Write a composition with that lamp as the title

1. Write a 600-word essay with a subtitle based on that lamp.

When I went home, I saw a lamp in the distance. I don't know why, but I felt moved in my heart. Those lights may be someone who lights a light for us, or they may be a light lit for others... I feel a warmth again.

I remember a story: Once upon a time. In a remote small village, there are no street lights because of its backwardness. However, there is always one with the lights on. Therefore, it is convenient for passers-by to have a light, and their hearts are filled with a brave light. Because there is no sense of security on the dark path. However, this old man is blind. One day, a young man asked the old man curiously: "You are a blind man. It doesn't matter whether you have a lamp or not, but why do you still light a lamp?" The old man said: "Although I am a blind man, this lamp The lamp is for others to light up. Because it is too dark here and there are no street lights, so let me light a lamp!" The young man trembled in his heart.

Light a light for others. That lamp contains the power of love; it contains the breath of warmth; it contains the kind heart of an old man...

Not only is there a lamp in life. I think we also have a lamp in our hearts that illuminates our souls... 2. Write an essay (narrative) with the title "That lamp, light it up for me"

The lamp represents a kind of hope.

A light in the darkness is like an explorer finding food in the desert; like a detective capturing important clues in reconnaissance; like a scholar finally reaching the goal after constant failures. achieved success. Lights can give us joy, guide us in the direction of progress, lead us to adhere to our ideals, and add brilliance on the road to success.

I remember that when I first entered the third grade of junior high school, I was always in a sluggish state. The overwhelming number of test papers and the dazzling scarlet rankings made me dizzy and completely lost my direction.

I started to work harder, changed myself little by little, and kept buying books and doing questions. After a while, I thought my grades would improve, but the results were not ideal.

So the answer sheet that had just been handed out in front of me poured cold water on my enthusiasm for learning, and I tasted the feeling of failure. I took another look at my deskmate's paper, and even his score, which had always been mediocre, was higher than mine.

Am I not working hard enough? I asked myself. The pressure I put on myself was making me breathless. To make matters worse, the teacher mercilessly criticized me in front of everyone in class.

The cold jokes aimed at me made me understand what despair means. In those days, I became depressed, fearing that I would be in a depressed state for a long time, just like a camel in the desert. I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I could get out of the desert, but in the end, I was in vain - the constant coming Difficulties hinder its progress.

When I got home, my parents seemed to have learned the news about me at school. However, what surprised and pleased me was that my parents did not blame me like the teacher did, but comforted me and comforted me. Inspire me. Especially my father, he patiently said to me: "Failure is not important. What is important is how you overcome failure. There will definitely be pain. This is also the only way to success, in order to get the results you want."

From my father’s words, I found confidence again - I can do it, I will do it! Efforts will never go to waste. No matter how much effort you put in, you will definitely get a lot of rewards! My direction became clearer, and the fire of hope in my heart was ignited again. If dad’s comfort is rational, then mom’s comfort can be considered emotional.

Unlike others, my mother did not say rational words such as saying that I was not ideal in this exam and that I would do better next time. Instead, she told me in an understanding way: "More than 40 students in the class took the exam." There will always be the first place and the fortieth place. Who can guarantee that he will get the first place every time?" I burst into tears and laughed, and I suddenly felt inspired. In an instant, I picked up the ideal in my heart and continued to be a tireless striver.

Mom and Dad, thank you for your timely encouragement when I was in difficulty. It allowed me to see the light in the darkness, illuminated my way forward, and made me more purposeful and confident. ! There was a lamp that I lit for myself, carrying dreams and hopes. I stepped into the journey of life with an uneasy mood... On the journey of life, there are too many charming scenery waiting for me to see, so I speeded up. pace, eager to appreciate those precious beauties. However, before reaching beauty and light, darkness often falls quietly.

Every time at this moment, I would like to turn the stars in the sky into a lamp to illuminate the way forward for myself... "Fly forward hard, it doesn't matter how tired you are, after the night How beautiful the light is." This touching lyric always brings a warm feeling to my heart and gives me the courage to light a lamp for myself when I encounter darkness. I still remember that when I was in seventh grade, the school conducted a physical education test, and one of the events was "800 meters."

When I heard the Arabic numeral "800", my heart trembled slightly. This is probably my first time running such a long distance continuously. Can I persevere? Just like that, with a hint of panic and fear, I started my long journey.

Sure enough, after running less than a lap, I was out of breath, and I could only hear rapid breathing and slow footsteps coming from time to time. At that moment, I suddenly had the idea of ??giving up. I thought: Just let nature take its course! So why do you work so hard? ! But when this idea came to me, I couldn't help but feel ashamed: How could I be so depraved? No, I can't give up easily! The end point stays there.

As long as the light of hope in your heart does not go out, you will definitely win! So, relying on the support of this belief, I insisted on running the whole distance. Now, after experiencing the spiritual "torture", I can now calmly face the 800 meters that I once feared. The distance of 800 meters is no longer long to me.

Just because I lit a lamp for myself and illuminated the way forward. As I grow older and my thoughts continue to mature, I also have some unique insights into life.

When I was a boy, I once declared loudly: I will definitely become a scientist in the future! Looking back now, I can't help but smile sadly. Is success as easy as I imagined? In the face of reality, sometimes I feel confused, unable to find the direction of life, and even feel out of reach. However, I am often moved by my lofty ambition, which gives me a brave heart again.

Dreams may change, but they will never be dimmed because of temporary obstacles. I believe in myself and I can make a difference in my life.

No matter how strong the wind is, I will still move forward through the waves. The stars in the sky are twinkling, and I want them to be assimilated into a lamp with my faith to light up for myself.

At that moment, I seemed to see the gorgeous light, and I knew that the light was not far away from me... 3. Write an essay based on "That Lamp"

"That Lamp" The gray sky has drawn down the night.

Lifting the curtains, I accidentally noticed that the light next to the window was still on. It was on...~ I asked my mother and found out that there was only an old man in his sixties living there. He always worked tirelessly. Reading, often staying up all night. After one visit, I seemed to understand a lot.

Grandpa, I am proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He often told me: Years of hard work are always worth it in the end. Unknowingly, you will gain knowledge, friendship and trust. ”

From the grandfather’s simple words, I felt an ordinary old man’s insight and understanding of life, and I also personally experienced his care and help for a strange girl I had never met.

In the process of getting along with him, from what he did, I learned to care, be kind, give, and share...~ The old man has no children and is alone. He put that love, that persistence and love for learning, All of it was left to me without reservation, like the elegant and bright moonlight, like the endless spring breeze, like the sweet and intoxicating tea, seeping into the heart and warming the heart in every detail.

I didn’t know that until a long time later. The old man passed away a few years ago, but in the middle of the night, that light is still lighting up for me, telling me to persevere and be brave.

My tears lingered in my eyes and slipped down unconsciously. I grew up under the encouragement and motivation of the old man, but I had no idea that one day, he would leave.

It turned out to be that lamp. revealed, his thirst for knowledge.

After that, the light. Interpretation, his definition of caring.

It was late at night. I closed the book and was about to turn off the lights. Suddenly I saw the bright light outside the window. I opened the book again and immersed myself in the world filled with the fragrance of books. Suddenly, looking at the light that will never be the only one in the night, isn't the light filled with the love that overflows my heart again and again? "That Light" When I finished my tutoring class, it was getting late and I was walking home alone.

It was a quiet path, with a few pedestrians passing by in a hurry. (1) Leng Yue I was walking silently. There was a lush tree in front of me, with thick branches and thick green leaves. I suddenly noticed that light was seeping through the gaps between the leaves little by little.

I was surprised and raised my head. A crescent moon was hanging quietly in the sky, bright and flawless, and emitting a faint silver light. Thinking about it, why is the light of the moon so weak? There is no sunshine of the sun, and there is no blizzard to the bone. What is left to everyone is a tepid image, mixed with paleness, and makes people wonder whether the moon is shining? And why are so many literati not stingy with their literary talents and writing immortal poems for her? Su Dongpo sighed under the moon: People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. "

Sister Lin and Miss Shi also said: The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon." Why? Perhaps, everything is vain and illusory... I even wonder, what benefits has the moonlight given to people, so that people praise her so generously? This world is really incredible.

Under the moonlight, my whole body felt cold. Everything was lifeless.

(2) Light - warm light Suddenly, the lights on the roadside turned on! The surroundings are completely bright! I don’t know where to look for the light of the moon. The orange light seemed to overflow, spreading gently throughout my body, warming me.

Only the lights really shine on everyone, the moonlight has no effect at all! How many passers-by returning home late at night need lights? How many lost children need light to comfort them? Light, this warm light! She looked at us quietly and gave us warmth. I leaned under the bright street lights and suddenly felt a sense of security.

(3) There was a slight sound above the head of the Night Charm, and suddenly there was a "pop" sound, and the surrounding area became dark. The street lights went out for some reason! I couldn't help but fell into panic and darkness. Suddenly , I found a beam of white light shining in front of me, seemingly trying to lead me forward. When I looked up, it was the moonlight that was helping me.

I was stunned... I walked forward along the moonlight, uneasy. My heart finally found some comfort. In fact, only the moon is a real lamp! Although her light is weak, it is neither humble nor arrogant. She will not stop illuminating the poet with her persistence! The reason to praise her... Yes, the charm of the night! Is it the charm of the moon? No! The charm is her selflessness! Her light is a little fainter, but she can lead the lost passers-by. When walking around, her light may not be as bright as the street lights, but she guards the whole world with her faint light... The moon is a lamp that never goes out.

I stood in the soft and natural moonlight, the coldness gradually subsided, and warmth gradually surrounded me. 4. Write an essay of about 300 words with the title "Lighting up the lamp in my heart"

Carrying dreams and hopes, I embarked on the journey of life with an uneasy mood...

In the journey of life, there are too many charming scenery waiting for me to see, so I quickened my pace, eager to appreciate those precious beauties. However, before reaching beauty and light, darkness often falls quietly. At this moment, I would like to turn the stars in the sky into a lamp to illuminate the way forward for myself...

"Fly forward hard, it doesn't matter how tired you are, after the night How beautiful the light is." This touching lyric always brings a warm feeling to my heart and gives me the courage to light a lamp for myself when I encounter darkness.

I still remember that when I was in seventh grade, the school conducted a physical education test, and one of the events was "800 meters." When I heard the Arabic numeral "800", my heart trembled slightly. This is probably my first time running such a long distance continuously. Can I persevere? Just like that, with a hint of panic and fear, I started my long journey. Sure enough, after running less than a lap, I was out of breath, and I could only hear rapid breathing and slow footsteps from time to time. At that moment, I suddenly had the idea of ??giving up. I thought: Just let nature take its course! So why do you work so hard? ! But when this idea came to me, I couldn't help but feel ashamed: How could I be so depraved? No, I can't give up easily! The end point stays there. As long as the light of hope in your heart does not go out, you will definitely win! So, relying on the support of this belief, I insisted on running the whole distance.

Now, after experiencing the spiritual "torture", I can face the 800 meters that I once feared calmly. The 800 meters is no longer a long journey for me. Just because I lit a lamp for myself and illuminated the way forward.

As I grow older and my thoughts continue to mature, I also have some unique insights into life. When I was a teenager, I once announced loudly: I will definitely become a scientist in the future! Looking back now, I can't help but smile sadly. Is success as easy as I imagined? In the face of reality, sometimes I feel confused, unable to find the direction of life, and even feel out of reach. However, I am often moved by my lofty ambition, which gives me a brave heart again. Dreams may change, but they will never be dimmed because of temporary obstacles. I believe in myself and I can make a difference in my life. No matter how strong the wind is, I will still push forward through the waves.

The stars in the sky are twinkling, and I want them to be assimilated into a lamp with my faith to light up for myself.

At that moment, I seemed to see the gorgeous light, and I knew that the light was not far away from me... 5. Write an essay with the title "The Lamp in Life", no restriction on style, no less than 800 words.

The light in life. Everyone’s life is like a dark night. I am walking the road of life alone in this night. Although it is a straight road, it is impossible for everyone not to take a turn. Every time I go to a corner, a bright light lights up my front, and I will follow this light throughout my life. This light is my grandfather. The word grandfather is kind. , and although my grandfather didn’t know anything about astronomy and geography, and he wasn’t a little literate, he knew how to be a human being, and he was a very ordinary farmer. My grandma passed away when I was 2 years old, and my parents were busy all day long, but My life is not boring at all, because I have a grandfather. Some people can laugh, and I have a grandfather, so what. When I was 5 years old, my sister came into the world with a cry. When my sister was more than 1 year old, my mother and My father lit the lamp for his nephew - as usual, he was busy from then on. My sister and I had the deepest impression of my grandfather during our childhood. My grandfather attached great importance to my education. Whenever I got good grades in my studies, my grandfather would be happy. The wrinkles on my face from ear to ear record the hard work my grandpa put into educating me. I grew up day by day, and my grades always ranked among the top five in the class. Whenever my grandpa saw me coming home with a certificate in my hand, his eyes would narrow into a straight line. Line. Praise me a few words, which is the best prize and encouragement for me. But sometimes the results are not ideal, grandpa will say sincerely: "Where there is a will, there is a way. Don't be discouraged, keep up the good work." I listened, I wiped away my tears and cheered up again. My grades gradually improved. Once I was proud and failed in the exam. Grandpa said to me again: "Modility makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind. Hanwen, you can't be proud." , this way your grades will not improve at all, and will even regress. You have to be open-minded and studious to get good grades, so study hard! Look at your father and mother who didn't go to school well. Now they are trying their best to make money. They work hard from dawn to dusk and still don't make much money. They regret it very much now. You can't follow their path again! You have to learn to fight hard for your own life, understand? You are not young anymore, so you should understand these words." These meaningful words of grandpa contain the tone of love, all the care of grandpa, and the expectations that grandpa has for me. Grandpa has given me so much, and I How can I repay his love and kindness? I have thought about it for a long time, and there is only one way to repay my grandfather! Study hard, get into a key school, and grow up to be successful. Grandpa, you are my guiding light, you are a selfless person. You have been taking care of me and my sister for ten years, and you have been caring for us. You are the brightest light in my life. 6. Write an essay with the title "That lamp, light it up for me". (Narrative)

A lamp in the darkness is like an explorer finding food in the desert; like a detective capturing important clues during reconnaissance; like a scholar constantly searching. We finally succeed in failure. Lamps can give us joy, guide us in the direction of progress, lead us to adhere to our ideals, and add brilliance on the road to success.

Remember that we have just entered the beginning. Third, I have been in a sluggish state. The overwhelming number of test papers and the dazzling rankings made me dizzy and completely lost my direction. I started to work harder, changed myself little by little, and kept buying books and doing questions. , I thought my grades could be improved, but the effect was not ideal. So the answer sheet that was just handed out in front of me poured cold water on my enthusiasm for learning, and I felt the feeling of failure again. Even his score on the test paper, which has always been mediocre, is higher than mine. Am I not working hard enough?

The pressure I put on myself has made me breathless. What’s worse, The teacher mercilessly criticized me in class. The cold jokes directed at me made me understand what despair was. Those days, I became depressed and feared that I would be in a depressed state for a long time, just like in the desert. The camel thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he could walk out of the desert, but in the end it was all in vain - the constant difficulties hindered his progress.

When I got home, my parents seemed to have learned the news about me at school. However, what surprised and pleased me was that my parents did not blame me like the teacher did, but comforted me and comforted me. Inspire me. Especially my father, he patiently said to me: "Failure is not important. What is important is how you overcome failure. There will definitely be pain. This is also the only way to success in order to get the results you want." From Dad's words In the words, I found confidence again - I can do it, I will do it! Efforts will never go to waste. No matter how much effort you put in, you will definitely get a lot of rewards! My direction became clearer, and the fire of hope in my heart was ignited again.

If dad’s comfort is rational, then mom’s comfort can be considered emotional. Unlike others, my mother did not say rational words such as saying that I was not ideal in this exam and that I would do better next time. Instead, she told me in an understanding way: "There will always be first and second place students in the class of more than 40 students in the exam." Forty, who can guarantee that he will get the first place every time?" I burst into tears and laughed, and I felt inspired. In an instant, I picked up the ideal in my heart and continued to be a tireless striver.

Mom and Dad, thank you for your timely encouragement when I was in difficulty. It allowed me to see the light in the darkness, illuminated my way forward, and made me more purposeful and confident. !

There is a lamp that I light for myself

Carrying dreams and hopes, I embark on the journey of life with an uneasy mood...

In the journey of life, there are too many charming scenery waiting for me to see, so I quickened my pace, eager to appreciate those precious beauties. However, before reaching beauty and light, darkness often falls quietly. At this moment, I would like to turn the stars in the sky into a lamp to illuminate the way forward for myself...

"Fly forward hard, it doesn't matter how tired you are, after the night How beautiful the light is." This touching lyric always brings a warm feeling to my heart and gives me the courage to light a lamp for myself when I encounter darkness.

I still remember that when I was in seventh grade, the school conducted a physical education test, and one of the events was "800 meters." When I heard the Arabic numeral "800", my heart trembled slightly. This is probably my first time running such a long distance continuously. Can I persevere? Just like that, with a hint of panic and fear, I started my long journey. Sure enough, after running less than a lap, I was out of breath, and I could only hear rapid breathing and slow footsteps from time to time. At that moment, I suddenly had the idea of ??giving up. I thought: Just let nature take its course! So why do you work so hard? ! But when this idea came to me, I couldn't help but feel ashamed: How could I be so depraved? No, I can't give up easily! The end point stays there. As long as the light of hope in your heart does not go out, you will definitely win! So, relying on the support of this belief, I insisted on running the whole distance.

Now, after experiencing the spiritual "torture", I can face the 800 meters that I once feared calmly. The 800 meters is no longer a long journey for me. Just because I lit a lamp for myself and illuminated the way forward.

As I grow older and my thoughts continue to mature, I also have some unique insights into life. When I was a teenager, I once announced loudly: I will definitely become a scientist in the future! Looking back now, I can't help but smile sadly. Is success as easy as I imagined? In the face of reality, sometimes I feel confused, unable to find the direction of life, and even feel out of reach. However, I am often moved by my lofty ambition, which gives me a brave heart again. Dreams may change, but they will never be dimmed because of temporary obstacles. I believe in myself and I can make a difference in my life. No matter how strong the wind is, I will still push forward through the waves.

The stars in the sky are twinkling, and I want them to be assimilated into a lamp with my faith to light up for myself.

At that moment, I seemed to see the gorgeous light, and I knew that the light was not far away from me... 7. Write an 800-word essay on the topic of "Keeping the Light in the Heart," Asking for Help

Throughout the ages, people have always used round or jade to describe the moon, but in my heart, the moon is a lamp, so bright and beautiful. When I walk under the moon, occasionally, I look up at the sky, and there is always a big lamp. Keep me cool on the road ahead. In the footprints I left, there is always the shadow of the moon. Sometimes, the lamp will be covered with gauze. I think someone is afraid that the lamp will be damaged, so I specially use some gauze. Cover it, it can still shine, knowledge is just not as bright as before. However, this light will go out sometimes. At that time, I raised my head and looked up at the sky, but I couldn't find the friend who walked with me every day. A sense of loss arises in my heart. You can imagine that when a person walks with a friend every day, but one day, the light suddenly goes out, he must feel lost. Because he has been used to "the moon goes, I On those days when I am gone, no matter where I go, there will always be a light accompanying him. When I do something wrong, if the light has been lit, I will look up and feel that the war light seems to use his The light tells me: "You are wrong. If you don't reflect on it, it will be too late!" Then, I will immediately reflect on my mistakes and correct them. Because, with this light, I can live a better life! "Rust, rustle..." It rained again. I remember one time my father braved the rain and was ill to help me buy back a book I had dreamed of.

This made me feel guilty for a long time... That day, I was reading the newspaper. Suddenly, I saw a book that I had been looking forward to for a long time, so I asked my father to buy it for me. I came to my father's bedroom. My father was sleeping, but I wanted to get the book so much that I pushed my father awake desperately: "Dad, Dad, I want to buy a book!" My father opened his eyes dimly and whispered softly. The words answered me: "Dad is very dizzy, let's do it next time."

"No, there won't be any next time!" My father couldn't stand my howling, so he finally put on his clothes and agreed to buy books for me. . After a while, the sky became gloomy, and then a downpour started, but my father hadn't come back yet, and my heart started to lift.

Just when I was extremely anxious, a familiar figure appeared in front of me. Is it my father? That figure is getting closer and closer, it’s really my father! I finally felt relieved, but my father was soaked all over. Hey, where was my father's coat? At this time, my father took out his coat from his soaked shirt and took out a book from his coat. "I bought it. Take it quickly. It's raining really hard. Fortunately, the book Not wet..." After listening to my father's words, my eyes became moist, and I cried and fell into my father's soaked arms... The rain kept falling, but my heart was warm because there was a lamp. It keeps lighting up and lighting up in my heart...