Writing in the middle of the night 1 As night falls, the cold wind beats against the window inexplicably.
A difficult problem has become my stumbling block. No matter how hard I rack my brains, I just can't figure it out. I slumped on the stool in frustration.
The movement in the living room made me seem to have caught a lifeline. I ran to my father in lightning speed and couldn't wait to ask him. But dad still played with his mobile phone casually and showed me as air. I am so angry that I can't fight. Hopefully, I rushed to my mother again. "I think." My mother didn't even think about it. Without looking up, she left a sentence coldly. I feel as if I had been struck by lightning. I was so angry that I had to reluctantly go back to my room.
I tried hard to think seriously, but the question seemed to be against me, and my thoughts disappeared without a trace. My mind is blank and I can't help feeling depressed. The cold wind is still howling, and the night is already deep. I sat stupefied on the stool, completely desperate and disheartened about this problem.
I feel like I've fallen into an ice hole, and it's dark in front of me.
There is no movement in the living room. The moonlight shone on the table through the window, and the moon remained alone in the air. But now I'm sitting in a room where I can hear the needle fall, and my heart is empty. Suddenly, a phrase "persistence is victory" came to my mind, which made my confidence come alive again. I face it again, less impatient and more patient. The pen tip danced "waltz" again, and the inspiration flashed instantly, and the eyes suddenly became clear. It is really "there is no way to solve doubts, and there is another village." It worked. I cheered. The moonlight has also become warm.
Persistence is victory, which will bring us the most beautiful scenery; Persistence is victory, which will send us to the other side of success; Persistence is victory, and it will let us taste the fragrance of success. ...
There is a kind of love that is the purest and most selfless in the world, and that is maternal love. My mother gives me love everywhere. She silently gave me too much, but never asked for anything in return.
It was late at night in summer. I woke up from my sleep. When I opened my eyes in a daze, I saw my mother standing in front of my bed, searching the corner and bedside carefully. It turns out that my mother is helping me catch mosquitoes in order to have a good sleep! I looked up at the bedside clock. It's already past 1 p.m. I said to my mother with some distress: "mom, don't look for it, it's too late, you go to bed!" " My mother touched my head and said, "Go to sleep. I must go to school tomorrow morning. It doesn't matter if my mother stays up late. " Looking at my mother's tired eyes, I can't tell you how I feel.
Another time in the middle of the night, I woke up and saw the light in the living room still on. I am curious. When I walked to the door and saw my mother still sitting in front of the computer, I suddenly understood that after my mother helped me finish my homework, I had to finish my homework in order not to affect my rest and sleep. She works too hard! I went up to my mother and said, "Mom, it's so late. Don't be so tired. Do it tomorrow! " "My mother hugged me and said with a smile," Go to sleep. You must finish today's work. "Looking at my mother's haggard face, my heart hurts again. ...
Motherly love is like dandelion, scattered in every corner of life. I want to say, mom, thank you for your love! When I grow up, I am no longer a noisy child. I will try my best to help you, and I will love you as much as you love me!
Midnight composition 3 Late at night, Brother Stationery fell asleep. But I don't know why, there was a fierce quarrel between the pen and the automatic lead from Ariel's study.
The pen said proudly, "Hum, you black thing, you are so old-fashioned!"! Ugly, you are useless now! Look at me, wearing a neat suit, how beautiful! Also, my handwriting is very smooth, which is far from you! "
"You don't self-righteous, I admit that I am out of date, but my handwriting is also very round! Besides, if you write something wrong with me, you can ask Sister Rubber to help you erase it. Unlike you, if you are wrong, you have to cross it out. If it is not good, it will be painted as a knot in one's heart. Don't you feel ugly? " Automatic lead retorted angrily.
Of course, the pen will not admit defeat. He stared at the automatic fuse and said proudly, "What's the big deal? You can use correction fluid! You are not very capable. When writing hard pen calligraphy, the pen tip will break when you force it. And I have never seen such a thing! "
"That your pen won't break? Automatic guided inquiry.
The pen got stuck and was silent for a while to answer the automatic lead.
After a while, the pen shyly said to the automatic lead; "I'm sorry, I shouldn't look down on you. We all have our own shortcomings and advantages. " "It doesn't matter, I am also wrong. Let's make progress together! " Automatic lead also blushed and said, "Let's be good friends as before!" " "
Ariel's study was calm again. Sister Moon looked at the pen and automatic lead outside the window and showed a happy smile.
Self-evaluation: This is the homework assigned by the teacher. I guess that's what the whole class wrote. Bloggers, don't be bored!
In the middle of the night, in this lonely and cold night, the cool breeze buzzes everywhere, just like a hoarse voice full of trembling, telling the sadness of parting and telling a sad past. Although it's already half past 0/2 in the morning, I'm still not sleepy. I just don't want to fall asleep because I'm afraid I'll forget you if I go to bed too early. In fact, I am more afraid that when I wake up, you will leave my world and disappear from my sight.
It has been three years, it has been three years. How can I forget this love and this unforgettable feeling? I will never forget, I will always store this feeling in my memory, and I will always keep this feeling in my heart. At this moment, I looked at the bright moonlight outside the window and suddenly remembered your lovely and charming face. You are handsome, although you can't say you are really beautiful! But I think you are the most beautiful goddess in my heart, you have always been, and I think you may be in the future, especially your eyes and smile, which I will never forget. Your eyes are bright, clean and thorough, without a trace of distractions, emitting silver light and electric waves of youthful positive energy, which deeply stimulate and attract me. Your smile is very sweet, very sweet, which makes people feel very comfortable after reading it.
It can also be said that it gives people a real, simple, natural and elegant feeling. Your laughter is more beautiful, your smile is so warm, so simple, so hearty. I will never forget your smiling face in my life. We have been apart for three years, and I don't know how you are getting along in another strange city. Is it good or not? Do you think of me often or occasionally? Are you lonely? Lonely? Have you found true happiness now?
In the middle of the night, suddenly a ray of sunshine shone into my dream, so warm and gorgeous.
It was another dark night, nearly eleven o'clock. I absently opened my eyes and looked at the door habitually. The door clicked slightly, the doorknob moved slowly, and a ray of light spilled into my room. It's mom, and the most familiar figure comes as scheduled. She pushed the door open bit by bit, carefully, for fear of making any noise.
My mother tiptoed to my bed. She lit up a corner of the room with the light source of her mobile phone. God, on such a cold day, my mother came barefoot to cover me with a quilt, so as not to disturb my rest, and a warm current came over my face. She squatted by the bed and found my hands and feet sticking out of the quilt. So, she gently lifted my arm with one hand, and gently lifted the quilt with the other hand and put my hand under the bed. I squinted and stole a look at my mother. I saw that her face was as warm as the sun. I feel that my mother's breathing is much lighter, for fear of accidentally waking me up. Finally, my mother tucked me in, but she was still in no hurry to leave. She reached out and gently stroked my cheek. How warm mom's palms are! At this moment, all the warmth in the world is condensed in this room. Mother's face is a happy smile, and her mouth slightly rises. ...
Every night, this warm and touching scene will be staged in my room. It has become my mother's habit to tuck me in and look at me. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." The power of maternal love is like the sun shining brightly, warming our young hearts, illuminating our way forward and making our tomorrow more brilliant and beautiful!
Every night, I can find that ray of sunshine, and my dreams are always full of golden light and sweet fragrance. ...
Some people say that maternal love is great, some people say that maternal love is selfless, and some people say that maternal love is beautiful ... When it comes to maternal love, what catches my eye is the lights on at night.
I remember when I was in the second grade, my mother and I shared a room. Many nights, it was after I fell asleep for a long time that my mother fumbled for the bed. Although the sound is very low, it will still wake me up. I always shout angrily, "Why, I woke everyone up." At this time, my mother always comforted me softly with a little apology: "It's my mother's fault to bother you. Sleep, sleep! " "She patted me as she spoke and helped me to sleep early.
What the hell is mom doing at night? What is her secret? With this curiosity, one night, I quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to the study. Finally, I stood behind my mother. My mother is writing a book under the orange light. She found out the wrong questions in my exercise book and concentrated on copying them in a special wrong book. Oh, it turns out that my "mistake correction" was copied by my mother while I was sleeping. Besides, my mother is usually so busy at work that she has to do housework at home. Except this time, there is no time.
I can't help exclaiming loudly. My mother turned around in surprise and said with a smile, "Why don't you sleep so late?" Then she sighed lightly, closed the book and said, "Let's go, mom will sleep with you." Looking at my mother's tired appearance, I said nothing and went to bed. I seem to fall asleep to her gentle and rhythmic beating.
In my dream, I heard the light footsteps, the rustling of writing, and the lights on in the middle of the night, emitting the warm orange light. ...
In the middle of the night, my brother in a blue coat first told his misfortune: "my little master, my teeth are really dirty!" He often doesn't brush his teeth for more than ten days, and his mouth is like a stinking cave. I didn't know how to begin to understand last night. Grab me and brush hard, almost smoked to death by the smell! " The other toothbrushes frowned.
"We each have our own difficulties!" The little brother in the purple vest spoke, "My master insists on brushing his teeth every day, but how can he do it?" Every time you squeeze toothpaste into your body and put it in your mouth, three times left and three times right, like boxing, it will be over in less than a minute. As a result, his teeth were still covered with debris. Seeing that bacteria keep growing, I can't do my duty. I'm really anxious! "
Next to the small and exquisite toothbrush sister proudly said: "My little master will talk about hygiene! She heard the teacher talk about the importance of protecting teeth. Once, the teacher used a toothpick to collect samples from a classmate's teeth. From the microscope, she saw the dense bacteria crawling like bugs. Since then, every time she brushes her teeth, she has to clean her toothbrush according to the teacher's requirements! Every time I work in a sparsely populated place, my mood is very comfortable, and even my body exudes a fragrance. Don't believe you smell it! "
Everyone shook their heads when they heard Brother Toothbrush's concern. "I thought, how about making an announcement?" Sister Toothbrush said shyly.
In order to make everyone have healthy teeth, please abide by the following agreement: 1. Brush your teeth for three minutes. Be sure to brush every side of every tooth. 2. Brush your teeth in the right direction. You must brush your teeth. 3. Insist on brushing your teeth every morning and evening, and rinse your mouth after meals.
I have the habit of listening to songs when I sleep. Woke up in the middle of the night and found that mp3 was still on. Close your eyes, but you can't sleep. So, I opened the window and sat on the windowsill, listening to the music quietly.
Those flowers. I finally understand why so many people like this song. What touched me at that moment was not Pu Shu's clean voice, but the soul of that song. Lyrics. In an instant, I was pulled back to those memories. About me and my classmates. They helped me when my life was dying. No matter who it is, such memories are unforgettable.
That was in the social practice of the second day of junior high school. The whole class went climbing. We accidentally went the wrong way in the barren hills, and the class teacher didn't go up the mountain because of wearing high heels. The whole class got separated, grabbed the branches of pine trees on the steep hillside and probed with their feet bit by bit. I walked at the end of the line with a camera in my right hand. However, there are fewer and fewer people on the road. At that time, I stumbled, stepped on the yellow mud and slipped down the mountain at once. At that time, there was only one thought in my heart-finished! I covered my camera and fell off the mountain. At this time, the boy who walked in front of me in our class reached for my left wrist and lifted me up hard. I just found out that he held the pine tree by the roadside with one hand and grabbed me with the other. They helped the short boys and girls down the mountain all the way. I always felt that our class was not United, but only then did I really realize that our class was separate. Their unity is written in their hearts and will be reflected in times of crisis.
Once, I always had the illusion that once we were together, we would never be apart again. Today, I am about to graduate, and I realize that we are about to separate, and this separation may be farewell. And those young and frivolous feelings, so reckless, so honest and pure ... are coming to an end!
Fortunately, I accompanied them to drive. ...
In the middle of the night, composition 9 because of you, my world is better from now on; Because of you, my life is no longer monotonous; Because of you, my road is no longer wandering ... In the dark, you are a firefly that lights up my dream, and my simple and colorful life also lights up my mood for love. ...
When I was a child, I always held you with stories, which attracted people's comic books and picture books and often made me linger; Crystal fairy tales full of childlike interest, accompanied by children, I appreciate the beauty and bright yearning of human nature and have gone through an innocent childhood. ...
When I stepped into the outside world and campus, the famous works never left my hand. I walked into the hearts of the protagonists and appreciated their lives with empathy. Every night, I always worry about the wandering and confused singing of characters, and I always admire the noble character of celebrities secretly. At that time, I also liked to see you with novel information and current affairs, and then feel the world. From then on, I know that life is not only satisfaction, but also greed; It is sweet and sour; There is pain, but there is also happiness. ...
When I changed a rich world, stepped into the threshold of youth, and became more and more mature and steady, I fell in love with the life and hardships of you as a pretender, wandering in the world of characters and feeling the course they have experienced. I like the wonderful taste written by Bing Xin, Tagore and Pushkin, and I am fascinated by the lines.
It is more attractive to have you in the dark, hanging on the twinkling starry sky like a star, making the night sky more colorful. It is so clear, the deep and distant sea seems to be noisy only for you, like a lonely boat drifting alone on the sea, and the turbulent waves are no longer noisy. Because of you, the noisy and crowded world is quiet, as stable as a sleeping child. Because of you, the world has become warmer and full of dawn. When the red star rises from the horizon, you are the dazzling eternal star in my world, giving people breath and life.
So you are also a firefly in the dark. Since then, they have lit up my starry sky. ...
Writing 10 books in the middle of the night, just turning a page, is like opening a door to the soul. This book is a box, a very big box. In it, you can find what you want, and you can also pack and hide your sadness and troubles in it. But if you put these disappointments in, you will never get them again. Because it is like a lamp, it only gives you warmth and happiness, not sadness and cold.
It's late at night with the lights on. The soft light reflected gently on my little face. At this time, I was chewing the Selected Poems of Pushkin carefully. Dense fine print, like little stars, adorns my whole heart. I feel a little uneasy. I'm worried about tomorrow's exam. The hand holding the book gradually hangs down, and the tired eyes keep scanning the handwriting. Suddenly, a line caught my eye: "If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be sad." Seeing this poetic and philosophical sentence, I feel like I was awakened from my dream by a blow. I can't help thinking: if life deceives me, can I not be sad? There are many things in life that we need to face. What should we do if they are not satisfied? Seeing this, I understand that a man should have a positive and optimistic heart and try to overcome whatever setbacks he encounters. I held the book tightly to my chest until it had my temperature, as if I were one with the book on this dark night. ...
Books! I warmly praise you! You are like a lamp, giving spiritual comfort to the suffering people; Guide the lost travelers to find their way again. Books! I really admire you! You empty your mind just to give us endless knowledge; You are earnest, just to let us understand the profound truth; You spread words only to nourish us like spring.
Midnight lights! Please don't leave me too far, please stay with me and light up the endless road ahead for me!
In the middle of the night, the composition 1 1 broke the quiet night in the silence. What happened? Oh, it's the sound of a pencil box.
"Hum! What's so great about you! Master writes with me every day, so beautiful! " The pen said proudly. The brush was not convinced and said, "What's so great about you? Without me, what if the master writes a typo? " At this time, the low-key ruler spoke: "What are you? Without our brothers, can the host take part in the math contest and take math classes? " Suddenly, Lily came into the room. When she heard the sound, she came to see it. The stationer didn't seem to notice it, regardless of the quarrel in the past. Seeing that they didn't mention their own credit, Mo Guan, who was hiding on the side, joined the quarrel. Mo Guan said loudly, "What are you fighting for?" ! How can you be useful without my blood! "Lily was very upset when she saw the sound of stationery. She thinks stationery is too selfish, thinking only of herself and never thinking of others. Just as Lili was about to leave with a heart of loss, the pencil case said, "Everybody be quiet first and listen to me for a few words." The whole room suddenly stopped and Lily turned around. Just listen to the pencil case and say, "Stationery, you each have your own advantages and disadvantages. Only by cooperating with each other can they be used by their owners. Nothing is perfect! " "Stationery people stopped arguing. They all fell silent and listened carefully. "We should combine and help the master to study hard is the right thing! Stationery people bowed their heads in shame after hearing the words of the pencil case, and also vowed together: in the future, stationery people should cooperate with each other and help the owner wholeheartedly!
Lily saw this scene and left happily.
Late at night, the time of composition 12 really flies, and it has been more than a month since school started. My mother cooks breakfast for me in different ways every morning, but after a long time, I am not interested in breakfast at home.
After a few days in the school cafeteria, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I simply stopped eating. Mom was very distressed when she saw it. He asked me, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" I thought about it and said, "jiaozi, I haven't eaten for a long time." Mother began to be busy preparing raw materials and wrapping jiaozi herself. Because she doesn't trust jiaozi outside, and her neighbors have taught her how to make jiaozi, every time I want to eat jiaozi, my mother cooks it herself.
Seeing that I couldn't help, I went back to my room to do my homework, leaving my mother alone. The night outside the window is getting deeper and deeper as time goes by. My homework was done in the voice of my mother Bao jiaozi.
After a simple wash, I was forced to drink a large glass of milk by my mother before going to bed. The faint light came through the door, and I fell asleep with the excitement of eating jiaozi tomorrow morning. I don't know how long it took, but a strong sense of urine forced me to wake up and grope for the toilet, only to find that the light was still there. Then I opened the door gently, crept to the restaurant step by step, and blinked several times to see that my mother was still wrapping jiaozi.
It's late at night, and it's dark outside the window. Look at the clock in the living room. It's already pointing to one o'clock. Mother's slender hands were covered with flour, and both hands were holding jiaozi quickly. She always bends over and doesn't straighten for a long time. Very not easy to wrap up the last few jiaozi, she beat her waist, sat wearily in the chair and fell asleep against the back of the chair. I don't know whether the white on my head is flour or silver, but my once warm hands have become rough, and I don't know how many wrinkles there are on my face, showing my aging. In order not to disturb my mother's rest, I gently covered her with a blanket and went back to bed, crying silently.
I just want it blindly, and I'm tired if I ignore her. She also needs my love.
Writing in the middle of the night 13 is another shower. There is a man in the room, under the desk lamp.
Mom has been away from home for two months, saying that she is on a business trip and needs to be alone.
After finishing her homework, she sighed. It's already ten o'clock. My heart is cold, mom, I miss you.
Mixed with the wind in the rain, it drifted into the room in the morning through the screen window and lingered around the girl. She picked up a book by the side and tried to make herself forget all this, but she wanted it strongly. After all, she is still young.
Cicada is singing, singing alone, telling her loneliness; The dark night sky without the moon is quite monotonous, but the wind is accompanied by rain. Girl, alone. Lights out, she wants to be happy and imagine beautiful things, but she can only languish in her dreams. Somehow, her tears condensed into lines of poetry.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. She was frightened and hurried into the quilt. The girl's brain is running at full speed. Is it a ghost? No, it's mom, but why doesn't mom come in? I don't know how long it is, but it may still be a naughty wind blowing.
Suddenly, the door opened and the girl looked out of the house, mom!
Amethyst is desperate. She jumped down and ran barefoot to her mother.
"Xunzi!" Mom was a little angry, but she showed infinite excitement: "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"Mom, do you know how much I miss you?" Amethyst sobbed with her tender words.
"Look, what have I brought you-"he said, and walked to the suitcase.
I saw my mother bring a rabbit doll, which is Amethyst's favorite thing.
"Oh, great!" The girl jumped up with excitement.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the girl fell asleep in her mother's arms ...
Cicada is singing, but she has another partner. When she leaves, she reveals the bright moon, and everything is immersed in that deep happiness.