Write a composition on insomnia.

1. I can't sleep. ..... "The small alarm clock in front of the bed goes very slowly.

I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. Recently, a book called Six Stories of Panic was popular in our class, which was full of scary ghost stories. I can't sleep at night, and I often suffer from insomnia.

At first, I was not interested in these books at all, because I was afraid of ghosts since I was a child, but soon I couldn't stand its magical temptation and read several ghost stories under the "intimidation" of my classmates. After all, it's daytime, so I don't care about it, and I gradually forget them and ignore them.

As time went on, it was getting dark. After a busy day's homework, I dragged my tired body into bed and had a good sleep. The next day I listened carefully and studied hard. But the ghost stories that I almost completely forgot during the day came back from my mind, which always made me feel that there were many monsters lurking around my bedroom, as if they were going to swallow me up while I was asleep.

Just when I was unable to support myself and wanted to "abandon my armor" to the ghost, my parents had to go out to work overtime because of official duties, and my grandparents had to go out because of many things, which really made me "dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis, and I couldn't say how bitter it was." Ah! Doesn't this make me feel worse? Now, I am at home alone. I had a brainwave and wanted to turn on the light to sleep, but unfortunately there was a power outage at home! My heart suddenly fell to the bottom. No wonder they left in such a hurry. It turns out … At this time, the bright moonlight outside the window reflected the shadow of the big tree in front of the door. A breeze blew, the shadow danced and the leaves rustled, just like goblins giggling when they saw my helplessness.

The small alarm clock in front of the bed "ticks" tirelessly, but this harmonious sound can't soothe my fears. Instead, it reminds me of the ghost story that some people were killed by the devil with the needle on the clock. My heart can't help jumping up like a rabbit, and my body can't help shrinking into the bed. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom I suddenly remembered the horror of people being killed by ghosts with furniture, and I was a little scared. What should I do? Suddenly I remembered the old saying: "People are three points afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are seven points afraid of people." So my courage grew, I went out, and then ran back at the speed of 100 meters, and soon fell asleep.

It seems that I can't read ghost stories in the future, which will make people insomnia, suspicious and nervous. Actually, those ghost stories are all disasters.

2. Can't sleep at night. The composition is more than 400 words. I couldn't sleep for no reason last night, and I've been tossing and turning until now-1:30.

So I'm angry. I close my eyes and think about how to get angry with my mother tomorrow morning. How to keep a straight face to your classmates tomorrow; How to hurt people around you one by one tomorrow? How how? ...

I just think like that, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I sat up angrily and gasped to "declare" my anger. I want to go to my mother's bedroom to wake her up, tell her I can't sleep, and then let her hug me. So, I can fall asleep. And the mother who has always felt bright will definitely sleep until dawn. I know I have a great mother, and her selfless maternal love is enough to make all this happen. Then in the morning, she will wake me up gently after breakfast. At the same time, she will say sadly, I know you are sleepy. ...

I didn't wake my mother in the end. I am immersed in this thick darkness, thinking. I think it may be because I drank too much coffee last night, and I was a little annoyed, so I couldn't sleep. This is entirely my own fault, and I can't blame others. How stupid it is to drink strong coffee before going to bed!

Anyway, I am awake, so I might as well get up and read and write. So I turned on the desk lamp and studied hard at night. But mom still woke up. She affectionately blamed me for not being able to support myself at such a speed. I said it doesn't matter. I know it myself.

Mom finally went back to the house in fear and trembling. I think she must be awake now.

A sleepless night, a thoughtful night.

I always thought my mother was still young, I was still a child, and "40" was just a small number ... but when I remembered one thing the other day, I knew I was all wet.

That day, I took my mother's hand in a coquettish way and put her thin hand on my face. Before, I never cared about these hands. I always naively thought that their thinness and mother's figure were very desirable. And that day, for an instant, I denied all my innocence.

I took my mother's hand away from my face, and then I pinched the back of her hand to play … Oh, my God, what did I see? I can't believe that the meat on the back of my mother's hand is slowly, slowly, slowly unfolding again. I don't know how long this slow process lasted, but it seems to me that it has gone through a century or more. And my heart seemed to be pushed into a boiling oil pan and fried, and the pain was unspeakable.

I just looked at those hands, and I really understood in my heart that my mother's hands have begun to age and have lost their vitality. I have ... I looked at my mother's face again and finally understood what wrinkles are. Mother's face is one after another, her eyes are one after another, and the traces on her forehead are called wrinkles.

I gently reached out to touch my mother's face. My mother deliberately hid, and my hand was frozen there and it was difficult to take it back.

Mom is only 40 years old. Why is she so haggard? I thought about it and finally figured it out. Because I am a disobedient child.

One person said that growing up is an instantaneous verb, and only when a person grows up can he really grow up. I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence when I first read it, but I understood it instantly that day. Yes, when a person grows up, he really grows up.

3. How to write the composition "Can't sleep" One afternoon in the second day of junior high school, when I got home, my mother said to me, "Daughter, my mother has a meeting at work tonight, so you should go to bed on time!" I quickly asked, "Is Dad at home at night? I am so scared. " "Dad will be on duty at night and won't come back. You should take good care of yourself. " In the evening, after my mother left, I was bored and turned on the TV. When I changed the channel, I suddenly saw an advertisement for "Midnight Bell", which scared me to think: Is there really a ghost at night? If so, will I be eaten by a ghost? While I was thinking, a bell woke me up-it was already nine o'clock sharp. What my mother said to me before she left rang in my ear: "Daughter, go to bed at nine o'clock." I climbed into bed and tossed and turned, but I couldn't sleep. Suddenly, the door of the living room opened, and I couldn't help thinking: Is it a ghost? What shall we do? What shall we do? At this time, the lights lit up the whole living room-mom came back. I breathed a long sigh of relief, and the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. I closed my eyes at ease. Just entering the beautiful dream country, I was awakened by a long sound of "Zhi". Is it really a ghost? The more I think about it, the more scared I am. I can't help shouting, "Mom! There are ghosts! " When my mother heard the crying, she rushed over and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" I replied in a trembling voice: "Mom, listen, the voice is terrible!" " "Mom paused for a moment, then smiled and said," silly boy, that's not a ghost. It's the washing machine upstairs from Uncle Cheng's house. Go to sleep! As long as there is a mother! "Mom by my side, let me have a sense of security. My mother looked at me with a smile. I looked at my mother peacefully, watching, but unconsciously stepped into a sweet dream.

I couldn't sleep that night, and I wanted to write a composition on the topic. It's so quiet that the soft moonlight shines everywhere. Night, so deep, my father's snoring echoed all night like a moving moonlight song. Looking at my sleeping father's face, my thoughts floated to the sacred night sky. ...

When I was a child, I was always proud of having such a father, because he could tell many beautiful stories and pinch many beautiful animals. Every day after school, I ride on my father's shoulder and shake my head like a triumphant little general. The envious eyes of my classmates made me fall in love with my father deeply.

But with the passage of time and the growth of age, this feeling gradually fades, replaced by vague inferiority and sadness. The idea originated from filling out file forms in middle school. When other students are writing in the column of "father"-factory director, manager and engineer, I can only write "farming" timidly. When I handed in my watch, I held it tightly in my hand for fear that others would see me smile. Ah, father, why don't you be a factory director, manager and engineer? ...

When the weather turned cold, my father said with concern, "It's cold, so put on more clothes." "Oh, I see." I answered casually. Suddenly looked up, my father's old face and concerned eyes came into my eyes. My heart trembled slightly. ...

The night is still so deep and silent; The moon is still so round and bright. I can't forget the figure that stood in the cold wind for a long time.

I only remember that it was so cold that night, and the humid air seemed to be mixed with rain. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was frozen stiff. It was dark outside, and several deciduous old trees were shivering in the cold wind. Oh, the figure standing in the cold wind: like a pine tree, like a cypress tree ... he tried his best to find it in the crowd and let the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trousers. It turned out that my father knew I was afraid of the dark and came to pick me up like a child. ...

Oh, the wind is blowing and the moon is rising. In the moonlight, I can clearly see my father's face: high cheekbones, sunken eyes and wrinkled skin ... Suddenly, I realized what an unfilial daughter I was. Father, over the years, you have obviously become old and thin. Can you forgive your daughter's unfilial behavior?

The moon rose higher, and my father's old face became clearer against the moonlight.

Oh, love is deep in my heart ...

Today, I asked my mother, "Mom, where are you going to take me to travel this summer vacation?" My mother answered mysteriously, "Guess!" "Nanning? Guilin? Beihai? Zhangzhou? " I asked doubtfully. Mom shook her head and said, "Maybe go to Shanghai or Hangzhou!"

Although my mother said it was possible, I was still so excited that I couldn't sleep all night. Because Shanghai and Hangzhou are very beautiful places. Shanghai has the magnificent Oriental Pearl, and Hangzhou has the famous West Lake. The Oriental Pearl is a TV tower. If you stand at the top of the Oriental Pearl, you can see the whole of Shanghai. If you have learned the text "West Lake", you will definitely know more about the West Lake. Since ancient times, there has been a reputation of "heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Hangzhou is like a fairyland on earth, and Hangzhou West Lake is like a big mirror in a fairyland on earth.

My mother asked me to travel in order to broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge. At the same time, I will have fun and learn more knowledge that books can't learn, so as to lay a good foundation for future study.

6. Why can't I sleep? One dark night, I was sleeping, but I couldn't sleep. It was 12, so I couldn't sleep.

Do you know why I can't sleep? Hey, it's a long story I have always been among the best in the exam, but this time.

I thought the exam was good and simple, so I didn't check it carefully. Today, when the teacher announced the first prize, I was very nervous, because I didn't check it, so I thought: Is it me?

Not me. I think there were two or three people anyway, and they also said goodbye to me. It's time to award the "Best Backward Award". I don't think it's me, but the truth is cruel. I won the "Best Backward Award" with honor.

The scenery at night is really charming. On the road, the lights are on, giving off a soft light.

In this dark night, it seems that only it, the moon and stars are full of vitality. Everything seems to be in a dream, so quiet and strange.

Everything seems to be asleep, and nothing happened. The vast night sky, so charming, stars, like pearls scattered on black and blue cloth.

On such a beautiful night, I'm not dreaming a beautiful dream, but I'm tormented by the "Best Backward Award". I was lying in bed with the "Best Backward Award" sign in my hand. I tried to tear it off several times, but my hands shrank back.

I comforted myself: forget it, sleep, sleep. Even so, I am still troubled by the expectations of my teachers and the doubts of my classmates.

What should I do? What should I do? One by one, big greetings poured into my heart. I really want to shout and vent my troubles, but when I look at the time, I hide the worries I am about to vent. Who can understand such a complicated mood? Who can read it? As time went on, I gradually calmed down and fell asleep.

I dreamed that the "Best Backward Award" left me, and I learned my lesson. I did the exam carefully, checked it carefully and got full marks. I'm back to the old me.

After waking up, I followed the instructions in my dream and really succeeded.

Today, I asked my mother, "Mom, where are you going to take me to travel this summer vacation?" My mother answered mysteriously, "Guess!" "Nanning? Guilin? Beihai? Zhangzhou? " I asked doubtfully.

Mom shook her head and said, "Maybe go to Shanghai or Hangzhou!" Although my mother said it was possible, I was still so excited that I couldn't sleep all night. Because Shanghai and Hangzhou are very beautiful places.

Shanghai has the magnificent Oriental Pearl, and Hangzhou has the famous West Lake. The Oriental Pearl is a TV tower. If you stand at the top of the Oriental Pearl, you can see the whole of Shanghai.

If you have learned the text "West Lake", you will definitely know more about the West Lake. Since ancient times, there has been a reputation of "heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Hangzhou is like a fairyland on earth, and Hangzhou West Lake is like a big mirror in a fairyland on earth.

My mother asked me to travel in order to broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge. At the same time, I will have fun and learn more knowledge that books can't learn, so as to lay a good foundation for future study.

8. Write an explanatory article about sleep. Sleep is very important to our health. It can not only relax our bodies, but also restore our spirits after a full sleep and make us full of vitality.

Sleep is especially important for girls. If you get enough sleep, you won't have dark circles and acne. People who sleep well must be "plain and beautiful." If you want to be a beautiful woman, you must sleep regularly. Sometimes in the dead of night, everyone is asleep, and I am the only one tossing and turning in bed.

I will put myself to sleep by counting sheep and stars. Once, no matter how I counted, I just couldn't sleep, and then I had a good idea.

I imagined a story in my memory from a place I haven't seen yet. What will happen after the protagonist? How will many plots develop? I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up the next day, I thought happily, "I found a new way to let myself fall asleep."

But my body seems to want to strike. I feel so tired in bed that I can't get up. I should have slept too late the night before. It seems that I need to catch up on my sleep so that my body and brain can start running smoothly in the back.

I think people who often suffer from insomnia or stay up late may always be depressed, inattentive and often make mistakes. I will try my best to have a normal sleep time, and I hope you don't sleep too late, otherwise you will often dream of Duke Zhou in broad daylight.

9. Why can't I sleep? One dark night, I was sleeping, but I couldn't sleep. It was 12, so I couldn't sleep.

Do you know why I can't sleep? Hey, it's a long story I have always been among the best in the exam, but this time.

I thought the exam was good and simple, so I didn't check it carefully. Today, when the teacher announced the first prize, I was very nervous, because I didn't check it, so I thought: Is it me?

Not me. I think there were two or three people anyway, and they also said goodbye to me. It's time to award the "Best Backward Award". I don't think it's me, but the truth is cruel. I won the "Best Backward Award" with honor.

The scenery at night is really charming. On the road, the lights are on, giving off a soft light.

In this dark night, it seems that only it, the moon and stars are full of vitality. Everything seems to be in a dream, so quiet and strange.

Everything seems to be asleep, and nothing happened. The vast night sky, so charming, stars, like pearls scattered on black and blue cloth.

On such a beautiful night, I'm not dreaming a beautiful dream, but I'm tormented by the "Best Backward Award". I was lying in bed with the "Best Backward Award" sign in my hand. I tried to tear it off several times, but my hands shrank back.

I comforted myself: forget it, sleep, sleep. Even so, I am still troubled by the expectations of my teachers and the doubts of my classmates.

What should I do? What should I do? One by one, big greetings poured into my heart. I really want to shout and vent my troubles, but when I look at the time, I hide the worries I am about to vent. Who can understand such a complicated mood? Who can read it? As time went on, I gradually calmed down and fell asleep.

I dreamed that the "Best Backward Award" left me, and I learned my lesson. I did the exam carefully, checked it carefully and got full marks. I'm back to the old me.

After waking up, I followed the instructions in my dream and really succeeded.

10. I couldn't sleep, so I got up. It's Wuhan time 1: 48!

I suddenly want to write something, because I haven't written anything seriously for a long time, and now I'm so sober, so leave a message!

Freshman is leaving, and it feels very sudden. Although I spent most of my time in college, I learned a lot during this year!

I understand my own shortcomings, although they still exist, but I believe it will be fine, because I have been working hard! I used to be a loser, maybe I am now, but I am still strong. I think my tomorrow will not fail even if it is not successful!

The combination and separation of universities has made me understand what true feelings are and that many things have nothing to do with feelings! Facing feelings is trying to be yourself! It's good to have no feelings in college life. Sometimes one person has one person's happiness, and sometimes two people have two people's happiness! Whether you are a couple or a bachelor, as long as you can find something you like on campus, that's enough! Although there will be quarrels when we are together, we will be lonely when we are not together! In fact, this is nothing, as long as you are calm, everything can be faced calmly! Sometimes I feel sad, the sky is dark, but the night can always help me solve it!

Stepping into the society, I gradually found myself afraid of losing something, and my frivolous ambition was annihilated prematurely.

On the contrary, it is a feeling that no one can say! I studied architecture at school, but I signed up for China Linguistics! Maybe it's just the last bet of my student life. I don't deny that there is something wrong with my major now, but I haven't reached the point of disgust! I can still attend classes seriously every day. But I stayed in the school library for a long time, and I fell in love with words! I don't know if I can pass, but I will insist. Maybe no one will believe it and understand it, because reading has a lot to do with learning Chinese. But I chose, and the previous failures seemed to make people feel that this time it was still a farce. Maybe I won't succeed, I will win back my dignity through my own bet! No matter the outcome is success or failure, I will give myself a confession and give my family and people behind me a good ending!

When I find that I can gradually calm down and do something seriously, I find that I can't handle my relationship with the dormitory well! I seem to know the reason, but I don't seem to want to know it myself. I used to deal with my relationship with people around me by doing other things that were not very good. Now it seems that the diligence of the dormitory is very stiff! Maybe everyone is growing up, and everyone hopes that their consciousness can be fully or well explained in the dormitory. When different consciousness collide, there is no spark, only silent confrontation! Still young, everyone's attitude towards accidents is not mature enough! No one can lose face, maybe once or twice. Too many people will be numb or bored. The dormitory used to be my favorite place to stay, but now I always want to escape. I really don't know what to do if I don't want to face it. This atmosphere is really depressing. Sometimes I am depressed, but no one wants to change. I tried to do something, but I didn't seem to do anything, because I didn't do it well! A year has passed, I don't know how long this atmosphere will last, maybe for a long time, maybe tomorrow the deadlock will be broken, but in the end I will pay some price for it. ...

I don't want to scold the unfairness of the world, because the more you scold, the more unfair the world will be! Because your heart will be cold and chaotic because of your indignation, and your world will be even more desolate! Don't always complain about God. To put it bluntly, God doesn't know who you are! In the face of no * * *, you should learn to be patient and learn how to reverse this unfair situation. You don't need others to say what you have done, maybe others' praise can stimulate your motivation more! But I really know that what I do is what I should do to survive in this world. My efforts may not have obvious returns, but my heart will know what I have really done for my life!

Now I often need quiet, quiet thinking and quiet study. My time will become boring or insufficient because of my own ideas. One year in college has made me understand that there are too many emotional repression in my heart to be released, otherwise college students will have their own names when committing suicide. Feelings are not used to squander or vent, venting may only be suitable for one person, and more people will become a kind of harm! No matter how strong you are, you must learn to release it, just like a balloon. If you resist everything, the balloon will explode with a bang and you will wither like a fallen leaf. I sometimes want to tell my parents, but I can't. Although I know my son better than my mother, I sometimes worry about my family, and sometimes there is a generation gap between myself and my family. Independence, because the nineteenth has passed. I hope my family, my friends and I can live well no matter what happens, because only by living can we do more meaningful things, never give up on ourselves and never abandon all the people around us who care about ourselves.

There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down!