The first time I stayed up late, I wrote 800 words of homework.

There are many firsts in my memory, but they are all blurred, leaving only a touch of bright sunshine. I remember the first time I stayed up late. The lights were dim that night, but I carefully hid them in my heart, like a spray that would disperse at any time. ......

The first time in my memory I stayed up late to make up my homework.

I wrote the test paper on my desk and struggled alone in the quiet and peaceful night. I hope to finish it before school starts. The lamp is trying to light itself and open a bright and warm corner in this lonely and dark room.

Thick eyes accompany me to prepare for the exam, and desk lamps fight with me for fear of going to bed too early. On the wall behind him, light and shadow are interlaced, like a shadow play in Huaibei. Moths put out the fire, and soon a group of flying insects were written under the lamp tube, buzzing. I put down my pen, turned off the light and looked out of the window.

Quiet, very quiet, quiet enough to hear breathing, heartbeat and insects flapping their wings. There is no light, no light, and it is dark all around, very dark. It's like being in a hole. There is no light and no silence. If I am deaf and blind, I will feel nothing. These darkness and quietness should be common, but I am a normal person. I can't live in such an environment. As Tagore said, "The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to find light." I can only live in the bright world.

An inexplicable chill came to my mind, and I quickly turned on the light. "Pa" a dazzling light burned my eyes, I closed my eyes instinctively, and suddenly there was a quarrel around me. Insects, frogs, and sometimes the sound of falling into the water, with a trace of doubt, I opened my eyes, looked at the unfinished test paper, picked up my pen again and returned to the sea of books.

When I was writing, time passed by me bit by bit. The sound of lights and pens is playing a piece of music. The bugs danced gracefully in the air under the lamp and on the test paper, spinning, jumping and sliding, just like the best ballet dancer dancing in the spotlight. The pen tip floats among these dancers. Touching is inevitable, but I'm trying to avoid it because I don't want to hurt these dancers. They are natural elves and dancers, and they are my loyal partners and encouragers.

At midnight, the frogs outside the window came like a tidal moon, and the waves were getting higher and higher. I also continue to catch up with my homework in this noisy wave. After the noise before the storm, it finally rested.

In the corner of the light, I was still performing a shadow play, and before I knew it, Dongyan had turned white. At dawn, the night came to an end, and I finally found the answer to that question.

Teenagers stay up late, it is impossible to know when the green leaves and green waters in spring will come back!