-Inscription The quiet moonlight, like running water, drips in my heart and flows quietly. I don't know how many childhood memories there are ... In my spare time, my mother once told me that one night when I was two years old, I watched the quiet night sky with my mother. I asked my mother with a strong childlike voice: "Mom, mom, what do you think the moon tastes like?" My mother smiled and said to me, "Don't you just try?" "Hmm ... sweet and sour, like orange juice." I sipped my mouth seriously, thought hard and finally told my mother.
Later, my mother said that she really couldn't figure out what the moon tasted like. Mom thinks that maybe adults only know five flavors, sweet and sour pork ribs, abalone flavor ... such a profound problem can only be left to children.
When I was five years old, I was full of fantasies. After reading the report about the launch of Shenzhou VI, I firmly said in front of my parents that I would be an astronaut in the future and go to the moon to taste it myself. I firmly believe that the moon is like a big lollipop. It must be very sweet, otherwise it won't be yellow, I thought naively. When I first went to primary school, I drew a picture carefully in art class, which was also my first painting. The moon in the picture is drawn with pale yellow crayons.
I took the photo and solemnly said to my mother, "When I grow up, I will definitely send you a sweet big moon. Let's eat together! " "Although my voice is childish, it is very powerful. The moon is round and thin.
I am growing up. I am in junior high school, facing the starry sky.
Mother suddenly asked me, what's the taste of the moon? I was suddenly speechless. Suddenly, I found that I would never taste the moon that belonged to my childhood again. Suddenly, I found that my childhood was so fragile, like moonlight, like catkins. When the breeze blew, I didn't know where it went ... The moon, like a milkshake, filled my whole childhood, leaving me with endless aftertaste.
2. Continuation of the Taste of the Moon-Selection of Pupils' Composition [Continuation of the Taste of the Moon-Selection of Pupils' Composition] Continuation of the Taste of the Moon-Selection of Pupils' Composition: Continuation of the Taste of the Moon-Selection of Pupils' Composition Zhao Siyu Xiaoyu Seeing that all the small animals have tasted the taste of the moon, he turned around and looked, hey! There is also a moon here. Why do they climb mountains and pick the moon? The fish thought, forget it. Eat the moon quickly. He opened his mouth and bit the moon. Hey, what happened to the moon? The sequel to "The Taste of the Moon"-Selected Excellent Composition of Primary School Students. He invited many partners, and the fish bit the moon again. At first glance, my friends, how did the moon become unclear? Fish thinks, let's invite Mr. Shrimp, who is the most knowledgeable person in our school. The sequel to the composition "The Taste of the Moon" for primary school students —— Selected excellent compositions for primary school students. Mr. Shrimp came, and the fish and his partner asked, "Mr. Shrimp, we don't understand why we can't see clearly when we bite the moon?" Mr. Shrimp also gently bit the moon. Oh, "I know," cried the fish and his friends. "Come on, come on!" Mr. Shrimp said, "There is a moon in the sky. Don't we live in water? Is our water like a mirror? Will the moon be reflected in the water that day? " "Yes!" Friends answer together. "Yes, do you understand?" "I don't understand another question," said the little fish. "Go ahead," said Mr. Shrimp. "Then why can't I see clearly when I bite the moon?" Mr. Shrimp said, "Are there waves in our water?" "yes." "Is it not clear that the moon shines in flowing water?" "Oh!" Xiaoyu and his friends understand. [Taste of the Moon-Selected Excellent Composition of Primary School Students] Essay: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.
3. The taste of the moon composition 800 words In the dark, the little ant looked at the moon in Huang Chengcheng in the sky and turned into an oil cake for a while; It will turn into round and sweet cookies in a minute.
The little ant looked at it and couldn't help thinking: What's the smell of the moon? Is it strawberry, apple or my favorite chocolate? Thinking of this, the little ant's saliva has flowed all over the floor, and it decides to set off tomorrow night to eat the moon.
The little ant walked for a long time and finally found the moon that was not covered by clouds. It stood on tiptoe and reached for the moon, but it couldn't. It jumped up again, still out of reach.
The little ant looked at the delicious moon in front of him but couldn't reach it, and she was in tears. Elephant 7a686964616fe78988e 69d833133337623364 Uncle heard the crying and ran over and asked, "Little ant, what's wrong with you?" The little ant answered intermittently while crying, "I".
I want to eat the moon, but. But I can't reach it. "
Then he burst into tears. Uncle elephant put the little ant on the tip of his nose to let the little ant pick the moon, but he still couldn't reach it.
The little ant began to cry again. The university uncle saw the little ant crying, but he had nothing to help the little ant, so he began to cry.
Giraffe happened to pass by here and saw everything, so she put the little ant on her head and craned her neck to let the little ant pick the moon. The little ant picked most of the moon, jumped down, gave half to the giraffe and half to the uncle elephant, and began to eat a lot.
The little ant thought, it tastes delicious. This is my favorite chocolate flavor. Thinking about taking another big bite of the moon.
Three small animals are full and ready to have a good sleep. They need to get up for breakfast tomorrow morning-the sun, but it takes them a lot of time.
There is a short article called "The Taste of the Moon". It asks what the moon tastes like. It seems that there is a faint mist floating between heaven and earth, and a bright moon hangs quietly in the sky. The hazy yellow is covered with a layer of white gauze, little lights and sparse starlight. It seems that there are thousands of words, staring at you quietly, just like the eyes of lovers are blurred and deep. This tree guards the earth like a patron saint. You can see its general outline from that gap. Everything is so hazy and unreal in the faint fog, and everything is so natural and romantic. The air is a little wet and cool, comfortable and comfortable. A few basketball stands, a few stone benches, a person waiting, no laughter and frolicking during the day. Only wait quietly. It seems destined to read that infatuation and determination in the baptism of wind and rain and the change of years. What has changed is only those tiny footprints and persistent reminders. The stars blink, laughing at the helplessness of the world or the lingering charm after vicissitudes of life, and suppressing some people's vanity of coveting money or nonexistent in the world. It is impossible to change yourself in every world, but you are constantly depressed in the years and the vast universe. They are also looking for future memories or what they want to tell! Both the moon and the stars are seeking to improve themselves and create themselves in their own world. They are lost and awake in desire and fame, and slowly precipitate in gains and losses. The gaze faded away, and tears covered their eyes. The moon stared quietly, as if everything had already been clear, just comforting these secular people. The moon is still like a mirror, like a plate. The stars are speechless. Looking out, the wet and cold in the air is heavy and lingering. The sound of cars constantly moistens my thoughts, so I can't help but calm down and meditate and taste slowly. It seems that what I tasted was not it, but an idea I couldn't figure out, real and pure. Maybe this is what I put! Suddenly, I found the moon's face changing. Who will you miss when you face the moon? Perhaps it is because of the alternation of seasons, perhaps it is because the autumn wind blew through the village last night. In the morning, I saw rose petals and yellow leaves scattered all over the place, and swept up the fallen flowers and some yellow leaves in the yard, and I suddenly felt sad. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they can't stand the wind and rain, but without flowers, there are only flowers left. Without meeting, there is separation. Every time I am in Qiu Lai, this sadness will land in my textured heart again. I don't often go out for a walk. I can't see beyond this village. I don't talk to my friends often, and my mood is always depressed. There is always an indescribable melancholy that deeply and shallowly knocks on the ripples of my heart lake. I feel uncomfortable and can't fly. What I have repeatedly said is only the beauty in the depths of time that I don't want to be blown away by the wind. When I am helpless, I hope I am an inexperienced child and very tired. I have a father's broad mind to rely on. At that moment, I could only tell my heart to the cold moon and twinkling stars. Although there is only one moon, it will not be lonely, because there are so many people in this world who like to look up at it at night and worship its holiness. It will not be stingy to illuminate lonely people at night. The stars will not be lonely, even on a gentle night, the sky is full of stars. So there are countless pairs of eyes in the dark. So people who don't sleep at night will lean against that window, daydreaming about people who are missing in the distance late at night. In the modern life mode, more and more people are wrapped in an extremely lonely heart under a seemingly solid coat. In fact, loneliness is not a direct primitive impulse in human nature, but an emotion gradually formed in life. I remember a saying: "Loneliness. Because of Excellence. " If it is a summer night when cicadas are singing late at night, you can also find a good reason for your anxious heart. But there are clouds, the autumn wind in Xu Lai, and the clear Mid-Autumn Night in the sky. Why is your heart still carrying a heavy load? Don't hide your feelings, and you don't need to put on a gorgeous coat for yourself in the article. This is a way to vent. Say it, and you can say it. Although saying it doesn't change anything, maybe after saying it, you will be more addicted to a sad feeling, but if you don't say it, no one will understand your heart, and you can't find the melody that vibrates in your heart. You will add a little melancholy to your bosom friend, so why can't you always find someone who understands you? So you will be distressed by it, and then more sadness will follow.
5. The introduction of The Taste of the Moon won the second Japanese Picture Book Award 1996 Picture Book Translation.
Selected as the 22nd "Good Picture Book" of National School Library Association of Japan.
Picture books selected by Japan Library Association; Selected as "300 Books for Children" compiled by Japan Children's Book Research Association/Picture Book Research Department.
Selected in Japan's "Parents and Children Read 300 Picture Books" and so on. The story of night is always full of charm, with the night as the background, uneven canvas and embossed coating, which makes people want to touch it. Strong colors give people psychological support.
Every superposition of animals is not a simple reproduction. Every animal, every change releases its own strength in different directions and angles and supports it together.
The moon is bright at night, and it is playing. The name of the game may be "teasing you"! Until it is tired and has had enough fun. Animals finally tasted the moon and the rewards of their hard work. I'm full and tired.
The final ending is abrupt and humorous, full of childlike interest. A rare good book!
6. Write a composition about the moon
In the moonlight, a boy of five or six years old stood quietly. He spread out his hands and held them flat, leaving a silvery white at his fingertips, lingering ... inscription.
Inadvertently, I looked up at the sky and found that the sun had already passed away. Just after it rained, the sky was covered with a layer of smooth blue-purple silk, which covered the moon. The night sky is very lonely, only one star and the moon are scattered with soft silver light. The stars don't blink, the clouds can't see clearly, the moonlight can't be seen, and the sky is swallowed up by obscurity. ...
I closed the book, turned off the light and looked out of the window-the buildings and trees in the distance were in a daze. The darker the sky, the more purple the edge. My thoughts follow the moonlight and go back to the past. ...
Although I haven't seen you for seven years, I am deeply impressed. I can't be wrong. It must be her-the moonlight in my hometown. She is so bright and soft. In the moonlight, a little boy of about five or six years old was staring at her in a daze for a long time. Under the familiar loquat tree, the moon is dancing, and the little boy is still standing there with his head up. He thinks that he has been thinking about what is on the mysterious moon. Grandma told him that there was a beautiful fairy on the beautiful moon, and she had a jade rabbit. She holds it all day and lives in the moon palace. Outside the Moon Palace, a man kept cutting laurel trees. ...
The little boy's eyes sparkled with strange light, and his eyes kept turning. He is looking for her, but he can't find her, but his grandmother can always see the beautiful Chang 'e, "Where is she?" "Is she not here?" Grandma looked at the round moon and smiled happily. She lowered her head and went on doing things. She put a lot of delicious food on the table. She is busy shuttling back and forth between the yard and the house. She said it was called Yue Bai, and every family wanted to eat it in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Silver moonlight sprinkled on the little boy's face, grandma's back, the yard and the whole world. ...
Suddenly, by the way, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I went out of the room, had dinner, took moon cakes and went out of the balcony. There is still no moonlight, only a few street lamps and some children carrying lanterns. There are white and red highlights, which are not necessarily lively in a rainy community. The moonlight is still hazy, and there is the star in the satin. Gradually, I slowed down my chewing. ...
In the dark night sky, there are many, many stars, all flashing, and the full moon is high, as if it were near the top of the head. The little boy stretched out his little hand, trying to touch the charming moon. Grandpa said that. Grandpa told him that as long as you put on your hat and put the moon under the brim, she will be close to you, and you can touch her with your hand. ...
The little boy can't catch it or touch it, but grandpa can always touch it. ...
How many years ago, the taste of moon cakes could not be said. I only remember that the round cake smelled of grandma, grandpa and moonlight in my hometown. ...
7. What other works about the taste of the moon has the author written? Hello, according to the original content and Baidu Encyclopedia and other website materials, I recommend the following.
Michael gregniec, 1955 was born in Poland, and worked as an illustrator in Europe. 1985 went to the United States.
Chinese name
Michael Gregniec
Foreign name
Michael Gregniec
birthplace
Poland
date of birth
1955
1996 won the Japanese Picture Book Award for "The Taste of the Moon", and now lives in Japan, specializing in picture book creation. He once published Why Are You Sad? Where are you? Many works, such as pickup truck, I'm waiting for you, teddy bear, sunny day, rainbow flowers, dad's scarf, etc.
There are also works published in China, such as Sleeping Snake, 10 Little Monkey, Come on, Nine Kittens.
The above answers are for reference only, I hope I can help you.
8. Kindergarten teachers teach how to tell stories about the taste of the moon. "What is the taste of the moon? I really want to have a drink! " Animals always think so by craning their necks to look at the moon in the sky. A turtle decided to taste the moon. He climbed to the top of the mountain, much closer to the moon, but the tortoise was enough.
I can't. The tortoise called the elephant, "Elephant, come on my back, maybe we can touch it!" " "The moon thought," This is playing a game with me! " "The moon jumped up gently. Elephants can't reach it. It's called giraffe.
The moon jumped up gently. Giraffes can't reach it. It's called kangaroo. The moon jumped up gently. Kangaroos can't reach it. It's called fox. The moon jumped up gently. The fox can't reach it. It's called rabbit. moon
Jump up gently. The rabbit can't reach it. It's called a mouse. The moon looks at the mouse. I thought, "such a small guy can't catch me." This time it didn't move. "hey!" Unexpectedly, the mouse bit for a month.
Bright. The mouse bit each animal, and everyone thought it was the best thing they had ever eaten. A small fish looked at all this and couldn't figure it out: "Why do they have to pick in the sky so hard?"
The moon? There's one next to me! "
9. Kindergarten children's drama script "The Taste of the Moon" Kindergarten children's drama script "The Taste of the Moon" Time: One night in summer Location: Story theme in the forest: Animals are very eager to taste the taste of the moon, so they used their brains and worked together to finally taste the taste of the moon. The forest is full of cheers and happiness.
Key points of pantomime: grasp the characteristics of the role, pay attention to the mood of wanting to taste the moon and the joy after tasting the moon. Layout and preparation: there is a full moon background, 7 stumps and hillside (replaced by steps). Roles: tortoise, kangaroo, fox, rabbit, tiger, elephant, giraffe and moon, 65,438+0 trees, 4 butterflies, 4 flowers and 2 small trees. There are 2 grass ***2 1 person. Script text: Scene 1: First party-I want to taste the moon. Location: The forest is open and surrounded by trees. Scenery: There is a full moon background, 7 stumps, hillsides (replaced by steps) and big trees. Narrator: The beautiful forest is the home of animals.
On summer nights, animals who have been busy all day like to gather on the open lawn. It's cool and lively here. They can dance and play with their good friends. This is their happiest time every day. Look, the small animals have spread their arrogance around the mother tree, tickling and crawling around on the back of the tree.
What a naughty and lovely group of little guys, mother tree: (reaching out) Children, the forest dance has begun. Let's find a partner to dance with! All the animals and flowers are singing: coming, coming (forming a whole formation while looking for partners), the music is playing, and the whole audience is dancing (after the opening dance, the flowers and plants are in their places, the animals lie down and rest, looking up at the sky). Tortoise: Stretch, the grass is soft, and it's comfortable to lie down. Animals (chorus): Well, it's really comfortable! (Light music plays "Little White Boat") Xiaocao (ha ha laugh): Itchy, itchy! Narrator: (lullaby) The grass is as soft as a big bed, and the small animals have entered a sweet dream. (Gollum) Only the little turtle is on the grass, craning its neck, looking up at the sky and watching intently.
Tortoise: Wow, the moonlight is really beautiful today. I wonder what the moon will taste like. I really want to have a taste! (Song above the moon, short dance) Narrator: Little turtle, longing for the taste of the moon very much, decided to climb the hillside and have a taste. Tortoise: I'm going to climb Piapia, I'm going to climb Pia, and I'm going to taste the moon? The music played on the hillside rolled down for the first time, and the animals turned over with a bang. )
Narrator: When the moon saw the tortoise trying to climb up and catch it, it was very interesting! Moon: Everyone is resting. This little guy is really energetic and wants to taste the moon! Ha ha! Turtle: The revolution has not been successful, and comrades still need to work hard (roll down for the second time). Narrator: The tortoise is so noisy that all the sleeping animals are noisy. Animal: (rubbing his eyes in unison) Little turtle, what's wrong with you? Tortoise: Sorry, sorry to wake you up! Animal: Never mind, turtle, what are you doing? Why did you fall? Tortoise: The moon is so beautiful, I want to taste it, even if it's just a sip! Rabbit: The moon (animals look at the moon). What will the moon taste like? Mouse: (Cutely) It really looks like the white flour cake baked by mom. It must taste soft and fragrant (emoticon) Giraffe: The moon? It must be better than leaves. Take a bite and it will melt in an instant.
Rabbit: (happily) If only it were a mint-flavored lollipop. It's pure and refreshing. It's my favorite! Kangaroo: I think the moon is as delicious as the cream on the cake, but my mother says that eating too much cream can easily lead to tooth decay. (Lost back) Fox: I have eaten, too. It must taste like cream. Mmm, (smacking and drooling) It's delicious! Elephant: I hope it is as delicious as bananas! Tortoise: But it's round. Elephant: Sometimes it will bend like a banana (laughter). Tortoise: The moon must be more delicious than these things. If only we could taste it. Mouse: But where is the moon? Where can we get it? Elephant: My nose is very long. Let me try (exciting music) (the elephant tries to stick its nose in the direction of the moon, and other animals look in the direction of the moon) Elephant: Little turtle, it's a good idea, but it's too difficult! (shaking his head) Moon: (covering her mouth and snickering) I'm so tall, how can they catch me? Giraffe: Let me try. My neck is very long, I may succeed (exciting music) Animal: Come on! Giraffe: (Relax) Hey! No, my neck is almost broken, and it's still far away. Animal: It's still far away. Hey, it seems that the moon has never tasted! Kangaroo: It's getting dark. We should go home. Animal: (echoing) Yes, go home, it's too late. Mom will worry about the second scene: the second party-the time to taste the moon: the next night location: the hillside scenery in the forest: there is a full moon in the night background, and there are hillside characters in the distance: the same narration: the animals come to the grass party again the next night (scene: elephants and giraffes are playing football, kangaroos and foxes are jumping) Tortoise: (singing) La La La, the taste of the moon is jingling, La La. (Greeting the elephant) Friends, friends, I have a good idea. Animal: (around) Come on, any good ideas? Tortoise: (pointing to the hillside not far away) Look, the moon is on the top of the mountain. If we climb the hillside, can't we touch it? Rabbit: (clapping happily) Is it true? Little turtle, you really have a way. I want to go with you.
Animals: (responding together) We all want to go. Many hands make light work, and our efforts will succeed. Kangaroo: Little turtle crawls very slowly. I can put it in my bag, which will be faster. Animal: Hehe (laughs) (Singing: Forward, forward, our wish will come true. )
Narrator: The animals came to the hillside and thought they could taste the moon soon. They are really happy! Tortoise: Look, the moon is much closer to us. I'll try. I'm sure I can touch it. Animal: Little turtle, you can do it. Come on, come on. Tortoise: Almost, almost, big.