When the dawn comes, you will wake up from your dream. Do you remember I went to your dream? Let Duke Zhou bring this young lady to you. I don't know if you got it. When the dawn comes, I want you to share it with me. But I don't want to disturb your sweet sleep. Waiting for the dawn, waiting for the awakening of everything. Waiting for you to accompany me.
Dawn, I am willing to walk with you. (inspirational world)
Yinchuan third day: should be
Chapter 2: Night! Waiting for 450 words
Quiet night, now I am quiet in this night, the stars in the sky are flashing, those beautiful eyes are charming, tempting my heart, and my beating heart beats more strongly in the cold wind. Look at this dark night, surrounded by the truest "silence". So happy. But I'm still waiting for dawn. When the sun rises from the horizon, it is the moment when everything wakes up. I like quiet, but I also like that kind of energy. The best time is undoubtedly from night to dawn. And I am willing to wait, waiting for the willows to dance; Grass gets up and drinks morning tea leisurely; Flowers are busy sorting out their faces, waiting for that beauty. In the silent night, I was swallowed up by my loneliness, and I was enjoying the silence. Impetuousness disappears at this moment and is surrounded by silence. And in the silence at this moment, I miss you so much ... It's you, moving in my dream, making me wake up and enjoy this silence. Just miss you quietly … miss you … miss you … wait for dawn …
When the dawn comes, you will wake up from your dream. Do you remember I went to your dream? Let Duke Zhou bring this young lady to you. I don't know if you got it. When the dawn comes, I want you to share it with me. But I don't want to disturb your sweet sleep. Waiting for the dawn, waiting for the awakening of everything. Waiting for you to accompany me.
Dawn, I am willing to walk with you.
2. Write a 750-word composition with the theme of "Light at Night" to expose my feelings in the dark.
When I was a child, I hated and feared the night, because when black covered the earth, I didn't know what it would bring me when it blinded my eyes.
When I grew up, I overcame my fear of the dark, and gradually, I became irrepressible attached to the dark. I fell in love with darkness, fell in love with it, and reached the peak of people's love for it step by step. Because darkness has covered the earth with black, the magic is so great, and black makes everything so vague, looming and detached.
Night, with the vastness of the sea, gives people a sense of mystery, but also brings people a kind of danger, a sense of security, a kind of tranquility, very quiet and quiet, so quiet that people can hear the voice flowing in people's blood.
When the black storm washes the vast sky and covers the earth, at this time, black hides everything and wraps all the dangers in the black night, which makes people fear. After all, no one knows what will happen in the dark night party. Whether the ugly side of human nature will be naked in front of human beings on this dark night is just an unknown. Danger, anxiety and fear.
The night makes everything very gloomy, and I, hiding in a corner of the night, just like I am in a corner of society, no one will know that there is a me in the dark corner. Safety makes me rely on it; Sin, go with the flow; Trouble, with the air flowing quietly; Thinking about blocking, making everything seem illusory; Agitation makes everything very quiet; Melancholy, against darkness. The gurgling sound of blood keeps echoing in the surrounding air, so clearly.
The night makes everything unknown. I like to explore, and I like to explore all the unknowns in the dark.
Night makes life ugly and makes this perfect life flawed.
At night, people can be naked in the dark night, but they can see clearly.
Night, let my emotions bloom slowly, let my troubles evaporate in the air and disappear bit by bit in the dark.
Night, let the footsteps of time crawl slowly, very hard, but also very happy.
Looking at the dawn on the other side of the sky, when the darkness at that moment disappears in the light, an irresistible attachment comes to mind. ...
3. Imagine a composition with the theme of night. 300 words are unforgettable, the splendid footprints left here, the colorful laughter left here ...-The inscription is unforgettable, the words that the teacher cares about are unforgettable, the smiling faces of the students are unforgettable, the moving scenes on campus are unforgettable, and everyone's warm hearts are unforgettable.
Time flies, it seems that in the blink of an eye, we have changed from naive little guys when we first entered school to big brothers and big sisters in grade five, and I miss everything here very much. Unforgettable Xiao Qi, unforgettable teacher's earnest teaching.
Once, I accidentally bumped into a big bag and cried with pain. The teacher quickly helped me to do a simple disinfection treatment.
Then, the teacher rode a bike and prepared to take me to the hospital. At this time, it is the time when the sun is like fire, and the teacher has just been ill and is still very weak.
I advised the teacher not to send it, but the teacher insisted. In this way, I sat in the teacher's car and wandered around.
I can't forget the feeling of swinging on the teacher's car. Unforgettable childhood, unforgettable classmate laughter.
It was a winter and it began to snow outside the window. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. In a short time, the campus became a silver world.
4. composition topic "listening to the night" the sunset will be endless night. I am curled up in the corner of the city, but I am meditating in deep melancholy. When will the thoughts of passers-by in Jiangnan be cut off? How can that lilac girl not worry? Who can point the way for a long journey? So I can only wander and be confused. I looked up and asked softly, Night, how long do you have? At this time, Yinger on that branch sang slowly: Learn to say goodbye, there is light behind the night, and the song is long and slowly echoing. ...
Farewell to the night is a gorgeous color. In spring, the skirts are full of flowers, and thousands of butterflies are flying, but one wintersweet after another is sprouting in the cold abyss. On top of its body is a hard rock, dark and boundless. It cries, it is decadent, it is melancholy, but the pace of growth never stops. The light of life shines on its chest like this. When the cold wind blew, all the trees withered and flourished.
Farewell to the night is a heroic shock. In the past years, life was turbulent like catkins and duckweeds. From a distance, it is free to spread, but in the vicinity, it is helpless. Together, it is glory, and falling is the abyss. Look at the surging waves at the source of the Yangtze River, you can't wash away your grief and anger, and you can't hide the heroic life. Li Bai stood in the wind, stroking his sleeves and wiping his tears, knocking at the sky and sighing: One day, I will ride the long wind and break the waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea! So strength belongs to him, praise belongs to him, and night does not belong to him. Another example is Gong Zizhen, who sacrificed flowers: falling red is not a heartless thing, but turned into spring mud to protect flowers. It is more like a generation of immigrants who bid farewell with tears and worked hard silently. The long scroll of history was rolled out for them, bidding farewell to the night, and it was another generation of heroes!
Farewell to the night is a beautiful success. Tai Lihua's name deeply touched everyone in China and gave them infinite shock. A thousand hands of Guanyin, a thousand words of blessing, the cruelty of fate made her unable to appreciate the beauty of life, but gave her a beautiful heart and colorful dances. It is she who lives tenaciously in the dark, and it is also she who portrays bravery and outlines nobility among thousands of troops. Tai Lihua, her life is small, but it reflects the light of the whole sun. This is a light in the dark.
Say goodbye to the night, learn to be strong, I stand timidly, say goodbye to the darkness, the sun and the moon shine together, lingering, they hold me a big sun. ...
The nightingale continued to sing. On the other side of the water, the sunrise was born. ...
At night, the night covers everything and seems to devour everything. The stars shine beyond their ability, but how do they drive away the darkness? Insects are whispering as if accusing the darkness, but who can hear such a low voice? I groped in the dark and couldn't find my way. Confusion, disgust.
During the day, on the contrary. Bright and yearning. Every night, I long for the sunshine during the day. Every day, I cherish and cherish that brief light.
However, I think about this problem from different angles. In fact, the night is still very beautiful.
Hazy and blurred, it is the color of night; Dim fragrance is in the distance, it is the fragrance of night; Cicadas sing insects, which is the language of night; "Beautiful mountains and rivers, first frost comes at night" is a poem of night; The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon is a story of a night; Moonlit Night on the Spring River is the melody of the night; The night map in the deep mountains is a picture at night.
Wandering in the dark, don't care what others think, be yourself, release yourself and be free. The unreachable night is the beauty of the night, and the accessible night is the charm of the night. The night is so unfathomable and full of mystery. The mysterious night is impressive, audible, audible, understandable, tasteful, full of romance and poetry.
Although the light of the stars is very weak, we still have to give our light to others. They are always so selfless. On the day when the stars fell, their light was exhausted, but the day before, they still had to dedicate all their light to those in need. Isn't this spirit admirable?
Worms, they try to roar and accuse the darkness. Although their strength was small, they persisted, even though their throats were hoarse. Are they not appreciated?
The cold wind, the faint moon and the swaying shadows are the main theme of the night. How happy it is to listen to frogs croak, cicadas chirp, twinkling stars and feel the charm of nature in quiet Yamashita!
It is the rhyme of the night that makes me understand that the beauty and ugliness of things depend on my perspective. There is no absolute limit to the beauty and ugliness of things. Maybe some food is ugly to others, but if you look at it from another angle and appreciate it, it will become beautiful. It turned out to be so dark in my eyes, but it is full of charm to appreciate it from another angle. This is why Robinson can survive on a desert island and why Grandma Bing Xin can live to be 99 years old.
Feel the charm of the night! Feel the beauty of life! Open your heart and mind!
Walking in the dark 600 words Night and sunshine alternate, and life is endless-Inscription: I love night and sunshine, which embodies the philosophy of two kinds of life.
Literally, sunlight is the light from the sun, but if we carefully taste it, it is the driving force of life and gives people hope. It always shows its youthful and lively side to all sentient beings unabashedly, so sunshine gives us a kind of warmth of human mind. As an emotional animal, our thoughts have a temperature.
Sunshine also gives hope and support to the life of all things. Therefore, from this intuitive and indirect feeling, human beings have endowed the sunshine with another kind of poetry with unique language: light, an irresistible light.
Illuminate the silent darkness, shoot into the dawn of life, and let those ulterior secrets and ugly hearts have nowhere to hide. Since then, sunshine has been regarded as a symbol of justice, and we humans imagine it as a magical god, which can drive away demons and protect people ... Sunshine has naturally become a belief of people.
I learned a philosophical thought from sunshine: giving sunshine to others' hearts. Night is always silent. Night represents loneliness, terror and darkness.
In addition to boundless black, it is still pure black. Sunlight and night are opposites, and they tend to one extreme: night covers everything and evil; Sunlight exposes everything, but it also destroys silence and the beauty of silence.
The night blindfolded us, and we felt a kind of fear and loneliness, so we used to make a fire to drive away the night, and use electric lights to kill the night. At the same time, we were looking forward to the dawn of the night. As we all know, we have been looking at the night from a superficial angle and driving it with wisdom.
In fact, only when we plunge into the night, embrace the night, and go deep into the essence of matter, do we discover the preciousness of the night: a quiet possession. Since then, I have learned a philosophical thought that may benefit me for life: to enjoy peace in loneliness.
People admire sunshine and spurn night. Actually, you should thank us. We have darkness and sunshine, and we also have endless life.
Although everyone knows that everything has its positive value, we still can't look at the night dialectically. The alternation of night and sunshine creates the cycle of life. Without night, those species that live by night will be extinct, and we humans will live in the noise of bright sunshine forever.
Night and sunshine are indispensable, and life is endless in the alternation of them. Then, I clearly realized night and sunshine with beautiful eyes-night is another expression of sunshine, and sunshine is an intuitive embodiment of night. We have both night and sunshine.
7. A 400-word composition about the story of the night I was born at dawn, but I never forget the night.
Like in the dead of night, let the soft fluorescent lamp spill all over the room, holding a book and reading it quietly, listening to the occasional bird singing outside the window. Or sit in the dark and listen to lively programs on the radio.
At that time, I fell in love with listening to the radio at night. At that time, I learned the walking scenery, soft music and fresh words. Since then, I have stayed by the radio every night, waiting for the walking scenery that can let "literature insert the wings of imagination". I like the scenery of walking. Besides its atmosphere, I also like its DJ, Snow Man.
A woman whose voice is as sweet as her name suggests, sweet but not sentimental, gorgeous but not frivolous, as cool as a summer cold drink. Most of the articles that Xue Man read in the program were submitted by the audience. I like the sound of snow, and I like literature from now on.
However, in just over a year, Walking Scenery stopped. Every night, I still watch the radio and slowly pull the "tune" button. So, a year ago, another voice jumped into my ear.
I thought it was snowing. I listened carefully and found that there was still a little liveliness in this sweet voice. She is DJ Yuan Yuan from Xinle Cafe.
If the sound of snow is compared to a cool breeze, then the round sound is running water, with the agility of water. Slow music, accompanied by mellow and soft voice, started Xinle Coffee House.
"... you've been busy all day. At this time, what you need most is a person's silence, making a pot of coffee and a cup of fragrant tea "Xinle Cafe" ... "Coffee is a round mood, telling a story about your mood gives people a feeling of home, because you can relax there. Unfortunately, Yuanyuan didn't continue to be a teacher.
But because of this, I can fall asleep listening to her voice every night. Because of the relationship between these two people, my dream has been refreshed and I want to be a DJ or a voice actor.
I like the night, because it brings me unusual peace. I am happy in the dark. Gu Cheng said, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light." I found my inner voice in the dark.
Please write an 800-word composition on the topic of "the warmth of the night".
For me, the night is cold and terrible, and it is a gray sky. There is no vitality, only infinite sadness. This is a festival of tears.
One day, after being bullied by my classmates, I hid in the stairs and cried secretly. After a while, my classmates found that I was missing, so my good friend came out to find me and came to comfort me when he saw me at the stairs. But I was always afraid of getting up, so I stayed outside for three classes. I don't care what my friends do. After school, I tried to restrain myself from crying. When I got home, I deliberately concealed what happened at school. Because, if the family knows about this, they will definitely come to the school to question the teacher. In the evening, I still came to school gloomily. It's hard to get through school, but I don't want to go home. I still had a good time on the playground with my friends as usual. At that time, my heart was full of grievances, and finally I couldn't stand the torture of loneliness and spoke my mind like a good friend. After talking, my heart really didn't feel so bad as before. My best friend knows it's not my fault. In this way, a "great event" passed.
I still remember that time, I was angry and cried by another classmate. After school, I sighed on the playground again. My good friend came, and I was relieved. Because, as long as she is here, she is not afraid of anything. Gradually, day by day.
Suddenly I found that I was more and more dependent on her, but she gradually alienated me. Sadness gradually spread everywhere again. How I wish I could go back to my happy days!
Friend, you lit the lamp in the dark; It is you who fill in the beautiful poems in the blank; It is you who embellish the snow with a trace of color. Because of you, the world has color; Because of you, life is fun; Because of you, I am very happy.
Let friendship blossom beautiful flowers in winter!