In real life or work and study, we have all written essays, surely familiar with all types of essays, essays can be divided into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the time limit for writing. How to write a thoughtful and literate essay? The following is my essay on the color of the night, just for reference, I hope it can help you.
Composition of the Night 1This evening my mom said we were going out to see the night. We got dressed and went out.
We walked downstairs and my dad told me if I saw a bright spot it was water. I said: "Che, who does not know ah! You still take me as a three-year-old child ah!" Dad said, "Even if you're not a three-year-old, you're still a nine-year-old! You're still a child anyway." "Hmph!" Hahaha! ......
We went to the fitness plaza, the fitness plaza that was hot and bustling during the day, but now there was no one. Maybe it was too dark at night. It may also be that it has just rained. The weather is relatively cold before no one to play.
We went forward for a while, I live in the sky to see, said to my mother: "Mom, look at the clouds in the sky like a crosswalk ah!" Mom said: "really quite like ah!" I saw that the road in the neighborhood had become narrow and small. Because the road on the right was full of cars. We came to the main road, the night is so beautiful. There were street lights like flyovers and neon lights like seven rainbows. Dad said, "We should go home!" "Okay."
We walked downstairs and I said, "Mom, grill lamb kebabs for $5!" Mom said, "Okay." While grilling the lamb kebabs, I realized there were only 3 stars. But there was no moon. It's so strange.
Today I saw the night for the first time. The night turned out to be so interesting!
Night essay 2Every day the night sails past me, but only one person's night seduces the loneliness of my heart, in the night sky only the bright silver disk smiles at me, and the sparse stars winking at me, leaving only me and the dome of the sky.
At this time I woke up deep in the night sky, in this lonely night, leaving me alone, the wind brushed my side, this cold deep into my fragile heart, I can only use that not only where the strength, courage, perseverance to, but slowly back, the feeling of the heartbeat accelerated with the great breathing sound will only get faster and faster and bigger and bigger, the cold night, only my own to fear of the I was in the mood to spend it.
The few lights flickered in my room, and the momentary darkness made it impossible for me to face it any longer. After the lights, there was a blackout that I will never forget, and what remained in my room was the light of the moon that was printed into the room, and the flames that wavered on the wax table, and the chilling wind that hovered around me, and the stars that seemed to put the stars in the galaxy into my room, and the television that I turned on to hide the unspeakable feelings that were in my heart. I turned on the TV to hide the unspeakable feelings in my heart, and when the commercials of horror movies appeared, the chill was hidden in my deepest heart again.
When the moonlight is misty again, the light is just a candle flame fluttering in the wind, and I can't put any peace of mind in my mind. The candle flame is slowly blown out by the wind, and only the remnants of the night turn into a lullaby for me, and bring the horror into my dreams.
This night brings countless chills, so that people can not stand in this all-night, can only do something is to hide the real emotions in their hearts, through this night.
Night essay 3On September 27, my mother and father and I went to the West Lake to visit the Mid-Autumn Festival.
At the entrance road of the West Lake, the road is in the shape of herringbone, herringbone on the road, a column are shining bright lanterns,.
Unconsciously, have walked to the boat place, boat design on the lake, two ropes hanging on the shore, showing a royal temperament.
After stepping on the big board on the boat, see the outside scenery also has a different flavor, the waves ringing a row of the sound of the mountains, the boat behind the colorful lights, like a rainbow as colorful, the boat swam to the center of the lake, the crowd photographed brightly one after another, a burst of good sound, the masses of people shouting voice,
Swimming to the Three Pools and the moon, the crowd's brightly brighter, the three shadows appearing, the three shadows appearing, the three shadows appearing. Three shadows appeared, giving people a fairyland-like feeling.
Boat tour back, with the fireflies, the dance, so that the West Lake has become more beautiful.
Fireflies flying in groups, like countless stars in the sky to do the game. I shouted excitedly, West Lake is beautiful, mom and dad, West Lake is beautiful, we cheered, said constantly, our voice one above the other, but this is not enough to express our excitement and love of the West Lake.
On the subway home, the heart from time to time in the thought, West Lake is really beautiful, this is really a home paradise a. 10 beautiful scenery, there are also a lot of people in the world. There are ten beautiful scenery, there are many fireflies buns flying, there are stone statues have lanterns,
Roaming in the beauty of the West Lake, such as roaming in the sky South and North, encompassing the scenic spots, linger during the period, as if in the fantasy of the fairyland
Down the subway, saw a round of the moon hanging in the night of the countless stars, countless flashing lights flashing, and countless people from the heart of the sentiment, the moon is full, "the moon is full". The moon is so full"
Night Essay 4The setting sun, sinking gradually on the horizon, like a ship returning to the harbor, declared itself the end of this trip. The afterglow of the setting sun spread out, coloring everything in gold. The streaks of evening sunlight in the sky spread out across the entire sky, changing colors and shapes, acting out a real and unreal story.
Slowly, the sky darkened. A few sparse stars dotted the canopy that had become ocean blue in color. They are just points without any connection, flickering, sometimes hidden and sometimes appear. Their existence makes this ancient long sky, no longer seem blank and empty.
As time passes, the sky becomes as black as ink, but the stars become visible. The stars in the sky are like countless diamonds inlaid in the black velvet, but also like the eyes of the elves, in the flickering and moving seem to tell us something. Every now and then a shooting star passes by, leaving a brilliant moment.
The moon came out, and the silvery moonlight, like water, poured down from the sky, covering everything with a thin veil. The earth sprinkled with moonlight was like a huge sound-absorbing blanket that made all sounds stop and there was only silence. At this moment, time seems to stop, everything seems to cease to exist, just want to keep immersed in it, never want to leave.
Night, filling the air, weaving a huge net, will be everything in the middle. Eye contact are only covered with this soft net of things, any grass and trees, are not as realistic as the daytime, they have a psychedelic, ethereal colors. Every thing is hidden in the dreamlike night color, keep its own secrets, in the embrace of the night quietly sleep.
The Night Essay 5On a Friday night in late April, mom and dad said that Tsinghua was going to have a school festival tomorrow. The peonies by the lotus pond are supposed to be blooming. Afraid of the crowds during the day, they decided to take me to Tsinghua for a walk at night and look at the peonies at the same time.
The car went through the busy street and came to the quiet campus of Tsinghua. We parked the car on the parking lot next to the Biology Building. When we got off the car, we saw a bright moon hanging diagonally in the sky, and the air became extraordinarily fresh. The three of us walked towards the lotus pond.
From the breeze came a hint of a light floral flavor, smelled like milk, and like cream. Following the guidance of the flower scent, we came to a path among the flowers. I squatted down and quietly gazed at a small peony, "Huh! How come it's still full of buds?" My hand gently stroked one tiny bud, "Is it too early?"
"Come here! The peonies here are already blooming!" Dad shouted in our direction.
I turned my head and found Dad standing in another patch of flowers not far away. I cautiously walked over there, afraid of stepping on one of the peonies. Step by step, the scent of the flowers became stronger and stronger, the branches and leaves became denser and denser, and the buds on the branches bloomed into white and pink flowers along with my steps. My mom and dad were standing beside a peony, bending down to admire it carefully. I squeezed over and squatted down, realizing that peonies have many layers of petals just like carnations, but are much bigger and more beautiful. When I touched it, it was smooth beyond description. Dad recited a poem, "Only the peony is a true national color, and it moves the capital when in bloom." He also explained that the poem was about the unrivaled beauty and splendor of the peony flower. Dad then asked me to take a closer look at the peonies at night and see how they were different from those in the daytime. I looked carefully and thought earnestly, "It seems that the peonies are more colorful and beautiful in the daytime."
night essay 6Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, away from the boiling crowds, away from the rumbling vehicles, a person, quietly enjoying the summer night like a dream.
Lying on the grass under the soft moonlight, eyes slowly 'closed, open heart, listening to the chorus of crickets and grasshoppers, solo robin's sonata. The evening breeze from far to near: the clattering sound of blowing green leaves, the clattering sound of blowing grass congregation. It brings the fragrance of grass and trees, takes away the sadness in the hearts of people, merges itself with the earth, and blows itself with the wind.
Gazing at the night sky lingering stars, they are also lying quietly, the sky for the bed, white clouds for the quilt, warm, that a few stars are still in a flash a flash of stealing joy. Suddenly, the clouds hid the figure of the moon, the earth suddenly fell into a cloudy, but the starlight fell on the body in dribs and drabs.
Perhaps because they were afraid that I was too lonely, the grasshoppers and crickets gently bounced and jumped in their hands. Suddenly came a fierce wind, I do not know from where to pick off the leaves, in mid-air non-stop ah rotating, and continue to fly up, drifting into the distance. The small insects around them were also scared away by the wind.
I stood up, patted my back, strolling on the way back, feet jumped over the toad, although a pimple, but a musician. Looking up at the bright moon, still as bright, soft light warmly sprinkled on my face, very gentle, very beautiful.
Night essay 7After dinner one day of summer vacation, I took my skates with my dad and mom to Jinfeng Square in East Gate.
Jinfeng Square at dusk is not a lot of people, look around, the square in the middle of the sun wildly sunny day of the golden phoenix is still standing there, the green lawn in twos and threes sitting some people, the moat occasionally blowing a cool wind, let a person feel very cool. I still came to the skating area every day to practice, changed into skates, began a happy "skating trip".
Gradually, there are more people on the square, adults and children come one after another. Some of the children are practicing seriously under the arrangement of the coach, some are free to chase and play. Look, a little girl in front of me practicing "one-legged S", she came and went freely, back and forth like flying, like monkeys to the square to take care of the children's skating parents to "show off" her immensely skillful skating skills. On the other side of the square, a group of old people were dancing. By the moat, many vendors were selling toys for three-year-olds. The sound of music, hawking and people's laughter, converged into a cheerful symphony ......
Unconsciously, the night is deep, people reluctantly disappeared into the melting night. Although I was skating, the beauty of Jinfeng Square made me feel a lot of emotions. I think: even the bad mood in the face of this beautiful night, the mood will become better! I believe that tomorrow will be better!
The last trace of the sun's glow disappeared in the twilight, a bend of the crescent moon hangs in the treetops at some point, which if you let the monkeys down the mountain to see, will be as bananas climbed to the tree to pick.
The sky is dotted with stars, decorated with endless forever is the infinite sky, occasionally crossed a meteor, is the Milky Way in the messenger in the message, the air seems to be more vitality, they squeezed the eyebrows, blinking eyes, in the sky and formed a bright landscape.
At night, I stepped on the moonlight walking in the quiet path, rugged path in the moonlight seems more winding, like a silver snake dancing in the mountain light and moonlight. I was like a greedy beggar, begging for the moonlight to give, in the moonlight bath, the mood is so soothing.
In the haze, a fragrance of chrysanthemums drifted by, and the golden chrysanthemums became so white, I sniffed the ghostly fragrance, and listened to the silent mountain air resounding with bursts of celestial music, which was so heart-warming that I was intoxicated by the charming scenery, and my steps began to become involuntary.
Unconsciously have walked through the river, the moonlight in the water sprinkled in the shadow of the delicate gesture, liquid light sparkling water surface flooded a layer of gold-like yellow, yellow and through some white, as if a wall quietly sunk in the water, the center of the river hanging a little light on the bamboo row, slowly approaching the river, in the lotus flower shuttle, there are "Xing end of the evening boat, mistakenly into the lotus root flower depths! The "I'm not the one who holds the bamboo raft, and I don't have the "I'm not" of Li Qingzhao," he said.
Taking advantage of the excitement, I walked alone in the river, to enjoy the beauty of this only for the love of the night people prepare, raise your head, look up at the stars they smile at me, overlooking the river, he sang to me, this is a picture of what a beautiful evening ah!
The color of the night, the stars are infinite.
Essay on Night Color 9In the evening, our family came to the night market.
The gentle moonlight flooded the earth, and everything looked like a silver veil. Looking up, next to the moon is a sky full of stars, like countless dazzling pearls scattered in the deep blue jade disk, the bright moon hanging high, the stars twinkling, constituting a beautiful night picture.
Whenever this time, a brightly shining lamp like a golden night pearl, starry set in the town. The whole town lights up, a street suddenly turned into a white light shining galaxy. All kinds of lights red and green, dazzling people, really bright and colorful.
A variety of shouts came from the stalls. "Come and take a look, one dollar a skewer of lamb." "One dollar a piece, very practical, come and take a look." All kinds of shouting and selling sounds continued to come out, more and more people, and the night market became more and more lively.
Suddenly, from an inconspicuous corner came a little girl's cry. This little girl is about four or five years old, standing next to a woman, that is the little girl's mother. The little girl cried and said, "I want ice cream, I want ice cream." The woman was anxious, busy holding the little girl and said, "Good baby, mom forgot to bring the money, next time to buy you ah!" "No, I want it, I want it." The little girl cried even more, the woman had no choice. At this time, the grandmother selling ice-cream took the little girl's hand and said, "Good baby, come on, grandma will give you one." Then she handed the little girl an ice-cream, and the little girl immediately broke down and smiled. The girl's mom said, "That's not nice, it's not easy for you to earn money!" The grandmother said, "It's okay, it's not good for a child's voice to be broken by crying." Look, the little girl ate how sweet, the corner of the eye still hanging teardrops it.
Tonight the town has beautiful lights, beautiful night, but the people are more beautiful.
Night essay 10In Nanning in late autumn, the cool breeze always makes people feel comfortable and cozy. Every day after dinner, I always like to go out for a walk with my mom. The night color of Nanning makes me feel a special beauty.
Whenever the night comes, thousands of street lamps, colorful lights shine in unison, all kinds of shapes of colorful lights and laser searchlights are interspersed, and the night sky of Nanning illuminated colorful. If you go to the South Lake, so you feel as if coming to a magical world, the building's reflection in the water swaying, constantly changing a variety of graphics, the lake's colorful lights shining every tree, like a girl wearing colorful clothes in the dance, really intoxicating. There are also bamboo stream overpass, it is a real "Avenue of Stars" ah! Six huge colorful lamp posts, set up around the bridge, the bridge on the white lamps plus will change color of the small lamps, constantly changing colors, really colorful, if you look down from a high place, as if a huge musical note, car lights keep flashing across the bridge, composed of a colorful dragon. By the way, in this overpass above, the International Convention and Exhibition Center on the hibiscus is containing lights want to release, as if in the world to welcome friends, the annual China - ASEAN Expo is held here, the Convention and Exhibition Center on the hibiscus shape has become Nanning's "business card". Not far away from the hillside by thousands of colored lights composed of China - ASEAN Expo icon is shining ......
From this beautiful night scene, I feel that Nanning has changed a lot, Nanning is full of charm, her beauty has been y imprinted in my heart.
The day is getting dark, only to see the osmanthus tree in front of the door swaying with the wind, making a "rustle" sound. The cicadas also issued a "squeaky" call, but I do not know where to come from ......
Standing in the moonlight, I looked at my grandparents and neighbors gathered around the bamboo fan fan, chatting, laughing, looking at these images, I do not feel that put the The heat of summer was swept away. Walking on the dark path, looking up at the noble and elegant moon, her bright moonlight seemed to caress my face, and I immediately felt warm. I also smiled and thanked her for the "gift" she gave me, and what a gift it was! Walked through a tree and a sycamore tree, in this dark night, although it can not show its thick green and large leaves, but still show its upright posture.
Walking along the creek, the sound of the water colliding with the rocks is so beautiful. I couldn't help but walk down the path and stand beside the stream, quietly watching it flow. It so happened that the moonlight was mixed with the water, and I felt that the water was shining like an eye, like a star winking, as if it were looking at me, and I was looking at her, and I couldn't help but fantasize about it. It wasn't until the water soaked into my feet that I came back to my senses. When I looked up at the moon again, the clouds covered her face, and she felt as if she were a little shy.
I stood in the middle of the road and saw that the road was curved, so I couldn't see the beginning or the end. Then when I walked to the path between the fields, I smelled the smell of abundance, mixed with the smell of grass on the side of the road. It made me feel a kind of lightness. This fragrance makes me intoxicated in dreamland, but then woke up by a summer wind, and then looked up at the sky, the moon went nowhere, feel the sky has fallen asleep, I should also go home, quietly, reluctantly left to go back to the house.
Hometown night is so beautiful, a wisp of moonlight, a warmth let people linger.
Night essay 12
The cat looks very simple, but there is a very deep meaning, it is not only a cat, but it is also a moving pet, that is, favored and appreciated, its inner beauty stems from its own cultivation is their own maintenance out of the inner beauty stems from the mother of the cat to give, and the beauty of the outside is through the careful cultivation of people to even wash and then processed only to become more beautiful, why is it so beautiful? The fluffy fur swayed back and forth in the wind.
Cat even when the paws of the limbs into the mouth licked and licked, this is the cat's habits, and the main features of life, but at night, the cat is the most refined one, the cat's skill is to the night to catch the mouse, and eat it, the mouse is abominable, but the cat is not abominable, the cat is lovely, the cat is the word of life in a kind of pointing, because only people who have cats can appreciate, it points out that you do things! Right and wrong, the cat is also humane, and through the spirit of the animal.
Its habits are to sleep during the day, catch mice at night, mice have long been its gourmet meal, commonly known as: the cat's gourmet meal, the cat's ears are particularly flexible, what is the matter or what is the movement, the two ears a vertical immediately, talking about cats, cats are an important thing that we love cats and spoil cats.
Cat you are good to it, it will double the good to you, you give it cat food, or feed water to drink, however, as long as it is to see you it will swing its tail to you, more than the Hobo cat cute, the cat never scratch, as long as it is to see you and you play never angry.
At this time the sky gradually dark, it saw you run outside it also followed the fast run, run to the night cat can not run, it also does not run, it knows that it is dark, people need to be quiet, it should rest, so it is also in the same place to lie down and do not move, the first paw licked the fur, and then gently lie down on the ground there and do not move and also quietly fall asleep.
night essay 13Every day is the alternation of day and night, so that we can not patiently observe the day and night, a day's work is too fatigue, perhaps for the first time in history, I do my homework, but also to appreciate the charming and quiet night.
The sky is dark from about six o'clock. Just now or blue sky and white clouds, a moment, and some bleak, then, the sun also went down, it predicted that the night will soon come, some neon lights are also impatient to light up, in fact, there is no need to hurry, to seven o'clock, the genius of the real black veil of darkness, at this time, the thousand island lake is dark, the moon as if it can not wait to rise up. The moonlight on the surface of the lake, to create a Beethoven's "moonlight song" mood, quiet, elegant, too beautiful!
The neon lights are the most beautiful at this time of the year. The lights on the skyscrapers, colorful, reflecting in the water, highlighting the moonlight and neon lights, bright lights, bright moon, simply beautiful! In the square, is also a complex string of urgent tube, in the night, people out to walk, play, why not?
In the neighborhood, the streetlights are dotted with stars, plus the lights of each household, it is also scattered. Trees, flowers, plants, cars, buildings are all draped in the dark veil of the night, quiet, elegant, which is undoubtedly worthy of everyone's appreciation!
The night is quiet and gives a cozy enjoyment!
The night color of my hometown is really strange! People may ask: isn't it just night! It's so dark, you can't see your fingers, what's so peculiar about it? If you really think so, then it is very wrong! My hometown is more beautiful at night than during the day!
At night, there are countless "street lights" flying around! Some people may ask: how can street lamps fly! Besides, a road is not at most a dozen street lamps, how can there be countless? This is the strange night color of my hometown! Now, let me answer everyone one by one!
Those "streetlights" refers to the fireflies, at night, the fireflies "light bulbs" appear more bright! Deng Zhongxia has a good saying: five people unite a tiger, ten people unite a dragon, hundred people unite like Tarzan! A firefly is nothing, but there are millions of fireflies in the night to swim and dance freely, is a spectacular scene! Those fireflies are also particularly humane! Hearing the admiration of outsiders, they will put their own "light bulb" lit more brightly!
In the summer, I very much like to lie on the grass in front of the house, looking at those flickering fireflies, and is blinking in the sky with the stars can not be distinguished! The cool night breeze, coupled with such a beautiful night scene, made me quickly into dreamland.
The "home of the fireflies" is really beautiful, in Quzhou, Zhejiang Province, Kaihua County. You are welcome to go to the "home of the fireflies" to play!
night essay 15In the dim night, I can not help but open the window, head out, to see the beauty of the moonlight, this dreary earth seems to be draped in a silver veil, everything seems so quiet, but not far away from the tree, there is a yellow bright light.
The bright light flickered, like a cluster of fire in the escape, but the yellow light is so beautiful. It was a freshly lit candle, illuminating my way in the dimness, and beside the candle lay a little boy with a book standing in front of him, and from his greedy eyes it was clear that he had a heart that loved to learn.
That light was faint, and the figure seen was getting blurred.
At this point I was a little disappointed, thinking of the boy, the heart surged a burst of desire to read. I froze again and looked at that one point of light, feeling that the whole world is rapidly getting smaller, that one point of light. Turned into a huge street lamp, standing in the middle of the vast intersection, emitting a bright spot, a moment of feeling the earth is full of light and vitality, the lamp became bigger and bigger, not only to me and people light up the road to success, the lamp accompanied me, no matter where I go, it gives me unlimited light and hope.
Gradually, I woke up from the center. Looking around, it was as if everything was just as immersive as the scene just before, and a feeling of yearning and longing could not help but appear in my heart.
Grandma, who was rushing down from upstairs, called out to me, "Go downstairs and bring my clothes up, they've fallen down below. I pushed open the door and ran towards the downstairs, picked up the clothes, but the feet do not listen to the call, can not help but walk to the tree just there, I opened my eyes, oh! It turned out to be a firefly.
Seeing this, how can there be a trace of broken shadow around me, for me to open the road to life.