1, bright silver, like a long ribbon woven by optical fiber, is a string of notes embedded in the sky and universe. With the roar of rivers, lakes and seas, it sings an immortal song that blends ancient and modern, from apes to people. It was a great ode written by people of different colors, countries and nationalities with their lives, which echoed in the boundless night sky for a long time.

It's night, and the moonlight is as cool as water. Sitting alone by the window, the dark blue sky is divided into several pieces by the window lattice, and the stars are scattered around the bright first quarter moon. It's beautiful. It's too beautiful to breathe. Around the moon, wisps of clouds are fluttering gently, like Chang 'e's elegant hair and dancing ribbons.

On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, I got up in the morning and felt a little cold. Standing on the platform of my house, I saw the whole city shrouded in white fog. There is a thin layer of white fog on the surface of Gongshui River. Several egrets glided gently through the white fog on the water surface, and sometimes stopped on the shore, waiting for the small fish to swim to the water surface. All kinds of leaves nearby are golden. The pagoda in the distance has become blurred, and only a little trace can be seen.

The bright moonlight decorated the beauty of the earth with white gauze. The roadside lights shine on the earth, and the light and moonlight blend together, which is particularly beautiful. At the same time, my heart is full of loneliness and sadness, feeling the joy of the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon. These two emotions are mixed together, which makes my heart like a river, clear and clear. Two kinds of water are surging, trying to smooth them out, let them converge into one place, and then disappear from each other, so as to restore my inner peace.

5. Accompanied by the bright moon and the cool breeze, and stepping on the ancient rhythm, the pen and ink dance has been hanging in the sky all the way. Standing outside the world of mortals, watching Qian Shan's thousands of waters and so on; Looking at five thousand years from afar, it passes gently in my hair, making my heart sound, leaning against the bar is a thousand knots; Perhaps, where the boat passes, there is no trace of water, but as long as the boat passes, there will always be a rhyme in my heart. "The flying flowers have gone to the east wind, and Dangui can stay late." This sentence, like a distant song blowing a tiny flower, falls from my heart and lingers in my heart. Hard to let go of the plot, are reluctant to escape from the prison in the world of mortals. Sometimes addictive, sometimes lonely, why break out of the cocoon and smile.

6, moonlight, quiet as water, the ground is covered with a layer of silver gauze, and the window sill is plated with a layer of platinum. Magic and beauty coexist in the brain. Through the deep night sky, I seem to see the coldness of the Guanghan Palace take people away, as if I saw the purity of Chang 'e, as if I saw the laurel tree scarred, as if I saw Su Dongpo's affectionate gaze, as if I saw Zhou Youwang beating the saddest melody and the most desperate elegy with tears in the quiet moonlight. ...

7. I was walking in on the boulevard in the park, and the breeze blew from the windows of every household, bringing the fragrance of moon cakes and fruits. The moonlit night in my hometown is so charming.

The beautiful moonlight came to the world from the distant sky, spreading her ancient legend. That is not only a touching story told by the old man under the moon, but also a beautiful poem written by Chang 'e who flew to the moon through space.

9. The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is very round. Staring at the sky, it seems that others are very happy to get together and enjoy the atmosphere of this festival, and I can only regard it as a festival. Quiet night, looking at the bright moonlight, the stars seem to blink at me, as if satirizing my loneliness, and I suddenly feel like crying.

10, the moonlight shines on the water, the boat and me. Black and transparent. A few humble stars blinked hard, trying to be as beautiful as the moon. It happened that at this moment, Uncle Wuyun was jealous and covered the sky. ...

1 1. Looking at the bright moon in the sky is like practicing. Think of Guanghan Fairy in Na Yue, and think of WU GANG which has been in existence for thousands of years. I don't know when a spoony man can touch the beautiful Chang 'e and let the moon win the laurel, and everything will be fine. Turning to a corner of Jing 'an, in the room of poetry and calligraphy, I plucked the strings to raise the moon, pulled out the fragrance of running water, and turned tender feelings into flowers of ancient legends.

12, suddenly looking back, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival again. Fragments of osmanthus blossom silently, leaving a faint fragrance. On the desk calendar, the remaining thin pages symbolize the years. At this time, those poems about the bright moon and acacia are all broken sentences, overlapping line by line, carrying the gibberish of the world of mortals and the silence of the night, quietly coming.

13. In the picturesque moonlight, I saw mountains and rivers, the sea, the graceful figure of Chang 'e, and the kind smiling face of the old man under the moon. The mountains and rivers are winding and undulating, the sea is choppy, Chang 'e is beautiful and moving, and the old man under the moon is kind and simple. I am rippling in the beautiful picture of moonlight, enjoying it.

14, the moon hangs motionless in the air, rounder and softer than any gold coin in the world. However, I don't know when she put on a new orange coat. Maybe it was specially prepared for me. In the middle of the month, Chang 'e was making sweet and delicious moon cakes by herself, but this delicacy can only be shared with me.

15, moonlight is like water-she makes me realize life and feel happy. Whenever night falls, I will see with my own eyes whether there is a moon hanging in the sky and whether I can see the moonlight like water. She is like a mirror, which makes me experience all kinds of images of life, beautiful, sour and bitter. However, it makes me feel more happy in life. Because the moonlight like water flows in my beating heart like a trickle, my troubles seem to disappear in an instant, and my heart is as bright as crystal in an instant.

16, lonely night, a full moon hanging in the sky. I walked by the quiet park lake, and the lake reflected the bright figure of the moon, accompanied by flashing light and shadow, and willow branches jumped happily by the lake. Although it is already late autumn, the cool breeze blows from a distance from time to time, but the crystal clear moonlight still has warm ripples in my heart. ...

On the evening of Mid-Autumn Festival, my family strolled in the campus of Normal University to enjoy the moon. How round the moon is, hanging high in the sky like a jade plate! Unfortunately, it's cloudy. The moon is like a naughty and shy little girl, hiding in the clouds and playing hide-and-seek with us for a while, and then showing her face to meet us. After a while, she walked in the thin clouds again, just like a girl wearing a veil dancing lightly. A breeze blew, and it was a little cold. The wind blows through the Woods, like running water, like waterfalls, like the sound of waves, and like beautiful music, which makes me intoxicated in the hazy and colorful moonlight.

18, when there is loneliness, "Until, raise my cup, I ask the moon", when there is melancholy, "Raise your arms to call the moon", and when there is missing, "Raise yourself to see, I find it is moonlight". Unconsciously, the moon contains too many good names, subtle, soft and free to float. Li Bai called the moon "white jade plate" and Su Shi called it "beautiful". Moonlight seems to freeze all emotions in people's hearts.

19, June, you know, for thousands of years, literati have loved you deeply, and countless feelings are pinned on you. You can't help but arouse people's infinite reverie ... Throughout the ages, you are the masterpiece of countless literati, the sustenance of a wandering soul, and a bosom friend of anxious to return.

20. "When will there be a bright moon? Asking for wine from the sky ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. This matter is ancient and difficult, and I wish people a long time. " Unconsciously, I have been intoxicated in the gentle night, and my consciousness is gradually blurred. The whole body and mind are spreading, as if melting in the vast moonlight. ...