As it happens, dad is on a business trip and won't be back for a while. As soon as my father left, I fell out at home.
I drink water while playing computer, which is very pleasant! However, the following time made me miserable. Ah, suddenly want to go to the toilet, I immediately put down the mouse, clutching my stomach and ran to the toilet.
But the darkness inside makes me flinch. What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?
I straightened up at the thought of this, but immediately bent down. I crept in and turned on the light. I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "It's okay, there is no ghost, that is to say, how can there be a ghost? Too superstitious. "
I plucked up my courage and went out to continue playing. Suddenly, I saw a white shadow pass by the window. "ah!" I was so scared. Finally, I bravely overcame my fear. I grabbed a stick, took a reassurance, and quickly opened the door. I jumped out and looked intently. It turned out to be a white plastic bag! The "ghost" that scared me turned out to be a plastic bag! This makes me laugh and cry.
I quickly closed the door, ran to the bed, covered myself with the quilt, hid in the quilt, shivering, hoping that my father would come back soon. I'm so happy that the savior has come. I really want to give my dear father a good beating.
The next day, my dark circles will be comparable to the national treasure panda.
It's terrible to see the house at night. Because it is the first time to see a house, I can't help but feel a sense of fear. I can't sit still, so I turn on the TV. Suddenly, the moonlight shone through the window, just on my face, reminding me of the ghost in the TV series "Liaozhai", which startled me and made me fall on the bed. I was wrapped in sheets because of fear. So I got up the courage to sit in bed and watch TV. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside the window, which made me afraid again. Is it a UFO, or ... A series of terrible pictures are printed in my mind. Because I am a person who wants to ask a clear question about everything, I decided to open the window to find out, so I opened the window and looked out! Oh! It turned out that a kitten ran in through the window. This calmed my heart a lot, so I watched the wonderful TV series again.
The sound of "Knock, Knock, Knock" reached my ears, which made my calm heart suddenly tense again. Is it a thief who wants to steal while adults are not at home, or a murderer who wants to kill ... The more I think about it, the more I get scared. I don't think fear alone can solve the problem. I can only use my intelligence to deal with these people. So I shouted at the top of my voice. After shouting, I leaned my ear against the door and listened carefully, huh? Nothing happened, well, I'll take my second method, hee hee, to ensure that people outside can retreat. So, I shouted again: "Who is standing at the door? Please tell me your name as soon as possible, otherwise ... hehe! This lady is going to call the police. " As soon as my voice fell, I pricked up my ears and heard nothing. So, I decided to risk my life to open the door and find out the truth. As soon as the door opened, the wind outside blew into my face, alas! It was the sound of the wind knocking at the door. Ahem! It's like drawing water with a sieve! Hum, although what I just did was "give up all my previous work", it made me not afraid and let me watch TV with peace of mind. "Knock, knock", knock on the door! I'm surprised. Listen carefully. There is a familiar voice in the wind. That's mom coming back! I was so happy that I opened the door, threw myself into my mother's arms and said, "Mom, you finally came back. It's really hard to stay at home alone! " ""But you must leave your mother! Can I make you more sensible after this housekeeping?
3. Writing on the topic of "night" at night, the night enveloped everything and seemed 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!
4. Write a composition on the theme of quiet night, quiet. Bright moonlight on the earth, so quiet! I was lying in bed, looking at the dark blue moon sky, thinking of my good friend in primary school.
Looking at the moon, there seems to be a person in my eyes. She is my best friend in primary school-Zhong Shuangshuang. I always miss the ups and downs of her homework on the table with me. She asked me first when I thought she had no problem. If you have any funny jokes, call me first. . Her aggressive personality makes her an excellent student in her class. Her sweet smile always appears in front of my eyes. She is the person I miss most tonight.
Looking at the stars, these stars seem to make up a person. She is Zhou Jun, and her elusive personality makes it difficult for her to communicate with her classmates, but I have established a deep friendship with her. Her talented math mind makes her shine in every math exam. She is my competitor. In the long river of mathematics, she swims faster than me, but I will catch up, she will surpass me again, and I will continue to catch up. . In this way, in the process of mutual progress, my feelings with her are extremely deep.
Looking at the night sky except the moon and stars, I think of those teachers who have cultivated us wholeheartedly, and they have given me a stage to show my elegance.
The night is still silent, but the moon rises higher and the stars are brighter and more dazzling.
One night, the time for writing a composition slipped away behind me, and those humorous descriptions ... were printed in my mind. On a miserable day, I closed my eyes and began to do morning exercises! That's it.
A few simple sentences also gave me the courage to solve difficult problems. I was relieved, with touching pictures, lying comfortably in bed. The fresh air sweeps away the drowsiness at night, and I always find the known conditions from the questions when I am trying. Alas, doing other homework will enrich my life, while reading the topic, I will recall this day.
One year's plan lies in spring, which slowly pours into my brain, and heavy homework comes at me. Haha, seeking the unknown again, this is a hurried and pleasant day, stretching my limbs and thinking step by step. The plan of the day lies in the morning, and nothing can be done in the morning. This day gave me confidence. They're in my blood. They're really annoying. I enjoyed the pleasure of being in a hurry, and the days passed unconsciously.
However, let my brain be more substantial this morning. Morning is happy. Although the weather is very cold, I can finally open my heart and do whatever I want. There are always problems and I don't want to take up my homework during the break. It really makes me helpless.
In the morning, when I was in the way, I began to take advantage of this precious morning. This cannot be a waste of time. I have to sit down again. Oh, solve the unknown according to the requirements in the problem. After morning exercise. This is my happiness. A new day has begun, and all my homework has finally been finished. A worrying and full day, when I look at the time, makes me upset. When the first ray of sunshine shone into my room from the window, it was not so relaxed and happy this time. I have solved so many stumbling blocks, and there is still so much homework to do, so I started. I want to play, so I have to put down this homework.
In the morning light, my god, welcome a new day with a new look, so that I didn't pass by in vain this morning, and the air is fresh, but every homework has such annoying problems. Let's breathe freely and enjoy it.
6. Write an imaginary composition on a stormy night.
One night, the cold wind was biting outside, the tree was blown to the east and west, and the leaves on the tree fluttered down. The rain swooped down and hit the window with a crackling sound.
Xiaohong was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Why? Because Xiaohong is on duty today, she forgot to close the window. She thought: if I don't close the window, then the teacher will blame me for not caring about the group, dragging my class, and my classmates will slowly stay away from me; If I go, I will get wet and get sick, so my mother will carry me to the hospital again. It's hard! She looked at the continuous rain outside the window and hesitated all the time. Finally, she decided to go to school and close the window. Xiaohong walked out of the house, opened her umbrella and came out in the wind and rain. The rain hit her cold face and the wind messed up her hair. After a while. Xiaohong went to the classroom. She closed the window and checked whether all the other windows were closed. When she got home, she fell asleep peacefully.
The next day, Xiaohong's spirit of being responsible for her work and caring for the collective was praised by her teacher. Xiaohong said modestly, "This is what I should do."
7. Write a short essay on the topic that I like night. I like the night. I like the dark clouds on cloudy nights, the starry sky on sunny nights, the cool rain on rainy nights, the romantic love on snowy nights and the rainstorm on thunderstorm nights. ...
I like the night. Extend my body leaning against the window to the window sill in the air, look up at the deep sky outside the window, and let the night wind blow my elegant thoughts and fly in the night sky. After a hard day's work, I disguised a big smile, and now I am in blowing in the wind. In the quiet night, I have left a frost in my eyes that others can't see.
I like the night. At this time, I can immerse myself in the stream flowing quietly in my heart, and I can imagine myself in the smoke of burning fireworks. Outside the window, the rain is beating gently, the wind is whistling, the thunder is deafening, and the sound of cars is like a tide. My heart is as quiet as clear water, rippling in the past years, and all the past events are floating in my tired heart.
I like the night. I often sit on the soft sofa, listening to the wonderful songs in The Last Romance, and looking for the position of lonely soul in the empty room with dull eyes. Or make a cup of espresso, stand by and lie prone on the windowsill, watching the bright lights and neon lights flashing in the city outside the window, just like the lonely lavender forget-me-not flowers in my heart.
I like the night. You can hide in a bar or coffee shop in the middle of the night without worrying about meeting acquaintances at work. In the neon and * * * music, speak your mind to red wine or coffee and drive away those loneliness in your heart. Luxury is only nominal, but indifference remains.
I like the night. You can write a legendary story, a lyrical essay, a poem that tells your heart, a diary that makes you cry after reading it, and make you the protagonist in the story.
I like the night. I can see your smiling face forever in the hazy, gentle and considerate, and I can start a prairie fire in my heart. You are a branch sticking out of thin air in my life, which caught my fatigue and hesitation and my dying heart.
I like the night. There is my loneliness, there is my desolation from the bottom of my heart. It can also fulfill a long-awaited dream for me and put an end to my restless life.
I like the night. With the drizzle in early spring, I turned back to the original desolation in my heart. In my eyes staring at the mirror, I saw my cheeks that were no longer young, which seemed a little more vicissitudes.
I like the night. How many nights have told me that love needs to be nourished and life needs to be managed. Only the love created by heart can experience the storm and see the rainbow, which is eternal and will not be destroyed in the most brilliant moment.
I like the night. Not just yesterday, today and tomorrow, but forever. ...
8. Write a composition on the topic of "Summer Night". Summer nights are quiet and lifeless. Is everything asleep? Yes, there is a dull smell in the air.
Summer night, how to describe it?
Is it comfortable?
However, the scene that catches your eye is faint and unremarkable. The moon, as always, is used to its reserve ... it seems that every time this season, it is always sleepy and ready to fall asleep. It seems that it can't stand the scorching heat left by the sun in the morning, and puts a thin ice veil on itself. The projected light is light and cold. What about the stars, 23 1 double .. In the depths of the world, their distance is so far away. Is this a pleasant feeling?
Quiet?
But this night, which have the slightest waves? Look at that leaf, just standing there, motionless, looking a little depressed. Although it didn't fall for that maple leaf, it couldn't stop the spread of sadness-the pain that went deep into the bone marrow. The grass in the corner can't help but feel sleepy, just want to stand up straight, but there is nothing to do. Quiet? No, death can never cross the ditch leading to peace.
Summer night, is there a place for us to listen? Suddenly there was a breeze blowing, and I couldn't help but gently raise my mouth. Finally, is there a voice to fight against silence? However, when it passes through the hair ... why? Even this only hope has a scorching temperature? Perhaps, it came unexpectedly.
9. Write a composition of 300 to 400 words at home with the topic (). There are many things in life, including joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. Life is really colorful. Of course, I am no exception. In my life, there is one thing that I remember vividly.
commemorate
It's a hot summer. It's so hot that even the clouds give off strange light. That day, I looked after the tiger at home and offered it to Hong Kong. My room was stuffy and my mood changed with the weather. I thought to myself, "It's too hot today, if
I will tidy up the house, not only the house can be brand-new, but also my mood will be suddenly enlightened. "Wanted to think, I hit a basin of water and began to tidy up the house. When I was in a mood, I accidentally took my mother's heart.
The object of love-the vase hit the ground and smashed to pieces. The broken sound of this vase came into my mind like a bolt from the blue, which made me feel flustered and at a loss for a moment. I thought, "If mom knew that I had given her something she loved,
Shit, scold me? Flat ... "I dare not think about it any more. Just when I was in a hurry, my mother came in from the outside. She was shocked to see that the vase was broken and the knife-shaped eyebrows stood up at once.
Voice: "Who broke it?" How much I wanted to tell my mother about it from beginning to end, but I didn't dare. Really answered that sentence-the heart is willing but unable to do so. I muttered, "It was broken by my five-year-old brother next door."
Yes "As soon as my mother heard that she was a child who was not sensible, she never pursued it. But I could see from her eyes that she was very unhappy, so I avoided her everywhere, and of course my interest in cleaning the house was forgotten.
reach
In the evening, the storm had subsided and I came to the yard listlessly. I seem to feel that the moon is not as bright as usual, the breeze is not as gentle as usual, and the flowers and plants are not as lovely as usual. They all seem to be accusing me and pointing fingers.
I am ashamed of my behavior of not correcting my mistakes. I went into the house in frustration, thought for a long time, and finally decided to confess to my mother. I walked up to my mother with my head down and admitted mine in a low voice.
I thought my mother would scold me for my mistake, but what I never expected was that my mother said to me very kindly: "Son, as long as you can boldly admit your mistake, it is more precious than thousands of vases."
Ah ... "
My mother's words were deeply imprinted in my heart and benefited me for life.
Ha, finally! I'm exhausted. It's well written, isn't it? I don't want it. Please enjoy ~
10. Write a short essay with the night as the main topic, 500 words, "The moonlight is half a family in the middle of the night, and Beidou is south. I know it's warm in spring tonight, and insects are singing through the window screen. " Ah! What a good poem this is! Enough to describe the beauty of "night"! In my eyes, no matter what season the night is so charming and beautiful, don't you believe it? See for yourself! Looking at the beautiful scenery in the sky and the excitement in the underground, you can't help but admire the poet's vivid description of the night scene, because the night scene is really refreshing, intoxicating and nostalgic ... ..
Now is a busy time. Look, the lights on the street are colorful, blue, yellow and purple ... really countless. On this colorful night, there is an "echo song", which gets louder and louder as the hour hand moves. Alas, isn't that the sound of people buying and selling, the sound of cars coming and going, and the cry of cicadas? It's really lively! Keep showing you around. There are many shops along the road, especially boutiques and clothing stores, which can be described as "no * * *". Listen to "50 yuan, it's so expensive, 35 yuan." "Ah, 50 yuan is already very cheap." "ah!" ..... This bargaining voice is getting louder and louder, precisely because more and more people come to buy things, alas! There are more people shopping, and the noise of natural vehicles is getting louder and louder. Listen, "Bang, bang ..." "Ba, ba ..." Oh, really. ...
Looking up at the sky, the clear sky is full of happy stars. They shine, and it seems particularly bright tonight. So Tianhe is particularly clear. A bright moon hangs in the sky, shedding bright silver light, and the Milky Way looks like a thin layer of silver gauze.
I leaned against the railing, blindfolded, enjoying the beautiful scenery at night, thinking about it … intoxicated … deeply intoxicated …