An article about the moon

When the first fresh and soft wind blew open my closed door, I felt a little quiet beauty. The sun ran into the room unscrupulously and forced it into my eyes, and my depressed mood seemed to be dispelled at once. Facing the sunshine from the outside, I went out into the embrace of nature and enjoyed the harmony, beauty and harmony of this month.

Not long ago, a heavy snow disappeared early, and the river outside the village rippled in a burst of breeze, as if dancing and singing for the arrival of spring. The yellow-green branches and buds on the golden willow branches on the shore are also facing the spring breeze, quietly releasing the strength accumulated throughout the winter. I stood under an old and thick willow tree, quietly looking at the wheat fields in the field, and a happy charm overflowed my heart. Everything has been confirmed in my eyes: the Spring Breeze has once again set foot on the footsteps of the remnant winter, and it has come indefinitely; Spring continues year after year, full of hopeful information, full of praise for the joy of harvest, and full of panacea for the recovery of all things. I saw my figure and smiling face under the reflection of the river, as well as the looming farmers' hurried back in the farmland. I close my eyes, relax in a person's world and breathe out the sweetness of spring.

On the bare path that people stepped on in the field, the grass on both sides also showed a slight cyan color, showing its unique characteristics in the boundless nature, as if to prove its posture, and as if it were just dotted with ordinary paths. In the distance, the child cries occasionally in the wind, still as naive as before. For me, this is not really crying. The tears on the delicate face are a kind of uncut beauty, which can only be revealed in the sight of spring, but they are by no means flashy. A few noisy sparrows were inadvertently started by my footsteps and flew from the wheat field to the sky, looking so light and lovely in the sun and full of silence. At this time, the swallow carrying spring may be on its way back to the north. I think the scenery is so beautiful.

The village is quietly located there, and the sound of firecrackers and fireworks during the Chinese New Year scares her from speaking loudly. My village obviously shows some pride and excitement in her dignified beauty at the moment, just like the shy country love I saw when I was a child. I can't remember how many years ago. To be exact, when I was very young, the New Year in the village was much more lively than it is now. Every household's dim "foreign oil lamp" is trying to shine. At that time, we would run away from home and play games in the big studio with bright moonlight, while Mei and Jin Cheng would quietly hide in a deserted place. As for why, we didn't know at the time, except that they were big children and had a good relationship. I didn't know until I grew up that their behavior was called dating and their relationship was called love. However, when the water was delivered once, May slipped into the river, and when it was salvaged, there was no breath. I was sad to see Jin Cheng standing not far away secretly crying. Later, he was admitted to the university and left our village, and a love that moved me disappeared. I know that Jin Cheng left to stop thinking about someone he loved, but he never thought that many years later, someone would remember their simple country love.

I have been walking quietly along the path extending from the village to the distance. The village is drifting away behind me, and I don't think about how far I will go. I know that no matter how far I go, home is where I start and I will return home eventually.

I think of my childhood friends. Some of them continue to study in college like me, some are married and have children, and some are still struggling in the countercurrent of society, trying to win a world of their own, but we have all gone, in each other's hearts and in different lives. Empty shells and memories also disappear with the passage of time, and tenderness is gone. Accidental encounter, a few deliberate pleasantries, seem awkward and strange, and never return to the purity of the past. In fact, we have not changed anything, but life has changed us, so that we can never find the previous tacit understanding.

Later, I walked aimlessly and unconsciously came to Dingjiaqiao. The water flowing through the village slowly flows south, gently and silently slides over the swaying algae, and also overflows my dream many years ago. When I was a child, I always wanted to walk along a small river and go to a place with a big river. I thought there might be all the beauty and differences there, and the river in my hometown was a source for me to leave. I will never forget it. Forgetting means betrayal. I see.

But now, when I crouch in the window and watch the Yellow River pass by, I suddenly have an indescribable complex feeling. Yes, in fact, the Yellow River is also a very long river, which is as sacred and great in my heart, but I always feel that there is something missing compared with that vague dream.

The wind in the distance is frozen in the distance, and I am frozen in the gaze of spring, letting my thoughts fly lightly. I stood on the bridge, feeling the speed of time, just like the speed of a car crossing the Yellow River northward. In such a free space, all the still lives in front of us hold their breath and quietly listen to the breath brought by the spring breeze.

I know that I was also a scene in that spring. I stood on the bridge outside the village in January and looked at the unchanging village scene. Between prosperity and tranquility, between the city and the countryside, looming.

I looked at the flowing river and smiled my youth.

Spring, let me have a dream.

The clear sky in the distance is shrouded in a cool night.

Stars are dotted on black velvet to make fireworks.

The silver light overflowed the jade plate, so the world was full of light.

Leng Yue has no intention of watching the ups and downs of the world of mortals, the clouds are half-hidden, and the night breeze blows gently; In the cold moonlight, slim women gradually approached from the cold moonlight, as if from eternal ancient times to the present …

Listen, Hu Zan's voice is full of blood and tears, and the desert sand is sighing. "It's meaningful to gather your eyebrows and caress the moon and cross your hands." Looking at Beijing from afar, there are her boudoir, her poems and her dresses ... Fragments of memory are floating on the moonlight river. In the touching Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia, the homeland and the youngest son finally fell into a dilemma, and the moon that night was a sad choice.

Handwriting gallery, the courtyard is silent, only she lingers, "the dew is cold, the moon is empty." There is a girl's first and deepest love in eternal love. In the whispers of autumn insects, she is not Zhao Rong. She is far from power and desire. She is just Wan'er, a simple girl who has been away from home for a long time. The moon that night was gentle and melancholy.

The golden plate tapped, the song and dance began, and there was a weak boneless wrist in the roaring colorful sleeve. Some people say that being single is like a flower, and the cloud is the center. However, there is a woman who "flowers are not enough to imitate her color and her heart is beyond her capacity", dancing in the moonlight, just like a fallen fairy, crossing the Millennium just to pursue a Bodhi marriage. "Every night, the moon shines on the bottom of the flower tree, and Chi Pan has a song." The moon was warm and happy that night.

A song "Phoenix Begging for Phoenix" was sung to a full house, and it was even more drunk after the curtain. She knew that this song was sung for her alone, and this ordinary snowy night was destined to be different because of this earth-shattering encounter. So she ran away and ran to a love that was sung through the ages. That night, the moon, like a snickering mouth, could not help overflowing with honey.

And the woman who was photographed by Qing Yue. As a teenager, she was romantic, and the moon moved back. In middle age, she was lonely, as if she had been immersed in the moonlight all her life. However, the milky way flows, thinking of my own happiness, I am almost condensed into a statue by moonlight. There should be no moon that night, because it was stolen by fleeting time; If there is a moon, the moon that night is full of waiting.

Those women under the moon are charming, gentle and shy. They miss, feel sad and sad. They put loneliness in exquisite clothes, turn sadness into hair dancing with the wind, and condense tears into stars in their eyes. The moon condensed Guanghua into their temperament, and they laughed and cried, gentle and shallow, like the bright moon shining among flowers and deep pools.

When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

With Chang 'e gone, what's the difference between heaven and earth?

Write an article about the moon.

Huang Shiting, the land associated with the moon.

I don't know when, cicadas gradually quieted down; I do not know when, patches of green leaves quietly wither; I don't know when the cool breeze will visit us gently. Unconsciously, summer came with enthusiasm, the heat ended perfectly, and autumn led a cool and pleasant grand appearance-autumn came, and the moon broke into your heart and mine more actively, the same moon, different seasons, attracted people's missing hearts.

A bright moon hangs high under the canvas of the starry sky. Its light is not as strong as the sun, but it is more feminine among innocent girls and less bold and rough in enthusiasm.

The ancients always looked up at the gentle moon, buried themselves in writing immortal poems, looked back and missed their lovers, looked at the moon and thought of a distant, far-off Zhang Jiuling. Because of the moonlight, she remembered her beauty: "The moon is now at sea, and at this time, it brings a separated heart, and the night is long and considerate"; Su Shi's music is the beginning of the song, because the moon "asks heaven for wine: people have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs, and it is difficult to be complete in ancient times"; Ouyang Xiu and Yu Louchun: "Life is infatuated, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic feelings." They describe the implicit love and hate of China people as infatuated, and even the Chinese people's fascination with moonlight, its romance and fantasy about the moon exude a frightening aura, as if they were in their own world, lost in the long-term love feelings of literati, and quite faint in emptiness.

At all times, people have different views on the beauty of the moon. Orientals write beautiful and moving words with words, while westerners have a breathtaking interest in the beautiful colors of the moon and draw immortal paintings. Van Gogh's most imaginative work, Starry Night, sets off the rhythmic stars and the moon in a hazy night cage according to the dark color of the earth, spinning and staring like a whirlpool, and a crescent moon "blooms" in the dark.

The moon in the deep courtyard is very quiet, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of reunion people. The veiled moon has created many fairy tales that you can never get tired of listening to. Elegant and free from vulgarity, the bright moon has made many exciting poems in Tang and Song Dynasties. The sentimental moon satisfies the romantic atmosphere of many young girls. May I shine like the stars and the moon every night.

Poetic moon

-Talk about the moon culture in China.

Speaker: Xu

First, introduction.

Today people can't see the ancient moon, but this month they went to see the ancients.

If the ancients were running water today, they would look at the bright moon.

-Li Bai's Drinking for the Moon

Since ancient times, human beings have an eternal friend, that is, the moon, which gives light to people in the dark and warmth to people with bleak lives; Give courage to lonely people; Caring for the frustrated. Because of this, it aroused people's endless imagination and grew into a rich and charming an american in china culture.

Second, the symbolic meaning of the moon.

In China culture, the moon was not an ordinary star from the beginning. It floats with the mythical world, carrying profound primitive cultural information and condensing the profound life feelings and aesthetic feelings of our ancient nation.

1, the most basic symbolic meaning of the moon in China culture is mother and female.

"One yin and one yang is the Tao". The concept of Yin and Yang is the starting point of China's ancient philosophy and our ancestors' initial understanding and explanation of the world. The Book of Rites says: "Daming was born in the east, and the bright moon was born in the west. This distinction between yin and yang means the position of husband and wife. " Daming is the sun, representing men, which means masculinity, strength and firmness; The moon represents women, tenderness, femininity, warmth, elegance and lingering. Therefore, three-year-old children know that it is never wrong to call the sun "grandfather" and the moon "mother-in-law".

Students know which is the most famous founding god in western culture! It's God. Do you know whether God is a man or a woman? God is neither a man nor a woman, but a man and a woman. God has no gender (which may be the reason why there are so many homosexuals in the west). God first created men, and women were just Eve made of ribs that God took from Adam to solve his loneliness. Who is the ancestor of our Chinese (Han) nation? Fuxi. They are a couple with strict gender distinction. Unlike God, men are not men, women are not women, and transvestites are not transvestites. Among them, Nu Wa is a goddess, and Fuxi is a human being and a snake. The symbol that Nu Wa holds is the moon, so Nu Wa is the moon god, and Fuxi holds it in her hand.

The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon is the most famous fairy tale about the moon. Which one is it? It is said that the sharpshooter Hou Yi got an elixir and one day told his wife Chang 'e not to touch it when she went out. Chang 'e was full of curiosity. She ate it secretly while Hou Yi was away. As a result, she flew to the moon and lived in Guanghan Palace. Although Chang 'e is immortal, she is always lonely and miserable. Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in her poems.

There are many myths about the moon. For example, Zhang, one of them, rode backwards on a donkey and was caught in the middle of the laurel tree. WU GANG was punished for cutting laurel trees every day, but every axe was cut as soon as it was pulled out, and the gap closed, so he cut again and again, endlessly. The story of WU GANG chopping laurel is strikingly similar to the story of Sisyphus pushing a stone up a mountain in western mythology.

In ancient China mythology, it was said that there was a "three-legged blackbird" under the sun. Some people proudly claim that the sun in China has sunspots, which are thousands of years earlier than western scientists. Think about it, students. Does the legendary moon have animals? There are toads and jade rabbits on the moon.

Toad-frog-frog-frog-human frog is homologous.

The pregnancy and childbirth cycle of rabbits-the profit and loss cycle of the moon-the physiological law of women.

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"When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine ... "Whenever I think of this poem" Mink Head "in my ear, I always feel that this poem, this word and this song can arouse people's reverie about the moon.

Today is August 15, which is a traditional festival in China-Mid-Autumn Festival. Tonight, let's enjoy the fifteenth moon together!

Tonight, a cool breeze blows gently. The moon appeared! A bright moon is embedded in this smooth and soft black cloth. Surprisingly bright. Like pearls, like tracts, like mirrors. I have never seen such a moon: affectionate and beautiful ... as if I were the Jade Rabbit who was tinkering with medicine in the Moon Palace, the beautiful Chang 'e who lived in the Guanghan Palace. I daydreamed too much about the moon. ...

Just when I was about to communicate with the moon, I found the moon smiling and hiding in the clouds. Maybe the moon is cold!

After a while, the moon came out of the clouds again. At this time, a thin cloud passed by a month ago, and the moonlight suddenly became hazy, giving people an invisible beauty.

Moonlight is like water, and I learned a lot from the beautiful scenery in August.

Osmanthus fragrans blooms in the moonlight in August, which has a unique style.

A beautiful force suddenly bloomed in the middle of the month, and there was a beautiful smell everywhere. The moon, standing softly in the sky, looks at everything in the world, as if it has a natural, light and elegant feeling, infecting everything in the world.

The moonlight still falls on the land full of hope.

Month, deducing aestheticism in classicism. These. All bloom in a beautiful moment!

The first month of the lunar year

The curtain of the new year has just been opened, and on the first day of the first month, he poked his head out and appeared in front of people happily.

The first month is loud. When he was born, the first sound was firecrackers from every household to welcome the New Year. It resounded all over the country and reached Mount Everest until it resounded through the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival, as well as the days and nights belonging to the first month. The first month is always noisy, whether in the vast Yuan Ye, or in the bustling city, whether in the bright sunshine or in the bright moonlight, you can hear his hearty laughter and loud singing. Fierce and straightforward men and fiery and enthusiastic women also joined the fun of the first month. In the name of New Year's greetings, they walked around in small groups, talking and laughing, fighting, pushing cups for a change, drinking heartily and guessing boxing orders. The loudest sound in the first month is the jubilant sound of gongs and drums. From the dancing performance of the golden dragon to the stunt of the lion rolling hydrangea, from the stage of rural drama to the lanterns of the Lantern Festival, the first month always makes joy boil in the sound of gongs and drums.

The first month is warm-hearted Although the snow on the top of the mountain is not exhausted, Yuan Ye has been bathed in warmer and warmer sunshine, which is actually the temperature in the first month; Although the river is frozen, there is already a turbulent undercurrent of spring tide in the river bed, which is actually the enthusiasm of the first month; Although the flowers have not yet opened, the branches have shown a fresh new green, which is actually the vitality of the first month. The first month was born in the cold winter. He abandoned decadence and desolation, full of vitality and passion, and ran briskly to colorful spring and mighty future.

January is a new starting point. "A year's plan lies in spring". The first month is the eldest of the three brothers and sisters in spring and the first stop of 365 days and nights. Therefore, experienced old farmers value the first month. They communicate the arrangement of crops in the endless smoke, depicting the beauty of harvest, narrowed eyes and intoxicated expressions, as if they heard the sneezing of crops at jointing stage and smelled the fragrant rice and flowers all over the mountains. The discerning bosses never let go of the first month. They caught unlimited business opportunities in the spring breeze. Considering the good start of production and operation, the busy figure and the roar of machines, they are aiming to explore Jinshan Yinshan, which indicates the prosperity of that year. A responsible teacher is not lazy in the first month. They opened brand-new textbooks early and carefully designed fascinating teaching plans. Bright lights and neat handwriting are a meaningful poem and a beautiful painting. No one wants to ignore the beautiful first month, no one wants to waste every inch of spring scenery, and no one wants to lose at the starting line of the year.

Nowadays, the world is full of Spring Festival, and the first month is happily standing on the land of China with a brand-new look. Might as well take a closer look and hug tightly, maybe you can make new discoveries and new understandings!

Mid-Autumn Festival meets total lunar eclipse.

I have been here for more than ten days, just in time for the annual Mid-Autumn Festival.

The stream flowing down from the deep stream of West Tianmu Mountain is already very cold. The mountain torrents left their footprints in the running, and the deep pools were full of water, like a broad and thin horse, flowing across the vast desert. When shallow water bypassed the stone crevice, the sound of combining rigidity with softness spread all over the barren ditch. In the corner of clear water, the green hills are like ink paintings dipped in ink, penetrating the back of the paper, and countless cloud petals are like green, fat, red and thin fallen flowers in late spring.

Silently staring at the open and deep sky, there is a mystery behind the nebula, an unpredictable universe is hidden behind the clouds, and the horizon of the horizon is an ignorant horizon.

Suddenly, the scales shine at the moment, and the water film that flows through the pebbles, such as glistening silver, is generously scattered to the world, and the broken moon that falls between the rocks has completely melted. A face exposed in a dark pool looks like a big sesame seed cake. An erratic cloud, bypassing the side of the moon, also disappeared in a hurry. At the moment, where have they all gone? Mid-Autumn Festival every year; ..... See like a dream-send her as a guest. ...

Since ancient times, the moon has been known as Chanjuan, and poets and businessmen are like stars holding the moon. This is obviously unfair to the sun, which is known as the "poison day". Behind it, there is a kind of human nature yearning for darkness. -She became a cover and an excuse to refuse the truth. In order to sell her spear, she will not hesitate to belittle her shield. In the process of continuous evolution, man and nature will inevitably have conflicts, regrets and hatred, leaving behind ambiguous beauty.

I am sitting on a desolate cliff. There is a bright moon in the sky, a full moon in the sky and a full moon in the water. In order to see the beautiful mountains, I lowered my head. The mountains in the water are winding, the blue lake is like a mirror, and the mountains are picturesque for a while. Bamboo pheasants grow very long. Jathyapple painted the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the spring water in the mountains whispered; Only then did I know why the ancients walked by candlelight at night and woke up.

A huge black ball slowly swallowed a corner of the moon, and unprecedented darkness once again enveloped the whole world. The whole world has been put into a terrible sack. Is the end of the world coming? The perched birds whimpered, and Shan Gui whined, as if there was an ominous premonition. At two o'clock in the morning, the moon was completely swallowed. If I remember correctly, it should be September 1997, Mid-Autumn Festival night.

I can't remember when I enjoyed the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Not without time; Just not in the mood; Once you have both, there will be no good weather. Su Shi said: "This matter is ancient and difficult." August and a half in the south is the season of autumn wind and autumn rain. Occasionally wake up by the moon in the middle of the night, rub your eyes and enjoy the day. One is providence, and the other is really good luck. If you fail to do so, just cover the moon on the back of the earth. Su Shi added: "I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away."

I don't know how long I've been sitting in front of the window, but I know that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I don't have time to think about it, but I'm still thinking about this exam. When the teacher read the score, my heart beat so hard that the more I was afraid, the more inevitable it was. I dare not face up to the teacher's bloodshot eyes, dare not look at the pathetic score, can't believe that this is my hard work for many days, but I have to believe that the poor score is right in front of my eyes and I failed.

The moonlight is bleak, like running water, pouring quietly on the table, making my face pale. I think of my parents, and I may still be working hard at this time; I think of my parents who get up early and work in the dark, so thin; I think of my parents' faces tanned by the sun, wrinkles carved on their foreheads by ruthless years, and chapped hands; Every time before leaving, I think of my parents' words of concern and my legs of expectation; Thinking of everyone who cares about her. Now ... I am ashamed of their concern.

Outside the window, the moon has risen so high; In the window, it's the same. Painful memories make me feel too tired. I looked up and tried to stretch my brain. Suddenly, a tall and straight image came into my eyes. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the poplar tree outside the window, the poplar tree that survived many snowstorms. It is taller and straighter than before. I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison and General Wellington ... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I had a cold war, and my mind was much clearer: no, I must not shrink back, I want to take back the first place that once belonged to me. Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, and everything in the past can only be wiped out. I want to start over, face failure with a new attitude and meet the next challenge.

Tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my whole body. I turned on the light and the dormitory was much warmer. I looked at the test paper soaked with tears, dried my tears, picked up a pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for failure ... I want this failure to be my motivation.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured thousands of miles. I don't know when the stars came out. I blinked my naughty eyes and showed a bright smile on my face.

Autumn is a poem, a painting, a song and a beautiful dream. Autumn is beautiful, and beauty lies in the clarity.

Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful. When the whirling yellow leaves leave the track of seasonal changes, Qiu Lin shows her beauty and straightness more and more, which is a kind of free and easy and detached without any modification.

The most fascinating thing is that the setting sun is reflected in Lin Qiu, and the horizon is intoxicating red, reflecting the gathering twilight. The cool evening breeze, accompanied by dusk, is an unspeakable sadness!

Autumn is gentle, because she is mother. She conceived and matured every seed; She raised every green leaf!

Shui Yue, gentle and clear as a mother's eyes, is the most affectionate. Streams rush out from the cracks in the stones, beating lively notes and flowing with autumn figures and charm.

Autumn is sentimental because she has so many children. Seeds sown in spring are harvested in autumn! The bright autumn moon is more affectionate, and the bright moon casts a beautiful afterglow, covering the earth with a veil, revealing warm, quiet and dreamlike beauty.

Bathed in this silvery white Yue Hui, it makes you crazy! If you let her touch your body and mind, she will penetrate into every inch of your heart and make you vivid and romantic unconsciously.

Autumn is colorful, with yellow leaves, green trees, red flowers, and the wilderness, as well as the long smoke, the shepherd boy at dusk, the flute at dusk, the fragrance in the dissolved moonlight, and the beautiful back in the fragrance. ...

Autumn is implicit. After experiencing the prosperity of spring and the enthusiasm of summer, she no longer pursues glitz and praise, but quietly and quietly blends into a faint Qiu Guang.

All these things are no less than poems, paintings, songs and dreams, which haunt your mind and affect your long thinking.

Therefore, the world loves this indifferent and calm autumn color and this gentle and affectionate autumn rhyme!

May life remain the same. There are not too many brilliant spring flowers, not too many noisy impetuous, only a quiet and pure autumn scenery, only a mature and deep life, only a Qiu Meng as serious and sincere as a red maple.

Autumn is a poem, a painting, a song and a beautiful dream. Autumn is beautiful, and beauty lies in the clarity.

Autumn is gentle, because she is mother. She conceived and matured every seed; She raised every green leaf!

Autumn is sentimental because she has so many children. Seeds sown in spring are harvested in autumn! The bright autumn moon is more affectionate, and the bright moon casts a beautiful afterglow, covering the earth with a veil, revealing warm, quiet and dreamlike beauty.

Autumn is colorful, with yellow leaves, green trees, red flowers, and the wilderness, as well as the long smoke, the shepherd boy at dusk, the flute at dusk, the fragrance in the dissolved moonlight, and the beautiful back in the fragrance. ...

Autumn is implicit. After experiencing the prosperity of spring and the enthusiasm of summer, she no longer pursues glitz and praise, but quietly and quietly blends into a faint Qiu Guang.