Write an essay on the theme of that beam of light

1. Whoever helps me write an essay on the theme of "lighting" will be rewarded

Lighting

The area where my home is located has never been Lack of lighting. Standing on the balcony, you can see the colorful, ever-changing, high-rise neon lights on the city's most prosperous commercial street and the row of street lights on the overpass like a flock of wild geese. There are even lights of different colors coming from the windows of tall buildings. These lights shine brightly, reflecting the phantom of the city.

So people who live in our area like to stand on the balcony when there is a power outage, as it is very bright there.

But maybe the surroundings are too bright and our building is very dim. There is no corridor light, so walking up and down the stairs at night is very difficult without a flashlight. The only glimmer of light that comes from nowhere will be blocked by his own torso.

My father and I are both careless people and never remember to bring a flashlight when we go out at night. The high and long steps were like a minefield hiding endless dangers. I took every step carefully. I have always been very timid, so I would hold my hands on the wall and take one step after another cautiously, for fear of accidentally twisting my foot or rolling downstairs. Dad said that I have been afraid of death since I was a child.

Dad walked behind me and always took out his lighter at the right time. "Crack" a few times, a cluster of small flames were fired, and the corridor suddenly lit up. When I turned around and smiled at my father, I could see the cluster of small flames jumping and jumping, with an orange-red outer covering. The circle is bright blue, a very warm color. Sometimes the small flames were blown by the breeze and swayed to one side, as if they were about to be blown out, but they did not go out. The flame seemed too small and stumbled to the bottom floor, but it always illuminated the ground beneath my feet. It looked extremely bright in the darkness, and this small piece of light was like giving timely help.

When we walked to the street and fell into the lights of various colors, the flames went out consciously - it was unnecessary, or was it embarrassing?

The streets are filled with colorful lights and shadows: neon lights that change from bright to dark; huge bright beams of light hitting the walls of restaurants. The fish-like flow of people passed by under the neon lights and light beams, reflecting exaggerated and weird colors all over their bodies.

The traffic flow like a rain of arrows flew past under the street lights like wild geese, and then suddenly stopped. The lights at the intersection alternately change into the monotonous three colors of red, yellow and green.

It’s really gorgeous. But in the winter when the sun sets earlier and earlier, these dazzling lights have no body, and the lights are cold light.

I came back facing the light, but as soon as I entered the wall, darkness, the darkness that frightened me, rushed over me. Although I know there is a large area of ??colorful lights not far behind me, but they cannot shine here. We can only see them from the balcony. Those lights are snobbish.

So every winter evening, my father would wait for me to come back downstairs. I told him I would arrive around a quarter past six, but I always felt like he had been standing there for a long time. He was smoking, and the green smoke he exhaled slowly rose up under the old-fashioned yellow street lamp, and changed into wonderful shapes, lingering around his head. When he saw me from a distance, he turned to The cigarette butt was thrown to the ground and stamped out. The blue-gray smoke is still lingering, and I don't know how long it will last, but it is leaning towards the yellow street light.

Dad still forgot to bring a flashlight, maybe he didn’t bother to bring it because he had a lighter. At this moment, he took out the lighter again, and used his thumb to rotate the small wheel on the lighter. Then it suddenly lit up with a "click" sound, and the flame jumped out of the small hole, shaking slightly, and very Trying hard not to burn out. Orange red and surrounded by a circle of blue flames illuminated the steps under my father's feet and reflected on our faces. My father put his arms around my shoulders, making me feel grounded and warm.

"This is the benefit of smoking," Dad said with a smile.

This is just a joke, but I can't deny that I am used to the sound of "chacha" in the dark, and a small cluster of lovely, warm firelight illuminating me.

One time I have a good memory and went out at night with a flashlight. The strange round light beam and awkward brightness made me very uncomfortable. I would rather go up and down the stairs with my father in the light of a small fire, and have a sense of dependence on each other, which no amount of gorgeous lights can compare to.

I once secretly thought that the first money I earned in my life would be to buy the best cigarettes and the best lighter for my father.

At that time, the firelight from the lighter became the brightest and most beautiful light. 2. Write a 600-word essay on the theme of what kind of gaze

Mother’s gaze

Mother’s gaze paved a road, making me stagger to start; mother’s gaze condensed into a The beam of light allowed me to move forward; my mother's gaze formed a rope, allowing me to climb straight to the top.

That kind, encouraging, stern, and loving gaze contains only one simple word: love!

Mother’s eyes are full of encouragement.

In the spring when I was 11 years old, as a person who had not yet grown up and had never experienced setbacks, I tasted failure for the first time. I failed the Level 9 electronic keyboard exam. For a person who has had everything going smoothly until now, I was shocked that time, tears couldn't help but flow down, and the hard work every night did not turn into the nectar of success. I wanted to give up and stay away from the electronic keyboard that hurt me. I felt very lost for several days. At this time, a pair of loving eyes released a ray of encouragement, belonging to the mother. That gaze like clear lake water, like the soft spring breeze, like the warm setting sun, cleanses my heart and calls out the light in my heart, just like the warm sunshine outside the window, the wordless words , made me suddenly enlightened. It was my mother's encouraging eyes that gave me the courage to overcome the difficulties. I succeeded. I am grateful for my mother’s encouraging glances.

The mother's eyes are full of sternness.

When I was 11 years old, on a brisk autumn night, I forgot to go to my classmate’s appointment because of my playfulness. When my mother found out, she was furious. His eyes were so sharp that I couldn't help but shudder. Although my mother didn't say anything, her stern eyes were clearly roaring at me. Those eyes were like knives piercing my heart, making me afraid to look directly. My mother said coldly and sternly: "Go and apologize to your classmates immediately." Then she left my room. The look that didn't allow me to choose made me run quickly to my classmate's house, because my mother's stern eyes were watching me. In my mother's stern eyes, I learned integrity. I thanked my mother for her stern look.

The mother's eyes are full of love.

A few months later, one winter night, the biting cold wind was roaring, and I suddenly developed a high fever. I was lying on the white hospital bed in agony, without any energy, as if I had been frozen by a snowstorm. little eagle. My mother sat kindly in front of my hospital bed, stroking my body. At this time, I found that my mother's deep-set eyes already had dark circles, and were surrounded by wrinkles. They were dull, but her loving eyes were So kind, that look seemed to drive away the disease that was entangled in my body. In my mother's eyes, I read love, pain, and hardship, otherwise the eyes would not be sweet, sour, or spicy. This look gave me the courage to overcome the disease and has been with me since my recovery. I am grateful for my mother's loving eyes.

In these countless eyes and countless loves, I grow up healthily and continue to mature. My age is changing, my height is changing, but what remains the same is my mother’s complex and loving gaze.

Those expectant glances

The most beautiful language in life is not those sweet words, but those shocking glances. ——Inscription

"Go or not!" My mother scolded me with a stick in her hand, telling me to go to school.

"No" Why are you forced to go to school even though I have a fever? Like a stubborn calf, it rushed out of the house.

With the sound of metal collision, slowly, I moved away from home. At this time, I realized that the outside world was so desolate. The wind blew coolly, and the fallen leaves floated from the trees to the ground. I began to hate this world. Everything was not smooth sailing...

As I walked, I suddenly found a hard lump under my feet. I kicked it hard to the wall on the right, which was stuck to the wall. A poster of Project Hope, with a girl on the poster, her eyes wide open, a look of expectation.

Thousands of words are condensed in these big eyes, a pair of bright and clear eyes, as if telling me: "I am eager to study, I am eager to learn, I am eager to have a better life. But you are different , you have everything I desire, you should cherish it..."

At that moment, I understood: I am so happy, I can read, I can learn, I have a wonderful life, I We must love reading, love learning, love a beautiful life, and even more, love every bit of life.

Thinking of this, I thought of my mother at home: Mom, you must be very sad! So, I quickened my pace and ran back home.

I gently opened the door and looked around, but I couldn't see anyone. I put on my schoolbag and left a small note for my mother:

"Mom, I went to school."

Now, I slowly discovered that I have grown Now that I'm older, I won't be angry about small things anymore. I remember that I have to thank the girl on the poster for giving me that expectant look. 3. Write an essay on the theme of "Here"

School is the cradle of our growth. Here, we are young people chasing dreams; here, we have gained sincere friendship; here, we understand the preciousness of time.

School is the cradle of our growth. There are green grassy playgrounds, classrooms with bright and clean windows, innocent classmates, and amiable teachers. We bathed in the coolness of the morning and started our morning run. We lined up neatly and ran on the playground with vigorous steps. The movements and sounds of the swishing together were quite a bit like a soldier. In class, the teacher spoke with rapt attention. We listened attentively and read with emotion. The sound of reading echoed over the campus. One month, two months... one year, two years... We changed from ignorant children to sensible teenagers, from innocent children to mature young students.

Everyone has his own dream. Dreams are wings, taking us to fly; dreams are sails, taking us on a long voyage. Here, you will see a literary evening every year. When I saw the singers singing loudly and the actors dancing gracefully, I was amazed by their talents. At that time, I thought that I would be like them in the future, go on my own stage, sing the most beautiful songs, and perform beautiful dances. The dream I had been dreaming of, here I found it.

Here, I gained true friendship. "Friends are hard to find, but the more friends you have, the easier it is to travel..." When this melodious song echoed in my ears, I couldn't help but think of those friends. I still remember that time I accidentally sprained my foot. My classmates quickly helped me up. Some went to tell the teacher, and some immediately sent me to the hospital. When we arrived at the hospital, they were all very anxious and rushed to find a doctor for me to prescribe medicine for me. The doctor gave me an infusion, and they brought me water and medicine. They kept asking me if it hurt and was I feeling better? It moved me to tears. My good friends, thank you. It is your friendship that gives me support and strength. With you by my side, I won't feel lonely and desolate.

Here, I understand the preciousness of time and learn to cherish it. Time is like fine sand held in the hand, slipping away unknowingly, coming and going without a trace. "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time." Two years is so short, and it has passed without me noticing. Lu Xun once said, "Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze it, there will always be some." I will cherish time, study hard, and enrich myself.

Here, we let our dreams fly; here, we gain true friendship; here, we continue to grow; here, our lives are like a colorful picture scroll. 4. Write an essay with the title "that"

That was a brave attempt

Childhood is like a blue sky with white clouds floating in the sky. Among them, there is a large and eye-catching white cloud with the word "brave" written on it, which reminds me of that brave attempt.

That was an interesting story about our visit to the "Baicao Garden" in Anji, Zhejiang. On this day, we came to a place called "Crocodile Bridge". When I heard this, I was very curious, so I took my mother to the bridge. As soon as I got on the bridge, my heart was shocked and I couldn't help but look down, ah! It was a lake, and I immediately understood that I was on a suspension bridge. I couldn't help but be terrified, clutching my mother's clothes with my hands, and my feet were shaking slightly. "It's okay, don't be afraid!" My mother showed a kind smile, and two small dimples like flowers bloomed on her face. My mother's warm smile gave me great courage, and I bravely moved forward. Suddenly, the bridge that had been stable just now began to sway from side to side as if it had been enchanted. I grabbed my mother with my left hand and the handrail with my right hand, and my body swayed from side to side with the suspension bridge. I thought to myself: We are dead, we may fall into the river this time. If the bridge collapses, we will be eaten by crocodiles. At this time, fear and annoyance rushed into my heart. I felt that the blood in my body was flowing backwards, the cells were spreading, and the nerves were tense... I panicked and regretted going to this ghost bridge. The blood in my chest I froze at this moment, and something broke into my heart. My tears burst out like a galloping wild horse, "Ah!" I cried and shouted, without caring about the opinions of others.

While I was desperately grabbing the handrail, I lowered my head and looked down. I saw a crocodile swimming happily under the bridge, opening its bloody mouth. I suddenly thought: This crocodile Will we attack the bridge deck? Then, we all fall into the river and be eaten by crocodiles... Thinking, thinking, I closed my eyes. Suddenly, Defoe's famous saying appeared in my mind: "The fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrible than the danger itself." Yes, as long as you get rid of the fear, you can get over it. I took a deep breath, tried to open my eyes, let go of my mother's hand, and held the handrail of the bridge. At this time, Father Sun seemed to be stroking me with his warm hands, and the birds seemed to be cheering me on. As the bridge swayed, I stepped forward with my left foot first, followed closely by my right foot, trying to keep my balance, and I finished the walk. All the way, we reached the other side of the bridge. I looked up to the sky happily, and the flawless white clouds made me feel relaxed and happy. My heart was sweeter than honey...

That brave attempt made me understand a truth: get rid of fear A dangerous mentality can lead to success 5. Write an essay with the theme of "Yimi Flower"

On the Gobi Desert in Africa, there is a small flower called Yimi. The flower has four petals, each petal has its own color: Red, white, yellow, blue.

Its uniqueness doesn’t end there. There, plants with huge root systems can grow well, but there is only one root, which winds and penetrates deep into the ground.

Usually, it takes five years to complete the work of intersecting roots, and then accumulates nutrients bit by bit. In the spring of the sixth year, it blooms green on the ground and blooms. Small four-color flowers. What makes people particularly sad is that this little Yimi flower, which is extremely difficult to grow, has a short flowering period. In just two days, it dies along with the mother plant.

The growth of Yimi flower is surprisingly similar to the life course of cicada. They are just a very weak member of the thousands of families in nature, but with their unique way of life, they tell the world: life once, beauty once.

Once is enough! A youth, a success, a courage to move forward, a vigorous life, a life without regrets... It's just one time, but it requires long-term perseverance and hard work, and it may even consume a person's life. A lifetime of energy! The road of life is much longer than Yimihua's life, but in this long and difficult journey, we may not necessarily do better than Yimihua. Author: Xin Ruozhilan Source: Mud embryo article writing Original address: /article/2173. 6. Write an 800-word essay based on the theme of my family’s sunny life. Please finish it before 7:20. , we ushered in a new year.

As the New Year approaches, our family is bustling with excitement and everyone is busy preparing for the New Year. Look! Mom, aunts, and grandmas are preparing delicious dishes that make people greedy; look! Dad, uncles are running around - setting tables and placing chairs is their job; look! The cute children are running around, playing and having fun together.

At this time, everyone let go of the heavy work. The joy of the New Year took away all the troubles and unhappiness in everyone’s hearts. We all had knowing smiles on our cheerful cheeks, smiling naturally. Smile comfortably. Having the reunion dinner in the evening is the most lively time of the Chinese New Year! We all gathered together and enjoyed the rare feeling of togetherness.

At this moment, everyone is enjoying the rich, delicious and most delicious meals on the table while telling the joys, sorrows and joys of their life in the past year. Sometimes bursts of good-natured laughter floated from the table, and sometimes I heard "accusations" of love and care. It was really lively. Everyone was summarizing the past year and laughing while talking about their new wishes for the new year.

What a new year and new atmosphere! My favorite thing is to set off fireworks after dinner. Each cluster of flames bursts out of the fireworks tube with our new wishes and blessings for the New Year, stretching to the sky as vast as our hearts, blooming beautiful fireworks in the sky.

Although it disappeared in an instant, the impression left on me is eternal. The colorful fireworks and wine bring to our colorful moods, including red ***, blue reverie, purple romance... I couldn't help but be immersed in the happiness he brought us for a long time. A beautiful day is always short-lived. The New Year begins with the sound of firecrackers and slowly ends with fireworks. What is left to us is as beautiful and eternal memory as the fireworks.

I looked up at the sky, feeling the breeze, and silently wished everyone in my heart: all of us can be happy and healthy in the new year, and I hope my family will be happy and healthy in the new year. The happiness and joy of the New Year can accompany us through every beautiful day. 7. Write an essay with the theme of "Keeping the Beauty"

Hello, I don’t know how many words you want for the essay. Here is a sample essay: I hope it will be helpful to you.

The four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter have their own characteristics. But my favorite is winter because it gives me so many wonderful memories.

I remember one time, it was snowing heavily, and the white snowflakes fell gently and slowly from the sky, as if to show off how good and moving my dance was. After a long time, the snow finally stopped.

At this time, I looked up and saw that the outside was filled with thick white snow. At this time, I ran out immediately, eager to share all the wonderful things with my friends! After a while, my friends all ran out of the house quickly. At this time, we were discussing what we should play. As soon as I said a snowball fight, they immediately said: Okay, let’s play snowball fight. We were fighting, so we immediately looked for our own position. When I saw that there was a lot of snow behind a corner and it was very hidden, I immediately ran there and quickly started making snowballs. After a while, I made twenty There were many, but when I saw that they hadn't finished yet, I wanted to give them a big sneak attack. I was about to attack them, but I didn't expect that they had noticed it. They immediately picked up the snowball and threw it at me. As soon as I squatted down, I dodged two snowballs while lying down, but there was another snowball flying towards me. I hurriedly picked up a snowball and threw it at them. Unexpectedly, The two snowballs collided together, and I escaped like this. Then I immediately picked up the snowballs and threw them at them. Unexpectedly, three snowballs hit their faces, and I burst into laughter. This is when they picked up the snowballs, and one by one they picked up the snowballs and brought them towards me. In an instant, more than ten snowballs were flying towards me. In the end, I couldn't avoid their attack on me. I was covered in snow by them, but they laughed and came and went. Although I was covered in snow by them, I saw them laughing so happily, and I also Couldn't help but laugh.

Every day when I recall all these wonderful things, I will feel a kind of happiness spreading, so it will stay in my memory forever like a wonderful note. 8. Write an essay on the theme of the wonderful things outside the window

The world outside the window

Flap your delicate wings, bathe in the sunshine of the past, shake off the uneasiness of summer, and be covered with golden gaze. On the other side, it is still my hometown that is gentle to the cold wind, filled with a light fragrance. A familiar voice is calling, a gentle language lingers in the dream, and a heavy promise settles in the vast wilderness of the soul.

How many windy and rainy nights have I asked myself that I am so unsatisfied that I didn’t realize that the world outside the window is so wonderful? How many sunny days have I wandered alone on the campus avenue and I didn’t realize that Outside the campus - the charm of the world outside the window; in so many illusory dreams, I felt like a wanderer in a daze, but I didn't even have to trek through the world outside the window.

Later, I discovered that in the world outside the window, there was a creature that was quietly flapping its wings. It seemed like an elf standing up after falling in a pool of blood. It also seemed to be pursuing a thousand souls with contemplative feelings. The mysterious and flying melody of the Dunhuang murals years ago, a kind of artistic conception of "Cao Yi comes out of the water, Wu belt catches the wind", immediately took root in my superficial mind. I can't help but be amazed that the world outside the window is so profound and thought-provoking. My consciousness immediately told me: the name of this creature is butterfly. And I sometimes imaginatively assume that I am a butterfly flower, exuding a faint fragrance on the spacious avenue and in the antique garden, like the fragrance of a flower that instantly fills the entire space. I thought: Is this the spiritual world given to me by God? Or is it a farewell to the former butterfly friend? If it is God, then I can’t explain it clearly...

Some people say that a flower is a world; a beautiful flower is a beautiful world. This world is the world outside the window, the world outside the window of the soul. I long to pick up an ordinary and extraordinary pen in the dead of night and express my emotional waves in the square grid; I prefer to use distant thoughts to freeze my fragile heart in poetry, as well as the window outside the window. world.

I gradually feel that the world outside the window is the source of life for my spiritual support. I hope this world will be beautiful and colorful, and that the water of life will flow continuously.

I gradually felt that the world outside the window was like a contemplative paradise where my footprints were lost in the remote Gobi Desert, and then I saw the long scene of "the desert is solitary, the smoke is straight, and the long river is setting the sun."

Ah! The world outside my window, I wish a beautiful dream can be remembered by the world... 9. Write an essay with the title "Treasure of the Soul", 500

Treasure of the Soul "Brother, look at the sun!" " Where is the sun? " "You are my sun." With you here, I am not alone. I remember that you were in the first year of high school and you only came home once a week. Every time you came home, I would always cry and make trouble. You take me to play, and every time you take me to the fields on your bicycle, walking hand in hand on the field paths, sucking in the fragrance of the roadside, butterflies dancing with the breeze, you and I running in the fields, laughing Accompanying butterflies like silver bells, you stopped, gently touched my little head with your hand and said, "Sister, with your brother here, you will never be alone!" I smiled and nodded hard.

This is the oath you gave me. With you here, I am not cold. I remember that you loved the snow the most. Every time it snowed, you would always hold my little hand and play in the snow.

In this completely white world, you are running on the snow. You turn around suddenly and see my neck and small hands exposed to the cold air. You frown and run towards me in a hurry, putting your own You took off the scarf around my neck and wrapped it around my neck, and put warm gloves on my hands. You patted my head. "Why do you forget to bring your scarf and gloves every time you go out? Isn't it cold?" Remember it later!" I nodded with a smile and suddenly felt a warmth on my neck and hands. With you here, I will never feel cold.

With you here, I am not afraid. I remember you always laughed at me for being afraid of the dark. I remember you always said I was timid. I remember you always loved to buy me those luminous things. But that day, that beam of light suddenly It disappeared so suddenly that I had no time to think. You embarked on the road of military career with determination, and it was so difficult for me to want to see you again. Whenever I think of you, I take out the photo and a sense of peace of mind comes to my heart.

Having you here makes me feel at ease. With you in front of me there is a bright future.

With you here, I will go far. 10. Write an essay on the theme of staying

Staying

Residents of two tribes live on both sides of an endless river.

Although they are raised by the same river, the gap between the rich and the poor is clear at a glance. People call the farmers on the left side of the river poor, and the farmers on the right side of the river are naturally rich.

The work of the poor is to farm and plant trees every day. The vast forests and orchards are the only properties left to them by nature. Poor people often say: "It's all the fault of women. If they hadn't begged to keep these trees, we would have been like the rich, already having resin, wood and foreign exchange." The work of the rich It is to cut down a large number of trees every day and earn a large amount of foreign exchange. The rich tribes have escaped poverty and built tall buildings that the poor have never thought of. They often say: "This is the wealth left by nature."

The poor often look at the sky Said: "Poor people are poor people. The sky is all blue and white, without any extra color." Rich people often look at the sky and say: "Did you see that gray cloud in the sky? Gray represents wisdom, it is nature. The grace left to us."

Many years later, many strange diseases occurred in the rich people's place, and the climate gradually became worse. They began to take boats and move to the poor places with a lot of wealth. The women who "caused trouble" kept them out. They will cut down our trees. We don't want wealth. We just want soil, water and clean air. The rich people dismissed it and walked away. As a result, women once again became the "sinners" of the poor.

Not long after, the weather changed drastically, and strong winds blew in with sand and dust. No one expected, no one was prepared. Everything changed overnight. When the poor opened their eyes and prepared for a new day of work, they simply couldn’t recognize that the rich people’s place was opposite: the high-rise buildings collapsed, The land was eroded, and all that was left in the beautiful wilderness were ruins of villages.

The poor man looked at the vast forest, and the men were stunned. how so? The women finally spoke: "Thanks to us for leaving the forest!"