Fifteenth Moon

"The moon is full on the 15th day of the 15th month" - the old saying goes. This year, after enjoying the moon on the 15th of August, I said, "The moon of the 15th is also quite round!" The moon is a very important part of the world.

Finally, the moon, like a shy little girl, quietly came out of the clouds. Under the deep blue sky, something appeared, both like that golden disk, golden light, and like the face of a doll, childish, and like that yellow moon cake, fragrant. It slowly climbed to the top of that high building and looked down on the earth while waving its light. I vaguely saw something on the moon, what was it? Is it the Weaving Maiden and the Cowherd? Is it a celestial dog eating the moon? Or is Wu Gang fetching laurel? Suddenly, some clouds "closed" the moon, but the moon still drove the clouds away. The full moon was so beautiful.

Looking at it, I remembered many ancient poems about the moon: Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", Meng Haoran's "Hanging in Jiande River", Xue Tao's "Moon", Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon", Zhang Xian's "Heavenly Fairy", and Su Shi's "Water Tuning Song".

This year, the moon on the 15th day is so full and beautiful!

2. Walking the Moon

On a summer night, the moon rises, from the side of the Funan River.

The moon is so bright, the moonlight is so soft, is it panned in the Funan River? The moon illuminates the brightly lit corridor bridge, illuminates the tall buildings, and also illuminates, illuminates the streets and alleys in the city. This time of year, my mom and I like to take a leisurely walk on the moonlight-splashed path ...... quietly flowing in the river, hugging the skyscrapers, the willows, and the moon. Oh, mom, let's go to the river, let's see the beautiful Fu River, let's see the lively South River, let's see where they converge ......

Ah! I walked the moon with my mom.

The streets had been patched and the potholes had been filled with black asphalt. Bugs chirped excitedly, birds sang happily, fish swam freely in the water, the corridor bridge was lit up and very magnificent, like a golden dragon coiled in the water, and standing on the bridge, you could see many dense trees and tall buildings. Oh! Mom, let's go up to the bridge to see the magnificent Funan River and the skyscrapers.

What a beautiful night! Mom and I walk the moon.

3. To the moon

The darker the night, the brighter the moon, the moon "elementary school essay moon". The lonely moon is busy running around in the pale night sky, not a single thing can move her, not a single reason can make her give up her power to look down on all things.

In distant ancient times, people raised their glasses and drank under the moonlight, pouring out their deepest emotions; the homesick wanderers raised their eyes to the moon, imagining that their relatives in faraway places were looking forward to my return. Li Bai, the "poet immortal", looked at the moon in front of his window and sighed: "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. The moon used to carry the hopes and dreams of many people, and she put all the freedom of life in the land she loved, but at this time, she was so lonely.

No one, know the depths of the moon's hidden worries, maybe just a faint smile, maybe just busy running around.

The darker the night, the brighter the moon. The stars have long been tired of living day after day, year after year, and the monotony of everything has not touched her melancholy heart. The day is so pale, with the fingertips gently flicking away the ashes of life, everything has ended.

The darker the night, the brighter the moon. The moon has become the center of the universe, but that's all, no one is concerned about the focus, always a decoration. "

When a man raises his eyes to the sky and quietly examines the moon, he is not looking for anything, he just feels lonely."

The darker the night, the brighter the moon. The moon comes out night after night and slowly tends to be complete, but after the completion, there is the beginning of the mutilation. People began to misinterpret you, people began to curse you: "Why can't you give us eternal perfection?" You were speechless, and people began to shout: "You are just an accessory to our life, is your speechlessness the answer for us?"

That day, an April day of drizzle, you could not bear the cold and hid behind the curtain of darkness. The wind began to pick up, and the rain began to start a frenzy. The sound of wind and rain, the sound of thunder and lightning, intricate. That day, it was a drizzly April day, you couldn't resist the cold and hide behind the curtain of darkness. The wind began to pick up, the rain began to launch a frenzy. The sound of wind and rain, the sound of thunder and lightning, intricate. The power went out and the world was suddenly plunged into darkness. God said that there should be life, so there was a man; the man said that there should be light, so there were lamps. The unsatisfied human always wants to have the world to himself, to have eternal perfection. Everything is just a farce; everything is just a game, a game that belongs only to humans themselves. "People have sadness and happiness, and the moon has a cloudy and clear circle." The fantasy world of human beings has ended, and they have even lost that regret. How to clean up this mess? No mountain can keep the promise of eternal verdure, no river can flow the eternal youth. People began to discover their ignorance and began to understand the misinterpretation of the moon. On clear nights, people also look at the sky, and on days when they think about the moon. Because at this time, people only want to find the missing side of the moon.