The story of the moon, the sun and the stars.

One is to write a composition, imagine the moon, imagine writing a story, and the story is related to the moon and stars.

When I was a child, my mother told me about the beauty of the starry sky and some myths and legends. When I grow up, I like the lonely balcony and am full of fantasies about the starry sky.

I'm already crazy about balconies. I looked up at the endless starry sky on my chin. The stars are all over the sky, big and small, weaving out various shapes. There are too many stars for me to count. Countless cold stars converge into an ocean of light. How beautiful and desirable the starry sky is! The night is my happiest moment, and the starry sky is my paradise. When I saw this picturesque constellation, I couldn't seem to extricate myself from the vast universe. These stars always remind me of happy pictures, which really makes people feel a lot!

At this time, my eyes were full of anticipation-yes, I was expecting a meteor. Some people say that when a meteor cuts through the sky, make a wish on it, and the wish will finally come true. Suddenly, a light pierced the quiet night sky, ah! I marveled that it was a meteor, which showed that my waiting was valuable. I am very excited. I have never seen a meteor before, but I just think it is a legend. What a beautiful meteor! Although it was only a moment, it was amazing enough. I once thought that I would collect all the meteors, string them into necklaces and wear them around my neck. It must be beautiful. I really hope that one day a meteor will hit my head. ...

Fantasy, fantasy ... I fell asleep with a smile on my lips, and fell asleep sweetly ... I had a dream that a little girl was watching the starry sky on the balcony, watching, watching. ...

Long ago, there were no stars in the sky. What happened to the composition?

In a small town, "love" is issued all the time. I believe that "loving others equals loving yourself".

I heard a story:

Willie is a little boy with congenital heart disease, but he has the habit of getting up early and doing morning exercises. Although the doctor won't let him do high-intensity and high-intensity exercise, Willie is still willing to get up early and watch the morning, the sun and how beautiful the day is at the beginning.

It was a morning shrouded in mist and light smoke. When Wu Hao walked to the downtown square, he found a man lying on the ground. The man was covered with dew, his face was purple and his breathing was weak. Obviously, he is in danger of death. Willie knows the pain of a heart attack, and he also feels the pain of this stranger. It's quiet around, and people who really do morning exercises generally don't come here. It was too late. Willy ignored the doctor's warning and bent down to pull up the man's clothes. In this way, twelve-year-old Willie dragged the man on the ground for 200 meters with all his strength. Finally, someone found them. Willie just said, "Take him to the hospital quickly" and fainted to the ground.

Imaginary composition about the moon and stars-the story of Chang 'e

The myth of the sun, the moon and the moon Long ago, the moon and the sun were a couple, and the stars were their children. At that time, the sun drank every day and hit the moon when he came home after drinking. Once, the sun accidentally fell down on the way home and remained angry. When he got home, he picked up a stool and beat the moon. The moon is covered with wounds and is very painful. Unexpectedly, as soon as the star got home, she saw her mother lying on the ground to help her. Sun, you have gone too far. I will leave you and say to the stars. Son, he is not your father, he is too vicious, let's go, let's find another place to live well, said the star, holding the injured moon; Mom, when we left, the moon and stars went to night, but the sun was always in the daytime. The sun finally gave up drinking, but the moon didn't come back. The sun looks for the moon every day, and the moon misses the sun, so it is designated as the day of reunion, because the moon is only as round as the sun on the fifteenth day, and the stars surround the mother moon every day.

The crescent moon, as thin as a scale hook, moves slowly in the clouds, occasionally throwing rays of silvery white light from the gap, jumping on the water and disappearing.

The clouds moved slowly, and the full moon, which had been swallowed for a long time, suddenly jumped out, like a freshly baked golden plate, dazzling and glowing with golden light, illuminating the whole earth.

A white cloud covered the beautiful moon. The moon immediately released the light of Bai Yunbian and formed a bright halo around it. Halo supports the white clouds, flowing gently from the moon's face.

The crescent moon is like an eyebrow, the full moon is like a hook, and the waning moon is like a bow.

Moonlight is like water, laurel trees are in the sky, the moonlight is hazy, and the moon shadow is oblique.

Mid-autumn full moon

This Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, and I am very moved. Everything seems to come and go in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, it's already 18 Mid-Autumn Festival.

Tonight, my heart is always restless and turbulent, and I don't know if "eagerness" can be expressed.

In June, the British appearance is still so beautiful, I never thought she would change. The quiet moon has quietly climbed the treetops, like a child's innocent face, shining lightly on the leaves and gently reflecting back, decorating the trees bit by bit, which is very mysterious. Gentle silver light sprinkled on the road, like a mother's hand touching; She slipped into people's hearts again, like melting ice and snow in spring, moist, cold and brisk. She may come from heaven, and she is as beautiful as the virgin.

I can't bear to do anything else on such a beautiful moonlit night. Tonight is special. I don't want to interrupt. I'm afraid this beautiful girl is hidden. A quiet night and a beautiful moon are the darlings of God. I always want to keep tonight (this is an extravagant hope). Can't appear often, but it's arranged by heaven. This exquisite beauty brings people reunion and happiness.

I'm thinking: tonight, pour a cup of fragrant tea, put a plate of fragrant moon cakes, quietly lean on the windowsill, the wind blows brightly, and the jasmine fragrance overflows from the cup and blends into the air. Just like in heaven. Tonight I am alone, only inviting the bright moon as my companion, listening to Chang 'e singing and watching Chang 'e dancing; How lonely and intoxicated I am to miss her together.

Mid-Autumn Festival is the most fragile season for people. Tonight's full moon, hometown, relatives, seems to have a great distance. Oh! Miss your relatives in a foreign land, and your hometown is far away. I looked at the bright moon and suddenly felt a little relieved. I received a blessing from afar.

The moon shuttles through the clouds, like a child playing hide-and-seek, then disappears and comes out. Watching the clouds slowly pass by the moon, I thought in confusion: tonight, I will lose sleep, just like you, silently praying for the distance.

Yue Ming, you are tired. Come on! Lying in my cup, tonight, I will wait for you.

The moon is bright and the heart is calm. Looking back, it has been eighteen Mid-Autumn Festival.

Snow-white moonlight sprinkled on the bed, faintly heard the beautiful melody of moonlight songs.

Tonight, when the moon is full, I dreamed of the moon.

As far as the imaginary composition of the moon is concerned, as long as it is a rough plot, it can be a fairyland or a story, which is about the moon and stars, and it is better to be more interesting.

Star array/group

I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. Once upon a time, when I was enjoying the cool in my hometown yard in July and August, I liked to look at the dense stars in the sky. Looking at the stars, I will forget everything, as if I were back in my mother's arms.

There was a back door where I lived in Nanjing three years ago. Every night when I open the back door, I see a quiet night. Below is the vegetable garden, and above is the starry blue sky. Although starlight is tiny to our naked eyes, it makes us feel that light is everywhere. At that time, I was reading some books on astronomy. I knew some stars, as if they were my friends. They always talked to me.

Now at sea, facing the stars every night, I know them very well. I lay on the deck and looked up at the sky. There are countless stars hanging in the dark blue sky. The ship is moving, and so are the stars. They're so low, they're really shaky! Gradually my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me. The night at sea is soft, silent and dreamy. I look at many stars I know, and I seem to see them winking at me, and I seem to hear them whispering. And then forget everything. In the arms of the stars, I fell asleep laughing. I feel like a child, sleeping in my mother's arms now.

Beautiful stars

Stars are familiar "friends". It traveled in the universe and saw the beautiful night on earth. It winked at us with "loving" eyes, which seemed to tell us the magical story of the Heavenly Palace.

Whenever a clear night comes, the stars always arrive late in droves. Of course, there are also a few "naughty" stars who catch our eyes first. Late at night, the bright moon shines on the earth, and countless little stars dot the blue canvas in the hazy sky. Although this pattern is not so rich and strange, it is still so charming, so intoxicating and so charming.

I remember when I was a child, I snuggled up to my mother and listened to fairy tales like Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and Tengu ate the moon. It seems that the stars are not far away from us, as if we are within reach. At this time, I looked up at the beautiful stars. They seemed far away and out of reach. When I look up at the distant sky and the carefree stars in the sky, I really want to ask them loudly: how old are you? What do you have on you? Where does your light come from? How can I approach you? At this time, I feel as if some stars are blinking at me hard, as if to say: one day, you will know us thoroughly and become friends with us.

On cloudy days, there are few stars in the sky, and the dark blue sky naturally reduces a lot of vitality and beauty. Where are the stars at this time? Are they recuperating? Do they know that we are looking forward to it? Although the star is beautiful, he is not proud of it. They always sit quietly in the air, blinking their bright eyes, patiently listening to the songs of the wind and watching the dances of the rain.

I love this star, its majesty and elegance, its beauty and flashing light. It accompanied me to sleep, and it brought me great happiness and deep sustenance.

I like stars. When the sky is dark to a certain extent, you will always see stars shining all over the sky. It dispelled the doubts in people's minds. Wherever you see the Big Dipper, you will never get lost.

Beautiful stars bring people a beautiful mood and many beautiful leisure thoughts.

Write a short story with these words: sun, moon, grass, stars, fireflies and frogs.

I feel that I should eat 898898v v. Maybe it's good to go to the arena. V super password is not VB, vvv is good. You eat V girl VB instead of VB, and baby vVB has no ending. After that, V Super Girl VVVV eats vvVB. Unfortunately, it's a pity that freaks don't breathe and eat the help of adult women so fast.

Write a fairy tale composition with stars, moon, forest, little princess and summer river.

One day, the little princess who wanted to go came to the park and saw the stars and the little moon. She likes talking, and the pictures of twinkling stars are beautiful. Liu Yang's eyes lit up, and the little girl who had been running came back, mom. I have been sitting by the bridge with his mother. Joe Peng Wei is talking. Look at the beautiful moon over there. Oh, I missed it because I have eyes. There are many contact lenses that blink first, just like drinking a little pentagram, just like a peach blossom. I especially like the summer nights there.

I wrote 300 to 400 essays with the seven stories of the stars in primary school.

I always ask my father, why do the stars shine? Dad always tells me such a story. A long time ago, there were no stars and moons in the night sky, and it was impossible to know when. When the sun disappeared from the horizon, the whole world was shrouded in darkness.

In a faraway place, there is a small mountain village, and there is a family far away from the village. There was a little boy who only lived with his father. The little boy hasn't seen his mother, but he hasn't asked. Only his parents take care of him.

Every day, at the moment when the sun rises on this side of the mountain, my father leaves home and works hard for a living until the sun sets on the other side of the mountain. The little boy always sits on the threshold waiting for his father's return. Little boys are often afraid, which stems from their natural fear of the dark. When there is a strange sound coming from the mountain, the little boy will tremble all over. What scares him even more is that his father will disappear in the dark and never come back. The little boy always cries while waiting. When my father came back, he was a cry baby. My dad would pick him up and kiss him on the face with scum. "My child, why are you crying like this?" The little boy said nothing. He was afraid to tell his father that he was really not coming back. The little boy rested his head on his father's chest and fell asleep peacefully. What a beautiful child, why are there always tears? Father felt a little guilty.

The little boy spent day after day in the surprise of anxious waiting and decent return. But unfortunately it happened. That night, it seemed darker than usual, and there was a cold wind blowing. As usual, the little boy is waiting for his father to come back. But my father hasn't come back for a long time. The little boy almost fell asleep in a low whimper. The moment he woke up, the little boy couldn't control himself any longer and burst into tears. Maybe it was because he was too sad, too scared, or because he was too focused on crying, he didn't find his tears shining. Tears ran down his face, fell to the ground and splashed down. The puddles accumulated on the ground and the small tears splashed around them all shone brightly and flew into the night sky. The night suddenly became clear. The pool accumulated on the ground became the moon, and the tears splashed everywhere became stars. In the dark, the outline of the earth, the appearance of mountains, tall trees, and the winding path home appeared.

It turned out to be night, and my father got lost in the mountains. After the night suddenly became clear, he finally found his way home. The little boy hugged his father tightly and fell asleep quietly on his chest again.

Since then, I have seen the stars and the moon in the dark, so that all people in the dark can find their way home.

In this way, I think the stars have become a topic that will make me cry forever.

Write a short story with the sun, the moon, the stars and the Milky Way.

A long time ago, there were actually nine suns in the sky. The moon is actually a star. She chose a road that other stars dare not take and chose loneliness. When other stars winked at each other, she still waited there quietly, guiding passers-by and not letting them.

Imagine what will happen between the sun, the moon and the stars.

Stars and the Moon Once upon a time, the moon and the planets lived together, and the stars pinned all their feelings on the moon. They are so happy that other celestial bodies in the sky envy them. The stars feel that happiness is especially sweet. However, the taste of happiness is always so short. The stars in the universe are always changing, just like human relations on earth, they are unstable. There are too many celestial bodies in the night sky, some of which are beautiful, gentle and intelligent. Young people emerge in endlessly. It's nobody's fault. We can't blame the stars or the moon. Can only blame the night is too long, life is too monotonous, time changes too fast, and people's hearts are always too difficult to satisfy. The moon doesn't want stars, and he has another dear. So the stars shed tears, but the moon didn't know, because the moon was not a fish tank or bird cage of the planet, and he couldn't feel the tears of the stars. The tears of the stars are silent. Transparent and twinkling, she wants to use these crystal dew to call back the boundless heart of the moon. However, after countless lonely nights and countless nights of expectation and disappointment, the star accepted "don't care about eternity, just want to have it". The star smiled, though it was in tears. She knows that sometimes giving up is also a kind of beauty. If it is her own, who can't stay? Today is a day, tomorrow is a day. The stars sleep soundly. In the dream, a fairy gently told her, "Don't be sad, son. One day, there will be a moon that belongs only to you and will accompany you all your life. " The stars smiled, and tears floated into space, like talking eyes, expressing their pure hearts to the universe. When the star woke up, she found her body. Is it in a dream? The stars opened their eyes wide and rubbed them with their hands. No, it wasn't a dream, but the moon really came back to him. The moon told the star that he was very lonely in his heart when he was away from the star. Although there are many celestial bodies in the night sky, only the stars really understand the moon. He shuttled through the universe and couldn't find anyone to talk to. What they want is the light of the moon, not the heart of the moon. The night sky without friendship is lonely, and the night sky without love is cold. The moon is tired, bitter and heartbroken. He decided to go back to that star, even though he looked at it every day. The star didn't doubt the moon because she read its eyes.