Qiu Si's excellent composition 1 Everything came too suddenly, and the leaves on the tree were no longer bright green, but turned golden; The flowers on the ground also bent down and looked listless; The active figure of birds in the past disappeared, and they hid in the dark and hummed a little song alone; In the mountains, many animals disappeared, and the stream lost its former joy. The stream is cold and biting. Osmanthus fragrans and chrysanthemum just opened at this time, emitting a faint fragrance.
In a small town in the distance, in a simple stone house, a scholar is thinking hard with a brush. Do you know what he is doing? It turns out that autumn is strong, and his homesickness arises spontaneously, and he is writing letters to distant relatives! I heard him chanting: "I have lived in the garden for many years, and I don't know where to go when I am old ... I don't want to grow a few plums. When there is no water in the canal, the rice always grows moss. The fruit in the yard ripens first, and the flowers in the forest bloom again ... ". He seems to have a thousand words on his mind, but he never stops writing. After a long time, he finally put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finished!"
Seeing that he was crazy, I ran to the street at full speed and found the postman. I quickly said, "Please be sure to take this letter back to my hometown and Wujiang!" The postman promised, sealed the letter, and prepared to leave with the entrustment and expectation of the scholar. The scholar suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Wait a minute!" As he spoke, he took back his letter from the postman, opened it, carefully checked every word in it, and occasionally raised his brush to add some content. He revised it, then hurriedly put the letter in the envelope, sealed it again, and finally stressed: "Please be sure to send this letter back to your hometown safely and remember to say hello to your family for me!" After that, he watched the postman go away, leaving tears rolling. These tears contain the depression of autumn, as well as the readers' yearning for their hometown and deep love for their families. This is exactly what I want a writer to write a book after seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Readers' love for Qiu Si is eternal and passed down from generation to generation. Even today, on the solstice of autumn, there are still some literati living in other places who will have a strong Qiu Si.
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 2 Luoyang City, the autumn wind rises at first, and the Mid-Autumn Festival, red leaves flying. I don't know whether the leaves are fluttering with the wind or whether the wind dances with them. Sitting in the house, seeing such a scene, I can't help but think of the climate in my hometown thousands of miles away and miss you.
Zhang Ji wants to write a letter to his relatives in his hometown to express his thoughts on them. After grinding the ink and spreading the paper, I just wanted to mention something, but I felt that I wanted to say too much, and I didn't know where to start. I can't think of it at the moment, so I have to give it up.
The letter is finally written. He put the letter in and sealed his mouth. But he regretted it as soon as he finished writing it. Can relatives far away know the meaning of a letter written in a few words?
Zhang Ji handed the letter to the messenger. When the messenger was about to leave, Zhang Ji stopped him, hoping to show him the letter. The messenger took out the letter and gave it to him. Zhang Ji took the letter, hastily added a few strokes, put it in an envelope, sealed it and gave it to the messenger. The messenger mounted his horse briskly, took a sip of his cigarette and ran towards dusk. Maple trees and maple leaves fall in succession at the door, leaving only a few maple leaves hanging on the dead branches of the trees, which is a beautiful scene. Zhang Ji stood under the tree and watched the messenger leave. At this moment, who can know the lonely mood of a wandering wanderer and the deep memories of his hometown folks?
Qiu Si's excellent composition 3 seems like a night, and early autumn comes quietly. It is surprising that there are no signs. The laughter in midsummer was suddenly blown clean by the autumn wind, leaving no trace. I want to pursue the first fallen leaf in the autumn wind, but I am deeply addicted to loneliness. Qiu Ge is slow but dignified, and autumn is autumn. Only silence is the best companion for loneliness.
The light rain is continuous, ambiguous and indifferent, and it tells quietly without trace. It is far and quiet, and I can't feel my heart moving in the rain. Autumn rain is stained with clothes and has a unique light yellow color. My heart is also haunted by the autumn rain, and my mouth is sour. I can't tell whether it is rain or tears.
Autumn night has no excitement in summer, no atrophy in winter, an atmosphere, a calm, quietly diffuse, autumn wind bursts, a little cold, accompanied by war millet, can not help but make people sad, sad autumn? The moon is full, the fog is not big, just like gauze, hazy, and my heart is inevitably sour. Homesickness is the ultimate beauty, and there is no need to return it. My homesickness is a slightly decadent romance with the gentleness of a cold.
I was puzzled by the song "Qiu Si": "The crow in Bai Shu in the atrium, the silent and humid osmanthus in Coody Leng, the moonlight is full of hope tonight. I want to know whose home Qiu Si is. " I also shed tears for Ma Zhiyuan's "heartbroken man is in the end of the world". However, autumn is not a tight season!
In the bleak autumn night, I am looking for a bright moon and a quiet forest to send messages to you in the distance. However, year after year, why can't I see your graceful figure in my dream? Maple leaves carry my endless thoughts, and let the crystal boat carry your crystal blessing.
The fragrance of autumn is indifferent and lasts for a long time. I don't know whether the glittering and translucent glass towers in Kaifeng and the gorgeous peony flowers in Luoyang are still refreshing, and I can witness your flying colors after a thousand dreams.
It is still dripping, and the autumn rain is always abrupt, just like Yu Guangzhong's Listening to the Cold Rain. It is elegant, slow and silent. Holding green tea in hand, a wisp of light smoke, leaning against the door and sipping cold rain will have a feeling of endless aftertaste. Brown is like the clear autumn sky, clean, lively, fragrant and countless.
From continuous spring rain to continuous autumn rain, everything is full of love and rain. The tiles in rainy days are gray and slightly bright, and the wet ribbons are light and gentle. For me, it is also a deep comfort. The elegance of autumn is like autumn rain, which suddenly turns noon into dusk.
Walking alone, quietly enjoying the soaked loneliness, no rain and no words all night.
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 4 The sky is exceptionally clear. Zhang Ji wandered into the street and knocked on his friend's door, only to learn that his friend had gone home to reunite with his relatives. Seeing geese flying south across the sky, the street was empty and poplars rustled. Zhang Ji looked at this bleak scene and the people who came home. He couldn't help sighing for heaven and feeling homesick. On second thought, although I can't see my family, I can write to my family. Zhang Ji walked slowly to his residence.
When I got home, I spread out paper and ink and began to write home letters. But I have so much to say to my family that I don't know where to start. When I saw the scene when I left my hometown, I felt regret. I didn't listen to my family's advice, and I couldn't help crying. Tears soaked the letter paper, and I couldn't help but burst into tears when I thought of the old mother waiting for her son to return at home. The letter was written, but the letter paper was wet with tears. Zhang Ji was afraid that this hastily written letter could not express his thoughts about his loved ones, so he read the letter again and again.
The messenger rode on a horse, and Zhang Ji gave him the letter. Just as the messenger was leaving, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened the envelope again, then handed it to the messenger and handed it to him with his fist.
The autumn wind messed up Zhang Ji's hair. He looked at the back of the messenger and thought, you must post the letter!
Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I feel nervous every day. I haven't spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with my family since I came to Oil City.
A few days ago, my mother told me on the phone that the old osmanthus tree in front of the door was blooming again, full of fragrance, standing at the door looking at the open osmanthus, and my mother said it was like seeing my son's smiling face.
I know my mother misses me. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother will call me in advance to ask if I will come back, and I am often busy with my work, so I can't afford to leave. My mother finally comforted me and said, it doesn't matter, the moon in Xinjiang will be as round as at home.
The last time I went home, it was the Spring Festival two years ago. It's very cold. I told my mother that our family bought a plane ticket on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month. We got off the plane and took a bus from Qingdao, and we could get home that evening. Who knows, just after the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, my mother called and said that my father would wait at the fork in the road one kilometer away from home every morning, and no one could persuade him to come back, every day.
My soul was once again hit silently, and it was really painful. Parents gave their children life and raised them with great pains, but watching them again and again became their eternal sustenance. Father finally looked at us at the intersection, was silent for a while, and just smiled and went home. All disappointments have turned into happy comfort and happy excitement. I saw my father's hands shaking when he took the luggage. ...
Mid-Autumn Festival is the most homesick festival for relatives. Although I am in a foreign land, I will also be concerned by my family. Even if you go to the ends of the earth, you can't get out of your parents' hearts.
I can't go home this Mid-Autumn Festival, and my children have to go for further study. I take good care of my children like parents, and the future of my children has become another reason why I can't go home to visit my parents.
I went to the post office and wanted to send some money to my parents. There was a long queue in front of the counter. Are they the same people who can't go home and reunite with me? Do they give their hearts like me? In the middle of Mid-Autumn Festival last year, it was raining in Mao Mao. I wonder if this year's Mid-Autumn Night will be as bright as a mirror? In that case, I'll raise a glass to invite the moon, invite distant places, invite relatives and say take care.
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 6 It is always rainy in autumn. Finally, the rain stopped. Miss Qiu took off her veil and the air was completely purified.
In early autumn, a breeze blew, holding a thin umbrella, which can be used if necessary. Set foot on a secluded path alone. Come to the forest, shake the leaves, hold the dew with your hands, and blink your eyes with the starlight among the leaves. It began to rain, but fortunately there was an umbrella stuck on the branch above. The falling raindrops rustle, and the oblique wind stirs the drizzle and throws it on your body, so you can feel the cold. The silver rain fell obliquely, the warm breeze embraced the drizzle, the sun was still shining, the drizzle was still falling, and this wonderful picture slowly spread out.
I like everything in autumn. I like the sky, intoxicating blue. I like the white clouds all over the sky and fantasize about charming angels in white. I like rain, because there is something on my mind in it. Like dead leaves and enjoy the loneliness of flower season. When you are sad, you fly with dead leaves and bad mood. The rain slipped through my hands, and I meditated on the pleasant feeling of being moistened by the rain alone in the drizzle.
Autumn is the season of missing. "Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang is of great significance to this writer." How wonderful it is to miss it! Only when you know how to miss can you know how to cherish. Autumn is also a lonely season when dead leaves fall. In the flower season, autumn is always accompanied by leaves, and loneliness and yearning are accompanied by rain.
The rain beads condensed on the Ye Er are still dripping, dripping ... dripping on the hands, making a crisp sound. ...
One day in the Tang Dynasty, Suzhou native Zhang Ji went to Luoyang, the eastern capital, to take an exam. Jinshi in the senior high school entrance examination, staying in Luoyang to work. He met a group of talented friends like him in Luoyang. After work, they read books and write poems together. Sometimes they climb mountains and see the surrounding scenery. They live a full and happy life.
Time flies, leaves turn yellow, and another autumn has come. When the autumn wind blows, geese fly south and flowers fall. Zhang Ji remembered his relatives in Suzhou, so he went into the study, picked up a pen and paper and wrote to his parents.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, he remembered that on the day when Luoyang took the exam, his parents put themselves in the carriage and were full of confidence in themselves. When they got on the bus, there was a little worry on their faces, because they were afraid of failing the exam. He thinks of the beautiful scenery of his hometown, the crystal clear lake and the quiet and comfortable rural scenery, which always makes him calm down and study hard. He remembered the scene of a family eating, chatting at home while eating. Everyone listened with relish, warm and harmonious. He remembers that when he was playing in his hometown, he had a panoramic view of the great rivers and mountains, which was very interesting. The whole family went to play and enjoyed it more. ...
Zhang Ji wrote a sentence on the paper, "Dad, Mom, how are you?" His face shows that his mother likes to have a fever. Every time she has a fever, it takes several days to recover. It is cool in autumn. I really don't know how she is now. I hope my parents will pay more attention to their health after receiving the letter. He went on to write: "Pay attention to your health, walk more after eating, and put on more clothes when it's cold ..."
After writing the letter, Zhang Ji handed it to the postman and urged him to deliver it as soon as possible. The postman didn't walk a few steps before Zhang Ji quickly caught up with him and said, "Please wait a moment, I want to see if there are any missing sentences." The postman stopped and handed the letter to Zhang Ji. Zhang Ji opened the newly sealed letter, read it several times, and added, "Don't worry about me, I have a good time in Luoyang." Seal the letter again and give it to the postman. He kept looking at the postman's back until the postman's back turned into a small black spot.
Zhang Ji's mood has not been calm for a long time. He returned to his study and wrote a poem "Qiu Si":
Melancholy Qiu Si
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 8 In the twenty-second year of Zhenguan, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin died, Emperor Taizong Li Zhiji succeeded to the throne, and then Tian gave birth to two sons. After the death of Emperor Gaozong, the two sons succeeded to the throne one after another, and Emperor Li Dan of Zong Rui gave way to Ze Tiansheng, and the dynasty changed, which was called "Wu Zhou Dynasty" in history.
After that, Tiansheng moved to Luoyang, the capital of Luoyang, and built a lot of buildings. I, Zhang Ji, followed.
Day after day, year after year. After staying in two capitals for a long time, I feel homesick. Now, the autumn wind is blowing gently, and winter is approaching, which makes me feel the touch of the scene. I miss every scenery in my hometown more than the imperial capital, which is scary every day.
In Luoyang, a city far away from home, I really want to write a letter from home and send it back to my hometown, so I work hard and sleep peacefully.
"Uncle Wang? Zhao Wei? Li Xiaoer? Huh? Where is this? " Familiar faces appeared in front of me. Ah! I see, this is my hometown! I walked on the path in my hometown and watched the villagers greet me. The so-called bureaucracy disappeared in my heart. At this moment, a voice broke the silence. "Master, master, someone is coming." That's my valet Niu Fu. Where is this? Oh, this is my home! No, exactly, it's just my post office in Beijing. I asked Niu Fu to find a messenger to send the letter back to my hometown.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, I was going to send the messenger away, but I remembered my dream last night and took back the stationery from the messenger. I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say!
Shi Mao wrote Qiu Si.
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 9 The long-awaited traditional festival-Mid-Autumn Festival has finally arrived, and people are spending it happily in various ways.
Early in the morning, our family is going to grandma's house for the Spring Festival. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I saw that my uncle's menstruation was already at my grandmother's house. It is really early and late, and there are more pedestrians who leave early. Grandma took out many fruits and moon cakes. What's more interesting is to cut the fruits into the shape of moon cakes. A few of us guys around grandma insisted that she tell us the story of the moon, and grandma smiled and agreed.
Grandma told us that the Mid-Autumn Festival had existed as early as ancient times. The fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month happens to be the time when rice matures. Yue Bai ceremony was held on the evening of Mid-Autumn Festival to pray for a bumper harvest in the coming year. We will also give moon cakes to each other under the moon to celebrate the joy of harvest. People put wine in the moon to celebrate a better life. After listening to grandma's story, I have a special idea in my heart. I must go out to see the moon tonight.
As night falls, the surrounding environment becomes gloomy, but the people watching the moon tonight have already broken the silent night. In the sky, the moon is round and bright, shining everything in this world. I began to think about this problem. My ancestors designated this day as "Mid-Autumn Festival". Mid-autumn is a season full of harvest. Nowadays, more means reunion.
I look up at the bright moon, which is far away and confused. Tonight, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and the bright stars cluster into the most beautiful moon. There was silence in the sky, and the stars didn't speak, feeling this moment quietly. I can't help but think of Su Shi's words, "I hope people will live for a long time, but thousands of miles away." So can I talk to the literati in time and space?
Under the moon, I have a lot of thoughts. How can a beauty like Chang 'e endure the cold in Guanghan Palace? No one knows how Li Taibai people, who are so free and easy, can raise their glasses to dispel their worries. Probably I saw the lonely figure of Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace. In the moonlight, the madman who "drinks into sorrow, seven points of moonlight, three points of firm but gentle, embroiders his mouth and spits out, and is half prosperous in the Tang Dynasty" is free and easy, so lonely and so arrogant.
Yes, when the sea becomes a mulberry field, the cycle of the sun and the moon is still there. Those people and things left in the memory of moonlight are always told by us over and over again. Through the bright moonlight, you can vaguely see their charm of the year. Let's leave the moon, put our thoughts in the wind, and drift into a beautiful memory with the passing years. What a full moon tonight!
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 10 The flying yellow sand floats in front of us, and the sunset dimly emits the last ray of color. Now, it is dusk.
There are still a few trees left in the desolate desert, but they are all dead. Dead branches bared their teeth like dragons' claws. Fierce vines cling to each other. Rough bark will fall off when touched. Like black charcoal, the world used to be a little gloomy.
Only the crow in the tree refused to leave. Sparse feathers and dull fur reveal the desolation there.
There are still some dead leaves on the tree ahead. When the wind blows, it rustles. Veins appear like veins, as if to tell us that it is old. But all this represents the glory of the past.
From a distance, I thought it was a family. Looking at it carefully, I am disappointed. The rotten wood is broken and covered with moss. Although there is running water below, it is extremely dirty by yellow sand.
There are several tombstones near the thatched cottage. The handwriting on the tablet has been buried. The door creaked in the wind, and the furnishings inside were weathered and unusable.
There are some traces of highways nearby, most of which have been erased by the yellow sand blowing from time to time.
The west wind came out, cold to the bone marrow. The only leaves left on the tree were blown into the river and lost their vitality.
At this time, a tramp came from behind. He has been wandering around the world since he failed in the exam. He lowered his head and led a scrawny horse through the yellow sand step by step, making the crow cry weakly.
They haven't drunk water for several days. When they see a spring, the speed is a little faster. As a result, I saw some scarce dirty water when I walked through this area.
The horseshoe stamped over some hot sand, and the sunset sank with it. God, it's getting dark.
Everything is so quiet, only the sound of horses' hooves and the lamentation of vagrants are left, just like a lamentation singing.
The wanderer left home, leaving only his horse and his own shadow. How much he wants to take the exam again now! If I had made a little progress, I wouldn't have been driven out of my house and drifted in the desolate desert.
His lament is getting louder and louder, but weaker and weaker, and he is walking alone on the ancient road.
God, it's so dark.
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 1 1 Unconsciously, people sent away the hot summer, and Miss Qiu came quietly with light steps. The autumn wind in Luoyang city is also mercilessly beating the leaves on the trees. The leaves don't know which big tree and corner they will fall under to make fertilizer for next year.
After dinner, the poet Zhang Ji felt bored and went out for a walk. Looking into the distance, the poet remembered his hometown, his elderly mother, his son who was not sensible, and his wife's words when she left, and all kinds of thoughts could not help coming to mind. The poet prepared a pen and paper and wanted to write a letter to his family, but he didn't know where to start. There were a thousand kinds of melancholy. After writing, the poet found it difficult to express himself, so it was cheaper to start writing again, so many times.
The next day, the messenger came. The poet handed the letter to Shi and said, "Be sure to give it to my parents and tell them that I am all right." When the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the letter again, read it again and again, changed it again and again, and didn't give it to the messenger until the messenger urged him again and again.
The news soon disappeared in the vast crowd, and the poet returned to the house, thinking about this scene, and then began to do:
There is autumn wind in Luoyang city, and the writer's book is full of meaning.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 12 Autumn comes quietly with her light footsteps, and a cool breeze blows against my face, but it is not biting at all.
Autumn has come, which means that farmers' harvest has also arrived. The farmer's face was full of smiles, bent over and busy with a sickle, but he was full of happiness. A strong wind blew and the rice danced with it ... from a distance, it was golden. There are several farmers embedded in the sea, and a picture of "Farmer Harvest figure" full of peaceful atmosphere in a New Year picture is outlined.
Autumn brings both harvest and withering, just like a girl with multiple personalities. In this picturesque season, flowers seem to have lost their keen interest in spring and returned to their own world. Only chrysanthemums do not covet spring, only love autumn, and only bloom in autumn, adding a touch of bright color to autumn.
Autumn is a mysterious magician, more precisely, a skilled magician. Unconsciously, it turned the leaves as green as oil into a beautiful scene as red as fire and as yellow as gold. It not only brings rich fruits, but also brings us peculiar visual enjoyment.
Autumn is also the lucky god of children. In autumn, many fruits are ripe and children are busy in the orchard. Of course, there are children by the stream. They rolled up their trouser legs and waded in the water, touching the fish that came and went and could not be touched at all.
Strolling in the maple forest, the wind blows. Are those trees shivering with cold, or are they nervous because the fallen leaves are leaving? The leaves blown off by the wind are quiet and serene. They lie quietly on the ground, waiting for the soil to slowly dissolve them and wrap them in a season full of expectations. I squatted down gently, picked up a fallen leaf and counted the lines on it. Suddenly I remembered a poem by Gong Zizhen-"Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Although the yellow leaves in front of me are not beautiful, I also believe that they must have the same feelings of "turning into spring mud to protect flowers" as falling red. Because they exist as if to protect another new life. Indeed, an ordinary life is not great, but if you are willing to be ordinary, you can't help being great.
Although autumn has passed, I no longer hesitate. Looking at the autumn in the distance, I seem to understand that we should not pursue beauty, fame and profit too much and ignore the purest and most ordinary things. In other words, don't be too keen on the brilliant flowers in spring, but should pay more attention to the fruits in autumn. ...
Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 13 With the afterglow of the sunset, I slowly walked on a narrow ancient road with a skinny horse, and the bleak scene made me even more lonely. A big pagoda tree stood sadly in the west wind, and a layer of dead leaves and branches fell on the barren land. A dead vine stubbornly wound around the trunk, like a small bell tied to a rope. The autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves that have not fallen rustle. Several black crows flew in the sky, and their hoarse cries echoed in the desolate wilderness and stirred in my heart. The crow went home in a noisy cry. Looking at everything around me, a sense of loneliness enveloped my whole body.
After wandering outside for three or two years, my mind became extremely fragile. A crow with a withered vine and an old tree can be accompanied by loneliness. And I, helpless, like a duckweed, drifting in the vast world. At this point, I can't help but stop and stare at the slowly sinking sunset. Afterglow painted the clouds purple, and there was a faint sadness in my heart. Fame and fortune are just fleeting, and I don't value them. But I have to run around for the livelihood of a young family! Life is so contradictory! The money has been sent home, and there is not much left in my pocket. How to face your family when you go back? Alas … helpless, helpless, I got on the horse and staggered to the foggy distance. Walking, I didn't mean to look, but I saw smoke rising in the shadow in front of me. Oh, someone else. There is a simple wooden bridge on the river ahead, and the gurgling spring water flows carefully under the bridge. Farmers are also smart enough to settle down in such a good place.
Home, what a warm word it is! In my mind, home is the kind smile of my parents, the busy figure of my wife and the naughty appearance of my children. But how can I get back? How are the folks in my hometown? I still remember the delicacy of Aunt Zhang's fish soup, and my ears still remember Uncle Li's rough and unconstrained Shaanxi opera. I feel a warmth in my heart, but it is so sour, and my homesickness slowly condenses in my brow. All this made me think a lot, and suddenly I was full of thoughts on horseback, blurting out: "The old vine is faint, the small bridge is flowing, and the old road is thin." When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world! "A cold wind blowing, I can't help shuddering, so I took a long drink from the wine bag, calmed down the ups and downs, straightened up and waved the whip, and galloped away toward the unknown distance.
Qiu Si Excellent Composition 14 The cool autumn is coming, and the autumn wind is playing in Luoyang. Autumn wind drives wild geese to fly south and blows yellow-leaf rice. How beautiful the scenery in front of us is!
Walking in the street, seeing this scene reminded me of my homesickness: how is my old mother? How is your friend? They must miss me very much ... I thought of this, quickened my pace, hurried home and sat down at my desk. With heavy thoughts, I thought: where should I start writing? I hesitated, picked up the pen and put it down, picked up the pen and put it down. ...
I made up my mind to finish this letter in one breath. I am very happy: I have finally written it, and now I look forward to my mother's reply. I really hope they are healthy and all the best. When I was about to give this letter to the sender, there was another wave in my heart: I wrote this letter in a hurry just now. What should I do if the sentence is unclear? So my mother can't read it, so how can I write back? So, I opened the sealed letter and revised it again. I didn't want to give it to the sender until I felt the expression was complete.
Looking at the back of the sender, there was an autumn wind blowing in my heart. How much I miss my relatives in my hometown! My eyes are blurred. ...
Qiu Si's excellent composition 15 "Lu Huaxin was found in front of the temple, and jade was found under the moon." . Every year, the Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, and thousands of families get together. At this time of the year, my family will go back to my grandmother's house for the New Year.
This year, grandma's house is very lively. In addition to grandparents, uncles, aunts, uncles, sisters and brothers all came back from afar for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone gets together, laughing and having fun.
"Have a meal!" Dishes of delicious food, full of color and flavor, fragrance wafted all over the house, not to mention watching! My mouth is watering at a glance. Chicken, duck, fish, jiaozi oil cake ... Everything is my favorite. It's delicious, and there will definitely be another round belly.
Sure enough, I can hardly last another meal! However, children are children, and nothing can stop the active nature. After dinner, adults are busy cleaning up, and we children go to play in the yard. The rising moon is embedded in the sky like a big jade plate. Looking at the round moon, there are ripples in my heart.
Moonlight is like water-she makes me feel life and happiness. She is like a mirror, which makes me experience all kinds of images of life. There are beauty, sour and bitter. However, more is to let me feel the happiness of life. Because the moonlight like water flows like a trickle in my beating heart, my troubles seem to disappear in an instant, and my heart is bright and crystal clear in an instant.
The moonlight is picturesque-she is beautiful and charming. In the picturesque moonlight, I saw mountains and rivers, the sea and the graceful figure of Chang 'e. The mountains and rivers were winding and undulating, the sea was rough and the Chang 'e was beautiful and moving. I am rippling in the beautiful picture of moonlight, enjoying it.
Moonlight is like a poem-the beautiful moonlight comes to the world from the distant sky, spreading her ancient legend, and the wonderful poem just blurts out and contrasts with the soft moonlight into a painting. "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." "I don't know the moon when I am young, so I call it a white jade plate." "The moon was bright in Qin, closed in Han, and the Long March did not return." "Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" …
Moonlight is like a song-bright silver, like a long ribbon woven by a bunch of optical fibers, and strings of notes are embedded in the sky and universe. With the roar of rivers, lakes and seas, it sings a song combining ancient with reality.
I sat quietly, totally immersed in the moonlight. It was not until my sister called me that I came to my senses.
When the hand of time was set to 1 1, I fell asleep at the full moon.