How to write the composition "I want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival like this"?

Composition 1: I want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival like this.

The annual Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and our family goes back to their hometown to enjoy the moon. At seven o'clock in the evening, our family sat on the wooden bed outside, and grandparents sat in big chairs, talking and laughing. Some people are really happy when they look at the full moon in the sky and eat delicious moon cakes and grapefruit in their mouths.

At the end of eight o'clock, my brother suggested taking fairy wand out to play. The light from fairy wand is very bright and beautiful. Suddenly I heard a whew. It turned out that the neighbor's children were playing with celestial cannons, which really scared me! At this time, I saw many people standing on the road and enjoying the moon. At this time, I smelled the fragrance of my father's sausage, and I couldn't resist it. My mouth watered and my index finger moved.

You can not only eat barbecue and grapefruit, but also play fairy wand. There are fun activities and delicious food. It's killing two birds with one stone! Besides, I can go back to the place where I grew up as a child. It's really interesting to watch the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of eating, drinking, playing and having fun, which makes me feel that the Mid-Autumn Festival is really great. After a delicious and fun Mid-Autumn Night, the whole family finally fell asleep laughing.

Composition 2: I want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival like this.

Today is the traditional festival in China-Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival is also a reunion festival. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. Because on this day, I can go back to my hometown with my parents to visit my grandparents.

Driving on the highway, through the window glass, we looked up and saw more and more dark clouds in the air, which seemed a bit like ink. We knew it was going to rain, and the rain came at us in a hurry from the air. The dense raindrops fell heavily on the windshield, instantly forming a water curtain to cover our sight, and the car had to slow down and drive hard. Suddenly I found that there were no raindrops outside the window, and the road was actually dry. Only a few faint white clouds are floating in the air, which is amazing! It's like we just jumped out of the water curtain cave. Just as I was daydreaming, I drove to an area where it was raining heavily. In a short time, we passed through the dark clouds again. It's already ten o'clock at night. Through the clouds, I can actually see a faint red rhyme coming out. I know this is the afterglow of the sunset. It seems that the cloud is inlaid with a Phnom Penh, which is very beautiful! I don't know how long it took, but I finally got home and saw my grandparents I missed very much, and my lovely little brother (uncle's son). Because of our arrival, the family is finally reunited. We eat together, and we have a lot of laughter and fun. This is really an unforgettable reunion festival.

Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion. For some people, it is too difficult to go home for the New Year. You can enjoy the moon anywhere tonight. There is only one moon, and there is only one moon in your hometown.

Composition 3: I want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival like this.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival has finally arrived.

Today, my brother and I got up early in the morning to make our own orange lanterns. Because I want to take it to litchi park to enjoy the moon. It didn't take much time to make two small lanterns, and my parents bought many snacks that we usually like to eat. Soon it was dark, everything was ready, and we set off.

After walking for almost twenty minutes, we arrived at the gate of litchi park. Looks like I can't wait. I took my parents by the hand and hurried in. I was shocked when I entered the park, and red lanterns were hung everywhere. These red lanterns represent festivals.

With the flow of people, we finally found a meadow. Dad helped mom spread the cloth and put the delicious food on it. Then carefully place the orange lights, and we begin to appreciate the moon. Soon the moon came out, but Sister Moon seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with us. Hide in the clouds for a while, and then come out, like a naughty child.

While enjoying the moon, we heard many legends about the origin of the moon and moon cakes from our father. After listening to my father's story, I was surprised that there were so many legends about the moon. Looking up at the moon at the moment, # This article comes from the college entrance examination resource network end# I can't help reading Li Bai's poem: Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home. Reminds me of my hometown and my relatives in my hometown!

The moon is bright. It's time for us to go home. See you in the Mid-Autumn Festival, see you in Litchi Park, and I will come again in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year.

Composition 4: I want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival like this.

She has a small world with dreams.

One day, she dreamed that a pair of wings with Phnom Penh flew over her, and the soft feathers made her laugh. The laughter ran across the grassland and flew to the other side of the world. Like the appearance of the first ray of sunshine, the spewing of desert spring awakens people who are sleeping in big cities.

Including my father who works in Guangzhou, I also received a phone call from the Inner Mongolia prairie. Yaya, what are you doing at home? Grandma, are you obedient?

Such words are repeated over and over again, filling the gap between father and daughter, but Yaya loves to hear them, because the lines are full of love.

Yaya's father is a bricklayer, honest and dutiful, and keeps this family together with a shovel, which makes both his daughter and father very hard.

One night, Yaya dreamed of her father. She dreamed that her father unfortunately fell down at work and broke his leg.

My pillow was wet when I woke up. There is no telephone installed at home, and she wants to call her father to say hello.

She looked at the stars in the sky through that small window. When she was young, she couldn't understand people blinking at the stars, and she still doesn't. . Hearing from her father that there were many stars, she thought there must be some on her father's side, so she made a wish to a star and told her father's star partner not to make him too tired, but she didn't tell the star about the dream.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Yaya dreams of a pair of wings, flying in the air.

The envelope was dropped, and there was a greeting from my father. There is an article that says:

A few tears slipped down my cheeks.

Yaya, I go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Composition 5: Go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival

The Mid-Autumn Festival coincides with the week-long National Day. At mother's urging, we all returned to the countryside with some books and radios. Mom is determined not to bring food. The food in the country is fresh and delicious, which is more delicious than that in the city.

There is a small building with a courtyard in my hometown. I spent my growing years here from ten to twenty, which is an extremely important part of my growing up. When I got home, everything was dusty, old and musty. The most exciting ones are my 60-year-old mother and my 6-year-old daughter. My mother is nostalgic, her daughter is curious, and she has a natural love for nature.

The first thing is cleaning. After a large-scale cleaning project, the inside and outside of the house are completely new, and the air inside the house is fresh and pleasant, which is extremely comfortable. The osmanthus in the yard has been growing for 18 years. Under the morning breeze and sunshine, the dense layers of pale yellow flowers are like orchids, which bloom implicitly against the green leaves. Warm, lazy, fragrant and floating, sweet-scented osmanthus, full of breeze sleeves, and poetic osmanthus rain. In my spare time, I wander around. The sky here is blue, the water is clear, the mountains are shaded by trees, the fields are yellow, the layers are distinct, there are deep and shallow, there are fish in the water, there are birds in the mountains, and the air outside the window is particularly fresh and oxygen-rich.

In my mother's eyes, the Mid-Autumn Festival is sacred and relaxed, and the moon is the protagonist of the Mid-Autumn Festival. My mother prepared the tribute early, set up a small square table in the yard, washed her hands and worshipped the moon, which was very pious. If I would laugh at my mother's conservatism and pedantry on weekdays, I was moved by her piety today. It is precisely because of this piety that my mother will be happier than us, more easily satisfied with the beauty of peacetime, and more grateful for the triviality and ordinary life.

The family began to have dinner in the yard, chatting while eating, and the osmanthus fragrance was faint under the moon. The moon came out, the dog ate the moon, and mother was immersed in the past years. The night is as cool as water, and everything in the country seems to have a blood connection with her mother, and finally she understands her attachment to the old house.