The 3000-word composition about the night is quiet and profound …

The wings of the night climb up the sleepless window. It was a quiet night. The moon disappeared in the deep clouds, and so did the stars. I only saw the lights outside the window, and I heard the chirping of insects and the rustling of pens. I was doing the indispensable homework on the desk, and the strokes rustled on the paper, turning pages ... The refill was used up, the homework was finished, and I looked up at the clock. Sitting alone on the table, quietly savoring the taste of growth.

Growth may be a cup of bitter coffee. Behind the growth, the death of childhood is an irresistible pain, because silence, because loneliness, unpredictable. In my world, there are no comics. No hide-and-seek, no cherry balls, no bright afternoon sunshine, no leisure to fly kites. Those games, those childish dreams, have become butterflies, flying in the wind, flying higher and higher, I can't catch them. Kapok blooms season after season, and my life is full of mathematics, Chinese and English. The carefree life before is gone, just like coffee, it is bitter and dignified.

Growth may be a mint. The moment the mint pond was put in your mouth, it was very cool. In addition to coolness, there is a trace of bitterness. If you savor it carefully, you will feel cool and delicious, just like growing up, crying and hurting. It is happiness, happiness and beauty.

……

This quiet night, I quietly taste the taste of growing up.

-500 words

Chapter 2: Uneasy Christmas Eve

65438+February 24th is Christmas Eve. I want to go to school to review, because the final exam is coming the next day. At 7 o'clock in the morning, my father and I hurried out of the house. At the corner on the second floor, I accidentally stepped on my shoelace. I feel my body is declining. I shouted, "Dad, I stepped on my shoelace!" " "I jumped directly. Dad knew I was going to fall, so he ran back from the first floor and picked me up with his hands. But it's too late. Instead of catching it, he gave me his bag. When I looked up again, my face was covered with dust and my father wanted to laugh at me. At this moment, my blood poured out like water. I didn't know it at first, but when I touched my head with my hand, my face was covered with blood, and my father was anxious. "Come on, cover the wound with a hat. I'll cover the wound with a dry towel in the car to avoid frostbite! ""Dad quickly put me in the car and dragged me to the nearest hospital, and then we rushed into the emergency room. When the doctor bandaged me, I gritted my teeth and tried to disinfect it with alcohol cotton balls. The doctor covered my eyes with a white towel, fearing that the disinfectant would kill my eyes. In this darkness, I am very worried, afraid that the doctor will sew me up. Unexpectedly, dad insisted on not sewing needles, so the doctor had to fix the wound with tape. Finally, the wound healed. I am very happy. The doctor pulled the hair out of my eyes. I was shocked when I saw myself in the mirror. Two rectangular bands are attached to my forehead like crosses. I really can't bear to look in the mirror anymore. Isn't this disfigurement? Then the doctor gave me a tetanus shot. I can't help but get goose bumps when I see the big needle. The doctor picked up a needle and stuck it in my ass. I felt a pain, so I dug my other hand with my finger. After the injection, both sides were gone-my hand was broken and I had a pinhole in my ass. What bad luck I don't think it's Christmas Eve, but it's an unfortunate day. The next day, all my Christmas plans (eating a big meal and watching a movie) fell through. After the injection, my father went to the spring city market to buy me supplements, including sweet brown sugar, big stupid chicken and big cherries that are hard to see in winter.

At noon, when I got home, I had a good sleep before I felt less dizzy. What a restless Christmas Eve! After this incident, I must learn to tie my shoelaces in the future, so as to avoid such accidents and put safety first; I also realized that although my father doesn't like talking to me at ordinary times, he loves me very much. It seems that this Christmas and New Year's Day, I have to live quietly at home.

Grade 3 of Changchun No.87 Middle School Primary School: Changchun Changyuan

-800 words

Chapter 3: Standing alone in the silent night

Looking at the moon and pulling the wind. The moon is cold and clear. The night is as quiet as water. There is no light outside the window, and there is no busy and lively atmosphere during the day. Darkness raged in every corner, and I stood alone, disturbing this beautiful night scene.

Only long thoughts are active in the dead of night. Immerse yourself in a beautiful spiritual world and enjoy pure and quiet pleasure, even if you are sad, it is a calm and pure white enjoyment.

Look up, spike moon. The stars, such as amethyst fragments, have broken the sky. I think they may be a whole piece, but that may have been a long time ago, so long that they forgot themselves. The night is still deep, and black spreads to an illusory space. I'm afraid of emptiness. The most important thing is to spread my black hair when I sleep and wake up to find that my temples are gray.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car and saw pedestrians driving a beautiful car wandering around the city on a lonely night. They like the sound of the wind whistling, trying to cover up their empty hearts with excitement. Loneliness lingers outside the window, the world retreats, accelerates and continues in the rearview mirror, and sadness still follows closely. Then, the world was dead again.

Unconsciously, the east is slightly exposed, and then you go back to bed and close your eyes. I fell asleep slowly, just before dawn. ...

-400 words

Article 4: Quiet night

Rain, falling quietly,

The cool breeze caressed my cheek,

Gently raise your head and look up at the night sky.

The melancholy heart fell down,

There was silence outside,

The dark sky makes people feel sad and scared.

Only one star fell on the horizon,

Small and unremarkable, but it brought me motivation,

Only he appeared after the rain,

Makes me afraid of him,

Mom once said that when people die, they will become stars.

Maybe this humble star is reserved for someone,

Hehe, maybe I just want it myself.

On the flower, only fireflies landed gently on the petals.

Twinkle, twinkle, charming!

Little life light up the world,

Took away a lot of melancholy,

Light up the humble thing and make it shine,

Even if there is only a small motivation, we must stick to it!

Night sky, quiet,

Flowers also raise their drooping heads back and forth.

My heart slowly calmed down and enjoyed everything around me.

There are beautiful things in the world!

Quiet night, take away all my melancholy and unhappiness!

Huang Jianhua, Conghua No.2 Middle School, Guangzhou City, Guangdong Province.

-350 words

Chapter 5: Quiet Night

Today's night is chilly, and even the moon seems to bring sorrow to people and infect the world. I lay in bed with tears in my eyes, and even my kitten was moved by it. I was well-advised and let out a long whistle. How long!

After entering junior high school, I have tasted too many bitter fruits: thinking of a group of demons for stereotyped writing, scratching my head's question and answer, biting the pencil head's application problem, constantly harassing me, making me unable to start. I just blindly doubt and envy: why do others do so well in junior high school exams, but I always fail painfully. I began to doubt my ability infinitely, but it was like a rubber band, and I couldn't pull it. The last person to hurt is myself. I don't know if I should surrender to fate, and cry and beg for fate to make my life smoother. But I still can't accept it. I don't want my life to pass like this I want a brilliant future. I hope my name will go down in history. I want to live a more bitter and tired life today. However, I must not live forever. People like that are like walking dead. I don't want them!

Perhaps, I have to admit, I like to eat bitter gourd, because it is bitter, but refreshing, which is incomparable to other melons. It's bitter at first, taste it slowly, and then it gets cold. ...

The clouds are still floating, and I seem to understand: I am bitter gourd!

-450 words

Article 6: Quiet midnight

The strings of the guitar slowly tremble and vibrate, making the same sound as forgetting to breathe. I turned off all the lights and played in the dark. White fingers and claws stir wildly in the dark, touching the deep pool of the soul and making ripples.

The world did not twist with the melody of music, but echoed with the sad voice in another way. -It's raining cats and dogs.

Dense. Charming and so beautiful.

The cup that has just finished drinking coffee in front of the desk smells fragrant, and the desk lamp is still creaking, releasing energy. It's just that I can't remember the lyrics of a song.

For a moment, nothing happened.

There is nowhere to retreat, how to find what is lost? It's not that I forgot, it's the years that left me at a fork in the road, so I can't find the past when I look back.

Life is like an endless war. I'm exhausted and my limbs are broken, but I still dare not fall asleep. I'm afraid that when I wake up, the sky is no longer as perfect as before. Very tired!

Can you just think and grow? Don't worry, don't be stressed, don't make us feel lonely, helpless and tired?

There was a flash of lightning in the sky and I turned white in the mirror. I didn't scare myself. I didn't feel much when I watched The Ring of Midnight. There's nothing to be afraid of, just go ahead.

I am familiar with some unfamiliar people, and some familiar people are becoming strangers. Everything makes sense, gains and losses, simple conversion.

It's just that I'm broke, and I don't know what else to have or lose.

I closed my eyes and felt the cold shell of the guitar, which was very warm. On this night, it accompanied me and entertained my loneliness. My heart is a little sour, a little painful and a little heavy.

I once put it in the corner and got dusty. It took me a long time to take a look. But the flowers in the yard bloomed and withered, forgetting the watering time, and finally cracked. It is always quiet and does not struggle.

In the rainy sleepless night, thoughts take root and sprout, and the leaves are lush and bitter.

I miss you unintentionally, because I can't get rid of a person's figure, so I am used to thinking, and because of an emotion, I can't forget it.

I try to forget someone, but the more I want to forget, the more unforgettable I am. In fact, we all know that we all need someone to accompany us and love us, but we are just waiting for life.

I fell asleep all summer, as if only my dreams belonged to me. However, I only save my strength during the day so that I can find some comfort in the middle of the night.

It's dark and turbulent, and the night is warm.

I began to feel sleepy.

I seem to have had an unusually long and bitter dream tonight. A salty tear slipped across my lips in the corner of my eye. Silent night can understand me better, there is no noisy life, no noise and noise during the day.

If possible, please allow me to sleep; If possible, please allow me to have a long and beautiful dream and don't disturb me.

In the middle of the night in this summer, I am used to whispering like a dream.

Quiet midnight, heart and heart are saying, sleep, sleep.

-900 words

Article 7: a quiet life

In the eyes of others, I am a careless and outgoing girl, and I will also tell others that I am an optimist. But I'm not. I like a quiet atmosphere. I like being quiet and reading while listening to music. When the weather is particularly good, the sun shines on the balcony. I like to put a cushion on the balcony with my back against the wall. Then take a magazine or newspaper and put on headphones. How comfortable it is to bathe in the sunshine, listen to quiet music and read books alone! Warm sunshine shines on your body, and there will always be a trace of warmth and satisfaction in your heart. I will still be like this in rainy and snowy weather, but the warm sunshine has been replaced by the cool rain, and it is dripping. I like to see it foggy outside. How quiet it is!

I like quiet and quiet imagination. Facing the quiet atmosphere, I like to hold my chin in one hand and dream there. When I was a child, I fantasized that I was admitted to Tsinghua Peking University, and then I became a big boss, so I could play freely! What a naive imagination. When I am old, I know that I can't just dream, but also act. I want to have short-term goals and long-term plans, so I want to get into a good middle school!

I like quiet work. The messy nest has changed beyond recognition, and I am helpless. I have to clean up. If there is a little dust or dead corner, I will wipe it hard, like venting after being bullied. Sometimes, when I see something or a word while sorting, I just remember it and go on working with a smile.

Perhaps, I should be particularly cheerful at this age, but I like a carefree, quiet, simple and elegant life.

-500 words

Chapter 8: Listen to the rain quietly

It's June, hot and summer.

But in hot weather, there are always raindrops and dewdrops that make people feel happy. Walking in the rain is particularly comfortable. Although it is a little wet, it is cool and the air is fresh.

Walking alone in the rain. Let the rain drop on you, the wind blow your hair, and your mind is slowly waking up. The world in the rain is beautiful and illusory. In the distance, patches of fog are falling, which makes the scenery a bit hazy and fascinating.

All was silent, leaving only an impassioned concerto. Listen! Wind, rain and thunder play loud music at the same time. Look! In the distance, rivers roar and mountains surge. Hope! Lightning is cheering for them.

In the rain, colorful umbrellas form a colorful landscape. Many people ran in the rain, and the rain splashed all over their shoes, but they exclaimed that they had survived in the rain. I walked in the rain, got wet in my clothes and pants, and woke up to understand myself.

My nature is strong, impulsive, arrogant but not arrogant. I am a girl, but I am not a sissy. It is my nature to be free and easy, and to be informal. I am full of passion for life, which makes my friendship fruitful. I am the most calm and indifferent in the rain. I'm meditating and concentrating.

"Empty heart, lonely eyes, biting indifference, simple fragility, who is that person?"

"It's you!"

"Is it really me?"

"Yes, it is your heart."

When did I become like this? I just deliberately concealed and tore off the disguise of laughter, and there was no more gorgeous movement in my heart.

Quietly listening to the rain and being quiet, I abandoned my memories and left happiness to myself. Now I am a happy self.

The next day: light ink and snow

-500 words

Article 9: Quiet night

Today's night is chilly, and even the moon seems to bring sorrow to people and infect the world. I lay in bed with tears in my eyes, and even my kitten was moved by it. I was well-advised and let out a long whistle. How long!

After entering junior high school, I have tasted too many bitter fruits: thinking of a group of demons for stereotyped writing, scratching my head's question and answer, biting the pencil head's application problem, constantly harassing me, making me unable to start. I just blindly doubt and envy: why do others do so well in junior high school exams, but I always fail painfully. I began to doubt my ability infinitely, but it was like a rubber band, and I couldn't pull it. The last person to hurt is myself. I don't know if I should surrender to fate, and cry and beg for fate to make my life smoother. But I still can't accept it. I don't want my life to pass like this I want a brilliant future. I hope my name will go down in history. I want to live a more bitter and tired life today. However, I must not live forever. People like that are like walking dead. I don't want them!

Perhaps, I have to admit, I like to eat bitter gourd, because it is bitter, but refreshing, which is incomparable to other melons. It's bitter at first, taste it slowly, and then it gets cold. ...

The clouds are still floating, and I seem to understand: I am bitter gourd!

-450 words

Article 10: Quiet night, quiet thinking.

On a quiet night, there are stars; In the dream at night, the cries of buildings were left; The cold crow will also "wow-"and then fly away quickly. However, thoughts will also flow with the pen tip.

Think what I think and do what I do. Looking at the pale green smoke in the sky, listening to the sound of bells and waves overflowing. The poet with a foolish dream wipes tears on the petals, and his sad eyes are like dripping water. People looking forward to the return of the tide look forward to each other, and there is fire in the quiet sky. I don't know who brought darkness and took away light.

The old phoenix tree is still so tall and burly, whether the soldiers waiting for battle stand out from the encirclement, whether the princess who blocked the castle found Prince Charming, and whether the yen fell in the desert. Camel bells are rippling, sleepy eyes are looming, and the forest that is far away and near is still there?

Is beauty still there under the gorgeous costumes? Is the truth behind it still so real? Has the turtle with clam shell changed to a new home? Are your eyes and mine bright?

The water came out. Smoke rises. The wind stopped. The fog is thick. In the firelight, in the halo, is it still like this?

Today's speech, with a bright full moon, expresses a temporary view. The language is still wrong, but it's what you think. Quiet night, think ahead, think also!

Xi 16 Li Kaiji, Class Two, Grade Two, Middle School

-400 words

Article 1 1: It's quiet at night.

The daytime has brought me a lot of impetuousness, so I can't break free. It was not until the moonlight arrival that I really found peace of mind.

This night, like a thoughtful face of Zhang Ruo! I don't know what it is thinking, and I don't know its intention. It can make all this so cold and leisurely, just like another paradise! Really! Empty, floating snowflakes in the night sky fell on the ground without a sound, covering up all the ugliness! I suddenly found that the night was so quiet, which brought me great emotional shock and touched something that needed washing in the depths of my soul.

Tonight, look for a more considerate mood with magical eyes! At this moment, let my heart be as white as snow and as quiet as this night. The cold wind blew and I was at a loss. Looking at the surrounding scenery makes me feel very gratified. Unexpectedly, the night scenery is so quiet and thought-provoking. Much like the mood at this time, I suddenly threw away all my troubles, threw them on the ground and melted with the snowflake!

There will be wild cats in this cold weather! Look! In the gray color, I clearly saw a black shadow shuttling on the ground, like a fairy tale, mysterious and suspenseful! I can even clearly hear its pace rhythm, which is in harmony with its breathing, which surprised me! How lucky I am! Occasionally I can meet this scene, and my wandering mood at this time is more like this spiritual cat! Imagine my dream of life freely, fall into the vision of the future, make me happy again, wake up again, and extract the joy of life from it!

As beautiful as a song, even the stars will twinkle with the melody, the clouds will sway a few times, and the moon will sometimes cover her shy face with soft black gauze! Perhaps, at night, nature also has moving times! Not bad! My mood is like this night, as if all the burnout in the past had vanished with the wind! I only hope that I can express myself bit by bit, so that I can remember this unforgettable beauty!

After thinking a lot, I finally understand the meaning of night and its artistic conception. It's so deep, I'm pregnant, I feel pregnant, and the night is so quiet! Just like the feeling of an empty house, it reflects its quiet beauty with the help of moonlight! This is the first time in my life that I discovered the secret of natural ecology. Naturally, I feel very refreshed. It's worthwhile to sit quietly in such a quiet environment for a while and relieve the tension on weekdays!

Isn't it? It turns out the night is really quiet! It paints with snowflakes! Use cold air to raise your eyes! Use silence to set off the mood!

-800 words

Chapter 12: It's quiet at night.

The daytime has brought me a lot of impetuousness, so I can't break free. It was not until the moonlight arrival that I really found peace of mind.

This night, like a thoughtful face of Zhang Ruo! I don't know what it is thinking, and I don't know its intention. It can make all this so cold and leisurely, just like another paradise! Really! Empty, floating snowflakes in the night sky fell leisurely on the ground, without a sound, covering up all the ugliness! I suddenly found that the night was so quiet, which brought me great emotional shock and touched something that needed washing in the depths of my soul.

Tonight, look for a more considerate mood with magical eyes! At this moment, let my heart be as white as snow and as quiet as this night. The cold wind blew and I was at a loss. Looking at the surrounding scenery makes me feel very gratified. Unexpectedly, the night scenery is so quiet and thought-provoking. Much like the mood at this time, I suddenly threw away all my troubles, threw them on the ground and melted with the snowflake!

There will be wild cats in this cold weather! Look! In the gray color, I clearly saw a black shadow shuttling on the ground, like a fairy tale, mysterious and suspenseful! I can even clearly hear its pace rhythm, which is in harmony with its breathing, which surprised me! How lucky I am! Occasionally I can meet this scene, and my wandering mood at this time is more like this spiritual cat! Imagine my dream of life freely, fall into the vision of the future, make me happy again, wake up again, and extract the joy of life from it!

As beautiful as a song, even the stars will twinkle with the melody, the clouds will sway a few times, and the moon will sometimes cover her shy face with soft black gauze! Perhaps, at night, nature also has moving times! Not bad! My mood is like this night, as if all the burnout in the past had vanished with the wind! I only hope that I can express myself bit by bit, so that I can remember this unforgettable beauty!

After thinking a lot, I finally understand the meaning of night and its artistic conception. It's so deep, I'm pregnant, I feel pregnant, and the night is so quiet! Just like the feeling of an empty house, it reflects its quiet beauty with the help of moonlight! This is the first time in my life that I discovered the secret of natural ecology. Naturally, I feel very refreshed. It's worthwhile to sit quietly in such a quiet environment for a while and relieve the tension on weekdays!

Isn't it? It turns out the night is really quiet! It paints with snowflakes! Use cold air to raise your eyes! Use silence to set off the mood!

-800 words

I just want to be quiet for a while. ...

I am a silly child, as long as I get along with me, I can understand. I like to hold on until I get hurt ... maybe then I can let go quietly. I know that happiness is far away from me, so I love everyone around me silently, so I hope everyone can be happier than me. After all, I can't curse others just because I am unhappy.

I'm too ordinary to say that. So I like to avoid others' eyes, hide myself, count my injuries alone, and escape to my corner quietly. I don't like to love myself, because the deeper a person loves, the deeper he hurts. This is an eternal philosophy. But this world can't live without love. I am ambivalent, so I have been running away. In order to escape, I have to face the reality. I'm at a loss. Everyone has taught me to face the reality. what can I do? I am responsible for my choice. By the way, although I feel comfortable and wrong, I have made a choice and can only follow the wishes of the facts, because I am ordinary and can't change anything.

I am weak, but I don't like others to see me cry, bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit … so others think I am strong and hurt me unscrupulously, but I really hate it. Hate grows faster than love, just like a mushroom in a wet corner, it can flourish without sunshine. In the sun, ugliness and beauty, evil and goodness, falsehood and truth can all be revealed, and my love and hate are also exposed. Hate is really not a good thing, I know, but it still exists. Then I will become numb and turn a blind eye to what I hate. So hatred just melts and disappears with the passage of time ... I don't know why.

The air is always filled with agitation. I cover my ears to isolate the agitation of the eardrum. I hate noise. Quietly, in fact, I really hope this simple wish can be realized in this complex world; Quiet, hoping to find a quiet sky and sleep carefree; Quietly, I hope to escape from this noisy and arrogant predicament and leave the secular behind.

Without any desire, I have been very quiet. The honor I once had no longer belongs to me. If I have, it's me in the past. Now, I can't go too far. I can't write magnificent poems, melancholy essays, past glories, and unknown glories tomorrow.

I just want to be quiet. If I have a second, I will be satisfied.

-800 words

Chapter 14: Quiet night, quiet thinking.

On a quiet night, there are stars; In the dream at night, the cries of buildings were left; The cold crow will also "wow-"and then fly away quickly. However, thoughts will also flow with the pen tip.

Think what I think and do what I do. Looking at the pale green smoke in the sky, listening to the sound of bells and waves overflowing. The poet with a foolish dream wipes tears on the petals, and his sad eyes are like dripping water. People looking forward to the return of the tide look forward to each other, and there is fire in the quiet sky. I don't know who brought darkness and took away light.

The old phoenix tree is still so tall and burly, whether the soldiers waiting for battle stand out from the encirclement, whether the princess who blocked the castle found Prince Charming, and whether the yen fell in the desert. Camel bells are rippling, sleepy eyes are looming, and the forest that is far away and near is still there?

Is beauty still there under the gorgeous costumes? Is the truth behind it still so real? Has the turtle with clam shell changed to a new home? Are your eyes and mine bright?

The water came out. Smoke rises. The wind stopped. The fog is thick. In the firelight, in the halo, is it still like this?

Today's speech, with a bright full moon, expresses a temporary view. The language is still wrong, but it's what you think. Quiet night, think ahead, think also!

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