900-word lyric prose about the moon ~ ~ ~ ~

Yesterday's moon

I like reading Zhang Ailing's articles, and I like reading the moon written by her best. As far as I know, no one can match her sensitivity and intellectual beauty to the moon. The moon she wrote is alive, with its own ups and downs, joys and sorrows. "On a moonlit night in Shanghai thirty years ago, we may have missed the moon thirty years ago. Young people think that the moon 30 years ago should be as red, yellow and wet as a copper coin, like a tear on the stationery of Duoyunxuan, old and fuzzy. "In Zhang Ailing's The Golden Lock, she tells a bleak story with the moon as the introduction: for money, sesame oil shop. She cursed her greedy brother, and of course she put on the shackles of money for herself. All her bones and teeth are sore. Finally, she has chewed the edge of gold, and she has become a pervert, unable to see anyone's happiness, even her own children. She buried herself with money and dragged everyone who could. Just this article, the moon came out of the clouds, the sky was gray and dark, and there were a few scattered stars. The moon was blurred, like a lithograph, and white clouds were transpiration below. " This is the tears when Qiao Qi's daughter Chang 'an had to bid farewell to the past under the control of her mother's abnormal condition. Looking out through the glass window, there is a moon in the hazy dark clouds, one black and one white, like a dramatic and ferocious face. Little by little, the moon slowly emerged from the clouds, and there was a light under the clouds, which was the eyes under the mask. \"; "Out of the window, or that scary deformed moon, a small white sun burning in the dark. "There will be no shadow of two of a kind under the nose, except naked ridicule, which is a vicious accusation. This is the moon that Chang 'an daughter-in-law, who was ridiculed and never enjoyed the happiness of the wedding, saw on the empty wedding bed when she was dying.

In Zhang Ailing's other articles, we can also see the description of the moon. In the first fragrance of agarwood crumbs, she wrote: "It was already dark and the moon came up. It is yellow, like a piece of jade satin. When embroidering, I bounced off a little incense ash and burned a small piece. " Wei Long, a female student, stayed in Hong Kong in troubled times and fell in love with Georgie, who was irresponsible for love. Knowing that she is just a victim of exchange-attracting men for her aunt who has no affection and earning money for her husband who has no love, she still enjoys it. There is no long-term stability, only fleeting youth. In "Love in a Fallen City", she wrote, "The moon in tears is big and fuzzy, silver, with a green light on its edge"; "The slender moon at the end of October is just a white hook, like frost on a glass window. "At the end of her essay Whispering," I wrote here, and my back was a little cold, so I closed the glass door and saw the yellow moon in Mao Mao on the balcony. "In I See Su Qing," after she left, I was alone on the balcony at dusk.

Beautiful, lonely, cold, desolate, unique and homeless, this is the moon of Zhang Ailing.

The second article

The moon at that time

In the 1970s, millions of young people left their relatives and hometown under the tide of "repairing the soil"-this was a far-fetched departure from their hometown; In the 1980s, the enthusiasm for reform and opening up, the enthusiasm for starting a business and the dream of studying abroad led people to leave their hometown-this was a dream-seeking departure; In the 1990s, the industrialization reform in rural areas freed more farmers from the bondage of land and flocked to cities in large numbers, becoming a "sea of migrant workers" in the center of cities-a "gold rush". 2 1 century, people wandered between cities, and there was no difference between hometown and foreign land.

The moon is not over our heads now.

Stare at the sky, don't have a mood.

When I was a child, when did the moon look at each other while enjoying the cool air every night fade out of our sight and children's lives?

Apart from the often sentimental compositions of poets and students, we almost forgot the existence of the moon, which comforted and entrusted our ancestors with endless feelings. It seems that it is no longer the need of our heads or just the poor times or lonely feelings, so we seldom or are too lazy to look up at the night sky.

The field of vision seems to be solidified by dazzling lights and various benefits under the eyelids; Is it easy for our minds to become tired, old, narrow-minded and indifferent? Our life changes, the pace of life, the pursuit of goals, and even the way of venting seem to have banished Gu Yue to the desolate wilderness. The moon no longer looks at us, and we no longer need her lonely love?

Fortunately, the ordinary and complicated days in our lives are essentially the same.

But there are always a few moments when we suddenly feel a little mysterious and special. There are always days invented by some clever ancestors, such as Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival. Although they become far away, they will not make us care as much as before. After all, they will change the ancient desires hidden in our hearts. Let's subconsciously "look up, I find it is moonlight, and then sink, I suddenly think of home", which thoughtfully reminds us that there are many ordinary but eternal and beautiful things like the bright moon, which are the roots of soul and life.

This is never the fault of life, whether it is seeking a job, making profits or studying, it is also the basic factor of our life, so we never need to regret it. The problem is that the fundamental point of all this is our unconscious and vague ordinary but eternal concepts such as home, affection, love and friendship!

And the moon, which is with human beings, can't leave us all the time. The moon with the best feelings of human beings will still light up the infinite century of human beings. What we have forgotten or lost, let's find it ourselves. When we are busy chasing or bored, we should look up as much as possible, sit quietly, sort out our feelings and understand the orientation of school life. Please go back to our indispensable "moon".

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When it was getting dark, I leaned on the handrail of the balcony alone, looking up at the sky and waiting for the moon to appear.

After a while, the hidden son of the moon appeared in the sky. The shallow, shy moon is sticking its head out of its little head, thinking that there is no movement, and then it appears twisted in the sky. In an instant, the dark sky seemed to hang a bright lamp, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze. I looked at the moon hanging in the sky and thought ... but after a while, surrounded by dark clouds, the moon disappeared. How disappointing! But I am still waiting for the moon to appear.

About half an hour later, the moon appeared in the sky again, this time clearer and brighter than last time. Suddenly, a cloud floated in the air, covering the beautiful face of the moon. At this time, the moon covered the cloud with a shallow layer of Phnom Penh with her brilliance. Golden clouds and charming moon, embedded in the black sky, look particularly comfortable.

A few hours later, the moon disappeared again and the sky was dark. But I can't stop daydreaming ... I want to fly to the sky and get closer to the moon!

It's getting late. Maybe the moon won't come out today, but I'm still on the balcony, looking up at the sky and waiting for the moon to appear. ...

The Mid Autumn Festival moon

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I invited several students to my balcony to enjoy the moon. Dad also prepared moon cakes, pomegranates, pears and other foods for us to enjoy the moon.

In the evening, my invited friends came to my house one after another. Everyone sat around the round table, eating food and laughing. Gradually, as night falls, the full moon of the clock is crying, eager to see it! Looking in the direction he pointed, we saw the moon, like a shy girl, shyly sticking out half her head from behind a dark cloud and secretly looking down, and found nothing. As soon as she leaned forward, she appeared in the sky, like a bright lamp hanging in the sky, and the surrounding scenery was plated with silver. My friends and I looked at the bright moon hanging in the night sky and chatted. After a while, Moon Girl disappeared under a layer of white. How disappointing! We must wait patiently for the "Moon Girl" to appear again.

After a while, the moon appeared, and now we find it brighter and more crystal clear. It is so pure and bright, really beautiful. Staring at the bright moon, we vaguely found countless gray mountains inside. My partner Zhou Duan couldn't help telling the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's fairy tales. She spoke in a colorful voice and attracted our attention.

After a while, a white cloud floated from the horizon, covering the beautiful face of the moon. The moon immediately radiates the light of Bai Yunbian, forming a dazzling halo around the white clouds. The halo holds the white clouds and flows gently under the moon, and the moonlight illuminates half the sky. Only on the distant horizon can one or two stars be seen.

Looking up at the bright moonlight, the willows by the lake were illuminated as if they were frosted. The shadow of the moon is reflected on the lake, which forms a layer of sparkling waves, flashing like the silver scales of Youlong. Liang Fang, known as a little writer, looked at the beautiful scenery, with his hands behind his back, walking with small steps, and could not help reciting ancient poems. Such a bright line was at the foot of my bed, and he doubted the frost on the ground. ...

After a while, the moonlight disappeared again, and the night was already deep, but everyone was still talking together. Speaking of our dreams when we grow up, we all want to be astronauts, travel in the sky by spaceship, land on the moon, develop treasures and serve the people.

Everyone looks at the sky, hoping that the moon will reappear.

The moon is full.

The moon is full again. Taiwan Province Province, a wanderer who has lived in other places for a long time, are you going home, too? The motherland will always look forward to your return.

Since the corrupt and incompetent Qing government ceded you to Japan, you have been forced to leave your hometown and have to face your mother across the sea and become a wanderer. One hundred years later, the motherland is strong, and we are welcoming you back with a broad mind.

However, you won't. Why?

Do you know that the sleeping lion woke up and the dragonfly left? Do you know that the motherland misses you? Do you know how many hardships the motherland has experienced?

Is it just for frivolous Taiwan independence molecules? They won't succeed. You are also a part of the motherland. ...

Throughout the history of China, Taiwan Province Province has been a sacred and inseparable part of the motherland since ancient times. However, when the powers threatened and controlled the incompetent Qing Dynasty by force, Taiwan Province Province was unfortunately occupied and carved up by the powers. Since then, the giant pen of history has mercilessly recorded the ebb and flow of Taiwan Province Province.

Why don't you come back? Trees are towering, and fallen leaves return to their roots. Taiwan Province Province, do you remember your mother's face? Do you remember the Great Wall-your mother's solid backbone? Do you still remember the Yellow River-mother's endless milk; Do you still remember the continuous mountains-mother's bumpy steps; Do you remember the broad-minded mother in the plain ... you know. Time can erase our memories, but it can't erase our yellow skin and black eyes, the descendants of the Chinese people, the descendants of dragons and the unyielding national soul!

Poor Taiwan Province Province, from the moment she left her mother, her national personality, national rights and human rights were gone. I can only be bullied, humiliated, trampled, slaughtered by the powers ... struggling in hot water and moaning: give me back my rivers and mountains!

From that moment on, you must remember to avenge yourself, get back this blood debt, and get back the dignity of China people and China people. Work hard.

The motherland has finally returned to her lost children, and the great ship of history has shattered the muzzle of the colonists. Taiwan Province Province, when will you return to your mother's arms? Is it far away or just around the corner? Yes, the roaring Yangtze River and Yellow River make us brave; The undulating Great Wall of Wan Li has given us strong perseverance; Take back Taiwan Province Province!

The stars are still the same, and the sun and the moon are as new. I firmly believe that the next full moon, Taiwan Province Province will definitely return to the motherland!

How bright the moonlight is at home!

Who is it, in a strange autumn night separated by a river for thousands of years, I don't know the fragrance of osmanthus, ignore alcohol, but stubbornly sing a poem with a unique taste; "The moonlight at home is how bright!" . Simple, clear and simple, but it tells the truth and explains the wonderful balance between our emotions and cognition.

Because of deep love, so paranoid.

This is why the more transparent sunshine in California, the more complete moon on the Rhine River and the more romantic flowing water in Cambridgeshire are far less than the orange lights at home at dusk.

Just because this is a place we are familiar with and love. The warm and humid air in the southern town, the fragrant flowers in the green campus, the people coming and going, the familiar faces, the clean clothes washed by my mother, and the notes carefully approved by the teacher all make us feel gratified and grateful. Even if I go far in the future, I can be proud to think about it in a foreign country.

The mountain can be continuous if it is not clear, and the water can be long if it is not beautiful; Campus can't say how different it is, but it is recognized as beautiful because it passes by every day; Even if the clothes are not brand new, you can feel your unique tenderness and fragrance because of your mother's touch.

I believe that everyone has such a deep, deep and endless emotional connection. Because of this connection, they indulge their paranoid cognition with laughter and tears.

Lao She has been to Paris and lived in London, but she has been talking about Beijing. Say that people's cities are clumsy and their own cities are solemn; It is said that people's cities are noisy and their own cities have human feelings ... readers will laugh when they read them. "What an obvious regional complex!" However, everyone does not know that the old man's stubborn love and bitter criticism are all out of emotional balance, and he has long been deeply inclined to the capital where he grew up. Therefore, the walls of the old city are beautiful, the people who raise birds and grow flowers are beautiful, and even the shouts of rickshaw drivers are so beautiful.

Xiao Gan's best friend has lived in America for decades, but he doesn't like American life. He still decorated the yard as if he were in his hometown, and he longed for a jujube pit in his hometown like a child. ...

Because of deep love, so paranoid.

A lot of beauty is not that we can't see it, not that we don't want to praise it, just because it can't arouse the deepest ripples in our hearts. Just like the moon in foreign countries, it is difficult to identify with each other in any way, and it is impossible to be as poetic as Li Bai and Du Fu. However, it's not that we can't see many imperfections and many ordinary things. Because it is a tie that we can't give up in our own lives, we love it stubbornly and without regret, just as a mother loves an unattractive daughter and a nation loves a country that is not rich and powerful.

"The moonlight at home is how bright!" The poet's voice through a thousand years of frosty nights tells us the most irrefutable truth. So, we smile.

Because of deep love, so paranoid.

the mid autumn moon

"The moon rose to the sky on the 15th." Look, in the deep blue sky, a bright moon is smiling at the earth. The earth is white, like a veiled cage.

The stars on the side don't know where to hide. Stars, are you shy because you can't compete with the moon?

The clouds beside the moon, like fairy's clothes, flutter gently in the breeze.

The moon is round and bright, just like a big bright disk. It sprinkled silver light on the small tree at the door and reflected it on our faces.

The fifteenth moon is so soft, and the faint moonlight seems to have entered a fairy tale world. In the faint moonlight, several children are playing. The moon shines on their hair, making it look like a layer of silver lace.

Moonlight is like water, and it is already dead of night on the earth. The osmanthus trees on the moon seem to be emitting bursts of fragrance. The white rabbit is busy getting medicine, but WU GANG and Chang 'e don't know what to do.

Oh, the fifteenth moon .......

Bangpleng's blackbird

At night,

The moon's child is out,

He ran to the clear basin in the moonlight.

As it turns out,

He came to take a bath,

The son of the moon is a clean child.

For an instant,

The moon is hidden in the clouds.

Her children are gone,

As it turns out,

The son of the moon is a child without him.

Pick a lotus leaf,

Cover the washbasin,

Steal an eye and look in.

The moon's child is gone again.

Where are you hiding?

oh ...

As it turns out,

The child of the moon is still a child who is afraid of the dark.

Beautiful moon sister

As soon as Brother Sun sets in the west, Sister Moon rises in the east in a hurry. When Sister Moon first appeared in the sky, the faint white light covered the earth with a layer of silver carpet, and the bright moonlight quietly covered the soft tulle on the curly leaves.

The clouds moved slowly, and Sister Moon opened her eyes and shed clear light waves, which became brighter and more magnificent. Slowly, Sister Moon turned yellow like cheese and walked leisurely in the Milky Way.

The clear crescent moon radiates together like the light condensed by more and more fireflies in the sky. Sister Moon is like a cold yellow rose, which makes people love it very much.

Looking at this bright and beautiful moon sister, I suddenly feel that the gentle light of the moon sister will infect everyone. Because, Sister Moon is like a saint. If two unreasonable classmates quarrel again, let them have a look at the moon like a fairy sister. I believe the moon will build a colorful bridge between them.

I like Sister Moon, because Sister Moon is so beautiful and simple. I think, after reading my composition, you will find that Sister Moon is beautiful and a lovely elf sister, right? A: The story of "the king who wants to touch the moon"

Once upon a time, in the distant Caribbean, there was a kingdom. Like Taiwan Province Province, this kingdom is an island country, surrounded by green forests and blue sea water, with a warm climate all year round. The leader of this kingdom is a proud king. He is always taken care of in trivial matters of life, and his family is always respectful to him and dare not disobey his demands. In fact, the king lacks everything. However, one night, when he was standing on the windowsill of the castle enjoying the cool evening breeze and looking up at the night sky, he was deeply attracted by the bright moonlight and suddenly had a desire to touch the moon.

Once the idea formed in his mind, he immediately called the minister and posted the news that he wanted to touch the moon, asking the minister to realize his wish. The minister knew that the king had a bad temper and was too worried to sleep. Finally, the next morning, he put forward a plan: mobilize the whole country and build a tower, on which the king could climb and touch the moon. The king accepted this suggestion and immediately asked all parts of the country to contribute wooden boxes, large and small, and put them at home, one after another, piling up higher and higher, just like piles of wood. However, when these wooden boxes were used up, there was still a long way to go from the moon, so the king ordered the people of the whole country to cut down all the wood in the country and use it to build wooden boxes. Those who refuse to obey will be put in prison because the king said, "In my country, there is no' no'." When all the trees in the kingdom were cut down, the tower almost reached the sky, so the king happily began to climb the tower layer by layer. However, when the king reached the top of the tower and reached out to touch the moon, he found that it was still a little short. So he shouted to people far from the ground, "Give me another wooden box."

People answered him helplessly: "There are no more wooden cases." . The king, who just wanted to touch the moon, ordered, "Pass the wooden box at the bottom." . As soon as people heard it, they knew something was wrong and responded, "But …". The king said angrily, "There is no such word in my kingdom." People knew they couldn't disobey the king's orders, so they pulled out the wooden box at the bottom. Just then, all the wooden boxes shook and scattered all over the floor. The king who wanted to touch the moon fell from a height and died.

Aboriginal people in Taiwan Province Province

The moon in aboriginal oral literature is simply an individual with a fresh breath of life; In Ami mythology, the sun and the moon are a couple, and they often visit the gods who descended from the sky as human ancestors.

Another Ami myth is that the moon taught the surviving brothers and sisters how to get close to each other before giving birth to normal children, because the brothers and sisters listened to the advice of the sun and got married, but gave birth to some strange creatures; The moon told them, "Because you are brother and sister, you shouldn't get married, so you should dig a hole in the mat and put it between you so that you can have good children." Later, the brother and sister really gave birth to four children, that is, the ancestors of mankind; Another story tells a girl who is often abused by her stepmother. In order to prevent people from seeking justice for her, she would rather go to heaven. Five days later, people really saw the girl on the moon.

The myth of shooting the sun in many nationalities regards the moon as the result of shooting the sun; For example, the story of the Atayal people tells that there were two suns in the sky in the past, and there was no difference between day and night, so human life was extremely bitter. So, three young people took their babies on a distant journey to shoot the sun, and once the babies on their backs were all adults, they arrived at the place to shoot the sun. One person shoots an arrow and hits the sun. The sun bleeds, so it loses light and heat and becomes the moon. Shadow is the mark of arrow wound. The myth of the Zou nationality is similar to this. Furthermore, the red stones seen on the ground are all stained with the blood of the sun. The stories of some ethnic groups have undergone some changes. The content is that there used to be only the moon, but it didn't appear every day. Besides, there are shadows on the moon. Every night, the earth is dark and vegetation can't grow, which makes people feel extremely inconvenient. So they sent two young soldiers to shoot at the moon. Decades later, one of them shot an arrow at the moon and removed the shadow, and the earth was normal.

The story of the people in the north and south tells that once the earth was flooded, even the sun and moon in the sky sank into the water, and the five surviving brothers and sisters floated on the sea and finally found a piece of land; Because the earth is dark, a man and a woman are sent to the sky as a new sun and a new moon in order to find other humans. In the creation myth of the northern and southern nationalities, the moon and the sun brought children to the world. The first one is a man, followed by monkeys, horses, deer, fish and birds. Later, the ancestors of northern and southern people spread that planting sweet potatoes should be based on the changes of the moon. You can't farm when the moon is full, but you can only farm when the moon is short. If the moon is like a sickle, don't cultivate it. Another Ami legend mentioned that the two brothers and sisters did not feel happy dancing because they comforted their father in the spirit of heaven after finishing their mother's explanation; Three people jumped and gradually entered the ground. They said with one voice, "We have done everything we should. Tonight, the moon is my brother, tomorrow morning, the sun in the eastern sky is my brother, and the shining stars in the dark sky are my sisters. We will always benefit mankind. Bye, mom. These plots clearly show that these peoples believe that the sun, moon and stars are man-made. The connection between the moon and indigenous people 18-year-old farming can also be found in some stories, such as the story of Beinan nationality mentioned above; Because millet (millet), which was originally the staple food of aborigines, was harvested in autumn, the moonlight in autumn night was particularly bright. Harvest ceremonies or songs and dances of all ethnic groups are mostly held in the bright moonlight. The sharing of the new valley and the new wine made the members of the tribe reunite their thoughts and get emotional relief, looking forward to the same food and clothing in the coming year. Therefore, the perfection of the autumn moon also symbolizes the ardent hope of the people.

(The above data source: Aboriginal Moon Myth Pu Zhongcheng/Associate Professor of Taipei Normal University)

The Moon Myth of Bunun Nationality

In Archaean, there were two suns in the sky, which shone on the earth in turn, resulting in no distinction between day and night. Hot weather brings great inconvenience to human life. A couple worked hard in the farmland, putting the sleeping baby firmly beside the stone pile in the shade of the tree and covering it with palm leaves. Unexpectedly, he was still burned alive by the cruel sun and turned into a lizard hiding in the crack of the stone pile. The father was very angry when he knew it, and vowed to shoot down the sun to avenge his children.

Before embarking on the journey, my father planted an orange tree in front of his house and set out for the place where the sun rose, ready to seal it before the sun took off. My father, who was an accurate marksman, really hit one eye of the sun, and the light of the sun suddenly disappeared into the moon. The moon closed its eyes and reached out to grab people at random. Father escaped through his fingers because his palm was too big. Because one sun was shot on the moon and the other sun dared not take off to shine on the earth, the earth was dark and everyone could not go out to work, let alone find food. Life was very difficult. If you want to go out, you must first throw a stone, and judge whether the road ahead is an abyss by the sound of the stone falling to the ground. A mountain Qiang who was out foraging was hit in the head by a stone thrown by someone, bleeding profusely. The mountain Qiang was in pain and gave an angry roar. At this moment, something strange happened. The hidden sun was scared away by the roar of Shanqiang, which made the sky shine on the earth again, and people resumed their normal lives, but Shanqiang left a beautiful scar on his forehead.

Later, the moon taught the father who shot at the sun all kinds of rituals and taboos, such as: don't be greedy for sweets when hunting and sowing sacrifices, otherwise you will starve or miss your prey; The child's sacrifice should be held at the full moon, otherwise the child will get sick and die. After my father returned to the tribe, he began to teach his people how to deal with sacrifices. When everyone has learned all the sacrificial ceremonies, the orange tree has grown into a big tree. Therefore, several communities of Bunun nationality will use orange leaves as sacrificial vessels when performing sacrificial ceremonies.

Legend of Gypsies-Children of the Moon

Once upon a time, there was a gypsy woman who had been married to her husband for many years and had no children. One night, she prayed to the moon to give her a child. Soon after, she got pregnant as she wished. However, when the child was born, they found that his eyes were gray and his skin was silver, not black skin and dark brown eyes. The gypsy was very angry and thought that his wife had betrayed him and wanted to kill the child.

The gypsy woman couldn't bear it, took the child to the mountain and abandoned him. The moon has taken care of the child since then. When the moon is full, it is the child who behaves well, and when the moon becomes a new moon, it is the child who cries. The moon made him a cradle to make him stop crying. Compare an albino child to a child of the moon.

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Artemis, the goddess of the moon in ancient Greek mythology. She is the sister of Apollo, the sun god. She is beautiful and a very good archer. She is in charge of hunting, often accompanied by her beloved bow and hound. She drives a silver carriage through the night sky every day, representing the cold, loneliness and dead road at night. She is also the patron saint of unmarried girls-she herself is unmarried for life, and there is a sad story in it.

Poseidon, the sea king, had a son named Orion. He likes archery very much. He is a good hunter and likes to run wildly on the sea. The moon goddess likes Oreos very much. They know each other and love each other. They often hunt in the jungle together and run wildly at sea. Apollo, the goddess' brother, hated Oreon and disliked the relationship between his sister and Oreon, so he decided to get rid of Oreon. One day, when Oreon was flying on the sea, Apollo covered Oreon with golden light to hide him, so that no one could see Oreon's true face. Then he encouraged his sister, Moon Goddess, who likes archery, to take gold objects in the distance as targets. Of course, the moon goddess didn't know it was her brother's plot, so she shot an arrow and hit Oregon in the head. Later, when she learned that she had shot her sweetheart Olian, she fell into despair and cried day and night. In order to cherish her love for Oregon forever, she asked Zeus to lift Oregon to the sky, hoping that she could see it at any time when she was running in the sky in a silver carriage. Zeus accepted her request and turned Orion into a constellation in the sky. The goddess swore that she would never get married, and that she would stay with Oregon in the night sky forever.

Themis, the goddess of the moon, likes oak trees very much and always takes her oak stick with her when hunting. People think she is the goddess of oak. In ancient Greece, when people offered sacrifices to the goddess of the moon, they lit oak torches. Later, they provided cookies and lit candles. Finally, it evolved into a way to celebrate children's birthdays-insert candles on the cake at night, blow out the candles and make wishes. The moon goddess will bless the wish come true. Even today, people still celebrate their birthday in this way.

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, held the pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for the 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.