What kind of night essay for junior high school

What a quiet night. I love nights, especially sunny nights like today.

The stars are dotted, like sapphires, blinking mischievously in the deep night sky. All things fell into a deep sleep, and the moon gently covered them with a thin silver quilt, smiling at their sleeping faces. The trees swayed gently, as if they had drunk too much of this intoxicating moonshine wine, drunk and hazy enjoying the breeze and enjoying the gentle moonlight.

The massive building was shrouded in darkness like a ferocious beast hiding in the dense forest. The lamps on the side of the road gave a dim glow, shining on the stone-paved path, and the light of the street lamps was dim compared with the bright, gentle moonlight, so the street lamps stood there with their eyes closed and recuperated, as if they wanted to recuperate their spirits and compete with the moonlight.

In this quiet night, everything is in a sweet sleep, without the hustle and bustle of the day. At this moment, I feel that this world is so quiet and pure, and I can calm down and appreciate another beauty of nature - pure, unblemished beauty.

I love this quiet night, I love this quiet and free night. I can let my mind run wild at will, from admiring the moonlight to praising nature, from imagining the future to talking about the ideals of life. Without the restraint of my parents, without the guidance of my teachers, I can show my true self on this stage, without the curious eyes of strangers making my cheeks burn, without the expectant gaze of my mother making me feel pressured, and without the stern gaze of teachers making me feel timid and afraid... Oh, this beautiful silent night, my silent night...

Suddenly, I saw a few little insects jumping on the gravel path, and they must have been cheering for the beauty of the night, right? I can't help but think of a poem by Li Bai: Lushui is pure and the moon is clear, and the moon understands the heron flying. How many wonderful reveries can a beautiful moonlit night give people!

Oh, this beautiful, moonlit silent night.

What a beautiful night. Night, darkness envelops everything, as if it wants to swallow everything. The stars shine brightly, but how can they drive out the darkness?

The little insects whispered, as if to indict the darkness, but who could hear them whispering? I groped in the dark and couldn't find my way. Confused, hateful.

During the day, it's the opposite. Bright, yearning. Every time it was night, I longed for the light of day. Every time I get to the day, I cherish it very much, cherish the short-lived light.

However, when I think about it from a different perspective, the night is still beautiful.

Hazy and blurry, it is the color of the night; The dark fragrance is far away, the fragrance of the night; The chirping of cicadas and insects is the language of the night; "The mountains and rivers show the frost at night", which is the poem of the night; "Chang'e to the Moon" is the story of the night; "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is the melody of the night; "Night in the Mountains" is a picture scroll of the night.

I don't have to care what others think of me when I roam in the dark, I can be my true self, release myself, and free myself. The unreachability of the night is the beauty of the night, and the accessibility of the night is also the charm of the night. The night is so unfathomable and mysterious.

The mysterious night can be seen, smelled, heard, read, and tasted, full of romance and poetry.

Although the light of the stars is very weak, they still have to give their light to others. They are always so selfless, the day the star falls, their light is also exhausted, but the day before, they still have to give all the light to those who need it. Isn't this kind of spirit only admirable?

Little bugs, they screamed as hard as they could, complaining about the darkness. Although their strength is minimal, they still hold on, even if their throats are hoarse. Aren't they admirable?

The cold wind, the faint moon, and the shadows of the trees are the main theme of the night. In the quiet moonlit night, listen to the frogs and cicadas, look at the twinkling stars, and feel the charm of nature!

It was the rhyme of the night that made me understand that the beauty and ugliness of things are determined by my perspective. There is no absolute boundary between the beauty and ugliness of things. Maybe some food is ugly in the eyes of others, but if you change the angle and appreciate it, then it will become very beautiful.

It turned out to be so dark in my eyes, but when I look at it from a different angle, it is full of charm. That's why Robinson can survive on a desert island and why Grandma Bingxin can live to be 99 years old.

Feel the charm of the night! Feel the beauty of life! Open your heart and open your mind!

It was a rainy night, and I remember having a pitiful dollar in my pocket, which I held tightly in my hand and put my other hand on my head to shield myself from the rain. I never thought it would rain so hard tonight. The idea of walking back is shattered, but how can I take one yuan home?

How can I keep my hands at bay from such a heavy rain? I can't help it, just sit here and wait! I sat under one roof, watching the tricycles coming and going, and I wanted to reach out and call a tricycle!

Can be ......From: Essay Daquan "Little sister, why sit there, come up! "When I looked ahead, I vaguely saw a black-faced uncle waving to me.

If I had money in my pocket now, I would have gone up to negotiate with him, but no matter how I talked about it, I couldn't talk about it to the point of one yuan! When the uncle saw that I didn't react, he ran up to me, speaking Mandarin that he didn't know very well, and he looked like a working person. "Why don't you go home in such a heavy rain?

What are you doing sitting here? "I don't dare, I'm afraid that if I tell my uncle that I only have one dollar, he will turn around and leave, as is usually the case with tricycle drivers. "Speak!

Why don't you speak? Uncle's words interrupted my train of thought, and looking at the rain, I was afraid that he would not be able to wait to leave. He began to speak

Uncle, I want to take home, but I can't ......I ......No money. After saying this, my face suddenly burned, I didn't know what would happen to my uncle, I just waited quietly for my uncle to speak. The uncle hesitated for a while, and finally spoke:

Little sister, you don't have any money! It's okay, come on! On this rainy day, no one pays attention to you, no money, no money!

I thought I had misheard. "Uncle, I don't have any money! "I shouted so loudly this time, Uncle must have heard me clearly.

Come up! I'll send you! Looking at the uncle's dark face, tears ran out, why did this uncle, who had never met before, help me like this?

He's just a coachman! That's the only way he can make money! How much does he have to ride for those three dollars?

How much time does it take? What's more, it's a rainy day! I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes as I walked to the tricycle.

Sitting on the tricycle, the rain still ran inside, although the whole body was raining, but my heart was still full of gratitude to my uncle! The uncle was riding in the direction of home, it was already winter, but the sweat and rain soaked the ...... of the uncle's clothesUncle, I hope you can ride slower, let me look at you one more time, and remember your swarthy face! When I got home, I handed the yuan to my uncle, but the uncle pushed his hand, touched my head, and said:

Take it, save it, uncle is not short of this yuan! "Uncle......"The tears that I just stopped flowed again, uncle, thank you.

You can write about family affection, such as when your mother brings you a cup of chrysanthemum tea when you are upset, so as to recall and describe what happened between you and your mother.