Night, silence. The sky without the moon is dark, like an invisible black cloth tightly covering this desolate and silent earth. "Am I very useless?" Over and over again, I can't find another word to describe myself. Walk with numb feet. I don't want to go back, looking at the lonely night, crouching down slowly, not going back, not going back.
"sasha vujacic-sasha vujacic-"voice is getting closer and closer. Where do I look? This man is about thirty years old. He looks like an aunt sweeping the floor in the community. I saw her long hair curly and a few strands of hair hanging down. Bow your back and swing around with a broom in your hand. She looked at me as if she didn't expect someone to get in her way. Her appearance is also very handsome, with a pair of small eyes under several gullies on her forehead, a big nose occupying one-fifth of the whole face, and thick lips slightly chapped below. I don't think even magic can turn her into a fairy, and not far from her, the dirty garbage truck parked there, always feeling that mosquitoes are hovering and flying on it. I frowned.
A rough hand reached out to me, and I looked at her, her mouth slightly raised upward, giving people a Gherardini expression. But in those small eyes, I felt warm and fell unconsciously. I put my hand on her palm, and sure enough, it was uneven, and she pulled me up.
"Why don't you go home?"
"I dare not go back, I didn't do well in the exam." In that kind tone, I couldn't help telling her what I thought. "I, I'm useless? They all did well in the exam. "
"Fool, so afraid to go home? Parents don't do it for your grades, they just want you to live better in the future. I have no education, but I am a mother, and you will worry them if you don't come home so late. "
I just looked at her. In her eyes, I saw the brilliance of maternal love, so crystal clear and dazzling that even the sun would dim in front of it. In those eyes, I felt ashamed, ashamed and so humble.
Watching her drag the garbage truck forward, I ran home and shouted "Mom!" " "
At this moment, the moon came out.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, August 15 finally came.
The moon is particularly beautiful tonight, like a jade plate hanging in the air. The light is soft and bright, and the moon is elegant and hazy, giving people a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.
Clouds fluttered gently beside her, keeping company with the moonlight. When the wind blows, the cloud doll seems to be playing with the moon, from left to right and from top to bottom. We sat in the garden, tasted moon cakes and looked up at the magnificent and charming moon.
Look at those beautiful and fragrant flowers. They are all asleep, and they can't seem to wake up. Their sleeping position is so beautiful. All kinds, small head down, open at night, are not as good as this holy month. Looking at the charming moon, I think of a poem by Su Shi, an ancient writer (poet)-Mink Head. I feel the same way on this quiet night.
After a while, the cloud doll in the sky hid, and the sparkling eyes of the beautiful stars in the sky blinked from time to time, slowly flashing with friends and friends, attracting many friends. They are noisy with the moon, covering the whole sky. Looking at this beautiful starry sky, I think of Sister Chang 'e who lives on the moon. The moon is accompanied by stars. Is she particularly lonely? Don't worry! Sister Chang 'e can spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her beloved Jade Rabbit and osmanthus tree. She looks down on the world, people live happily, and certainly won't feel lonely. What is she looking at so happily?
Yes, she is watching how we spend the Mid-Autumn Festival: someone is watching the Mid-Autumn Festival party, holding a TV and moon cakes; Some people go to the streets to play, eat delicious food, buy goods and see the beautiful scenery of their hometown; Some people go to the park to watch all kinds of creative and strange lanterns. My hometown is Anqing, the hometown of Huangmei Opera. I think there should be many people enjoying the most beautiful Huangmei opera at this time!
Those who are still working overtime, they don't have time to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival as happily as we do, but they must be very happy to see the bright moon outside the window!
The moon can represent many things. It is like a girl wearing gauze, dancing in the sky with holiness and grace.
The moon is like an amiable young aunt, which makes us feel happy on a full moon night and makes people who work overtime feel more comfortable.
The moon seems to be a careful teacher, too, so that we can better understand the meaning of poetry. ...
Anyway, the moon is always so holy, beautiful and harmonious.
I don't know how long I have been sitting at the window, but I know that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I don't have time to think about it, but I'm still thinking about this exam. When the teacher read the scores, my heart beat so hard that the more I was afraid, the more I couldn't escape. I dare not face up to the teacher's bloodshot eyes, dare not listen to the pathetic score, can't believe that this is my hard work for many days, but I have to believe that the poor score is right in front of me and I failed.
The moonlight is bleak, like running water, pouring quietly on the table, making my face pale. I think of my parents, and I may still be working hard at this time; I think of my parents who get up early and work in the dark, so thin; I think of my parents' faces tanned by the sun, wrinkles carved on their foreheads by ruthless years, and chapped hands; Every time before leaving, I think of my parents' words of concern and my legs of expectation; Thinking of everyone who cares about her. Now ... I am ashamed of their concern.
Outside the window, the moon has risen so high; In the window, it's the same. Painful memories make me feel too tired. I looked up and tried to stretch my brain. Suddenly, a tall and straight image came into my eyes. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the poplar tree outside the window, the poplar tree that survived many snowstorms. It is taller and straighter than before. I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison and General Wellington ... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I had a cold war, and my mind was much clearer: no, I must not back down, I want to take back the first place that once belonged to me. Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, and everything in the past can only be wiped out. I want to start over, face failure with a new attitude and meet the next challenge.
Tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my whole body. I turned on the light and the dormitory was much warmer. I looked at the test paper soaked with tears, dried my tears, held the pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for the failure ... I want this failure to be my motivation.
Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured thousands of miles. I don't know when the stars came out. I blinked my naughty eyes and showed a bright smile on my face.
Diary of Children Watching the Moon 4 "Curved moon, small boat, two pointed boats, I sat in the boat and saw only shining stars and lazy days." Whenever I hear this nursery rhyme, I think of the moon.
Whenever the sun sets in the west, on the other side of the sky, the moon will rise and look at us happily. The rising moon is a little red, like a red lantern. When the moon rose into the night sky, it changed into red clothes and a green skirt. It looks green, like a piece of jade, hanging brightly in the night sky. Look, bright moonlight, hazy, moonlight like water, pouring down from the sky like a waterfall. The stars are playing hide-and-seek with the clouds and the moon is playing with them. How happy they are!
Looking at the moon, a beautiful image similar to the moon comes to mind. Isn't the moon just a colorful ball? The children must like this ball that will change color. Maybe they slapped it on the ground and bounced it, then it flew into the night sky and became a beautiful moon. The moon in the night sky still looks like a big jade plate. Is this jade plate the queen mother's? When I looked again, the full moon was like a big pearl, shining with fluorescence. I have seen many beautiful pearls in jewelry stores, but the moon pearls are much bigger and brighter. There is a crescent moon in the night sky, like a boat rippling freely in the night sky. ...
Looking at the moon again reminds me of the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. In ancient times, the fairy gave two pills, one for Chang 'e and her husband. The fairy said that taking this elixir will make you immortal. As soon as Chang 'e happily ate both kinds of Dan medicine, she felt airy, turned into a fairy and flew to the moon with a jade rabbit in her arms. Chang 'e dances in the Moon Palace and the Jade Rabbit works under the laurel tree ... I really want to fly to the moon. I hope that one day, I can also come to the Moon Palace to watch Yutu work and dance with Chang 'e.
Don't you think the moon is still like a moon cake? Speaking of moon cakes, I think of Mid-Autumn Festival. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, we will sit outside and enjoy the moon while eating moon cakes, not to mention how happy we are.
The moon is beautiful, which aroused my infinite reverie. In my reverie, I think the moon is more beautiful.