Fantasize about writing a composition about Christmas Eve.

1. Christmas Eve Adventure Imagination Composition 350 words Christmas Eve is coming again. It's funny to think of the mess on Christmas Eve last year. I didn't have any homework when I came back from school that day last year. After I put down my schoolbag and went to the teacher's house for dinner, everyone was very happy. I don't know what words to use to describe my mood at that time.

As for me, I was so happy that it took me a long time to wake up. I have an indescribable joy in my heart, jumping and jumping with joy, just like a naive three-year-old child! We all set out, waiting outside the door, and headed for the "outside world". My classmates and I went to the door of a beauty shop and saw a Santa Claus' head, which was so cute, so we were going to take it off the Christmas tree and give it to ourselves. Suddenly, two male students came running and took off Santa's head. I think it's a bit like robbery and theft, but the students on the side come out of nowhere and say, "Christmas Eve?" I listened, thought so, and nodded, but I dared not touch the Christmas tree anyway. How beautiful and ugly it is to take off its clothes! After a while, the students took a lot of things, and the shopkeeper seemed to find something. Fortunately, when we came out, we were smart and agile and "flew" to other places. It is really dangerous! A few minutes later, I saw many Christmas trees, and we "robbed" them in a mess. It's so cool to be "crazy" by us all night on Christmas Eve.

Later, we went to the chapel to join in the fun, where we shouted and made noise, and everyone looked at us and almost got kicked out! It was really a messy Christmas Eve, and we can't blame it all. No one taught us how to spend these foreign festivals. We little rascals can only fool around. I hope we can be gentle with Christmas Eve this year.

2. Imagine writing on Christmas Eve. Whose loneliness hangs over me?

Whose skirt covers my shoulder?

Whose tears are rendering the pale past?

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Waiting for love to protect you.

It's already nine o'clock in a blink of an eye, and the weather is dry and cold. The long-awaited snow has gone. The wind is blowing hard outside, and you can vaguely see the swaying shadows outside the window. When I am alone, on a familiar street, I even fantasize about meeting you suddenly at the corner. Looking up at the blue sky, accompanied by the noise, I began to recall those days when the fragrance was faint, those flashy days that seemed like water passing by.

Who can tell me how far it is forever? How long should life be? At the moment, my heart is spinning romantically in the windy season.

Holding hands, my heart is crying. Who else in this world can make me miss day and night?

The season you gave me is full of lovesickness, hidden promises, fruity love, hopes and dreams. So I can't help thinking about you. Every morning, when the first sunshine comes into view through the bay window, I will think of the smile you gave me. Whenever the night is getting deeper and the stars are shining, I will see your caring eyes for a long time. In this way, I have been thinking about you quietly, from strange to familiar, from spring and summer to autumn and winter. There are ripples in my heart.

Ning, you should know that there is nothing I can do about this love, but I can devote myself to these fine lines and comfort my sadness word by word.

When everything becomes wind, I'm still waiting here!

When the world has changed, I still insist on starting!

Love is a luxury for me.

I have always hoped for such a love. After a long time and a turbulent crowd, we met and fell in love. When life is dying, looking back deeply, pursuing for a lifetime and helping for a lifetime are the truest and deepest love. Although there is no romance, no solemn vows, and no lingering intimacy. But I am still looking forward to it, so I have been stubbornly waiting. I always believe that one day, I can meet such a man and give me the warmth I want. Therefore, I have been looking for it in the vast sea of people. Only this wish can help me hold up the clear sky in my heart.

This is really a beautiful fantasy, a free dream, a lonely daydream, and no one will understand it.

Then I stayed with the sun and the moon and went to Qiu Lai after watching the summer. As the days passed by in torment, I finally understood that the love between spring and eternity was a distant dream.

After all, I believe that love is a luxury for me.

The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting

Look up, look up, how many dreams that day carried. Looking up, I saw how much tenderness I had received from the promise I had made. When the breeze blows, no one knows how to leave sorrow. That piece of yellow, was mercilessly fiddled with. Hiding your face and sighing is just a dream. I have spent one winter after another with a sigh. After all, it became a wordless ending, a wordless beginning, and wordless love.

The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting

Countless paleness, hovering in the air, refused to give up!

Flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water. Everything seems like a lifetime ago.

One is Christmas Eve.

Today is Christmas Eve. I walked through the window. Santa Claus smiled kindly on the glass of every household, and the neon lights on the Christmas tree flashed on people's faces.

Festivals belonging to the west. I don't remember how long it's been. Every time this festival comes, I always look so fragile that I can't find the answer and explain it. The tears in my eyes blurred and the pain in my heart disappeared. Beautiful star, can you feel my heart at this moment? If you are merciful, give all my prayers, all my blessings and all my love to the dearest person, hoping to bring peace, happiness, health and happiness!

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Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall. Who will bloom and who will wither? The vicissitudes of the past have quietly passed away.

At the scene of the injury, there are countless thoughts and loneliness. Who knows this situation?

A cup of tea, a roll of gossip, the past is like smoke. Fingertips, gently brushing long hair. Low eyebrows, indifferent smile. Look up, your eyes are shallow!

I really should be stranded in this relationship, there will be no more sadness and no more hope.

Keep warm and sunny, and learn to be a beautiful woman!

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Write a composition about Christmas Eve. Others had a pleasant Christmas Eve, but our members of the Young Women's Chorus of the Chinese Symphony Orchestra, led by the famous conductor Professor Yang Hongnian, had a profound Christmas Eve.

On the afternoon of 24th, 2004, Beijing was just covered by a heavy snow, and there was a freshness in the cold air. The cold not only didn't stop the festival from approaching, but set off the atmosphere of Christmas. Christmas is coming ... our choir will perform in Zhongshan Concert Hall tonight.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, our little actor came to the backstage of Zhongshan Concert Hall for rehearsal. When I entered the hall and found other members who arrived earlier than me chatting, I "made up" the past ... "Now start rehearsing!" A teacher shouted. When we sing, we begin to practice one song at a time. Our beloved Professor Yang Hongnian walked onto the stage with a crutch and a tired body. He told us to turn up the sound, otherwise the audience sitting in the back row could not hear our singing clearly. As he spoke, he walked to the audience at the back. I think he must have listened to the effect himself. Just as we tried our best to let him "see" our "strength" with our loudest voice, we suddenly heard a bang from the audience. Professor Yang Hongnian fell into the gap between the two rows of chairs, and we could only see a foot and half a crutch in the middle of the chairs on the stage. "Ah," I couldn't help shouting, "Miss Yang fell down." The teacher didn't stop directing, and we didn't stop singing, but our hearts were with Teacher Yang ... A group of adults ran past. After a while, they helped Mr. Yang sit in the audience. He may not want to delay our rehearsal, but he watched us rehearse with great pain. Some little actors couldn't help crying when they saw this scene. We didn't go backstage to rest until we finished singing the last song, waiting for dinner and changing clothes. Teacher Yang has never left the performance hall.

At 7 pm, the performance officially began. We thought about what happened just now and decided to seize this opportunity to let Mr. Yang know that we will live up to his expectations. We sang our blessings to the audience and our love for Teacher Yang with the glow sticks in our hands. At the end of the performance, Mr. Yang was actually pushed out in a wheelchair. After saying a few touching words, he directed the members to sing the last few songs. Nightingale-Song Like echoed in the concert hall.

It's a success! We told this touching scene to our parents, who were moved to tears after listening to it.

A few days later, I heard from other parents that Mr. Yang broke two bones because of this "emergency". I wonder how much perseverance he used to endure this unbearable pain. I sincerely wish him a speedy recovery and hope to see him standing in front of us and directing us to sing more beautiful songs.

Christmas has passed, but I can't forget my dear teacher Yang. Because I am a teacher in Taifan County, where Mr. Yang is a teacher, I have not only gained profound knowledge of vocal music, but also learned the truth of being a man and the spirit of selfless pursuit for my career. I am lucky because I have an unforgettable Christmas Eve.

4. Write a short essay of no less than 800 words on Christmas Eve. The next time I smile, the night is dim and the moonlight is like water. I look up at the twinkling stars in the room. I want to say a word. I really want to say a word to the twinkling stars-next time, next time I will smile ... "After the last smile, the world seems to have left something behind."

How can I suddenly forget a lot of feelings? There are always many sad things. The sky overhead is always gray, but when I cry, I forget why ... "Rainie Yang's Next Smile echoes in my ears, but the teacher's words echo in my mind:" This final exam is very important, which is related to the helicopter next semester. "I vaguely remember that when the teacher said this, the students held their breath.

At that moment, the string in my heart was touched, like a seed of determination sprouting secretly in my heart. So there is no computer time for 2 hours a week and no football time after school.

I locked a martial arts book in the cupboard, but there were several stacks of "golden papers" on the desk ... just then, I heard that

Under the desk lamp, the dancing pen writes down hope! However, fate turned this glimmer of hope into a bubble of disappointment. When the results were announced, Rainie Yang's

"With my suffering, it was dawn, and I bit and bit my mouth. I really want to forget why I am upset and shout at the sky-the next smile-"The song echoed, louder and louder, hitting my heart ... In this way, I listened to it again and again. This song melted my heart and the lump in my chest.

Finally, the sadness of the past gradually dissipated and my heart gradually became clear. In the twilight of dawn, the sunshine outside the window illuminates the earth and wakes me up: darkness will not dominate the world forever, and there must be light behind the darkness.

As a wake-up call, I had an epiphany: success is never that simple, and only the accumulation of setbacks and failures is the strongest ladder to success. There may be a long way to go, but I will keep my original faith.

I finally know that success lies ahead. It never left me. It is always waiting for me to work hard for it, fight for it, and finally reap its fruits. I finally know that although I lost my success this time, I gained two more precious gifts, one is self-confidence and the other is firmness. If success requires 100 failures, I am willing to survive 10 1 times! If success requires 100 drop of sweat, I would like to shed the last drop! If success needs the encouragement of 100, I am willing to keep telling myself-the next smile! The next time you laugh, you will see that no matter where my mouth is sincerely raised, someone will always see me running.

Next time I laugh, I will be proud. It may feel good to give up, but if I don't give up, I will wait for my smile through the storm. Clean up the messy console table, turn up the volume, and say to yourself in the mirror: every time is an opportunity and a challenge, even if you fail again, you can't cry again. Next time, oh, no! Just this time, at this moment, give yourself a smile.

5. Composition on Christmas Eve 1: Every child on Christmas Eve has a pair of wings. When he refuses to fly, his wings will fall off, and the child will become a mortal and live a vulgar life.

On Christmas Eve, angels will come to every child's bed, pray for their happiness and kiss their wings. Yes, every child has wings, which will fall off when he grows up.

However, there is one exception. Ann has no wings. Ann has lost her wings since her father broke her dream.

Ann's dream is to go to the African grassland, go to the Sahara and travel all her life; Ann's father wants to stay here safely, find a safe job and live a quiet life. Ann who lost her dream refused to fly, and Ann's wings fell off.

At the moment when his father tore up the sunset in the Sahara and broke through the dawn of the African grassland, Ann clearly saw the white feathers all over the sky, falling one by one in the heartbreaking pain of wings falling off ... The angel kissed Ann's scar and hid a feather in it, praying that Ann could fly again. On Christmas Eve, an angel who sees a child under the care of his father will comfort an adult who still has wings before the Christmas bell rings.

Don't worry about angels getting tired, because there are very few adults with wings. The angel came to his father's bed.

Poor father is very ill. Now, the angel will take his soul to heaven, so that this still winged soul can be comforted forever.

The father with wings, lying in the hospital bed, reviewed his life. As a traveler, he spent most of his life in adventure.

For his dream (yes, traveling is a dream that can be bought with his life), he left his wife and children and didn't even spend a Christmas with his son; Faced with the ridicule and incomprehension of those who have no wings, he resolutely chose to fly. Although ridicule and incomprehension made him feel pain.

"The breeze blows the wings of flying, and all the pain will vanish. I will feel a step closer to my dream. "

He thought. So, he flew, enduring people's incomprehension and tears of his wife's disappearance.

However, when he knew that his son had the same dream as him, he chose to crush it. He loves his son, so he doesn't want his son to suffer the same pain as him.

"Live in peace, even if you die quietly, at least don't suffer like me." He thought, "But …" His last regret was that he couldn't spend Christmas with his son and give him a gift in person.

The angel put a feather on his father's wing in the gift box, and then took his father to heaven. There is a Christmas card on the gift box, which says, "To Ann.

On Christmas morning, my father's ward opened the gift box, which contained a patched photo of the Sahara desert, and there was a message from my father on the back: "I'm sorry, Ann. Please fly freely.

-Love you and always support your father "Tears fell on the feathers, and Ann's wings grew up slowly. Ann wants to fly, but Ann can fly.

Fly and follow the direction of your dreams. Over the African prairie, Ann is flying, with the wings of an angel and her father, flying ... Chapter II: The origin of Silent Night: Silent Night, shining brightly in the dark, according to the virgin and the baby, how kind and naive, quietly enjoying the heavenly sleep, quietly enjoying the heavenly sleep. This song is popular all over the world. From Tyrol, a small village in the Austrian Alps, on the eve of Christmas in 2008, Yue JosephMohr, a priest in the village, looked at the dilapidated organ in the church and couldn't play a few keyboards. How to welcome the upcoming Christmas party? On his way home from his visit, Pastor Mayer passed by the hillside in the village. When he looked down from the hillside, it was quiet. A few lights dotted the dark night, and the snow was even more silent. The world in front of him made him feel that the night when Jesus was born in Bethlehem was so peaceful and quiet, full of holiness and peace. He ran home and wrote down the poem in his mind, which became the lyrics of Silent Night. The next morning, Pastor Mayer went to his friend FranzGrubr and gave him this poem. When he read this poem, it seemed that he was in the night of Jesus' birth, and he immediately made a song to match the lyrics. The two of them began to practice singing happily and prepared to perform at the Christmas party in the evening. On the night of Christmas Eve, all the men, women and children in the village gathered in the church. Pastor Mayer sang this new song at the party. Although there was no organ accompaniment that night, the simple and wonderful words and soft melody touched all the audience present. Let it spread to this day. Chapter 3: Surprise Christmas Eve. This is definitely the most unforgettable Christmas Eve. It's not as dull as I thought before, but a "surprise".

Before school in the afternoon, there seemed to be hundreds of chattering sparrows in our classroom. The talk is about how to spend Christmas Eve. At this time, the teacher came in and said to us in her usual unhurried tone: "Students, today is a holiday. Since it is a holiday, I will give you some gifts. "

We asked with anticipation, "Teacher, what gift? Give it to me first. " "Don't rob, there are many gifts, everyone has them, and none of them will be less!" Everyone immediately put down their hearts and waited excitedly for the teacher to send gifts.

"The gift is ~ ~ ~ ~" At this time, the music before the award seems to be playing in my ear, and the atmosphere is tense and exciting! "Mm-hmm" The teacher cleared his throat and said, "Chinese has copied 10 text, and the words behind each unit have been counted five times ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" "Hmm? ! "Zhang Kaicheng" O "shape with dozens of mouths. "Don't worry, and the math teacher asked me to bring you three papers, which must be finished tonight.

There is no need to repeat the consequences if you can't finish it. Now we have entered the general review stage, so the gifts are more abundant. I believe you will have a happy and fulfilling Christmas Eve! "Say that finish with a cordial smile, with steady steps drifting away, gradually out of our sight, disappeared at the door of the classroom.

For the next 30 seconds, the whole classroom was so quiet that nothing could be heard except someone sniffling.

6. Write a composition about Christmas Eve, no more than 200 words. I went to bed happily, but I couldn't sleep. It's like taking a stimulant. Tonight, I want to see Santa Claus with my own eyes, how he brings reindeer and drives sleigh.

Another problem is to let children distribute gifts. There are so many children in the world that there should be many gifts. How can he catch them? In the dark, the clock ticked to 1 1: 25, so I called one.

Yawning, energetic, sleepy, suddenly as if he were enchanted. After shaking a few times, I "burst" and fell on the soft pillow, letting the dream spirit take me to play. The whole process doesn't

One second! When I woke up, huh? It's already dawn! Is Santa Claus here? I got up in a hurry in my thin pajamas and ran to my desk to have a look. Wow! A huge chocolate house suddenly appeared in

My eyes: there are dogs, Christmas trees, Santa Claus and a house, all made of chocolate. The candy house I saw in my dream is really in front of me. I can't help drooling when I smell its sweet taste.

water ...

"Ding" voice rang again. This time it was not a song, but a phone call. "Hello, hello!" I picked up the phone: "Dad said he saw you dreaming again. Do you want the gift of' Fried Meat with Bamboo Shoots'? Hurry to write a composition! " It's mom! It seems that I can only say one more word to you. I like Christmas because it is full of mystery and surprise!

7. Help write an article about Christmas Eve of 100 to 200 words. Thank you for Christmas Eve the year before last.

Your big hand holds my little hand,

Sit on the high Ferris wheel with me;

Staring at the falling snowflakes,

Looking forward to the arrival of Santa Claus.

On Christmas Eve this year,

Without you by my side,

I'm the only one wandering the streets alone.

Tears melt in the snow,

Clearly visible ...

Only you pretended not to see it.

Next year on Christmas Eve,

I'm used to not having you around;

Sitting alone on the ferris wheel,

Dreaming of the stars on the horizon.

I see, I see. ...

Time has not stopped,

The leaves are still falling,

The ferris wheel is still spinning.

Christmas Eve is still the same …

The only thing without you ...

If that's not good, this always feels that days pass very quickly, and Christmas will be in the blink of an eye. Peace is the theme of Christmas, send peace, send happiness, merry Christmas, what is merry Christmas? Not the happy sunshine, nor the chirping of birds. This is a happy thought and a happy smile, and this is a warm and loving greeting. Know each other, friends on Christmas Eve, can we get together on Christmas Eve? Really, Christmas Eve is a night of reunion. Let's spend this merry Christmas hand in hand. Recently, because of the coming of Christmas, our classmates bought some beautiful plastic wrapping paper, wrapped apples or oranges inside and tied a bow outside. After such packaging, giving gifts to each other has a deep meaning: apples represent peace and oranges represent all their wishes. Giving gifts to each other in this way can not only express their friendship, but also wish everyone greater success in the new era.