The moon sent me a round of moons, a walk that year, a special one to write an essay on any one

The beauty is no more, the scenery is the same... Why do you have to be sad at night.

..: That round of the month:

Therefore, on that night, when the moon shone into the ancient mountain forest, I must have been deeply moved.

At that time, I was so young, I always thought that these moments would have come and gone, that I should have enjoyed them, and that my heart was only moved by their amazing beauty. But I never thought that there would be such a night, that I could come to such a high mountain in the early spring season, that there would be such a large area of lush trees, and that there would be such a clear moonlight all night, that it was really a rare encounter in the world, a dream that would never be repeated.

That night, when I stood in front of that winding mountain path, I was just twenty years old, and the moon had just risen over the side of the mountain.

What a month it was!

Before it appeared, the world was dark, the trail was so deep and terrifying that I hardly had the courage to step it. And when the moon rises from behind the mountain, in that instant, all things and things are like the moon, giving me a clear and translucent luster like water, and my heart becomes full, happy, and serene in that instant.

Happiness is sometimes just a very simple feeling. That night, when I walked slowly up the hill along the path overgrown with sheep's tooth plants, perhaps because of the detour of the road, perhaps because of the joy in my heart, I didn't feel that the climb was hard and laborious at all.

Walking to a slightly sparsely wooded clearing, there were just a few large rocks for us to sit down and rest, and when I looked up at the sky, I just thought how those trees had grown so straight and so tall. The moonlight poured down like mercury on such a clear sky, and my whole body was immersed in the moonlight, and I felt that my heart became transparent. Youth is really like wine, it seems to have been drunk by me that night, fragrant and fragrant.

What kind of youth is that!

And not everyone can have such a full moon every night, and not everyone can encounter such a full moon. The beauty and preciousness of youth lies in its innocence and flawlessness, in its encounterability but not in demand, and in its never-return.

And today, when I look back on it abruptly, in addition to surprise and admiration for the arrangement of creation, there is also a deep conviction and gratitude that I could not perceive in my young days.

Walking on the Moon" This short essay "I" and my mother walked a total of four places: walking through the bank of the moon's shining stream; Walk across the stone arch bridge; Walk through the Moonshadow Orchard; Walk through fields of crops and vegetables.

The text can be divided into four parts: the first part (1-3): the time and place of the moon are explained. Part 2 (4-5): Write that "I" and my grandmother walked the moon by the stream. Part 3 (6-7): Write "I" and my grandmother on the ridge.

On the call and the hall of the moon. Part 4 (8-9): Describes how to "walk" the moon.

After reading the article "Walking the Moon", I felt a poetic beauty and strong family affection, accompanied by my own feelings, read the full text again, and walk the moon with my grandma!

The riverbed is covered with thin streams, scented with mountain grasses and wildflowers, and gray-white pebbles. How many cute little pools are there among the pebbles, and each small pond holds a moon! The word "flowing" is used twice, imagining "the fragrance is flowing, the moonlight is flowing".

The word "hug" vividly writes the shape of the small pond and the moonscape reflected in the water, and the sweet, cheerful and happy emotions are like endless flowing water, which seems so harmonious and beautiful.

Hello! After reading the article "Walking the Moon", I felt a poetic beauty and strong family affection, let us accompany ** with our own feelings, read the full text again, and walk the moon with my grandma!

Have a great day!

Walking the moon essay, from which I felt my strong feelings with my grandma.

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