In study, work and even life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. So have you ever understood composition? The following is a composition on the topic of lights that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Composition 1 on the topic of lamps
The night is like a huge and boundless black curtain hanging over my head. The stars that filled the sky last night were nowhere to be found, and only a crescent moon hung alone in the sky. The air seemed to have solidified, and on the quiet road there were only the sounds of my footsteps and the chirping of crickets from time to time. Unknowingly, I quickened my pace, felt chills, and the palms of my schoolbag became sweaty.
"Huh--" A gust of wind blew by, and the long-dried leaves fell down with the wind, making a gust of noise. "Meow-". Suddenly, a miserable cat meow broke the silence of the night. Scenes of terrible scenes could not help but emerge in my mind. I often see on the Internet that hearing a cat meowing at night is always a bad sign. My heart contracted, "Ah!" I stumbled on something under my feet, and my heart suddenly mentioned I looked down and saw, oh, it turned out that I was walking too fast and accidentally bumped into a stone. The moment I looked up, a beam of light penetrated the darkness and illuminated my fearful heart. I slowed down because I knew it must be my mother who lit it for me. Mother's love is like a warm spring breeze blowing through my heart, and the fear in my heart has long been forgotten. When I arrived at the door of my house, I gently opened the door and closed it slowly, "I'm back, I left some food for you in the pot." "Give me your schoolbag, go and eat!" "Don't you want more tomorrow? Are you going to work? ""It's okay, I'm waiting for you, because you're afraid of the dark." "——" I didn't say anything, so I ran up to my mother and felt a warm current slowly immersing me in her arms. There was actually some moisture in his eyes.
I had mixed feelings when I saw the strands of black hair on my mother’s head, but I couldn’t tell that it was black hair. It was already covered by white hair. Every night, with that yellow light, I always carry a bag full of happiness and go home relaxed and happy. Composition 2 on the topic of lamps
Ah! Desk lamp, I like your beauty, your spirit, and even more the enjoyment you give everyone. You are so beautiful, so noble...
The desk lamp placed in front of me was bought by my mother when I was in first grade. It has been with me for almost five years. I have had a special feeling about this lamp for five years. Today, the teacher assigned us to write this composition, and I did not hesitate to choose this lamp as the theme of the song. The craftsmanship of this desk lamp is very exquisite. It is silver-white all over, with a curved waist, a soft back, and two white and beautiful lamp tubes inlaid side by side under the bright lampshade. Although this lamp is small, it is very bright. It shines softly on the book without shaking or dazzling.
Whenever I come back from school to do my homework, I will turn on this desk lamp to illuminate my homework more carefully. Every time it gets dark, this desk lamp will also light up my homework. It lights up my small room so that I will never be lonely and scared again; every time I pack my schoolbag at night, this desk lamp still illuminates the textbooks I have prepared for class the next day; every time I appreciate literary masterpieces , and this desk lamp allowed me to see the essential passages in the book better, making me read more seriously.
I like this lamp. Whenever I start doing homework or reading my favorite books under this desk lamp, I especially cherish this time, because I feel that this desk lamp illuminates my thoughts and gains me sincerity. I love the beauty of my desk lamp, but I love the silent dedication of my desk lamp even more. Don’t we also need this kind of spirit?
Yes, it is precisely because it has this spirit that I can’t help but respect that desk lamp from the bottom of my heart, which makes me love this desk lamp even more. Composition 3 on the topic of lamps
Things should be used in valuable places. This sentence is simple to say, but I don’t know how to do it.
Lamp - should be used in valuable places. Girl, you want to let your lamp with its weak light drift uselessly on the tide, while those who need the lamp stand there, watching the lamp disappear into the light.
Lamp - should be used in valuable places. Girl, you want to dedicate your lamp to God who does not need a lamp. It seems worthless, while those who need a lamp are standing there stupidly, watching the lamp disappear into your eyes. In eyes.
Lamp - should be used in valuable places. Girl, you want to take your inconspicuous lamp to participate in the Lantern Festival, but those who need the lamp are standing there foolishly, watching the lamp disappear in the lively Lantern Festival.
The same goes for street lights. Street lights are used to facilitate people walking at night, but you use them to compete with the sun during the day, which makes the street lights lose their value. Don’t you think this is ridiculous?
A teacher is a lamp. This lamp illuminates our thoughts and infuses us with knowledge. Its light may not be dazzling, but it will definitely illuminate the path of a person's life for a long time and illuminate us. Light up the road ahead... Mother is also a lamp. This lamp illuminates our good habits, injects us with health, and gives us eternal love...
I understand: in the world Everything has its value, the key is that you must use it correctly to maximize its value. Composition 4 on the topic of lamps
The setting sun quietly set, dyeing the clouds red. It's evening again. At some point the street lights came on, and it was just right.
This light looks so warm in the dusk. The dim light shines on people, walking towards the warm harbor with a trace of tiredness, like tired birds returning to their nests.
At some point, stars appeared in the sky. There are fewer people on the street. Looking from a distance, the sparse figures are like stars in the sky. I think: people on the ground are afraid that the stars in the sky are lonely!
Night falls quietly, and the lamp has stood quietly in loneliness for a long time, watching everything silently. Occasionally, a few bugs fly over, and the lamp just smiles silently and watches them fly. Everything was quiet, and perhaps his only companion was his lonely figure.
Quietly, quietly, it stands, casting a peaceful light, warming the dead night, and shining a light of hope into the darkness.
In this way, it quietly guards the lonely night, guards the peace of thousands of families, and guards the peaceful and sleeping world.
Dawn has come, and the first ray of sunlight passes through the horizon. The first ray of sunlight in the morning announces to the world that the night is over again, and the lonely guardian who silently guards the night - the lamp. , cast the last beam of light and ended the last dream. Its work done, he smiled contentedly. Satisfied and heavy, he closed his eyes.
The world in the early morning is as beautiful as usual, and people are busy again. They don’t know who has been guarding them quietly all night.
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At night, a lamp quietly guards it, never leaving it without any regrets. Essay on the topic of lamp 5
Lamp, an ordinary object - standing on the street corner, hanging from the ceiling, placed on the desk... is ignored by people. However, after that night walk, I discovered that ordinary lights contain extraordinary power.
Remember, it was a dark night, and even the stars were carefully hidden behind the black curtain. I walked alone on the way home, carrying the darkness in my heart. I took every step hesitantly, but this was the only path leading to the door of my house. I gritted my teeth and moved forward in the darkness that made me lost.
I almost wanted to stop, but I regained my courage and walked forward. It's not far, it's not far, this road will always come to an end... Beside the path, the leaves were rustled by the wind. I seemed to feel that there was a black shadow following me, and he kept moving around me. Going back and forth, I walked with one foot high and one foot low, for fear of stepping on something. I keep saying in my heart: There won’t be any lonely ghosts here! The rustling in my ears and the cold wind behind my back made me shiver.
Suddenly, there was a light on at the intersection ahead. Although the light was weak, it gave me strength. The courage slowly rose in my heart. I seemed to see the road ahead filled with sunshine, and wisps of sunshine drove away It drove away the darkness and the fear in my heart. I quickened my pace and walked home...
It's great to have lights! It drives away the fear within me. It’s great to have lights! The lamp brings me light. It’s great to have lights! It lights my way forward! Composition 6 on the topic of lights
Mother is a light in my life.
This light guides me all the time and illuminates my way forward.
My mother is a bright light in my life. I live a warm, comfortable and carefree life under this lamp. In the early morning, while others were still immersed in sweet dreams, my mother got up early and prepared a nutritious and healthy breakfast for me. In the evening, I did my homework, and my mother, even after a tiring day, would not go to bed early and stay with me silently. When the summer is hot and the winter is cold, my mother will prepare seasonal clothes early to keep me warm and cold. My mother also often taught me not to compare clothes or consumption with my classmates at school, but to know how hard my parents worked to earn money. She did this herself, dressing simply and never being extravagant.
My mother’s light not only warms me in life, but also guides and encourages me in my studies. My mother works very seriously in the workplace. She often says: "Everyone has strong or weak abilities. No matter our work or your study, we are not required to be the best, but we must try our best to do better." Indeed, she This is how she treats her work. But I haven't been able to do better yet, but I will try my best. I remember a monthly exam in sixth grade. I did very well in the exam, and I couldn't help but feel a little carried away. My mother noticed it and asked me, when will the next monthly exam be, and what will it be like? I was so dazzled by the small victory that I didn’t even listen to what I said.
Soon, I passed the monthly exam again and I plummeted. My mother asked me to summarize the reasons myself. I understood what "pride makes people fall behind". My mother taught me that as long as I study hard, I will get good results.
Under the guidance of my mother’s lamp, I am frugal in life and diligent in study.
Mother, you are a light in my life. Essay 7 on the topic of lights
On a quiet, dark Halloween night, I looked at the street lights and thought of something.
Lamps help people illuminate. They are selfless and popular, and they must have lofty ambitions and ambitions. Although they are not human beings, their spirits are worthy of admiration and admiration from many people. I often think, why does the Lantern Festival selflessly dedicate itself to serving others?
People have made lamps and are constantly helping them to make them more advanced. If a lamp breaks, they will repair it. It seems that all kinds of lamps are repaying people! They really help each other, are willing to help others, and recommend themselves to others, which is natural!
Why do we need lights when there are stars twinkling in the dark night? For people's safety! Not only do street lights provide lighting for humans, there are also many lights that provide help to humans.
Porch lamp: Provide convenience for people, otherwise you might not be able to find the door if you open the door in the dark; desk lamp: for the sake of children doing homework; car lamp: safe travel, there is only one life...
From the lamp, I thought of people: some people give selflessly, but others not only don’t know it, but also come to make trouble and increase burdens on others, such as police, teachers, class representatives, group leaders... I hope your dedication can be helpful. Get encouragement, people's hearts are soft, there is always a kind side, good people are always better, we want to spread love throughout the world, let the lamp illuminate your heart, not cold-blooded, but have love!
People can’t go on like this, otherwise, they will only become more and more cold-blooded, callous and ruthless!
Let love spread around the world! Essay 8 on the topic of lamps
There are few stars in the sky, cars keep flying by, but only that lamp is calm.
The lamp is hung very high, on the eaves of the teaching building. It is about fifteen meters high. The entire lamp is about thirteen centimeters long, and the bulb takes up most of it. The light it emits is different from the light emitted by street lamps. The light it emits is powerful and powerful. The whole campus is illuminated by this lamp.
The light it emits is yellow with white in it. Looking at the light from the other end of the playground, you can also see the linear propagation of light. This is the light propagating evenly in the medium of dust. Light does not favor anyone. As long as you find it, it will illuminate you without restraint and illuminate the road ahead of you.
I have seen it suddenly light up. I was playing basketball with my friends on the playground, but because autumn was not over, it was getting dark faster. Before six o'clock, it was as dark as a gray cloth, and the hazy basket loomed in front of my eyes. , confusing.
In an instant, the light came on, the light drove away the darkness, the light shone to its heart's content, and burned with abandon.
I like this lamp. There is an osmanthus tree under the lamp. The autumn wind blows slowly, and the osmanthus petals are floating in the breeze. The top of the tree is very bright, like a strong umbrella in the rain, covered with raindrops. The light shines through the cracks in the trees and into the flower stamens. The small light yellow flowers are very fragrant and even brighter in the light.
The lights shone on the people in the playground, including me. My partner and I raced for 800 meters. We were very motivated in the first two laps, but slowly, we were exhausted. I thought about giving up, but because of that light, I told myself not to give up. Even if this road is full of thorns, as long as you rest, you will be surpassed by others.
This lamp gives me light and strength. It shines the brightest in the ordinary school life. Composition 9 on the topic of lamps
Lamps are a daily necessity for human beings, the key to growth in life, and the dividing point between darkness and light.
Lamp of Courage
In the past, I was very timid. I didn’t dare to raise my hand to speak in class, and I didn’t even dare to say more.
The teacher called me and asked me to answer the question. I stood up, my feet were weak, and my voice was trembling. It was as small as a mosquito and no one could hear me.
Now, I am no longer as timid as before, I always believe in myself.
In class, when the teacher asks a question, I am the first to raise my hands high, hoping that the teacher will call me.
I stood up, my voice was loud and my words were clear.
All these changes are due to my father’s words. He once said: “Two little ants must fight against a spider that is ten times bigger than them. As humans, we should be more important than They are strong.
" From his words, I understood and changed.
The lamp of hard work
When I was a child, I was very lazy, always doing nothing and pushing away everything my mother gave me.
Now I am very hardworking and help my mother wash dishes, sweep the floor and take out the trash every day.
What changed all this was my mother's words: "Children should be independent in order to face all kinds of ups and downs in society.
" After listening to her words, I understood and also changed.
The Lamp of Responsibility
In the past, I was an ignorant child and never knew the meaning of responsibility.
Later, the teacher told me: "Everyone has his or her own responsibility, and primary school students should study hard and make progress every day.
" From then on, I understood that we can't do it just because we are young. And escape responsibility.
Look! This is the lamp of the soul, the lamp that accompanies us throughout our lives, the lamp that changes our thoughts, and the lamp of wisdom. Composition 10 on the topic of lamps
The dark night symbolizes loneliness, and in this long dark night. Only a lamp that shines silently can bring infinite light.
Whenever night falls, the street lights begin to play their role in guiding people home. Although they appear small and weak in the dark night, they still shine with their best ability. Shine. It is as desolate and lonely as frustrated people, but he hopes that those frustrated people can break through the darkness of life and bring light and hope to people just like himself.
Whenever I am immersed in my homework, the desk lamp illuminates the book for me and allows me to see the content of the topic clearly. The light of the desk lamp is so soft and not dazzling. The light that shines on the book is so soft. . It never complained that I wrote or read very late, but silently contributed light to me until I fell asleep, then it could rest.
Whenever I look up at the sky, the Kongming Lantern in the sky is shining, which represents people's wishes and hopes. People's thoughts float into the sky.
There are always a few key steps in everyone’s life, and at this time the teacher is like a shining beacon, pointing out the direction of my life. I am very lucky. Whenever I encounter difficulties, there is always a teacher who can help me resolve them in time and lead me out of the trough of life.
No matter what kind of lights they are, they all live for us. They make the whole night no longer lonely, no longer confused, no longer lonely. Composition 11 on the topic of lights
The scene of walking alone on the street and having an argument with my classmates was always there with me. Even the neon lights on the street seemed to be laughing at me, and the dazzling lights stabbed my heart. The noisy crowd in front of the shopping mall was even more confusing. For the first time, I had the idea of ??avoiding them. Turn, go straight, turn... I ran back home in a panic.
Smelling the unfamiliar earthy smell and the sound of frogs croaking in my ears, I felt a little bit of the vitality of the country night. I used buying salt as an excuse to go out and relax, but all I could think about was the supercilious looks from my good friends. Why? I didn't do anything wrong! This is not my problem! I walked forward impatiently, passed through the trees, and saw a rare light in the dark night.
In this moonless night, this soft light seems to be a holy lamp, with yellow elves flying. An oil lamp hanging on the roof actually became as clear as a clear spring in my heart. It suddenly dawned on me that the advertising lamps in the city were not as good as an old oil lamp. They looked gorgeous, but they were just tools for getting money. Compared with the oil lamp that is about to break but does its duty, it is really small.
Occasionally I go back to my hometown in the countryside. This quiet countryside brings me into meditation. Intrigues and intrigues have become commonplace in the city. The flashing neon lights appear on time in the sky every night and it makes me upset. But here, the fresh and cool air, the melodious chirping of insects and frogs, and the soft starlight have become the best decorations in the home.
I rushed home as fast as I could, and hurriedly dialed my classmate’s phone number. After my sincere apology, we reconciled as before.
That bright light in the village is really the navigation in my heart! Composition 12 on the topic of lamps
Have you ever come home late at night? Have you ever looked forward to your loved ones returning home late at night?
After attending the cram school that night, I hurried home. Open the door, hey~ why is it so quiet? Where are people? I gently opened the doors of each room, stepped onto the balcony, and looked around, but there was indeed no one there. strangeness! It’s past 9 o’clock. Where can parents go?
An inexplicable feeling came to my heart. Fear? Worry?
I opened a window facing the street and looked towards the road, hoping to see that familiar figure in the moonlight. Ten minutes...twenty minutes...half an hour passed, and I was getting a little impatient. Then he turned on the kitchen light and read a book.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a familiar and rapid footsteps in the corridor. I jumped up in surprise, opened the door and saw that it was indeed my parents. I pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Why are you back now? Where have you been?"
"Your dad was attending a class reunion and insisted that I go. I had no choice but to go. I wanted to tell you, but it was too late. "My mother took a sip of water." Then he let it go.
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It turns out that I am not the only one who is worried, but also my parents - for me!
Lamp! I suddenly remembered that I have also seen this lamp, but I have no knowledge. I care too much...
In the vast night, I saw the lights my parents lit for me again... Essay on lights 13
I like neon lights, the colorful ones The lighting is so beautiful! I also like searchlights and shadowless lamps.
I have a small desk lamp, which is blue in color and has a novel shape. , making people feel elegant and comfortable. It is decorated with a small blue motorcycle, on which a racer is riding, rushing forward. There are two switches on the right side of the motorcycle, one is for adjustment. Of course, the other one controls the switch!
This small desk lamp has been with me for more than 300 nights, and I have developed a deep relationship with it every night. I will take it out. He will also shine brightly for me to study and write. Whenever I feel tired while studying, I will unknowingly relax by admiring the small desk lamp.
There is another little story! Once, my cousin came to my house to play. He was very naughty and naughty. After dinner, I was helping my mother clear the dishes, and he quietly took out the table lamp. He was running around holding the plug and accidentally pulled hard and broke the cord. When I found out, I was very angry and shouted to him: "Go away." "I picked up the small desk lamp and stroked it lovingly. My father comforted me and said, "Siyuan, don't be angry. I will repair it and return it to you tomorrow, be good. "I stopped crying after hearing this.
I love my little desk lamp. Essay on lamp 14
The silent night exudes an eerie smell. In the On those terrifying nights, the street lights illuminated the road and drove away the fear in everyone's heart.
The light of the street lights was weak, although it was not as dazzling as the neon lights. However, its light is softer and as warm as mother's hands. More importantly, if you walk alone on a dark and empty road, you will always speed up and leave this eerie place earlier. A hellish place. But if there is a tall streetlight right in front of you, it will be like someone pulling you out of the abyss of pain. At this time, you will feel extremely relaxed, as if you were trapped in darkness.
In the dark night, when people are sleeping, the street lights are still working silently. That is because it wants those who work the night shift to know that they are not alone and are accompanied by street lights. They.
The sky is gradually getting brighter; the sun is gradually rising; people are starting to work; the earth is starting to wake up. When the earth is rubbing its sleepy eyes, the street lamps are tired. It wants to rest for a while. Looking at the children happily jumping to school carrying small schoolbags, the street lamp smiles. It knows that the children slept well last night.
Because, the street lamp. Accompany him all night long... Composition 15 on the topic of lamps
I don’t know when I started to rebel: I took back the money my mother gave me; when my mother wanted to send me to school, there was a "pop" , I left my mother with a cold door; I always reluctantly did the questions my mother asked me... Until that time, I saw the bright light.
Another night, I went to bed despite my mother’s warnings. The lights in the neighbor’s house were still on! Under the cover of night, I fell asleep.
I don’t know why, but I woke up suddenly. It was probably after midnight. All the lights in the neighbor’s house were turned off, and it was completely dark. Oh, no, there was still a light on in the darkness. It was so bright that I couldn’t even see anything. Which "night owl" is so diligent? Is it because the senior students are preparing for the college entrance examination, or the teacher is working late at night? Oh, this family is washing clothes, and the sound of washing is not clear. Well, I couldn’t see which house it was, but I could only see the slightly swaying figure. I fumbled for my glasses and put them on my nose. I couldn’t help but be stunned:
Isn’t that the light in my house is on? ? ! My mother was crouching and rubbing her body. The sound of "swishing" sounded so harsh that it hit my heart and touched the softest place in my heart. Questioning me: "How ignorant you are! You have to argue with your mother every day and make her worry about you, but you never let her rest assured! "I lowered my head, but my heart felt warm. I smelled a strong sense of family affection.
The back straightened up and the light went out. But the light in my heart was still on. .