10 essays of 600 words about the moon

The moon is so bright, as white as a porcelain plate, reflecting on the earth and my heart. I really like the moon. The following is a selection of 10 essays of 600 words that I compiled about the moon. Welcome to read and share.

A 600-word essay about the moon 1

The night sky is blue, the stars are bright and charming, and the moon rises slowly with its beautiful body shaking. It slowly spreads the moonlight to the earth, lighting up the mountains, lighting up the water, and lighting up my heart.

When I was a child, because my mother didn’t work in the city and the distance was long, my mother left early every day and came home late every day, so she couldn’t stay with me often. Only my grandma and grandpa could be with me often. At that time, I missed my mother very much every day and looked towards the road where my mother came back countless times every day. At this time, I suddenly saw the moon hanging high in the sky. I thought, the moon is so lonely! There is nothing around it, no one can talk to it, no one can listen to it talk about its feelings, and no one can tell it stories.

Later, my mother was transferred to the city to work. She no longer had to leave early and come back late. She could play with me every day. At this time, I saw the golden moon again. I think the moon must be warm. There are many stars around it to accompany it, and it can also feel the warmth and shining of the sun. It can also see everything in the world and feel the mystery of the universe. Who can be happier than the moon?

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have entered the gate of junior high school. I have endless homework to write and endless books to memorize every day. I swim in the ocean of knowledge every day. No matter how hard I swim, I will never reach the end. At this time, I was tired and saw the bright moon hanging high. I thought, the moon is so comfortable! It does not need to fight in the ocean, nor does it need to struggle. It just needs to lie leisurely in the starry sky every day and play games with the creatures in the universe. Who can compare with it? When can I be like the moon?

Sometimes, I sit by the window and pour out my troubles to the moon, but the moon smiles but does not answer. But I know that no matter what difficulties or ups and downs I encounter, the moon will always light the way ahead of me.

A 600-word essay about the moon 2

I opened the moon cake box, and there was a picture in the box, with the moon on it.

I think it was the moon in ancient times. Surrounded by the inky night and dark mountains and forests, there was only a hazy round moon in the middle, emitting a goose-yellow light. It was neither humble nor arrogant. Gentle and touching. Looking from a distance, it looks like an ancient book.

I do think of the moon I saw downstairs last night - it was pale, lonely, and emitted a somewhat dazzling white light. At that time I exclaimed: "The moon is so big!" Later I wanted to take a photo of it. Unfortunately, when the mobile phone was placed above the head, the scorching white light shining on those high buildings was as dazzling as the moon, and it was equally indistinguishable.

I gradually felt a little cold, the kind of heart-wrenching cold that I couldn't resist even if I wrapped my clothes tightly. On such a misty night, the moon is like a thin layer of ice. No matter how bright it is, no matter how twinkling it is, it cannot shine into people's hearts.

Why do I feel so alienated and cold when I look at the moon in Shijiazhuang, a city with 5 million people, as if the moon in ancient times has already drifted away from us? Little by little it lost its former softness and became hard and ruthless. No matter how hard you try, you can't go back. I don’t know if those foreigners will still feel a warm feeling when they look up at the moon while working overtime. I don’t know if they put down their mobile phones and have a good meal when their families get together. I don’t know if Chang’e on the moon is there now. Don't you feel a little bit cold?

The moon can be divided into ancient and modern times. It has experienced thousands of years and has come to this era. Maybe it no longer has the warmth of the ancient times, and maybe it has long been forgotten when there was an incense table for it. As it is placed, perhaps one has long forgotten that it was filled with the emotions of several generations. It has been hanging so lonely and cold at a high place, watching the crowds of people increasing and decreasing, and watching the night changing from dim lights to the flower market becoming like daylight, do you occasionally recall that there was a little girl back then? Make a wish sincerely?

It's dark now.

I wonder if I can still see the moon.

A 600-word essay about the moon 3

I stood in the yard and watched the dusk gradually fade, and I had the artistic conception of "when people meet at dusk, the moon will rise above the willow branches." After a while, the night quietly climbed into the sky. Winter nights always come quickly. After a while, the sky gradually becomes brighter as if it has been splashed with ink. The moon only dimly peeks out of the clouds and is covered by the clouds.

The sky is getting darker little by little, and the black color is spreading. A few stars are dotted in the sky, emitting a weak but not dim light. I waited patiently, and finally the clouds opened and I could see the bright moon. Today is not a cloudy day, the sky is clear, and the moon is like a shy and timid girl from the south of the Yangtze River, "still half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms."

After waiting for a while, the moonlight finally appeared in front of my eyes, and I felt excited in my heart. The moon finally emerged from the clouds, emitting bright white light and walking toward the world.

Its light is not as dazzling as the sun, and you won't feel uncomfortable if you keep looking at it with your eyes. The moon is like a gentle little girl, never willing to hurt others.

The moon is still round these days. It first showed a corner, then slowly became rounded, and finally turned into a disk shape and hung in the sky. This reminds me of a poem: "When I was young, I didn't know the moon, and I called it a white jade plate." The moon is indeed like a round jade plate, which is very beautiful. And it is not only like a jade plate, but also like a jade mirror that can reflect all the beautiful things in the world. I wonder if Chang'e uses the moon as a mirror when she is dressing up in the sky.

After a while, a cloud of mist approached the moon, and the moon became blurred in my sight. A breeze came, and I felt very comfortable. The moon gradually retreated into the clouds, ending today's performance. Its light shone deeply through the clouds onto the ground. Everything around it seemed to be sprinkled with silver light. The trees and grass all looked like It was covered with silver makeup, and the moon made the whole earth soft. I felt a little sleepy just looking at it.

It was already late at night, and I returned to the room.

A 600-word essay about the moon 4

It was a quiet summer night. My father and I were sitting on the wicker chairs in the courtyard, admiring the moonlight together.

The moon has finally risen, rising from the other side of the mountain. Has it been washed in the sea? The moon disk is so bright, and the moonlight is so soft, illuminating the high Ma'an Mountain. It lit up the big green tree at the head of the village, and it also lit up our courtyard. The bright moon climbed into the sky and turned from golden to silver, like a kind mother covering the earth with a thin transparent quilt. All things gradually fell asleep under the care of this mother. Only the crickets were tireless and held a lively event. concert.

My father and I bathed in the moonlight and walked in the white world. A floating cloud casts a thin veil on the beautiful moon, and the moonlight casts a hazy brilliance on everything on the ground. Everything is so peaceful and mysterious. The moon gradually escaped from the shackles of the gauze and sprinkled the moonlight on the earth again. The light was so gentle, like a ballet dancer. The thin stream carries the fragrance of mountain grass and wild flowers, and the moonlight flows, and the few frogs' croaking seems so crisp.

The stars twinkle mischievously in the sky, and the moon and countless small light spots beside it form a clear night sky picture, which makes people think a lot. If you observe carefully, you will find that there are countless ravines in the glowing liquid. Are those the laurel forests cut down by Wu Gang? I remember when I was a child, I snuggled in my mother's arms and listened to her talk about "Chang'e Flying to the Moon" and "Wu Gang". The myth of "Fighting the Osmanthus", at that time I always looked at the moon journeying, longing for a osmanthus leaf to fall in my yard.

"I am looking up at the moon. How many dreams are flying freely..." My father, who has always been serious, is so interested that I am no longer restrained. I am telling my ideals: I want to be a writer and let readers share my joys and sorrows; I want to be a doctor and protect people's health; I want to be a teacher and cultivate the flowers of the motherland... My father laughs under the moonlight He said meaningfully: "Sijia, do you know why the moon is so beautiful? Because it is grateful for the light given by the sun."

My father and I returned to the courtyard and sat on the wicker chairs. I understood that my father The good intention behind inviting me to admire the moon is to make me a grateful person. Staring at the bright moon again, her cold brilliance gained heat. Yes, people praise the brightness and beauty of the moon, but who cares about the sun that silently brings glory to the moon?

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Now we all know the moon It is a satellite of our earth. It can have a very important impact on our lives. For example, tides are caused by the moon. But in ancient times, many people did not know what the moon represented. They always thought that there were some fairies living on the moon, and there were many myths and stories that also described magical scenes on the moon. We can now see through the impressions described in many poems that ancient people yearned for the moon very much. Not only did they feel homesick, but there were also some love poems that have been passed down to this day. Of course, the most important thing is that there are some myths, among which Chang'e is the most praiseworthy myth, and it is also a Chinese Valentine's Day festival.

The moon was golden at first, and in an instant, the color of the moon became lighter and gradually turned white. She is so cute, so funny, and so beautiful. She slowly shed a piece of bright moonlight on the earth, as gentle as a piece of veil. She is like a round jade plate, like a rugby ball, like a small boat, like a sickle, like a thin hook, like a thin eyebrow, and the sky is gradually dimming. Ah, the bright moon, you have aroused the imagination of so many people: Sister Chang'e is thinking lonely in Guanghan Palace, missing the happy and beautiful days; Wu Gang was punished by the Jade Emperor in the sky to chop down the tree that could never be chopped down. The fallen osmanthus tree and the little jade rabbit are always making medicine for Sister Chang'e in Guanghan Palace. How I want to build a flyover to visit Sister Chang'e; how I want to keep company with Sister Chang'e, and how I want to chat with Sister Chang'e and the Little Jade Rabbit.

The river that has been running all day flows slowly under the moonlight. The evening wind blows, the waves are sparkling, and the small fish in the river are chasing and jumping on the water.

There are many people enjoying the cool air and chatting by the river. Even the laughter and voices are as soft and harmonious as the white jade moon. The brightness of the moon in the sky is like the water of fine wine. The broad river surface is like a bright mirror, like a piece of silk studded with pearls, and the vast white surface is like covering the earth with a layer of frost. So the moon is a very magical thing. In ancient times, it was a representative of homesickness and love. In modern times, it is a representative of technology. It always exists in every aspect of our lives. It changes our lives and also protects us. Our planet.

A 600-word essay about the moon 6

The moon, like a dazzling light in the night sky, lights the way home for those who leave home; the moon , it is like a painting full of tranquility, which soothes people's tedious worries; the moon, in my heart, is more like a prose poem describing my mother, exuding infinite tenderness and kindness!

Every night, as night falls, everything in the world is shrouded in the quiet night. The moon climbed up to the treetops silently. It lifted its veil, revealed its elegant face, and cast the watery moonlight into the silent world.

The moonlight "melts" into the lake water, and the clarification on the water surface is like a layer of broken silver, rippling with silver sparkling waves; the moonlight falls on the treetops, and the tender branches on the The leaves were lined with a silver lace, giving off a soft light; the moonlight shone on the earth, and the ground seemed to be covered with a colorless veil, mysterious and eye-catching! At this time, the moon beside the moon Countless stars blink their bright eyes mischievously, just like the moon god and his children and people, accompanying it and supporting it forever. I don't know when a cool breeze blew from the valley. It was the sounds of natural creatures, as if they were whispering, and they seemed to be praising the charm and gentleness of the moon, which made it more dazzling in the dark night. Bright colors.

Suddenly thin clouds floated in the night sky, covering the moon, and we can clearly see the moon floating in it like a boat, looming, so shy that it is really elusive. through. When the clouds slowly passed by, the original appearance of the moon was revealed to everyone again, and even the bright stars around it were outshined by the moon's light. This makes it look like a jade plate, but also like a huge luminous pearl, hanging quietly in the air, looking even more dazzling and beautiful against the dark blue sky.

I stared at it intently, thinking: Ah! Bright moon, how beautiful and charming you are! You are the symbol of the night, embracing everything in the world.

At this moment, a faint singing voice came from the distant horizon, as if the moon was singing a lullaby. The gentle voice made all living creatures enter sweet dreams with a smile.

Moon, you are a prose poem describing mother. You are the only glimmer of light in the darkness, leading the confused people to find the future direction, and guiding the desperate people to find the warmth of spring.

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What is the moon? The moon is a planet. From ancient times to the present, people have never stopped exploring it; the moon is a sustenance, poetry Poet responds to the song with thousands of thoughts; the moon is a kind of feeling, regardless of high or low, everyone has a unique memory related to it.

Exploration

Chang'e flies to the moon, Wu Gang cuts osmanthus, the Jade Rabbit makes medicine... In mythology, there is the ancient people's desire to explore the full moon. Coldness and loneliness are the themes of the moon. In modern popular science introduction, the moon is a natural solid satellite orbiting the earth, and it is also the closest natural celestial body to the earth. The moon always faces us on one side. In the era without detectors, the back side of the moon has always been an unknown world and science fiction. In science fiction novels, there is often a huge alien base on the back side of the moon. It wasn't until 1969 that humans left their footprints on the moon's dust, and the moon finally became another starting point for people to explore the vast sea of ??stars.

Thoughts

A bright moon rises between the sea and the sky. The poet who is far away from his relatives and friends wants to give the moonlight to him, but he is helpless and can only sigh: " I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good time to sleep in.”

The same bright moon is the white jade plate of Li Bai’s childhood. The loneliness of "Three People" is the reflection of "Today's people cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancients".

Su Shi raised his wine glass and asked the sky, leaving behind the wish "I hope you will live long and travel thousands of miles to the moon".

The moon in the poet's eyes is beautiful and classic. I am looking for the answer to "Who by the river first saw the moon? When did the moon on the river first shine on people?" in the poet's language.

Memory

"The moon is bright, walking with sesame cakes..." There is an audio file saved in my mother's computer and mobile phone. How did my mother teach me to recite this children's song when I was two years old? I have no impression, but my persistence in saying "cake" as "top" in the audio made me happy every time I listened to it. I imagined my mother pointing at the moon under the moonlight and teaching me to recite children's songs.

Time will not be obsessed with my "cake" or "top". I gradually grew up. When I was eight years old, my mother asked me to play badminton every day. When I arrived at the gym, night fell and I finished playing. , the bright moon was in the sky, I ran home and told my mother loudly: "The moon is chasing me!" When I got home, I stood in front of the window and played hide-and-seek with the moon.

Now that I am in junior high school, I no longer have time to take a walk with my mother under the moon, but behind the thick curtains, the moon is silently accompanying me.

This month brings with it thousands of explorations and thoughts throughout the ages, as well as my unique memories of growing up.

A 600-word essay about the moon 8

"When I was young, I didn’t recognize the moon, and it was called a white jade plate." Is the moon only as big as a jade plate? Of course not.

The moon is very large. It is the fifth largest satellite of the sun, with a diameter of 3476 kilometers. If you cut it open, you will find that the moon, like the earth, also has a crust, mantle, and core. The average thickness of its shell alone is 60 to 65 kilometers, and only a few thousand kilometers further down can the lunar core be found. But putting the moon and the earth together, it looks small again. If the earth is viewed as a large round bottle, about 50 moons can fit inside it. The moon is very light. If you put it on a scale with the earth, it would take almost 81 moons to be as heavy as the earth.

The average distance of the moon from the earth is about 384,400 kilometers. The moon is desolate, with only craters and valleys. The temperature difference on the moon is quite large. At the hottest time, the temperature reaches 117°C. If you put an ice cream on it, it will turn into water vapor in the blink of an eye. At its coldest, the temperature is minus 173°C. Pour a basin of hot water and it will freeze into solid ice immediately. But the moon is rich in resources. The 17 rarest elements on earth are found everywhere on the moon just like an ordinary pebble.

The relationship between the moon and us is very close. Every day, people on the earth can have a good sleep, which is also inseparable from the moon. Without the moon, the Earth's rotation would be running faster and faster like a wild horse. Then a day on earth may be only 12 hours, or even shorter.

Watching the beautiful meteors streak across the sky, we also have to thank the moon, otherwise, the meteors will turn into terrible planets. Remember the dinosaurs? They were wiped out by asteroids. It is the moon that helps the earth block asteroids one after another, saving the earth from annihilation.

People can enjoy surfing, sea disco, and eat delicious clams, but it is also a loss of the moon. It creates tidal phenomena for us, allowing the tide to rise and fall every day, forming tidal flats so that shellfish can survive.

The moon also embodies the homesickness of Chinese wanderers in ancient and modern times. Without the moon, Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" would not be an eternal masterpiece; Du Fu's "Moonlight Night Remembering My Brother" would not be as touching; and Li Bai, who loves to write about the moon, would be missing many masterpieces.

In short, without the moon, there would be no beautiful world like ours.

A 600-word essay about the moon 9

Up to now, I can’t tell whether I like to look at the moon or I am used to looking at the moon.

I only remember that my father aroused my addiction to watching the moon.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, my father said to me excitedly: "Let's go and look at the moon!" I was so absorbed in watching TV that before I could react, I was pulled up the stairs by my father, reluctantly. Walking behind dad. Before I climbed to the top of the building, my father suddenly stopped. When I was about to raise my head to question my father, I was shocked and speechless by the moon. I have never seen such a big moon. It is so big that if you take another step up, it will overflow the door frame. The cold light emitted around her makes people deeply attracted to her but dare not get close. At that time, I felt that the word "Bing Xin" was the most appropriate to describe the moon.

Dad stood aside and asked me with a smile: "Does it look good?" After a while of silence, Dad said again, "Let's go down." "No, I will look at it for a while." Looking at it, I I seem to have seen Su Shi "dancing to clear the shadows" when he was drunk, heard him murmuring to the moon "Why is it so long to be round when we say goodbye", and felt the open-mindedness of "Thousands of miles away, the beauty of the moon".

No matter where I go, I will pay attention to the moon there at night.

The moon on the seaside is salty, she hangs low on the sea, and her mouth is filled with the taste of fish and shrimp at a glance; the moon in the south of the Yangtze River is sweet, she hangs gently on the treetops, As soon as I look up, my heart is filled with the sweetness of flowers and plants; the moon in the north is yellow, and as soon as I think about it, I feel the yellow sand rushing towards my face, which is huge and desolate.

Over time, I got into the habit of looking at the moon.

When I toss and turn and cannot fall asleep, I will get up and look at the moon. She is always so peaceful, and I will calm down.

I don’t know why, but whenever I want to give up, I look up and see the moon, a small one, hanging far away in the sky, alone, but still shining proudly. I had a reason to persevere, and just like that, I got through those times that seemed unbearable.

I really like sentences about the moon, and I often feel that the moon written by those writers is a clean girl, wearing a plain white dress, neither noisy nor noisy, and her smile is little by little slow. It bloomed slowly, her movements were gentle, and the sorrow and thoughts in her heart spread quietly and unknowingly.

So the moon has always been a special existence to me.

During this Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is still very round and bright. Under the moon, at my desk, I write hard for my dreams.

A 600-word essay on the moon 10

A bright moon is embedded in the dark sky. The moon has few stars and soft light like water, illuminating the sky. I looked at the bright moon and seemed to see my mother.

Mom loves to laugh. That smile was very peaceful. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her eyes were full of smiles. Mom is a pure optimist. She never gets angry or sad because of small things. Her smile lasts forever and always brings happiness to people. Whenever the moon bends like a hook, I will think of her smile.

The moon hangs in the sky, alone, very lonely, but it illuminates the dark night with a thin light, and so does my mother. Her love for me is selfless, like the moon, using her own strength to help others. I remember that time, I was sick and hospitalized. As night falls, the bow and moon are as soft as catkins and as light as floating water. My mother is sitting next to me, showing her deep love under the moonlight. Mother's love is like water, like the end of the moon.

I still remember one time when my mother and I were wandering on the street. Suddenly, a little boy riding an electric bicycle fell next to us. I couldn't help but be shocked and stood there blankly. His mother quickly approached him, picked up his electric car, and followed him home. Mother is so like the moon that sends travelers home at night!

The moon has chosen loneliness and devotion. She is really like her mother. The moon is gentle, which is what makes it different from the sun. The moon is pure, and so is she. The moon is selfless, so why isn't my mother so? Her every smile and every smile is so moving.

The moon has been fragrant through the ages, illuminating many people. I remember Li Taibai once wrote, "Today's people don't see the ancient moon, but this month once illuminated the ancients." Zhang Ruoxu said, "Life is endless from generation to generation, Jiang Yue Every year is the same. "People will be born, old, sick and die, and they cannot stay forever, but the moon can stay in the world forever and benefit others. The moon is eternal, just like maternal love is eternal. My mother’s smile is like the moon in the sky, rippling in my heart forever. The crescent moon contains maternal love and is filled with happiness. Whenever I look up at the bright moon in the sky, I will be positive and optimistic. That smile is deeply engraved in my heart...

Today, I Looking up at the bright moon, the soft moonlight is like water, flowing through my heart, far and long.

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