Walking on the Moon 1 On a quiet night, the moon rises and rises in Jiang Bin Park.
The moon is like a lamp, illuminating people's hearts; The moon, like a warm word, warms the soul; The moon is more like a round table, and the family is reunited.
The moon, it illuminates the paths, old streets and rivers. Go, go, my parents and I are going to the moon.
The family strolled by the river and chatted happily. We looked at the river and the moon, and it looked at us at the same time. The calm river reflects tall buildings, flowers, trees and a round moon. The breeze is blowing gently, and the sparkling river is flapping its small hands like singing a lullaby. The buildings in the water are flickering, big and small, sometimes complete and sometimes broken. The fragrance of flowers and trees and the fragrance of the moon are intertwined, thick and light, and have a unique flavor.
Go, go, go and go to the moon with my parents. In the square opposite the old street, a group of old mothers twisted their bodies and looked graceful like fairies dancing. The moon is hidden. I guess, isn't it dancing, too
Walking, our family still strolled in the park by the river. Slowly, everyone slowed down, and I looked back. Alas, why didn't the moon follow? Are you tired of jumping and go back to bed? I can imagine how much I want to walk with the moon!
On the way home, my parents and I savored the moon and savored it. The moon should be like this-sweet.
Walking on the Moon 2 As night falls, the moon rises. After dinner, my mother and I go to the free park to walk on the moon.
Looking up at the sky, a bright moon hangs high in the air, like a boat in the Xinghai, drifting with the tide. A slowly flowing white cloud covered the bright face of the moon for a while, and then drifted gently from the moon's face, and the moon sprinkled its water-like light on the earth. Next to the moon, the twinkling little stars are like the children of the moon snuggling up to their mothers.
On both sides of the path, the moonlight shone through the cracks in the leaves, and the bright moonlight tilted. After a long walk, the diversion hub is in front, the breeze blows, and waves of microwaves appear on the water, flashing silver. Looking around, the scenery in front of us is like a moonlit ink painting, which is beautiful.
Tired of walking, sit on the bench and have a rest. In the grass, insects seem to be gathering, crickets are singing, frogs are conducting their bands and singing from time to time. Miss Liu's long braid swayed with the wind, making a "rustling, rustling" sound. In the moonlight, they formed a perfect band and played a beautiful moonlight song.
The fitness equipment by the river is neatly arranged, the children are playing happily on the air cushion bed, and the parents are watching carefully. Scenery trees, flowers and plants exude attractive fragrance, which permeates the air, and the bright moonlight illuminates every corner of the river.
The most beautiful thing at night is the moon, which shines bright moonlight on the earth, so the earth is no longer dark.
What a beautiful night! My mother and I walked on the moon. ...
Walking on the Moon Excellent Composition 3 "I don't know the moon for an hour, which is called a white jade plate. I also suspect that Yao Taijing is flying on the other side of Qingyun Mountain. " Tonight is another bright moon. As soon as we left home, my father and I found the full moon. It is so bright, like a carefully polished silver plate. There is a shining star next to the moon, as if the moon were holding the hands of the stars and strolling in the sky together, just like my father and I are at this time.
Walking, my father and I saw street lamps, which stood upright like little guards, as if defending the area. On the road, many cicadas are singing, and those cicadas are singing in unison. They seem to be shouting "moon, moon!" I want to play hide-and-seek with the moon and enjoy the silent night.
There are many people on the road with my father. Someone is whispering under the pavilion, as if there is a skeleton in my closet. Some people walk around; Someone is riding a bicycle with a cool breeze; Yes ... everyone enjoys this leisurely moment in the moonlight.
Walking on, my father and I came to the stream. In the moonlight, the moon is reflected on the stream, and the moonlight keeps flowing. There are water waves on the stream, as if there were small fish playing with the moon.
Walking again, I found a tall ginkgo tree. This ginkgo tree is like a giant, three stories high. If the earth is a bow, it is a long arrow that shoots at the moon, shooting all the happiness around it at the moon.
Next to the ginkgo tree is my home. My father and I went home hand in hand. Along the way, my father told me an interesting story about catching fish and picking persimmons when he was a child. The home in the moonlight is particularly warm.
It was a dreamy and silent night. A few stars are twinkling in the sky, adding a bit of mystery to the night.
At this time, I will walk in the soft moonlight, and the ground will be silvery with the bright moonlight. The tall and straight pine trees on the roadside seem to be covered with a layer of Bo Xue, shining. In front of it is the forest it illuminates. A cool breeze blew and the leaves rustled. "I know, I know." A cicada cried in confusion in the boundless darkness. I greedily enjoy the loneliness in the dark. I walked across the blue stream. In the moonlight, my shadow, like me, walks alone, quietly and slowly in the moonlight-filled community.
I looked up at the round and bright moon in the sky. It seemed to be smiling at me, and the little star blinked at me again and again. I am like falling into a bottomless black hole, and only the moon is my last hope. I walked in and a breeze greeted me. It's early autumn, and a few yellowish leaves are falling slowly like butterflies.
The sky gradually changed from dark blue to black, and the shadows of trees, grass, flowers and houses, large and small, stood uneasily in the wind. I only wore a thin skirt and shivered in the cool wind. In autumn night, ginkgo bears golden ginkgo, a nightingale in the tree flutters its wings and chirps, and canna twists its slender body and dances in the cool breeze. I looked at the beautiful moon in the sky, as if it were a great mother, nourishing everything on the earth and taking care of sleeping people, birds, flowers and grass.
I, on the other hand, walked quietly through the sleeping plants, the calm pond and the quiet night, which was intoxicating.
What a silent night!