How bright the moonlight is at home! Composition 1 free. Go home and have a look. It's been five years. ...
The key of his left hand has been inserted into the lock hole, but it has not been turned again. However, his right hand has gradually put down his mobile phone and stared at the door in front of him in silence.
This is my parents' first phone call in five years. It's just a plain sentence, a simple but not excessive request. Yes, it has been five years since I left my hometown. He stared at the key, motionless. Open this door, you can only go back to his lonely home, a home without warmth.
The voice control light flashed for a moment and finally went out impatiently. He stood quietly in the dark corridor, submerged by endless darkness, and even the lonely figure could not be seen.
In the darkness, a low sigh, like the wind that can't be caught, quickly lost its trace.
He pulled out his key and walked into the yard. An crooked figure kept stretching. He slowly raised his head and looked at the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was a bit bleak. It seems that the dust all over the sky in the city also pollutes it, making its cold light reflect the gray loneliness. On the second floor, there are children's laughter, as well as adults' warm laughter and scolding, which are so clear and audible in the dead night. Like a needle in his heart, he felt a sharp pain.
The breeze blew a few wisps of coolness, with a faint whimper, which made his skirts sadly blown up. He just stared at the dim full moon and smiled with complicated memories. After all, it is not as bright as the moon in his hometown, and he has a sense of pride. The moon in my hometown is still so bright in my memory, as if it lit up the whole sky and reflected the holy world.
Ten years ago, the bright moon in my hometown shone on a child frolicking in my mother's arms, rippling like water.
Five years ago, the parting moon shone on the eager teenager, reflecting the eyes of distant relatives.
Now, the dim moonlight shines on the lonely youth, only blurring two lines of tears in the faint darkness.
How bright the moonlight is at home! . He thought about the bright moon in his heart and looked for warmth in his memory. Only memory can keep you warm. ...
Maybe it's time to go back and see. In the moonlight, he thought.
How bright is the moonlight at home? This is the third day! Go home.
It is always a long way to study abroad. Every time I come back and sit at my desk, I will lift up my previous reading, and I am entangled in a complicated thought.
The moon outside the window is very bright, with a halo, shining around. Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the four traditional festivals in China. Unlike Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and Tomb-Sweeping Day, Mid-Autumn Festival is a "people's festival". His formation is the latest, but it can also best express people's wishes-peace and happiness.
Mother, still working hard, still nagging as before; Father, still busy, is always entertaining; Sister, as always, efforts, as always, pure. It seems that nothing has changed, things are still things, people are still people. But I have changed and become decadent and confused. I don't understand why I indulge myself so much after high school. Is it catharsis or depression? I tried to ask myself, but found nothing.
I like walking alone on campus at night more and more, and I like crying in the rain for no reason. Maybe I have accumulated too much in my heart and have long been paralyzed. Everything in the past, I can no longer let go, is it mature? No, not me.
Many people, no, too many people, destroyed many of my dreams. Fireworks that should have been fixed in my sky are scattered in other people's sky. I am afraid that I have no courage and no reason to face all the seemingly dull but sudden "blows".
Under the quiet sky, leaves rustle in the wind. I don't know who is playing the flute, melodious and touching. ...
The moon in my hometown intoxicated me.
How bright the moonlight is at home! How bright the moonlight at home is! They are relatives of their hometown. On the road of life, no matter where you arrive, your hometown will always be your yearning. A person wandering abroad should eventually return to your hometown, where there is your tree of life, where everything you have is deeply rooted and unchanging.
Saw Ji Xianlin's Moonlight at Home with how bright! My feelings for my hometown are stronger. Ji Xianlin only stayed in his hometown for six years, and then left his hometown to wander around the world. I lived in Jinan for more than ten years, stayed in Beijing for four years, then returned to Jinan for one year, then lived in Europe for eleven years, and finally returned to Beijing. It may be a comfort to me in my motherland. After all, we have left our small family and everyone around us, but when we really left our "home" and set foot in a foreign country, we just felt lonely and helpless.
Maybe the outside world is really colorful and desirable, but everything comes from home. During his stay in Europe, Ji Xianlin has been to nearly 30 countries and seen the moon many times. In the beautiful Swiss Lake Moman, in the endless desert with flat sand, in the vast sea and in the towering mountains ... these moons are really poetic and wonderful. But what he misses is the little moon on the reed pit and in the water in his hometown.
For him, roots are stationed in his hometown, and his heart always belongs to his hometown. Indeed, the charm of home is very great. No matter where you go in the world, what gives you courage, strength and confidence will always index you or your motherland and hometown.
Maybe we still can't feel homesickness, because we haven't really been far away, and we haven't experienced that kind of melancholy and regret.
How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown. Just remember, no matter where you are, don't forget your hometown where you were born and raised.
How bright the moonlight is at home! The star in the night sky is the brightest. It lingers in my mind, lingering.
My hometown is a beautiful village with many charming scenery and beautiful scenery, but I want to see the moonlight in my hometown more. It was a quiet night. I was in the country yard, watching a bright moon.
The light of the moon shines in the yard, and a cool breeze blows, bringing the smell of earth, which makes me feel a little cold. I sat quietly in a small corner of the yard. I looked at the moon and my eyes got wet. There are many dots on the moon. They are so lovely, so beautiful and so lovely. My eyes moved with the moon and slowly moved to the small black spots. Ah! What a lovely bright moon, it looks more beautiful and moving against the moon, and I can't help but have an illusion.
"The moon is coming up, it's coming soon!" I can't help crying. My heart is beating faster and faster, as if a note were beating before my eyes. "Is the moon mother? Come right away! " I can't wait to see the sky. Mother moon seems to be saying to me, "son, come home quickly!" " ! Why don't we go home? "My heart suddenly surges an unspeakable excitement, and my thoughts follow her eyes.
"The moon went up, is coming soon! Come right away! " I jumped on the moon with excitement. "Mother Moon, coming, coming, mom, coming, coming!" I looked at the moon, and mother moon smiled!
My hometown is in the mountains, where there are many strange plants and animals. As soon as we got there, there were a large group of small animals. They are playing together, some are walking, some are playing games, some are playing with mice, and they have a good time.
I love my hometown, I love the moonlight in my hometown, and I love the moonlight in my hometown even more. It's beautiful, the moon shines in my hometown!
How bright the moonlight is at home! S composition 5 is another Mid-Autumn Festival. I remembered my eldest brother who was studying in Beijing. I sat by the window and looked at the bright moon. I mused on Silent Night: "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Is there frost already?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " I wonder if my brother from other places is in such a mood at this time.
The white moon hangs high and lonely in the sky, and many stars adorn it. It doesn't boast like the sun, nor does it appear instantly like a meteor. It just stands in obscurity in the sky and illuminates the earth at night. Many people like to describe the moon. Ancient poets often wrote poems about the moon. Modern people also use the moon to write articles and compose music. Beethoven's Moonlight is an example.
I have been to a foreign country and seen the moon I saw there. Although it is bright and round, no matter where I go to see the moon, I always feel that the moon I see in my hometown is very bright. When I see the moon, I seem to see my hometown and my old friends in my hometown (this is when I am not at home). Suddenly there is a sense of desolation, which is different from the usual desolation. This desolation is thick, astringent and sweet, and there is an unspeakable taste flowing in my heart. When I saw the moon, I began to feel like my hometown. I really want to cry! I used to compare the moon in my hometown with that in other places, but in my heart I still think the moon in my hometown is the brightest.
Every time I see the moon, I think of those legends: "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon", "Jade Rabbit teaches medicine" and "WU GANG cuts down trees" ... Every time I see the moon, I think: "Chang 'e also misses her hometown on the moon! "At this time, I realized that my hometown is still good!
Month, or the hometown of Ming; Water is still the sweetness of hometown; Scenery, or the beauty of hometown, people, or hometown!
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I am young and ignorant, and my hometown is changing quietly with my growth.
In my memory, my hometown is so simple and ordinary that I don't care too much about her. When did you find her different? Perhaps it is the construction of rural roads that makes us stop stepping on muddy paths to go to school; Perhaps it is the green that comes into view on both sides of the street, which makes our vision no longer monotonous; Perhaps it was a touch of light that stood that night that lit up the way home; Perhaps the year is approaching, and the crowd suddenly becomes lively.
Visiting relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year, and listening to relatives returning from work in other places describing the outside world. I know there are many tall buildings in big cities, such as picturesque tourist attractions, but also unknown opportunities and challenges. More than once, I want to go out and see if the outside world is really as beautiful as they say. However, before I had a chance to act, someone told me that the outside world, no matter how good it is, is not as good as the water and soil in my hometown, because we grew up under the nourishment of the water and soil in my hometown, which is our root and our affection.
I don't understand: since my hometown is so good, why do so many people want to go out? He said, "Did you see them go out? Didn't you see them come back?" ? No matter how far it is, they will go home during the Spring Festival. After a busy year, they will have a real sense of belonging only at home, because' the moonlight at home is how bright!' !
I nodded, closed my eyes and carefully felt the dribs and drabs of my hometown. Those little things that I didn't care about gradually became clear in my mind: widened streets and raised floors made the town look more refreshing; Various shops and commodities gradually make the town very lively; Traffic and busy people make this town more prosperous.
Perhaps, when I grow up, I can experience the kind of life I once yearned for without going to the outside world, because my hometown has been changing and developing. She makes our life full of freshness and vitality, and makes us dream, because that sentence-how bright the moonlight at home is! !
How bright the moonlight is at home! My hometown is in a quiet small village. There is no beautiful landscape and picturesque scenery, but there is a unique bright moon, which adds a touch of luster to the long night in this village.
At midnight, the stars are like dense raindrops, dotted in the dark sky, and the jade moon hanging in the sky shines faintly against the star screen. The cold and deep moonlight casts hazy shadows on the eaves, fields, wells and trees ... hazy, vague, quiet and distant. The bright moon passes through the thin clouds like wisps of smoke. Her beautiful youth and Leng Yan's beauty bloom peacefully under the starry night, which is shocking. "The fog is lost, and the moon is lost." Often at this time, I, the watchman under this month, can't help being fascinated by this elegant and quiet realm, getting rid of the fetters of the world and forgetting myself, leaving only a calm and peaceful heart. "Do your best to pick up Tian Yue. It's like a mirror." When I was a child, how many quiet nights did I spend with Mingyue? In the dim light, in the distant artistic conception, Su Yue gave me endless reverie, which made me indulge in my dreams and linger.
Dreams wake up in depression. I left the quiet village and merged into the noisy city. At midnight, my heart is sad and melancholy. I looked up at the gray sky, and saw a curved moon, mechanically embedded in the neon sky. I can't help thinking of my crystal clear hometown moon. Suddenly, I thought of some profound ideas. "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! "I miss the bright moon in my hometown and taste the sweetness of my hometown life in the thick homesickness.
How bright the moonlight is at home! But all human beings can't escape one emotion, that is homesickness. As China people, this is especially true. It seems that since we were born in June, we have left a lingering mark of sadness in our bones. This sadness made Su Shi sing to the moon, "I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful", let Zhang Jiuling write "The moon is now full of crossing the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time", and let Li Bai wander "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank back, and I suddenly thought of home" in the middle of the night. Hometown has always been our spiritual landmark. It carries people's thoughts and makes the wanderers in the distant horizon find their emotional sustenance.
However, in this era of highly developed information technology, in this era when it should be more convenient to return home, we can't help but be confused.
I once read an article in which the author asked an old Cantonese living in Paris about his hometown. He said that he would rather stay in Paris. Asked why, he replied, "Because it is more like Guangdong than Guangdong." He said that the last time he returned to China was 20xx, and his relatives took him to Tianhe Stadium. "How big!" He described the scene to me. "But none of this is like the Guangdong I know." He said. He would rather go back to his shop in Paris, where Hong Kong movies from the last century have been playing on TV and Cantonese songs have been playing on the radio. "It's more like home here than in Guangdong." He said.
Indeed, this is an era of rapid progress. Many things that exist in our memory may have disappeared long ago, or become what we don't know. We miss our hometown, not only that place, but also those innocent and beautiful youth days that are gone forever, and those who walked together.
One day, all traces of my hometown in my memory will disappear. The rest, only this feeling remains unchanged, empty.
How bright the moonlight is at home! Composition 9 "Moonlight at home in how bright!" Perhaps it is this sentence that makes the night in my hometown so beautiful.
The Jade Rabbit rises to the east, sprinkling soft waterfalls to relieve the restless earth during the day. Gradually, everything was quiet, but the little animals that came out day and night began to move. Frogs and crickets are everywhere in the grass and fields. Bats who work tirelessly catch insects that like moonlight. Maybe they are enjoying the moonlight themselves.
The lotus in the pond fell asleep quietly in the moonlight, listening to the wonderful sonata, and the closed petals made her look more charming. The willows by the pool have long soft hairs and keep stroking the surrounding peach trees and oranges. Peach trees and oranges seem a little impatient, shaking their heads slightly to protest, making the fish unable to sleep. They came out of the water to see what had happened.
The wind blows the leaves, and it is not arrogant and impetuous during the day, blowing gently, which is very comfortable, just like a fairy fanning the wind with a fan. Chang 'e can't bear loneliness. Does she want to sneak down to earth? Thinking, looking up at the sky involuntarily. Wow! Why is the naughty star still awake? What do you want to do around the moon? Let Sister Chang 'e take them to play on the ground? From time to time, several planes fly by in the sky, and the flashing lights are as deep as a few little stars.
How bright the moonlight is at home! With her magical ability, she soothed all the fidgety, whether playing with the moon bud or the full moon plate, it was so bright and dazzling. Although not as radiant as the sun, it is also an indispensable part of life. How many literati use the moon to express their feelings? How many poems have been handed down from Mohism? Perhaps their original intention is not the moon, but we can see that the responsibility and feelings of the moon are so important!
It's late at night and the moon is getting brighter and brighter. I should go back to bed. I hope to see the bright moon every day, because I want to be in my hometown forever.
How bright the moonlight is at home! Composition10 August 15 is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is a day of reunion.
As the saying goes, "It's moonlight in how bright at home! "What wanderers in other countries want to do most is to go home and see if their old mother is healthy and see how the harvest is at home ... Our family is no exception.
After breakfast, our family took gifts and drove back to their hometown. When I entered the village, I saw my grandparents waiting. I hurried out of the car and ran over. At home, the family get together as usual, taste moon cakes, talk about ideals and celebrate festivals. Such a happy and lively festival, everyone is very happy and excited, but they are all worried about her, my aunt who is studying in Harbin.
"Aunt in Harbin ok? If only she could come back and tell me about the story there, if only she could come back and play with me ... "I looked at the sumptuous meal and remembered my aunt who would tell me many stories every time I ate, and my aunt who would play with me every time I went home.
"This taste is summer's favorite. If she were here, she must try it, "grandma said while eating moon cakes." Good food can't hide her yearning for her daughter. "I don't know if she can eat moon cakes at school. Do you want to go home ... "
Grandma was chanting when the telephone rang. Aunt's eager voice came from the phone: "Mom, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here. Are you all right? " "Well, everyone is here! Don't worry about us, study hard! " "Don't worry, Mom, our classmates have a holiday together and are busy!" "Oh, that's great! That's great! "
With aunt's phone, everyone's mood is more happy. Isn't it a kind of happiness and joy to receive a phone call from a distant relative on such a special day of "missing your relatives more during the festive season"?
Mid-Autumn Festival is a symbol of happiness, reunion and happiness. "The moonlight at home is how bright!" Although there are still many people who can't reunite with their families in a foreign land, they are silently blessing each other. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." As long as everyone is heart to heart, isn't it also a reunion? Happiness can sometimes be as simple as ...
How bright the moonlight is at home! S composition 1 1 When will there be a bright moon? Asking for wine from the sky ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. This matter is old and difficult. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. I miss my relatives every holiday ... today is August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival. The night sky is cloudy tonight, and there is no moon in sight. This night sky is as gloomy as my mood, because I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in Beijing with my grandfather last year. ...
Last Mid-Autumn Festival, after dinner, grandma filled the table with fruits: apples, peaches, grapes, cantaloupes, kiwis and Thai pineapples ... The most conspicuous ones were moon cakes: five kernels, jujube paste, red bean paste', egg yolk and white lotus seeds, and all kinds of moon cakes filled the table. The windowsill seems to be plated with silver. I helped my grandfather go downstairs to enjoy the moon. What a round moon! There are several twinkling stars in the distance, which adds a bit of poetry to the moonlight.
Walking aimlessly along the path leading to the garden. The whole world seems to be quiet in the ocean of silver light, full of warm and quiet nights. Unconsciously, we have reached the gate of the garden, turned the pond along Zhonghao No.2 and sat under the mushroom pavilion. The whole world is more interesting and picturesque under the washing of moonlight I pestered my grandfather to tell me the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. Grandpa said that grandpa told him all this. Looking up at the sky, Grandpa said, "If you look carefully, you can see WU GANG cutting down trees", but I always look like a smiling face. Grandpa also told me that when he was a child, he would go to the river to catch crabs on August 15th, and he could catch a sack of crabs in one night. At that time, the moon was bigger and brighter, and his face was full of innocence. ...
I don't know how long it took, but a cold wind blew and I shivered. I looked at the gloomy sky and thought: Is everything all right with Grandpa this Mid-Autumn Festival? Your grandson misses you very much. ...
How bright the moonlight is at home! As soon as last summer vacation began, our family went on holiday. After a two-hour flight, the plane landed at Liuting Airport in Qingdao, Shandong Province. Unbutton your seat belt, put on your backpack, walk out of this big iron bird's stomach, go through the customs, and look back at the strange scenery around you before leaving the airport. This is Shandong.
The first stop in Shandong is to visit Tsingtao Beer. We visited the process of making beer, and the most special thing was to experience your drunken little room. As soon as I walked in, my steps were unstable, like I was drunk. Dad has also tasted all kinds of beer, and he likes to drink light beer that has just left the factory. Looking at his intoxicated face, I can't help sighing that "the foreign moon is always round"!
Another focus of this trip is to climb Mount Tai, the head of the Five Mountains. That day, we boarded the cable car that turned the mountain and made a short tour on Mount Tai. The scenery along the way is beautiful and can't be compared with the mountains in my hometown. Halfway up the mountain, we got off the cable car, learned the worship of Confucius, the most holy teacher, and began to explore this scenic spot listed in the world natural and cultural heritage on foot.
When we reached the top of the mountain, there were inscriptions by celebrities and scholars on both sides. We chose to take a family photo next to the stone tablet of the "Five Mountains" in Guangxu period of Qing Dynasty. Going up again, we came to the Jade Emperor Temple. There is a pond in front of the temple. There is a stone tablet in the pond, which reads "Taishan Peak1543m". There are many golden locks hanging by the pond, which lock many people's dreams and pray that their hopes can come true.
Before the end of this journey, we came to Jinan Railway Station and boarded the Harmony moving railway with a speed of 200 kilometers per hour. Its streamline is like a bullet, and we arrived at our destination at once.
I have this feeling, I think it's time to go home, because I think "how bright the moonlight is at home!" " !
How bright the moonlight is at home! Composition 13 There is a bright moon hanging in the sky every night, and the bright moonlight has aroused many people's beautiful reverie! Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let me take you with me.
In the evening, our car drove into Egret Island. As soon as I entered the park, I couldn't help closing my eyes. The lights here are so beautiful. When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn't believe my eyes. Although Bailuzhou is very ordinary during the day, when I play it, it becomes a world of light and an ocean of light. Rows of street lamps are like long queues hovering over the city. Colored lights are rainbows shining on the river. The trees are covered with all kinds of lights, which are more beautiful against the backdrop of small flowers and grass, fountain lights and lanterns. ...
At this moment, my sister shouted, "Moon! Moon! " My eyes immediately turned to the sky. I saw a bright moon in the dark sky. Bright moonlight shines on roads, fields and children's faces. Today's moon is not only the roundest in the world, but also the brightest, like a round fluorescent lamp hanging in the sky. I look for the shadow of Chang 'e on this fluorescent lamp. Looking at this sky, I seem to be a free and happy bird, flying into the endless sky, the bright moon, the cold and cold Palace of Guanghan, comforting Chang 'e who lost her relatives and loneliness, bringing some carrots to Yutu, listening to their joys and sorrows, their songs and their painful stories. I sang the song "I am a bird". There is a painful tone and a happy feeling in this song, which makes me hope to have this feeling of pride and freedom forever.
This is my Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it is insignificant to some people, it is the most beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival for me!
How bright the moonlight is at home! I have seen the moon on the grassland in Inner Mongolia and the moon hanging on the sea ... but the only thing that can shine into my heart is the moon that can be reflected on the Lanyi River and hung on the top of Nanshan, the moon in Kelan and the moon in my hometown.
In a city full of smog, I can't stop thinking about the moon surrounded by stars. Although I was still young when I left my hometown, no matter what I remember or what I heard from my family, Kelan, a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers, has always been Bai Yueguang in my heart.
Walking in the city at night, only street lamps illuminate the road ahead, and there are no stars overhead. But crane is different. When you walk by the blue river after dinner, the fairy overhead will sprinkle the flash on the road ahead, and the water will shine under the action of the flash. If you can relax, the fairy will also sprinkle this fairy-like flash directly on your heart. This will make you feel another kind of tenderness.
I love my hometown, not only the moon here, but also everything here. People here are very friendly. If there is an accident at home, everyone will come to help in a short time. The water here enjoys the reputation of "fairy water". It contains a lot of minerals, which is very good for the body and sweet to drink. The mountains here are beautiful and colorful. You can see the blue blue city in spring, the drooping green in summer, the golden orange in autumn and the pure white like moonlight in winter.
I was born in this moonlight, and I was born in this land. Decades later, no matter where I am, my heart will be buried here. Let this moon, which has guarded the earth for thousands of years, always guard me!
The moon is the hometown of Ming!
How bright the moonlight is at home! Composition 15 My hometown-Anji. The continuous peaks are like picturesque poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, where the scenery is peculiar, the environment is beautiful and the folk customs are simple. And my beloved grandparents and childhood friends.
In order to learn more knowledge, my parents and I came to Hangzhou. I wonder what it's like to be homesick. Every weekend, I envy my father for coming home happily. I always wonder, why can't I go home?
I miss grandma's noodles, which make people drool. Whenever I am hungry, grandma always shows off her cooking skills.
Once, I was sick and listless, and I didn't want to eat anything. In order to fill her stomach, grandma specially fried a bowl of noodles. The long attractive golden noodles are mouth watering, but I don't seem to have any appetite. My grandmother brought me the noodles and said loudly, "Ah, what delicious noodles! I took another deep breath and gave a sigh. I was attracted by it and shouted, "I want to eat, I want to eat." "I seem to have forgotten all about my illness. My kind grandmother was very happy to see me coming and said, "OK, OK, here you are. "Only feed me one bite at a time.
After eating, my illness seems to be better than half, and I am alive and kicking again.
Grandpa held me in a rocking chair, rocked and rocked for a long time, and told me many short stories. ...
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, I missed the full moon. Seeing the full moon is like seeing a family reunion. Seeing the full moon reminds me of my grandfather, my grandmother and my hometown.