An 800-word composition, I went fishing with my father on a happy day.

It's late at night, and boundless darkness hangs over the earth. The dim stars are looming, and a silent stage play is staged in the dark night. There was silence in the small bedroom. I can feel the rapid and slow breathing affectionately, and the atmosphere of fear spreads quietly. I don't know when I began to be afraid of the dark. It's like a pair of invisible big hands, cruelly pinching my throat and suffocating me. I am wrapped in a quilt, and a pair of frightened eyes are on guard beside me. The curtains were blown by the wind, making a rustling sound, like a demon from hell, opening scarlet eyes and making a heart-pounding cry. My expression is like a nervous and frightened song. At the climax, the strings suddenly collapsed. "Ah" a shrill voice still pierced the silent night sky. My mother rushed over, pushed open the bedroom door and saw me huddled in the corner shivering. She approached me, held me in her arms and whispered, "Be good, don't be afraid, mom is here." The warm body temperature touched the soft place in my heart, and I cried "unscrupulously". I don't know how many times I have seen such a scene on such a night. My mother hugged me, gently stroked my head and whispered. I held her tightly and smelled the familiar body fragrance, and my fear disappeared in the quiet snoring with my mother. Dad once said to me: "You have grown up, don't be afraid of the dark anymore. One day, you will still face the darkness alone. " Dad, I understand everything you said, but at night, the courage during the day disappears, because the enemy is too strong. I remember another time when I opened my eyes and saw my mother sleeping on the edge of the bed. I sat up quietly and studied her face carefully. Ah, the passage of time still leaves years of vicissitudes in the corner of my mother's eye. I don't know when there are a few strands of silver in my black hair, which tells me that my mother is old. A tired look is accompanied by a peaceful sleep. Mom! You worry about me every day and accompany me at night. You must not have a good rest. Faded heart wall, emerging picture. You took my hand and walked on the bluestone steps to school; When I was sick, you took good care of me by the bed; When it was raining cats and dogs, I was waiting to go home ... Everything, a river composed of every drop of water, was surging with waves on the rocks in my heart, and the raised waves turned into crystal tears, and I deeply blamed myself. The still silent night curtain is still in the small bedroom. The bright moonlight shone into the room through the window and I fell asleep quietly. Warm and comfortable, with a warm song in my heart. Comfort me in the dark. I have this picture in my heart. My mother and I snuggled up happily, and her hand was still stroking my head. Because affection has given me the strength to overcome the fear of the night, I am no longer afraid, and I am no longer afraid of my mother's company. The night is deep, good night, world; Good night, mom!