Write a composition on the topic "A lamp in the moonlight"

This is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there are many stars on the moon. Outside the window are towering buildings and shuttle cars. However, my heart has dreamily returned to Xishuangbanna with the clear moonlight. In Xishuangbanna's dream, there are green dams, fields with fragrant soil, villages filled with smoke from cooking stoves and Dai girls with skirts on their backs. Picturesque Dai villages, winding mountain roads and melodious cucurbit silk reverberate in my heart.

Under the vast night sky, there is a green phoenix bamboo, and fireflies are flying in the grass. This is the last Mid-Autumn Festival night I spent in Dai township. Bathed in the quiet and indifferent moonlight, I was in a land of beautiful scenery and light singing and dancing. Yujiao, a beautiful Dai girl, did not jump on the moon with her people, but stood quietly beside me and asked me with a sigh, "Don't you miss the Dai?" The hometown of the Dai nationality is so beautiful and the girls of the Dai nationality are so affectionate, but I want to go back to the Huangpu River and my elderly parents who need to take care of them.

Looking at the bright and quiet full moon, listening to the gurgling river and feeling the breeze blowing. I took the gourd silk from Yujiao and blew it slowly. Yu Jiao sang softly in a sheng voice: "The phoenix bamboo in the moonlight, the infatuated Dai girl and the euphemistic cucurbit silk can't keep your heart. Phoenix bamboos in the moonlight, amorous Dai girls, lingering gourd silk, just want to see you again ... "

Gourd is a gift of love for Dai girls, and cucurbit silk is an instrument for Dai men and women to express their feelings. Yujiao, a 20-year-old girl, a small gourd and a gourd silk, was stained with a lot of dust. When I joined the commune task force and lived in her bamboo house, the small gourd and gourd silk stayed on Yujiaozi. Yujiao is slim and beautiful, with simple posture and smooth curve. The small waist held by Ying Ying makes people love and envy!

Songkran Festival is the season of love. No first kiss, no hug, and no "love". However, in people's eyes, we are a well-matched couple. But I dare not accept Yujiao's love. I owe her love again and again in the past ten years. Whenever the moon is high and the dead of night, Yujiao will stand beside the phoenix bamboo grove under the bamboo building and play the cucurbit silk, hoping to make a soft, sweet and euphemistic sheng sound around me. I am grateful to Yujiao for her kindness, and I will never forget her help. However, I feel sorry and sad for her. Yujiao is an understanding girl who understands my heart. Understand my heart.

The moonlight is like water. I seem to see the beautiful image beside the phoenix-tail bamboo, and I seem to hear the faint cucurbit silk echoing in the night sky, and my heart flies to the Dai nationality township with emotional notes.