Write a composition with a friend with a street lamp.

1. Write a short essay (300 words) with street lamps to express people's wishes by borrowing things. Have you noticed the street lamps on both sides of the road? Do you like street lamps? Do you envy the quality of street lamps? Street lamps are often erected on both sides of the road. They have many shapes, such as lotus, swan and so on. Lights at night, scenery during the day. Whenever night comes, beautiful neon lights and colored lights will light up on both sides of the road. Although the street lamp is inconspicuous, it is very simple. It illuminates those who walk at night from evening to dawn. Every Friday night, I go to Xinyuan Square by bike with my friends. When I came home from playing tired, although the street lamp light on the road was very weak, I still lit up by the street lamp and let me go home safely. Thank you for the street lamp. Although inconspicuous, it is beautiful, simple and beautiful. Its vitality is stronger than lanterns and water lanterns. It contributes to us in obscurity every day, whether it is sunny, rainy day with strong winds and thunderstorms, or snowflakes flying.

2. Writing describing street lamps when riding a bicycle to work in the morning; When you walk to school in the endless morning light; When you and your family shine under the moonlight and starlight ... friend, will you realize the street lamp that accompanies you, the god of the night? You may be surprised: "Street lamps are very common!" But when you stand under the street lamp and think for a while, you will find that the street lamp is not ordinary, even great. It is true to call it the god of the night.

Street lamps, they are naturally simple. Because they are not as bright as lanterns and not as eye-catching as wall lamps.

Whenever the night is dark, it always brings light to the world. Under its illumination, everything around it looks poetic and the whole environment looks comfortable and harmonious. Although its light is not big enough and bright enough, it can approach all of itself and give its light to human beings without reservation. Even if it is cloudy sometimes, it can't be covered. It can still split the wind and rain, transmit its light to human beings and illuminate dark corners.

Simple street lamp, what kind of things in the world can compare with you? Flowers in spring? No, it can only bloom in sunny days and wither with a little wind and frost; Summer water? No, although it gives the impression of suppleness, it will break into a furious rage; Winter sun? No, although it gives people warmth, they will escape when they encounter dark clouds. I think of my teacher, who can be compared with street lamps, because his career is as noble as street lamps, and his heart is as noble as street lamps. It may be that when I was a student, I came into contact with many teachers since I was a child and had some understanding of teachers. Maybe my ideal is to be a teacher. As a future teacher, I have an almost obsessive sense of honor. Maybe ... in short, I see too many similarities between teachers and street lamps.

Street lamps do not exist for a moment like the light of a meteor, nor are they as faint as the light of a star. A street lamp is like a unique star. If you want your life to last forever, please choose to be the god of night lights. Street lamps every day, every day, I see them, they have taken root-in a land that is not suitable for taking root.

One day, on a hot and melancholy afternoon, I was walking on the sidewalk, listening to my lonely footsteps shuttle. Suddenly, I saw them again. Suddenly found that there is such a complete language in the world of trees.

I stood still, trying to understand a story they told me: we are a row of trees, standing in the dust of the city. Many friends say we shouldn't stand here. In fact, we know this better than anyone.

Our home is on the mountain, in the dark virgin forest. And we actually stand here, standing on the roadside of these two lanes, which is undoubtedly a kind of degeneration.

Our companions are all sucking dew and playing with cool clouds. What about us? As you can see, our only decoration is a shaking ash.

Yes, our fate has been arranged. In this industrial city full of cars and chimneys, our existence is just a sad ornament. But you can save your sympathy, because this fate is actually our own choice-otherwise, we won't have to grow green leaves frequently in spring and give people shade in summer.

The sacred cause is always painful, but only this kind of pain can give us depth. As night falls, the whole city is full of complicated strings and hurried flutes, all red lights and green wine.

And we are in silence, we are in the dark, we are in the loneliness that is not understood. However, we gritted our teeth hard until the flag of the morning glow, Ran Ran, rose and we stood in a row to pay tribute-in any case, someone in our city must meet the sun! If no one else greets us, we will be responsible for welcoming the light.

At this time, perhaps an early child came over and greedily breathed fresh and clean air. This is our proudest moment. Yes, maybe everyone has long been accustomed to filth, but we still stubbornly create a sense of freshness that is not cherished.

Maybe we are happiest when it rains. The news that the rain brought to our old friends brought us back to the carefree old forest in our imagination. We cried in the rain, and we always loved life there-even though we gave it up.

Standing in the dust of the city, we are a sad and happy tree. When the story was finished, there was silence all around.

A story with neither plot nor episode, but I heard them sigh deeply. I know this story touched them at least.

Then, I heard another deeper sigh-I knew it was my own. Who lit up a bright sky for people in the dark? Who is still standing tall and serving people under the impact of storms? It's that humble street lamp.

In the night when you can't see your fingers, when you walk in the street, what exists in your field of vision is not the bustling street, but also the "worker" who often stops at night-the street lamp. On a stormy night, when you walk in the street, you will be bent by the cold. At this moment, you look up at the street lamp, still so tall and straight, and use your only ability to bring people a bright world and let pedestrians walk unimpeded.

Speaking of street lamps, I can't help thinking of the teachers who fought on the education front. The street lamp is my lighting lamp at night, but the teacher is my "indicator light" on the road of life.

I am a middle school student. Everything the teacher said to me was a ray of light from the "guiding light". Although it was a small beam of light, he guided me to choose the right path without going astray. I walked through a part of my life without being stopped by his light.

Street lamp, you are the eternal luminous body in people's darkness, the only strong person in the wind and rain, and the greatest brave person in people's hearts. You are my role model. I want to learn from you, your indomitable spirit and your mentality of serving the people.

Learn the noble quality of doing things for others without considering your own safety. Street lamp! You are a lamp, I am a pedestrian, who is my illuminator except you in the dark?

I want to follow your example, be a strong person, and build my distant and brilliant future with my strong body and noble personality.

3. Write a short essay (400 words) about "street lamps". Dear friend, when you ride your bike to work in the morning; When you walk to school in the endless morning light; When you and your family shine under the moonlight and starlight ... friend, will you realize the street lamp that accompanies you, the god of the night? You may be surprised: "Street lamps are very common!" But when you stand under the street lamp and think for a while, you will find that the street lamp is not ordinary, even great. It is true to call it the god of the night.

Street lamps, they are naturally simple. Because they are not as bright as lanterns and not as eye-catching as wall lamps.

Whenever the night is dark, it always brings light to the world. Under its illumination, everything around it looks poetic and the whole environment looks comfortable and harmonious. Although its light is not big enough and bright enough, it can approach all of itself and give its light to human beings without reservation. Even if it is cloudy sometimes, it can't be covered. It can still split the wind and rain, transmit its light to human beings and illuminate dark corners.

Simple street lamp, what kind of things in the world can compare with you? Flowers in spring? No, it can only bloom in sunny days and wither with a little wind and frost; Summer water? No, although it gives the impression of suppleness, it will break into a furious rage; Winter sun? No, although it gives people warmth, they will escape when they encounter dark clouds. I thought of teachers, teachers can be compared with street lamps, because teachers' profession is as noble as street lamps, and teachers' hearts are as noble as street lamps.

It may be that when I was a student, I came into contact with many teachers since I was a child and had some understanding of teachers. Maybe my ideal is to be a teacher. As a future teacher, I have an almost obsessive sense of honor. Maybe ... in short, I see too many similarities between teachers and street lamps. Street lamps do not exist for a moment like the light of a meteor, nor are they as faint as the light of a star. A street lamp is like a unique star. If you want your life to last forever, please choose to be the god of night lights.

4. Write a 500-word composition by street lamp.

Street lamps, worthy of the name, are on the side of the road, giving people bright lights. Its tall and straight body gives people the feeling of a guard. During the day, it is silent, just like a statue, standing there quietly, nobody pays attention. But at night, it will shine brightly, as if to burst out all the power contained in the day. It is like this, so quiet, so unknown.

One day, the street lamp didn't work and people began to complain. Complaining that it was too dark and without the help of street lamps, I had to wrestle. Now is not the time to complain that the street lamp is broken. I can't go out again and walk in this beautiful light ... people always love to bury their grievances. Then a group of people came. They hired many cooks to repair the street lamp and make it shine brightly. Later, people stopped complaining and still acted according to their daily actions. Obviously, they forgot about it.

The street lamp is like this. It's dark and inconspicuous. This is why no one knows its age and its deeds. In fact, people don't want to know. Everyone is used to its silent dedication and takes it for granted. And street lamps. It doesn't mind. It doesn't want to make itself immortal. It only knows that it is a street lamp, and it lives to illuminate people. A street lamp, it does not seek fame and fortune, nor does it ask the boss how much bonus he can give himself. It just stands quietly, stands, stands ... as if it will never stop.

Street lamp, a street lamp that can be seen everywhere, is relaxed and makes us think deeply. Oh, learn, learn ordinary street lamps.

5. The essay titled "Street Lamp" is cold and aloof, and never refuses to bow;

It, loyal to its duties, has stood there motionless for decades.

That is an old street lamp in front of the alley. The shiny black paint used to be mottled, leaving only patches of red rust. It has no gorgeous decoration and colorful lights, because it can only be used to match the bustling roads, shops and playgrounds. It is just a street lamp guarding the alleys. Maybe it still stands here because people think it has some value.

Every day, night arrival is accompanied by its trembling light, shining all the way to the deepest part of the alley. I go home every night through the crossroads, where red and green neon lights and rows of straight new street lamps have just been built by the roadside. The dazzling light made me dizzy, and I didn't feel much darker and quieter until I rode into the alley. The faint light has a warm feeling, which is the feeling of home. It's quiet and peaceful here. There is no struggle or conspiracy. It pays and only serves others. As for the return, it never thought about it. Maybe in a few years, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, it will be treated as scrap iron under the pretext of "affecting the city appearance". This is its life, obscurity, no return, no regrets.

I came here again today, and when I looked up, I suddenly felt that it was much higher here. The body standing upright in the wind and rain and the shining lights are still there. Yes, compared with those eye-catching street lamps, it is really ordinary enough, but it is also the case that it guides my way home, the way forward, and will also light up my future life.

I want to be such a person, an ordinary person who gives his life without asking for anything in return!

6. The composition "Street Lamp" of the first grade is a metaphor for people's lamps.

There is never a shortage of lights in my area. Standing on the balcony, you can see the colorful and unpredictable neon lights on the most prosperous commercial street in this city, and the street lights on the overpass like geese. Even the windows of tall buildings reveal different colors of lights. These bright lights reflect the illusion of the city.

So people living in our area like to stand on the balcony, which is very bright in case of power failure.

But maybe it's too bright around and our building is too dark. Without corridor lights, going up and down stairs at night, and without flashlights, it is difficult to walk. The only light that comes out of nowhere will be blocked by your torso.

My father and I are both careless people, and we never remember to bring a flashlight when we go out at night. The high and long steps are like a minefield that hides endless crises. I take every step carefully. I have always been timid. Every time I hold the wall, I walk step by step with trepidation, for fear of accidentally spraining my ankle or rolling downstairs. Dad said, I have been a guy who is afraid of death since I was a child.

Dad walks behind me and always takes out a lighter at the right time. "Chen Wenjing" sounded a few times, a bunch of small flames jumped out, and the corridor suddenly lit up. When I turned around and smiled at my father, I could see a bunch of small flames jumping, and orange was wrapped in a circle of bright blue and extremely warm colors. Sometimes the breeze blows a small flame, "Mino has been playing with her bed." If you are sad, you will not be disappointed. Jia is looking forward to the doctor's help. If you are afraid of it, you will swallow it.

When we walk into the street and fall into various lights, the flame goes out consciously-unnecessary or ashamed?

Colorful light and shadow all over the street: one bright and one dark, changing neon; A huge bright beam hit the wall of the restaurant. Fish-like people flow in neon and light beams, reflecting exaggerated and strange colors.

The arrow-like traffic sped past the street lamp like a goose and suddenly stopped. The lights at the intersection are monotonous alternating red, yellow and green.

It's really gorgeous. But in winter when the sun goes down earlier and earlier, these dazzling lights look empty and cold.

I came back all the way against the light, but as soon as I entered the wall door, the darkness, the darkness that scared me, came at me. Although I know there are a lot of China lanterns not far behind me, they can't shine here. Only on the balcony can we see them. Those lights are snobbish.

So every winter night, my father will wait for me downstairs. I told him that I would arrive around 6: 15, but I always felt that he had been standing for a long time. He smoked a cigarette, and the exhaled smoke rose slowly under the ancient street lamp in Huang Chengcheng, changing into a wonderful shape and hanging on his head. Seeing me from a distance, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and trampled it out. Blue-gray smoke is still hovering, I don't know how long it will take, but they all tend to yellow street lamps.

Dad still forgot to bring a flashlight. Maybe he was too lazy to bring it because he had a lighter. At this time, he took out his lighter again. Chen Wenjing turned a small wheel on the lighter with his thumb, and then suddenly "Chen Wenjing" lit, and the flame jumped out of the small hole, shaking slightly and keeping the flame very hard. Orange and a circle of blue flames lit up the steps below my father and me, reflected on our faces, and my father put his arm around my shoulder, which made me feel practical and warm.

"This is the advantage of smoking," Dad said with a smile.

This is just a joke, but I can't deny that I am used to the "crackling" sound in the dark, and a small cluster of lovely and warm flames illuminate me.

Once I had a good memory and went out at night with a flashlight. Strange round lights and awkward lights make me uncomfortable. I would rather go up and down the stairs with my father in a small firelight, and there is a sense of dependence that no matter how gorgeous the lights are.

I once thought to myself that the first money I made in my life would be to buy the best cigarettes and lighters for my father.

At this time, the light from the lighter becomes the brightest and most beautiful light.

7. Street lamp composition Street lamp is quiet, I am walking on a quiet path, and the street lamp illuminates the earth silently, as if it also illuminates my heart. "He" glows silently, without complaint or noise.

In people's eyes, perhaps the street lamp is just a "common" "hypocritical" ornament on the roadside.

When you pass by street lamps, have you ever thought that although you can see street lamps almost every day, have you ever carefully observed "him"? Do you know that?/You know what? I have! I asked my friend: I said, "Have you ever seen a street lamp?" Friend: "Of course!" Me: "Street lamp? You have seen it, but you don't understand. " Friend: "Who said that a street lamp is not an unremarkable" Dongdong "on the roadside? I think, when you finish reading it, you must feel the same as me! Street lamp, very ordinary, just like a grass on the roadside, ordinary to ordinary, ordinary to ordinary, unremarkable "Dongdong" on the roadside.

The street lamp is great. "He" can blow the cold wind at night, stand upright like a soldier in the frontier and make contributions to the people in obscurity. "He" can give off warm light when it is too dark at night to see my fingers.

Think about it, what makes "he" have no regrets every night? Think about it, what makes "he" contribute to mankind in obscurity, and where it is needed, "he" appears. Think about it.

8. Combination street lamps

In the middle of the night, when you walk on the streets of a bustling city or country, you will definitely see the street lamps standing on the roadside shining brightly in the dark night and on the earth.

However, while enjoying this light, did you raise your head a little and feel the hardship and pain behind the street lamp?

Yes, street lamps have made selfless contributions to mankind. They light up the dark night and let people enjoy the beauty of the night. It illuminates the front, making people feel at ease driving and enjoying a comfortable journey. However, it has done more than that for people.

Nevertheless, street lamps are still so small in people's minds. Look! People put advertising paper or application paper on street lamps, and the neat and beautiful street lamps are suddenly defiled, becoming ugly and extremely embarrassing.

However, this cannot be said to be the fate of street lamps, but the road they choose. They would rather live in a chaotic and noisy city than in a quiet country. Maybe you will ask: why is this?

They don't want to see beautiful scenery and luxurious villas, but to illuminate the front and bring light to mankind. They don't like living in this city full of smoke and waste gas, but they make every effort to beautify the environment and human beings.

How many people are as sacred as street lamps now? I meditated silently. ...

Street lamp lighting

I am a small street lamp, standing in every quiet night, people come and go in a hurry. And I always selflessly give my light and heat to everyone and let them run away with a warm current.

"Street lamp, are you lonely?" A little girl hugged me with chubby little hands, and the temperature on her hands made my heart tremble. Am I lonely? Lonely? Seeing the little girl skipping away holding her mother's hand innocently and lively, my flustered heart suddenly calmed down.

Am I lonely? I'm not alone. Because when I give my light and heat to people, I will receive postcards from people with all kinds of worries written on them. With a tearful face, I will try to evaporate salty tears with light. There is a sad face, and I will try my best to sweep away the haze in his heart with warmth. ,

That night, I met a hungry and cold poet. The poet looked down and out, sitting on the bench next to me, carefully took out a rusty old pen and a piece of broken kraft paper from a dirty wallet. The rusty pen turned into a sword in his hand, and he mercilessly criticized this dirty society. I saw a beautiful sentence from the poet's pen. Afterwards, the poet looked up at me. The desire for light in his eyes strengthened his belief. It is because of the bright contrast that darkness is even more frightening.

I don't understand why people attach so much importance to money and reputation. The light in people's hearts has long been taken away by darkness. How many people like poets are there in today's society? I'm afraid there isn't much left. ...

That night, the poet told me a lot about human affection, love and friendship. There are also struggles for fame and fortune in the world, and there are people who are addicted to sex and money ... They also compiled a beautiful poem for me: street lamps are the eyes of the city, street lamps are the direction of home, and street lamps are the lamps of homeless people. ...

Well, this is the story of street lamps. I wonder if there is such a street lamp in your heart when you are listening to this story.

9. Write a short essay on street lamps. Dear friends, when you ride your bike to work in the early morning; When you walk to school in the endless morning light; When you and your family shine under the moonlight and starlight ... friend, will you realize the street lamp that accompanies you, the god of the night? You may be surprised: "Street lamps are very common!" But when you stand under the street lamp and think for a while, you will find that the street lamp is not ordinary, even great. It is true to call it the god of the night.

Street lamps, they are naturally simple. Because they are not as bright as lanterns and not as eye-catching as wall lamps.

Whenever the night is dark, it always brings light to the world. Under its illumination, everything around it looks poetic and the whole environment looks comfortable and harmonious. Although its light is not big enough and bright enough, it can approach all of itself and give its light to human beings without reservation. Even if it is cloudy sometimes, it can't be covered. It can still split the wind and rain, transmit its light to human beings and illuminate dark corners. Simple street lamp, what kind of things in the world can compare with you? Flowers in spring? No, it can only bloom in sunny days and wither with a little wind and frost; Summer water? No, although it gives the impression of suppleness, it will break into a furious rage; Winter sun? No, although it gives people warmth, they will escape when they encounter dark clouds.

I thought of teachers, teachers can be compared with street lamps, because teachers' profession is as noble as street lamps, and teachers' hearts are as noble as street lamps. It may be that when I was a student, I came into contact with many teachers since I was a child and had some understanding of teachers. Maybe my ideal is to be a teacher. As a future teacher, I have an almost obsessive sense of honor. Maybe ... in short, I see too many similarities between teachers and street lamps.

Street lamps do not exist for a moment like the light of a meteor, nor are they as faint as the light of a star. A street lamp is like a unique star. If you want your life to last forever, please choose to be the god of night lights.

10. Write a composition with street lamps, drizzle and laughter. On the first day of 500 years, there were frozen seeds in the frozen soil. There are no lazy cattle and sheep on the lazy pasture. The cold fish pond keeps stranded fish, and the dumb stream can't sing dumb tunes.

As a result, the rain fell gently from the distant land with towering peaks and clouds. Its love, like a thread, weaves heaven and earth together. When it came, Lei Feng lost his arrogance.

Here we are. It's convenient for work. Didi drips on oil umbrellas, doors and windows, curtains, hemp fibers and hats. People follow its footsteps and accept the baptism of spring.

Ointment-moistened land moistens ointment-moistened spring buds, cattle and sheep can be seen on grassy pastures, cheerful fish dance in cheerful fish ponds, and gurgling streams hum gurgling laundry songs.

Rain is coming, spring rain is coming, spring rain is coming with a smile, and rain says, I will teach you to laugh bravely! Then, in the silence, laughter was generated. Wicker smiled and bent with laughter; Shishi laughed and burst into tears; Swallow smiled, his wings tilted; The clan laughed and laughed wildly; The children laughed, laughing that April bloomed on the earth, and laughing that spring scales on the earth!

Rain said, I'm coming, I'm coming gently from a distant place, where mountains stand tall and the sky is covered with white clouds. I'm here to revive the earth. I'm here to teach children to laugh. When I see the children laughing and the earth laughing, I will rest happily. One day, you wipe your mouth while eating an apple. Remember that the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing.