How to write a composition to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?

The heart has been wrapped in the joy of National Day, and people are still immersed in excitement. The Mid-Autumn Festival is here.

The moon is hanging in the sky, there is no dust in the sky, and the moon spits out its brightness peacefully. The moonlight dissolved in the courtyard is like empty water, creating a haze. Chrysanthemum in the courtyard, with delicate pink and tender, with a few wisps of gentle childishness, with a little shyness and gentleness, plays up the meeting of flowers and seasons bit by bit, which is obviously two surprises, but silently cares for each other, and there is only a faint fragrance in the air. The refreshing fragrance floats in the shadow under the bright moon, interspersed in the branches to welcome guests and daub paintings, and outlines poems.

Footsteps move gently by the river, and autumn insects sing in the ear, which makes people feel a deep homesickness in the silent night. The blue waves of the river are rippling, and thousands of sparkling spots are beating, reflecting the brilliance of the stars and the depth of the night sky. The air is filled with a cool breath, sucked into my heart, and my chest is echoed with a cool comfort. Looking up, the outline of the house in the distance is like a silhouette in the backlight, swaying in the floating moonlight.

True and pure, crystal clear and gentle, the brightness makes the color of nature pure and holy, and the harmony of charm reaches sublime, which also makes me wet and warm. I think: with such a holy soul as moonlit night, wherever I go, my sleeves can throw away the breeze without fine dust.

A bright moon comes from the Book of Songs with the Spring and Autumn scrolls, hangs in the blue night sky, records the eternal secrets for thousands of years, and holds up all the hopes in the world. The bright moon has become a totem that banishes darkness and reposes thoughts. How many literati and poets ironed out their feelings with clear words and beautiful sentences. Su Shi drinks wine on the moon, appreciates the poetic rhyme of blue sea and clear sky at night, and feels the philosophical thinking that life is like the moon. Li Bai wore a thin gown and looked up at the bright moon. When he spat at the embroidered mouth, it was already half a prosperous Tang Dynasty. ...........

The bright moon is the silver postmark on the mailbox at night. On a bright night, I send my blessing to the bright moon, which is sprinkled in everyone's heart in China with the wind: Let's live a healthy and happy life, let's.