In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, explanatory essays, practical essays and argumentative essays according to different genres. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a composition about writing at night that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. About writing night composition 1
Night is so beautiful and charming.
Walking on the romantic night streets, the crowds coming and going, the bustling shops, and the bright street lights make this city, which was still lifeless in the morning, become lively and joyful.
I stood in the middle of the night market, looking at the night sky. Countless brilliant stars seemed like a dream. My hand stretched out to the night sky, but it was out of reach. Why, everyone, just pay attention to the boring and ordinary things we see every day, instead of discovering something surprising and strange.
Now, I continue to walk. This night is crazy and exciting. It is ridiculous that people only pursue what is in front of them. Although the night is beautiful and crazy, but if the madness goes too far, this night will be endless, showing a terrible smile.
I walked to the end of the street, and the twelve o'clock bell rang. People spent a hard, tiring, and happy day.
I lay on the bed and closed my eyes. Today everything passed like a dream. I will have a good dream and wait for the arrival of tomorrow.
It’s night, it’s quiet and peaceful. Only there, a few musician crickets, played for people at night, bringing us into sleep.
The night is so beautiful and peaceful, but also so crazy and scary. About Writing Night Composition 2
This year’s New Year’s Eve is celebrated at grandma’s house, because the family wants to be reunited. In addition, grandma’s house is relatively large.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the family sat in front of the TV to enjoy the New Year's Eve dinner---the Spring Festival Gala. Mom and the others were watching while making dumplings. I like to eat sauerkraut filling and celery filling.
At around nine o'clock, the sound of firecrackers rang outside. I was really anxious to celebrate the New Year, haha. I couldn’t sit still anymore. My grandpa took me to the vegetable garden to set off firecrackers on the snow. There were many firecrackers in my grandpa’s house. We set off one by one and watched the fireworks rising into the sky. I jumped and shouted. This is my most popular firecracker of the year. Happy times. The last one is the largest of all the firecrackers and takes the longest time to set off. With a "swish", a cannon flew into the sky, and with a "boom" it exploded, and colorful fireworks fell from the mid-air, like flowers. This cannon has sixty-four shots per gun, and each shot has its own characteristics. Some are like chrysanthemums, some are like plum blossoms, and some are like five-pointed stars. The most beautiful ones are like shooting stars, flying in the sky, and the beauty is like a fairy tale.
When the clock rings at midnight, the Year of the Sheep has truly arrived. I am twelve years old and I want to become an upright man! About Writing Night Composition 3
During the Chinese New Year, every family is joyful and decorated with lanterns and colorful lanterns, and my family is no exception.
During the day, everyone gathered together, talking and laughing, and it was very lively. In the evening, the whole family happily sat together to eat New Year's Eve dinner. "Wow, there are so many dishes today!" There are braised fish, steamed buns, giant turtle, crispy shrimp, etc. As soon as the meal started, I couldn't wait to raise the full Coke cup and said to Grandpa: "Grandpa, I wish you good health and all the best in the new year!" "Okay, okay, Grandpa also wishes you progress in your studies." "Thank you. , Grandpa." I ran to grandma's seat and said to him: "Grandma, I wish you a long life as long as the east sea!" "Thank you, thank you!" Grandma smiled from ear to ear. "Dad, Mom, I also wish you all the best in your work." "Thank you!" After congratulating everyone, I returned to my seat and ate with relish, and kept saying: "It's delicious. It's so delicious. "Comrades, stop for a moment, I'm going to start giving out red envelopes," grandma said humorously. "Yeah! I'm finally going to give out red envelopes." I was so happy.
It was completely dark, and I had no intention of eating anymore, so I dragged my father and brother and forced them to take me downstairs to set off fireworks. My brother couldn't resist me, so he had to take me down.
We set off fireworks one after another, and the whole sky was filled with colorful fireworks. Sound, laughter, and noise filled the entire New Year's Eve, and we ushered in an auspicious Year of the Ox.
About writing night composition 4
We bought a Christmas tree, and of course we had to buy decorations, such as musical notes, bows, various...
At 7:30 in the evening, we had to open A ChristmasPart. We took the Christmas tree to the party place; prepared some food: oranges, sugar oranges, Swiss sugar...; we also prepared gifts for each other; we also recorded a few nice songs; except for me and My sister also invited her cousin, cousin, and my friends.
The party started. We lit candles instead of turning on the lights, and everyone danced to the music. The candles went out, and I said, "Christmas Part, officially begins." My sister picked up the spray can and started spraying. Next we gave each other gifts. My sister gave me a piggy bank. Then we ate. After a while, I remembered and said, "Let's take pictures!" "Okay! Good! Good!" my sister clapped her hands and shouted. We took many photos around the Christmas tree.
I had a really happy Christmas Eve this year. About Writing Night Composition 5
The summer night is still pitifully hot. The boiling heat has covered the wind blowing from the fan, and it woke me up from my dream, without giving me any A chance to dream.
The room was dark, with only a few weak street lights crawling in from the window. I walked towards the window sill, shielding myself from the dark air. Suddenly my eyes became much brighter, and I could see the peerless night outside the window. From time to time, a soft breeze came from the window, and the breeze blew past my cheek, as if a pretty little girl was teasing me, and I felt so happy in my heart. It feels a little cooler. My window sill faces a mountain. Although the mountain is not high, it is covered with various trees and weeds. At the foot of the mountain is an alley, with about ten families living on both sides of the alley. There are a few small stars scattered in the night sky, and I can see them twinkling, as if they are blinking; as if they are playing; and as if they are sarcastic to me, why can't I sleep so late at night? But the moon was not seen around the stars. The entire night sky has a dark color. Although there are many trees and weeds on the mountain, you can't hear the screams of various insects. It would be terrible if you were in your hometown during this season. The screams and carnival sounds of various insects are heard at night. , so you have no chance of insomnia. It's midnight now, but there are still a few houses with lights on. There may be some people who can't sleep like me, or some people like to sleep with the lights on. I'm not sure. There is no need to study this issue. The street lights on the alleys really stay up all night, with only orange lights spreading faintly on the road. People who go home late at night find their way home through this soft light. The dark colors of the night sky and the orange lights mix together, giving nature a new color and outlining a picture of nature at night.
Everything tonight is beautiful, but if you can’t see the bright moon, that’s a fly in the ointment. It’s a pity. I remember when I was a child, every summer night, my family would go to sleep on the roof of the building, counting the stars while blowing the gentle breeze. There is no other word to describe this feeling except "cool". . This was more than ten years ago. As a foreigner, I rarely have that kind of opportunity anymore. Suddenly I feel that nature is so quiet at night, and only at night can I catch the real sound of nature. This is the sound of nature! Nature has been ruined by complicated humans all day long. It's time to have a good sleep before we can truly return to nature. All this washed away my sleepiness, and the room was still hot, like a pot that had just boiled water. It was really sweaty. About writing night composition 6
The night is quiet, the cicadas are chirping endlessly, the fan beside me is whirring, but my mother is already sweating profusely...
Summer The nights were the most difficult, and the fan became my only companion. I remember that at that time, I was about to take the high school entrance examination. I was under a lot of pressure in my study tasks, and my homework was like a mountain, filling up half of my small desk. My mother sat on my bed and stayed with me night after night. "Mom, I don't need you to accompany me anymore. Go back to sleep." "How can I sleep if you don't sleep?" "It's so hot. It's just a fan in the sky. You're so hot!" "It's okay. Just treat it like losing weight." Something like this The conversation happened countless times, but I finally gave in, so my mother naturally accompanied me to "lose weight."
That was the hottest day since the beginning of summer. Even at night, the temperature was as high as over 30 degrees.
There was not a breath of wind "squeezing" through the open window. The heat in the room was "steaming" and I was a little suffocated. My mother stayed with me as usual. Before I knew it, the clock had pointed to twelve o'clock, and beads of sweat were flowing down my face. It touched my forehead, flowed across the bridge of my nose, and dripped on the book, leaving a large area wet. I raised my head and looked at my mother, who miraculously fell asleep. I looked at this old face. Indeed, I haven't looked at my mother so carefully for a long time. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes have become as thin, long and numerous as spider silk, her eyes have sunk inward, her ears have turned yellow and dull, without any blood color, and silver threads have covered her temples. I remember that once , I once advised her to dye her hair, but my mother laughed it off. Maybe this is a way for my mother to retain her past years.
My mother holds a fan in her hand. It is a bamboo fan that I used when I was a child. After so many years, the surface of the fan is "written" with the vicissitudes of the years, and the bamboo has grown. When it came out, it was impossible to tell that it was a fan from a distance. Mother's hands are still so strong, and they are covered with calluses, like a shell to protect herself. My mother's feet are so small, I don't know how to support my mother's "huge" body.
I looked at my mother quietly, and for the first time I discovered that he was so cute. Tears flowed down unknowingly, mixed with sweat. That night, I didn't wake my mother up and went back to my bedroom to sleep. Instead, I let her sleep next to me. Although I didn't sleep all night, my mother's love was always around me.
The night is quiet, the cicadas are chirping endlessly, and the electric fan beside me is whirring, but my mother is already sleeping peacefully... About writing night composition 7
Early summer Night is a wonderful world with the best gifts of nature.
The day in early summer passes extremely quickly, and the night always falls quietly, covering the bathing of sunlight during the day. The sunset has long since settled, and the long night begins.
On the streets where people come and go, the street lights flicker on and off, and the waves of light flicker, giving the city a layer of beautiful colorful clothes. High-rise buildings stand on the top of the clouds and wind, and even more... This layer of beautiful colorful clothes is decorated with tiny spots of light, making it look very dazzling and colorful.
Walking into a quiet path, many parents were taking a leisurely walk on this early summer night holding the hands of their children. After a while, the light in front of me became brighter. A piece of green grass, the breeze driven by me passing by picked up scattered petals jumping and rolling in the air, as if they were happy for our arrival, and the performance welcomed us with enthusiasm.
I walked on the vast grassland, and the breeze blew the grass and kept caressing people's calves, making people laugh. Looking at these parents who are returning to their original nature, I can't help but smile. I lay on the slightly sloping lawn and looked at the early summer night sky with great enjoyment. There is a Milky Way painted in the dark night sky, shining with silver light. The stars on both sides make the Milky Way look like an abandoned peerless beauty, coquettish and pure. One, two, three... one to seven shining stars connected together, like a spoon. The night sky in early summer is so magical.
"Cicada, Cicada, Cicada" kept sending beautiful notes one after another in the woods, adding some charm to the silent night.
Suddenly, it started to rain lightly, and drops of cold liquid fell on my face, making the corners of my eyes slightly moist. I thought of my deceased grandmother who once taught me to sing. A children's song, "Lu Binghua"
The child under the moon misses his mother
The stars in the sky are unknown
Suddenly, longing runs like ten thousand horses. Come and make my heart surge.
I couldn’t stop crying. The spring breeze floated at the corners of my eyes, floating away my thoughts and irritable mood.
I walked lazily in the quiet path, and the leisurely fragrance of flowers continued to exude from both sides of the road.
The moonlight was gradually extinguished by black clouds, and the city gradually became quiet.
The night in early summer is quiet, the city is asleep, and people have also fallen into sweet sleep.
But there is a children's song that has always lingered in that city:
The child under the moon misses his mother
The stars in the sky do not know
Singing so warmly and softly, as if you were afraid something would get hurt. Essay on Writing at Night 8
The days in summer are long and hot. But at night, everything changed.
Summer nights are cool. Although it cannot be compared with the cool breeze in autumn, it is enough to eliminate the heat during the day. It is still cool when it blows on your face. The cool breeze blows, so comfortable and comfortable.
The summer night is beautiful. The dark night sky is inlaid with diamond-like stars, blinking a pair of bright big eyes, and a crescent moon, leaving behind the bright moonlight, is scattered on the sky. The calm lake surface is filled with microwaves, so harmonious and quiet; when scattered in the lotus pond, the lotus flowers quietly close their pink petals and enter their dreamland sweetly. The little fish don't want to sleep. They cling to the lotus leaves and play freely in the water. The fireflies are holding small lanterns that flicker, disappear and appear. It's so beautiful!
Summer nights are lively. After seven o'clock, people hiding in the air-conditioned room also came out in twos and threes. While taking a walk, we chatted about daily life. They gathered together in the square. When we came to the square, some people were dancing, some were playing badminton, and some were gathering together, babbling non-stop. Along with the brisk music, some grandfathers and grandmothers in their seventies and eighties danced in the center of the square, Twisting their waists, these grandpas and grandmas seem to have returned to their youth, each one full of youth and vitality. In the countryside fields, the moon is bright and the people are quiet, but the weaver girl lives on the melon vines, unwilling to be lonely: "Weaving, weaving, weaving, weaving, weaving." Singing non-stop, it beats the lullaby and allows people who have had a hard day to fall into a sweet dreamland. The cicada, the protagonist during the day, died down at night, and a group of frog singers who were unwilling to be lonely also sang beautiful songs. The various singing voices of the animals formed a beautiful symphony.
Happy songs, full of laughter, good night, summer night! About Writing Night Composition 9
The fragrance of flowers on a spring night is intoxicating; the fallen leaves on an autumn night are lingering; and the holy snowflakes on a winter night are intoxicating. But I like summer nights the most.
Summer nights are quiet.
After the last red glow was swallowed up by darkness, the cicada stopped singing. Enjoying the coolness in the evening breeze; the willow trees swayed their long hair, as if dancing for the summer night; the ripples on the lake surface that were blown away by the wind soon returned to calm.
Summer nights are peaceful.
The green and lush grass is a paradise for bugs. They stay at home and occasionally chirp happily. The leaves cover the bird family, and they also make "coo, coo, coo" calls from time to time. The fish family also stayed in the water, often spitting out a few small bubbles and swimming up to the water for some air.
Summer nights are lively.
The stars blink in the dark night sky and smile at us. Fireflies are beautiful little fairies. They carry small fluorescent blue lanterns and wander around in the flowers. The grass is hit by them. Gotta rock it around. Some unknown bugs sang in unison on one side, one after another.
Summer nights are magical.
It is raining, and the golden street lamp illuminates the darkness. The rain streaks across it, like strands of golden silk. As soon as it falls, it turns into "golden grass". Very beautiful.
Summer nights are mysterious.
There was thunder and lightning in the night sky in the distance, and a slightly stronger wind blew, reflecting the shadow of the weeds on the wall, which looked like a person waving. People who didn’t know it would definitely be frightened by the weeds. Big jump.
Oh, summer night, although you don’t have the fragrance of flowers in spring, the paths strewn with red leaves in autumn, and the snowflakes in winter, your unique style deeply moved me. I like it. you. About Writing Night Composition 10
Time flies, and New Year’s Eve is here again. New Year's Eve is the end of 20xx and the beginning of 20xx. On New Year's Eve, every household has a New Year's Eve dinner. We were no exception. The three members of my family drove to my grandma’s house.
As soon as I entered the house, I was greeted by a fragrant smell. It smelled so good! The table was filled with rich dishes: braised small yellow croaker, shrimp, crab, and The braised pork... I'm so greedy that my mouth can't stop flowing. When grandma saw that everyone had arrived, she gave the order "Let's have dinner" and our whole family started to get started. We all talked and laughed at the dinner table and ate with gusto.
After eating and playing, our family sat around in front of the TV, eating melon seeds and watching the wonderful Spring Festival Gala. We spent the New Year’s Eve of 20xx in laughter.