关于描写月亮的英语作文高二

　　关于描写月亮的英语作文高二1

　　During the summer vacation, my aunt in the country with the Qiandao Lake for a period of time. Every night, I and aunt one family sitting in front of the new bridge. I found that the moon is very beautiful very beautiful. The moon seem like very ordinary, but it can not. The light is soft, not too bright, no light reflection.

　　Although it is not like the sun to shine on the earth, but bright and clear. The moon looks are always different, sometimes round as a plate, sometimes sad, sometimes as small as small as ... ... Beautiful beautiful. But it seems to always have a touch of sadness, but reduced its beauty. But no matter how the moon change, there is a kind of beauty that can not say, I want it.

　　关于描写月亮的英语作文高二2

　　The Fascinating Moonrise

　　There is a hill near my home that I often climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-off murmur. In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls. But it is the drama of the moonrise that I come to see. For that restores in me a quiet and clarity that the city spends too freely.

　　From this hill I have watched many moons rise. Each one had its own mood. There have been broad, confident harvest moons in autumn; shy, misty moons in spring; lonely, white winter moons rising into the utter silence of an ink-black sky and smoke-smudged orange moons over the dry fields of summer. Each, like fine music, excited my heart and then calmed my soul.

　　But we, who live indoors, have lost contact with the moon. The glare of street lights and the dust of pollution veil the night sky. Though men have walked on the moon, it grows less familiar. Few of us can say what time the moon will rise tonight.

　　Still, it tugs at our minds.

　　If we unexpectedly encounter the full moon, huge and yellow over the horizon, we are helpless but to stare back at its commanding presence. And the moon has gifts to bestow upon those who watch.

　　I learned about its gifts one July evening in the mountains. My car had mysteriously stalled, and I was stranded and alone. The sun had set, and I was watching what seemed to be the bright-orange glow of a forest fire beyond a ridge to the east. Suddenly, the ridge itself seemed to burst into flame. Then, the rising moon, huge and red and grotesquely misshapen by the dust and sweat of the summer atmosphere, loomed up out of the woods. Distorted thus by the hot breath of earth, the moon seemed ill-tempered and imperfect. Dogs at nearby farmhouse barked nervously, as if this strange light had wakened evil spirits in the weeds.

　　But as the moon lifted off the ridge it gathered firmness and authority. Its complexion changed from red, to orange, to gold, to impassive yellow. It seemed to draw light out of the darkening earth, for as it rose, the hills and valleys below grew dimmer. By the time the moon stood clear of the horizon, full-chested and round and of the colour of ivory, the valleys were deep shadows in the landscape. The dogs, reassured that this was the familiar moon, stopped barking. And all at once I felt a confidence and joy close to laughter.

　　The drama took an hour. Moonrise is slow and serried with subtleties. To watch it, we must slip into an older, more patient sense of time.

　　To watch the moon move inflexibly higher is to find an unusual stillness within ourselves. Our imaginations become aware of the vast distance of space, the immensity of the earth and the huge improbability of our own existence. We feel small but privileged.

　　Moonlight shows us none of life’s harder edges. Hillsides seem silken and silvery, the oceans still and blue in its light. In moonlight we become less calculating, more drawn to our feelings.

　　关于描写月亮的英语作文高二3

　　As the Autumn Festival came, my family decided to asked my uncle and his families to come to my house and spent this day together. I was so happy. Early in the morning, my cousins came, then we played around the house. Our parents were busy in the kitchen. There must be delicious food for us to share.

　　When it got dark, all the people stood in the balcony. We talked and played the game, waiting for the biggest moon. It was such a beautiful moment. We did not do this often, because the parents were busy with their work all the time. At about eight o’clock, the moon became very clean, and it lighted up the whole world. I ate the moon-cake and saw people celebrated in their ways. Some people made a wish by lighting a Kongming lantern, making the sky look wonderful.

　　关于描写月亮的英语作文高二4

　　About Mid-Autumn Festival, the annual celebrations include many ingredients such as eating mooncakes, lighting lanterns, fire dragon dance, family dinner and enjoying the moonlight....

　　Talking about enjoying the midnight moon and eating mooncakes in Mid-Autumn day(中秋赏月zhōngqiūshǎngyuè) , there is a sad love story behind the mooncakes, it's about houyi(后羿) and chang'e(嫦娥).

　　Who is houyi?

　　He is a mythological hero in Chinese literature.

　　Houyi was a skilled archer in 2100BC and his story happened in the ancients. There were ten suns in the sky at that time, which were actually birds – sun-birds. One day, the sun-birds decided to fly, all ten of them, across the sky. Then the earth started scorching , crops were withered and people were thirsty to die. Houyigraciously shot down nine of the ten birds and remained one, saving the earth, and was rewarded with a pill that would grant eternal life.

　　关于描写月亮的英语作文高二5

　　Said from the moon, we will begin to think of the bed before the moon light, the suspect is on the ground frost. Look at the bright moon, looking down and think of home." This song as the enlightenment by poetry, is very simple, once let me confused why this poem will never sung? So we can say that the Chinese will recite.

　　The Mid Autumn Festival evening, our whole family went out for a walk. Look up, a bright moon hanging above our heads, looks like a big plate of white paint on the brush hanging in the sky, it is very bright. We walked walked, see that the bright moonlight shines in a tree, the tree straight straight stand there, like a trained police. Looking at the moon, I suddenly remembered when my grandmother told me the story of "the moon". Grandma said, is the panacea medicine ate her husband Hou Yi, fly on the sky. When I was a child I had never learned to read and thought it was really, but now I grow up, learn "fly to the moon in this lesson, you know, the moon is no Chinese mythology in the palace, cinnamon, Chang and rabbit, nor in Greek mythology, the goddess. The moon only rugged rock deserts and distant mountains stands.

　　I must tell her the truth of the old man's house, and let her know the science.

　　I hope that in the near future, the moon will become our second home.

　　一说起月亮，大家首先会想起“床前明月光，疑是地上霜。举头望明月，低头思故乡。”这首做为启蒙用的诗，极奇为简单，曾让我迷惑的是这首诗为什么会传唱不绝?以至于是会说中国话的就会背诵。

　　中秋节的晚上，我们全家出去散步。抬头一看，一轮明月挂在我们的头顶上方，看上去像一个被刷上洁白油漆的大盘子“挂”在天空中，显得十分明亮。我们走着走着，看到那明亮的月光照在一棵树上，那棵树直直地挺立在那儿，就像一名训练有素的民警。看着月亮，我忽然想起小时候奶奶给我讲的《嫦娥奔月》的故事。奶奶说，是嫦娥偷吃了丈夫后羿的灵丹药，飞上了天。小时候我没学过，以为是真的，可是，现在我长大了，学了《飞向月球》这一课，就知道了，月亮上是没有中国神话中所说的宫殿、桂树、嫦娥和玉兔，也没有希腊神话中所讲的女神。月球上只有巨石嶙峋的荒原和远处耸立着的高山。

　　我一定要把这个科学道理告诉她老人家，让她也懂懂科学。

　　我希望在不久的将来，月球一定会成为我们的第二个家园。