Playground essay in the moonlight 200 words

Writing ideas: establish the center, focus on the selection of materials, determine the key points, arrange the details, pay attention to the selection of materials closely around the central idea of the article, choose authentic and credible, fresh and interesting materials, so that the central idea of the article is clearly and profoundly expressed. The details are as follows:

A bright moon hung in the sky, emitting a blurry light.

The moonlight shone on a mountain. The mountain was covered with green trees, and I took my binoculars and looked over the mountain. The tree was covered with pine cones, and the pine cones were quite large, and he wrapped himself tightly, looking very shy: Don't look at me anymore! ＂

The moonlight shone on a meadow. The grass is full of small wildflowers, they stretch their beautiful dresses, bloom their beautiful smiles, hold concerts on the grass, and dance their own dances.

The moonlight hit the small pond. The little frogs in the pond are jumping on the lotus leaves, making a whoa-wow whoa-wah-wah-wah-wh

Under the pond, the fish are swimming around, playing to their heart's content, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and sometimes hiding under the lotus leaves, as if playing peek-a-boo.

The moonlight shone on the head of an old man, who sat on a chaise longue, blowing the cool west wind, and the moonlight glittered on his bare head, and the old man looked leisurely.

You dead old man, let you go back to the house to help, but here you bask in the moon! An old grandmother said.

In a word, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, it's still early, wait a while. ＂

The moonlight shone on my bookshelf again, on a book, and I slapped it on the moonlight with my hand, but it ran up to my hand and slapped it down with my other hand.

Yes! My hand! I slapped hard, but instead of the moonlight, I slapped my hand.

Moonshine is everywhere.

In the evening, my parents and I went for a walk by a quiet river near our home.

The moon is big and round, hanging in the sky like a **. The moonlight was bright, shining on the trees on both sides of the river, and the leaves shone slightly, like green emeralds.

Yo, the insects in the grass are holding a ** meeting! Lo and behold, lizards play trumpets, cicadas play violins, know how to sing, and blooming roses exude a charming fragrance. I suddenly remembered that a year ago, my mother and I went to the flower show, and every flower was beautiful and charming, and I remember that I also bought a red eternal rose as a souvenir.

Before we knew it, we had reached the farthest point of the creek, which was the end of the creek. There are a few apricot trees planted here, and the apricots are yellow.

As the end of class sounded, students flocked out of the classroom. I walked out of the classroom alone, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and shuttled through the night sky, at this time, I was lonely and ......relaxed

The nights of the school are not as quiet as the streets, and there is a hint of silence mixed with the noise. The entire school building was shrouded in darkness under the night sky. The memory is hazy, and it has been blurred by the pressure of schoolwork.

I just remember that from the time I first entered the school, I liked Oak Rock to look up at the sky. Occasionally, you can see a few of the brightest stars, and the most are with the bright moon as a companion. Wandering alone on the playground, the moon waved a ray of starlight, evoking a dream in my heart.

Once we were the most beautiful fairy tale, we were inseparable, we were once confidants scattered in the moonlight, we have too many memories, how many nights we have walked in the moonlight.

Always remember that on a bright night, the moonlight shines through the clouds and casts light on the earth, draping the house with silver shoulders. Through the curtains, brushing my hairline, shining on the message card. Your handwriting is like musical notes, and the beams don't dance in the moonlight.

You have to study hard".There are no special words, but these words are particularly eye-catching. Nowadays we are "passers-by".

There wasn't much time to meet. Every time it's either a shoulder to shoulder, it's just a few simple words. I never understood what was holding us apart.

Is it the heavy academic load, or the friendship has faded or even disappeared with the passage of time. I fumbled for ......

The call that used to be is over. We are no strangers, and we are going farther and farther in the moonlight......

Vaguely, I could see us waving and smiling, approaching each other, getting closer and closer to ......

Bell bell bell", as the class ** rang, I looked up at the moon again and ran to the ...... classroom

On winter nights, the moonlight is hazy, as if through a layer of mist, scattering the ground cold. The pale moonlight makes people feel desolate, looking at the moonlight that is no longer like water, the tenderness of the mind through the mood spreads like a mist, lingers for a long time, and finally drifts away in an impatient sigh ......

In the hazy night under the moonlight, the past drifts in front of me like smoke, and some people and things in the past are destined to never get out of a fetter, leaving only a little indifference.

In the hazy night under the moonlight, thoughts spread, back to the past, looking back on the past is not all sad, sometimes there is a sweetness lingering in the heart, soft whispering, slowly spreading.

On a hazy night under the moonlight, the crisp keyboard sound echoes in the space, not only pouring out the thoughts of relatives in my heart, but also pouring out the grievances .........and grievances in my heart

In the hazy night under the moonlight, there is not only longing in my heart, but also a kind of impatience and sadness, sometimes a ** will make people cry, because it touches the softest point in your heart.

In the hazy night under the moonlight, the moonlight is scattered, looming, listening to Yanni's piano music --- nightingale, there seems to be a little bit of sparkle in the eyes, blinking gently, a tear gently slid across the cheeks, taste it, there is still a trace of sweetness in the bitterness. At this moment, all the impatience, sadness and longing melted into tears.........

The hazy night under the moonlight is not only easy for people to sway their thoughts, but also to enjoy the loneliness, and relieve the impatience and sadness in their hearts...

Once walked in the moonlight, looking up, the beautiful moonlight is always accompanied by desolation, and even life is always accompanied by sadness.

I often wonder why the moonlight is so soft and bright, and every time I look at the moon, my heart always floods with a kind of tenderness and reverie. Sometimes, when I want to move towards my ideals, I always find that my dreams are getting more and more out of reach. When the heart is overwhelmed by his dreams, he always loves someone and walks in the moonlight, because in the moonlight, he can think about anything, he can not think about anything, all the pressure will disappear, and he can ignore everything, as if he is the only one in the world, and he feels that he is free, or he tells to the moonlight, or he enjoys the beauty of the night alone.

Walking in the moonlight, my heart is quiet, the wind is blowing, there is a hint of cold. The moonlight poured down silently like flowing water, and the darkness was mixed with a trace of light, as if all the scenery was covered with a white veil, thin and hazy. The moonlight casts mysterious shadows, casting a floating light on the surface of the water, like countless silverfish dancing there.

Sitting under the wisteria, the moonlight shines through the wisteria, and the little white light is reflected on the ground, and at the same time, it is mixed with the curved branches and sparse shadows of the wisteria, shallow and faint. The moonlight was gentle, gentle, like a breeze blowing in the ears, like a thin veil of feathers brushing the chest, like a faint morning mist wetting the eyelashes. The moonlight soaked the earth, and the world was completely enveloped in an atmosphere of holiness.

My senses were blurred, and my heart was sublimated in this holiness.

Savoring the moonlight, but feeling a little lonely, does she also feel my sadness? Failing the exam again and again, only Yue can experience it, confide in her, every time she can bring me comfort to my soul, drive away my sadness, and rekindle my hope.

Likes to be alone, walking in the moonlight, without sadness, without ties, only a clear, noble soul.