Which position is best for sleeping in essay writing?

1. What is the best sleeping posture for humans? A 350-word essay

Every night when it’s time to go to bed, I am always the first to report to Duke Zhou. It takes less than 3 minutes to go to bed. I fell asleep, and the sleeping patterns were various, which was very interesting.

I am best at playing "Chinese Kung Fu" while sleeping. Whenever it is quiet at night, I often shake the quilt to the ground with the power of a magnitude 8 earthquake. Sometimes I would beat myself until my nose was black and my face was swollen. When I got up the next day, my mother asked me: "Who threw your quilt to the ground? What happened to your face?" I said: "I don't know either."

Not only do I wave randomly when I sleep, I also roll around frequently. Once, when my mother asked me to get up, she looked for me everywhere. After searching for most of the day, she finally found me under the bed.

I would still talk in my sleep when I was sleeping, but when I woke up the next day, I didn’t know anything. I will tell you exactly what happened during the day. Mom and Dad don’t need to ask me what I did during the day. They only need to listen to me talking in my sleep when I sleep.

I am always punched and kicked when I sleep. No one dares to sleep with me. My family also gave me many nicknames. My father called me "Bruce Lee", my sister called me "Once Upon a Time", and my mother called me "Boxing King".

I really want to get rid of these bad sleeping habits. There's little hope, though, because I can't seem to control myself when I'm sleeping. 2. Write an essay: Is it better to sleep or stand up? 800 words

In fact, I have always wanted to write something recently, but when I put my hands on the keyboard, I found that I really didn’t have much ink in my stomach. Maybe people who know me will say, ex, don’t you talk a lot? Yes, that’s the usual nonsense for buddies and friends. He can only target his own brothers. Facing this complicated society, I discovered that I did have many shortcomings. Even in the eyes of a certain brother, I was just a poor boy with nothing.

Now that we have talked about it, let’s talk about him! One of the few biological brothers in my world (don’t get me wrong, I am indeed an only child). A close relative refers to a close relative. I raised my hands and counted them, and found that there were too many. Just holding on to them was enough. The "Seventh Aunt and the Eighth Aunt" are counted as only five in the family.

I am currently working for this brother as a small online editor. Although I don’t make much money, coming to him may be an important turning point in my life. In fact, over the past few days, he has only emphasized the following points to me: first, read, second, use your brain, and third, speak. To be honest, I really felt that reading was not interesting at first, because I wanted to "quickly complete" it. I always want to reach the sky in one step, but I ignore that I don’t have the ladder to reach the sky - the ability.

After these days, I came into contact with some books. First of all, there have been great changes in my heart and mind. It changed some of my previously immature minds. When reading a book, there will always be a certain sentence or paragraph of wonderful words that touches my inner heartstrings. It makes me feel like I have broken out of some constraints, that must be my immature mind!

Today I saw a very good piece of text, and it was precisely because of this piece of text that this article was created. "Which feels better, standing up or falling to the ground? You were not born to roll around on the ground. You have to get up, again and again, until you fully unleash your potential." I think everyone knows, rolling on the ground or standing up Which is more comfortable. I forgot to tell you that the above text is from the book "Life without Limits". The author of this book is a "freak" who was born without arms and legs. He can stand up, he can travel around the world, he can surf on the beaches of Hawaii, and he can own his own company. We are no less than him! Why can't we. Behind every strong person, there will be sadness and setbacks. Without success, I can only say that you and I have experienced too few setbacks and sufferings.

Only then did I realize that books are a good thing, and the feeling that books give me now is not as rigid as the textbooks in school. A good book has a soul, it can purify your soul and change your mind.

Let you live a happy life, although it did not give me the extraordinary excitement when Fantasy Westward Journey upgraded and soared, nor did it give me the excitement when dancing in Audition. But it has a different taste.

Also, I have been feeling a little uncomfortable in the past few days, which made me understand another problem. In this world, age can be obtained without any effort, but there are also diseases. Colds are really uncomfortable. It's getting late, it's time for everyone to go to bed, good night! 3. My brother’s sleeping position essay 450zi

Speaking of the “boss” of my family, everyone knows that he can “make trouble”, “lightning and thunder”, “Nezha” "Hailing in the sea" is his strong point, and "clear to cloudy" is his specialty. who is he? you guess. I can't guess. He is my brother.

I really hate that I can't "walk a thousand miles". Why? Of course it's to get acquainted. It's really strange that I didn't see a W on the way to school. C. I had no choice but to rush home. As soon as I got home, I threw down my heavy schoolbag and headed W. Run in direction C. He took three steps at a time and arrived at the door of the toilet. Unexpectedly, I found my brother, a "ghost elf", standing at the door, with a posture of "I drove this road and planted this tree. If you want to go this way, leave money to buy the road." He smiled, but it made me feel cold. It made me feel that it was an insidious and terrifying smile.

"Brother, pay the money." He said slowly, still smiling. "What?" I stuffed my ears with my hands and suspected that I had heard wrong. There was no reason why I had to pay to go to my own toilet. "Get out of my way." I couldn't help but get angry. "No, who told you not to pay." The younger brother ignored him. Oh my god, I'm as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. I'm about to have a flash flood. I don't know where I got the strength to push my brother away and rush to the toilet. One word "Wow" - cool! 4. Composition on Dad’s Weird Sleeping Position

The three members of my family sleep in different positions, each with its own merits. What is dad's sleeping position like? Today I will observe my father’s wonderful sleeping posture.

Look! Dad was lying on the bed as if he were lying on the soft beach. His hands and feet were completely relaxed, forgetting his worries, and seemed to be enjoying the beauty of the world. The purr was like a spaceship whirring around. Turning over, my father's body was "undulating", much like the Great Wall of China in Beijing. As the saying goes, "If you don't visit the Great Wall, you are not a true man." I became a "hero" and visited the Great Wall. At this time, my father raised his arm and then lowered it. I thought it was Flight 101 from Shanghai to Hainan landing at Meilan Airport in Haikou. Dad put his hands on his forehead. Isn't this an "undercover" exploring the situation? After a while, Dad’s sleeping posture changed into the beautiful Concubine Yang, the magnificent castle, the long-lived sea turtle, the towering Guanyin on the sea...

Dad’s sleeping posture is really ever-changing. It makes people laugh, and sometimes it shocks them. I also want to open my eyes to see what other tricks my father can do with his sleeping posture. I’m looking forward to feasting my eyes!

Is my dad’s sleeping position “attractive”? 5. Funny "Sleeping Position" Composition

Hello everyone! How do you sleep? Lying on your back, sideways, lying on your back, raising your legs... This afternoon, Xia Yue and I discussed the "beautiful" postures for sleeping.

Xia Yue said enthusiastically: "Ah! My sleeping posture is very barbaric and very funny. Do you want me to tell you about it?" I nodded and looked at her with interest. He said vividly: "On a beautiful summer night, mosquitoes ruined this beautiful night scene. They flew around and sucked people's blood. In my sweet sleep, I suddenly felt itchy on my body, and my hands and feet went crazy. After dancing for a while, I fell into a sweet dream again.

The next morning, I woke up and found that my cute little baby’s beautiful clothes were gone. I looked around and found the same thing. I couldn't find it. When my "Golden Doudou" was about to fall off, my father suddenly found the baby's clothes stuck under my PP..." After Xia Yue finished speaking, she also expressed her emotion "with great pride": "Oh, then At that time, I really didn’t understand how the doll’s beautiful clothes could get under my vagina...” I didn’t answer her because I was almost out of breath from laughing.

It was my turn to speak, and Xia Yue joked: "Don't copy me, we are all ears!" I ignored her, cleared my throat, and said quickly: "It was also a summer night, and I was also in a sweet dreamland, It's a pity that I slept more deeply than you.

The next morning, I woke up. Why had the bed been moved? Did my parents move it? When I got up, I realized that I was sleeping on the edge of the bed. "I laughed loudly and looked at Xia Yue, who looked at me coldly without a trace of a smile on her face.

I looked at her with a flattering smile and asked: "Isn't it funny?" She replied coldly: "No!" "..." "It's funny! Hahahahaha... I originally wanted to endure it. I can't help but laugh, hahahaha..." We both burst out laughing, completely disregarding our "ladylike" demeanor. The sleeping positions of Xia Yue and I are so funny. You should behave properly in your sleeping positions, otherwise you will make a big joke like us! ! . 6. "Sleep" composition primary school composition

Childhood is like a colorful rainbow. I have encountered many interesting things, but one of them is the most unforgettable for me, and that is sleeping alone for the first time.

When I was 5 years old, after dinner, my parents said to me: "Daughter, you have grown up now. You should learn to sleep alone." I was shocked. I thought: With my father Isn't it good for mom to sleep? Why do I have to sleep alone?

I closed the door tightly, lay on the bed, covered myself with the quilt, and slept no matter what. Unconsciously, suddenly there were two red eyes and a pair of sharp teeth on the wall of the room. I was shocked. My eyes were staring straight at them, my teeth were trembling, and I was holding the quilt tightly. When I got out of bed and ran to my parents' room, I heard the ghost's scream. I quickly ran back to the bed and hid under the quilt. I didn't dare to come out. My body kept shaking. I thought: Will it come over and grab me? I didn't let him go, and used his sharp teeth to grab me back to the place where I was a bad boy. I would never quarrel with my parents again. I wanted to be a good boy and a good boy. The ghost's screams became louder and louder. It seemed like more and more ghosts were coming. Sweat flowed down from my hair, my pants were wet with urine, and my pillow was wet with sweat. My body was shaking so much that I seemed to have lost consciousness. The sound slowly stopped, the eyes were no longer so red, the ghost was gone, and I could finally calm down.

When I woke up in the morning, my mother found out. I wet my clothes and changed them. I saw that the sparkling eyes yesterday were the new glasses my mother bought, the sharp teeth were the clothes my father had folded, and the bursts of screams were from the opposite side. They were killing pigs! I was shocked. This incident was deeply imprinted in my mind.

I remember one day when I was six years old, my mother went to work the night shift, and I thought to myself: Isn’t this just for sleep? , there is nothing to be afraid of! At night, I lay on the bed alone and turned off the light. The surrounding suddenly became dark, and I was a little scared. After a while, I thought of the ghost again, and I quickly covered myself with the quilt. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I was so frightened that I called my father over and told him what had just happened. My father smiled and said, "Silly boy, close the windows tightly, no ghosts will come in." There are actually no ghosts in the world, so sleep well! ''After listening to my father's words, I told myself; there are no ghosts in the world. If you are afraid of ghosts, ghosts will not be afraid of you; if you are not afraid of ghosts, ghosts will be afraid of you. "Just like that, without knowing it, I slept until dawn. From then on, I was not afraid of sleeping alone.

I still remember the first time I slept alone when I was 8 years old. I still remember it all.

I remember that day when our whole family had dinner, my father said to me: "My You Hao is 8 years old this year. Do you dare to sleep alone today?" I patted my chest and said, "Of course I dare, I'm a little man now!" ”

It’s bedtime.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, and walked into my small room. Looking at the empty room, I began to feel a little regretful for my bold words just now, but I also thought that a man should keep his word, so I walked over and closed the window. The curtains were closed, and I went to bed with confidence when I was sure it was safe. Strangely enough, the upper eyelids and the lower eyelids were fighting constantly just now, but now they are extremely friendly, and all the sleepiness just now went to Jiagua Kingdom. I listened to the whistling wind outside and the flickering shadows of trees outside the window. I felt like the trees were like a man waving his teeth and claws. Suddenly there was a "bang", could there be a thief? I quickly tiptoed to the window and looked around. It turned out that the clothes my mother was washing had been blown down by the wind. Oh, what a false alarm! At this time, scenes of horrific scenes from TV and movies that I had seen before appeared in my mind. I'm so scared! I really wanted to go to my parents’ room and sleep, but then I thought about how much I had boasted just now. Why don’t I go there now because I am afraid of being laughed at by my father? I had to give up the idea. I timidly got my head into the bed, not daring to move. After a while, I fell asleep...

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the small alarm clock. Come over.

Only then did I remember that I had a beautiful dream last night! It turns out that sleeping alone is not a terrible thing! 7. What posture should I use to compose?

When writing words in the water, as long as we look at each other in the same lonely posture, we can read each other.

——Inscription

When I was a child, I liked to go for a walk on an old railway in the suburbs. I was alone. At the end of the season.

There were patches of ruined flowers on the beach. The embers on the ground covered up the rusty Orbital, occasionally the breeze blows by, and the vicissitudes of life are still clearly visible after the fallen flowers are raised. It is like the tragic plot in the dark scene in the memory, deliberately concealed, but finally exposed in the context of hard questioning, and the wounds of downfall become more apparent. Bleak. Worthless. This is an abrupt but appropriate metaphor.

There are often lovers walking on the railway track, with their fingers clasped together, swaying on the narrow scrap iron, and there are homeless people in front of them. On the road, they are elves walking in the same time, or running separately, or there is no end.

I have also noticed such a person, always wearing a white dress, with long black hair blocking his back The bow. The combination of black and white makes her seem destined to be gloomy, decadent, and a word called loneliness. She likes to sit at the corner of the railway track with her arms and legs crouched, her head buried between her knees, and then she stares at the lying The broken flower who died the most on the stone road didn't care about anything and kept maintaining this posture. Time naturally stopped at this moment. Unchanged.

Someone pointed at her and said without hesitation: "That's a lunatic." ."

I was still young at that time, and I didn’t understand loneliness, the frozen posture, and the desolation of not being able to find a smile when I was helpless. So, I just looked at her in the wasteland. Curling up, not touching her, not helping her, letting her fend for herself in her own realm. Because it is unfamiliar.

Sometimes I wonder if a similarly abandoned train is coming quickly, will she be there? She will destroy this decadent posture, and then run as hard as she can for a destination called life. She also escapes loneliness. Everything is fine.

This is just an imagination. She chose a vicissitudes of railway, the more The older it becomes, the longer it appears, withered and rusty, like waste paper, which cannot be delayed for a day. No train will pass by here, and she is alone in a desolate land where no one cares about her, with no way to move, and endless loneliness.

After I became nervous about studying, I no longer went to that quiet place, and I never saw the stranger who people thought was crazy. I only remember that there was a mysterious woman squatting on a railway track covered with fallen flowers. I had never seen that before. Her eyes, even her vision.

Later, everything was forgotten, leaving no residue, but she often encountered people in a familiar posture, with their hands on their legs, their heads buried in their knees, or in the In the corner, or under the tree, or on the steps next to the playground, they have the same heart, they are lonely until death.

I began to understand that there is a different heart hidden in every posture. It is thought-provoking .

Postscript: Tonight’s night is so dark that I put a pot of wine in my dream and talked all night long. Under the weak light on the balcony, I wrote these words in the same posture. 8. With An essay on the topic of "posture"

A grass, a candle, an epiphyllum, and a diamond are four seemingly unrelated things, but they connect together something called life. They perform different aspects of life.

Life is like a green grass. It is as persevering as grass. Even if it is stepped on by others, it will still grow tenaciously. It just wants to welcome the sunshine and rain of tomorrow and feel the beauty of life. Life is as unknown as grass. I would rather be an unknown grass than compete for fame and wealth in the world. "Wildfire never burns out, but spring breeze blows and grows again." The attitude of life is tenacious and ordinary.

Life is a burning candle. The candle burns oneself, illuminates others, and warms others. Although sometimes misunderstood, it still devotes its light and heat to others without reservation. It asks for nothing else but the happiness of others.

Everyone is a candle. When everyone gets together, there will be the brilliant flame of life everywhere in the world. "The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will dry up when they turn to ashes." The gesture of life is dedication and selflessness.

Life is like a blooming epiphyllum. It is only a beautiful flower for a short period of time and cannot bloom forever. It will wither and wither, and its most beautiful opening only lasts for a moment. Why not seize it and let your life have this beautiful moment? Because only this moment is the goal of life, and life will not pass away regretfully and mediocrely. Life is fleeting, but the posture of life is beautiful and eternal.

Life is like a brilliant diamond. An ordinary stone can only emit dazzling light after years of evolution and polishing by craftsmen. Isn't that what life is like? From birth, everyone is like an ordinary stone. If you want to turn yourself into a dazzling diamond, you must go through years of precipitation, polishing by illness and hardship, and your life will become sharp and sharp. Only clear diamonds will shine with the brilliance of life. Life is as brilliant as a diamond. The attitude of life is to endure hardships, to be strong in taste, to be independent and persistent, and to be dazzling and precious.

The attitude of life is as tenacious and ordinary as grass, as selfless dedication as candles, as short-lived and beautiful as epiphyllum, and as bright and precious as bricks and stones.

Grass, candles, epiphyllum, diamonds, different things interpret different postures of life...

Comment: The author uses four simple objects to interpret the differences in life itself Value and meaning not only closely follow the topic content, but also coincide with the different manifestations of life. They have the same goal as the attitude of life. At the same time, they show high expressive ability in language and structure.