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In ordinary daily life, many people have had the experience of writing, and they are familiar with writing. Writing is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is the composition of Moonlight Grade Two I collected for you, for reference only, and I hope it will help you.

Moonlight Day 2 composition 1 night eyes blinked innocently: "I'm not careless, I'm a little careless, my eyes don't work well, so I ... didn't notice your whereabouts." Hey, hey, it's not all my fault. I have a reason to drink coffee here. Look, someone invited me. "

Seeing this guy is so confident, Yan is really angry and funny: "Really, you'd better be reasonable, please …" Yan turned to look at the girl and secretly smiled. "Yes, yes, you are invited."

In the evening, I saw Ah Yan laughing very maliciously and wanted to say something, but the girl was still around and couldn't swallow, so I had to stare at Ah Yan ruthlessly. ..

Gray inexplicably looked at the night eye, then at Yan, and then at the girl: "Huh? Someone invited Night Eye. What happened? The elder brother of the smoke, your eyes ... "

O smoke knocked on gray's head and said nothing.

The girl saw that A Yan, Xiao Hui and Ye Yan were familiar with each other. She guessed that they were friends. She smiled and said to Yan, "Hello, my name is Lin. I just met him, so I invited him to have coffee with me."

"Lin precious little cloud? Well, that's a nice name. " O smoke seriously commented.

Gray interjected, "Do you want to call you Lin?"

Lin Yunxi lifted his chin: "No, no, just call me. We are all friends, right? " Ha ha. "

Night Eye nodded and habitually narrowed his bright green eyes: "Cherish the cloud, cherish the cloud, what a lovely name!" " "

Yun Xi smiled proudly: "Of course, this is my father's name. Oh, by the way, you haven't told me your name. Is your name night eye? " Is your last name night? You are Ayan, and you are Gray. Don't you have a last name? "Precious little cloud has a strange face.

"Yes, my name is Murong Yan. I prefer people to call me Yan. " Ah Yan is a fox demon who has been practicing for 800 years. He wants to have a name so soon. When he saw Gray's vacant expression, he immediately added, "His name is ... Yan Hui, but you'd better call him Grey. As for the night eye ... "O smoke smiled and looked at the puzzling night, did not continue.

Moonlight second day composition February Palace, imagine beautiful! But only one person enjoys it, accompanied by an equally lonely rabbit.

Sometimes, when I am sad, I will sit alone in the dark and look up at the sky, as if there were no stars at all, only the brightest moon. I don't think so. Looking back a year ago, when I was in junior high school, I was really stupid. . At that time, I was very happy and happy, because I grew up a lot and I paid for what I got. Even though I always get hurt, I always take it for granted. Until one day, when the lie really becomes unbelievable, I can only bear it silently alone.

The first time I was alone in the moonlight, it was so quiet around me, as if the world had stopped breathing. . I don't think so. I cried. Why is it so ridiculous that I try to adapt to everything and accept everything? When everything was frozen, I foolishly tried to change my surroundings ... impossible.

At that time, the moonlight seemed to shine only on me, a ray of lonely light, a ray of biting light, so cold and icy. Since then, I have changed a lot. I am no longer naive and lively, just like another person. Few people call me "abortion" anymore, but more is a little sad and twisted. "Yue" means happy. But do I still have the purest smile? Perhaps what I know best now is hypocrisy. .

Sometimes, I don't know if it's because Yue is too bad-hearted, or because it's like an infinite TV series. The script is ready, the actors are arranged, and the joys and sorrows cannot be changed.

Why is it that every time I make a wish under the moon with a sincere heart, it is fragmented in the end?

The moonlight shines on you, and that moment is really beautiful.

For the last time.

Alone in the moonlight.

Previously, Abortion firmly believed that troubles were broken by herself and happiness was found by herself. Now, now I know how to accept all the incredible things.

I prefer the dark moonlight.

When I came out of the bathroom, the air suddenly turned cold and blew on my skin, so I couldn't help but close my collar. It seems that there is still the heating in the bathroom and the smell of shampoo in the body, and the whole person feels very refreshing.

Passing through a dark alley, I happened to pass a few pedestrians in a hurry, and there was silence everywhere. At this moment, there seems to be a subtle voice in my ear. I got a fright and hurried home. Just as I came to a corner, an unforgettable picture appeared in front of me: it was an old man. With the help of the faint moonlight, I looked at the old man, who was wearing a dress with almost no color difference, which was completely out of line with this winter season. Seeing this, I was just complaining that I was too cold to speak. Her back swelled sharply, and I think it must be the helplessness of life that bent her back. At this time, she bent over and her feet moved slowly, as if it would take a lot of effort to take a step. A gust of wind blew, and the rickety body was tottering, like a yellow leaf hanging on the treetops, almost withered. What surprised me even more was that in the old man's hand, she was still holding a bag full of waste products, which made her originally thin body look even more worrying. As you can imagine, an old man in his twilight years is struggling to find waste in the trash can on a cold night. What a sad picture this is. I walked quickly past the old man and couldn't bear to see her persistently rummaging through the trash cans one by one.

When I got home, I couldn't forget the old man, who showed hardships and vicissitudes. When we were in the warm air-conditioned room, there were countless people like this old man running for survival; When we live in a good learning environment and study with peace of mind, some people are still worried about not having enough to eat and not wearing warm clothes; When we are worried about teachers' criticism and parents' education, how many people are still wandering at the school gate ... We never cherish what we have now, and the taste of happiness can only be realized when we really lose it. Perhaps no one will remember this ordinary old scavenger, but the moon shining on predecessors and present people witnessed it.

Thinking of this, my heart is clear. I cherish everything I have now, whether it is my classmates, strict teachers or strict parents. Learning is not a burden, but the greatest happiness in the world.

I will always remember this figure in the moonlight.

Moonlight composition 4 night, the moonlight passed through the shade, leaving a sparkling emerald. Miss you, walking on the court, I still vaguely remember what you looked like that summer. Every girl has a big brother in her heart, and you are my big brother.

You always look very likable. Tall and thin, you think you are a cold person from the back, but in fact you are a warm man. When I play ball, you always laugh at my clumsiness, but then you will correct my mistakes. What impressed me most was the two big dimples around your mouth when you smiled. They were sweet and very cute!

You are very good at comforting people. Once I told you about the trouble I had at school, and you listened to me with all your attention. You said you understood me after you understood the whole story. Next moment, change to my "military adviser" to help me analyze the situation and know what I should do next and how to face similar situations in the future.

You know girls well. Even if we don't play ball sometimes on Saturday and Sunday, we will sit in the pavilion together, maybe chat, maybe play ball separately. What surprises me most is that every time I chat with you, you can quickly find the starting point of the problem. It seems that you understand my mind at once and even say what I want to say in unison. This kind of tacit understanding, this kind of intention makes me feel surprised and surprised from time to time!

Although you don't like my parents to provide me with food, clothing, housing and transportation, you don't like classmates to accompany me all day, and you don't like teachers to inculcate me all the time. But you are as indispensable as your parents. You can chat with me like a classmate. You tell me like a teacher that we must be strong on the road of life! Brave! We should be as indomitable as grass!

The faint moonlight is quietly leaking on the earth, and the stadium is quieter than ever. Start in March and wait until April, May and June! In July, I can finally see your familiar and strange figure on the court again! !

Miss you-big brother 16! !

Dad, you can see the past. His big watery eyes blinked and said in a sweet and greasy voice, "Dad, I got a little red flower again!" " "The little girl is mature enough to be innocent now?

Maybe in your opinion, I am still a child. He is a child who never knows how to be tired, dirty and worldly. But, father. Time has wasted too many things, the feelings between you and your mother, my carefree memories, and many stories I don't know or know, but I don't want to forget. Life has its ups and downs, and I have gone from ignorance to silence. Time has not done me much harm, because life has already wrapped me in a sharp thorn, and whoever dares to get close will stab me. Although I was black and blue in the end, I never gave up and never felt sad.

Father, you often say that girls should be strong, but unfortunately I can't. After all, the soft heart is deeply hidden in the hard clam shell, and I have no experience. How can I disguise myself perfectly? Don't hurt yourself? You often say that I am too young and naive, so why should I think about problems that adults don't understand? However, father, I have never been weak, but you and mother have always regarded me as a little flower in the greenhouse, thinking that I can't stand the wind and rain.

My dear father, although my daughter can't stand on the top of the world and watch the flowers bloom and fall, she has a mission, and that is to stay with you and watch the clouds roll and relax. I will help you carry things you can't afford, I will carry you when you can't walk, and I will help you read words you can't understand.

Father, look at your grown-up daughter. She is rogue, rude and manic, but she is tenacious, hardworking, brave and kind. She becomes stronger where you can't see, and wants to support you when you are weak.

Father and daughter have struggled, suffered, lost and despaired. But the past has passed, my daughter is now in the years, and she is calm and crying after losing it.

My daughter grew up and knew that the moonlight was beautiful. My stupid father, you know?

The chrysanthemum bloomed, and the moonlight became her dancing dress, which set off her elegant beauty and made her dance in the moonlight night. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the moonlight smears rouge on her. She makes everything much worse in winter-it is the moonlight that makes them the focus of all flowers, but they proudly show off their so-called "beauty".

But tonight, the moonlight abandoned everything and came to the bamboo forest alone, gently lifting the dance steps, and the bamboo leaves slowly fell and danced for her. At this time, Chrysanthemum was eager to attend a grand party, but she couldn't find her beautiful dance dress. And peach blossom, she is going to a big reception, and everything is ready, but she can't find rouge to set off her beauty. But moonlight doesn't care about anything, just wants to dance wildly alone. She seems to put on crazy red dancing shoes and keep dancing. She doesn't want to stop when she is tired. She doesn't want to be a "sad beauty" but just a "dancing spirit"; She doesn't want to be a neglected foil, just want to be the focus of attention. Moonlight is easy to satisfy. Tonight seems to be a long night, and her satisfaction has risen to the extreme, but she still doesn't want to stop. She has been dancing. She wants everything in Forget Worry to be the protagonist of the bamboo forest party tonight, so she dances hard, and she wants to get applause and affirmation from the audience. The silver robe danced in the falling bamboo leaves, showing her kindness, as if an angel were comforting a child.

Tonight, the moonlight dances alone in the undisturbed bamboo forest, and my sadness is comforted and I feel satisfied. But I'm not satisfied with her. No matter how beautiful and kind she is, she can only be a supporting role. However, the scenery of chrysanthemums and peach blossoms set off by moonlight has been praised by many poets and writers, so I am very dissatisfied with moonlight.

Moonlight, when I feel lonely and helpless, she gives me comfort; When I was asleep, she put me to sleep; When I was in darkness, she gave me light.

The long night finally passed, the sun smiled, and the dance steps of moonlight gradually disappeared in this bamboo forest that brought her comfort. Tomorrow night, she will still be the ornament of chrysanthemum, peach blossom and other scenery. ...

Moonlight Day 2 Composition 7 The courtyard is empty and the leaves are full of steps. The midnight morning star is accompanied by a full moon, and the lonely moonlight shines on the fallen leaves, as if crying and crying.

The lonely moonlight cup, lying flat on the platform, is half a cup of sake, and its fragrance is still not exhausted. Moonlight spilled into the bottom of the cup, making the green ring on the vegetarian table dance with the west wind and the aftermath of the wine surface, looking for it, as if the years were shaking.

The moonlight is bright, from full to short, and from short to full. How many vicissitudes of tears, silently slip through your fingers? Falling into this is a beautiful dream?

On the night of late autumn, Yuchan moaned for the last time in her life, but she woke up this tearful woman. Leaning alone in front of the window, the cold wind hits the small window. I gave my heart to the moon, but the moon didn't know. Drinking beer silently until the moon sets. ...

Whenever I see withered flowers everywhere in the garden, I feel infinite melancholy. From the bleak moonlight in the sky to the heartbroken years of the bright moon, how many lyrics of the breeze have been forgotten and indifferent by the world. Without the moon, who has a lover No one can read the pale moon. Pity, sadness ...

I don't know when the dawn has bitten the lips of the night and revealed the faint morning light. Autumn is coming, the night rain is long, and the flowers are not alone. When the day is bleak and the moon is sad. A flower turns yellow before it blooms. The moon is silent all night and the flowers are endless all night. This moonlit night is like water without a trace. There is an empty bridge surrounded by willows. I seem to see your figure, and there is no argument.

The bright moon falls leisurely. ...

It's hard to stay until dawn, but it's already morning breeze. Wash away the rouge eye marks on my cheeks last night with clear water, leaving half a basin of lonely and bright moonlight, which is gradually submerged by the morning light of hope.

Two people complained about a new word.

Drunk and washed the court, the world pities.

No one cried on the empty bridge.

I'm also empty for holding a baby? A thing of the past ... integral? Only each other ... I only admire Yuanyang, not immortals. Flowers bloom all over the sky. People who don't have points are pathetic. Years, whose head is white? Whose face is drunk in the world of mortals? In my dream, I only wander for you. ...

20xx.6. 15 Look at the moon setting at the west window, and the garden is full of flowers.

Mid-autumn night

A few days of autumn frost and cold, curling clouds and smoke, remembering strangers, who is talking? Sunny and smoky, but only a single sail stands horizontally.

A few months ago, the moon was dark, gray and with silver hair. The moon had no face. I chased the shadow and listened to the wind. I want to take my sword home.

Years old in Dinghai, August 15th.

This is a small ancestral temple built by local people for Xu Heng. I pushed open two bamboo doors and approached Xu Heng.

Xu Heng was from the Yuan Dynasty. One day, he went out to play with his friends. At noon, the sun is shining. They are thirsty. After a few more steps, a fruitful pear tree appeared in front of them. Xu Heng's friends scrambled to pick pears to quench their thirst, but he stood still. His friends handed them pears, and Xu Heng shook his head: "The owner of the pear is not here, so I can't eat this pear!" " The friend advised, "This is an eventful autumn, and the pear tree has no owner." Unexpectedly, Xu Heng said seriously, "This pear has no owner. Don't I have a master? "

I paced up and down in the ancestral temple, thinking about Xu Heng's persistent face, but he never touched the pear after all. Maybe he thinks too much about his integrity, but how can we not give him a reverent look?

Xu Heng sticks to the moral bottom line and embodies noble morality and personality. In contrast, Xu Heng is like a wise man guarding the moon of the soul. Why didn't the moon disappear when the fields were silent and people were asleep? It is because people like Xu Heng don't know how to be tired and keep the moon.

It's no big deal to take a pear. What Xu Heng keeps is really a "small letter", but even so, do we have any reason to "do it because of small evils"? Of course not! Don't forget that "the embankment of a thousand miles, collapsed in the ant nest!" "accumulate feathers and sink a boat." The definition of crisis is: the superposition of small mistakes made inadvertently. Our spiritual building can't stand much erosion, just like snowflakes can't stand the faint warmth of the sun. Without careful care and repair, I don't know when it will collapse into broken walls.

Our generation lives in a materialistic society, and sometimes we have to face the embarrassing situation of lack of faith. I think at these times, we should turn around, look up at Xu Heng's resolute face through time and space, and listen to his hit the floor words.

Without spirit, there is no material strength. In an era of advocating spiritual civilization, we should choose a spiritual paradise, even if this choice is based on giving up some material interests. There is always a time limit in life, but the brilliance of human nature will not be overwhelmed by time.

I have been walking in this temple for a long time. Time to go. When I opened two bamboo doors, a sunset came into view. I took a confident step against the gorgeous sunset. I didn't bring anything, but as a matter of fact, I came home loaded.

As I drifted away, I left the ancestral temple in Xu Heng, which was Xu Heng's home and the spiritual home he built for me.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Li Mo finally hesitated. She dare not. She's really scared. Liu Yue once said that they all like the moonlight at night. They are people abandoned by God, so they have an oath of "glazed moonlight". However, Li Mo doesn't know that moonlight refers to a person, a person she loves.

Li Mo finally went to school. She's looking for Liu Yue. She wanted to know the truth and betrayed her from the beginning.

"Say good never give up? What about the agreed family? Do you know that what I care about most is you! " In the moonlight, Li Mo cried sadly. She doesn't know what she did wrong. Her only family betrayed herself. Is she really an unknown thing? The glass couldn't help blocking her eyes with her hand-the purple pupil was called something unknown. She laughed and left this place with good memories.

She entered the Royal College and kicked the door of the classroom directly. The teacher on the podium was shocked and said to the students under the stage, "She is a freshman in our class. Please introduce yourself! "

"Cold glass desert" said the glass desert in a cold voice, "Where to sit."

"ah? Find one yourself. "

"Princess Limo, sit next to me!" A grass idiot called.

"Sit here with me." Another idiot.

……

Li Mo ignored them and went to the last window seat and sat down.

"Miss Limo, can you take off your sunglasses?"

This voice is really familiar. This is Liu Yue.

"Haha, what if I say no?"

"Luxury car, you should be three years ago. Ouyang Lima. "

"oh? You sound sure, but I'm not! "

"Then can you take off your sunglasses and let me have a look?"

"impossible." Glass desert has been impatient, said coldly.

Liu Yue reached out and took off his desert glass sunglasses. When he saw her purple pupils, he couldn't help but pause. Liu Yue gave her a good beating and said in a cold voice, "Don't touch my things". Liu Yue's eyes were full of tears. He ran to the boy and shouted, "Brother Ghost, he hit me". "What the hell?" Who couldn't help laughing. "So that's it. Liu Yue is too cruel, so don't blame me. " Looking at this beautiful man who made the gods cry, Li Mo felt unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

Today is April Fool's Day and my first festival in Xiaohe.

Tonight, I am idle and bored. I came to the yard alone and looked up. I saw a very vivid picture, the stars and the moon. In fact, for others, this time is already very common. There are stars and the moon almost every night, and there is nothing to see. No, I shouted in my heart. In fact, we never pay attention to them, but just live in our own enjoyment. In fact, we are the most selfish people.

On the other hand, I don't know when I fell in love with the moon and stars Maybe it was the day my brother died!

Somehow, every time I see the stars and the moon, I feel a little comforted. It's like watching my brother.

Blowing the cool wind, enduring the cold, and even more chilling, I can't help looking at the night sky. I didn't realize how beautiful the night sky is until now after a careful look! I don't know how many beautiful things have been ignored by myself! Perhaps, God still has feelings! He gave us day and night. During the day, God gave us a blue sky inlaid with white clouds, which seemed to spread their wings like magical gauze, looming! The red sun hanging in the transparent sky is particularly dazzling and golden! At night, the night sky is like a black screen. God hangs high in the night sky with a bright moon, as if to guide pedestrians and decorate it with twinkling stars, as if to decorate a gorgeous stage for the night sky!

Nature is so wonderful!

It has been outside for a long time. When you look up, the stars have become dim, adding a little mystery to the night sky! Only the bright moonlight is still so dazzling, and the night sky of knowledge is more peaceful. I want to know whether the moon's light covers the stars, or whether the stars keep flashing, not to be outdone, and their charm will appear in turn. I only saw that they drew a vivid picture for this, which made peace!

Moonlight Day 2 composition 1 1 The sunset slowly dispelled the last ray of light and settled completely on the other side of the mountain. The goddess of moonlight opened her eyes again and came to this dark world, kissing the earth and covering it with a layer of shiny silver. All these things look beautiful.

Under the urging of time, the moon has gone through many vicissitudes, from a "small sickle" to a "jade plate in the cloud", and then back to the starting point. Blink of an eye, from the new moon to the full moon, there has been a moment of beauty.

Under the night sky, counting the endless stars in the sky and bathing in the moonlight is really a pleasure. The moon, supported by stars, becomes the master of the night sky. It has become eternal and keeps spreading bright moonlight. It doesn't twinkle with charming eyes like a star, but silently gives its glory.

There are countless stars in the sky, and everything in the world is reflected. The elf fireflies in the night sky and moonlight are playing happily, flashing their own green light, as if competing with the stars. But it seems to be whispering to the moon, in high spirits, hiding in the grass for a while and flying around shyly for a while.

On a cold night, the moonlight is as pleasant as the spring breeze. Compared with the daytime, the night is more charming, and the faint moonlight caresses people's cheeks, like silks and satins, which makes people fall into the deep feeling of infinite yearning.

Those flowers, by moonlight, don't forget to let them touch themselves. Flowers passing by in the moonlight are more touching than ordinary flowers. Otherwise, the epiphyllum only blooms at night and is fleeting, probably because it absorbs the essence of moonlight and promotes the flowers to bloom! !

When the sun was about to rise, the goddess of moonlight gathered its light, and everything was dead until the moment when the sun jumped out of the horizon.

Moonlight gives people infinite reverie and sinks into another world. Natural products deserve extraordinary enjoyment. The value of moonlight, only to try, will be conclusive, I believe you, will also be fascinated by moonlight.