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.
On the topic of lamps, a solitary lamp tells endless warmth; A solitary lamp, with endless thoughts; A solitary lamp, endless whispers.
I don't know when this lamp came on in the village. When I was a child, I heard old people say that this lamp was terrible. Once there was a scholar who left his newly married wife and went to Beijing to take the exam. His wife waits for her husband to come back at the entrance of the village every day, day and night, sitting under a tree during the day, staring at the road to the capital, and lighting a lamp at night. Waiting day and night, not waiting for my husband, but waiting for a serious illness, so I died at a young age. Every time I talk about this, the old man always sighs that there are so many stupid men and women in the world, and a sweet word hurts people.
In a small village, people don't talk much about things, but once they are praised, they are classics from generation to generation. But there are many spoony men and women in the world, and the most popular thing is love, but different people have different tastes.
Where did the scholar go? Nobody knows. People only remember the infatuation of women. Maybe it's just leaning against the wall at sunset, smoking and talking about something, maybe it's just playing with water while rubbing clothes and stones by the river, accompanied by singing, and floating up again; Maybe just facing the morning sun, watching the clouds roll and relax, and forgetting. ...
The woman was dead, and the original lamp was gone. Nobody remembers what it used to be. It is the legend of talented people and beautiful women, and it is also the interpretation of love by simple people.
At present, there are no women watching the sunrise or sitting in the sunset at the village entrance. But the lamp is still on, and it is in my heart, the hope and concern of the whole family.
I have long wanted to write something to my mother, but I have never been able to do it. Mother is an ordinary peasant woman, simple, ordinary, taciturn and tenacious! Live frugally all your life! I erected a monument for my children with my own practical actions!
Mom's life is a hard life, a hard life, a hard life!
My mother married my father at the age of 27, and they gave birth to five of us! Although life is not rich and there is no shortage of happiness and happiness, it will not last long. When my mother was 44, her 42-year-old father died, leaving her fragile mother with a small family! Facing the four walls of the family and us holding the baby, the middle-aged mother was in tears, crying about the injustice of fate, the cruelty of heaven and the hardship of her own fate! Many good people advised my mother to go one step further, but look at our five brothers and sisters. My mother wiped her sad tears and resolutely provoked the burden of the family! I still clearly remember that my mother was carrying water on her back in the cold winter! I still remember that time when my mother led us to pick up ears of wheat and beans because of the large population and insufficient food! I still remember clearly that my mother never bought us new clothes to go to school! My brothers are getting older every year, and they want to marry a wife. Big brother and second brother get married without debt, and third brother really borrows money when he gets married! I still clearly remember my mother's embarrassed expression when she borrowed money from others! Broke our hearts! ! As the days passed, my mother's white hair became more and more, the calluses on her hands became thicker and thicker, and the wrinkles on her face became more and more! Mom explained what is strong and what is a challenge with her own practical actions! My mother, who walked silently through bitter water and tears, told us what unyielding is! As the saying goes, "Suffering is the best school in life"! Under the influence of my mother, our five brothers and sisters learned to work, learn to be independent, learn to do things, and learn to be independent! ! Also learned self-respect and self-love!
Mom is a lamp in my heart! Whenever I am impetuous, I will think of my mother's determined face! Whenever life is unhappy, I will think of my mother's unyielding eyes, and I will have strength!
There are four essays on the topic of lights, that is, there is a person waiting for you with the lights on in the dark night. -inscription
There is a faint taste called happiness. The smell around my nose is my mother's hair.
Mom loves me. Along with my home. Someone once said, "Home is a person waiting for you with a light on in the dark." Mom is the one who lights the lamp.
The night wiped out the last sunset, and the night was shrouded. In an instant, some naughty stars suddenly appeared in the sky. At the moment I was wrapped, a ray of dawn showed me the way home. Through the glass window, I vaguely smelled the smell of my mother's hair, and instantly found that the smell of home was so rich.
"The child's pain is always doubled on the mother." I forget who said it, but I will never forget it.
When I was sick, my mother snuggled up to the bed and guarded her, and her red eyes were full of tears; When I fail, my mother is always more depressed than me; When I am in pain, my mother is always more sad than me. This is an ordinary and great mother.
After several spring and autumn periods, I woke up to know that this boxing loves my son and is about maternal love. But now my mother is suffering from illness in the distance. I see, the greatest love in the world is this strong maternal love.
I still smell the fragrance of my mother's hair in my dream, and follow my mother's habit of lighting a lamp every night. By the glass window, let the night darken and say to my mother, "I'll wait for her at home." I grew up when I was confused in the past and matured when I was naive. I remember what my mother taught me all my life. I've learned that lucky people only have the responsibility to care for the unfortunate people, and there is no reason to discriminate against them. I learned to treat other people's misfortunes as my own sorrow. ...
I want my mother to see the lights, think of her children and think of home. Because I will light this lamp again tonight. ...
The topic of light in composition 5 has a faint taste of happiness. My visual smell is my mother's familiar hair fragrance.
My mother loves me and my family. Someone once said, "Home is a person waiting for you with a light on in the dark." Mom is the one who lights the lamp. The night shyly wiped out the last ray of setting sun, and a curtain was hung on the mountains and rivers. A few naughty stars suddenly appeared in the sky, circling around the moon. At the moment when I was wrapped in breach of contract, a bunch of bright lights showed me the way home. Through the glass, I vaguely smelled the fragrance of my mother's hair floating by the lamp. Perhaps on my way home, as a lost lamb, I suddenly found the smell of home so strong.
"The child's pain is always doubled in the mother's place." I forget which celebrity said it, but I have never forgotten this sentence. When I was sick, my mother snuggled up to the bed and guarded me. There were countless rabbits in my heart, and tears were always in her red eyes. When I fail, my mother's problems are more frustrating than mine; When I am in pain, my mother is always more sad than me. This is an ordinary and great mother. Only when children are in adversity will they shed those strong tears, and the tears of mothers will always be loving and holy. After several years of spring and autumn, I realized that this boxing is about loving my son and talking about maternal love. But now my mother left her hometown for me and suffered in the distance. "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son should be filial and the relatives are absent. " I see, the greatest love in the world is this strong maternal love.
I also smelled the fragrance of my mother's hair in my dream. Follow mother's habit and light a lamp every night.
When you are nearby, light a lamp. By the glass window, let the night shine and tell my mother, "I'll wait for her at home." I grew up when I was confused in the past and matured when I was naive. I remember the little things my mother gave me in my life, and learned to share my parents' pain with me, and learn to regard the misfortunes of others as my own sorrow. ...
I want my mother to see the lights, think of her children and think of home. Because I will light this lamp again tonight. ...
The light in front of us is white, but the light it emits is colorful, because it washes the road like an angel and cares for passers-by. Cycas are more beautiful and moving under the backlight, adding a color to the summer night.
It suddenly occurred to me that year, I was only four years old, chasing the moon on the scenic belt by the river.
For a while, I forgot my family and ran away. Turning around, I stood alone under the dim street lamp, at a loss.
At a loss, I don't know the way home, and I don't remember my home phone number. I was so scared of everything around me that I slowly shrank under the street lamp.
Looking at the sparkling lake, the silence of the sky reflected by the lake, the thin body blown by the cold wind, the loneliness in the cold wind is particularly restless, the street lights are flashing, and fear occupies the heart at this moment. So I squatted under the street lamp, tears appeared in my eyes and began to sob.
It's getting dark. I look at the pedestrians on the road and feel more and more lonely.
Suddenly, an old woman saw me under the street lamp and asked me kindly, "Are you lost, little friend?" I suddenly looked up and saw her, but I cried even more sadly. Tears fell like a tap that couldn't be turned off. I kept wiping my tears with my sleeve.
Seeing this situation, she also squatted down and looked at me, staring at me like the sun, and said to me in a gentle voice: "Little friend, I am not a bad person, I can help you go home. Do you believe me? "
I hesitated for a moment and nodded to her with a grain of salt.
So she asked my address and home phone number, but I shook my head and said softly, "I don't know."
At that moment, she took out her mobile phone without saying anything and dialed 1 10.
When the police arrived at the scene, she left silently. Although she didn't help me find a home directly in the end, without her, my consequences might be unimaginable.
At the moment, I am walking under the lamp, thinking about her, looking at the lamp in front of me, lost in thought.
Love is like a lamp. If you light it with your heart, it will illuminate others, you and me, and illuminate every corner of the world.
Composition 7 The topic of lamp "lamp" is an extremely common word. With the passage of time and the changes of the times, lamps are also undergoing tremendous changes. In history, the ancient people used lamps in a relatively simple form, generally using candles. Now with the continuous development of science and technology, there are more and more forms of lights.
Burning life, glowing.
In the middle of the night, the sound of reading came from a humble room. Walking in, I turned out to be a poor scholar! By candlelight, his face looks particularly thin and he is studying hard. Gradually, the night deepened and the white candles became shorter. The candle oil still dripped down the candle and suddenly solidified. Over and over again, without interruption
Outside, the cock is crowing. The scholar rubbed his temple with his hand. Is he awake? Still not sleeping? There are no candles on the candlestick, only solidified wax oil, as white as snow. That night, the candle burned out, but it ushered in the light. On a vibrant morning, the scholar packed his bags and prepared to go to Beijing to take the exam. Isn't studying hard for a few years at a cold window just for an overseas Chinese to get promoted or get rich? When the scholar walked out of the court examination room in high spirits, perhaps the candlelight of this night was not lit in vain!
In modern times, the electric light invented by Edison after numerous failures has gradually entered thousands of households. Now every household, every lamp is different, candles can only be used as "accessories" or "spare supplies" lying quietly in a corner.
White as snow, driving away darkness.
In the classroom, students read ancient Chinese under the double-tube fluorescent lamp. Slowly, the sound of reading loudly becomes smaller, probably because you have no strength! However, the lights are still bright, dazzling and dazzling. Like a touch of snow on the branches in winter, crystal clear.
When the maintenance master removed the burnt lamp, the life of the old lamp was over. Like burnt-out white candles, they all fulfilled their mission. The brand-new lamp tube is embedded in the lamp frame, and it begins its journey, to know, to follow and to pursue.
Lights change with each passing day, but their mission is the same. Willing to burn for others, willing to pay for others!
I am a lamp, a street lamp. I stood on the side of the road, shining with my friends in the dark.
My friends and I have been on the side of the road, without the nourishment of land, water and farmers to fertilize us. We just put the wire and the iron together, an ordinary street lamp. We cannot give others warmth, but we give them light.
Wind and rain can't destroy us. Although we are not the strongest, we are not destined to be the strongest. However, we are not afraid and have never been afraid. We are just a street lamp, nobody cares, but I let people care. Because I know who I am, why I came to the global village and what I came to the global village for.
Whenever night falls, we open our eyes and emit a kind of white material called light, so that people in the dark are no longer confused and can find their way.
I stood there and witnessed with my own eyes the rise of tall buildings in inch-by-inch farmland and the growth of various flowers and plants on the wasteland, turning the barren countryside into a vibrant city. And next to these tall buildings, there are street lamps. I am still there, my light is weak, and I am old, but I am still shining here.
There is an animal called man. They are creatures that "it is difficult to draw bones from tiger skin, but people know their faces but not their hearts". They are unpredictable on the surface, but I can't fathom their hearts. They created us, but they destroyed us ... which puzzled me.
In recent years, people have been destroying and dismantling us. My friends have fallen down one by one, and new people have taken up their jobs one by one. I feel terrible! But I still use my few lives to protect mankind from the siege of the night and from wandering.
I am a street lamp, and my destiny is to add some light and confidence to the night. I am not great, but ordinary. I am an ordinary telephone operator between day and night. I send away the night and welcome the day. I know that one day, I will be pushed down by human beings, but I want to use my little life to illuminate everyone, illuminate everyone's heart with light, and make people's hearts full of love and sunshine.
I am a street lamp, an ordinary street lamp. ...
In life, there are many things that people care about each other, such as: there is no one at home and neighbors cook for themselves; I broke my arm and my classmates stopped bleeding. When it rains, I don't bring an umbrella, and others lend it to me. Although these little things are trivial, sometimes they can benefit others a lot.
There was a power outage at home that night, so I went outside to play, and then I went back when the power came. I'm too tired to play by the river, so I want to rub my eyes to wake up. Just as I rubbed my eyes, electricity came. I ran back happily at once. However, there is no light in our small street, so we can only walk in the dark, as if the flowers and plants on both sides of the road have become dark, and Sister Moon seems to have turned black. I especially hate the dark, because it is a symbol of death, and it is precisely because I hate the dark that I become very afraid of the dark. Suddenly, a pure white "electronic eye" appeared in front of me. I looked at it and thought: Is this the legendary Frankenstein? It seems that the "electronic photoeye" saw me and immediately "flew" over. I saw this "naked eye" coming and tried to escape, but my legs were weak and I sat limply on the ground. "No, please don't eat me!" I yelled. "Who said I want to eat you, little brother? Have you watched too many science fiction movies? " A strange voice came into my ear.
"Ah, turned out to be a person. Scared me to death. " I patted my chest. "Little brother, are you all right?" My uncle is going to reach out and help me up. "No, thanks." I immediately got up and took a step "ouch." This cry made me realize that I sprained my foot when I sat down just now. "Little brother, you see your foot is hurt. Come, let me take you home. " I was just about to turn him down. But he put me on his back. When I was lying on my uncle's straight back, a warm current flowed from time to time. He walked me up the stairs. I watched him go away and lit a lamp in my heart, a lamp to help others.
10 composition on the topic of lighting Walking down the street, I wandered under the colorful lights, and the shadow behind me was elongated by the lights.
With the arrival of winter and the pain of adding a class in the third grade, I often enjoy the sacred feast of light in the dark early.
One day when I came home from school, I looked out of the window and habitually turned on many lights in the room. Not only did my mother scold me for forgetting to turn off the light, but I arrived as scheduled. I am used to wearing headphones to isolate myself from the noisy world. My mother was very helpless when she saw this.
I don't know since when, whenever I go home, the lights in the corridor are always on in advance, and my mother is holding them at the door. When I see it's me, I will give a happy smile. In the long run, I will reply.
That day can be said to be my unlucky day or a happy day. That morning, the Chinese teacher gave me a surprise. Looking at the failed test paper, I felt mixed feelings. I have been depressed for a day and want to find a spiritual comfort. The weather was not beautiful, and it rained heavily after school. I rode home without a poncho. Suddenly, with a bang, the car seemed to lose its balance, and the rear tire suddenly fell flat on the ground. I stopped at once, and after checking, I found that the tire burst, and my heart suddenly fell to the bottom, braving the rain and pushing the car home. At this time, I have been complaining about how unlucky I am today, and the broken jar is broken. I felt desperate and walked slowly in the rain. Downstairs, it was already 30 minutes later. According to common sense, I arrived five minutes early. At this time, I went upstairs without scruple. Suddenly, the lights in the corridor lit up, as if to light up my future. I subconsciously looked at the door, and my mother was looking at me anxiously. I rushed up and hugged my mother, and my sadness seemed to dissolve instantly.
Through my mother, the lights are so bright today.
Someone lights a lamp at home and waits for you to come back. Which light illuminates your way forward.