A weekly diary about the moon

The sun has set and the sky is getting dark. I don’t know when, the moon climbed up little by little from the top of the mountain in the east, so bright and bright. Below is the composition column. I write my monthly moon diary for you. I hope it can inspire your writing and write good things. composition. Chapter 1: The Moon

The sun has set and the sky is getting dark. I don't know when, the moon climbed up little by little from the top of the east mountain, so bright and bright, and the earth gradually turned silver.

Looking at the bright moon, I have endless reveries in my heart. Is there really a Jade Rabbit living in the moon? Is there really a laurel tree?

The moon seems to be a kind person. My mother's temper is neither as violent nor as severe as that of Taiyang. Just quietly and silently glowing dimly. Silver light covered the earth, and everything seemed to be sleeping in hazy silence.

There is no noise in this silver brilliance, but quiet and implicit. Only when you pay attention can you feel this quiet and poetic light. It will make you feel very comfortable, as if you are being influenced by Motherly caress. At this moment, you will forget your sorrow and worries. A sense of happiness in a fairyland arises spontaneously.

A bright moon brings us infinite reverie and reminds us of too many longings. "I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night." When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..." The bright moon is someone we can confide in and a close friend to whom we can pin our thoughts.

The moon covers the quiet night with a silver veil, making the world full of harmony, joy and poetry.

What a beautiful moon! I like you. Chapter 2: "Chasing" the Moon

If I had to choose between morning or evening, I would prefer the evening. Because at night you will see the moon that I love.

One night, I was looking forward to watching the moon at home, but I never saw it come out. Just let my mother play computer games with me. While we were playing, my mother looked at the sky outside the window and said, "The moon is out!" I looked up and there was indeed a moon in the sky. It seemed to have invisible wings, gradually rising higher and higher, and finally disappeared, leaving only a bright light like an empty mirror. This disappoints me. My mother said: "It has risen too high. You can't see it in the house. Go and have a look in the yard!" I ran out quickly and saw the moon at a glance. The moon is right above our head, it is a curved semicircle, and the moonlight is also hazy. The moonlight shines on the earth, casting a silvery glow. The scenery on the ground is shrouded in the moonlight, hazy and beautiful.

While admiring the moon, I suddenly remembered an unforgettable thing related to the moon. It was when I was 6 years old and I was playing at a good friend's house. When I got home, it was getting late. It was the first time I walked alone at night. I was afraid of snakes and other scary animals, and I was very scared. At this moment, I saw the moon. It was like a star hanging in the sky. A bright lamp covered the earth with a layer of silver gauze. It was more like a big disk, shining brightly on my way home. Suddenly I was no longer afraid and hummed a song to myself as I walked home. O Moon, you are my protector and I am your follower.

Looking at the moon, I like her even more. "Hang Ying," it turned out to be my mother who told me to go back to bed, so I had no choice but to go back disappointed. Ah! Lovely moon, we will see you tomorrow night. Chapter 3: The Moon

In my opinion, the moon is changeable.

Sometimes, it is curved and thin, emitting a faint, hazy moonlight, covering the bright moon; sometimes, it is round and big, and the moonlight at this time is orange-yellow, in the dark blue. It is particularly dazzling in the sky, as if it is a yellow gem embedded in the night; sometimes, when it encounters a lunar eclipse, it will be slowly swallowed by darkness, and then darkness envelopes the entire moon, which is very strange, and slowly Earth, the darkness receded again, and the moon lit up again. In my opinion, the moon is an ever-changing elf, giving us rich visual enjoyment.

The moon also leaves traces of human technological development.

When the first astronaut to land on the moon stepped on the first footprint, it marked the realization of people's dream of landing on the moon. It also marked another major step forward in human science and technology. ! Moreover, humans have also discovered many rare minerals on the moon and brought them back to Earth for research. This is also a manifestation of scientific and technological progress; now scientists have plans to immigrate to the moon. Once successful, this will be a milestone in the development of human science and technology.

The moon has also been the writing material of literati from ancient times to the present.

"When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky with wine?" "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes." These poems that have been passed down through the ages are all about the moon. The ancients loved the moon, so they chanted it, which brought spiritual enjoyment to future generations. The moon is also the poet's friend.

Scientists say that the moon is a satellite of the earth, but in my opinion, the moon is a friend of the earth. It faces the earth and has witnessed the vicissitudes of the earth. The moon, we all like it! Chapter 4: The moon

Slowly, slowly, the moon finally climbed up. It was golden at first, slowly passing through wisps of white clouds like light smoke, rising upward, rising.

At this moment, the color of the moon became lighter and whiter, and it rose proudly. It's so cute and round, so interesting, like a silver jade plate reflecting white light.

The floating clouds, as soft as catkins and as light as silk, are slowly rising from the sea, surrounded by the bright moon. The clear brilliance reflects the surroundings into a colorful halo, from deep to shallow, if there is nothing. It is not as bright as the sunset, so it looks more elegant; it is not as bright as the sunset, and only gives you a little bit of joy and a little bit of sadness.

The moon rises so high, like a moon that has just been dehydrated, unstained by dust. Thousands of miles of surging sea water, rolling with the silvery moonlight, is like rolling snow waves coming from the sky, and it seems like all the fish under the water are swimming up to the surface and coming out to "dry their scales" in the light of the full moon. They were also attracted by the moon and rushed to admire it!

At this moment, the mist next to it enveloped the moon. The moon only shows half of its face. 10 compositions related to the moon. In the dark blue night sky, the moon emits a faint white light, and the surrounding white clouds are drifting, like a small white sailboat drifting in the dark blue sea, drifting, drifting! Drifting towards your heart . At this time, the moon is like a hook, hanging lonely in the sky. It must be tired, and the light is so weak, but it still does its best to spread the insignificant light to the world.

After a while, the clouds and fog dispersed, and the moon returned to its original white jade disk. Its gentleness like water permeated the entire earth again. My surroundings were illuminated by the moonlight, and the world was completely enveloped in a holy atmosphere. My feelings are blurred, and my soul is sublimated in this holiness. Chapter 5: The moon at night

I like the moon at night, she is always so beautiful and bright. She is like a shy girl, shining her soft light on my face intentionally or unintentionally, and when I look up at her, she always shyly hides herself in the clouds.

I fantasize about her walking down. She walked down from the night sky and came to meet me wearing her favorite white dress. I looked at her, hoping she could hear my voice, but she was still there, as beautiful, as bright, and as tall. But I no longer had the pleasure and intoxication I had before, because I saw three words from her expression - no.

I was angry, angry that she was so rigid and only wanted to hide in the sky, angry that she rejected my request without any reason. I also knew that was impossible, but I was still angry for no reason. I was so angry that I didn't want to look up or look at her cold face every night.

One night while riding in the car, I was in a very bad mood. Looking at the trees outside the car window, each one quickly ran backwards, farther and farther away. The speed was so fast that I didn't even have time to say goodbye. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and a few helpless "rustling" sounds appear so unwilling. How sad I am! Thinking about the tree friends of the past, the warm welcome, dancing arms and singing songs are all gone now. They raced away from me one by one. Although it is the same procession and the same voices now, they are all running away from me and abandoning me.

I helplessly repeated the action I was accustomed to in the past - looking up at her.

I thought she might leave me like a tree. But the moment I raised my head, I saw that she was still beautiful, still bright, still shy and smiling - it was her, she was still there. Maybe I've neglected her for too long, but when I saw her today, her face curved with joy, as curved as a ship in the sky. Maybe that was her effort to meet me.

I think even if everything in this world leaves me, she will still be there waiting for me. Even though we are far apart, I know that I will never lose her again - the moon at night.