There is an urgent need for famous writers to write essays on the moon, and famous writers to write

Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond".

Ba Jin's "Moon", Chen Rong's prose "Moon".

Jia Pingwa, "Traces of the Moon".

Zhang Xiaofeng "Moon".

Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond".

Ba Jin's "Moon", Chen Rong's prose "Moon".

Jia Pingwa, "Traces of the Moon".

Jia Pingwa, "Traces of the Moon", Sujiao Edition, 7th grade textbook.

Lotus pond moonlight moon traces.

Is that enough?

The moon is still there, getting thinner and thinner.

The willow tops on the moon are uncomfortable to look at.

The moon is still the same moon, I am still the same me, the mood is not as happy as before, and I am inexplicably full of sadness. In just two months, it is difficult for me and you to meet each other, and it is even more difficult to get along, and there is nothing to talk about.

Embarrassed, looking at each other, cautious with each other, carefully considering the words, for fear that if they were not careful, they would extinguish the firewood that was still sparking. The former unscrupulous, unrestrained, open-mouthed, no traces, no confidence.

We all said that it was nothing, but we all said that the sound of the waves was still the same, but the feeling of the atmosphere was more and more occupied by silence.

In the past two months, the workload is particularly large, the interpersonal relationships are particularly complicated, the things are particularly many, the inextricable entanglement, the thousand thoughts are in it, and the soul is like an out-of-body wandering and trance. Your fiery heat meets my coldness, exuding pain and resentment and irritation. Your romance has met with my merciless coldness, exuding sadness and disappointment and panic.

You guess, you doubt, you even give an overbearing ultimatum. I became more and more helpless, more and more lonely, more and more silent.

You gradually stop waiting, you gradually get used to not waiting anymore. The gap in feelings opens unconsciously.

Beneath my cold cloak lies a deep love, more than ever. I put all the love on you, but my mouth is still weak, and the extra weight is just accumulated and attached to my heart. The look of loneliness is very helpless.

Always believe that you are my most beautiful encounter.

In the vast sea of people, in the rolling red dust, no more than a minute and no less than a second, they stood in front of each other's eyes tacitly, opening up the beautiful relationship.

Facing the sea together, spring flowers are blooming.

Spring is blooming, and Yu Jue is fluttering. Poetic and picturesque, flying like wings.

I admit that before you, as you say, there was a history of love. You say that you are an angel in white who has come to save my soul and heal my wounds. You say that it may be a debt owed in a previous life, and there is no condition to repay it in this life and this life.

I was deeply touched and deeply promised.

My commitment has not changed, it has not wavered, it is just that my body is tired and I don't want to move, and I am tired and don't want to talk.

You don't understand, you say you can't understand.

Maybe someone better suits you, and when I think so, my silence intensifies.

I want to fulfill you, as long as you are happy, I will be happy with your happiness.

You are still holding my hand, even though someone reaches out to you.

Wandering at the crossroads, looking back. The vow to never give up, never break up, pain and discomfort.

The moon is still there, getting thinner and thinner.

The moon is the hometown of Ming, Ji Xianlin's.

Zhang Ailing, Sanmao seems to have written.

Satisfactory answer Positive rating: 14%.

Lie to the moon" 1 (Lu Xun).

Mr. Du Heng2 taught us in "The Torch" 3 of February 14 that the Chinese encounter "the firing of firecrackers in the lunar eclipse is by no means out of superstition", but "out of deception; On the one hand, he deceives himself, but more importantly, he deceives the moon", "so as to perfunctory face, so as not to be unable to get down when he encounters the moon again in the future".

This also shows the untrustworthiness of the people, as Shakespeare's "Caesar" 4 revealed, they not only deceive themselves, but also deceive the moon,—— but do not know if they also deceive others?

Moreover, there is one point that has not been pointed out by Mr. Du Heng: it is stupid. They only thought that they would meet the moon in the future and set off firecrackers in solidarity, but they did not expect to meet the tengu as well.

And I don't know that even if I don't support it now, if I encounter the moon in the future, I can say something random and perfunctory.

I think that if they knew these two things, then their attitude would be "detached", and it would be difficult to see the traces of deception.

1 This article was originally published in the "Weighing Pounds and Dustpans" column of the first volume and the twelfth issue of the semi-monthly Taibai magazine in Shanghai on March 5, 1935.

2 Du Heng (1906-1964), formerly known as Dai Kechong, pen names Su Wen and Du Heng, was born in Hangxian County, Zhejiang. In the thirties, he regarded himself as a "third person" and attacked the left-wing literary and artistic movement, and published publications such as "New Literature and Art" and "Modern Times". He is the author of the short story collection "Homecoming", the long story "Traitor", etc.

3 "Torch", a literary supplement of Shanghai's "Da Wanbao", edited by Cui Wanqiu, a special agent of the Kuomintang Fuxing Society. Du Heng's article published in the journal was entitled "Words Caused by Lunar Eclipse". 4 W Shakespeare (1564-1616) was an English dramatist and poet during the European Renaissance.

Caesar's Biography is one of his early historical dramas about the struggle between Caesar, the military commander of the slave-owning class in ancient Rome, and the senatorial aristocracy in the first century BC. In June 1934, Du Heng published an article entitled "The Masses in the Biography of Shakespeare Caesar" in the inaugural issue of Literary and Art Landscape, in which he slandered the masses as "irrational", "without a clear concept of interests", and "completely controlled and manipulated by a few demagogues" in the name of talking about Shakespeare's opera.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are. ”

Tears are hard to settle, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is clear. A few are scattered, and a few are vain. Now that the sun is rising, the wind is getting colder, it is difficult to predict the bright moon night, who leans on the slanting alone, and secretly endows the zither.

Guess the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival: the lights are on, and the neon is colorful; Full of friends, relatives and friends toast; Invite the bright moon and sing joy together. The moon is reunited in the sky, and so is the world.

However, no matter how fully the moon is transformed, its color is still faintly cold, dark and yellow. In the warm pavilion, there must be thousands of lights gathering the expectations of the elderly, the blessings of the youth, and the laughter of the children; And in the night, it must be a bleak wind and a light moon accompanied by the students' night reading, the sorrow of the wanderers, and the sorrow on the isolated island.

Although the moon is full, its color is cold, and the night is less bright. Who is Qinghui?

The moon is cold, and the light is bright.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, teenagers dream of laughter, and students dream of college. Outside the house, friends and relatives sang and laughed, we could only write the unfinished homework carefully in the hut and at the desk, and then we would neatly sort out the lessons we had learned and seriously review tomorrow's subjects. For our efforts for more than ten years, for our lifelong faith, we sit under the lamp, not afraid of hardship, willing to be lonely, quietly, under the moonlight and clear light, in the noise of the world, immersed in their own boating sea!

In this Mid-Autumn Festival night, we are accompanied by Qinghui, and in the flawless Qinghui, we secretly weave a lifelong dream.

Qinghui flows, flows in front of the students' books for the palm lamp, precipitates for the students, and precipitates the hope of the rising sun in the future!

The moon is full of light and bright.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends dreamed of reunion, and wanderers dreamed of going home. No matter how many families gather together in the building, the wanderers can only secretly feel sad in their own lonely place, work hard to stick to their posts, conscientiously struggle for their life's work, and recall the mountains and rivers of their hometown with sadness. For the happiness of their own families and the laughter of others' reunions, the wanderers can only stay in a foreign country, work tirelessly, be willing to be lonely, silently, work under the moonlight, and stick to their own aspirations in addition to the warm reunion of others!

Career rises and falls, in this Mid-Autumn Festival night, the wanderers are friends with Qinghui, and under the clear light of Lang Lang, they secretly cling to the belief of Sun blind all his life.

Qi Qinghui is sprinkled all over the country, sprinkled all over the north and south of the river, sprinkled in the hearts of the wanderers, precipitated for the wanderers, and precipitated his brilliant brilliance!

The moon is scorching, and the clear light is singing.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chinese mainland and Taiwan jointly dreamed of returning to reunification. No matter how many hostile forces are pressing, no matter how many demagogic remarks are spreading, China, standing in the middle of the sea and on the top of the mountains, will remain unchanged for eternity, that majestic soul! Thousands of years of historical accumulation, thousands of years of cultural extension, thousands of years of heroic soul blood and tears condensation, condensed in the deep moonlit night, condensed in the shallow bay, condensed in the world of China, compose the same and eternal poems for the next ten thousand years!

The autumn moon is round, and the thoughts on Taiwan Island are involved, what kind of strength will the heavy sense of reunion and lovesickness inspire? This alone has a thousand-year-old accumulation.

When night fell, a bright moon rose from the east, and I was alone by the window admiring the "shy little girl" - the moon.

How beautiful! I couldn't help but blurt out admiration. The moon kept rising, passing through a few thin clouds, and hung high in the sky, as if beckoning to us.

Sometimes she looks like a shy girl. Looking at it, why is the moon gone? Yes! She had gone to hide behind Yun'er. After a while, she poked her head out and saw no one on the ground, so she strode out and poured the moonlight on the earth.

The round moon seems to be teasing me, I walk and it goes, and I stop and it stops, it's interesting. The moon also shone brightly with a few white clouds next to it.

At this time, I couldn't help but think of the story ...... "Chang'e Running to the Moon".

The moon was so bright that a small black dot was clearly visible inside. I thought: it should be the legendary Chang'e and Jade Rabbit.

I wonder how they are doing in the Moon Palace? If I have the chance, I will definitely take a spaceship to the moon to see them, and I will also hug the cute Jade Rabbit.

I love the moon tonight, and I love the moon before, present, and future.