Composition That Night -------

That night

After the storm, there was a colorful rainbow. ——Inscription

I really can’t remember the year or month. I just remember holding a crumpled test paper in my hand and running wildly on the unlit path. It was a night of pouring rain, and the surrounding trees sounded eerie and scary in the sound of rain, as if countless homeless souls were attacking you naked in the rain, asking for your companionship. The wind and rain made me feel like a drowned chicken. I couldn't tell where the water was, where the sweat was, and where the tears were. But there was only liquid left on his body and face, and his whole body seemed to be submerged in water.

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand, can a paper really represent everything? Can a score that may not be true really measure the value of a person? I remember when I was a kid, so young that I can’t even remember how old I was. Find a few friends to play and play together every day, carefree, as if the world is ours, there are no other worries and trivial matters, and the innocent mind can fly freely above the nine heavens. But now? Everything depends on the eyes of teachers and parents. Without freedom, innocence, and romance, the smoke of exams can set off a raging fire at any time, igniting our already fragile hearts. All of this is like countless nameless big hands, squeezing you, slapping you, attacking you, leaving you with no hope of survival. If the score is higher, it will be the joy of the New Year; if the score is lower, it will be thunderous rebuke. In this way, we die and resurrect, live and die again, which is what Guo Jingming said, "die over and over again", right?

The road ahead is still so long, and the pouring rain is still washing the quiet path, depriving it of the power of life. The bright moon in the sky has long refused to give the world a moment of light. It seems that as long as the world continues to fall, fall...

Isn't it good to cultivate some hobbies? Isn't it okay to write one more beautiful big character on the tombstone? Isn't it good to relax after being stressed physically and mentally? In the eyes of adults, all the answers may be just no, just a big red error mark. Why? Why why? Is life just going to be passed away in the same way? Is life just as fleeting as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves? Is life just going to disappear like the clouds of the past? No, never! Life should be varied, colorful, full of passion and vitality. But why do parents always stop it? You should know that to stop children's hobbies is to kill their lives and destroy their souls like a devil! From then on, the young mind was cast into a dark shadow...

The sky was still a black stone slab, as if it was about to fall and kill people. In the heavy rain, a child ran wildly, not knowing where the road ahead was. Passers-by holding umbrellas looked at me in horror, and strands of surprised glances came towards me, making me breathless. The mud splashed up, dyeing the sky and the land even darker...

My thoughts are rolling like a tide, like the torrential rain, making my heart fly to the sky, leaving only The dark body is lingering here...

The sky is getting brighter, and the fiery red sun shines on the vast land. After running all night, I don't know when I was lying on the hospital bed. I felt a hand pressing heavily on my body. I tried to open my eyes and saw that it was my father. He fell asleep leaning against the bed, and his clothes were wet. The patient in the same room said that he didn't sleep all night last night... Looking at the increasing number of silver threads on his temples, two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes, spilling on his clothes and quilt as if they had been washed... When he woke up, Dad said, Don't run away from now on. What will happen if you don't do well in the exam? There was a bit of worry and a bit of accusation in those words.

But these, to me, are as beautiful as silk, bamboo and orchestra...

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The eternity of that night

As the saying goes: All banquets in the world come to an end. Yes, no matter how beautiful things are, there will be a time when they part and break. However, when that time comes, can we still be like Xu Zhimo? Like the poems he wrote Like "I wave my sleeves and don't take away a single cloud." Can I really treat parting as coolly as he did? I think I should be able to.

But I was wrong. In fact, I was wrong. It has been proven that my idea is wrong. The testimonies are our tears; our hugs; and our thousands of words of reluctance.

Three years are not long, but short. .But the three years that belong to us have passed. It has flowed through our fingers; it has flowed away while we were chatting, laughing, and playing; it has flowed away while we are fighting together, and it has never returned. Not coming.

Do you still remember that night? That sad night, sisters? That was the last night we got together. That night, we cuddled together, and we Holding each other's hands tightly, how much we hope that time can freeze like this and let us become eternity.

That night, we pushed open the door of memory together and traced back to our past. Ninth composition Original writing from zuowen.qc99.com. From the time we met as strangers to our attachment to each other now. During this period, we also had frictions and conflicts, but at this moment, they have all vanished.

That night, we were drunk. It’s good to be drunk. You don’t have to think about anything anymore. There is an ancient saying: “A drunk can solve a thousand worries.” This sentence is really true. Being drunk can make us forget. The pain of separation, forget this melancholy. Being drunk makes us care nothing. Being drunk gives us the courage to present our inner thoughts nakedly and unreservedly to the sisters who are about to be separated. This is how much we drink. You have to have such courage only if you drink a lot of wine...

When I started to get excited after drinking, I found that the pain of parting did not lessen. Instead, it added another layer of sadness. So another ancient saying came to my mind. It flashed: "Drinking makes me sad and makes me even sadder." Alcohol makes us silent and depressed. No one spoke, there was no more loud talk, no more clinking of wine glasses. Maybe everyone is creating some memories for each other.

I sat aside and looked at my sisters who were also silent. I looked at their faces. I wanted to keep looking at them like this, and I wanted to engrave their looks on them forever. in my heart.

But time will not understand us after all, and the time has come to say goodbye. We hugged each other tightly, cried loudly together, and vented our sorrow...

The night was very late, and I was lying on the bed. Still can't sleep. I'm afraid that the fleeting time will force me to forget this relationship.

It has been three years, and I don’t want to throw it away or stay away. I admit that until now, I have forgotten everything between us, whether it was touching or sad. I am gradually forgetting their faces, but the only thing I won't forget is their names, so I was lucky enough to think that at least I still have some memory left, so I won't forget them completely.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, they are pure and real in my memory, just like the moonlight tonight.

Sometimes, I also think about it, if I have never met them in my life, if I know them---

Will my life lose a dazzling halo?

Is my life missing many wonderful moments because of this?

Does this make my life more uneasy?

Is this why my life has some blank spaces?

I hope they can leave me even an insignificant place in their hearts and be content.

The moonlight is peaceful, quiet and soft. I carefully maintained this friendship with every little detail.

My dear sisters, I look forward to the time when we meet again.

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That night, my gardenia fell

The sun squinted , staring lazily at the earth, but not forgetting to radiate his energy. The entire street is filled with an impetuous smell. Through the faint "fire", you can see the distorted figures of people and buildings.

Ying stepped quickly on the hot road, licking her chapped lips with her almost dry tongue, while thinking: I wonder how Rong is doing now!

Finally "trekked" to that pale place - Zero Point Hospital. When I opened the glass door, I was greeted by a strong smell of disinfectant that was suffocating.

Ying ran up to the third floor as fast as she could, pushed open the door of room 302, and saw a person lying on the bed in the middle of the room. Her withered yellow hair fell weakly in front of her eyes. But it couldn't cover her cheeks, which were as pale as white paper, and her chapped lips exuded the breath of death. A pair of eyes full of confusion emitted a strange light at the moment they saw Ying. It was the light of surprise, the light of helplessness, the light of hope, and the light of life. They turned into bright spots, burning Ying's eyes.

Ying suddenly realized that her eyes were very painful. A warm liquid filled her eyes. She stared at this once lively and active person through this blurry "water curtain". But this dying person is the most important person in his life.

She walked gently to the bedside, caressed Rong's pale cheeks and chapped lips, tried hard to swallow the tears that had already rolled around her eyes several times, and smiled sadly.

"Ying, how are you doing lately?" Rong said, stroking the hair on Ying's forehead with her cold hands. "It's okay." Ying smiled hard.

What followed was a strange silence.

"Ying."

"Huh?!"

"I want to take a photo shoot with you, I want to go to Canghai Beach with you to see Sunset, I want to stay with you at your house for a week, I want..."

"Rong," Ying squeezed Rong's hand with both hands, "you take good care of yourself, and when you get better, I I will definitely take photos with you, go to the beach to watch the sunset together, stay at my house together, and watch the stars in the sky together on the balcony. I will always be with you!"

Rong nodded vigorously. She shook her head and her heart was filled with tears. Because she knew what a terrible disease she had, a disease that was difficult to cure, and a disease that was very likely to be alive and kicking at this moment and lying in a cold morgue the next moment. Despite this, she still had to keep this secret for herself, not telling Ying, and not letting her worry.

"Look!" Rong pointed slightly at the mast tree outside the window with his hand, and saw that the tree full of mast flowers looked even paler under the "burning" of the sun. "This is me, a tenacious mast flower. And that tall mast tree is you, Ying, my best and best friend. Don't worry! I will never leave you. Yes!" Rong raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a happy smile in her eyes.

Ying stayed with Rong throughout the afternoon, telling Rong interesting things that happened in her class and interesting jokes. The smile that had disappeared for a long time bloomed again on Rong's face.

Finally, the stars slowly pulled down the blue-black night, highlighting their own dim light. Rong tried to persuade Ying to go home several times, but Ying firmly shook her head like a rattle.

When they were talking enthusiastically, Rong's face turned pale and her breathing suddenly became rapid. Ying was frightened and ran out of the room quickly, shouting "Doctor, doctor!" When she rushed into the ward in a hurry, it was already too late. Rong's face was completely lifeless...

Tears rushed out like a flood that burst its banks, flooding into Ying's heart. Out of Ying's eyes. Ying stroked Rong's cheek and suddenly burst into tears, Rong, you can't just go like this! Rong...

Ying stood up slowly, turned around, and walked to the window. The gardenias outside the window are still blooming palely, but my gardenias have fallen, Ying thought silently.

She raised her head and looked up at the distant night sky. A shining meteor streaked across the distant sky...