Night, deep. Outside the window, sporadic lights are flashing. In my study, the desk lamp is still on, and a tired figure is working hard. He is my father.
Dad is a civil servant working in Kanmen Town, and he is busy with things in Kanmen Town every day. Sometimes, when my father comes home with a tired body, he just wants to sit down and take a nap. The ringing of the phone will make him more energetic. He has been in this position for more than ten years. Just like my desk lamp, it has been used for many years, but it still emits residual heat, dedicating itself and illuminating others.
Dad works hard with a desk lamp. Suddenly, a cough broke the silence in the study. Dad quickly took a few sips of hot water and threw himself into the intense work. On the desk, there is a stack of files of migrant workers gathering outside the camp to make trouble. Dad is thinking, writing analysis, research and solutions. He is so calm, just like that lamp, working silently, shining and blazing.
At this time, dad saw that the hot water was finished and went to the kitchen to cook. Of course, he didn't forget to bring the documents. After a few minutes, the water boiled. Dad reads the newspaper in one hand and drinks the boiled water in the cup in the other. The water overflowed the cup and flowed down the table, but dad didn't notice! The water soon flowed down and landed on dad's feet, and dad realized it. He endured the pain, limped back to the study with a cup and paper, sat there and began to write again. The desk lamp is still on, and the light is extremely bright, which gives people a distinct feeling and makes people feel that it will never dim. The light lit up dad's face and the silver line on his head; Illuminated the sweat on dad's face; Illuminated my father's swollen feet ... I saw the painful expression on his face from time to time, but the pen in my hand kept turning and my brain kept running. The light of that desk lamp is still so bright, as if staring at dad and constantly encouraging him. "Cough! Ahem! -"is a rapid cough. Dad took two pills, swallowed them with boiling water and went on working. Write one page, two pages ... The desk lamp also accompanied my father for one hour, two hours ... Under the lamp, the figure seems to have lost a lot of weight. ...
Night, deeper and deeper, as quiet as a clear water. Wan Deng is a star reflected on the water. They silently light up the night and make it bright. I praise them, but also praise the person under the night star-like light: dad. He is emitting his own heat and flashing his own light!
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I'm lying on the floor, dying, and it's all my fault. I dare to compare with 40W electric batons, but I am lucky not to be smashed to pieces. Lying on the ground, my thoughts went back to the past-
The word "moth to the fire" is not strange to me. I admire the courage of my ancestors. As a member of the moth family, I resolutely decided to carry forward the spirit of my ancestors. The word "self-destruction" is also embodied in our ancestors. In order to root out the murderer who killed my ancestors, avenge my ancestors and carry forward their virtues, I am determined to practice my skills and make a final contest with fire.
I left my parents, my home, and flew to heaven, begging the Jade Emperor to accept me as an apprentice and teach me magic, but he was too busy to practice. I flew to the Western Heaven and begged the Tathagata Buddha to recognize me as a disciple and teach me magic. Unfortunately, he went to give a lecture on earth. I visited Guanyin Bodhisattva in Zizhulin again, but unfortunately she was practicing and didn't receive me. I left the purple bamboo forest in disappointment and flew aimlessly in the sky. At this time, a moth aunt flew in front of me and saw me sweating. She asked me with concern, "What's the matter with you, son?" "Aunt hello! I want to learn skills, but no one teaches me. " As I spoke, I began to cry sadly. "oh! Silly boy, I thought you had something important, so that's why! Tell you what! Our moth family has refined the ability to fly. " I think it's right. Otherwise, how can I fly to the sky to see the Jade Emperor? How can I fly to the Western Heaven to see the Buddha? How can I fly to Zizhulin to see Guanyin Bodhisattva?
I said goodbye to my aunt and went home happily. I practice every day, laying a good foundation for flying, so I practice a variety of flying skills. Although it is very bitter and tired, I don't care. The idea of revenge added courage and strength to me.
When the time was right, I started a secret revenge plan. It was at night that I flew quietly to a house. The room is very bright. I'm sure it must be on. I flew and flew and finally flew into the room, but after searching for a long time, there was no flame in the whole room. I was anxious to make a fire and look for it again to remind myself not to be careless. Many things happen. I finally found that the white pipe hanging on the east wall must be a new kind of fire. How to complain if the fireworks don't go out? I plucked up my courage and swooped forward. "pa!" "No, I'm surprised!" Impressed by the seriousness of the fire, you just went back? Who will give up? I flew into a rage again until I fell to the ground and couldn't move. ...
My life is irreversible, but I still can't help but say to every member of our moth family: "The power of human beings will always be invincible, and moths will always be weak creatures on this planet. What we should do is not revenge, but how to create a better life and work hard for the prosperity of the moth family! "
It's getting dark, it's raining in Mao Mao, and there are joys and sorrows in the bamboo forest by the pond. ...
2. I am anxious to write the composition "Under the Light" ~ I want to write my true feelings. 600 words home, that is, in the dark night, there is a person waiting for you with a lamp. -Inscriptions have a faint taste called happiness. The smell that I visually present is the familiar smell of my mother. My mother loves me. Together with my home, someone once said, "Home is a person waiting for you in the dark with the lights on." And my mother is the one who lights the lamp. The night shyly wiped out the last ray of the sunset and hung the curtain on the mountains and rivers. Just then, some naughty stars fell from the sky and circled the moon. I was wrapped in the default. A bright light showed me the way home. Through the glass, I vaguely smelled the fragrance in my mother's hair by the light. Perhaps on the way home, as a lost lamb, I suddenly found that the smell of home was so strong. "At the mother's place, the children's pain is always doubled." I forget which celebrity said it, but I have never forgotten this sentence. When I was sick, my mother snuggled up to the bed and guarded her, and there were countless rabbits in my heart. When I fail, my mother's problems are more frustrating than mine; When I am in pain, my mother is always more sad than me. This is an ordinary and great mother. Only when the child is in adversity will she shed those strong tears, and the mother's tears will always be loving and holy. After several years of spring and autumn, I realized that this boxing is about loving my son and mother's love. But now my mother left her hometown for me and suffered in the distance. "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind never stops. I understand that the greatest love in the world is this strong maternal love. I also smelled the fragrance of my mother's hair in my dream. I followed my mother's habit of lighting a lamp every night. By the glass window, let the night spread and tell my mother, "I'll wait for her at home." "I'm lost in the past, I'm mature. I remember the bits and pieces of my life that my mother gave me.
3. Use "thinking under the lamp"
I'm lying on the floor, dying, and it's all my fault. I dare to compare with 40W electric batons, but I'm lucky that I'm not smashed to pieces. Lying on the ground, my thoughts went back to the past-
The word "moth to the fire" is not strange to me. I admire the courage of my ancestors. As a member of the moth family, I resolutely decided to carry forward the spirit of my ancestors. The word "self-destruction" is also embodied in our ancestors. In order to root out the murderer who killed my ancestors, avenge my ancestors and carry forward their virtues, I am determined to practice my skills and make a final contest with fire.
I left my parents, my home, and flew to heaven, begging the Jade Emperor to accept me as an apprentice and teach me magic, but he was too busy to practice. I flew to the Western Heaven and begged the Tathagata Buddha to recognize me as a disciple and teach me magic. Unfortunately, he went to give a lecture on earth. I visited Guanyin Bodhisattva in Zizhulin again, but unfortunately she was practicing and didn't receive me. I left the purple bamboo forest in disappointment and flew aimlessly in the sky. At this time, a moth aunt flew in front of me and saw me sweating. She asked me with concern, "What's the matter with you, son?" "Aunt hello! I want to learn skills, but no one teaches me. " As I spoke, I began to cry sadly. "oh! Silly boy, I thought you had something important, so that's why! Tell you what! Our moth family has refined the ability to fly. " I think it's right. Otherwise, how can I fly to the sky to see the Jade Emperor? How can I fly to the Western Heaven to see the Buddha? How can I fly to Zizhulin to see Guanyin Bodhisattva? Xiao He composition network
I said goodbye to my aunt and went home happily. I practice every day, laying a good foundation for flying, so I practice a variety of flying skills. Although it is very bitter and tired, I don't care. The idea of revenge added courage and strength to me.
When the time was right, I started a secret revenge plan. It was at night that I flew quietly to a house. The room is very bright. I'm sure it must be on. I flew and flew and finally flew into the room, but after searching for a long time, there was no flame in the whole room. I was anxious to make a fire and look for it again to remind myself not to be careless. Many things happen. I finally found that the white pipe hanging on the east wall must be a new kind of fire. How to complain if the fireworks don't go out? I plucked up my courage and swooped forward. "pa!" "No, I'm surprised!" Impressed by the seriousness of the fire, you just went back? Who will give up? I flew into a rage again until I fell to the ground and couldn't move. ...
My life is irreversible, but I still can't help but say to every member of our moth family: "The power of human beings will always be invincible, and moths will always be weak creatures on this planet. What we should do is not revenge, but how to create a better life and work hard for the prosperity of the moth family! "
It's getting dark, it's raining in Mao Mao, and there are joys and sorrows in the bamboo forest by the pond. ...
4. Find the writing speed under the lamp.
I am a person who loves to walk and write, and my thoughts will always come from distant places first. On sunny days, I always lie alone on the soft lawn, smelling the fragrance of grass and fresh air. Looking at the sky, I squinted slightly with a perfect 45 angle of view. Watching the clouds roll and the clouds relax, watching the geese go away. On a quiet night, the tool I use to kill time must be a lamp.
On a starry night, it was already half dark after dinner. I like a person to swing his arms regularly and stride on the streets of the town. The night market is very lively, and all the street lamps emit yellowish light. Mixed with the bright full moon overhead, my "traveling alone" no longer contains lonely impurities.
Looking at the passers-by in a hurry, I walked with them in this particularly warm light. Distance reveals harmony, and the silent smile is full of happiness elements. I unconsciously fell in love with the place I love, fell in love with the light I love, and walked on the road I love, as if walking on a correct life path and leading to the palace of dreams!
Under the light, I feel happy and harmonious …
When it's raining outside and I can't go out, I like to write quietly in the warm study.
Alone, but in different environments, I also tasted the sweetness and happiness of life.
A piece of paper and a desk lamp created my little world at this time. The soft light of the desk lamp is gently shed: the warmth is the subtle sound made by the touch of water on the white paper; That warmth is the messy light and shadow left on the desk by light reflection; That kind of warmth is not only the continuous rain outside the window, but also the sound of my breathing with the strokes …
I'm afraid I'll never forget such a scene. I am lonely, but I still feel the warmth of human nature. Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year, and how many days and nights are spent under the lamp, walking under the lamp and writing under the lamp. I'm not always at this temperature.
In the warm. It intoxicates me and makes me not who I used to be. I grew up because of it!
When I woke up, I suddenly found that I was always happy in loneliness, but I was also lonely in happiness …
Time flies, but the scene under the lamp is still clear in my mind …
5. The teacher under the lamp works hard to write a composition. On the third day of school, I didn't go home immediately, but stayed at school with some classmates. Recently, all the students in the class said: Miss Li often stays up late to correct her homework. With a grain of salt, I decided to stay at school and see if the teachers who are particularly strict with us on weekdays are so good! \x09 \x09 The night is getting deeper and deeper, and several students are about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the light on Miss Li's window turned on, and Miss Li's thin figure appeared in front of the window. I bent down and quietly moved to the window, afraid of disturbing the teacher, and several other students followed me. \x09 \x09 Through the gap in the window, I saw the vicissitudes of the teacher's back. Miss Li was correcting her homework and coughed a few times. In the dim light, it is the first time that I have observed the teacher so closely. At this time, the teacher is struggling to correct our homework. Her temples were slightly gray, her nearsighted eyes narrowed into a straight line, and her hand holding a pen was shaking. Her expression is sometimes happy. Sometimes locked; Sometimes I sigh. \x09 \x09 The night is horribly quiet. When I look around, only Miss Li is still working at school. Although Miss Li looks a little tired, she still insists on correcting her homework. It seems that the students are right. The next day, Miss Li came to school early. She was full of energy when she was lecturing, and she didn't see the teacher staying up late and tired. Isn't she tired? \x09 \x09 Miss Li is still very strict with us, but now I don't hate her, and I still have some admiration in my heart. Teacher Li teaches us selflessly like a diligent gardener.
6.500 words can be used to write landscapes, events and things. Sometimes, I even wonder if I am the moth who is chasing for light and heat, so whenever I see a moth flying towards light and heat, I have a feeling of admiration in my heart.
Ba Jin and Li Lao both praised this fearless spirit as worth learning, so I want to be a moth, a moth running towards the light! I, writing under the lamp or in anger, wrote an article to comfort my soul with that accidental spark of inspiration and that penetrating heart; Still that piece of writing paper, with words entrusted with distant thoughts; Or immerse yourself in a piece of zhangyan papyrus and try to conquer complex exercises. Under the lamp, it bears my hard sweat and the joy of victory.
Under the lamp, I sometimes read some excellent articles with expression. Looking at those strange names, I was distracted and wondered when I found my name in the reading materials. At this time, under the lamp, it is my imaginary paradise and my door to success.
Under the lamp, I sometimes watch the diamond-shaped tungsten wire emit light and heat. Although my eyes hurt, it reminds me of Edison's "genius". At this time, light became my thirst for knowledge.
Late at night, a person sitting in bed, facing the incomparable darkness, afraid! Suddenly press the switch and turn on the desk lamp. Ah! A young soul seems to move from darkness to light in an instant. Now I understand from the light that the ultimate destination of life is light and beauty.
I pursue, think or struggle under the lamp ... I pursue everything under the lamp.
7. How to write this composition under the lamp? There is a shining star under the lamp, and one has fallen.
The light from the street lamp reflected a group of noisy flying insects. I, sitting under the street lamp ... all the bits and pieces that once turned into clouds are presented to me. That person, that thing, that scene is eternal in my life.
When I was a child, my busy mother left me at my aunt's house. My aunt has many grandchildren and has become my playmates.
Gradually, we got to know each other. On my way home from school, my little brother caught a frog to scare me. I was so scared that I hurried home and told him in front of my aunt.
I smiled at the way he was taught by his aunt! After that, I thought everyone gave way to me, so I was proud and presumptuous. A few days before the start of the new semester, I forgot to do my homework because of fun, and waited until the next day to secretly borrow my classmates' homework from school.
I did this several times and was caught by the teacher when I copied my homework. Once my aunt came to school to pay me the information fee. The teacher and aunt talked a lot in the office.
I thought to myself: this is over! My aunt will definitely scold me. I cursed the teacher and prayed for nothing, but my heart was still pounding ... My aunt and I were walking on the road, and she asked me this and that as usual, as if nothing had happened.
I am relieved in my heart. But when I walked to the door to go upstairs, my aunt asked me to go to her house.
My heart is in my throat again. However, my aunt didn't hit me or scold me, but said a lot to me calmly.
I remember my aunt under the fluorescent lamp, both serious and kind. Knife-like wrinkles are deeply reflected in her face.
Despite the storm, my aunt's eyes are always bright. My aunt's words are not very gorgeous, but they will never be forgotten by me: "You are born to behave, and cheating is against the rules. Why bother lying to yourself? " I still remember my aunt often said to us, "I treat you all the same."
However, I know in my heart that my aunt loves me the most. On the surface, she said that she treats everyone equally, but in private, she always likes to let me be her "little sidekick"; On winter nights, she always likes to get into bed first to help me warm up; When I go shopping in summer, she likes to buy me the most expensive ice cream.
I always thought that menstruation was my closest relative. I always thought my aunt and I would be together forever.
But who knows, the weather is unpredictable. It turned out that my aunt had been seriously ill for a long time, but she never told us.
But an important notice gave me a big blow. For an instant, I felt that my eyes were dark and my mind was empty.
My family and I live next to my aunt. Before she left, my right hand held my hand tightly and I held her tightly, as if we didn't want to leave each other at all.
The lights in the ward show that menstruation's eyes are not as bright as before, but they are still full of hope. As soon as my mouth opened and closed, I seemed to have a lot to say. I tried my best to say a simple word-"OK", and then left us for a long time.
The unjust heaven has separated us in this way. The light in the ward gave off a faint light and shone faintly.
In fact, when I met my aunt, she was always in front of me, shining a bright future for me. Thinking under the lamp I sat under the lamp and watched my tired mother fall asleep slowly. At this moment, my heart is full of incomparably heavy guilt. There is a big mountain in my heart that makes me breathless, and I have to show my guilt. Mom, in my heart, you are the greatest, and you are a milestone in my life. However, my heart is extremely ashamed of you. You love me so much. You almost devoted your whole life to me, and I became the hope of another family, but it made you cry again and again. I feel extremely ashamed of these words, and whenever I think of them, my heart can't help falling quietly. "I'm sorry, mom!" I used to be so headstrong and ignorant. Now, my daughter has grown up and her wings are full. I will never disrespect you as they say "my wings are hard". I will love you more and always think of you. My academic performance is by no means top-notch, which is my lifelong wish. However, this dream is not simple, it must be in. Perhaps only by walking through the swamp of sweat can you see the sunshine of success. I deeply know that with my weak strength, it is not enough to complete this dream of going to heaven. At this time, I always think of my mother. She is the star in my life and will follow me to success. My mother is very ordinary in society, but she always ranks first in my heart. This may be the so-called maternal love! My mother is my spiritual pillar. Without her encouragement, my study would not be radical and my study would not make progress. Mom, excellent grades are a brilliant star, at the top of the starry sky. However, no matter how far away this star is, I will climb to the sky step by step and take it off. Mom, you are my dream, the wings that make me fly to the sky, and you are the lamp. This sentence has been hidden in my heart for many years. Now, I will let the white dove beside me take this sentence to the sleeping mother! It was dark under the lamp and the city was brightly lit. Under each lamp, there is a lively and interesting story and a new tune ... First, the students are out of school at night, and the teacher is still correcting homework in the office.
I didn't go home until six when I was on duty. When I passed the teacher's office, I found that the light inside was still on, so I secretly looked inside.
The teacher is still checking typing in our exercise book, which looks very serious. The bright light shines on the teacher's hair, flashing white light, showing how much sweat the teacher has paid for our study.
Second, at night, I do my homework under the lamp. Suddenly a shadow whizzed past my eyes, and I looked up. It turns out that the teacher is a moth.
It stopped on the table, flapping its wings, and slowly approached the desk lamp. Great desire makes it brave. It flew to the desk lamp, but it was in the wrong direction, and then it disappeared.
8. Ask for a 1000-word narrative about lamps. Light is not only a word, but also illuminates our way forward.
On our way to study, it is the teacher who has been helping us to keep moving forward. What we can repay our teachers is that in class, we listen attentively, read passionately and discuss enthusiastically, just like seedlings sucking the source of knowledge. We learned a lot of knowledge and skills from our teachers, and learned how to be a man. These are the spiritual wealth you have given us. How can I forget? Every achievement of ours embodies your hard work and sweat; Every progress we have made is inseparable from your help and guidance.
It is you who warm us with the sunshine of love; You have watered us with the source of knowledge; It is you who embraced us with your broad mind ... In our hearts, you are an angel, a tree and an ocean! Dear teacher, we want to send you a song so that you can hear our voice when you are resting. We will put a torch-like poem under your pillow, so that you can feel our fiery heartbeat in your sleep. After working day and night, your forehead is covered with wrinkles, and the dust of chalk has dyed your hair white.
However, nothing can change your love and infatuation with education; Nothing can change that forever young and creative heart. Teacher, teacher, you set an example for us with your words and deeds.
Teacher, you are like a lamp, illuminating our progress.
9. Write a script with no less than 600 words on the topic of light, which is as warm as light.
It doesn't have to be hot in the cold wind, the spring is bright and beautiful, and the mountain spring is cool and warm when it is dry and bitter, as long as an orange lamp at home is enough.
People often say that the last thing you should miss in life is the person who loves you the most and the last train home. Home is always a warm place. In our life, we often rejoice in some success. Or often suffer from occasional setbacks. Of course, this is the most natural throb of life, but because of the existence of home, happiness is infinitely amplified and sadness is gradually melted. Only the warmth of home can make us feel the lowest meaning of life and transcend joys and sorrows.
"Home is a person, lighting a lamp and waiting for you." From Dai Yue to the door, a small lamp in the bedroom has been on for you, and someone is waiting for you to come back. Even on a cold rainy night or snowy winter night, when you see this lamp, you will see the warmth of home. Indeed, home is an orange lamp in a person's life, because there is a deep concern for home, and life will not be rootless. It is precisely because of the family and such deep concern that life will shine.
When a person is away from home, I always miss the warmth of home and the lights waiting for me to go home. The sound of dad scattering flowers in the morning and the sound of mom cooking "horn" are all warm. Those warmth climbed up my heart like vines and blossomed fragrant flowers. Sometimes at dusk, I think of the small patterns on my father's slippers and the oil stains on my mother's apron, which are so warm and bright.
No matter what you wear, no matter what rags you wear, home will always light a lamp for you and bring your impetuous or tired heart back to this warm place. Homes will always be in our memory, in our consciousness, in our waking eyes, as clear as yesterday. They will always stand in a fixed direction, a fixed place, with its fragrance, brightness and warmth.
In the warm light at home, it can always shine, eternal, without gain or loss, without separation.
It's getting dark and the lights are on.