All works by the author of "Light"

The author of the lighting is Wang Yuanjian

Main works: Among them are "Party Fees", "The Story of Food", "Detachment Political Commissar" and other works that reflect the struggle life of the people in the Soviet area; there are also "Seven Roots" "Match", "Three's Company", "Catching the Team" and other works that reflect the fighting life on the Long March; there are also "Ordinary Laborers", "Mother", "Rest" and other works that express the spiritual outlook of the revolutionary predecessors during the construction of New China. In addition, , Wang Yuanjian also co-wrote movie scripts such as "Shining Red Star" and "Azalea"; in the new era, he also wrote short stories such as "Footprints", "Signpost", and "Standard". Lighting composition is about 600 words

Under that light, maternal love is like a lamp, illuminating me and giving me light.

——Title: The weather is a bit hot, and the wind blows across my cheeks from time to time, taking away a trace of my heat and feeling very cool.

The round sunset hangs on the mountainside, and the long shadows on the ground are so cute! This afternoon, after a math test, I happily took the test paper with a score of 145 and walked quickly on the way home. I wanted to tell my mother the joy as soon as possible, and I wanted to see the beautiful smile on my mother's boring face as soon as possible! On the way, I walked with a smile, and my mother's beautiful smile came to my mind... I hurriedly opened the door, and bursts of fragrance wafted in. I saw my mother preparing delicious meals in the kitchen. I rushed to my mother and told her the good news. I gave it to my mother, who just said "yes" and had no other reaction. The work in her hands still didn't stop.

I said it again, and my mother still said "yes".

The sweat on my mother’s forehead fell drop by drop, but I felt a chill. Suddenly, I didn’t know whether it was hot or cold in the kitchen... Under the light, the sweat drops on my mother’s forehead reflected The light yellow light reflected into my eyes. My eyes were cold, but the light was warm... Under the dim light, the dishes on the table were neatly arranged, and they still looked so appetizing. It still smells so good! My mother looked at me and said: "If you don't eat well at school, eat more at home." I suddenly felt warm and no longer felt cold.

My mother kept greeting me, and I just kept my head down as I ate, looking at the dishes on the table and snickering secretly in my heart.

I raised my head and looked at my mother’s tired face. There were many more wrinkles on my mother’s face. They were deeply pierced into her face and looked dark and gray under the light. This deeply It stung my eyes.

After my mother told me to go to bed early, she closed the door with a bang and went back to the room.

I also went back to my room and fell asleep soon after.

Late at night, several coughs woke me up from my dream. I didn't pay much attention at the time. Soon, several coughs reached my ears again.

I heard the sound and searched for its source, and finally realized that the source of the sound was coming from my mother's room.

I gently pushed the door open, and a figure with a slightly curved back came into view. It was my mother. She was mending my torn clothes.

She seemed to look older under the light, and tears blurred my eyes.

I suppressed my emotions and said: "Mom, go to bed early, it's very late.

"Soon, I was awakened again, but this time I was awakened by a dream.

I gently opened the door of my mother's room again. The light was not turned off, but my mother was asleep. The mended clothes were placed on the bedside, holding my test paper in her hand. test paper.

I turned off the light, closed the door, and walked out... In the dream, under that light, my mother's figure looked particularly tall.

... 500-word essay under the light of xx

It was a winter night under the white light, with light snow falling outside the window, silent and beautiful.

On this day, I came into this world.

According to my parents, our family’s life was not rich at that time, and my parents were very economical in spending money. But when I arrived, my father did not hesitate to spend money for my arrival and bought a house. An expensive desk lamp was placed beside the bed.

As a result, the small home has become much brighter since then.

Gradually, I grew up.

My parents let me sleep in a hut with that lamp.

Before going to bed, my father would always turn on this light and tell me all kinds of stories tirelessly. His voice was extremely soft, as if he was singing a sweet song.

Under the beautiful light, his eyes were so firm, not sleepy at all, and full of love.

It made me feel a warm wind blowing straight into my heart, making me intoxicated. The feeling was wonderful.

When I was older, I went to elementary school.

At that time, because I didn’t like to exercise, I was in poor physical condition, so I often had colds and fevers.

On a cold autumn night, I felt uncomfortable all over again.

After my father woke up, he found that I had a fever again.

So, without saying a word, my father put on his trousers and shoes, put on my coat, and then carried me on his back.

When I was groggy, I found that my father didn’t even put on his coat, his hair was messy in the wind, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

There was an anxious look on his father's face.

There was not a single taxi in sight along the way.

So, my father carried me on his back and walked on two legs to the hospital three kilometers away from home.

I didn’t wake up until the evening of the next day.

When I woke up, I was lying at home, and my father was asleep next to me.

Under the serene light, I clearly saw my father’s exhausted face.

His hair was also messy and stood up straight, and he was still wearing the thin shirt.

I know that my father must have been lying next to me like this, staying with me all day.

At that moment, I was full of gratitude and touching to my father.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed by. My father is nearly forty years old, and I have grown up.

As I grow older, my study tasks become more and more heavy, and my father and I have almost no time to chat.

Gradually, we became estranged, and I could not feel the warm love under the light of my father.

Once, I became irritable because I finished my homework very late.

My father walked quietly to me, sat aside and looked at me.

I ignored him.

Then, my father helped me sort out the clutter on the desk. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was still looking at me carefully, as if he had something to say.

But I was extremely irritable at the time, so I shouted to my father unceremoniously: "Stop wandering around, okay? What are you going to do?" My father was stunned at first, and then smiled awkwardly. .

After a while, I said cautiously: "Daughter, it's time to go to bed. Your health is important, but you can't..." "Okay!" I interrupted him impatiently, and then Then do your homework.

My father said nothing more, turned on the light, and watched the silent TV.

I glanced at him.

But at that moment, I felt that my father was also watching me.

At that moment, he met my sharp eyes.

I felt that his eyes were so gentle and kind, and even blended with the light next to him.

My heart trembled.

But at this time, the pile of homework on the table once again interrupted my feeling and made me immersed in boredom.

It wasn’t until many months later that I finally understood that my father turned on the TV just for this reason to keep me company and prevent me from feeling even more lonely.

At that time, I didn’t understand my father very much. After a long time, I actually started to hate him.

In other matters, my father accidentally did something wrong, and I also yelled at him.

My father never said anything and just let me do whatever I wanted.

I know clearly that my father allowed me to vent my anger on him so that I would not become more irritable because of his criticism and affect my mood in studying.

The father felt helpless in his heart.

One afternoon a few months later, I just came home and saw my father lying on the bed, getting an IV drip.

I hurriedly put down my schoolbag, ran to the bed, and asked my mother next to me, "What's wrong with Dad?"

It turns out that it was all because of my willfulness.

My father was obviously very busy at work during this period, but he still had to stay up late with me every night. He was also under pressure from me. His body could not bear it and he fell ill. The dim white in front of the bed The light shone on my father and I looked at him.

His face was so haggard, his cheeks were sunken.

The eye sockets are dark, and the eyes are not as firm and dim as before, and he is obviously much older.

When my father saw me, he smiled very hard, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth were very clear.

At this time, I held my father's thin hand tightly and tears burst into my eyes.

Being rebellious and ignorant, I had such an attitude towards my father, but my father was still like that lamp, shining his love on me without any reservation, and never complained about me. .

I know that I was wrong.

Father, do you know? I will always remember your soft voice, your tired face, and your kind eyes. I will always remember everything you did for me under the white light; I will always be in love with you under the white light. That deep fatherly love.

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On the way back from the "Sports Center", I looked around anxiously, hoping to find the bus home. car.

However, in the end, it was contrary to expectations and lost its direction.

I was like a headless fighter jet, bumping into each other and at a loss, but I thought that as long as I had patience, I would definitely find a way out.

After searching over and over again, being disappointed over and over again, and feeling annoyed over and over again, I actually blamed my parents for letting me go home alone.

I also blame myself for my bad luck, I don’t know the way out, but there is no one to help me.

Anxiety and resentment are intertwined, sweat and exhaustion are integrated and born at the same time.

I really want to shout loudly: "There is nothing you can do in this life, and now there is no one to help you."

The sky gradually opened, like a big net trapping me, and I couldn’t help but speed up my steps.

Your parents are at home, waiting anxiously! I think.

Looking up at the sky, a crescent moon hangs in the blue sky, not yet full, and surrounded by only a few stars.

He couldn't help but sigh and his steps became heavier.

The street lights were all on, but they were dim after all, as if there was a membrane covering them.

I walked around in the dim light.

If others are like me, they will naturally ask for directions.

Maybe there is an answer.

Although I am a boy, I do not know or want to ask.

I was finally unable to move.

However, a piece of golden clothes caught my eye, and I walked forward hard, cautiously, not daring to look directly at it, and burst out with the voice I had accumulated for many years: "Excuse me, Where is the bus back to Dikou Road?" The man scratched his head, pointed to the front, and said slowly: "That's the second bus! Be careful on the road.

So I have to ask, kid! "I was ecstatic... On the way back from the "Sports Center", I looked around anxiously, hoping to find the bus home.

But, in the end, it was contrary to my wishes. , I lost my way.

I was like a headless fighter, bumping around and at a loss, but I thought that as long as I had patience, I would definitely find a way out.

I kept looking for it over and over again. , I was disappointed and annoyed over and over again. I blamed my parents for letting me go home alone.

I also blamed myself for not knowing the way out and no one to help me.

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Anxiety and resentment are intertwined, sweat and exhaustion are merged into one, and they are born at the same time.

I really want to shout loudly: "I have nothing to do in this life, and now there is no one to help me." Poetry.

The sky gradually opened up, trapping me like a big net, and I couldn’t help but speed up.

My parents are waiting anxiously.

Looking up at the sky, a crescent moon hung in the blue sky, not yet full, and there were only a few stars around.

I couldn't help but sigh, and my steps became heavier.

The street lights are all on, but they are dim after all, as if there is a barrier covering them.

I just walk around in the dim light.

If others are like me, it will be natural. I will ask for directions.

Maybe there is an answer.

Although I am a boy, I am unable and unwilling to ask.

I am finally unable to move.

However, a piece of golden clothing caught my eye, and I walked forward hard, cautiously, not daring to look directly at it, and burst out with the voice I had accumulated for many years: " Excuse me, where is the bus back to Dikou Road? "The man scratched his head, pointed to the front, and said slowly: "Over there! That’s the second bus! Be careful on the road.

So I have to ask, kid! "I was overjoyed and thanked me repeatedly.

I got on the bus and returned home. Looking at the sky again, the moon was full.

Golden! The road seemed wider. , the light seems to be brighter.

Now, thinking back to that person, his words pointed the way forward, and this incident also lit up the light in my heart, telling me: I can always ask questions when I need it. /p>

I am grateful for my courage, my mouth and my guide. Composition imitating "Light"

Life in the city is colorful and colorful, just like that little girl. The floral skirts come in countless colors and styles... The city is just as busy at night as it is during the day, and sometimes even more lively than during the day. As a result, there are many more beautiful lights in the city, and they have Many different colors: white, yellow, red, blue, all kinds of lights dress up the city beautifully.

As soon as night falls, the lights turn on and illuminate.

People began to go out for shopping, walking, and playing.

People’s happy figures were left behind on the riverside and on the streets, and people were cheerful.

The light was like a spring breeze, reflecting a soft warmth in people's hearts.

The night gradually deepened and people dispersed.

People who work in the evening class and students who study in the evening are rushing to go home.

At this time, they may feel a little bit chilly.

However, as long as they take a look at the colorful lights, they will definitely feel that the lights are like sunshine, shining warmth and warmth into their hearts.

The night is deeper, the sky is dark, and the sky is dark. The dark night drowned out the lights.

The streets were deserted, with only a few scattered lights shining in the windows of a few houses.

The street lights were lonely. Standing on the roadside, alone.

If a wanderer saw this bright light like moonlight, what would he think? "The moon is the brightness of my hometown." I think the wanderers in a foreign land will definitely think of their familiar hometown and their fellow villagers far away. The lights give the wanderers a hint of melancholy... The lights bring us a lot, including happiness and melancholy. There is joy and sorrow.

At night in the city, the lights are still on, and the wisps of light knock on the sensitive hearts.

And we live in this light, living firmly with our beliefs... Write an essay on the topic of light

Lamp is a kind of It is an extremely ordinary electrical appliance, but it brings light to the people, drives away the darkness, and gives them infinite hope.

But my hometown, the ancient town, the "Lighting Capital of China" has transformed these ordinary lamps into gorgeous floor lamps and noble and generous chandeliers. The earth shines brighter, making an already beautiful house even more radiant and colorful.

The lighting decorations in the ancient town of my hometown are dazzling and of all kinds. You can feast your eyes wherever you go and satisfy your picky eyeballs.

The lighting here in our ancient town is very popular among the public and has been sold to more than 100 countries in the world.

Many foreign businessmen come here specifically to customize lighting and ship it abroad, allowing more foreigners to know the wonders of lighting in our ancient town.

Let the lantern market here spread to Asia and the world.

The reason why the lighting in the ancient town is popular among the people is that the manufacturers who make these lightings have put in a lot of effort and use the best materials. They will do every step to the end and do their best. We try our best to produce temporary lamps, and the shapes of these lamps are also very beautiful, various, very unique, full of light and very brilliant.

Foreign businessmen or tourists will be attracted by this temporarily exquisite lamp, and will never tire of it, and may even be reluctant to part with it.

Among such different lighting markets, the one that I and the general public like the most is the gorgeous floor lamp.

The appearance of this floor lamp is very beautiful. It is mainly made of some crystals and some small light bulbs. Although these materials are relatively expensive, the production effect will definitely make you feel that it is worth the money. The safety test has definitely passed and you can use it with confidence.

The noble and elegant floor lamp is very popular with everyone. Once people see such a beautiful lamp, they will burst into praise and be attracted by this gorgeous lamp and reluctant to leave. This is the wonder of the floor lamp. .

Precisely because the lamps in the ancient town are unique in their appearance, our ancient town was rated as the "Lighting Capital of China". We decorated these ordinary lamps into something so beautiful and popular. Everyone is welcome. Those who created the lamp have put in a lot of effort.

Therefore, we must know how to appreciate them and not waste their hard work. At the same time, we must decorate such beautiful lamps better so that the title of "Light City" can be preserved forever.

If you want to decorate your home more beautifully, come to the ancient town and choose a house to protect it. An essay about fire or light? Please and thank you

The area where my home is located has never lacked light.

Standing on the balcony, you can see the colorful, ever-changing, high-rise neon lights on the city's most prosperous commercial street and the row of street lights on the overpass like a flock of wild geese.

There are even lights of different colors coming from the windows of tall buildings.

These lights are bright, reflecting the phantom of the city.

So people who live in our area like to stand on the balcony when there is a power outage, as it is very bright there.

But maybe the surroundings are too bright and our building is very dim.

There are no corridor lights. It is very difficult to go up and down the stairs at night without a flashlight.

The only glimmer of light coming from nowhere will be blocked by his own torso.

My father and I are both careless people and never remember to bring a flashlight when we go out at night.

The high and long steps were like a minefield hiding endless dangers. I took every step carefully.

I have always been very timid, so I would hold my hands on the wall and take one step after another cautiously, for fear of accidentally twisting my foot or rolling downstairs.

My father said that I have been afraid of death since I was a child.

Dad walked behind me and always took out his lighter at the right time.

"Crack" a few times, a cluster of small flames were fired, and the corridor suddenly lit up. When I turned around and smiled at my father, I could see the cluster of small flames jumping and jumping. , orange-red surrounded by a circle of bright blue, a very warm color.

Sometimes the small flames were blown by the breeze and swayed to one side, as if they were about to be blown out, but they did not go out.

The flame seemed too small and stumbled to the bottom floor, but it always illuminated the ground under my feet.

It looks extremely bright in the darkness, and this small piece of light is like giving timely help.

When we walked to the street and fell into the lights of various colors, the flames went out consciously - it was unnecessary, or was it embarrassing? This article - excerpted from Education Digest EduZHai.nEt The streets are filled with colorful lights and shadows: neon lights that change from bright to dark; huge bright beams of light hitting the walls of restaurants.

The fish-like flow of people passed by under the neon lights and light beams, reflecting exaggerated and weird colors all over their bodies.

The traffic flow like a rain of arrows flew past under the street lights like wild geese, and then suddenly stopped.

The lights at the intersection alternately change into the monotonous three colors of red, yellow and green.

It’s really gorgeous.

But in winter when the sun sets earlier and earlier, these dazzling lights have no body, and the lights are cold light.

I came back facing the light, but as soon as I entered the wall, darkness, the darkness that frightened me, rushed over me.

Although I know there is a large area of ​​colorful lights not far behind me, but they cannot shine here. We can only see them from the balcony. Those lights are snobbish.

So every winter evening, my father would wait for me to come back downstairs.

I told him I would arrive around a quarter past six, but I always felt like he had been standing there for a long time.

He was smoking, and the green smoke he exhaled slowly rose up under the old-fashioned yellow street lamp, and changed into wonderful shapes, lingering around his head, far away. When the ground saw me, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out.

The gray smoke is still lingering around. I don’t know how long it will last, but it is leaning towards the yellow street light.

Dad still forgot to bring a flashlight, maybe he didn’t bother to bring it because he had a lighter.

At this moment, he took out the lighter again and used his thumb to turn the small wheel on the lighter. Then it suddenly lit up with a "click" sound, and the flame jumped out from the small hole. , shaking slightly and trying very hard not to go out.

Orange red flames surrounded by a circle of blue flames illuminated the steps under my father's feet and reflected on our faces. My father put his arms around my shoulders, making me feel grounded and warm.

"This is the benefit of smoking," Dad said with a smile.

This is just a joke, but I can't deny that I am used to the sound of "chacha" in the dark, and a small cluster of lovely, warm firelight illuminating me.

One time I have a good memory and went out at night with a flashlight. The strange round light beam and awkward brightness made me very uncomfortable.

I would rather go up and down the stairs with my dad in the small firelight, and have a sense of dependence on each other, which no amount of gorgeous lights can compare to.

I once secretly thought that the first money I earned in my life would be to buy the best cigarettes and the best lighter for my father.

At that time, the firelight from the lighter became the brightest and most beautiful light. A 600-word essay on the topic of lighting

Lighting Night, like a huge and boundless black curtain, hangs over my head.

The stars in the sky last night have disappeared, and only a crescent moon hangs alone in the sky.

The air seemed to have solidified, and on the quiet road there were only the sound of my footsteps and the chirping of crickets from time to time.

Unknowingly, I quickened my pace, felt chills, and my palms holding my schoolbag became sweaty.

"Huh--" A gust of wind blew by, and the long-dried leaves of the trees fell down with the wind, making bursts of noise.

"Meow-".

Suddenly, a miserable cat meow broke the silence of the night.

Scenes of terrible scenes could not help but emerge in my mind.

I often hear my classmates say that hearing a cat meowing at night is a bad sign. My heart shrinks, "Ah!" I stumbled under my feet, and my heart skipped a beat. The child raised his throat and looked down. Alas, it turned out that he was walking in a hurry and accidentally hit a stone.

The moment I looked up, a beam of light penetrated the darkness and illuminated my fearful heart.

I slowed down and no longer felt afraid. Safety and warmth surrounded me, because I knew that it must have been lit by my mother.

Mother's love is like a warm spring breeze blowing through my heart, making all the fears in my heart go away.

The moonlight has become as gentle and clear as water, and the yellow leaves are like naughty children, riding the cool breeze, swirling, and kissing the earth... When I arrived at the door of my house, I gently Pushing the door open and closing it slowly, "You're back! There's hot porridge on the stove in the kitchen, and a few steamed buns for you in the pot. Go eat them while they're hot!" As soon as I turned around, my mother was already there He walked out of the house and said, "Come on, give me your schoolbag, go and eat quickly!" "Why haven't you gone to bed yet? Aren't you going to get up early tomorrow?" "It's okay, I'll wait for you. It's so dark, I'm afraid You're afraid.

"(Article Reading Network: sanwen) "——" I didn't know what to say for a moment. I just felt a warm current slowly immersing myself in my body, and my eyes were actually a little moist.

Looking at my mother’s white hair that has climbed up early, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

Every night, with that orange light, I always carry a bag full of happiness and go home relaxed and happy.

Postscript: For more than a thousand days after wearing the moon, that light has become my indispensable support.

It’s like a cup of warm tea in the cold night wind. If you have dry lips and mouth, you can’t wait to drink it. Your whole body will be warm, and the fragrance will float from your lips and teeth. I will never experience that feeling in my life. Will not forget.

... Composition 600 on the topic of lights

When we talk about the word "light", we can't help but think of a lot.

Whenever night falls, the world is brightly lit.

There are neon lights, incandescent lights, street lights... there are many kinds of lights, they can be seen everywhere, and lights are closely related to our lives.

It releases its energy unlimitedly and always guides us in the darkness. This is the light in our lives.

However, there is a kind of light that surpasses all other things and guides us invisibly.

This lamp is virtue.

I remember reading "The Garden of Virtue" written by Xiaoling Dingdang before, and I was deeply moved. It describes ten fairies, and each fairy has a story that makes people cry. These ten stories It deeply explains kindness, honesty, courage, humility, hard work, respect, responsibility, self-discipline, tolerance and perseverance.

Because of its virtues, fairies have saved the fairy family from many disasters.

It can be seen how important virtue is.

Even if you look like a wild goose, wear a fashionable outfit, and walk in the streets with thick makeup, you will only attract the brief attention of a small number of people; even if you look ugly and dress simply, but On the street, if you help an old man cross the road and help his injured little brother, then the old man and the little brother will have a deep impression in their hearts. The old man must be praising our new generation, and the little brother may be because of you. help others, and they will also learn from you to help others.

If a person has no virtue, then his soul has no value. He is just like a beast walking in the world, just a shell, and his heart is empty.

No matter how much material wealth you have, it is all in vain. It will eventually be used up.

Furthermore, wealth is only temporary, but virtue is endless. It is wealth that transcends space. If you have virtue, you have everything.

If a country loses its virtue, it will perish; if a person loses its virtue, it will fall.

Light up the virtue lamp in your heart, let yourself light up, and let the world be filled with light, love and harmony.

In life, people often show overzealous concern for people and things related to them. Maybe you pay attention to popular clothing styles, see their fabrics and value; whether your family’s money and food reserves can pass the time , or live a prosperous life, go to hotels to look for delicacies from the mountains and seas, and eat and drink from all over the world; or pay attention to nutrition, or pay attention to how to eat properly to prolong life.

Maybe you are more concerned about the size of the house, the height of the floor, the feng shui of the house, and whether it can make you live comfortably and peacefully; maybe you often go out, and you mostly consider whether the road is smooth, whether the work is comfortable, and whether you have achieved anything today. A big achievement.

Have you become the envy of others? There are really too many to mention.

However, when you see on TV or hear on the radio that many provinces and regions in the south are experiencing heavy snowfall and freezing rain, causing houses to collapse, electronic equipment to be damaged, and traffic to be impassable, many victims are in urgent need of shelter from the cold. Objects, food that wraps your belly...how do you feel at this time? When you hear the "5.12" Wenchuan earthquake, which caused a large number of mountain collapses and mudslides to cover homes, many lives were heard under the ruins and broken walls, and there were miserable wails, ***, calling for help.

Have you followed? Are you excited? Is your heart trembling? Heartbroken? For a moment, maybe we were shocked by all the sudden disasters before us and felt worried, dazed, and at a loss; maybe we once had longing for a better future, but now we find that all planned happy lives, grand blueprints, and lofty pursuits are like beauty. Like a soap bubble, it burst, making people feel like they fell from a beautiful paradise into eighteen levels of hell.

If we extinguish the fire of our ideals and lose the courage to fight, then mankind may be on the road to destruction.

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