The essay topic "That day, the power went out" is about 800 words, full of emotion and clear thinking, and the reward is not a problem!

With the coming of night, the lights filled the whole sky and lit up the whole city. The breeze blew through the screen window, bringing a hint of coolness. I don't like this. I just buried myself in my homework. The clock on the wall is playing with time, making the sound of "tick, tick …". The pen moves quickly on the paper, and time quietly flows through my fingertips and pen. The night is always long. The small desk lamp on the long desk gives off bright light. In this silent night, the lights suddenly went out and a corner of the city seemed to suddenly collapse.

I have to stop my busy writing and calm down. In addition to the sound of the clock in the room, you can almost hear the sound of the needle falling to the ground. I fumbled for the location of my mobile phone on my desk from memory. Touching the screen, the mobile phone became the only light spot in the darkness, and soon it was dark again. It's past eleven now, and the evening breeze has smoothed the rippling lake in my heart. When I relaxed, the evening breeze gradually took away my thoughts.

Close your eyes slowly and listen to the playful sound of time and clock; Feel the feeling of the evening breeze; Sniffing the fragrance of lily in the wind, I lamented that there were so many beautiful things around me, but they were all ignored. In my heart, I can't help but calm down a lot. In my mind, I can see the way they watched Lily leisurely.

That morning, the sun was scattered on the ground through the screen window. I got out of bed and stretched lazily. Comb your hair a few times at will and let it sleep on your shoulders naturally. Sunshine always makes people sleepy, but the room is very quiet, and the sound of vendors selling vegetables in the vegetable market downstairs sounds very lively. I couldn't help turning my head to look at the lily on the windowsill, which I bought during the Spring Festival. When I just bought it back, the lilies were blooming brightly and fresh, but they were getting worse every day. I don't believe its life is over. My father and I turned the sundries in the flowerpot into dirt. I've been taking care of it ever since. In the first few days, I was lifeless, getting weaker every day, and my hopes were shattered a little. However, I still hold a glimmer of hope and continue to do it. It gave me a reward for taking care of it, and it miraculously began to appear new green and lobular teeth. I jumped up happily and took care of it wholeheartedly, but it gave me a big surprise on that sunny morning. I picked up the kettle to water the flowers as usual and opened the screen window. The new green leaves seem to say "good morning!" I watered it carefully, but I found a little green thing on the top of it. I plucked the leaves, and it turned out to be a green flower bag! Hiding shyly between two leaves. I smiled happily at it and carefully spread the flower fertilizer around it. Enjoying it greedily, this lovely little thing seems to be ashamed of the slight shaking of the leaves. That morning, the sun was shining everywhere, but I was happier than getting a perfect score, thinking: it is finally going to bloom.

And with the passage of time, the final exam is coming soon. I forgot, even I just glanced at it. Even its fragrance was only smelled on the night of power failure, and it was so delicious, so fresh and elegant. How I want to touch its new green leaves again. I can't find my way in the dark, and I don't know where it is. So I went to the window and opened the screen window by the dim light in the distance. A faint fragrance comes to the nose, and the faint light makes it full of poetry. Its leaves look a little yellow, but its petals are so pure and white. I watched it grab the nearby mobile phone and wanted to do something for it while it was dark. I filled the kettle with water and poured it carefully. It seems to lift up its white face, smile and shout happily:' master, you finally remember me, and you won't forget me!' I can't help shedding a tear. My heart seems to have been pricked by something. It hurts. It hurts. I sprinkled some flower fertilizer around it and smiled and said to it,' well, go to bed early and watch the sunrise together tomorrow.' I reached out my finger and stroked its white petals. "Do something while it's dark," I said to myself. At this time, the desk lamp behind me turned on again, and I gently closed the screen window. Pick up a pen and carry a pile of homework, carefully read the information books to be read in the exam, even if there are only three books to recite, you should read a pile of information given by the teacher. Lily looked at my busy figure and didn't bother me. The one-month exam and review are over. My grades are not as good as expected. And when I went to see the lily again, it had dried up, leaving only the stem that dried up into a match. I watched it for a long time, and my heart felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't get rid of it for a long time. ...

How I miss the night when the power went out. On the road of life, how many times can we enjoy the lilies that we have never missed on the night of power failure? ...