeezing out the troubles of the world and spreading the eternal voice: the heart of the moon will always be with me. Have you with me in this life, forever.

The moon, who loves who shines.

Feng Kunlun, Class 3 (1)

Hehe, I like the moon.

I like the moon because it is quiet and elegant; I like the moon because it makes people think; I like the moon because it best represents my heart.

High above her, she is uncertain, with ups and downs. I often look at her silently and think about her on that windy or windless night. Yes, she deserves respect.

When she shone on my face, I knew she was greeting me. I will look up, smile at her and sincerely praise her: you are so beautiful today!

On the night when the breeze is accompanied by fallen leaves, I step on small steps, humming a leisurely tone and thinking about inexplicable things. Suddenly raised his head, through the branches of the sky, there is always a sense of fragmentation. But I turned my head and looked at the moon, still calm and beautiful. Inner peace.

In peace, I was thinking.

Anyone who can take time out of his busy schedule to look up at the sky is beautiful and kind! Dongpo has the habit of looking at the moon. Isn't it good enough to wish people a long life and a thousand miles of beauty? Isn't violet householder's concern for "worrying about the bright moon" kind enough? The moon is beautiful, so when you and I enjoy it, we must have a kind heart.

The moon also taught me the good idea of tolerance. Sometimes her eyebrows are bent, sometimes her machete is empty, and sometimes she is half-peach. Her beauty is not eternal, but a fixed picture. She needs an inclusive heart to appreciate and accept her. Yes, she is not perfect, but she needs us to accept all the rivers!

Leaf fell slightly, and seemed to fall asleep in Yue Hui's meditation. Gradually, everything is quiet and beautiful. Chang 'e, who has been sleeping in the moon palace, wishes this beautiful and pure man!

Gently, I'm leaving. With the calm, kindness, tolerance and thinking power given by the moon, I left the shine.

I like the moon, how can I not shine? Haha's laughter ...

The moon in my heart

Class Three (3) Huqin

By Walden Lake, the moonlight flowed quietly all over the floor, and the great poet left, but the moonlight still lingered in our hearts with the brilliance left by yesterday. On the Guluo River, there are rows of tears, and the cold figure in the moonlight is drifting away and disappearing in ancient times, but this picture can still sting our hearts; By the sea of Wang Yang, Zhuangzi dancing with butterflies, the moon tree by the sea, quietly turned into statues, hidden in your hearts and mine. They are all adhering to their own nature, and they have become eternal in our hearts because of their persistence.

The flashy world can't bring you peace of mind; A room full of gold and silver can't bring you a happy smile; Heat cannot bring you a warm home. Only by sticking to your beliefs can you enjoy the spring breeze, the vastness of the sky, the elegance of white clouds, the tinkling of streams and the quiet beauty of life.

In the vast world, we often moan like headless flies: "There is light outside the window, but I can't find the exit". Miscellaneous things block our vigilant eyes and dim the brilliance of the bright moon in our hearts. Standing at the crossroads, my heart is blank, and I have forgotten my faith on the lonely road of life-we are lost.

Just like today's super girls, super boys, happy boys and the red chamber draft ... are they really for their own ideals, or are they just going with the flow? Perhaps many of them, the bright moon in their hearts has been abandoned, only for temporary fame and fortune. Maybe in the future, when they wake up in the middle of the night, they will look at the dark night and ask themselves in confusion, what is their life for?

The bright moon in my heart is a "band-aid" in times of difficulty, a mentor in times of loneliness and a wake-up call in times of ecstasy. Because of his insistence, Li Bai exiled Bailuyuan, Tao Qian drank and picked chrysanthemums, and Huang Ge carried out gratitude to the end. Ren Changxia shocked China. Because of our persistence, we can still find the ivy of life in the fog.

The moon brings a little afterglow, illuminating you and me and warning us to have our own beliefs in our hearts. With your own moon, you can go further and more steadily.