Which posture is good for sleeping and writing?

1. What kind of sleeping position is good for people? I write 350 words every night, and I always report to Duke Zhou at bedtime 1. I fell asleep less than 3 minutes after going to bed. All kinds of sleeping methods are very interesting.

I can play China Kung Fu best when I sleep. Every time in the dead of night, I often use the power of an earthquake of magnitude 8 to shake the quilt to the ground. Sometimes I beat myself black and blue. When I got up the next day, my mother asked me, "Who threw your quilt on the floor?" What happened to your face? "I said." I don't know. "

Not only do you wave casually when you sleep, but you often roll around. 1 time, when my mother woke me up, she looked for me in four places for a long time and finally found me under the bed.

I still talk in my sleep, and I don't know anything when I wake up the next day. I will tell the story of 1 day truthfully. My parents don't have to ask me what I 1 day did. Just listen to me talk in my sleep and I will know everything.

I always punch and kick when I sleep. 1 Nobody dares to sleep with me. My family gave me many nicknames. My father calls me "Bruce Lee", my sister calls me "Huang Feihong" and my mother calls me "boxing champion".

I wish I could get rid of these bad habits when I sleep. However, there is little hope, because I can't seem to control myself when I sleep.

2. Write a composition. Is it better to sleep or stand? Actually, I've been trying to write something recently, but when I put my hand on the keyboard, I found that there really wasn't much ink in my stomach. People who may know me will say, didn't you talk a lot before? Yes, that's what my buddies and friends usually say. You can only aim at your brother. Facing this complicated society, I found that I do have many shortcomings. Even in the eyes of my brother, I am a poor boy with nothing.

Now that we're here, let's talk about him! One of the few brothers in my world (don't get me wrong, I am really an only child). Brother refers to the next of kin. I raised my hand and counted it, and found too many. It's enough to make my hands. There are only five "seven aunts and eight aunts".

I am now working as a policeman and a small network editor under this big brother. Although I don't earn much money, coming to him may be an important turning point in my life. In fact, these days, he only emphasized the following points to me: first, reading; Second, use your head; Third, talk. To tell the truth, I really didn't find reading interesting at first, because I wanted to "crash". I always want to reach the sky in one step, but I ignore that I don't have the ladder ability to reach the sky.

After these days, I came into contact with some books. First of all, great changes have taken place in ideas and concepts. What changed my immature mind? When reading a book, there will always be a wonderful sentence or paragraph that touches my inner heartstrings. Let me have a feeling of getting rid of some kind of bondage, which should be that my mind is immature!

I saw a very good text today, and it is precisely because of this text that this article was produced. "Stand up or fall to the ground, which feels better? You weren't born to roll on the ground. You have to get up again and again until you fully release your potential. " I think everyone knows which is more comfortable, rolling on the ground or standing up. I forgot to tell you that the above words are from the book "Infinite Life". The author of this book is a "freak" born without hands and feet. He can stand up, he can travel around the world, he can surf on Hawaiian beaches, he can own his own company, and we are no worse than him! Why can't we? Behind every strong person, there will be sadness and frustration. Without success, I can only say that you and I have experienced too little frustration and pain.

At this time, I found that books are a good thing, and now books don't give me the feeling of being as old-fashioned as school textbooks. A good book has a soul. It can purify your mind and change your mind. Let you live a happy life, although it didn't give me the extraordinary excitement when my dream westward journey was upgraded and soared, nor did it give me the blood when my dance troupe jumped up. But don't have a taste.

Also, I have been a little uncomfortable in recent days, which makes me understand another problem. What you can get in this world without hard work is not only age, but also illness. A cold is really uncomfortable. It's getting late. It's time for everyone to go to bed. Good Night!

3. My brother's sleeping position composition 450 Speaking of the "boss" in my family, everyone knows that he can "make waves", "thunder and lightning" is his strong point, and "sunny to cloudy" is his strong point. Who is he? Guess. You can't guess. He is my brother.

I really hate that I can't "walk Wan Li Road". Why? To relieve myself, of course. It's strange that I didn't see a W on my way to school. C. I had to run home. As soon as I got home, I dropped my heavy schoolbag and ran to W, to C, and just came to the toilet door in three steps and two steps. Unexpectedly, I found my brother, a "ghost", standing at the door with a picture. "I opened this road and planted this tree. If you want to cross this road, stay and buy money. " Posture. He smiled, but it chilled me and made me feel that it was a sinister and terrible smile.

"Brother, pay the money." He still smiled and said slowly. "What?" I put my hands over my ears, wondering if I heard wrong. How to pay for going to your own toilet? "Get out of my way." I can't help flying into a rage. "No, who told you not to pay?" The younger brother seems to be ignoring it. God, I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks, and I'm about to "flash floods and waterfalls". I don't know where I got the strength to push my brother away and rush into the toilet. A word "wow"-cool!

4. Dad's wonderful sleeping position composition My family of three has various sleeping positions, each with its own advantages. What is dad's sleeping position? Today I will observe my father's wonderful sleeping position.

Look! Dad lying in bed is like lying on a soft beach, completely relaxing his hands and feet, forgetting his troubles, and more like enjoying the charm of returning. That snoring wandered around like a spaceship. Turning around, my father's body "ups and downs", more like the Great Wall of Beijing and Wan Li. As the saying goes, "you are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall". I became a "hero" and visited the Great Wall of Wan Li. At this time, my father raised his arm and put it down again. I thought the 10 1 flight from Shanghai to Hainan landed in meilan airport, Haikou. Dad put his hand on his forehead. Isn't this "undercover" snooping? After a while, my father's sleeping position became Yang Guifei with fine features, a magnificent castle, a long-lived turtle and Guanyin towering on the sea. ...

Dad's sleeping position is really ever-changing, which makes people laugh and shock. I want to open my eyes and see what my father can do in his sleeping position. I'm waiting to feast my eyes!

Is father's sleeping position attractive?

5. Funny "Sleeping Position" composition Hello everyone! What do you sleep like? Lie on your back, lie on your side, lie on your back, lift your legs ... This afternoon, Xia Yue and I discussed the "elegant" posture of sleeping together.

Xia Yue said cheerfully, "Ah! My sleeping position is savage and funny. Shall I tell you? " I nodded and looked at her with interest. Xia Yue vividly said, "On a beautiful summer night, mosquitoes destroyed this beautiful night scene. They fly around sucking human blood. I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly felt itchy, so I danced wildly for a while and fell into a sweet dream again.

The next morning, I woke up to find that my lovely doll and beautiful clothes were gone. I looked everywhere, but I still couldn't find it. When my "Jin Doudou" was about to fall, my father suddenly found the doll's clothes stuck under my PP ... Xia Yue ended her speech and proudly expressed her feelings: "Alas, I really didn't understand at that time. It was my turn to speak, and Xia Yue joked, "Don't copy me, I'm all ears!" I ignored her, cleared my throat and quickly said, "It was also a summer night, and I was in a sweet dream country. It's a pity that I slept soundly than you.

Next morning, I woke up, huh? Why was the bed moved? Did mom and dad move the bed? When I got up with a yawn, I found myself sleeping on the edge of the bed. "I burst out laughing, looking at Xia Yue, looked at me coldly, without a smile on his face.

I looked at her with a flattering smile and asked, "Isn't it funny?" She replied coldly, "No!" "..." "Funny! Ha ha ha ha ha ... I tried to hold back my laughter, but I couldn't help it, ha ha ha ha ... "We both laughed, completely ignoring the" lady "demeanor. Xia Yue and I slept in such an interesting position. Behave yourself, or you will make a big joke like us! ! .

6. "Sleeping" composition Primary school composition Childhood is like a colorful rainbow. I met many interesting things, one of which impressed me the most, that is, sleeping alone for the first time.

When I was five 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 think: can't you sleep well with your parents? Why do you sleep alone? I didn't bother them.

I closed the door and lay on the bed covered with a quilt. I can't sleep. Suddenly, two red eyes and a pair of sharp teeth appeared on the wall of the room. I was shocked. My eyes were staring straight, my teeth were shaking, and my hands were holding the quilt. I was getting out of bed and running to my parents' room when I heard a ghost shouting. I quickly ran back to bed, hiding in the quilt, afraid to come out, and my body kept shaking. I thought: will it come and hug me and take me back to the place where the bad boy is with sharp teeth? I won't quarrel with my parents in the future. I want to be a good father. Ghosts are crying louder and louder, as if more and more ghosts are coming. My sweat ran down my hair, my pants were wet with urine, my pillow was wet with sweat, my body was numb with trembling, and the whole person seemed to lose consciousness. The crying stopped slowly, my eyes were not so red, the ghost had gone, and I could finally calm down. This slowly entered the world of dreams.

When I got up in the morning, my mother found my clothes wet and changed them for me. I saw yesterday's sparkling eyes were my mother's new glasses, and those sharp teeth were my father's folded clothes. Crying is that people across the street are killing pigs! I was shocked. This matter is deeply imprinted on my mind.

I remember one day when I was six years old, my mother worked the night shift. I thought to myself: it's just sleeping, what's there to be afraid of! At night, I lay alone in bed and turned off the light. It became dark all around, and I was a little scared. After a while, I remembered ghosts again. I quickly covered my head with a quilt. The more I think about it, the more I get scared. I was so scared that I called my father and told him what had just happened. Dad smiled and said, "Silly boy, the window is closed, and no ghosts will come in." In fact, there are no ghosts in the world. Sleep well! After listening to my father, I told myself; There are no ghosts in the world. You are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are not afraid of you. If you are not afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of you. "In this way, unconsciously, I slept until dawn. I'm not afraid to sleep alone after that.

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

I remember that my family had a good dinner that day, and my father said to me, "My family 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 am a little man now! " "

It's time for bed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went into my little room. Looking at the empty room, I began to feel some regret for my brave words just now, but it occurred to me that a man should keep his word, so I went over, closed the window and closed the curtains. I went to bed safely. Strange to say, the upper eyelid and the lower eyelid just kept fighting, but now they have become extremely friendly, and the drowsiness just now has gone to the claws. I listened to the whistling wind outside and the flickering shadows outside the window, feeling that the tree was bared its teeth alone. Suddenly "crash", will there be a thief? I crept to the window and looked around. It turned out that the clothes washed by my mother were blown down by the wind. Hey, what a false alarm! At this time, horror scenes in TV and movies have emerged in my mind. I'm so scared! I really want to go to my parents' room to sleep, but then I thought, I just praised it. Now I want to go there, aren't I afraid of being laughed at by my father? I have to give up the idea. I timidly put my head into bed and didn't dare to move. Soon I fell asleep in a daze. ...

The next morning, I was awakened by a small alarm clock. I just remembered that I had a beautiful dream last night! It turns out that sleeping alone is not a terrible thing!

7. What posture is used to write the words in the water? We can read each other as long as we look at each other in the same lonely posture.

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

There are pieces of broken flowers under the beach. The embers on the ground are covered with rusty rails, and occasionally a breeze blows. After the fallen flowers are raised, the vicissitudes inside are still clearly visible. Just like the tragic plot in the dark field in my memory, I was deliberately blinded, but finally generate shone in the context of hard questioning, and the poor wound became dull and worthless. This is an abrupt and appropriate metaphor.

There are often lovers walking on the railway tracks, their fingers locked and swaying on the narrow scrap iron. There is a wandering road ahead. They are elves who walk in the same year, or run separately, or have no end.

I have also noticed such a person. She always wears a white dress and her long black hair blocks the bow on her back. The combination of black and white makes her look doomed to be dim and decadent. One word is loneliness. She likes to sit at the corner of the rail with her hands clasped, her head buried between her knees, and then stare at the most deadly flower lying on the stone road, regardless of anything, keeping this posture all the time, and time becomes natural and fixed at this moment.

Someone pointed at her and said, "That's a madman."

At that time, I was still young, I didn't know loneliness, I didn't know the frozen posture, I didn't know the desolation of looking for a smile everywhere when I was helpless. So, I just watched her curl up in a piece of scrap iron, not touching her, not helping her, leaving her to fend for herself in her own field. Because she's weird.

Sometimes I wonder, if an equally old train comes at a high speed, will she destroy this decadent posture and try her best to run to a destination called life, also to escape loneliness. Everything is fine.

This is just an imagination. She chose a vicissitudes of railway. The older you get, the longer you live. It will fade and rust like waste paper, and she can't delay a day. No train will pass through here. She is lonely in a deserted place, with no posture and endless loneliness.

After studying hard, I stopped going to that quiet place and never saw the stranger that the man thought was crazy again. I only remember a mysterious woman sitting on the railroad track, with fallen flowers all over the floor. I have never seen her eyes, even her eyes.

Later, I forgot everything, leaving no residue, but I often met a person with a familiar posture. They support their legs with their hands and bury their knees, either in the corner, under the tree or on the steps next to the playground. Their hearts are connected, and they will die alone.

I began to understand that there was a different heart behind every gesture. Very intriguing.

Postscript: It's dark tonight. I put a pot of wine in my dream and talked all night. In the dim light of the balcony, I wrote these words in the same posture.

8. Composition on the topic of "posture" A grass, a candle, an epiphyllum, a diamond and four seemingly unrelated things string together a thing called life, which explains the different postures of life.

Life is like a piece of green grass. It is as persistent as grass and will grow tenaciously even if it is trampled under its feet. It just wants to meet the sunshine and rain tomorrow and feel the beauty of life. Life is like grass, unknown, and I would rather be an unknown grass than compete for fame and fortune in the world. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze." The attitude of life is tenacious and ordinary.

Life is a burning candle. Candles burn themselves, illuminate others and warm others. Although sometimes misunderstood, it gives its light and heat to others without reservation. It only asks others to be happy. Everyone is a candle. When we get together, there will be a brilliant fire of life everywhere. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." The attitude of life is dedication and selflessness.

Life is like a blooming epiphyllum. It's just a short-lived beautiful flower, and it can't bloom forever. It will wither and wither, and the most beautiful opening will only be in an instant. Why not seize it and let life have this wonderful moment? Because only this moment is the goal of life, so that life will not fade away with regret and mediocrity. Life is like a flash in the pan, but the posture of life is beautiful and eternal.

Life is like a bright diamond. An ordinary stone can shine brilliantly only after years of evolution and polishing by craftsmen. Isn't life like this? Everyone is like an ordinary stone from birth. If you want to turn yourself into a dazzling diamond, you must go through years of precipitation, illness and hard polishing, and your life will become a diamond with sharp edges and corners, and your life will bloom. Life is as brilliant as a diamond, and the attitude towards life is suffering, strong flavor, persistence and brilliance.

The attitude of life is as tenacious and ordinary as grass, as selfless as candle, as brief and beautiful as epiphyllum, as bright and precious as brick.

Grass, candles, epiphyllum, diamonds, different things interpret different attitudes towards life. ...

Comments: The author uses four simple images to explain the different values and meanings of life itself, which are closely related to the theme, coincide with different forms of life, are the same as the posture of life, and show high expressive ability in language and structure.