Main works: Party dues, Stories of Grain, Political Commissar of Detachment, etc. Reflect the struggle life of the people in the Soviet area; There are also Seven Matches, Three Sides and Catch the Team, which reflect the fragments of the fighting life on the Long March. There are also ordinary workers, mothers, rest and so on. , showing the spirit of the revolutionary predecessors in the construction of new China. In addition, Wang Yuanjian also participated in the writing of screenplays such as "Sparkling Red Star" and "Yingshanhong". In the new period, he constantly created short stories such as Footprints, Road Signs and Standards.

Motherly love under the light is like a lamp, which illuminates me and gives me light.

-Inscription The weather is a little hot, and the wind blows my cheek from time to time, taking away a trace of my warmth and feeling very cool.

The round sunset hangs on the hillside, and the long shadow on the ground is so cute! This afternoon, after a math exam, I happily took the test paper with a score of 145 and walked quickly on my way home, hoping to tell my mother my joy and see the beautiful smile on her boring face as soon as possible! On the way, I walked with a smile, and my mother's beautiful smile appeared in my mind ... I quickly pushed open the door, and a burst of incense floated, and I saw my mother preparing delicious food in the kitchen and rushed to her to tell her the good news. My mother just gave a "yes" and there was no other reaction. The work in her hand still hasn't stopped.

I said it again, but my mother still said "yes".

Sweat dripped from my mother's forehead, but I felt a chill. Suddenly, I don't know whether it's hot or cold in the kitchen ... under the light, the sweat on my mother's forehead reflects light yellow, and the light reflects to my eyes. My eyes are cold, but the light is warm ... under the dim light, the dishes on the table are neatly arranged, which still looks so mouth-watering and smells so fragrant! My mother looked at me and said, "I don't eat well at school. I eat more at home."

"I suddenly felt warm, and then I felt no longer cold.

My mother has always cared for me. I just ate with my head down, watching the food on the table react and snickering.

I looked up at my mother's tired face. There are many wrinkles on her face, which are deeply rooted in her face and look gloomy in the light, which deeply hurts my eyes.

After my mother told me to go to bed early, I slammed the door and went back to my room.

I also went back to my room and fell asleep soon.

Late at night, a few coughs woke me up from my dream. I didn't pay much attention at that time. Soon, several coughs reached my ears again.

I heard the sound, looked for the sound source, and finally understood that the sound source was coming from my mother's room.

I gently pushed the door in, and a figure with a slightly bent back came into view. It's my mother. She is mending my torn clothes.

Under the light, she seems to be old again, and tears blur my eyes.

I suppressed my feelings and said, "Mom, go to bed early, it's late.

"Soon, I was awakened again, but this time I was awakened by a dream.

I gently pushed open the door of my mother's room again. The light was not turned off, but my mother fell asleep, put the mended clothes on the bedside and held my test paper in her hand.

I turned off the light, closed the door and went out ... In my dream, under that light, my mother's figure was particularly tall.

...

It was a winter night under the light of xx, and there was light snow outside the window, which was quiet and beautiful.

On this day, I came to this world.

According to my parents, our family was not rich at that time, and my parents were very frugal in spending money. But on that day, my father spared no expense to buy an expensive desk lamp and put it at the bedside.

As a result, the small family has been much brighter since then.

Gradually, I grew up a little.

My parents let me sleep in the cabin with the lamp.

Before going to bed, my father always turns on this lamp and tells me all kinds of stories tirelessly. The voice is so soft, as if singing a sweet song.

In the beautiful light, his eyes are so firm, not sleepy and full of love.

Let me feel a warm wind blowing straight into my heart, let me intoxicated. That feeling is so wonderful.

I am old and went to primary school.

At that time, because I didn't like sports and my health was poor, it was common to catch a cold and have a fever.

On a cold autumn night, I felt sick again.

Father woke up and found that I had a fever again.

So, without saying anything, my father put on pants and shoes, put on a coat for me, and then carried me on his back.

In a daze, I found that my father didn't even wear a coat, his hair was blown in a mess by the wind, and there were still a lot of sweat on his forehead.

Father's face showed anxiety.

I couldn't see a taxi along the way.

So my father carried me on his back and walked to the hospital three kilometers away from home with two legs.

I didn't wake up until the next night.

When I woke up, I was lying at home and my father fell asleep beside me.

Under the serene light, I clearly saw my father's tired face.

His hair is messy and erect, and he is still wearing that thin shirt.

I know my father must have been lying beside me all day.

At that moment, I was full of gratitude and moved to my father.

In a blink of an eye, a few years passed in a hurry. My father is almost forty years old, and I have grown up.

With the growth of age, the study task is getting heavier and heavier, and my father and I have little time to chat.

Gradually, we drifted apart, and I couldn't feel my father's warm love under the light.

Once, I became irritable because I did my homework very late.

My father crept up to me and sat watching me.

I ignored him.

Then, my father helped me sort out the clutter on my desk. I noticed from the corner of my eye that he was still looking at me carefully as if he had something to say.

But I was very upset at that time, so I yelled at my dad rudely, "Will you stop fooling around?" What are you doing? "My father was shocked, and then smiled awkwardly.

After a long time, he said cautiously, "Daughter, it's time for bed. Your health is very important, but you can't ... ""All right! " I interrupted him impatiently and continued to do my homework.

Father said nothing, turned on the light and watched the silent TV.

I glanced at him.

But just then, I felt my father was watching me, too.

At that moment, I met my sharp eyes.

I feel that his eyes are so gentle and kind, even blending with the light around him.

My heart vibrated.

But at this time, the pile of homework on the desk once again interrupted my feeling and made me immersed in boredom.

It wasn't until a few months later that I finally realized that my father turned on the TV just for this reason to accompany me and not make me feel more lonely.

At that time, I didn't understand my father. After all this time, I began to hate him.

On other things, my father accidentally said something wrong, so I yelled at him.

My father sent me here without saying anything.

I know my father let me take it out on him because I won't be more upset because of his criticism, which will affect my study mood.

My father was very helpless.

One afternoon a few months later, as soon as I got home, I saw my father lying in bed, having an intravenous drip.

I quickly put down my schoolbag, ran to the bed and asked my mother next to me, "What's wrong with dad?" .

It's all because of me.

My father is obviously busy at work these days, but he still has to stay up with me every night, and he is still under the pressure I brought to his father. His body can't stand being sick. The dim white light in front of the bed fell on him and I looked at him.

His face was haggard and his cheeks were sunken.

The eyes are dark, and the eyes are not as firm and dim as before, and they are obviously much older.

When my father saw me, he smiled hard and the wrinkles in his mouth were clear.

At this time, I held my father's thin hand tightly and tears filled my eyes.

Rebellious and ignorant, I treat my father with such an attitude, but my father still shines on me without reservation like that lamp and never complains about me.

I knew that I had made a mistake.

Father, do you know? I will always remember your gentle voice, your tired face and your kind eyes, and I will always remember everything you did for me under the white light; I will always love your deep fatherly love under the white light.

Adoption, please

On the way back from the Sports Center, I looked around anxiously, hoping to find a bus to go home.

However, after all, it backfired and lost its way.

I am like a fighter without a head, bumping around and being at a loss, but I think as long as I have patience, I will definitely find a way out.

After reading it again and again, I was disappointed and annoyed again and again. I actually blamed my parents for letting me go home alone.

I blame myself for my bad life, but I don't know the way out, but no one helps me.

Trouble and complaint are intertwined, sweat and fatigue are integrated, and at the same time, it is born.

I really want to shout, "Nothing will happen in my life, and no one will help me now."

The sky gradually opened up, like a big net trapped me, and my pace could not help but accelerate.

Parents are at home, waiting anxiously! I think.

Looking up at the sky, a crescent moon hangs on the edge of the blue sky, not round, and there are few stars around.

I can't help sighing, and my steps are quickened.

The street lamps are all on, but they are dim after all, as if there is a layer of aperture.

I walked in the dim light.

If others are like me, they will naturally ask for directions.

Maybe there's an answer.

Although I am a boy, I won't and won't ask.

I finally can't walk.

However, a golden dress caught my eye and I tried to move forward. I was too careful to face it. I broke out with the voice of saving for many years: "Excuse me, where is the bus back to Dikou Road?" The man scratched his head, pointed to the front of his finger and said slowly, "There it is! The no.2 bus has arrived! Be careful on the road.

Then ask, son! "I was ecstatic ... on the way back from the sports center, I looked around anxiously, hoping to find a bus to go home.

However, after all, it backfired and lost its way.

I am like a fighter without a head, bumping around and being at a loss, but I think as long as I have patience, I will definitely find a way out.

After reading it again and again, I was disappointed and annoyed again and again. I actually blamed my parents for letting me go home alone.

I blame myself for my bad life, but I don't know the way out, but no one helps me.

Trouble and complaint are intertwined, sweat and fatigue are integrated, and at the same time, it is born.

I really want to shout, "Nothing will happen in my life, and no one will help me now."

The sky gradually opened up, like a big net trapped me, and my pace could not help but accelerate.

Parents are at home, waiting anxiously! I think.

Looking up at the sky, a crescent moon hangs on the edge of the blue sky, not round, and there are few stars around.

I can't help sighing, and my steps are quickened.

The street lamps are all on, but they are dim after all, as if there is a layer of aperture.

I walked in the dim light.

If others are like me, they will naturally ask for directions.

Maybe there's an answer.

Although I am a boy, I won't and won't ask.

I finally can't walk.

However, a golden dress caught my eye and I tried to move forward. I was too careful to face it. I broke out with the voice of saving for many years: "Excuse me, where is the bus back to Dikou Road?" The man scratched his head, pointed to the front of his finger and said slowly, "There it is! The no.2 bus has arrived! Be careful on the road.

Then ask, son! "I am ecstatic, bother to thank you.

I got on the bus, went home and looked at the sky. The moon is round.

Golden yellow! The road seems more spacious and the lights seem brighter.

Looking back on that man now, his words led me in the direction of progress, and this incident also lit the lamp in my heart and told me that I could ask anything.

I thank my courage, my mouth and my guide.

Life in the city is colorful, just like a little girl's flowered skirt, with countless colors and styles ..... The night in the city is as busy and crowded as the day, and sometimes it is even more lively than the day. Therefore, there are many beautiful lights in the city. They have many different colors: white, yellow, red, blue and blue.

As soon as night fell, the lights came on and lit up the whole city.

People began to go out shopping, walking and playing.

Under the gorgeous lights of rivers and streets, people are happy and give out hearty laughter.

Light, like spring breeze, reflects a soft warmth in people's hearts.

As the night deepened, people dispersed.

People who study at night and students who study at night are all rushing home.

At this time, they may feel a little cold.

However, as long as they look at the colorful lights, they will feel that the lights, like sunshine, inject warmth and warmth into their hearts.

The night deepened, and the dark sky and the dark night flooded the lights.

There was no one in the street, only a few families had sporadic lights flashing in their windows.

The street lamp stood alone by the road, alone.

What would a wanderer think if he saw the bright moonlight at the moment? "The moonlight at home is how bright!" A wanderer in a foreign land will definitely think of his familiar hometown and his hometown far away. The light gives the wanderer a trace of melancholy ... The light brings us a lot of joy and sadness.

At night in the city, the lights are still on, and the slightest light is beating sensitive hearts.

We live in this light, stick to our beliefs and live firmly. ......

Writing a composition on the topic of light is an extremely ordinary electric appliance, but it brings light to the people, drives away darkness and brings infinite hope to others.

And my hometown, Guzhen, the lighting capital of China, replaced these ordinary lamps with that gorgeous floor lamp. The noble and generous chandelier shines more brightly on the earth, making an already beautiful house more radiant and colorful.

In my hometown, the lights in the ancient town are dazzling and varied, so you can feast your eyes and satisfy your critical eyes by visiting.

The lighting in our ancient town is very popular with the public, and it also sells well in more than 0/00 countries around the world.

Many foreign businessmen come here to customize the lighting and ship it abroad, so that more foreigners can know the wonders of the lighting in our ancient town.

Let the lamps market here go to Asia and the world.

The lighting in the ancient town is welcomed by the people because the manufacturers have made great efforts, used first-class materials, and achieved the ultimate in every step. They will try their best to make a temporary lighting, and the shapes of these lighting are also beautiful, diverse, distinctive, full of light and brilliant.

Those foreign businessmen or tourists will be attracted by this temporary exquisite lamp, never tire of seeing it, and even reluctant to part with it.

In these different lamp markets, what the general public and I like best is gorgeous floor lamps.

This floor lamp has a beautiful appearance, mainly made of some crystals and some small bulbs. Although these materials are expensive, you will definitely feel the value for money when you see the effect. The safety test is absolutely passed, so you can use it with confidence.

Noble and generous floor lamps are very popular with everyone. Once people see such a beautiful lamp, they will be full of praise and attracted by it. This is the wonder of floor lamp.

It is precisely because of the uniqueness of ancient town lamps that our ancient town was rated as "the only capital of China lamps market". We decorated these lamps, which were just ordinary, so beautifully and popular, and the people who created them made a lot of efforts.

So we should know how to appreciate it, don't waste their efforts, and at the same time decorate such a beautiful lamp better, so that the title of "only the capital of the lamp market" will remain forever.

If you want to decorate your home more beautifully, come to the ancient town and choose one.

A composition about fire or light? Thank you, everyone. There is never a shortage of lights in my area.

Standing on the balcony, you can see the colorful and unpredictable neon lights on the most prosperous commercial street in this city, and the street lights on the overpass like geese.

Even the windows of tall buildings reveal different colors of lights.

These bright lights reflect the illusion of the city.

So people living in our area like to stand on the balcony, which is very bright in case of power failure.

But maybe it's too bright around and our building is too dark.

Without corridor lights, going up and down stairs at night, and without flashlights, it is difficult to walk.

The only light that comes out of nowhere will be blocked by your torso.

My father and I are both careless people, and we never remember to bring a flashlight when we go out at night.

The high and long steps are like a minefield that hides endless crises. I take every step carefully.

I have always been timid. Every time I hold the wall, I walk step by step with trepidation, for fear of accidentally spraining my ankle or rolling downstairs.

Dad said, I have been a guy who is afraid of death since I was a child.

Dad walks behind me and always takes out a lighter at the right time.

"Chen Wenjing" sounded a few times, a bunch of small flames jumped out, and the corridor suddenly lit up. When I turned around and smiled at my father, I could see a bunch of small flames jumping, and orange was wrapped in a circle of bright blue and extremely warm colors.

Sometimes the small flame is blown by the breeze and swayed to one side, which seems to be about to be blown out, but it is not extinguished.

The flame was so small that it stumbled to the bottom, but it always shone on a piece of land under my feet.

Extremely bright in the dark, this small piece of light is like a gift in the snow.

When we walk into the street and fall into various lights, the flame goes out consciously-unnecessary or ashamed? This article is taken from Education Digest. Colorful light and shadow on the streets of EduZHai.nEt: one bright and one dark, changing neon; A huge bright beam hit the wall of the restaurant.

Fish-like people flow in neon and light beams, reflecting exaggerated and strange colors.

The arrow-like traffic sped past the street lamp like a goose and suddenly stopped.

The lights at the intersection are monotonous alternating red, yellow and green.

It's really gorgeous.

But in winter when the sun goes down earlier and earlier, these dazzling lights look empty and cold.

I came back all the way against the light, but as soon as I entered the wall door, the darkness, the darkness that scared me, came at me.

Although I know there are a lot of China lanterns not far behind me, they can't shine here. Only on the balcony can we see them. Those lights are snobbish.

So every winter night, my father will wait for me downstairs.

I told him that I would arrive around 6: 15, but I always felt that he had been standing for a long time.

He smoked a cigarette, and the exhaled smoke rose slowly under the ancient street lamp in Huang Chengcheng, changing into a wonderful shape and hanging on his head. Seeing me from a distance, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and trampled it out.

Blue-gray smoke is still hovering, I don't know how long it will take, but they all tend to yellow street lamps.

Dad still forgot to bring a flashlight. Maybe he was too lazy to bring it because he had a lighter.

At this time, he took out his lighter again. Chen Wenjing turned a small wheel on the lighter with his thumb, and then suddenly "Chen Wenjing" lit, and the flame jumped out of the small hole, shaking slightly and keeping the flame very hard.

Orange and a circle of blue flames lit up the steps below my father and me, reflected on our faces, and my father put his arm around my shoulder, which made me feel practical and warm.

"This is the advantage of smoking," Dad said with a smile.

This is just a joke, but I can't deny that I am used to the "crackling" sound in the dark, and a small cluster of lovely and warm flames illuminate me.

Once I had a good memory and went out at night with a flashlight. Strange round lights and awkward lights make me uncomfortable.

I would rather go up and down the stairs with my father in a small firelight, and there is a sense of dependence that no matter how gorgeous the lights are.

I once thought to myself that the first money I made in my life would be to buy the best cigarettes and lighters for my father.

At this time, the light from the lighter becomes the brightest and most beautiful light.

The 600-word composition titled "Lighting the Night" hangs over my head like a huge and boundless shady scene.

Last night, the stars disappeared, only a crescent moon hung alone in the sky.

The air seems to have solidified. On the silent road, there are only my footsteps and crickets' cries from time to time.

Unconsciously, I quickened my pace, felt a chill, and sweated my palms carrying my schoolbag.

"Hoo-"A gust of wind blew, and the dead leaves floated down with the wind, making waves of noise.

Meow.

Suddenly, a sad meow broke the silence of the night.

I can't help but see a terrible scene.

I often hear classmates say that it is ominous to hear cats meowing at night, and my heart shrinks. "Ah!" I don't know what tripped me, and my heart suddenly mentioned my throat. Looking down, alas, I was in such a hurry that I accidentally bumped into a stone.

At the moment I looked up, a beam of light passed through the darkness, illuminating my fearful heart.

I slowed down, no longer afraid. Security and warmth surround me, because I know that my mother must have lit it for me.

Motherly love is like a warm spring breeze blowing through my heart, leaving all my fears behind.

Moonlight also becomes gentle and clear as water. At this time, the yellow leaves are also like naughty children, kissing the earth in the cool wind ... When I got to the door, I gently pushed the door open and closed it slowly. "Come back! There is hot porridge on the stove in the kitchen, and some steamed buns have been steamed for you in the pot. Eat while it's hot! " As soon as I turned around, my mother had already left the room. "Come on, give me your schoolbag, and you go to eat!" ""why haven't you slept? Don't you have to get up early tomorrow? " "It's okay, I'm waiting for you, so dark, I'm afraid you're afraid.

(article reading network: three smells) I don't know what to say at the moment, but I feel a warm current slowly flooding my body and my eyes are a little moist.

Looking at my mother's white hair that got up early, I had mixed feelings in my heart.

Every night, with that orange light, I always carry a bag full of happiness and go home easily and happily.

Postscript: More than 0/000 days after I returned from Dai Yue, light has become my indispensable support.

Like a cup of warm tea, in the cold night wind, my lips are dry and my mouth is dry, so I can't wait to drink it. The whole body is warm, and the fragrance floats between your lips and teeth. I will never forget that feeling.

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Speaking of the word "lamp", we can't help thinking a lot.

When night falls, the world is brightly lit.

There are neon lights, incandescent lamps, street lamps ... all kinds of lights can be seen everywhere, and lights are closely related to our lives.

It releases energy infinitely and always leads us in the dark. This is the lamp in our life.

However, there is a kind of lamp, which shows us the way invisibly and transcends everything.

This lamp is a virtue.

I remember reading the Garden of Virtue written by Xiaoling Dingdang, and I was deeply moved. It describes ten fairies, and each fairy has a story that makes people cry. These ten stories profoundly explain kindness, honesty, courage, humility, diligence, respect, responsibility, self-discipline, tolerance and perseverance.

Because of its virtue, fairies saved fairy families from many disasters.

This shows how important virtue is.

Even if you are like a fish in a wild goose, wearing fashionable clothes and heavy makeup, it will only attract the short-term attention of a few people; Even if you are ugly and dressed simply, but in the street, help an old man cross the road and help the injured little brother, then both the old man and the little brother will be deeply moved. The old man must be praising our new generation, and the younger brother may learn to help others from your help.

If a person has no virtue, then his soul is worthless, just like an animal, just a shell, and his heart is empty.

No matter how much material wealth you have, it's futile and you enjoy it all the time.

Moreover, wealth is only temporary, and virtue is endless. This is the wealth of beyond space. With virtue, you have everything.

If a country loses its virtue, it will die; If a person loses virtue, he will fall.

Light the lamp of virtue in your heart, let yourself shine, and make the world full of light, love and harmony.

In life, people often pay too much attention to the people and things related to them. Maybe you pay attention to popular clothing styles and look at their fabrics and values. Whether the money and food reserves at home can last a day, or whether life is rich, go to the hotel to find delicacies, eat, drink and be merry; Or pay attention to nutrition, or pay attention to how to eat reasonably and prolong life.

Perhaps you are more concerned about the size of the housing area, the height of the floor, and whether the geomantic omen of the housing can make you live comfortably; Maybe you often go out, mostly considering whether the road is smooth, whether your work is comfortable, and whether you have made great achievements today.

Have you become the envy of others? Wait, the list goes on.

However, when you see on TV and hear on the radio that many provinces and regions in the south have been hit by heavy snow and freezing rain, resulting in the collapse of houses, the destruction of electronic equipment and traffic congestion, many victims urgently need warm clothes and food to fill their stomachs ... What do you think? When you heard the "5. 12" Wenchuan earthquake, a large number of mountains collapsed, mudslides flooded their homes, and many lives came to the ruins, crying for help.

Have you noticed? Are you excited? Is your heart pounding? Are you heartbroken? For a time, maybe we were shocked, worried, amazed and at a loss by all these sudden disasters; Maybe we once had a beautiful vision for the future, but now we find that all the planned happy life, grand blueprint and lofty pursuit are shattered like beautiful soap bubbles, which makes people feel that they have fallen from a beautiful paradise to eighteen levels of hell.

If we put out the fire of ideals and lose the courage to struggle, then mankind may embark on the road of extinction from now on.

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