Street lamp sixth grade composition

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Street lamps 1 As soon as it gets dark, all the street lamps are lit up, which makes the originally dark street suddenly bright.

Street lamp, a lamp standing in the street all the year round, illuminates people's way home at night, and the light gives warmth to those who are afraid. We pass it by every day, but we never pay attention to it and never know how much we need it.

On one occasion, the street lamps stopped lighting, and the streets became dark at night, which made people feel that the east, the west, the north and the south could not be separated. People can't walk at night without the light of street lamps. People began to complain about the poor quality of street lamps, even broken. But when they walked, they didn't even look at it when they passed by. They accidentally bumped their heads against the lamppost and complained that it was in the middle of the road. But the street lamp is still standing there, waiting for the repairman to fix it and continue to light the road for people at night.

In the eyes of most people, street lamps are street lamps, but I think street lamps are not ordinary at all. They are not just night lights, but more like soldiers, a soldier who guards the frontier day and night. Because soldiers like it, no matter day or night, no matter the cold and heat, stick to their posts and do their duty. They don't seek fame and fortune, they just want to protect their homes and their loved ones.

They never complain and always enjoy this great job. Although they can't go home to reunite with their relatives on holidays, they are proud of defending the frontier, sticking to their posts in the distant frontier and silently dedicating their youth and time to the motherland and the people who live a happy and healthy life.

Street lamp, it doesn't look like Lu Hua, and it doesn't have any peculiar functions. It stands there like a pillar during the day. People think it is an eyesore, stands in the way, illuminates the road for people at night, and people ignore it, but it still serves people in obscurity and dedicates its life. No one knows how old it is, only that it is very old. No one knows why it doesn't shine, only that it is useless.

Street lamp, it does not expect people to care about it, pay attention to it, only expect it to stand there and serve people. It doesn't complain, because it knows this is its mission, and it doesn't ask for anything in return, because it knows this is its job.

I praise street lamps, and I also praise the soldiers who guard the frontier. Street lamps and soldiers have their own mission, but no matter what the mission, street lamps and soldiers are selfless dedication, dedication of their own everything.

The orange sun indicates that night is coming. In a warm room in the community, I was sitting at my desk, drawing my own whimsical paintings, and there was a dim street lamp.

After painting, I looked at my whimsical painting and suddenly wanted to see the world from the perspective of street lamps. I sighed and said, "I really want to see the world from the perspective of street lamps!" " "I just say that finish, eyes suddenly dark.

When I woke up, I found myself standing by the road. And then found himself turned into a street lamp. I was shocked. I don't know what happened. Calm down and think about it. I am a street lamp now, because I said, "I really want to see the world from the perspective of street lamps." I didn't expect my words to come true! But this is just right. You can see the world from the perspective of street lamps. Why not? I watched it every day after that night. All kinds of people pass by me every day. I saw many stories that happened on the road.

One day, when I was still looking at everything from the perspective of street lamps, a cat passed by my business. It looks like a stray cat. When the cat came up to me, it suddenly stopped and gave me a "meow-"look. My eyes seem to be against it. The next second, the cat's hair stood on end. I started running when I saw this, but I couldn't move. I forgot that I am a street lamp now! When the cat came at me, I closed my eyes in fear and muttered: don't bite me, don't bite me ... but I waited for a long time, but the cat in my ear didn't bite me. The cat in my ear barked, and I opened my eyes half warily. I saw it clearly and fell down when I mentioned my throat. It turned out that the cat was not fierce to me, but met the enemy, and I just stood in front of the enemy. Looking at the world from the perspective of street lamps, when I am very satisfied, my eyes are dark again.

When I woke up again, I found myself asleep on my desk and turned into a street lamp. Maybe I'm dreaming! But it is such a dream that I can see the world from the perspective of street lamps, see all kinds of people on the road and see everything that happens on the road every day.

When the sun went down and the last sunset was still jumping in the sky, in an instant, a continuous lantern dragon dyed the whole sky black.

I am one of them.

I don't know when I have been standing here every day-a narrow, bumpy and crowded old commercial street. I remember when I first arrived here, people who came and went every day always pushed me, and I squeezed into the gorgeous shop. They came out with a smile and held some fancy woven bags in their hands. At this time, the old man selling candied haws next to me will open his dirty mouth and smile at people: "Hehe, come again!" " "He is always so tireless to everyone, even if people don't buy his things.

In this way, I spent countless years in his smirk.

But I don't know why, in the crowded street, only a few people with anxious faces pass by in a hurry, and the old man's smile gradually shrinks in the shuttle of the crowd. All that remains is a series of bumpy wheels and a series of buildings that have lost their spirit.

Whenever another tall building rises in the distance, the old man says to himself, "Hey, things have changed." Then he buried a stubborn head deep in his thigh. When he finally looked up, two dirty tears appeared on his thin and dirty face. I didn't know how to comfort him, so I let him lean on me and spend the cold night curled up in the dim light.

Finally, one day, the old man packed up his broken stall and disappeared at the end of the street in a squeaky tricycle. Before leaving, he carefully found a gray "white" handkerchief from the inner pocket of his clothes, asked the neighbor for water to soak it slowly, and wiped it on me. I saw his mouth trembling and muttered, "I'm leaving." No one will bother you again. You should take care! " "A line of glittering and translucent tears, slowly flowing through his cheek. I hate that I can't speak, and I won't tell him in human language, "You should take care, too!" " "I deeply know that he doesn't want to leave, but there is no place for him in the bustling and indifferent city.

He tried to dry the endless tears, resolutely pushed up three rounds and walked out of the "home" he relied on all his life.

As night falls, there are several rows of lights in the street, which have already lost their dragon-like momentum. The biting cold wind dispelled the faint light, and I tried to straighten up in the strong wind and illuminate his bumpy life. I want to tell him in the strongest voice that there is always a persistent lamp behind the humble and lonely people. . .

Street lamp composition 4 Street lamp shines warmly on the earth, giving it light and making people see the road clearly. At midnight, he is still selfless for the people. Don't you think he's great?

This street lamp is long and has a small light bulb on its head, which seems to be a trophy for his selfless dedication, prompting him to continue to maintain that selfless dedication. His body is always cold. Maybe the night wind blew him cold. I'm afraid he'll catch a cold! He also has a lot of small advertisements posted by people, which makes him dirty and people don't care much about him.

He always sleeps during the day. Yes! It's time for him to have a rest, too. He's been working for people for so long at night, and he can sleep well. Moreover, the sun is on duty during the day. He always works late at night. I pity him! If he doesn't work for a night, it must be that he is ill, caught a cold by the cold wind, or rusted the wires somewhere during that time. That's his blood vessels!

At this moment, I thought of our teacher. Isn't that what our teacher is like? Teachers are also very diligent. Time will ruin their health for decades, and teachers often work with illness. I remember one time, my teacher was ill. Take a walk in the evening and pass by the teacher's house. Through the window, I saw the teacher's pale face as white as snow, without any blush. The teacher's face also showed a painful expression, as if the teacher was very uncomfortable, and his eyes also showed a weak look that only patients had. When the teacher coughs, he turns around, covers his mouth with his hand and coughs again.

I approached quietly and saw the teacher correcting homework all night. By the light, I saw the teachers correcting their homework one by one, with quilts on their legs. The teacher's lips are purple, purple as grapes, but his eyes are intently looking at our exercise books. The light on the head is silently on, and the bookshelf is there, as if afraid of disturbing the teacher's attention. On the windowsill of another door, there is a bird staring at the teacher correcting homework. The street lamp outside shines in, and the light shines on the teacher's head. The teacher's hair seems to be a lot whiter. My teacher, aren't you a selfless street lamp?

I left quietly, the stars in the sky were looming, the moon came out and the wind began to blow. In the cold wind, the street lamp is still standing and working. Street lamp, street lamp, I really admire you and your selfless dedication!

What would the world be like without it?

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Wide roadside, with its figure; On the dark road, there is light brought by it. When the world went into darkness, it lit up the whole world. This is a street lamp.

Every time the sun goes down, it lights up and emits orange light like the sun. Although weak, it gives human light importance. The speeding vehicles cast grateful eyes on it, and passers-by watched it for a long time. Those affectionate eyes seem to say to it:

"Thank you, street lamp!"

Whenever I have dinner, I look at it from a distance and at the street lamp standing by the road. It has a long pole and a white hat. Nothing can be seen under the hat, only a mass of orange light, like the sun, hangs high there. I stared at it until my neck ached and my eyes ached, and then I looked down. One drop, two drops, three drops ... What's that? Is it raining? I looked up again. The rain is constantly and finely woven into a silver curtain, and the distance is gradually hazy. Raindrops are attached to the "hat" of street lamps, which is more beautiful. The drizzle suddenly turned into a downpour, and "Hua-"poured down, interwoven into a big net, tightly covering the line of sight, and everything became hazy. Under the street lamp, you can vaguely see the bean-sized rain beads. I have to close the window. Rain, rain, stop raining! The heavy rain lashed the body of the street lamp, and from time to time there was a low thunder and suddenly disappeared lightning threatening it. Oh, dear street lamp, you do your duty with all your heart. Even if you encounter ups and downs, you don't shrink back or be afraid. You always stand up straight and stick to your post regardless of the wind and rain!

After the storm is calm, this is dawn, and the rainbow passes through from one end to the other. Street lamp, your share of light, seems to have melted in the twilight of this morning. You close your eyes wearily. Yes, you have brought people light, but your share of light will always shine in my heart!

Street lamps, though unknown, illuminate the way forward with their own light. Isn't this the spirit we should learn?

Another night. Do you see that street lamp?

-P.S.

I am a street lamp, and all kinds of people pass by me every day. I have read many stories, and I gradually understand the world. What impressed me the most and distressed me the most was such a story.

A little girl, carrying a heavy schoolbag, was dragged by her mother to a cram school where she didn't play. She has no time to rest. Go home from school at noon every day, attend classes, go back to school after class, and be sent to cram school by my mother after school in the afternoon. She didn't even have a chance to talk to her classmates. From school to eight o'clock in the evening, after class is over, she has to do her homework, eat, and don't do her homework when she comes back. At school, after class, you should continue to do your homework and not play with your classmates. Because of the lack of communication with classmates, I am always alone. If I don't have friends, gradually I can't live at all, and girls talk less.

She came up to me and said to her mother, "Mom, can I rest here for a few minutes?" "No, I'm going to be late and have a rest. This lesson is very valuable! Who is your father and I for? I still hope you can get into a good school. For you, your father and I are going bankrupt, and you are still complaining here. " "Then you can't help but report so much." The girl cried and said, "I have so many classes every day." At five o'clock in the morning, you dragged me out of bed to recite words. There are endless classes every day and homework to do after class. I have no time to play with my classmates. For this reason, I have no friends. I must finish my homework at eleven o'clock in the evening.

Even on weekends, you take up all the time. What interest classes, competitions, speeches … I'm tired, too! You don't go to work until nine o'clock, rest at noon and get off work at six or seven in the afternoon. It will take us nearly twenty hours, and you only need to spend half of our time at work. What would you do if you were asked to go to work early, work overtime at night, work unpaid on weekends and be scolded by your boss all day? You will definitely resign, but we can't. We don't want to study, this study is twelve years. We are no more difficult than you. I just want a few minutes. Give me a break, will you? "

Much as I want to help her, I can't do anything but pray for her silently.

I am an old street lamp. I have been standing on this street corner for many years. I take care of many people, which makes me very happy. However, there are some unpleasant things in this street, that is, traffic accidents.

The first part:

There is a primary school near here. As soon as school was over, many students flocked out. Look, there are two students there. In the middle of the road, they couldn't stand it any longer and played games on the road. The passing car passed slowly, and the driver inside was terrified for fear of hitting two naughty children. A driver shouted: Hello! Be careful, little guy! They didn't seem to hear, throwing small yellow hats at each other and a motorcycle sped by. I closed my eyes tightly in fear. I just heard a bang. I opened my eyes and found that two children had fallen to the ground. Every morning after that, I will see one of the children being carried to school by an adult. It was half a year before I saw another one.

The second part:

Look, there's a young man over there, talking on his cell phone while driving, and laughing from time to time. Before you know it, you have driven into another lane. There is also a car coming across the street. It was too late for the driver to hear the speaker of the other car react. Two cars collided. Wow, the glass is broken. The opposite driver hit his head on the windshield and his forehead bled. The one on the cell phone was even worse, and he was beaten unconscious. They were all taken to the hospital. Listen to the birds tell me that they are likely to lie in the hospital for a while!

The third part:

It's still a red light, don't go there! I screamed with anxiety. The aunt riding a bicycle, probably in a hurry or late for work, saw that the red light count on her side was almost over and had already pushed the bicycle out. But just then, a car that probably wanted to pass before the green light ended came across, and it was very fast. Aunt panicked and stood in the middle of the road, not knowing what to do. Aunt Peng was hit by a car, hit by someone, and she hit me on the waist again. It hurts! Look at aunt again. I can't move in a pool of blood. Aunt's blood spilled on me and it took a long time to disappear.

The police uncle hung an eye-catching safety sign on me, which read: For the happiness of you and your family, please obey the traffic rules. How I hope everyone can be a model of traffic safety and don't let traffic accidents take away our happiness!