A composition on the theme of the moon

Once upon a time, the moon and the planets lived together, and the stars pinned all their feelings on the moon. They are so happy that other celestial bodies in the sky envy them, and the stars feel that happiness is particularly sweet.

However, the taste of happiness is always so short. Interstellar space is changing all the time, just like the interpersonal relationship on earth, it is erratic. There are too many celestial bodies in the night sky, and there is no shortage of beautiful, gentle, intelligent, virtuous and young. It's nobody's fault. We can't blame the stars or the moon. Can only blame the night is too long, life is too monotonous, time changes too fast, and people's hearts are always too difficult to satisfy.

The moon doesn't want the stars, so the stars shed tears, but the moon doesn't know, because the moon is not a fish tank or a bird cage of the planet, and he can't feel the tears of the stars.

The tears of the stars are flowing silently, turning into dew all over the mountains in the morning, transparent and flashing. She wants to use these crystal dew to call back the boundless heart of the moon. However, after countless lonely nights and countless nights of expectation and disappointment, the star accepted "don't care about eternity, just want to have it."

The stars are smiling, though they are in tears. She knows that sometimes giving up is also a kind of beauty. If it's not her own, she can't stay. If it's her own, no one can take it away. The beauty of life lies not in yesterday, but in today and tomorrow. The stars fell asleep sweetly. In the dream, a fairy gently told her, "don't be sad, son." One day, there will be a moon that belongs only to you. He will accompany you all your life and never part. " The star smiled, and the tears drifted into space, like talking eyes, confessing the star's childlike heart to the universe.

The star woke up and she found the bright side. Ah, it was the moon that looked at the stars guiltily and her eyes flashed.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in front of 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 score, my heart beat so hard that the more I was afraid, the more inevitable it was. I dare not face up to the teacher's bloodshot eyes, dare not look at 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 my eyes 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 I leave, 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 shrink back, 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, picked up a pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for 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.