Essay on the night of a power outage about 600 words to snap! The power went out for the beginning o

One dark night, I was watching TV with relish, when suddenly, the TV "banged" off, and the lights that were turned on were also turned off. Many residents in the building shouted, "There's a power outage, there's a power outage!"

I fumbled in the darkness until I finally found a candle, which I lit and was about to go back to my bedroom to sleep. This is my mother coming over and saying, "My aunt next door just moved in today, I don't know that we often have power outages here, and we may not have prepared candles, so you can send her over!"

After that, my mother gave me two candles. It's so late, I can't see my fingers outside, what if I fall! I was about to say no, but then I thought:

If the aunt next door doesn't have candles, it would be inconvenient, anyway, we are all neighbors, and it would be a good thing to help a lot.

I took the candle and walked out of the house. "Tuk Tuk" I knocked on the door quietly, very nervous: will this aunt have a strange temper, will she drive me out when she opens the door?

I held my little hands behind my back, and my heart was beating like a bunny. "Who? There was a voice coming from inside the door.

"The door opened." I saw that the aunt was cleaning up the room. "Auntie, do you have candles at home?

I asked in a whisper. The aunt was stunned for a moment, her eyes rolling in her eyes, and her brows furrowed, as if she was thinking about something. I think:

Does my aunt think I'm here to borrow candles? I was about to take out the candles, and my aunt spoke: "It's unfortunate, Auntie just moved here and didn't prepare candles."

After speaking, she frowned, and was about to close the door, and gently spit out the word "cut" in her mouth.

I hurriedly put my hand against the door, held the two candles high, and said, "Auntie, look, my mother asked me to send them, we were afraid that you would not have candles and it would be inconvenient for you to move, so we sent them to you." "My aunt looked into my eyes as if she had seen an alien, her eyes widened.

Then she leaned limply against the door, her hands covering her face, not daring to look at me.

My aunt and I went home after a good night night.

The night of the power outage, it ......

I'm writing my homework ......The lights flickered and flickered ......I'm terrified ......I thought it was a ghost ......"Cila" ......The whole building is pitch black ......I thought about ......How to write homework ...... when the power goes outThe main thing is that I still have to watch TV ......I rummaged through ......Found a small candle ......This is ......I learned about the benefits of electric light TVs ......I won't waste electricity again......

= Add a little bit yourself, and that's about it.

I'm a sophomore in junior high school, so I can say that if they all write like you, no one else will bother to read it.

I'm a freshman in junior high school, and I'm also writing these essays, and I'm writing "How to Fly a Kite" and "The Night the Power Went Out."

You just write, one night, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, the lamp went out, and the room was instantly dark, and I rushed to the living room in fear to find that the whole family was dark. I know, there's a power outage.

Then my mother didn't know how to find a candle there, and as a result, I found that there was no lighter at home, so I went to the supermarket downstairs in the community to buy a lighter. I found that the downstairs was full of people, after all, it was summer, and as soon as the power went out, people came out. And then there were.

Some. Some. And there are.

And then you're pulling a little bit and that's pretty much it.

Ahem, I want to be crooked.

The night of the power outage.

The night of the blackout, I finished writing.

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Tapping on the keyboard. It's been seven days, and we've been spending it like this since we got home from work, and I've been watching the electricity.

See, he plays with the computer; I use the computer, he watches TV, pays no attention to each other, and even eats.

We are in the Cold War, and the reason is really unclear. Seven days, n times cold in the past three years of marriage.

The longest battle in the world.

I finally managed to get through to the start of my favorite TV series, but suddenly the power went out, and it was dark in the middle room.

It was surprisingly quiet. I was half-lying on the couch, he was still sitting at the computer, and we were quiet.

Listening to each other's breathing, they all hope that the other person will make a sound and make a move. Somehow, it occurred to me that he would come up and take my hand, or say a nice word of coaxing, as he had done before.

Coax me, and then we'll get back together. But he didn't. So, all the resentment.

I blamed myself for being blind in my heart over and over again, and I silently recited again and again:

I want a divorce. I couldn't stand the torture and slammed the door in a rage.

With the loud bang of the security door, I stood in the dark corridor on the fifth floor, I didn't.

I was able to turn back, so I walked down with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and when I went down to the third floor, suddenly.

With a stumbling bang, I grabbed the dirty handrail of the staircase so I didn't fall. Many.

What a similarity, the scene of my first acquaintance with him six years ago appeared in front of my eyes again, and my tears were repeated.

I can't stop it.

When I was a sophomore, I went to the library on a weekend to read a book, and I also had a power outage.

The museum was on the fourth floor, so I walked down with the crowd of people in twos and threes. Suddenly, a stumble.

Instinctively, I grabbed the arm of the man closest to me ——— from there.

They never separated again. Somehow, my pain was overwhelmed by bits and pieces of happy memories from before.

No, I began to blame myself, why am I so stubborn and willful? Is our marriage.

It's really like the book says: when you are in love, you are infatuated, and the other party's weaknesses, shortcomings and mistakes are all.

I can't see, or even close my eyes; And after getting married, they opened their eyes wide to each other.

All the nitpicking and accusations are endless, causing the emotional rift between the husband and wife to deepen day by day, and finally they are unhappy.

Scatter? At this moment, a familiar sound of footsteps sounded, accompanied by the flickering candlelight. I saw his hand.

Take the candle and walk down the stairs step by step, and walk towards me, "You are most afraid of going downstairs in the dark, I don't worry, so."

Take my ......"My heart was pounding, we were staring at each other, he stretched out his arm to me, me.

Hesitated for a moment, and clung to it. The candlelight went out, and he took me on my downward spiral, firm and steady, just like it had been a few years ago.

Thank you for this blackout night and let us relive the good times when we were in love.

and the bits and pieces of those years that have passed; Thanks for this blackout night and for making us even more.

Cherish this ordinary life now, and understand that mutual respect, tolerance and understanding are the only marriages. True meaning.