Moon Chuyi composition

In our daily life, many people have experienced writing, and they are all familiar with it. Writing is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. So how to write a general composition? The following is the composition I collected for you on the first day of the first month, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Mother is brushing clothes on the slate in the yard, and the moonlight covers the whole sky like a thin layer of spun yarn. When I was a child, I asked my father, "Why is there a layer of yarn in the sky?" Dad smiled and said, "That's what the fairy in the sky put on to make the sky more beautiful." Hearing this, my mother changed from whispering to laughing. My father winked at my mother, and my mother held back her smile, but only for a short time. After a while, mother smiled again. At this time, my father, who winked at my mother, couldn't help laughing.

I touched the back of my head before I laughed without a clue. Laughing and laughing, I suddenly saw something. There is a moon in the big water tank in the yard. I was so happy that I hid and snickered. Seeing that my parents had gone away, I sneaked to my good friend's house. Her house is also in this yard. I stood in front of her house and knocked on the door several times. She came out. I held out a finger, bent it and called her over. She came up gently and put her ear.

Mom and dad would be surprised, so we came to my house hand in hand in the moonlight. I brought a big basin from home, which just covered the water tank. Now we are very happy, our eyes have turned into a curved crescent moon. The next morning, I got up and went to the water tank to uncover the big basin. Seeing the moon in the water tank disappeared, I sat on the ground and cried. My mother heard a voice and walked out of the room, frowning and asking me what was wrong. I told my mother everything. As a result, my mother told me that it was not the moon that I built last night, but the shadow of the moon, which made me wish I had a hole to get into. Now whenever I think about it, I am also in distress situation.

In ancient times, people yearned for the moon. There is a story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon in mythology; There is a story in life that "ten thousand households" want to go to the moon; In ancient poems, poets often write about the moon.

Now, I know how far the moon is from me, which is 384400 kilometers. How big it is! How far is that! It will take hundreds of years to drive!

I also want to land on the moon, but the moon is not so far away from us! It exists in our life and childlike interests.

When I was young, when the bright moon rose, we would all come to the water tank. At this time, there will always be a full moon in the water tank.

I put out my little hand and stirred it in the water tank, as if washing the moon. Ripples collide with each other, but the sparkling moon is reflected, and one hand patting the moon is extremely light.

"Bang" water makes a clear sound, and the moon is included in this sound. How far is the moon from me? There is a sound from me, just in the sound.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, when we eat moon cakes and enjoy the moon with tea.

I can't help but think of Li Bai, who wrote a poem about the moon while drinking: "Is there frost at the foot of my bed so bright?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " I felt it when I was drinking tea and eating moon cakes. The moon is quietly reflected in the tea. I picked up the tea and drank it slowly, as if I had a noble feeling and purified my whole body. The moon melts into the tea, adding a charm to the tea. Mooncakes seem to be the embodiment of the moon, which makes me feel that kind of sweetness. How far is the moon from me? There is only a pot of tea and a moon cake from me! The moon is actually around us, not far from us, and there are moon figures everywhere in our lives. Just want to see the moon, need a heart of discovery.

I can't sleep tonight. I sat by the window, and a cool breeze blew over and gently blew my hair.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling the peace brought by the night. In the quiet sky, a few stars are scattered on the horizon, flashing, opening her big shining eyes like shyness and hiding to peep at the world. There is a silver-plate moon among them-the fifteenth moon. She is big and round, like a round moon cake, which makes people drool. I think Tiangou's saliva must be "flying down three thousands of feet"! At this time, the moon just woke up from sleep, and her cheeks were faintly purple, yellow and white, just like colorful pigments. She looks like a 15-year-old girl's face, but it is covered with deep wrinkles, like an old lady with a frown. The round face of the moon, with a kind smile, quietly looked at the world. The bright moonlight seems to cover the earth with a layer of silver-gray gauze, making the world very beautiful.

I looked at the bright moon in a daze. Moonlight is like water, pouring down slowly. Careful observation reveals a trace of helplessness on the moon's face. She cocked her head and stared at the distant horizon as if nothing had anything to do with her. Good moon, what are you thinking? Is it like Chang 'e, waiting for Hou Yi and the sun?

I don't know when it started. Things have changed, the century has changed, as if everything in the world has changed. But the only constant is the moon, your beautiful face.

There is no moon tonight.

On a moonlit night, I hope there is no moon, because the bright moonlight and swaying laurel trees bring me cold loneliness and endless sadness, and I can't face the bright moon hanging in the sky. I remember a song by Jay Chou that goes like this: revisiting the old place makes you feel lonelier when the moon is full. In fact, it's not just the moon that is lonely.

On a moonlit night, someone will accompany you to be lonely. On a moonless night, you can only be alone. I can't help looking forward to the moonlit night.

When the moon climbed the treetops, the moonlight shone through the leaves on the vast Yuan Ye, as gentle as water. The wind rustled in the Woods, and the moonlight jumped with it. Distant mountains are like belts, as quiet as ancient times, and there is an unbearable silence between heaven and earth. I long for something to break this silence, such as the moon star is scarce, the blackbird flies south and turns around the tree three times. Wei Wu seems to have met with good luck in the past, so he doesn't have to endure the pain of emptiness and loneliness. However, who can say that Wei Wu is not a lonely person? Emperors are all lonely, and even lonelier than Wei Wudi should be the fallen emperor of the Tang Dynasty: he gazed at the desolate moon in a temporary palace, and he heard the bell in the evening rain, cutting his chest. Yang Yuhuan died, Jiangshan lost, and he was left alone in the world. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof are thick with morning frost, who is cold and jade?

In fact, it is impossible to enjoy the moon in this way, and wine is indispensable to enjoy the moon. The blue sky appeared that month, and I stopped to ask, but I was drunk. He is not drinking wine, but the moon in the mirror. Dongpo lay man once asked heaven for wine. He knows better than others that people have ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. Therefore, the broad-minded artist laughed and drank the wine in one gulp, so that this loneliness would be the best in his stomach.

The moon is as big as a golden plate, as bright as a baby's face and full of childlike innocence. The soft gold ring gently fills the air around Yunliu. The moon rises higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building. She looked down at the earth and shone brightly.

Suddenly, pale clouds came, gently covering the moon, only to see flash through the clouds. She squeezed and squeezed, trying to get out. A cool breeze blew away the dark clouds, and the moon showed its beautiful face again, just like a little girl lifted her black hair from her forehead and smiled at people.

The stars in the night sky blink their bright eyes, sometimes flashing here and sometimes flashing there, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with us.

The fountain rises and falls under the gaze of the moon and stars. In the crystal-clear pool, the lights are flashing strangely, delicate water drops fall into the water, splashing a small splash, and the fountain climbs layer by layer with the breeze, striving for the highest peak. A gust of wind blows, and the water drops blow on my face. It's so soft, light and comfortable! Wow! Hiding behind the big fountain, the small fountain swings from side to side, like a young eagle spreading its wings. ...

From a distance, these scenes are like a beautiful picture scroll, eye-catching and intoxicating.

Many people think about their feelings with the moon, and Li Bai is one of them. For example, "My heart and the bright moon, I will travel west with you." "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." Wait a minute. However, does the moon really only express the feelings of missing?

In the boundless darkness, when there are no street lamps, the moon is the center of the world. She lit the light of time and guided the children to find their way home. She is brighter and bigger than the stars. On her full moon night, it symbolizes family reunion and reunion.

On the night of reunion, she was the only one hanging on the horizon alone, and the gate got together, talking and laughing. Maybe she is not lonely, after all, she is in the sky, watching people on the ground laugh. She never blames herself for her obscurity. She makes selfless dedication to light up the light for people and light up the world for them when they can't see the light. Maybe she can't help everyone, but who else wants to be so obscure, so hard, so free? I think the moon on the horizon must be waiting for the sun on the other side. After all, they were born together.

Both the moon and the sun are working for people in obscurity. Without them, the earth will fall into darkness, no light, only darkness. Perhaps, no one returns them, and they are also unknown and working hard. ...

There is no free lunch and no free light. They are just like their parents, illuminating the way forward for us. Finally, they didn't say a word of disappointment or complaint. Parents are the two most important people in our lives. They have done a lot for us, and we have complained about them.

Nothing in the world is perfect, so even if they do something wrong, we should forgive them, shouldn't we? The bright moon still illuminates people today. Thank you, Moon. ...

Moon Valley, composition 7 of the first day of junior high school, won the gold medal in the national "life" photography contest. This is a black and white photographic work. There are two towering peaks in this painting. At first glance, they look like two skeletons, but the shining light on the peak is shocking. Behind the valley is a bright moon. This is the confrontation between darkness and light, and this is the valley where death and rebirth meet.

Moon Valley is a legend, and its author is even more legendary.

The author of Moon Valley is a cancer patient. When he was five years old, he took the first photo of his life. This is a green bud that has just broken ground. From then on, he fell in love with photography. Before Sunday, his father got on his bike and took him out hunting. Mountains, rivers, forests, Yuan Ye, coasts and lakes all left his footprints. Just as he became more and more enthusiastic about photography, he had a sharp pain in his thigh when shooting outside. After returning to Shanghai, he immediately went to the hospital for examination. A regrettable result was that the cancer cells had spread. During his year, treating diseases has almost become the main content of his life, but he still likes photography. Until one day, the doctor told him, "Judging from your latest cancer cell cross section, your life has come to an end ..." He was not sad, but made an amazing request to complete his last work on cancer cell cross section. With the help of doctors and fathers, an exquisite and soul-shaking work came out, which is Moon Valley. Moon Valley is not only a stunning photographic work, but also a kind of spirit, telling us that as long as there is a bright heart, death is beautiful.

When I was eight hours old, I looked at the moon in the sky every day, sometimes like a sesame seed cake, sometimes like a banana.

I passed a small puddle when I went out to play at night. I found a round and bright moon swimming in the water, so I thought I should take it home and put it in a basin. When I grow up, I won't need to light a lamp, my home will be bright and bright, and I won't be afraid to waste electricity.

I ran home and took a basin to scoop it into the water, only to find that the moon was already in the basin, but there was still a moon in the puddle, so I thought it would be great to put one in our house and one in my uncle's house in winter.

But I can't finish digging and digging. What happened? Then, I kept scooping until the water in the puddle was finished, so there was no moon in the puddle. I found many moons in my basin. I was so happy that I went home one basin at a time and watched the moons one by one at home. I fell asleep slowly.

I woke up the next morning and found that my moon was gone. I really cried. My mother asked me what happened, and I told her. My mother smiled and said, silly child, that's the reflection of the moon. How did you bring it home? I'm completely enlightened.

Really naive, but I also learned knowledge. After all, I still got something.

The moon is a woman of few words.

She allows everything to happen under her nose and never makes a sound, which is very inclusive. She tolerates a person's decadence and disloyalty, human laziness and poverty caused by it, and human weakness. She allowed the old man's hair to be dyed with its color system and felt sorry for it. She allows all good things to be lyrical, and allows justice and evil to coexist.

She is a human mirror hanging on her forehead. She has the ability to distinguish right from wrong and the right to speak, but she has no ability to speak, just like a baby who has never learned to speak.

Sometimes she is in the sky, sometimes in the water, sometimes in the treetops, sometimes under the roof or eaves, and more often people step on her feet. She still said nothing. Neither cowardly nor proud. She will never learn to describe herself as an expert who is popular with thousands of people. She often forbeares, gnashes her teeth when she is in pain, and hides in the dark with everything.

The night when the moon cries must be rainy and dark. She doesn't know that darkness is the best time to breed evil. She doesn't know that evil people are doing all the bad things in the night sky without his light. If she knew that there were countless pairs of tearful eyes in the night, she would never hide, and there would never be night on earth.

Many years ago, the moon was the eye of the village at night. She is like a bright lamp, according to my mother's spinning hand, according to my father's late return, illuminating our dreams and the world as bright as day.

The sun supports tenderness, the moon supports her whiteness and purity, and I support a loving heart. Now, I want to open my heart and invite her to live in, so that a persistence becomes eternal.

The night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, a moon like a jade plate hung high in the dark blue night sky, and the moonlight poured down like running water, and the earth was silvery white. I said with admiration, "This moon is really bright and round!"

I can't sleep in bed. Looking at the dark sky, a few scattered stars, like shyness, peep at the world. There is a silver-plate moon among them. It has a kind and gentle smile on its round face and looks at the earth quietly. A few thin gray clouds linger around it, just like a fairy dancing, and the bright moonlight puts a silver-gray veil on the earth. The moonlight shines on my window as if it were covered with frost, which reminds me of the poem of Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty: "My bed feet are so bright, will there be frost?" The moonlight is a little cool and fragrant, and the air at night is intertwined, which makes people feel comfortable to breathe. ...

I can't help admiring the moonlight: it, unknown, always comes out at night to illuminate people who walk at night; It, honest and selfless, has contributed all its possessions, such as moonlight, to mankind. Isn't this spirit valuable?

I fell asleep. In my dream, I dreamed that I had landed on the moon fascinated by Apollo 1 1. I seem to see Chang 'e and Yutu busy for the Mid-Autumn Festival. They are busy making moon cakes. I told the story of our human beings to Chang 'e. Then, she took me to find a lot of chemical elements and brought them back to earth. I believe that in the near future, the moon will definitely become the home of Chang 'e, Yutu and mankind.

We yearn for the moon, and hope that in the near future, I can travel to the moon and explore its mysteries.

The first day of the moon composition 1 1 night, quiet. I sat by the window, waiting for the moon to rise. Look, the moon with a golden ring has finally risen from behind the mountain! The moon is first golden, and slowly passes through the white clouds like a light smoke, upward and then upward. Suddenly, the color of the moon became lighter and it rose very high. Its round face, with a gentle smile, quietly looked at the earth. A few thin silver-gray clouds surround it, just like the gauze of a fairy dancing.

Moonlight, like water, quietly sprinkled on the earth, covering it with a silver-gray skirt. The mountain village in the distance seems to be covered with a thin layer of silver gauze. Rows of green trees are faintly visible, and in the bright moonlight, a few nocturnal birds flap gently and occasionally make a few chirping calls. The moonlight sprinkled on the flower beds full of various flowers, and put a mysterious veil on the flower fairy. The breeze is blowing, dancing and flying. The reflection of the flower bed is like a magnificent picture scroll, dark and quiet. Ah! This is the kind of fantastic beauty?

Month, like a fickle baby, sometimes jumps with a chubby little face, as if angry; Sometimes I bend my mouth and smile happily.

Like a naughty child, the moon often plays hide-and-seek with the stars. Sometimes it hides behind the treetops, sometimes it hides under the steep mountainside, and sometimes it hides in the clouds ... the stars can't be found.

Ah! I love this charming moon!

The first composition of the moon 12 The moon sticks proudly and indifferently to the distant blue sky, and only thin clouds weave melancholy wrinkles for it.

"Today people don't see Gu Yue, and this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients." This was written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This simple and simple poem expresses a unique feeling for the moon. How many wanderers wander in the moonlight, waiting in the shadow of the moon, closing their eyes and crossing their hands, praying for the moon, don't sting the wandering sadness.

The moon has been synonymous with home since ancient times. It was only during the Mid-Autumn Festival that she showed her roundest and brightest side and showed the sustenance of countless thoughts without reservation. Who can escape her eyes and hide her heart?

As night falls, the night sky is starry, and the moon hides in the clouds to rest alone. Only the twinkling stars accompany her, bringing a little comfort to her lonely heart and relieving herself when she is bored.

When we walk on a strange road, it is dark and there are no street lights, there will inevitably be some fears and fears in our hearts. However, when we look up and see the shadow of the moon, the moon will replace the street lamp, so you won't be afraid. She tried to shine that faint light, tried to resist the darkness and illuminate people's hearts.

The moon is not perfect, it has a circle and a gap. The full moon hangs in the night sky like a big jade plate. The moon is like a silver boat, drifting alone in the Milky Way, rowing a sharp bow up in the quiet lake at night, which makes people enchanted. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is old and difficult. I hope people will last long. " Only the good wishes in the heart can fill the emptiness and loneliness. The moon is not empty, you can see it when you look up at the sky.

Ah! Moon, you light up the pedestrian's road, place the poet's deep affection, warm the hearts of others, make people full of light and have a beautiful yearning. You are the patron saint of our dreams.