Read a diary at night, 200 words.

After dinner, my parents and I walked along Zhongwu Avenue. At this time, it is not completely dark, and there is a sunset glow on the horizon, just like a girl's shy face is particularly beautiful. Before the moon rose, the naughty boys came out to join in the fun. The stars are so pure, so bright and sparkling, just like the sparkling eyes of elves.

With the arrival of the night, against the background of the stars, the round moon like a ball finally showed its blushing face. The moon is bright and energetic, but not as lively as the stars. It just hangs quietly in the sky.

The wind is blowing, there are more and more clouds in the sky, and the moon becomes hazy. My parents and I walked back smelling the fragrance of flowers and trees on both sides of the road. The stars were flickering at this moment, as if to say goodbye to us!

The night scene is so beautiful that the composition is about 700 words.

During the day, I am most looking forward to the night.

The fatigue accumulated in a day is like escaping from the darkness of the night, giving me a chance to breathe.

In my mind, the real night must be when I come home at the last minute, and everything can really count! Because in the cram school, I only see the running of time, but I can't see the change of leisure in time. Late at night, I always sit on my motorcycle on my way home, singing and feeling the change of the air.

Maybe our family lives on the back of a mountain, so my father and I found a lovely temperature change together.

When we are between the first street lamp and the second street lamp, it will be a kind of temperature, but after the distance between the second street lamp and the third street lamp, the temperature will be lower and we will feel cooler. In this way, I returned to my lovely home in a different temperature difference. This trip is like a trip, it's really fun! When I got home, I didn't open the refrigerator or take a shower first, but stood on the road at the door, feeling the gift that the night brought me.

Looking up, I will long to see the gentle moonlight and twinkling stars. Sometimes I can see them, and sometimes I can't.

If I see it, I will be as excited and beautiful as a child, and I will be moved by joy. If you can't see it, you can only bow your head and sigh. This leisurely moment often touches me to varying degrees.

There are several osmanthus trees planted next to my home. Because the flowers are so small that they are hard to see, I will only notice them after they emit intoxicating fragrance. I said in surprise, "Wow! It has blossomed, so fragrant! " Standing in the fragrance of flowers and feeling whether the air is wet or dry, I can guess the weather tomorrow, and sometimes I can smell the unique smell of rain, so my lovely little umbrella can reappear in the rivers and lakes! I like the night. When it comes, I will have a special expectation, what kind of gift it will bring me, what kind of touch it will bring me and what kind of surprise it will bring me.

Therefore, the day has passed and the night will be my happiest time.

Shanghai night scene composition

Shanghai is a bustling metropolis. Not only is the morning magnificent, but even the night scene is unique.

In the evening, the sky is already gray, and at this time, the lights on the high building have been lit up one after another.

It seems that some stars have fallen and winked at me! Then, the street lights and car lights on the road were also on, and the whole road was suddenly brightly lit, like fireflies flying in the air.

When the sky was completely dark, the neon lights came on.

This time, Shanghai seems to have put on a shiny new dress: neon lights are ever-changing, red, green, purple and yellow, which are really colorful; The ever-changing shapes, like rainbows and flowers, are beautiful patterns on clothes.

On the road, a piece of golden light, like a ribbon.

The lights on the top of the tall building are like flashing gems, dotted with clothes.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I couldn't wait to look up.

Ah! It turns out that the Oriental Pearl TV Tower has issued a dazzling and colorful light! Against the backdrop of the night, the whole tower gives off colorful light, and the night seems to have turned into day, and small light bulbs are like countless stars in the sky.

Next to Jinmao Tower, the light broke through the sky, so bright that I could hardly open my eyes.

Looking around, there is a green light, there is a cloud dancing, and then the front is like the Milky Way in the sky on the ground, piled up into a luminous ribbon.

The lights at night are really unpredictable, colorful and intoxicating.

Looking at thousands of pictures of lights, I thought: If everyone saves electricity, wouldn't our night scene in Hangzhou become so colorful? In the evening, we came to the world-famous Bund. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw the Oriental Pearl and Jinmao Building facing each other, as if two people were looking at each other. The appearance of the Oriental Pearl Tower can only be described in one word, and that is colorful.

The Oriental Pearl Tower has three balls, all of which are glowing.

At the height of 197 meters, it is the first big ball, which is as big as 10 classroom and may be bigger than 10 classroom. At the height of 250 meters, it is the second tower ball, which is as big as five classrooms. From here, you can see the charming night view of Shanghai with a telescope, which is very beautiful. The 350-meter-high tower ball is difficult to get on.

Although the appearance of Jinmao Tower is not as colorful as the Oriental Pearl Tower.

Its appearance is so simple.

But its interior is a very luxurious five-star hotel and office building. The 88th floor is the Sightseeing Hall, which is much higher than the Oriental Pearl and the third tallest building in the world. Looking down from here, pedestrians and cars are miniature and black as sesame seeds. At this moment, my legs can't help shaking, because this tall building is really too high. Although I'm not afraid of heights, I'm still afraid. I left the Oriental Pearl and Jinmao Building, and here I am.

The water of the great river keeps rushing to the dam, as if to bathe it. Sometimes it feels very comfortable to splash the river on your face, as if it were a kiss from the river.

The night scene composition is about 200 words.

This summer vacation, my family and I traveled to Xi, where the night scene was beautiful! We came to the spacious Chang 'an Road.

On the green belt in the middle of the road, the grass is lush, and the lights on the roadside are colorful, including yellow, red, blue and green ... dazzling; Cars are coming and going on the road, and bright headlights are shining, which is beautiful! On both sides of the street, there are large and small shops, hotels and restaurants ... colorful lights are everywhere.

In the store, people go in and out and choose the goods they like.

Every building here is resplendent and magnificent.

Every building has flashing lights, which makes people look full of energy.

I love this beautiful Xi, and I love the beautiful scenery of Xi even more.

Write a composition about the evening, 500 words.

"Half a family in the moonlight, Beidou gaunt in the south.

I know it's warm in spring tonight, and insects are singing through the window screen.

"ah! What a good poem this is! Enough to describe the beauty of "night"! In my eyes, no matter what season the night is so charming and beautiful, don't you believe it? See for yourself! Looking at the beautiful scenery in the sky and the excitement in the underground, I can't help but admire the poet's description of the night scene, because the night scene is really refreshing, intoxicating and lingering ... Now is a busy time. Look, the lights on the street are colorful, blue, yellow and purple ... it's hard to count. On this colorful night, there is an "echo"

Alas, isn't that the sound of people buying and selling, the sound of cars coming and going, and the cry of cicadas? It's really lively! Keep showing you around. There are many shops along the road, especially boutiques and clothing stores, which can be described as "no * * *".

Listen to "50 yuan, so expensive, 35 yuan" "Ah, 50 yuan is already very cheap.

""ah! "... this bargaining voice is getting louder and louder, precisely because more and more people come to buy things, alas! There are more people shopping, and the noise of natural vehicles is getting louder and louder. Listen, "Bang, Bang ..." "Ba, Ba ..." Oh, really ... Looking up at the sky, the clear sky is full of happy stars. They shine, and it seems particularly bright tonight.

So Tianhe is particularly clear.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, shedding bright silver light, and the Milky Way looks like a thin layer of silver gauze.

I leaned against the railing, blindfolded, enjoying the beautiful scenery at night, thinking about it … intoxicated … deeply intoxicated …

Charming evening composition 400 words

The night sky is charming and mysterious, like an endless sea.

The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth.

The moon is a multilateral little girl. The so-called people have joys and sorrows. The moon is sometimes sunny, sometimes curved and sometimes round, unpredictable.

Countless stars are assigned to different positions; The stars twinkle like small sparks in the sea.

Everything on earth is afraid of silence. In quiet sleep, fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze.

Mountains as dim as clouds, like islands in the sea, seem to shine a little purplish spark from time to time, calling for ships at night.

How many people fly to the universe to explore the mysteries in the endless night sky? When I grow up, I will try my best to explore the mysteries of the universe! He is like smoke on the first floor, shrouded in white clouds. When the moon rises, his round face, like a beautiful girl, will show a sweet smile on his face, quietly looking at the earth and dancing in the air like a fairy.

Moonlight is like water, and he will quietly sprinkle it on the earth and cover it with silver gauze. Villages and trees in the distance seem to be covered with a thin layer of silver gauze, but you can see some birds twittering and humming beautiful songs in the trees under the Bai Yueguang. When the breeze blows, they fly around like butterflies, like a magical picture, dark and quiet. Moonlight, like a fickle baby, you have a lovely little face of Zhang Yuanyuan. When you are angry, you will be silent; when you are happy, you will laugh.

Ah, I love this charming moonlight, and I love your flawless Bai Yue even more!

Give me a composition about the night scene, 500 words in spring.

Impression of the Spring Festival In this season of less snow and warmer increase, the Spring Festival unconsciously buried the dull days and came face to face.

Looking at the newly bought calendar on the wall and counting the days when the last Spring Festival of this century is approaching, I can't help but sigh that the years are rushing and another quiet and busy year has passed.

As the year draws near, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood gradually fade away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks, jiaozi and lucky money, nor do we expect to grow up by one year and gain more knowledge 10%. The Spring Festival is not so much the happiest time as people suddenly realize that age is getting older and responsibility is at a critical juncture.

Give a general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write a nostalgic article, which has long lost its elegance.

Like a host, talk about this year's major events, feel the past and present, think about the future, just to win the praise of supporters and applaud.

If I deceive myself, maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day in 365 days of the year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial speculation into it, which makes it particularly heavy.

In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, restrain that kind of expectation and agitation, and get some subtle satisfaction outside the programs of eating, drinking, visiting relatives and friends.

Once, the Spring Festival left me many beautiful and unforgettable memories.

I think today's children will feel this festive and grand festival as I did in the past.

However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps because of their respective personalities and interests. No matter how various media play up the bombing, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. Compared with ordinary days, I am much more helpless, tired and heavy.

Parents will go, relatives and friends will go, and colleagues will also go when they meet. Matter is always nothing more than eating and drinking.

The cliches of congratulations on getting rich, happy New Year and good luck are uncomfortable, but they have to be repeated over and over again.

Shopping, solve riddles on the lanterns, gifts, treat, year after year.

People are like a top, which whips them around and doesn't even know where the center of gravity is.

In such an overwhelming festival, we have to try our best to make ourselves as excited as children, watching the endless evening party and listening to others' laughter, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed mood and hungry stomach.

I'd rather go to bed at ten o'clock, read for a while, or play cards with my friends as usual.

I always feel that on this happy day, I have no interest at all, and even always have a good appetite.

Tradition, culture, history and customs are all man-made products and formulated by our ancestors. We keep copying from generation to generation, evolution makes them brilliant, and network propaganda makes them soar and mutate. It finally restricts ourselves and violates the basic human nature-people long for freedom and happiness. Spring Festival travel rush can be said to be the clearest mirror, from which everyone can see such a tired and negative face. Even a trace of joy.

Yes, we are old and feel the vicissitudes of the world.

This year's Spring Festival is copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart, and the rest may be something that can be called beautiful, but once? There is no place for us there. Is illusory. I have to repeat it when I know it is false, and I have to write articles to coax pedestrians and children.

You can't grow old, I'm afraid you only have the innocence of childhood. I spent a very interesting Christmas with all the snowflakes.

Listen carefully, the pace of the new year is approaching.

Looking at the east, I just arrived in Chiang Kai-shek late and the sun was shining. We politely called him: Hello in the New Year! In the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow, we have struggled, made progress, succeeded and failed.

Our laughter, loss, confusion and confusion have all turned into beautiful memories.

As Pushkin said in his poem: "The past will be infected with inexplicable acacia.

"Isn't it? New Year is the starting point of time, and New Year's Day is the first milestone of time.

On this day, we are thinking more about the future. Those upcoming undertakings, upcoming opportunities and bright prospects are looming ahead, waving to us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness.

As a result, our hearts rekindled confidence and hope, regardless of fatigue and pain, and went through the storm without hesitation.

The new year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, "if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, countless poems and paintings are waiting for us to feel and describe: the sunny morning by the lake, the dusk by the path full of petals, the misty rain on the bluestone path in Jiangnan Lane, There are green wheat fields with spring breeze in the north and west, and ............................................................................................................. is moving forward ... Standing on the snow-white starting line of the new year, facing the red sun rising towards tomorrow and Ran Ran in the east, let us release the white dove in our hearts and say a sincere tunnel with a lily-like mood; Happy new year! ! ! Happy new year >> in the morning, the weather is clear, the air is fresh, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the white clouds are soft, as white as washed.

Today's weather is good, accompany grandpa to visit relatives! Hehe, grandpa came today.

Also take grandma, cousin, menstruation.

Of course I'm happy (maybe there will be gains, hee hee! ~~)。

"Ah ha ha, hello grandpa, hello grandma, happy New Year!" As soon as my relatives arrived, I sold my mouth: "Congratulations on making a fortune, the financial resources are rolling, and the red envelope will follow!" " Hey! "My grandparents couldn't stand my actions and took out red envelopes one after another:" Well, here you are! """Thank you, grandparents. You are so lucky this year!" After that, I "fled back to my room" and put away the red envelope.

After the reunion dinner, we watched TV together.

It's 9 o'clock. Dad seems to have forgotten something. He took something out of the room.

"Come on, grandma, dad, Xiaochao (my cousin), your profit is money, hehe!" Dad smiled and gave money.

After my relatives fell asleep, I took my father. ...

Write a 600-word composition with the most beautiful night as the theme.

The most beautiful thing is night.

Because there are stars, because there is a moon, because there is a deep night sky, and because there are colorful street lamps ... I like swimming at sea-like nights.

Walking alone in the cool and colorful night, I got rid of sadness and fatigue, felt relaxed and comfortable, didn't have to think about any troubles, and was no longer bound by the world. I looked at the smooth and bright reflection in the water, and a little lazy thoughts surged. I am the shadow and soul of the night.

The bell is long, accompanied by the hazy night and the cool night wind. You can think of everything, ignore everything and take a deep breath. It seems that there is a faint fragrance of flowers, far away, faint and refreshing. This is the best time of the year in your hometown, because winter is too dry and cold, autumn is too shabby, and summer is too hot, only in this spring, in ten thousand mu.

What trees are so towering on both sides of the path in the night? Oh, the trumpet-shaped sycamore is almost standing at your feet; Smelling more and more fragrant flowers, I stepped into the quiet grove. My body and mind were already in the distant clouds, as if I had become a tree, breathing with the surrounding trees, but I was a passer-by in a hurry at night.

Then I travel through the endless forest of time ... Music and words are the love of my life. Just like my blood, I can feel them flowing in my blood every day. They are one with me. They never leave for a moment. When I wake up, they wake up with me, and even when I sleep, they often come to visit me, which makes my dream full of subtle books. I like this kind of atmosphere and I'm crazy about it. Maybe it's my own life state-I like to live in this state forever, and when I don't want to go on forever, I can ride a bike, just like a carefree child, singing songs and wandering on the path, familiar music, melodious bells, poetic tranquility and vastness, endless night, which makes people daydream infinitely! The feeling that words bring me is not only happiness, but also a supreme enjoyment, a spiritual baptism and leap. A person is free from the noise and the world. And the people around you can blend in or pull away; You can whisper, you can smile, just be a silent listener, and then you can forget or learn, without taking it to heart.

The world is bright and life is colorful. When did I learn to be so calm? Maybe social university taught me! I am willing to spend my life so leisurely, which is a kind of happiness, a kind of warmth and sweetness! Tepid, there is no need for quick success.

Do what you like and write what you like; Occasionally listen to music and go shopping; Or chat with friends ... flowers are full of sleeves, birds are singing ... I have forgotten that I am just a passer-by in this world ... I am a grain of sand, and when the wind blows, I start my journey; I am a drop of water, and white clouds carry me into the vast sea ... don't ask me where I come from, and don't ask me where I am going. ...

Sit on the Ferris wheel and watch the night scene composition.

In the evening, my sister and I went to the Ferris wheel to see the scenery. When I came to the foot of the Ferris wheel, I was shocked. A huge building appeared in front of me. It was the first Ferris wheel in Asia. Just like a giant standing in the center of Changsha, watching the night scene on the Ferris wheel.

We got on the Ferris wheel and I looked out. The night in Changsha is really beautiful! Ten thousand lanterns were lit with great fanfare, the building was suddenly covered with jewels, and the street became a bright and shining star system.

The cars on the road are constantly flowing, turning yellow and red, like fireflies carrying yellow and red lanterns.

When the Ferris wheel is in mid-air, those huge buildings seem to be inlaid with gold beads and silver beads, showing a solemn outline, some like palaces, some like crowns, and some like sparkling cliffs.

The light from the Ferris wheel is reflected on the glass of the building, like a colorful galaxy.

I also saw the "golden age" in the night and the graceful lights like * * * *, the string of lights hanging from the roof was like her long waterfall, and the blurred neon lights were like her wandering eyes.

When the Ferris wheel came down, He Long Gymnasium was dark, like a huge Mo Chi, and heaven and earth merged into a seamless whole.

We should get down. I walked out of the hatch carefully.

At this time, my mood began to be restless. I think I will study hard when I grow up and make Changsha more beautiful.

On February 3, 2005, Liu Yuankai of Class 3 (6) of Tianhua Boarding School in Shazitang sat on the Ferris wheel to watch the night scene. 450-word composition for primary school students (/)

The fourth grade composition describes Gulangyu Island in 450 words at night.

A person, strolling on the cement road in front of his hometown.

This is a narrow road with potholes, which is as old as poetry by years; The road twists and turns, like a wisp of light smoke under the whitewash of moonlight, is sent to an unreachable distance by the wind.

On both sides of the road, there are immature crops.

They are very close, dense and beautiful, but they still can't cover up the spider-like buildings under their feet, and they can't cover up the fragrance of the earth.

Tonight, the stars in the sky are scattered all over the place, only the moon is as bright as jade, and it shines on the earth.

This kind of light is not as strong as wine, and it is far less bright than during the day, just cool and peaceful.

The earth seems to be covered with a layer of silver gauze, and the moonlight weaves flowers on the roadside and splashes them on my clothes.

So are birds.

With the spring-like singing, the wings fly by and the shadows are hazy, just like a ray of reflection on a clear lake, giving people the illusion of seeing flowers in the fog.

On such a night, a person walking alone, the trajectory of the back is gradually drifting away, I am afraid it will be a bit artistic.

Such a profound and beautiful artistic conception would never be realized if it were not for people with fireworks in their chests.

After a little distance, comfortable mixed with transparent moonlight, flows into my heart.

It's not a rainbow, it's not such an illusory thing as sunrise.

It was a real feeling, like Momo humming a beautiful song in his heart. The notes collided and Lingling was full of ears, as if he had dedicated the glory of "lingering around the beam for three days" to this moment.

I'm afraid it will be a little sad to walk alone on such a night, with ups and downs in my mind.

I wonder what my friends are doing now. Maybe they are pouring a cup of tea and inviting Li Bai to enjoy the moon together. Maybe they are driving a boat and sailing in the boundless sea of blue books; Maybe they, like me, are walking alone on a long road, filling the emptiness brought by life with comfort and loneliness in their hearts ... On such a night, walking alone and looking at inhuman things around them, they are not afraid of association.

I have heard a lot of Vae songs, but now I only remember the song "Smoke and Sand in Half the City". I suddenly and inexplicably guessed the scene here a thousand years ago-it may be an isolated city.

"On a certain day, a general of a certain country led one of his troops to March on this lonely city.

"I looked up and the moonlight moistened my eyes." The general guarding the city was an incompetent man, leaving his own people behind. On the eve of the siege, he escaped, like an antelope attacked by a lion.

So this lonely city is left with helpless people and desolation scattered all over the place.

So the city gate was easily opened, the sound of horseshoes shattered the feathers of Yuanyang, and the crisp death knell splashed smoke and sand in half the city.

So the people's tears blocked the enemy's swords and shadows, so the blood beads danced, wrapped in smoke and sand, and turned into snowflakes all over the sky-half of the city's smoke and sand, blood and tears fell, the figure was messy, and the snow was covered ... "I lowered my head, and the moonlight fell from my pupil, like a broken crystal white lotus ... I wondered, didn't such scenery and feelings sink?

Is there anything sad about the night scene?

At night, a soft moonlight shone through the window and landed on the windowsill.

The windowsill looks like silver plating.

Today's moonlight is particularly beautiful.

So I went downstairs to enjoy the moon.

What a full moon! There are a few twinkling stars in the distance, which adds a bit of poetry to this moonlit night.

There are also some touching songs from time to time.

Along the path leading to the garden, the whole world seems to be immersed in a sea of silver light.

I am also in the moonlight sea.

Moonlight filled my clothes and warmed my heart-I think the warmth of the sun is too warm and unrestrained, and the starlight is lonely and cold.

Only this gentle and quiet moonlight can be so just right.

Moonlight permeates the whole earth, my surroundings are illuminated by moonlight, and the world is completely shrouded in a sacred atmosphere.

My senses are blurred, and my heart is sublimated in this holiness.

Unconsciously, you have come to the gate of the garden, followed ZhongHaoEr in the garden, and walked to a pond.

The pond is very small, and the usually lively goldfish now stay there quietly.

Maybe the beautiful song of the moon made them fall asleep.

In the center of the pond is a grotesque rock, which is more interesting and picturesque under the washing of moonlight.

The moon is reflected in the dark green pool bottom, which is even more dazzling and beautiful after being washed away by water.

A gust of wind blew, making a shallow wave mark on the calm pool water, and the pool water overflowed slightly and kissed the rock lightly.

By the roadside, big chrysanthemums bathed in moonlight, were blown by the wind in their sleep, and smiled happily.

Turning the pond, I sat under the mushroom pavilion.

Looking up at the beautiful moon, I finally feel your broad natural breath tonight! Unconsciously, I have been intoxicated in the gentle night, and my consciousness is gradually blurred. My whole body and mind are constantly dispersing, as if I were melting into the vast universe ... I don't know how long it took, and a cool breeze blew, and I suddenly woke up and remembered that it was time to go home.

Close your eyes at night and feel that people are really wonderful. There is a city in my heart. Outside the gate, it is mediocrity, running for life, doing those worldly things, arguing and being busy.

Inside the city, it seems like a lifetime ago, dreaming strange dreams, saying irrelevant words and thinking about the shocking Arabian Nights.

Think of scholar Qian Zhongshu's explanation of Fortress Besieged, "Marriage is like a besieged city, people in the city want to come out, people outside the city want to go in …", which is the city of marriage; Life is the same, right There is a city in my heart, and the troubles inside and outside the city are mixed. I can't help but sigh, where is the city in my heart? Is it buried deep in my heart, lonely and lonely, to think about the nothingness in the dictionary of life?

When everything in the city overflows silently, it may not be accepted and understood by people. This is the true self.

After watching the movie bodyguards and assassins, I was infected by the mixed humanity in the play. I think calmly that the people in the play have chosen their own lives, and they may struggle in and out of the city for their beliefs, feelings and pursuits. Perhaps, it is not accepted by people, but it is also a real life, but such a city is too lonely.

There is a lonely city in my heart, but I am not lonely.

There is a city in my heart and a different life in my heart. After a mediocre life, my heart sank in a lonely town, and I was trapped in the "besieged city" dilemma of human beings.

Constant pursuit and subsequent dissatisfaction and boredom with the success pursued, the contradiction and transformation between them, hope and disappointment, joy and pain, persistence and vacillation are intertwined-all these constitute everything in life.

There is an isolated city in my heart, and the city is really beautiful.

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