I have a shiny little desk lamp, which has been with me for a long time. So, here is a composition describing the desk lamp that I will share with you. I hope you like it. Chapter 1: Composition describing a desk lamp
I have a habit of reading a book before going to bed every night. The desk lamp on my bedside accompanied me with its white light for three years.
In the past, I always turned on a big light when reading, but because of the backlight, the light never shined on the book. I felt it was inconvenient, so I bought this desk lamp with bright light and placed it on the bedside. The white light shines on the book, and the words on the book glow with a faint white light. I like this feeling.
Once, when I was reading, the room suddenly fell into darkness and the lamp went out. I was startled and immediately turned on the headlights. I found that the bulb of the desk lamp had turned black and seemed to be burned. I feel a little sad. This desk lamp works tirelessly for me, but I rarely think about it. In the end, the light bulb burned out. Looking at the black face of the light bulb, it seemed to indicate the end of life, but it did not complain at all.
Thinking of this, I immediately got out of bed, unplugged the desk lamp, and took out the hot and black bulb. I looked at this desk lamp and saw that its casing had a certain degree of wear and tear, and it could not be compared to when I first bought it. I felt a twinge of guilt and took out a brand new light bulb. Installed on a desk lamp, it seems to give the desk lamp a second life.
In that dark moment, I thought of many things. There are many such people around us, they are like light bulbs, they have been giving to others silently, without asking for anything in return, until the day they grow old. For example, our parents do their best to care for us and watch us grow up little by little without any complaints. Without our parents, we are like a dark room without lights. Therefore, we should treat them kindly like a light bulb. If the light bulb burns out, it can be replaced. But once our parents leave us, they are lost forever.
The light not only shines on the book, but also illuminates the road ahead of me. Chapter 2: Composition describing a desk lamp
The things I have come into contact with since I was a child are like the stars in the sky, countless: cute furry bears, beautiful and practical pens, and people who have given up their lives. eraser... But what I like most is the ordinary little desk lamp.
This cute little desk lamp was given to me by my father on the day I entered primary school. At that time, my father said to me sincerely: "Let it accompany you to study in the future. I hope it can become your good partner." The small desk lamp has a unique shape: a triangular lamp base, a slender white lamp pole, and a support on the lamp pole. It has a white and gray slender lampshade, and ten LED lamp particles as big as pearls are embedded in the lampshade. When I turned on the desk lamp, the soft light immediately filled the desk, illuminating my books and the small bookstore at night. So, I couldn't put it down as soon as I saw it.
Whenever night comes, I start studying intensely. The small desk lamp was on with all its strength, standing beside the table and quietly accompanying me. Sometimes, I would put a bouquet of spring wild flowers next to the desk lamp. Under the light, I wrote the motto "The plan for the year lies in spring" in my diary; sometimes, I would put a few flowers on the lamp holder. The fallen leaves in autumn recite the poem "Young people don't know how to study early, and they will regret studying late when they grow gray". Year after year, the small desk lamp accompanied me through three springs, summers, autumns and winters, and we have become my inseparable good friends.
The light of the small desk lamp often encourages me to overcome difficulties. Once when I was studying, I encountered a very difficult math problem that I couldn't solve. I was so irritated that I stood up and turned off the light with a "pop", and suddenly the room was dark. The light of the small desk lamp disappeared, and my heart suddenly felt empty. When I opened it again, I seemed to feel that the small desk lamp was criticizing me: "Little master, how can you give up so easily when you encounter a problem? Keep at it, you will definitely succeed." I calmed down and thought again. This time, I changed my thinking, felt enlightened, and finally solved the difficult problem.
The small desk lamp contributes its light in obscurity. The light is as white as snow, illuminating my books, my desk, and my path to study. It is a good friend of mine and I will cherish it as always. Chapter 3: Composition describing a desk lamp
There is an antique desk lamp in my home. It is not that beautiful, but it feels like an ancient style from the inside out.
The top of it is a building similar to a pot lid, and the top is a clock, but it is just a decoration. In the middle are two light bulbs, which look like frog eyes from a distance. Below is a gray base with some decorations such as pendants on it. The entire table lamp is mainly gray and black. Although the color is very dim, after turning on the light, it is the brightest in the whole night.
I like the clock on this desk lamp the most. It feels like an ancient pocket watch, antique and full of charm. This desk lamp was brought back by my parents when they went on a trip. Because I like it very much, I keep it in my house. Every night when I do my homework, I look at its troubled heart and suddenly feel peaceful.
Its light is very bright. When you sleep with the light on, its light can be felt throughout the house.
The light it emits is yellow, so that I can be immersed in the yellow light every night when I sleep. Until I fall asleep, my mother will carefully come in and turn it off.
I also like to talk to it about all my thoughts. It is like a trash can to accommodate any little temper I have.
So, I love it, my desk lamp. Chapter 4: Composition describing a desk lamp
I have a small orange desk lamp. This desk lamp was given to me by my father and mother on my eighth birthday.
The small desk lamp has a round orange base, and there is a semicircular alarm clock in the center of the base. Its shell is green, and inside the transparent clock face is a white dial. Twelve numbers are arranged on the dial, and there are many thin scales between each number. There are four hands in the middle of the dial. They are like four good brothers, firmly nailed together. The hour and minute hands are like honest brothers, always following the naughty second hand. There is also the most inconspicuous green needle, which is the timer hand for timing. The outside of the dial is all pink. Adding the green shell is like putting an alarm clock inside a big watermelon. There is a fat little white pig above the alarm clock. The little white pig is wearing an orange skirt. Its face is facing forward and it is holding a large piece of watermelon in its hand. It seems to be observing carefully, for fear that the watermelon will be destroyed if it is not careful. As if snatched away. It is also wearing a pair of leather shoes, with its little fat legs tilted up, giving it a cute and playful look. There are two buttons on the front of the alarm clock, a power switch and a night light button. There is a lamp post behind the base. A quarter of the lamp post is orange, and half of the lamp post has many lines to adjust the height of the desk lamp. The top of the desk lamp is a lampshade. The lampshade is orange-red, and there is a loop-shaped fluorescent tube embedded in the lampshade. There is also a long wire behind the base, which can be powered on when plugged in.
Whenever night falls, I will turn on the desk lamp and do homework, read books and do handicrafts under the light. Whenever I am distracted from my homework, the ticking sound of the alarm clock seems to remind me. Every time it's time to get up, it wakes me up on time.
This desk lamp is my best friend, I really can't live without it even for a minute.