Moonlit masterpiece

In daily study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to writing, and people use writing to achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is an excellent composition on a moonlit night that I compiled for you. Welcome to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

One night, I was lying in bed and didn't want to sleep. I suddenly looked up and found a bright moon hanging in the sky through the window, surrounded by clouds. At this time, the moon, in my eyes, is like a fairy who came to visit the beautiful scenery of the world ... Thinking, thinking, I suddenly flew in the direction of the moon, and I couldn't help but close my eyes. ...

When I finally landed, I slowly opened my eyes, but I was shocked by what I saw: a big man with bare arms was cutting a osmanthus tree beside him with an axe, but every time the axe was cut, the scars on the osmanthus tree miraculously recovered immediately. I patted my head and suddenly "Oh!" A cry, this just remembered that this should be WU GANG always give up. He seemed to be startled by me, looked at me warily and asked, "Who are you?" How can it be on this moon? ""what? I'm on the moon! "I'm a little confused." Yeah! I'm WU GANG, and you are ... ""Oh, my name is Tang Qiyan. Is there a sister Chang 'e here? By the way, I'll tell you a secret. As long as you keep cutting down this laurel tree, it will fall down! " "Oh, where is Chang 'e? Have you seen the Guanghan Palace? Where does she live! How do you know how to cut down trees? ……"

Before he finished, I ran to Guanghan Palace at the speed of 100 meter. "ouch!" I ran so fast that I forgot there was a door at the entrance to the palace and ran into it.

"Who are you?" I touched my bruised head and slowly opened my eyes. When I saw who was in front of me, I couldn't help laughing: It turned out to be the Jade Rabbit, and now even the immortals are following the fashion. I saw it wearing short armor, jeans and a shiny crown on its head.

It seemed to be angered by me, so it grabbed a stick and chased me. "Help! The rabbit hit someone! "

Suddenly, "Bang!" A loud noise brought me back to reality. I slowly opened my eyes: it turned out to be a dream, but I still touched my ass with fear. It seems that "rabbits will bite when they are anxious" is not unreasonable!

On the evening of August 15, Xiaoqi came to the grass next to her house to enjoy the charming moonlight. She thought: Is there really the Guanghan Palace on the moon? What is Chang 'e doing? Who will eat the fairy medicine smashed by Moon Rabbit? Xiaoqi thought for a moment, then looked at the moon. Moonlight bathed her and dressed her in a fairy dress that smelled like the moon. Xiaoqi flew, and she flew to the moon palace in the boundless night sky.

When she came to the Moon Palace, she saw a big laurel tree with a man sitting next to it. Xiaoqi went over and asked politely, "Hello, uncle. what is your name , please? What are you doing sitting here? " Uncle happily replied: "Hello, little friend. I am WU GANG, and the Jade Emperor sent me to cut down osmanthus trees. Today is the day when fairies in the sky get together. The Jade Emperor was very happy and asked me not to cut down trees today. " When uncle finished eating, he went to help the fairies arrange the banquet. Xiaoqi walked on and saw a stone table and four stone chairs. She sat on one of them. Xiaoqi felt something vague under her feet, and she didn't know what it was. She only heard "ouch". When she lifted her foot, she saw that it was a rabbit. There are many rabbits, but it seems that only Jade Rabbit can talk! Rabbit's long ears, ruby eyes and tail are like a fluffy ball, so cute. Xiaoqi was thinking about it when the rabbit said angrily, "You stepped on my foot, don't apologize soon!" " "She just came to her senses and said," Excuse me, are you Jade Rabbit? The rabbit proudly replied, "Of course, can't you see I'm studying medicine?" "She asked," Jade Rabbit, can you show me around? Jade Rabbit said, "Yes! Jade Rabbit walked with Xiaoqi for a while, sent her to the place where the banquet was held, and said, "Please sit down." Xiaoqi sat down and looked at the delicious food on the table. She can't help but want to eat a big meal. As soon as the table opened, she stuffed a piece of rice cake into her mouth and said, Ah, delicious, a fairy is a fairy. Only they can make such delicious food! After a hearty meal, Xiaoqi began to like singing and dancing. Chang 'e is the protagonist, look, her graceful dance; Listen to this wonderful music. Didn't Tang Xuanzong write this colorful feather? Ah, this is beyond words! Fascinated by it, she suddenly heard someone calling her. Xiaoqi opened her eyes and found that it was just a dream. She thought: I must study hard when I grow up and visit the fairies on the moon.

In March, a transparent glass bottle was filled with water, and a little tune was played by tapping it gently. Later, the bottle broke and the water flowed into the soil, and the simple notes could not be picked up again.

A soft moonlight shone on the windowsill through the window. I lay there, and then I remembered that today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar. I think, after the rain, today's moon must be brighter and more moving.

So, I quietly came to the balcony to enjoy the moon. What a round, bright and plump moon! A few sparse little stars and clouds like smoke, fog and yarn all over the sky add a bit of poetry to this moonlit night. Just when I was completely immersed in this picturesque state, my cousin asked me to go for a walk with him. I walked leisurely along the long path. On that quiet path, the moonlight sprinkled on my clothes, which was beautiful.

I am dreaming of beautiful fairy tales, and my body suddenly feels that the warmth of the sun seems too warm, and the starlight is lonely. But only this gentle and beautiful moonlight will be just right. The moonlight still shines on the endless path, and the world is completely shrouded in this sacred atmosphere. Unconsciously, I found that all the flowers and grass ... looked fresher under the washing of moonlight, breathing warm and fresh air. The breeze blows, the water surface is slightly wavy, and the shadow of the moon is gently rippling.

I don't know how long it took us to remember to go home. Nobody can forget such a beautiful moonlit night!

Childhood has passed, leaving only bits and pieces of memories like bottles.

Pang Xiaoting, Grade Two, Zhonghai Cui Yi School, Longgang District, Shenzhen City, Guangdong Province

A hazy moon is emerging from the cicada-like transparent clouds in the forest, shining with silver brilliance. "I don't know the moon when I am young, so I call it a white jade plate." When I was a child, I didn't know it was the moon, but I took it as a white jade plate. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the family sat together, eating moon cakes and chatting about their experiences.

The moon has lifted off, and the bright moonlight has filled the fence yard in my hometown. The old little table stood quietly in the middle of the yard. The table was covered with moonlight like a white tablecloth. There are flower-like moon cakes on the natural tablecloth, and there is a layer of crystal moonlight on the original golden moon cakes. Everyone sat in a circle around the small table, each holding a piece of moon cake and tasting it slowly. Not long after, my brother suddenly said to me, "Let's have a competition to see who speaks more poems." "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." I said. "From a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank it alone. No one is with me; Until I raised my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. " My brother said poetically. "The moon, now round at sea, has no end at this time," I continued. "In the first half of Emei Mountain in autumn, Pingqiang River reflects." "In the dim moonlight, wild geese fly high in the sky, and the Tatar chieftain runs away in the dark." "On the third night of September, the dew is as bright as a pearl, like a bow." ...

My brother and I said many poems in the moonlight. My brother won because he knew more than I did. When my brother and I were talking about poems just now, the adults were listening quietly, and sometimes they talked about the feelings of these poems.

Often the harmonious time passes quickly, and my sister and a few friends are running on the path in front of the small courtyard. Moonlight enveloped their innocent smiles, and we couldn't help laughing when we looked at them.

In the moonlight, we have our own thoughts. ...

In spring, on the foggy river, the river rises at first and overflows the shore. Between heaven and earth, piece by piece, water and sky are the same color.

Poet, standing under the old osmanthus tree, looking up at the sky, a beautiful full moon. In the deep sky, it exudes a round and clean light, so eternal and beautiful, as if waiting for something, unknown. But looking at the endless river reminds the poet of the woman who lives alone in the empty boudoir.

Looking around, lonely and sad.

A woman seems to want to avoid this full moon, which is in the sky to remind her that she is leaving people. Helpless, she wandered around, always unable to escape the moonlight and the parting figure in her heart. She sighed sadly and rolled up the curtains. Ah, is it to keep the moonlight out?

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation.

The parting in my heart only makes me frown, but it makes me feel better. Wave after wave, I can't let go. The woman's eyes are full of tears at the thought of her husband's departure.

In that autumn day, my husband left, just like this distant river, until today, there is still no turning back.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Ah, my husband who misses me day and night, when will he come back for reunion? She doesn't understand why her husband who is far away from home hasn't sent a letter home yet.

Looking at the calm river, my heart is full of sadness and helplessness. I can only entrust this parting to the moon, and let the moon send this lovesickness to a distant place.

It's good to see the moon around your parents!

At night, I waved my fan on the balcony and looked up inadvertently. Hey, the moon is really round tonight! Almost comparable to the moon on August 15th! I see the moon is like a disc, and its round body reminds me of "when I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate". But the moon is not just the shape of a "white jade plate". And the white jade plate. Since ancient times, people have praised and criticized the moon, but she still stands upright in the sky, quietly looking down at the earth. I look again, the moon seems to be a gentle mother, gently stroking the earth.

There is no sound around.

It turns out that the night under the moonlight is so quiet that I can't help putting down my fan and enjoying the moonlight quietly.

Moonlight is like water The moonlight is charming. The moonlight glided across the leaves, leaving a silver glow. The leaves also danced beautifully on the ground. Occasionally, a few cicadas sing, pulling me into poetry and painting, making me crazy. Suddenly, a dark cloud covered the moonlight. Suddenly, a sense of loneliness filled my whole heart, and I looked at the moon again. But I can only see the darkness. Suddenly, I felt that I was involved in the long river of history. It seems that hundreds of years ago, in a quadrangle in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi enjoyed the moon alone, drank alone, and missed his distant relatives, but could not see it. This sense of desolation and loneliness must have penetrated his heart, which made him write the famous sentence "I wish people would live for a long time, but thousands of miles away."

Can you go anywhere in the world and do what people want to do? Fortunately, there is this eternal moon, which soothes the hearts of lonely people with silent moonlight.

I can't help looking at my parents around me. They nurtured my growth, taught me how to be a man, and gave me the motivation to move forward. They will always be with me, past, present and future. Thought of here, my loneliness disappeared between heaven and earth.

The dark clouds have cleared away, the moonlight shines on the earth again, and the distant cicadas are heard in my ears. ...

Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion.

My parents and I went back to my hometown of Qindong to visit my grandparents. After about half an hour's drive, we arrived at my grandparents' home. My grandfather's house is the same as before, osmanthus, pond, boat and attic. The difference is that both faces of Grandpa and Grandma are covered with traces of time. Grandma's face is kind, and her white hair is like a heavy snow in deep winter. She held me tightly with rough hands, which was very warm.

After greeting, I went to the backyard to enjoy the moon. I looked up in the silent night, and the graceful figure of the moon appeared and disappeared in the hazy clouds, which made me feel relaxed and happy. The Millennium night is mysterious. I sat on a wooden stool, listening to the music of insects and birds, and flew into my fantasy thoughts with the bright moonlight. You see, the moon is particularly bright tonight, and the wind is particularly gentle tonight. Slightly cool moonlight sprinkled on the rows of roofs, covered the roofs with gorgeous silver, and fallen leaves and fragrant osmanthus filled the alleys. Looking back on the old days of childhood, today's osmanthus is ... light but fragrant. The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus permeates my heart, and I can't help looking for the sweet-scented osmanthus tree I planted with my grandfather when I was a child. It turns out that it has grown so tall. It can really be described as "the crow in Bai Shu in the atrium and the silent and wet osmanthus in Coody Leng".

I slowly walked out of the backyard and came to the grass by the river. As long as I brush it gently with my hand, several faint fluorescent lamps suddenly appear in the darkness. Looking up at the starry sky, the lovely elves beat wildly, cut through the darkness in the distance, and finally disappeared at the end of the bright moon.

"jathyapple is full of expectations, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into." I don't know how long I've been sitting and what I've been thinking. The bright moon is mischievously hidden in the clouds, the autumn wind blows slowly, and my childish fantasy sleeps in the faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

The bright moonlight penetrates the gauze-like clouds, quietly sprinkled on the windows and reflected on the wooden floor, creating a layer of Yin Hui. The dark sky outside the window hangs over the sleeping earth, and the pedestrians on the street are sparse, which is in stark contrast to the bustling noise at dawn. Everything seems to be covered with silence. The place where the moonlight falls, vaguely, vaguely, seems to have a little mystery.

Since ancient times, many poets have special feelings for the moon, such as Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Look, he took a sip and asked, "Until, raise my cup and I will ask the moon"; Dine at the table and watch "Moonlight Jade Plate"; Thinking of a good friend is more like "I watched the autumn moon on the deck"; Recalling the past, "I lifted the curtain, sighed and stared at the moon"; Even when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw Yin Hui everywhere, I couldn't help "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home". His heart of loving and praising the moon is evident.

Month, always so bright, conveys the nostalgia of Qian Qian's thousands of wanderers for their hometown and their loved ones. Bright full moon, constant full moon. I don't know if there are many wanderers who can't help staring at this bright moon in a foreign land and expressing their homesickness. Just Peng Li Kebang's "Hometown of the Moon":

The moon in the sky

The moon in the water

The moon in the sky is in the water.

The moon in the water is in the sky.

look into the sky

Looking at the moon and thinking about my hometown.

One is in the water

One in the sky

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Yes, the moon in the sky is out of reach in water, but the moon in water is still out of reach in the sky. This poem tells us that wanderers from other places can't go back to their hometown, so they can only use the moon to convey their helplessness, disappointment and melancholy.

In addition to yearning for the moon, there are many myths about the moon, which cast a mysterious veil on the moon. For example: the story of Gui Shu and WU GANG, the goddess of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and so on. Every story is so attractive and fascinating that people can't wait to explore the moon.

The twilight clouds are full of cold, and the milky way turns to the jade plate silently.

Looking at the silver moon, I lost in thought. ...

A golden full moon rises slowly from the eastern sky. The moon is golden, like a pumpkin hanging on the horizon, its color gradually fades, and finally it becomes a silvery white jade plate. One or two stars twinkle beside its light, and it is not alone in the boundless sky.

The dark grove had a glimmer of light under the moon. Soft moonlight caresses the leaves' faces, permeates the moonlight into the forest, and the silvery white light sets off the forest more beautifully.

In the moonlight, the Weihe River is wrapped in silver, and the bright moonlight falls on the water of the Weihe River. The reflection of light is no longer obvious. The Weihe River, which is not very clear on weekdays, looks clear and soothing in the moonlight. The moon leaned against the water and trembled slightly, as if dressing itself up. The moon reflected on the lake seems cuter than the moon in the sky.

The city in the moonlight seems to have another taste. People in the street were covered with silver gauze, and suddenly there was a shadow on the moon. It seems that I was embarrassed to meet so many people, so I covered up my beautiful appearance.

The campus in the moonlight is beautiful. People talk about everything and are carefree; Children play in the moonlight and run around happily; The flowers and plants on campus, accompanied by moonlight, also entered a sweet dream. Gradually, people became scarce, everyone went home to sleep, only the moon and a few companion stars were outside. Although everyone went home, the moon still selflessly scattered its beautiful glow to every corner of the earth. As Lao She wrote in A Crescent Moon, the moon is the purest thing in the world.

This is August 15 this year. The moon is with you at all times. August 15 this year made me like this pure and beautiful thing-the moon.

10 The bright moon rises gradually, and the light and gentle moonlight shines on the earth, which seems to be plated with a layer of silver. Crystal clear, so pure and so bright. That's great. This is beyond comparison

For thousands of years, people in China have always had a soft spot for the moon, and poured too much affection into that bright moon.

A bright moon inspired many literati. When I saw the bright moon, I remembered a poem by Zhang: The spring tide is there, and the bright moon is born in the sea. The ancients drank in the bright moon, splashed ink and expressed their feelings. "When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. " Su Dongpo's "Farewell" expresses his doubts. "Such a bright line is at the foot of my bed, and I suspect there is frost on the ground. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " Li Bai, a poet, used only twenty crosses to completely integrate the brightness, purity, sadness and beauty of the moon into his homesickness.

Whenever I look up at the bright moon in the sky, there is always a strange feeling in my heart. In my mind, there will always be: "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." This thing is impossible to complete. " Ancient famous sentences. After careful reflection, life is like this bright moon, and there will always be bumps in the road ahead, but we should be open-minded and optimistic and not demanding the perfection of life.

Talking about the past and the present, moonlit night is also a paradise for lovers. How many vows of eternal love remove the month to prove that whether it is spring with flowers, summer with breezy winds, happy autumn or winter with heavy snow, each has its own feelings. On the spring night, everything is revived, and a hundred flowers blossom, and the feelings of lovers bloom quietly like the lily version. On a midsummer night, the moonlight is like a frog, and the breeze blows the warm eyes of lovers. On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the sky is blue and the moon is full, spotless, and two lovers who have been separated for many years get together again. On the night after the snow, the moonlight is delicate, white as jade, and hot as fire, driving away the moving cold.

On a quiet moonlit night, a crescent moon hangs high in the sky. Take a sip of fragrant tea and let your thoughts drift away.

1 1 Open the floor-to-ceiling glass door, and a biting cold wind rolled up all over the sky. I tried to step on the newly cut lawn, and suddenly I became soft and numb.

It's midnight, everything is silent, even the whisper of the wind is so soft. Every masterpiece of life surprises me and fascinates me.

This is my 45th night in New Zealand, sighing that I had such a wonderful and confused time.

Sigh the gentle charm of the morning sun, sigh the lonely afterglow of the sunset, and the stars shining several times in the night sky gently cover the fallen leaves blown by the wind and rain.

I think of Li Yu's words: "The moon is like a hook to the West Building. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste. "How true, how apt! Why did this full moon remind me more than once that "Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival"? I knelt on the lawn and let the cold wind set off my three thousand troubled thoughts. Lonely moonlight surrounds me like morning smoke. Whether it is the branches of the Spring Festival or the petals in full bloom (the Mid-Autumn Festival is the spring in New Zealand), they are all covered with silver light, quiet but bleak.

A sadness of "sinking back, I suddenly thought of home" suddenly came to my mind, sour, but did not cry. Tears flow into the sea along the river of the heart, then fold a boat, cross the Pacific Ocean and float to my hometown. Without this heartbroken hatred, how can there be such a beautiful and affectionate autumn moon

Every decision in life has its difficulties, and every danger will be saved. Life is drifting in the wind and waves, with no fixed point and no other shore; Living in the world near you, walking alone, wearing a shoulder wind and ignoring the moon, with a little casual madness, laughing into a winner.

The night wind raises its gossamer, dancing like a group of elves in the moonlight. I know I'm so cold that I can hardly stand up, and my cold lips tremble slightly. I closed my eyes deeply, indicating that the moon god who talked with me for a long time gave me the strength to face life bravely ... I got up and locked the moonlight outside the glass door, and a restless warm current flooded my body.

Farewell, hometown intoxicating moon!

Excellent composition on moonlit night 12 "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine". I read an ancient poem and came to the window.

Leaning against the railing, the moon bends like a boat, wandering quietly in the deep blue night sky. A fairy elder sister lives on the silver moon. Her name is Chang 'e. Chang 'e took a magic pill and flew to the Moon Palace. She can only keep company with a jade rabbit. Sometimes, she plays a beautiful tune, which fascinates people. Sometimes, she looks into the distance, as if thinking about her hometown.

The bright moonlight enveloped the towering mountains.

The peaks rise and fall like humps. The mountain peak in the moonlight seems to be covered with a thin silver veil, hazy, like a mysterious and beautiful fairyland on earth. A gust of wind blew, and the trees on the mountain seemed to be dancing in the square dance and singing passionate songs. The wild fruit on the mountain is so sweet that you can smell its intoxicating fragrance ten miles away. The wind stopped, and the lush trees quietly looked at the distant scenery.

There is a clear stream at the foot of the mountain, which twists and turns like a long jade belt. A breeze blew, and the stream was accompanied by a "ding dong" waltz. The stream in the moonlight is more shy. The stream is crystal clear, small fish and shrimp are playing in the water, and snails are taking a quiet and leisurely bath.

There are towering trees dancing by the stream.

The thick trunk, with green leaves, is like a giant umbrella, sheltering people from the wind and rain. In the moonlight, the tree seems to be covered with a silvery white coat. When the wind blows, the trees sway freely, and the leaves "swoosh" down, as if the raindrops as big as beans are falling, and the whole mountain is covered with thick gold leaves.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. The moon is like a silvery white sailboat, which illuminates the whole world and makes it more beautiful.

Excellent composition on a moonlit night 13 Without the baptism of the waves, there would be no shining moment; But there is a kind of love, which doesn't have to be a stormy moment. You just need to care for silence to have a world of your own and an eternity of your own.

I love the starry sky without the moon.

In that vast black abyss, I don't need that dazzling existence, because its existence affects my exploration of that starry sky and hinders my wandering and starry footsteps. So I hate, hate that huge jade plate that is out of place. Look up and just stare at the speckled bright spots.

Staring at the moonless night sky, those scattered bright spots are my favorite scenery. Weave them into thin threads with pursuit, and let them form one picture after another. I like to look at those photos because they make up a movie with stories and plots. And I need to read it quietly and silently. That story can tell me what I want to know.

I like the night without the moon.

Whether there are bright spots in the sky or not, I like moonless nights with countless secrets. I like to sit alone in the dead silence of the night, isolated from the hustle and bustle, let the night wind touch my body wantonly, let it take away the worldly turbidity and give me an innocent life.

I don't like moonlight as a foil. The night scene is so bleak that people have to worry. On this moonless night, I just need to touch this dark world with my heart and feelings. Exploring the secrets of this world with your eyes leads to only objectivity; And feeling can better let me know the essence of this world on this moonless night. Let the darkness completely engulf me and reach its belly, where I saw the truth.

The commanding moon has a kind of arrogance and contempt for the sky, which makes me very disgusted. The dark night sky let me avoid the confusion of my eyes and really feel the secret of the night. I'm glad I can't stop exploring. Therefore, I love the night without the moon.

I like the night without the moon. I like it. Chasing rough waves, I don't choose silence. I love it and give me an eternal moment.

Standing at night, the breeze blows, and I open my hands to embrace this silent night, because I love him. Love this moonless night!

Excellent composition on a moonlit night 14 Since ancient times, many literati have bent down for water and the moon. These two are really the embodiment of beauty, quiet and distant, which has always been people's pursuit and yearning for beauty.

Water is the spirit of all things, sometimes gentle and sometimes surging. "A thousand miles in a day, Jiangling returns" depicts the rapidity of water. "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", and wrote the magnificence of water. Water is also an agent of the poet's lyricism: "The willows are green on the river level, and there are bursts of songs on the Langya River", which outlines a picture of a girl's first love confession to her; "Peach Blossom Lake is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun", which reflects Wang Lun's deep friendship with Li Bai. "Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever" expressed the poet's yearning for his dead wife. "Oh, go and ask this east-flowing river if it can go further than the love of friends!" Expressed the poet's feelings of leaving his best friend.

The moon, the embodiment of beauty, is ethereal, holy and crystal clear. I want to express too much. I can't describe the beauty of the moon in words, but there is an ancient saying: "A cool moon hangs like an eyebrow in Liuwan, and moonlight is seen in the mirror", "Heaven rises in the mirror, and the fairy is silent among the clouds", "Hanging trees in the absence of the moon makes people feel lonely". What I can't forget most is Su Dongpo's Water Tune: "When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope that people will last for a long time and have a good scenery. "

The moonlight is like water, and the water is as clear as the moon. The moon is beautiful, and so is the water. Moon and water have been recited by poets for hundreds of years, lingering for thousands of years.

I follow the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river!

The night in East Lake is quiet and beautiful. When the full moon approaches, I can only see the bright moon in the sky, sprinkling moonlight to make the night in East Lake deeper. ......

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Stepping on blocks of square stones and smelling the fragrance of the earth, I saw unknown white flowers between every two blocks of square stones, which looked a bit like a pocket-sized version of a small lotus flower. For convenience, let's call her Little Lotus.

Small lotus has white petals, yellow stamens, petals, white sparkles, stamens and yellow glare. This kind of small lotus is the most charming flower in the hazy night. Walking on a stone, I can't bear to step on this lovely flower carefully.

The beautiful East Lake, reflected by the bright moon, saw hazy waves. In the lake, a bright moon ripples with the water waves, and the braids of weeping willows dance with the breeze in the lake. In the lake, waterfowl flew from time to time, breaking the silence. The lake is like a mirror, and the reeds are swaying slightly, making a small sound, as if the chorus is singing a lingering serenade. "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, Fangfang,

Fishermen lit a lamp by the lake, put the float aside and waited quietly for the little fish to bite. The light shone on the pine tree as if it had just snowed. Careful observation of these tall and straight trees, like a stable pagoda, like a loyal "warrior", guards the East Lake all the year round to prevent it from being polluted by automobile exhaust. Think about this soldier. What exactly should we do?

Crickets and cicadas began to sing in chorus. As soon as you called me, even frogs began to play guitar to sponsor friendship. No one stopped to tease the "soldiers" who have been guarding the East Lake all the year round. The two singers sang happily, but at the moment when they were about to lose their lives, they sang the last hymn of life for the "soldiers" by the beautiful East Lake.

Tonight, the moon in the sky is more round, and the breeze is blowing, just like my mother touching me, bringing a chill, as if to tell us that it is late summer and early autumn.

Moonlight East Lake, Charming East Lake.