The first time I stayed up late, I wrote 600 words.

Everyone's life begins with countless firsts, because we can't do nothing for the first time. Have you stayed up late for the first time? The following is the "600-word composition for the first time staying up late" compiled by me for your reference only. Welcome to read it.

The first time I stayed up late, I wrote 600 words (1) "You finished playing the erhu. What time can I read in the evening? " "Really? I stayed up late? " "Yes, I'm afraid you can't make it." For these words, I decided to stay up all night.

Finish your homework. It's already half past ten. I began to read Madame Bovary, and the small watch on the table was placed in the most conspicuous position, so we should always grasp the time. It's past eleven. I am not sleepy at all. I was afraid I was going to sleep, so I washed my cold face.

Soon, it will be twelve o'clock It's already June 15. Come on, it's early morning, and we're sure to make it in the morning. I finished reading Madame Bovary, so I went back to the previous Youth Expo. You have to find something to do for yourself, or you will fall asleep soon.

At one o'clock, I began to watch the Muslim funeral for the second time. At two o'clock, I began to lose strength and my eyelids kept fighting. "It really doesn't work. Stay up late next time. " I said to myself, and then I went to bed. It suddenly occurred to me that it was already two o'clock, and it was not far from dawn. So, I skid up.

It's past 3: 40, and I have nothing to do. I feel sleepy again, more violently than at 2 o'clock. I looked out of the window and it was dark. Even at two o'clock, the two lights across the street disappeared. Maybe they are in grade three and are asleep now. There is no light outside the window, and even a star can't be found, let alone the moon. I began to lose confidence. I'm afraid it's still far from dawn. Maybe I can't stand it. If you think of something, you will do it at once. So, I lay in bed with my clothes on, deceiving myself and saying, "Just take a rest and get up in a few minutes."

Unexpectedly, it was already dawn when I got up, and it was already six thirty-eight. I ran to the study and saw my mother writing. "What time did you go to bed yesterday?" I said, "After three o'clock." Mom was surprised: "What? Three o'clock? I thought you could see eleven o'clock at most. Go to sleep quickly. " With my mother's instructions, I certainly went back to my lovely bed. When I woke up again, it was already half past ten.

Therefore, my first plan to stay up late ended in failure. Alas, next time, next time I must stay up late!

Staying up late for the first time is 600 words (2) Staying up late is no stranger to us, and it can be seen everywhere. Adults stay up late to work overtime, and students stay up late to study ... this is nothing unusual and will not leave us with any deep memories. I won't forget it for at least ten years

That night, as usual, I went home after going to bed, and it was raining heavily outside. Arrived at the door, my brother, who had been sleeping for a long time, stood at the door, with tears on his face and red eyes. As soon as he saw me, he began to cry again At this time, I was anxious and ran up and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Why are you still here so late? Was scolded again? "He sobbed and said," No, it's … "I interrupted him and took my brother in.

Upstairs, I looked up. The room is dark and there is no light. A bad feeling welled up in my mind. I asked my brother in a hurry, "What's the matter? What about mom and dad? " The younger brother cried again and said, "I don't know, only that my father is ill." I was blinded at once, because my center of gravity was unstable and I almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, I held the door when I was in a hurry. I came to my senses, tears welled up quickly and ran out like crazy.

It's raining all the time, and it's getting bigger and bigger. At that time, I felt that the sky was crying for us. I went directly to the wholesale department not far away to make a phone call. As soon as my mother heard it was me, she said, "I'll be right back. Don't take your brother around. " And then I hung up. At this time, I realized that my brother was following me. I finally came to my senses and took my brother home. I don't know whether it is rain or tears on my face.

At twelve o'clock, my mother finally came back with a tired face. Only later did I know that my father was fine, but because my uncle's family had a happy event, I took my father who never sang wine to propose a toast. Hearing this, my face changed. I know he can't drink, but I insist on it. What a "good" sister and brother-in-law. However, my hanging heart was finally put down. I think the head teacher, our family of four, is doomed to be a sleepless night.

The first time I really stayed up late, the first time I was unforgettable, and the first time I learned more about staying up late, it might change me. I won't forget this night.

My parents took my brother and me to Xiamen for a week. Because there is still a long way to go from road trip, we set off in the morning. I didn't expect a lot of traffic and traffic jams along the way.

I don't know how long it took, and finally I went to a highway service station to eat Chinese food. Tired by the bus, I ate a bowl of hot egg noodles, and there was no soup left.

In the afternoon, we finally sailed into Fujian. There is no traffic jam, but a tunnel will be drilled every once in a while. Along the way, there are so many long and short winding tunnels!

Let's move on. It's really boring to take a bus for such a long time for the first time. Fortunately, my mother has been telling jokes and playing games to my brother and me. Let's carefully observe the blue sky, white clouds and green mountains and trees outside the car.

Before you know it, it will be dark. In order to drive safely, my father slowed down. But what is annoying is that from time to time, a big truck passes by quickly, and the taillights of the truck flash with strong light, and my brother and I are stunned by the light. Dad is even more angry because the composition/strong light interferes with his driving sight. People are sleepy and tired, and we are all worried about dad driving. Mom quickly said, "Safety first, let's go to the service station to have a rest first."

So, we stopped at Longyan service station to rest, replenish food and grass, and save our strength. At this moment, I saw a big truck stop and the driver didn't get off. He looked tired and sat in a chair to have a rest. The light is still on, but uncle driver seems to be asleep.

We left the service station and continued on our way. Except for the street lights, it was dark all around. I'm still thinking about big trucks and drivers. How hard the truck driver works, running around all night in the cold winter. This is only my first time staying up late, so I can play and rest in the car. How is he? My mother told me that truck drivers like this must always work so hard and drive day and night for their lives and families.

From that moment on, I don't think the glare of truck taillights is so annoying anymore, and I don't scold hard truck drivers!

The first time I stayed up late 600 words (4) The sun finally took a look at the earth and slowly hid behind the mountain.

Before I had two dinners, my father was called to work the night shift by the boss of the company. Before he left, he told me that he would only go for a while and come back soon, so that I could go to bed early.

The night view of Ganzhou is really beautiful, and the gorgeous light of neon lights illuminates the whole city. At eight o'clock, it's very lively outside, and dad hasn't come back yet. I sat alone on the balcony, but I was not tempted by the night scene, and I was "playing" with my father on a happy day. There are neighbors talking and laughing, but my heart is a mess. I found that I can't live without my father. I have to wait for him to come home!

The clock has struck nine. Usually, my father must listen to me tell interesting stories about school at the bedside. But now, the room is empty, and I can't hear my father's "safe" voice. I began to get nervous, holding my knees, clenching my fists, leaning my head on my knees and staring straight at the closed iron gate. My palms began to sweat, and there seemed to be fifteen buckets in my heart. "What did Dad do?" I whispered.

I don't know how long it took, but my thick eyebrows and eyes have turned into mung bean eyes. The hands of the clock look blurred, and it is not clear what time it is. Hold your breath and listen, the noise outside is gone, only the second hand clicks on the clock. Suddenly, my heart was as painful as being caught. I began to think: Is something wrong with dad? Did you abandon me? Can't you come back? I sat up from the sofa, put on my slippers, and walked quickly to the door, near the cat's eye, trying to "search" the stairs. I'm disappointed that the stairs are empty. I swung back like a bone and muttered, "Dad will be fine, Dad will be fine." Bang-I fell heavily on the sofa.

Gradually, my two eyelids "disagreed" and began to fight. I tried my best to separate them, but unfortunately I couldn't, so I had to let them fight.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly woke up. Don't I have to wait for dad? How did I fall asleep? Is dad back? I rubbed my sleepy eyes hard, and finally saw the pointer reading of the clock, and found that it was almost two in the morning.

……

"Pa-pa-",I vaguely heard the sound of unlocking, and a familiar figure appeared in my hazy eyes. I was relieved, my mouth turned up, my eyes were black, and I knew nothing.

This is a history of mine, a history of "staying up late".