Lighting the Heart Lamp Excellent Composition 1 In everyone's heart, there is a lamp that is not lit.
When I was young, there were several graves on both sides of the country road, and there were no street lamps. At that time, I was afraid of the dark. Walking on the road at night, I always feel that someone is following me. Every time, I will curl up in grandpa's arms and be surrounded by his warm big hands.
Gradually, I grew up, but I still didn't dare to walk alone on the road, but my grandfather was old and took my little hand with his warm big hand to accompany me through that road.
One day, I rode home as usual, turned the corner and drove to the path that scared me. Riding on the road, the worn-out bicycle makes a "cheep, cheep" sound, which is particularly clear. I look back from time to time, and I always feel a pair of eyes staring at me in the corner behind me, and my eyes keep searching. Suddenly I found a pair of black eyes in the grass in front of me, and I accelerated my speed. Suddenly it meowed and scared me into a cold sweat. It turned out to be a wild cat.
I walked on in fear, vaguely feeling that there was a little light ahead. Further on, the light is getting closer and closer to me, and the road ahead is getting brighter and brighter. Take a closer look and find it is a lamp. "Who put it here, so kind!" I thought to myself.
Since then, every time I come back, I will have this lamp to accompany me through the long and dark road, and I will take it back every morning.
That day, I deliberately went to bed late, in the dead of night, got up and got out of bed, and secretly hid behind the door. Suddenly I couldn't help shivering-it was so cold! The cold wind is howling outside, and I can't help but feel a chill standing behind the door.
I leaned my head against the wall and looked out secretly. Sure enough, there was a rickety figure climbing the old ladder under the lamp, slowly, slowly. By moonlight, I can clearly see the man's side face. Ah! It turned out to be grandpa! So many days, it turns out that grandpa has been lighting a lamp for me!
The cold wind is still howling! Tears blurred my vision. Grandpa has never forgotten that I am afraid of the dark and timid. When I was a child, he would hold my hand. Now, he is old and I have grown up, but he is still lighting the way for me and dispelling my inner fears. Grandpa, you not only lit up the dark road ahead for me, but also lit up a lamp in my heart, a heart lamp that is no longer afraid of darkness and only knows how to move forward!
Grandpa, you lit the heart lamp for me. In the future, I will hold your hand, walk the road you and I have walked together, and light the lamp in your heart that is afraid of loneliness.
Light the heart lamp in the early morning of late autumn, a layer of tiny frost flowers appeared on the dark green grass leaves, and the leaves slowly fell with the wind, and the whole world swayed in the cold of autumn. I sat in the seat by the window, glancing out of the window again and again: it's almost time for class, why hasn't she come yet?
The cold wind kept invading from the door, so I couldn't help sneezing and looked out of the window unconsciously. Is she really angry? I rubbed my hands and rubbed my head hard, feeling very regretful.
Just yesterday afternoon, when we were walking together, she suddenly smiled mysteriously and said to me, "Let me show you my baby!" " ""what baby? "I am used to her expression, so I am not interested at all." Hum, look at your attitude towards me. Not good at all. I won't show you! "Looking at her serious expression, I was very interested and asked," What is the treasure? "Show me quickly!" "Hey, hey," she gave me a naughty smile. "I won't give it to you!" I knew she was joking with me again, so I just grabbed her bag with one hand, but she instinctively grabbed it. The process of pushing each other seems to be only one second, and I saw something fly out of the bag we pulled. After the shock, the world was silent.
"ah! My music box! " With her scream, I suddenly felt awakened. The small box with exquisite packaging and her favorite pink decoration has been lying on the ground, making a broken sound and several cracks. Decorations are scattered all over the floor, and there are many crystals that reflect strong light under the setting sun. Looking at all this, she froze. I also paused.
Finally, she stepped forward gently, crouched down slowly, slowly lifted the box with trembling hands, and waited quietly for a long time until tears came down. I suddenly panicked and didn't know how to comfort her and express my apologies. I just kept saying, "I'm sorry!" "
But instead of listening to my advice, she cried even harder. So I became impatient from the guilt at the beginning: "Hey, will you stop crying?" It's also a big deal to throw you a music box! "
At this moment, she looked up at me and said loudly, "This is my birthday present for my father, which contains photos of my family. How do you compensate? " ! "Say that finish, she left angrily.
I know her father is away from home all the year round. Every time her father comes back, she is as happy as being born again. This is her happiest thing. Then, she should have spent a lot of thought on her father's birthday present! I just ...
Seeing the way she left angrily, my heart suddenly turned black and there was no light. I'm confused. Is this the end of our friendship for many years?
Another cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shrinking my neck and pulling my thoughts back. My eyes unconsciously glanced out of the window-ah, the familiar figure was already sitting there. I saw her expression without any unhappiness, and there was no trace of crying. Her appearance is calm. I know that music box made her very surprised and sad. I looked down in shame and didn't dare to look at her. My heart is dark and heavy, and I'm afraid she can't forgive me.
After class, she came to my desk and gently put down a piece of paper.
I can't wait to open it and see her sincere words: the music box is gone, but it won't affect my father's love for me, so it won't affect our friendship! Hey hey, don't worry! Let's have dinner after school!
Nothing is more reassuring, and there is no more beautiful language. In just a few words, my heart warmed up. Her words are like a lamp, illuminating my heart. That is the heart lamp of friendship, so warm and bright!
Light the heart lamp. 3. instantly light up the heart lamp. -inscription
Today's temperature is about-12℃. Although the weather was cold, it didn't restrain our enthusiasm for the first trip.
Along the way, 14 cars lined up and headed for the mountains. The scenic spots along the way range from high-rise buildings to low-rise bungalows to low hills and mountains.
On the hill, patches of wind turbines stand there, the three-meter-long impeller is spinning, and the vegetation is fluttering in the wind, as if waving to us and clapping for our arrival. The river has frozen, like a big mirror, forming a beautiful scenery with its surroundings.
Along the rugged mountain road and several kilometers of cement road, we finally came to our destination: Dataoshan Village. As soon as I arrived at the village entrance, I was greeted by rows of neat and low red tile mud houses. In the middle of the village, there is a wide and tidy street that runs east and west. Under the low wall by the roadside, three or five elderly people who are nearly eighty years old are leaning against the wall to bask in the sun, and their faces are full of smiles. In the sun, all this seems particularly gentle. We walked into a house along a path paved with stones. When we walked into the yard, the scene in front of us surprised me: there were only corn stalks, a pumping well and rusty stalks hanging down in the corner. But the yard is very tidy.
We followed our parents to meet the owner and his family. The owner of the house went out to meet him with a smile, with cracks on his lips, wrinkles on his simple face, an outdated brown-gray cotton cap, faded cotton-padded jacket, dusty cotton trousers and shoes. Although he can walk, he is blind and almost unable to work. The mother of the child is bedridden all the year round because of illness, and there are two children with excellent grades.
The group of children we came to moved the condolences to the house. Teacher Sun is holding the old man's hand tightly to be caring and attentive. His children have a firm attitude towards the red envelope given by Teacher Sun. Teacher Sun ordered, "Son, you must accept it. This is the aspiration and expectation of these caring people. I hope you will continue to work hard and take good care of your parents and brother. We will come again. Let us know in time if you have any difficulties. " The child's tears can't stop flowing downwards, and he keeps wiping the tears on his cheeks with his hands. Teacher Sun said, "Don't cry, be strong, because you have a bigger and warmer home now."
At this time, the father groped for a bag of roasted peanuts from the room with both hands, and let each of us take one. Under the care of sunshine, his face and smile are so sincere and unforgettable.
Time to go. He forced Mr. Sun, who came out of the room, to grab peanuts. I saw Mr. Sun put his hand into the bag, grabbed it hard, took it to the mouth of the bag and let it go. Peanuts fell back into the bag again, and I was puzzled.
We got on the bus and looked back. The kind old father, with the help of his children, looked at us at the alley mouth. Although he couldn't see us, he waved to our backs until he left our sight.
My heart can't be calm for a long time, for this family, for these two children, or for myself? I don't know, but I know that the love activities organized by Zhucheng "Xingzhi Sunshine Public Welfare Team" in "Little Northeast" that our parents let us participate in made me feel deeply.
I have been thinking that in such a difficult living environment, they still achieved excellent results, and they will be examples for us to learn. They are not afraid of difficulties, and the spirit of hard work is worth learning. ...
At this moment, a ray of sunshine and love warmed the whole winter, and the cold gradually subsided. In the praise of parents, we walked to the next stop.
Lighting the heart lamp for 4 weekends, my family and I went to the book city. There is a particularly lively square outside the book city. Some people are singing, some are writing calligraphy and some are drawing. My mother and I ran around there, and I drew a portrait. I am very excited.
It was winter, but the sun was exceptionally bright. We ran around excitedly and looked around. My mother, who is usually serious, had a whim and even asked someone else to draw a portrait for me.
In a corner of the square, I suddenly found that there were many people there, so I leaned in curiously. It turned out that an uncle with a kind face was painting calligraphy and painting. He used magic to turn every Chinese character into a vivid animal or plant. What's even weirder is that he doesn't take money? ! However, after he finished painting, someone still forced money from him. I really don't understand. Does he want to make more money in this free way? I am full of doubts.
I don't know when that uncle suddenly looked at me, smiled at me and said kindly, little girl, do you want to draw, too? Come on, I'll draw you one. What's your name?
I am slightly stunned: thank you, uncle! My name is Wen Jingyu, and I have no money with me!
Hehe, didn't we say no money? Wen Jingyu is a beautiful name! He sketched and colored me carefully as he spoke, and in a short time, the pattern came out very decently.
This uncle paints very beautifully. He painted the left stroke of the text into a lifelike dragon. Simple colors make me feel comfortable. But strangely, my uncle always puts his left hand in his pocket and never takes it out.
I was wondering when he said to me, Little Sister, I especially like the word "Wan" in your name. I know this means the rising sun.
Standing in the sun, praised by him, I was really at a loss, but my heart was warmer than before. He smiled and drew a dazzling sun on the plaque. It's so wonderful, so pleasing to the eye!
Just as he was about to turn around, I found his left arm was empty! I was filled with joy just now, but I don't know why I felt ashamed for a moment. I am ashamed of my previous doubts about him, and I am ashamed that I can't repay him with kindness.
Wenjing Palace is the quiet sun rising in Ran Ran in winter! All right, it's done! Wen Qijing, please take it away! Just when I was distracted by shame, I saw my uncle holding calligraphy and painting in his right hand and a kind smile on his face. I quickly accepted this beautiful gift of love. From his calm and kind eyes, I seem to see a self-sufficient and perfect sun, which, like a bright and dazzling fire, dispels self-righteous prejudice and pity in my heart and lights up my pure and undyed heart lamp.
On my way home, I kept looking back at my uncle. His thin figure grew taller in the sunset.
Thanks to this unknown uncle, a physically disabled person, his perfect soul and his passionate love, which lit up my young and fragile heart lamp.
Light the Heart Lamp 5 Perhaps only a warm beam of light will be used to gather into a fiery power to light the candle in front of us. When it illuminates the darkness in front of us and drives away the fear, what remains in my heart is tenderness.
What kind of night was it? The darkness that came during the long-term power outage is that you use a beam of light-unyielding and strong light to penetrate the darkness, illuminate your eyes, shine on your heart one by one, and feel warm and firm.
On that dark night, the light went out after a little moan. Looking at the pen and paper in front of me, my heart is full of helplessness and unwillingness. With a gentle greeting, a figure came slowly and faced your bright eyes at the window. I froze in the darkness before me, and then I asked you the solution: "Well, what should I do?" Although the tone is full of helplessness, there is a trace of undue schadenfreude in my heart.
"Light it with a candle!" You suggest so. I was scared by your "unusual" idea, but after all, there is only one reason to insist on writing and only one encouragement. Walking into the kitchen by the dim moonlight, I found some candle heads. You also found a lighter at the right time, arranged several small candle heads in order, and lit them patiently one by one. Through the sporadic fire, I can see your expression is focused and dignified. But even so, the fire was eventually swallowed up by darkness.
Just as you were thinking about what to do, you came soon and found a flashlight in the corner. A crisp voice lit up the pen and paper in front of me, and the beam of light seemed to light up the front.
"You have to remember that you can do anything today and there will be something tomorrow, so it is more practical to do what you should do today."
As if awakened, suddenly enlightened. This sentence gave me the reason and determination to persist, as if I had sorted out the present and the future at once. Even a slight education will light up the future and make me more determined to persevere in the face of darkness and difficulties.
I looked at the light in front of me and sprinkled it gently on the table. Paper and pen seem to be full of vitality, which makes me involuntarily pick up the pen, write down and continue to write. In order to keep the light path, my hand stood stiff and trembled slightly, and I accelerated the writing speed. Take a few deep breaths under that light, as if to breathe the warmth and strength given by that light into your heart, so that your heart will be warm forever and that light will last forever.
Let the candle in your heart light up the road ahead. No matter how dark the road is, the light in your heart still illuminates the front.
Light up the heart lamp because I dream of embracing the bright blue sky. So thousands of streams meander eastward, stirring up the waves of life, and finally the sea welcomes them with open arms.
Because of the dream of becoming the most beautiful scenery in the world, a pool of stagnant water on the top of the mountain shattered without hesitation, flew down and finally became a magnificent and beautiful waterfall.
Dream, light a heart lamp for you, hone and achieve your unchanging wish.
Hugo once said, "A life without an ideal is an unfortunate life." Yes, a person, without a beautiful dream, will have no persistent pursuit and perseverance, then his life will be mediocre, lose charm and become meaningless.
It is precisely because millions of suffering people can get the flowers of happiness and freedom that Mao Zedong will always struggle on the revolutionary battlefield regardless of difficulties; It is precisely because I want to make the whole world bright: Edison will continue to look for filament materials after many failures of 1000; It is precisely because he wants to find the truth of science and explore the mysteries of the universe that Einstein will forget all about eating and sleeping and work hard. It is precisely because of this backward and ignorant nation that Mr. Lu Xun picked up the pen of fighting, stabbed the enemy's heart and awakened the sleeping China.
Just as a stream flows to the sea and is smashed to pieces by rocks, the reality of dreams will be defeated by reality. Just as stagnant water is about to become a waterfall and burst, the reality of dreams cannot be separated from reality. Roman. Roland once said: "In order to uncover the beautiful mystery of life and achieve the secret of fragrance, I would like to cry and suffer for my life!" "
I hope we can all light the lamp of dreams, accept growth and baptism on the rugged road of life, and "I will ride the wind and waves one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" in the realistic river.
Light the heart lamp for 7 nights, and it strikes again! It is always so heartless that it takes away the bright world. The night is lonely, cruel and terrible! I hate night, because I am a firefly without a small lantern. I got lost in the dark. ...
Once upon a time, I had that little diamond-like lantern, but once, I lost it, so I lost dancing in the dark forever.
During the day, like other fireflies, I hide under the green leaves to avoid the hot summer light. Partners like quiet nights and hate noisy days. Only I, a poor bug without a small lantern, like noisy days. Although I am afraid of the vicious sunshine, only in this way can I be like my friend. I'm not a particularly poor bug.
However, the past days were dark, and black nightclubs came. In the dark, I was alone in the dark corner. There was silence around, and occasionally a ray of cold moonlight shone darkly on the earth, which made people afraid. I quietly looked at the glittering figures of my friends.
"Son, why are you hiding here? My friend is looking for you. " My mother heard my tears and found me. She said anxiously, "Come with my mother quickly, and be careful to meet the enemy."
"No, I'd rather be eaten by the enemy. I am a cripple, and it is useless to live in the world. " I said stubbornly.
"Son, the light is in your heart. As long as there is a small lantern that will never go out in your heart, you will not lose your way even in the dark. You see, if there is no small lantern, isn't there less chance of being discovered by the enemy? " Mother said earnestly.
I am deeply touched, but I still dare not face myself. How can my heart light up? I asked myself over and over again. Mother took my hand and said, "fly, son." So we flew over the golden wheat ridge, the houses with flashing lights, and the rivers covered with broken silver moonlight. The night is long, and the ruthless night takes away the light, but it can't take away the light in the heart of the thing that wants to shine. So the heart lamp lights up in my heart bit by bit. Finally, my heart finally became as bright and pure as the day that just lit up, releasing the Buddha as a happy angel on earth. Without little lanterns, my heart is the brightest lamp in the dark, illuminating my way forward.
I think, as long as we light up our hearts, then all difficulties and obstacles will say goodbye to you! In the dark, I still don't have a little lantern, but I have found my own little lantern …
Lighting the Heart Lamp Excellent Composition 8 Walking on the bluestone path of life, I feel the joys and sorrows of life. A ray of summer sunshine, holding a pile of winter snowflakes, makes the frozen ice in my heart melt like snowflakes under the irradiation of sunshine, giving off warmth and light. ...
My family lives in an old-fashioned house. The circuit is in disrepair and there are frequent power outages. Every time my parents are at home, I don't feel lonely and afraid. But when my grandmother was in hospital and my parents were away, I spent a warm and bright "Black Saturday".
"..." The familiar sound of the circuit burning suddenly plunged me into an atmosphere of fear. The sky outside is dead silent, the moon is covered with dark clouds, and there is no light in the sky. I was surrounded by darkness, curled up in a corner of the room and sobbed softly.
"Dangdang Dangdang ..." The knock at the door startled me. My parents won't come back tonight. Does anyone want to break into houses? I choked back my sobs and held my breath, afraid to make any more noise. People outside the door are still banging on the door, and I am already flustered. My clenched fist is wet with sweat and I am very nervous.
"Elder sister, I am Bobo next door. I know that you are afraid of the dark and have given you candles. " A gentle voice came into my ears and my heart finally recovered. I waved my sleeves and wiped my sweat, stumbling to find the door.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a faint light. By the light, I saw the boy Bobo holding a burning red candle high. Red candles lit up all around, reflecting Bobo's red face and his smiling eyes. I don't know what to say. Bobo is a blind child. He was blind in an accident, but he was blind but not blind. He is always ready to help others, giving his inner light to others and lighting their hearts. I quickly took the candle with a smile and said, "It's very kind of Bobo to know that my sister is afraid of the dark and gave me a candle. What a bright angel. Don't lose heart, your eyes will be fine. " Bobo looked up and said, "Mom said that as long as you have confidence in the world, you will succeed. Because God has closed my window to see the world with my eyes, but not my heart, I can still look at the world with my heart, help others more and light others' hearts. " I touched his head and said, "Well, hurry back, or my aunt will be in a hurry." "I know. "
Back in the house, I came to my desk by the light of a candle, thinking back to what Bobo had said. "Look at the world with your heart and light up other people's hearts." Yes, it should be. The eyes can only see the appearance of the world, and the essence should be seen with heart. Although the light of the candle is weak, it warms my fearful heart, illuminates my heart, and makes me learn to look at the world attentively.
The sky outside seems to be no longer dark. The moon came to the world through the haze and sprinkled the soft moonlight on the earth and people's hearts.
Light up the heart lamp excellent composition 9 Everyone will have a bright lamp in his heart. Like a little lantern in the forgotten river, it guides the way home. This little lamp, it is quietly hidden, quietly hidden in every place in your heart. Until a certain time, someone quietly walks into your heart, wipes off the old dust on the door, and becomes a bright lamp, illuminating you, shining in a corner of your heart, shining in the cleanest place in your heart, at the tip of your heart.
Since childhood, mathematics has always been the worst course, and primary school mathematics has never been 90 points, with a maximum of 90 points. In the teacher's eyes, I am a girl with two big black eyes and messy hair. The teacher can't do anything about my math scores. Every time I take a math exam, I walk into the examination room with a feeling that the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever.
When I first saw her, I was surprised: most of the teachers who teach mathematics are male teachers, and I rarely see female teachers teaching mathematics. She smiled and told us that her last name was Zhou. I saw her sunny smile, and my mouth couldn't help rising. Her smile, like a beam of sunshine, shines into my heart and lights up the little lamp that has accumulated dust for a long time in my heart.
I began to listen to math class carefully. Even as a night owl, I try to go to bed early to avoid falling asleep in class the next day. I was really sleepy in class, so I took a big bite on my arm. The curved crescent print was pretty good. With the accumulation of tooth marks on my arm, my math scores have improved. I used to be a frequent visitor to math detention, and now I try to stay in school.
I like teacher Zhou's sunny smile, which can brush away all the scars in my heart and make me stop crying. Recalling the results of the first monthly exam, Teacher Zhou patted me on the shoulder and said, "You got a hundred points"; Dozing off in class, Teacher Zhou said: "Come on; Before the final exam, Teacher Zhou's embrace was full of "European spirit" ...... Past events were intertwined in my mind, and past events emerged in my mind one by one. Time really runs like a monster with feet. However, the little light in my heart never went out.
Teacher Zhou later stopped teaching in our school for physical reasons. But I will continue to light up my heart for Teacher Zhou. I saw a sentence in the group a few days ago, and I didn't know how precious it was until I lost it. My tears couldn't help anymore, and the tears as big as beans hit the screen of the mobile phone. People on the subway looked at me strangely as if I were some kind of monster.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Swallows will convey my thoughts for me, fallen flowers will continue to write my past, and the bright light in my heart will illuminate my way forward and will never go out.
Light the heart lamp 10 and cross the threshold of the stairs, and I can't help but feel nervous: it's another sixteen-step hidden ladder. It's winter now. If someone spills water on the steps, it's in trouble. ...
Strange, why didn't I remember to buy and install the voice-activated light bulb? Ten dollars and eight dollars is nothing. But it's so late ... come on, buy it tomorrow.
I finally groped for the stairs to go upstairs. Suddenly, a light on the stairs lit up, and the front of me was suddenly bright. Who is so kind? Curious, I looked up at the lamp. It turned out that the light in front of the blind grandmother's house was on.
Grandma has lived alone for many years, as if no children had come to visit her. Once I asked her if it was convenient to live alone, and she smiled and said to me, "There is no neighbor like you." One sentence made my face a little feverish.
I went upstairs easily, turned around and took another look at the bright lights. The yellow light gently illuminates the road where people walk in the corridor.
I suddenly feel that the lamp is more and more like a blind grandmother. Although her eyes can't see, her heart can see, and she can understand the warmth and coldness of the world. How did she install this lamp? My eyes blurred and a warm current came to my mind.
I hurried to my door, and the lights at my door greeted me home. I opened the door and went in. I didn't turn off the light in front of my house as usual. I want it to light up the road under my feet with the light of grandma's house for the next person who wants to go upstairs or downstairs.
At this time, I felt my heart was also lit up.