Alice and I write 800 words a day.

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is a collection of 800 words written by Alice and me in one day. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

In recent days, my mother has always looked weak and uneasy in the morning. Is mom sick? Is mom not getting enough sleep? Did she have a nightmare?

In the night sky, I stared at the moon and lost in thought. As usual, the moon is still dressed in gold and hung high in the night sky. Moonlight, like water, falls on my windowsill. In such a beautiful night scene, a fairy came to my room. Ha! It's her, Alice in the fairy tale. Wearing a tuxedo, her eyes sparkled with wisdom. There is a cherry mouth under the high nose. She has a sweet smile on her lips and a tender greeting, which is unforgettable. Hello, little friend. Can we be friends? Sure! Sure! This is for you. Alice handed me a crystal ball. If you have any wish, I will help you realize it. Maybe you will use this. I hesitated for a moment and said, I want to help my mother and hope that she will get better. When Alice heard this, she waved her wand in the air several times and recited a spell in her mouth. Suddenly, a door appeared. She dragged me into the door.

This should be mom's dream! As soon as I set foot on the first step, I smelled the fragrance, chased the flying fragrance and came to a garden. I saw a huge umbrella-shaped osmanthus tree. Heart-shaped osmanthus is in full bloom, shining with golden light. Every osmanthus flower has its own childhood. Some of them learned to walk with their mother's help, some made a snowman with their mother, and some fell and cried. The mother on the side is encouraging: be good, be brave and get up by yourself. However, the crystal ball in their hands changed color, from the original crystal clear. What's going on here? I asked in confusion. Yellow is illusory, and blue is real. Although I didn't understand what Alice was saying, I nodded puzzled. Suddenly, it was dark in front of my eyes, and I could vaguely see a person's back. She has a pen in one hand and a computer keyboard in the other. There was a trace of pain in her tired eyes, which were already bloodshot. Look at the clock on the side. It is already midnight, but it is still ticking. I went forward and took a closer look. It's my mother. Seeing this, my eyes gradually blurred. Looking down at the crystal ball, the color changed again and turned blue. At this time, my mother gets up early every day to make breakfast for me. It seems that you have found the answer. Goodbye. Goodbye, be sure to come again next time! I reluctantly said goodbye to her. Alice floated away with the clouds as before. I also came back to reality.

Motherly love is selfless, it is evenly distributed in every day, every minute, every second and every point of your life. Looking at the night sky, the moon is still so round, so bright, so bright. Moonlight, like water, falls on my windowsill.