One night composition

The girl will turn off her mobile phone before going to bed every day, and then put it in front of her photo frame on the desk. This habit has been maintained since she bought the mobile phone. A girl has a very good boyfriend. When they don't see each other, they make phone calls or send text messages. Everyone likes this method of contact.

One night, the boy missed the girl very much. He called her but turned off the phone because the girl had already fallen asleep. The next day, the boy said to the girl: "Don't turn off the phone at night, okay? I can't find you when I miss you, and I will feel uneasy."

From then on, the girl started another kind of Habit – Leave the phone on all night. Because she was afraid that she would die of sleep and not hear him when he called, the girl was very alert every night, and she became thinner day by day. However, slowly, a rift developed between the two people. The girl wanted to save the situation that was about to break up, so she called the boy late at night. The answer was a nice female voice: sorry, the phone she dialed has been turned off. So the girl knew that her love had been turned off.

A long time later, the girl had another love. Even though two people feel good together, the girl refuses to marry no matter what. The girl's heart will still think of the boy's words and the night when the phone was turned off. The girl still maintains the habit of turning off her phone all night long, but she no longer expects it to ring.

One night, the girl was suffering from an emergency. In a panic, she wanted to call her parents, but she got through the boy's phone. The boy didn't turn off the phone. The girl recovered safely.

Later, the girl asked the boy: "Why don't you turn off your phone late at night?"

The boy said: "I'm afraid that if you have something to do at night, you can't find me and you will be panicked."

< p> The girl eventually married the boy.

Yes, for whom is your mobile phone turned on late at night? Are you afraid that she can’t be found and feel flustered? If you love someone and have a waiting time, you will habitually turn on your phone late at night. It is a deep happiness to have someone who can turn on your phone and wait for you.

Missing has become a habit, and feelings have become dependence~~~ I say to myself and everyone: Please cherish the person who is waiting for you...

New Year , but to this day I still don’t feel the slightest bit of New Year’s flavor. I remember when I was young, I looked forward to the New Year very early. After one year, I look forward to the next year. At this time, I took apart the cannon. Put it, you can put it in the eighth grade of junior high school. . . . . (Silly ``)

But why am I still unable to cheer up at all? pressure? I am sometimes very busy at work, but when I go home every day, it is a day of freedom and no pressure. Feeling lost? Let alone me being single, even if I had a wife, I don’t think I would be too disappointed. . . . Unless I'm crazy. boring? There is no idle time all day long, especially these two days, which are very fulfilling. . . . . I don’t understand, where did the spirit and virginity of my childhood go?

Fa Xiao came to see me that day, and the two of them had a conversation at home. After seeing that everything was available at home during the New Year, the two of them didn’t go out to eat, so they decided to cook by themselves! As a result, after drinking and eating, the two of them chatted and waited until they were young. . . . . Slowly, I began to recall the scenes of setting off cannons when I was a child, such as blowing up the neighbor's new car, the two of them putting the cannons in the mailbox, and other bad tricks. . . . Only then did he and I find this little so-called "virginity." . . . .

Having said that, when people grow up slowly, it is really difficult to be satisfied. When you were a child, I might give you some snacks and toys, or call your brothers and sisters to accompany you, and you will feel Very satisfied and happy. But now? As they grew up and took shape, they gradually stopped playing together. . . .

In fact, people really need a kind of simple happiness. Going to the bath with friends and finding a girl to exercise for a night is the so-called life of ecstasy. I have never seen anything better than two people having a conversation at home. Former classmates were talking together. Which company does this work in? How much money does it make in a month? Which company does that work in? How much money does it make in a month? They are comparing each other. What is the reality? Bullshit! Everyone comes from the same school and is of the same level. This is the process of human degeneration in this so-called era of "promoting the harmonious development of society."

For example, when it comes to smoking, I admit that I am also a smoker. There is a vague saying in China that "if you don't smoke, you are not a man." Maybe the little ones who smoke now don't know what smoking is for. In fact, everyone can smoke. , it just depends on whether you want it or not.

In fact, I can quite empathize with those little kids smoking cigarettes on the street. In fact, they all want to look bigger, make themselves more "men", and make others believe in themselves more, but their method is wrong. . . . This is the human heart and society that is slowly corrupting now. . . .

I like it very much in the summer when it’s hot outside but the air is nice. I like to open all the windows and sit on a chair and listen to songs. . . . Because at that time you will feel a bit of coolness in the hot summer (it’s not cold at high places~~haha).

Okay. . . . It's very late. If I write any more, I'll see the rooster crow. . . . (What is winter called? I don’t know...)

Good night and sweet dreams.

Remember this day (1)

Friends who live in Shanghai should be familiar with the subway stations in Shanghai. You will find that the majority of people in the subway stations are not only working people, but also There were many more migrant workers carrying snakeskin bags of various sizes. My impression of them is only that they are dirty, messy and poor.

However, the day I "encountered" a migrant worker made me understand that no matter who I treat, I must have the most basic respect.

On this day, the subway station was still crowded with people, and there were many migrant workers who came to Shanghai to work. I only secretly hoped that the dirty snakeskin bag would not touch me.

Soon, the train arrived, and migrant workers rushed on. I had no choice but to be squeezed in the back, thinking to myself: I really have no quality.

I was standing in the small space of the subway, and a migrant worker happened to be standing next to me. I frowned dissatisfied. Maybe he felt the smell of disgust in the air. He moved his snakeskin bag towards himself again and again. Although the handrail was close at hand, he never dared to hold it. , because it would violate me.

Every time the subway started or stopped, he tried his best to keep his balance and stood there nervously. Otherwise, if I'm not careful, he will bump into me. He nearly hit his head on the door a few times. At this time, I couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion in my heart. I deeply regretted and felt ashamed for what I had just done. I wanted to give him a kind and respectful smile, but he kept his head down. What does that feel like, inferiority complex? Is it timidity? Or were you hurt by being ignored? He still didn't raise his head.

When we arrived at the station, many migrant workers got off the bus, including him. The people in the car who thought they were in the upper echelons of society finally relaxed their frowns.

At this moment, maybe we think we are noble. But we were wrong. We could never understand the hardships of migrant workers and the homesickness of leaving their hometown. "Princes, generals, and generals are very kind." Migrant workers are not humble or insignificant. Remember the sentence in "Jane Eyre": Before God, everyone is equal. Yes, everyone has the right to be respected by others.

Remember this day, this moment, respecting others is also respecting yourself. I missed an opportunity to respect others, but I will treat everyone with a more respectful smile and a respectful heart.

Remember this day, I learned respect.

Composition: Remember this day (2)

In my heart, years are like a thread, one end is tied to yesterday, and the other end is tied to the future. The years are like a surging river that never returns, but it precipitates all the beauty... So today, thousands of years later, we can still marvel at the magnificence of the Great Wall, be impressed by the momentum of Dujiangyan, and be The Forbidden City is so gorgeous and captivating! But the accumulation of years requires us to work together to maintain it, so let us remember this day-June 21, China Cultural Heritage Day.

The first time I saw the Great Wall was in Badaling. I admire the majesty of the Great Wall. This Great Wall, which even Meng Jiangnu could not cry from, was built by a nation with its wisdom and sweat. It is a miracle! Two years later, I traveled to Gansu. The cold wind was howling, and the ruins of the broken walls looked particularly sad amidst the desolate ancient sunset roads. Is this the Great Wall? Is it the Great Wall that impresses me with its majesty? I was silent. How could this Great Wall, which has protected our country’s territory for thousands of years, be in such a desolate state? I am sad, I have no solution, I am helpless.

Finally, the call to protect cultural heritage resounded across the land of China. Why is this day not worth remembering?

Remember this day, it is the groan of history. Although the damage has been done, there is still time to protect the cultural heritage that is still in trouble today!

Remembering this day is a sign of respect for China’s five thousand-year-old culture. The culture built by our ancestors with blood and flesh is our eternal wealth and eternal pride!

Remember this day, it is the call of time. Our culture is our roots! How can Chinese culture, one of the four ancient civilizations, be interrupted?

Yesterday, I saw news from various places calling on Chinese people to vote for the Great Wall to be selected as the New Seven Wonders - the Chinese people's maintenance of the reputation of the Great Wall is certainly worthy of praise, but for today's Great Wall, protection is more important than "competing for fame"! The Great Wall is a miracle in the hearts of every Chinese, and even foreigners admire it so much. So, even if it loses the election, it will still not lose the respect in our hearts. It will still be a miracle and will not be lost by one vote. But if not protected, it will be forever submerged in the torrent of history and never appear again. That is our sorrow!

So, remember this day. Miracles are not selected, but passed down and protected!

Ringing the row of copper chimes, the rich and clear left tone and right rhyme move from far to near, echoing through thousands of years of long culture, condensing into - protecting heritage!

Remember this day, let us learn to protect our pride, our roots - cultural heritage!

Composition: Remember this day (3)

I think I will always remember that night, always remember that night, always remember that moment, what is flowing out of my eyes is Tears, happiness flows in my heart.

The night was very quiet, a bit eerily quiet. I tried to close my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried hard to give myself the illusion that I was asleep.

"Bata Bata" - it is made by slippers walking on the ground. It is very quiet and light. Really, it is easy to feel that the person making the sound is trying to keep herself quiet - she is exactly my mom.

She never falls asleep "too early", at least since I was conscious. But today, she was already washing up. At 11 o'clock, I chanted silently in my heart, there are still 9 hours before the high school entrance examination. My inability to sleep was definitely not because I was nervous - I believed in myself.

She lay down next to me and tightened the quilt for me. I closed my eyes tightly and tried my best to pretend to be asleep. Time passed by minute by second, and this was the first time in my life that I had insomnia.

There was a little tossing and turning, but I was confident that I had pretended to be presentable. Maybe she could still feel it because she was a mother.

"Maimai... can't you sleep?" I didn't say anything immediately, and hesitated for a while before replying: "Well..." At this moment, I really hope she won't worry about me...

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She moved her body closer to me, gently put her hands on my shoulders, and began to pat them gently, once and for all. For a moment, I couldn't get back to my senses.

Once upon a time, people who refused to fall asleep without their mother’s arms have grown up and no longer need their mother’s arms, and are eager to open up their own world. When I stubbornly threw away my mother’s hand, But she still stayed where she was, just looking at me quietly...

She patted me gently, once and for all. No words, just slaps. Suddenly, somewhat unexpectedly, I seemed to cry. The feeling is just like the gurgling stream in the mountains, the first spring rain after the midwinter, so quiet, so gentle...

I wiped away my tears very gently, trying not to make a sound, this silence The nights, I hope they will never end...

Some days and some things, even if you don’t miss them deliberately, will still linger in your heart. I will always remember this day and the gentle, long-lost feeling a few hours ago...

Good night, mom...

Good night...