The night is like a huge, boundless black curtain over my head. Last night the sky was full of stars, only a crescent moon hung alone in the sky.
The air seemed to freeze up, and on the silent road, there was only the sound of my footsteps and the sound of crickets chirping from time to time. Unconsciously, I accelerated my pace, I felt a chill, and the palm of my hand gripping my bag was sweating. "Whew--" A gust of wind blew, and the dry leaves drifted down with the wind, making a loud sound. "Meow--". Suddenly, a miserable cat's cry broke the silence of the night. I can't help but recall a horrific scene in my mind. I often read on the Internet that hearing a cat's cry at night is always a bad omen, and my heart contracted for a moment, "Ah!" I don't know what tripped under my feet, my heart was in my throat, look down, alas, the original walk too fast, accidentally hit the stone. In the moment I looked up, a light came through the darkness and illuminated my fearful heart.
I slowed down my pace, because I knew that it must be my mother for me to light. The warmth of my mother's love was like a spring breeze, and the fear in my heart went out of my mind.
To the door of the house, I gently pushed open the door, and slowly closed, "back, I left food for you, in the pot." "Come book bag to me, go eat!"
"Don't you have to work tomorrow?"
"It's okay, I'll wait for you, I'm afraid you're afraid of the dark."
"--" I did not say anything, I ran up to hold the mother, in the mother's arms feel a stream of warmth slowly submerged in my body, the eyes actually some wet. Seeing a trace of my mother's head hidden in the black hair, but not very visible is black hair, has long been covered by white hair, I have mixed feelings at this time.
Every night, there is that withered yellow light, I always carry a bag full of happiness, easy and happy home.
2. Write about the lamp at night essay bookThe silent night exudes an eerie smell. In that one horrible night, it was the street lamps, which illuminated that one road and drove away the fear from everyone's heart.
The light of the street lamp is weak, it is not as bright as neon lights, but its light is softer, like a mother's hand as warm. More importantly, if you are walking alone on a dark and empty road, you will always speed up your pace, like leaving this eerie ghost place earlier. However, if there is a high streetlight just ahead, it is as if someone has pulled you out of the abyss of pain. At this point, you will feel a sense of relief, as if trapped in the darkness when you see the sun.
In the dark night, people are sleeping, the street lamp is still working silently. That's because it wants to let those who work at night know that they are not alone, there is a street lamp in the company of them.
The sky, gradually bright; the sun, gradually up; people, began to work; the earth, began to wake up. When the earth is rubbing the drowsy eyes, the street lamp, tired. It wants to rest for a while. Looking at the children carrying small schoolbags to go to school happily, jumping, the street lamp smiled, it knows, last night, the children slept well.
Because, the street lamp accompanied him all night ......
3. Lights in the darkness of the night EssayChiseling walls to steal the light, the bag of fireflies reading at night by the students of the world to be recited, and who has thought of teaching them to read and literacy teacher?
The light in the night is the best testimony of the teacher's hard work.
The light is still there, the teacher is also there. But we have long been in the dreamland ...... think of this, on weekdays "fierce teacher" hate all gone, more added a few points of respect.
As a child, I hated teachers. This is because the teacher had great hopes for me - he whipped me, of course, it hurts, but every stroke is mixed with expectations of me.
Now, I respect my teachers, and that's because they are tough on us on weekdays. It is their wise teaching, leading me on the road to success. Understand that they have paid a lot, because the silver threads in their hair are shining. Please look back at the section belonging to their own but teachers to help you pave the way of life.
4. Teacher night lights essay 1000 words narrativeThe night sky stars shine, the lights are still bright, your tall figure is still reflected in the bushes outside the window, pen brush brush across the surface of the paper sound is still clearly audible, and occasionally came the heavy sigh, is the mischief of our naughtiness merciful forgiveness.
Late at night, the lights are on again, the title page of the lesson plan is once again lifted, tired of the text of the spirit of the row in the quadrangle grid, recounting tomorrow's homework, explaining the meaning of life. I still remember your seemingly stern eyes, the language contains drops of true love, that is your love for us the most subtle and sincere outpouring.
You have always not let us in the meal when both hands are carrying soup, "acrobatics" like walking back to their seats at the table. But we risked getting burned trying to walk back to our seats at the table, and we did it with both hands.
In our "acrobatics" again and again, nearly fell, you finally could not help, said: whoever again two hands to carry soup and burned, you will be punished! However, how many people can really understand this loving reprimand? In order to protect us from injury, in order to let us have a healthy body, you use the most ordinary way to express the most concerned love. The surface of the stern but inner delicate you, always inadvertently, the flow of warm love, that fatherly love.
Sun and moon flow, in the rain running around the figure of writing tomorrow's course, night palm light, turn and turn the pages of the book recorded yesterday's dedication. The language of the eyes recounts the pain in the heart, the upturned corners of the mouth contain the hardships of the night, and the laughter of the classroom is filled with pride in us.
I don't dare, light up the lamp in front of the window. The light of the late night, the lamp, writing implied love.
Light up the lamp Last night, the rain made, who closed the window for us? This morning, the wind is cold, who told us to add clothes? Today, the gathering, who **** us laugh? Tomorrow, when we leave, who will be with us? Last night, the wind and rain, the leaves were hit by the clattering sound, raindrops flying into the dormitory, bringing a hint of cold air wrapped around our hazy sleep. And you ignore the cold of the night, get up for us to close the stubbornly open window, with the hands difficult to move the edge of the window, cold raindrops along the wind broke in, wet your warm hair, wet your thin clothes.
Sleep, suddenly become more sweet, dreaming, full of stars fragrance filled the sky. Early in the morning, the autumn wind gusts attack, the golden poplar tree leaves fall one after another, marking the arrival of the golden autumn.
Getting up early, you did not forget to urge us to add a few more pieces of clothing, "It's cold, more clothes". At the same time we haphazardly put on the school uniform lab coat, only remember to urge us you forgot to add clothes for themselves.
The wind blew, bursts of cold, blowing on the body, cool in the heart. After all, light up that lamp.
Late at night, that lamp, feeling the delicacy of love. Lights out If the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea.
*** ringing the moment, you use the faculty whip as a pulp, rowing that ship-like moored in the harbor of the textbook. On the desk, the problem is stacked, as if the reef is arranged, you gesture vividly as a flying bird, on the podium to wave a beautiful arc - the ship through ...... the sky can not float a cloud, as if you bright heart, a faction of the high and distant.
Love is deep like the sea, the grace is heavy like a mountain, the teacher's grace is unforgettable, you lit the lamp in the dead of night and how can it go out, that is to illuminate the future of the lamp ah, never die! Gently, blow out the lamp in my hand, because the lamp in my hand is far less than one ten thousandth of you, slowly, light up the lamp in my heart, in my heart to leave you always tall figure. Late at night, that lamp, all night bright .......
5. City lights at night essayCity life is colorful, colorful, like that little girl's flower skirt, with countless colors and styles.
The night of the city is as busy as the daytime with traffic and pedestrians, and sometimes even more lively than the daytime. So, the city has a lot of beautiful lights, they have a lot of different colors: white, yellow, red, blue, all kinds of different lights to dress up (decorate) the city very beautiful.
Just as night falls, the lights come on and illuminate the city. People began to come out to shop, walk and play. The gorgeous lights by the river and on the street left people's happy figures and scattered people's cheerful laughter. Lights such as the spring breeze, in people's hearts into a soft warmth.
The night is gradually deep, people scattered. People who work late shifts and students who study late are rushing home. At this time, they may feel a little chill. However, as long as they take a look at the colorful lights, they will certainly feel the lights like sunshine, the warmth, warmth into their hearts.
The night was a little deeper, and the dark sky and dark night drowned out the lights. The street is already empty, only a few homes in the window still flashing a few sporadic lights. Streetlights stand alone on the side of the road,
Single. If a traveler sees this moonlight light, what will he think? "The moon is the hometown Ming", must be in a foreign country of the traveler will think of that familiar hometown, that far away from the father and mother of the countryside
pro, the light and gave the traveler a trace of melancholy ......
The light brought us many, many, many, there is happiness! There is despair and joy and sadness. In the city at night, the lights are still on, that a trace and a trace of light knocked a sensitive heart. And we live in this light, holding our faith firmly in life ......
6. Essay: Lights in the night 400 wordsEvery year when others wish each other a Merry Christmas, it is also the busiest time for me to work. It has been a few consecutive days after work and then add about two hours of work, the whole day to deal with the table can not be finished piling up a variety of documents, invoices, the office these days is also a person, lively and extraordinary. Seems to be the development zone to engage in this provision, the year's exports must be accounted for before the end of the year, in order to rebate, there is no turnover, buffer time, so that the production factories and foreign trade companies dazed and confused. This month I have to do the usual two or three months of workload, I remember last year I was busy after a disease, hopefully not this year, I believe that my usual sports training in this critical moment will play a role.
Every day when I go home, the whole city has been shrouded in the night, through the glass of the bus window, only to see the lights in the night skimming, drawing a hasty arc, the street pedestrians much less, but the traffic is still continuous, headlights and roadside colorful billboards, light boxes combined with a colorful night scene. Arrived at the station off the car, across the road can see my window, although and the road is still separated by a small river, but from the sixth floor windows reflecting the light, always far from the eyes to attract me. When I look at the soft white light from the window at night, my heart is instantly wrapped in a warm feeling. Through the light in the kitchen, I know that my husband must be busy at this moment, and when I see the light on in the study, my daughter must be immersed in her own world with her computer. Whenever this happens, I always speed up my steps to meet the warm light. Home, is a happy nest, is a cozy station, the window light will always be out for the family and light, that warm light for you to drive away fatigue, that warm light to bring you confidence. Today's temperature dropped a lot, the cold wind I once again ran to the soft light, heart full of home warmth.
7. The square at nightThe square at night
The sun went down in the west, and the neon lights in the square lit up.
After dinner, people came to the square one after another. The square is bustling with activity.
Men and women of all ages are doing their own sports. It is not difficult to see people's awareness of health, love of life, and more expressive of the ease of life.
Beautiful music attracted me and my good friends to the center of the square. The center of the square is a small world for people.
Some play tai chi, some dance knife, some in the dance, we also can not help with the beat of the music gently dance. When we got tired, we sat down and rested for a while.
And then to the century sail sculpture, here is the children's paradise. Skateboarding, roller skating, cycling ...... even the little babies to come together, sitting in the car, adults also shook the fan from time to time to give them mosquitoes.
Look, the lawn looks more charming. In the weak light, the top of the lawn floated a layer of light white fog, as if the summer girl to the lawn with a thin layer of white veil.
The water in the fountain also danced to the music, and from a distance it looked like an uneven column of water. It was late at night, and the music gradually stopped.
The people who worked out one night left in twos and threes. It was time for us to go home.
The beautiful square is calm again.
8. Teacher night lights essay 1000 words narrative essayThe night sky stars shine, the lights are still bright, your tall figure is still reflected in the bushes outside the window, the sound of pen brush across the surface of the paper is still clearly audible, and the occasional heavy sighs, is the mischief of our naughtiness mercifully forgiven. Late at night, the light is on again, the title page of the lesson plan is once again lifted, the tired words of the spirit of the row in the four-sided grid, narrating tomorrow's homework, explaining the meaning of life.
Lift the lamp in your heart
I still remember your seemingly stern eyes, the language contains drops of true love, that is your love for us the most subtle and sincere show.
You have never let us in the rice both hands are carrying soup, "acrobatics" like walking back to their seats at the table. But in order to walk once less, we still risked being burned two hands "support the balance". After we "acrobatics" again and again, almost fell, you finally could not help, said: whoever is carrying soup with two hands again and burned, you will be punished!
However, how many people can really understand this loving reprimand? In order to protect us from injury, in order to let us have a healthy body, you use the most common way to express the most concerned love. You are stern on the surface but delicate in the heart, always inadvertently, showing warm love, that fatherly affection. The sun and the moon flow, in the rain running around the figure of writing tomorrow's course, night palm light, turn and turn the pages of the book recorded yesterday's dedication. The language of the eyes recounts the pain in the heart, the upturned corners of the mouth contain the hardships of the night, and the laughter of the classroom is filled with pride in us.
I don't dare, light up the lamp in front of the window.
Late at night, the lamp, writing implied love.
Light up the lamp
Last night, the rain made, who closed the window for us?
Last night, the wind and rain were heavy, the leaves were hit with a crash, raindrops flew into the dormitory, bringing a touch of cold air winding our hazy sleep. And you ignore the cold of the night, get up for us to close the stubbornly open window, with the hands difficult to move the edge of the window, cold raindrops along the wind broke in, wet your warm hair, wet your thin clothes. Sleep, suddenly become more sweet, dreaming, full of the fragrance of the sky filled the sky.
Early in the morning, the autumn wind gust attack, the golden poplar tree leaves fell a piece and a piece, marking the arrival of the golden autumn. You get up early and you do not forget to urge us to add a few more pieces of clothing, "It's cold, more clothes". While we were putting on our school uniforms, you only remembered to advise us, but you forgot to add more clothes for yourself. The wind blew, gusts of cold, blowing on the body, cool in the heart.
Eventually, the lamp was lit.
Late at night, that lamp, feeling the delicate love.
Lights out
If the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. *** The moment you sound, you use the staff whip as a pulp, rowing that ship-like moored in the harbor of the textbook. On the desk, the problem is stacked, as if the reef is arranged, you gesture vividly as a flying bird, on the rostrum wave a beautiful arc - the ship through ...... the sky does not come a cloud, as if you bright heart, a faction of the high and distant.
Love is like the sea, heavy as a mountain, teacher's grace is unforgettable, you lit the lamp in the dead of night and how can it go out, that is to light up the future of the lamp ah, never die!
Gently, blow out the lights in the hand, because the lights in my hand is far less than one ten thousandth of you, slowly, light up the lights in the heart, in my heart to leave you always tall figure.
Late at night, the lamp, all night bright ......