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 …
2. Write a composition about the night scene. Night falls quietly, but the sun still seems unwilling to go down, so the blue-gray sky draws a touch of light red in the west.
I go to Jiangbei to play with my mother. Far away, I saw the street lamps on the Dongyang River Bridge, like a group of children traveling, lined up neatly to cross the bridge. They wore colorful summer clothes and gave off a faint light.
Most of the heat in the daytime has faded, and many people come out to enjoy the cool, so there are countless motorcycles, bicycles and cars on the roadside, which are very spectacular. On the bridge, a breeze blows slowly, which makes people relaxed and happy.
In the park under the bridge, people sit together in twos and threes, talking and laughing easily, while children are birds, twittering and running around. Sometimes unknown insects "chirp" into the ear curtain, making people feel the peace of nature.
On the bridge in the east in the distance, colorful lights are reflected in the water and turned into many red and green water columns, which is indescribable beauty. There is an arch bridge in the west, and the arched neon lights are constantly changing colors, just like a gorgeous rainbow.
There may be pipes on the bridge, and countless lights hang in the water, forming a dazzling "waterfall of light", which makes people wonder at the wonderful workmanship! The night is getting deeper and deeper, the lights of the distant villages are dotted with trees, and the dark green hills are far away. At first glance, a heavy splash-ink landscape painting is quietly laid out in front of you. night ...
3. Write a composition around the topic of "Night" (requirement: 600 words). Just lying in bed, I was gradually infected by this long-lost rain. I got up quietly, stood by the window alone and made a cup of green tea. I will slowly enjoy this long-lost cool rainy night.
A few days ago, the temperature remained above 35 degrees, which made people complain. But it was a great night. A cool breeze came at me with a few drops of rain, which made me feel refreshed. Looking at the night and taking a sip of the brewed tea, I suddenly felt comfortable.
It rained harder and harder, and the clouds gradually covered the original bright moon. Make the sky look darker. At this time, I seem to have entered another world, and my brain was cleaned by this cool breath. The arrogant trees on the roadside were also bent by the rain tonight. The hot and silent summer night was also broken by the rain tonight.
It was late at night, and everyone turned off the lights and went to bed. Everything is quiet. At this time, the whole world has become a stage for rain! Rain drops on the ground, making a sound of "da, da, da …"; The rain hit the windowsill, making a "pa pa …" sound; Rain falls on the leaves, and the leaves sing along with it: "Sand, rustling ..." This reminds me of the symphony I enjoyed on TV, which is harmonious and elegant, and many people appreciate it. And this "symphony" tonight, although a bit messy, is unique; Although it is not harmonious, it is natural; It's not very elegant, but simple. Isn't this a feature of nature? I sincerely admire nature, an outstanding "musician", and compose such natural and simple music. I still appreciate it, let the brain revel in beauty, let the heart surge in beauty, and let myself feel the breath of nature.
The wind is still blowing, the rain is still falling, and I am still feeling the coolness of the rainy night in front of the window sill. I object to your copying this composition, but.
4. The most beautiful night composition is night.
Because there are stars, because there is a moon, because there is a deep night sky, and because there are colorful street lamps ... I like swimming at sea-like nights. Walking alone in the cool and colorful night, I got rid of sadness and fatigue, felt relaxed and comfortable, didn't have to think about any troubles, and was no longer bound by the world. I looked at the smooth and bright reflection in the water, and a little lazy thoughts surged. I am the shadow and soul of the night.
The bell is long, accompanied by the hazy night and the cool night wind. You can think of everything, ignore everything and take a deep breath. It seems that there is a faint fragrance of flowers, far away, faint and refreshing. This is the best time of the year in your hometown, because winter is too dry and cold, autumn is too shabby, and summer is too hot, only in this spring, in ten thousand mu. What trees are so towering on both sides of the path in the night? Oh, the trumpet-shaped sycamore is almost standing at your feet; Smelling more and more fragrant flowers, I stepped into the quiet grove. My body and mind were already in the distant clouds, as if I had become a tree, breathing with the surrounding trees, but I was a passer-by in a hurry at night.
Then I travel through the endless forest of time ... Music and words are the love of my life. Just like my blood, I can feel them flowing in my blood every day. They are one with me. They never leave for a moment. When I wake up, they wake up with me, and even when I sleep, they often come to visit me, which makes my dream full of subtle books. I like this kind of atmosphere and I'm crazy about it. Maybe it's my own life state-I like to live in this state forever, and when I don't want to go on forever, I can ride a bike, just like a carefree child, singing songs and wandering on the path, familiar music, melodious bells, poetic tranquility and vastness, endless night, which makes people daydream infinitely! The feeling that words bring me is not only happiness, but also a supreme enjoyment, a spiritual baptism and leap. A person is free from the noise and the world. And the people around you can blend in or pull away; You can whisper, you can smile, just be a silent listener, and then you can forget or learn, without taking it to heart. The world is bright and life is colorful. When did I learn to be so calm? Maybe social university taught me! I am willing to spend my life so leisurely, which is a kind of happiness, a kind of warmth and sweetness! Tepid, there is no need for quick success.
Do what you like and write what you like; Occasionally listen to music and go shopping; Or talk to friends.
Flowers are full of sleeves, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant … I have forgotten that I am just a passer-by in this world … I am a grain of sand, and when the wind blows, I begin my journey; I am a drop of water. Baiyun takes me into the vast sea ... don't ask me where I come from, and don't ask me where I'm going.
5. Write a short essay (600 words required) on the topic of "Night". At night, the sun sets slowly. Just as you were looking at the "flaming clouds" and enjoying the sky, the night crept behind you, blindfolded you, and surprised you that the night came so soon. The night is cold, such as spreading loneliness to the world, but it can't stop the warm lights of the city. After the silence, the noise returned to the city. The moon wandered freely in the sky, heard the sound of the world, climbed up the hillside quietly with excitement, and looked at the downtown area with great interest: in the downtown area, vendors were hawking, and the sound was so loud that the night sky was shaking. A silver crescent moon is hooked in this pool of autumn water. Make a pool of autumn water ups and downs. The faint moonlight fell quietly on the ground, intertwined with the bright lights. People shuttle freely in the moonlight, laugh and choose their favorite items. The moon smiled, smiling calmly and serenely. The moon wandered in the sky and came to the quiet garden. Looking at the garden, she didn't want everything to be so dull. Suddenly, the moon smiled slightly. Suddenly, a piece of silver silk covered the garden. It makes the garden brighter and seems to be covered with a layer of silver frost. The yellow grass became crystal clear, and the tree was dyed silver, covering it like silver sand. In the moonlight, those silver wires shine with silver light from time to time, making this winter tree radiant. Its flashing silver light makes it look like a beautiful jade carving, and that silver light seems to be a diamond embedded in the beautiful jade. Very beautiful. The winding path in the moonlight is silvery white and bright as a layer of frost. In the middle of the night, a sense of tiredness climbed onto Yue's tired body. Looking at the charming scenery, Yue smiled knowingly. It is Yue who dresses up the earth at night. She generously dedicated her masterpiece to the earth. She sank into the Tianhe River and left contentedly. The moon is the makeup artist at night, and you make up the earth at night.
6. A composition about the night. The night hangs over the earth. In the sky, a moon hangs there. At this time, I couldn't hear the autumn insects humming, but I overheard a sigh. Unfortunately, "the moon is not harmonious and hates suffering, and it shines through Zhu Hu obliquely." The cold moonlight shines quietly on the cold windows and prison windows.
People in prison just do what many people want to do but dare not, so they lose their freedom. People in windows have also lost their freedom, although they have never done anything out of line. People in bars dare to do what they want, while people in cold windows dare to do what they don't want to do. In this sense, they are both warriors, but most warriors are foolhardy, so they have to sacrifice their freedom. When they met, they felt.
People in the window understand the truth that "if the sky is going to fall, they must first suffer from their bones and muscles, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and mess with their actions, so patience will only benefit." The window will rot one day, and then the people in the window will be free again. Learning martial arts and selling royalty, Ten Years Under the Window However, it is natural that if you are rich, you will be rich, and if you are poor, you will have fewer friends. People often treat people who come out of prison with cold eyes. People stubbornly believe that "a leopard cannot change his spots", but they ignore the law of "feng shui turns". People who come out from behind bars can still rule the country and level the world, such as Guan Zhong.
Yunfei flies outside the window, flowers bloom and fall, and the horizon of the calendar is thinner every day. Maybe people will forget the people in the window, but the people in the window will never forget themselves. On sleepless nights, they will talk with people around them about their ideals and ambitions until the room is silent. Then there will be one or two sobs and sighs. .
In the late autumn when the west wind is yellow and the grass is cold and the smoke is withered, people outside the window can occasionally see Hong Fei in Huang Yun, and inadvertently think of that sentence: "The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, I don't know where Xiaoxiang is, so it is difficult to miss the geese, which means dusk. I know how to go home in the air, and I will set the sunset in my voice. " Next year, Hongyan will return to the north, and the window is still there. When I came into this world, I would rather be a swan. Autumn wind blows, "leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall" and fly like a butterfly, but people at the window can't see it. There are no four seasons outside the window, but people always have spring, summer, autumn and winter in their hearts. They can listen to frogs, cicadas, wind and rain. .
When the whistling north wind passes through the window, there is no difference between a cold window and a prison window. The cold window is as cold as iron, and the prison window is surprisingly cold. People in the window no longer yearn for the window, because it is as bleak and cold as the window. They just wake up in the middle of the night, and there will be bursts of pain in their hearts, and then they will open their eyes, curl up their bodies and recall the happy past with tears in their eyes. Sleepless nights are always so long, but it's futile to force yourself to sleep hard ... Occasionally catkins or dandelions float into the window, but they soon float away. They don't want to plant in the dark and watch them come and go in a hurry. The people by the window are silent and don't rain, letting tears slide across their faces. This is especially true for things. Why do people feel inferior?
The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. The moon outside the window is round and missing, missing and round, and the years have diluted the memory. The people in the window have no time for these things. Day after day, year after year, they are doing Wu Gang's work of cutting Guangxi. Maybe one day, the window disappears, leaving only a pale hole in the wall. But they won't and dare not cross the window, because they don't know if there is room for them outside the window. Their life is full of mountains and rivers, but they will only bear it silently, and will not hope for a better future. There is rain, tears, sweat, blood and bitter water outside the window. They also have worries, but they have nowhere to go. They envy the ancients, "I don't know the tomb during the day, but I open my eyes and look at the lonely clouds from time to time." Watching the clouds is also a luxury for them. They can only look at the stars in the night sky through the window. A few are enough. They stopped laughing at the frogs in the well, because the sky they saw was as big as a window.
The cold north wind mixed with snowflakes drifted into the window, and people in the window knew that winter was coming. Through the window, watching the white snow falling one by one, I suddenly felt a sense of sadness. Snowflakes are not free. A breeze can change their journey and blow them far away. The man in the window stood there with tears in his eyes. Whether they sympathize with snowflakes or feel sorry for their own situation, the wind doesn't know, snowflakes don't know, and windows don't know.
There is another lack of moon, and the curved crescent moon is like a boat. The window is full of people's dreams. But the boat is too small and there are too many dreams. The ship could not bear it and slowly sank to the horizon.
I will revise it myself and summarize my own things.
7. Write a composition about the night, and watch the night scene on the roof for more than 400 words.
Whenever night falls, the whole Quangang District becomes a sea of lights and a world of lights.
I looked at the blue sky, and a group of countless lovely star dolls blinked as if to say, "How beautiful the starry sky is!" " "
On the wide and straight road, cars come and go in an endless stream, and the street lamps on both sides line up neatly, craning their necks like soldiers to protect pedestrians. High-rise buildings have sprung up on the roadside, and lights are on in every household. In particular, there are many strange lights hanging in this Lida lighting, especially: the two lights cross each other like a rope, flickering, turning around for a while and standing upright for a while, which is very interesting. They are really like a group of dolls playing hand in hand. I can't help admiring: "How beautiful!" There is a jewelry store, resplendent and dazzling. It's really like sunlight! My mother and I came to Baihui in the east. The lights at the entrance of Baihui were like a string of pearls and grapes. There are many cars parked outside. A sea of people. Business is really booming!
Quangang is changing with each passing day, and I believe the future of Quangang will be even better!
Instructor: Instructor: Shi Mingzhu
The little author expresses his love for his hometown with the bright lights in Quangang at night and the excitement of supermarkets and lights.