Essay on the moon moon 800 with annotations

The moon is both great and sad, but also warm. The Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai once wrote an immortal poem: "Today's people don't know the ancient times and months, but this month once looked like the ancients."

If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. As Li Bai said, both modern and ancient people have a unique affection for the moon.

The sunset receded, the sun faded its brightness, leaving the earth with a sorrow in a dark red, perhaps a fear, that brought the world into darkness. Suddenly, an inexplicable silver white sprinkled on the earth, I looked up, I was not surprised, ah, the moon, it turned out to be the moon! The moon caresses the earth with her pure brilliance, and the earth is more charming and mysterious, and we have less fear and more dreams.

Take a look, think about it, and feel that the moon is great. Why? Because the moon reflects the light of the sun, being a setter, offering light to people when they need it most.

With the light of the night, people especially love the moon, and the moon replaces the street lamp, and the light in the darkness is so precious that people's hearts are brightened. The moon in the night sky not only illuminates the sky, mountains and nature, illuminates the earth, but also illuminates the human heart. The moon, the light of the night of the soul.

The moon is sad again. Her suffering is known only to herself. In the silent night, she was lonely, without any confidant company, nor any bustle of human voices, just the emptiness of water, boundless loneliness.

What else could she do? I had no choice but to sprinkle my faint light on Huanyu, relieve my boredom for myself, and create some feelings of yangyang, which may be her most sincere gratification.

The moon is even warmer. She accompanied the people who walked, accompanied the wanderers who were tired from the journey, and comforted their relatives who were far away. As Li Bai wrote in his poem, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown." , the moon is full of humanistic care, he does not dislike anyone, when you are happy, when sad, when you are at a loss, she is your good friend, and you tell you eloquently.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is the roundest, and at that time, she proudly emits her bright light, and perhaps this night is the most proud time of the moon.

The moon was not always as pleasant, sometimes thin, pitiful, crooked, as if some labor had bent her waist, like a lonely boat, how could it withstand the tsunami waves in the open sky, and like a sickle that was always working, tired enough. Seeing the crescent moon, the poets of the Song Dynasty issued a sigh of "the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows, and this matter is difficult to complete".

The beauty of the moon lies in her beautiful temperament, but also in her secluded and resentful soul. The moon, the home of our souls.

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The moon is a beautiful place, I want to be Chang'e back then (use 350 words to describe the plot of Chang'e running to the moon, first with Hou Yi to shoot the sun "Details Describe Yourself", then with the "Details" by stealing pills, and finally with Wu Gang to accompany the old man "Details"). What a beautiful place the moon is!

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

The moon of the lonely moon on that winter night, sitting quietly in a corner of the sky, the clear light with a hint of loneliness. The sun stingily withdrew its light, and the stars slept behind dark clouds, and did not shine. Are you really afraid of the snow and frost, why can the curtain laid down in the night be so thick, and you can't hear the song of the wind.

The horns of the night sky are scattered, and the vast earth, I see only thy silver streamer. It's not the season when Zhang Ruoxu sings in the river, and there is no poet to raise a glass to invite, that Zhang Dai can't stand this cold, so he only dares to embrace the fire of the clothes and stove, swim in the West Lake, and sigh at the slimness of life, let me think about it, the bright moon in the sky of Thurso, is it snickering at the mayfly's loneliness for a while. I do have such a little unwillingness for it, and I do feel a little unbearable for it.

The bright moon hangs in space, often accompanied by the galaxy, until the sky is wasted and the earth is old, are you really not afraid of loneliness? "The moon is still the same, where are the people who see the moon now? A hundred years ago, how many couples finally married under the moon among the flowers; How many couples are affectionate under the moon among the flowers.

The poets and musicians whose names they still have been called, the moon has lost them forever. Time passed, and its bright eyes watched many people, from the glory to the buried, listening to their voices gradually fade, facing their ever-darkening faces until they completely disappeared before their eyes, and these can only be endured alone, how can it be a hundred years of loneliness. It would be nice if the moon was ruthless, but it loved the amorous people of the world, it transmitted the silent whispers in the eyes of the woman, it listened to the depressed voice of the official, and it always walked in the pages of the world.

Every winter night, I always stare at the lonely moon, is it contemplating? At least I'm pondering. I said that the eternal presence of the moon is loneliness, and I have to face life alone is not lonely.

It's a real frustration. The moon is alone in love with the world, the vicissitudes of life. I am also paying for my life alone, from beginning to end.

For the moon, those lives are short, and isn't it inevitable to lose them? And in me, is it true that hard work will pay off? In that case, why does the moon still love?

Why should I try to seize every opportunity? If it turns out to be gloomy, I'll be back to square one. Does the process make sense?

My face was sad. I stood in front of the window, the moon hanging high in the night sky, clear and bright, and thoughts slowly flowed out. Maybe so......Although the moon is alone, its clear light, its light, can envelop everything and turn the whole world into a part of itself.

I pondered and smiled. Forever, just like that, the moon touches ...... around herNo return ............ no matter the costLove goes down ......It doesn't have to be really lonely. As for me, I can no longer hope for results, to treat all my experiences as treasures, or no one to support me, or to walk the road of life alone, but the life that has left rich memories is not blank, and I am no longer lonely, and ......I am no longer lonelyI couldn't help but smile, it turned out that the lonely moon could not be lonely.