Patterned materials for lighting

Flowers have their own souls and lights in their hearts. As soon as the light is on, it will be very happy. The stream has its own track and its own light. As soon as the light is turned on, it will set off some waves and run bravely forward.

Light the lamp in your heart, it will tell you the right direction; Light the lamp in your heart, it will tell you the direction of progress; Light the heart lamp and it will tell you that the road is full of thorns.

Lighting the lamp in my heart, I seem to see Beethoven's eager eyes, as if I saw Helen. Keller's frustrated body, although all the misfortunes fell on his shoulders, did not abandon his lofty aspirations like the world, but actively lit the lamp in his heart. From then on, Beethoven had a destiny and fought against it to the end. Helen. Keller has the exciting expectation of "If you give me three days of light". Behind their success, there is struggle, and struggle is the lamp that lights the soul!

Light the lamp of the soul, isn't it to light hope?

The moonlight is always hazy on a promising night, the sun always rises on a promising morning, and people always start their struggle where there is hope.

If Confucius had put out the lamp of the soul when he was short of food and clothing, Chunqiu would not have been circulated in the world. If Xibomei gave up the opportunity to light the lamp of the soul under the influence of the king of Chu, then the Book of Changes might not be known; If Sun Bin had blown out the lamp of the soul without kneecaps, Sun Tzu's Art of War, which is now all-powerful in the business world, might have been buried long ago. A composition about light

Lighting the lamp of the soul is not to give birth to a sigh of eternal ups and downs, but to learn the dedication of flowers. "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but to protect them by turning them into spring mud"; Is to have the belief that "one day I will climb the long wind and break the huge waves, and hang Yun Fan directly to send it to the sea"; It is also necessary to have Tagore's moral integrity that "life is as bright as spring flowers and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves".

After the great movement stops, it is the accumulation and surge of strength. After this short pause, the essence of the whole chapter will burst out. Life is like a sport. What remains is not the bottomless darkness after the end of the road, but the haze before dawn. Let's light the lamp in our hearts, dispel the haze and move forward bravely.

When we were young, we talked about the ideal, that is, to be a scientist, because we think that scientists symbolize infinite wisdom. When I get older, I hope to be a teacher, because teachers are worthy of learning and respecting the composition about light.

Ideal is our lamp! Light the lamp of ideal, and we will have the courage to advance. No matter how strong the wind is,

No matter how heavy the rain is, we can go forward against it. In the long journey of life, we will lose a lot of things, but I always hold my ideals tightly in my arms and stick them in my heart.

Now that I have grown up, my ideal is becoming clearer and clearer. For life, everyone has different pursuits, and the ideal does not have to be great. I hope I can excel in my post and try my best to repay my parents' hard work and give them a better life. I hope my family is proud of my success. Happiness. & gt This is my ideal, very ordinary, but not humble.

Only by struggling, only by struggling, will the lamp of ideal bloom with gorgeous colors, which can not only illuminate itself, but also warm others. Children living in our time all know the story of The Ugly Duckling: How strong persistence and hard work it takes to become a swan, and nothing can easily stop us! I will fight to the end to realize my ideal, and no amount of twists and turns and pain can stop my progress. No one's life is smooth sailing, and I believe my efforts will be rewarded by fate.

Light a lamp for yourself. When you can't find your way in life, light a lamp for yourself. When you encounter temporary failure, think about your ideal and you will have the courage to face failure. Light a lamp for yourself. When you are afraid of the darkness ahead, think of the lamp in your heart, which will always illuminate you.

The past time is gone forever. I have lit a bright light for my future life. It guides me to struggle and create. Nobody can help me. I have no choice but to fight for my ideal. For me, no ideal means no dawn. Looking back at those who have worked hard for the ideal, I feel a sense of admiration in my heart and have strengthened my belief. Like them, I will water the gorgeous flowers in my life with my heart.

The road of life, because of this lamp, is no longer dark, life, because of this lamp, is no longer monotonous, no longer dark, no longer far, no longer difficult to walk, and we will not be timid! Our youth will be more exciting because of our ideals, so light the ideal lamp for yourself!

When the morning sun penetrates the fog that covers the earth, the day begins. Dewdrops attached to the grass are particularly dazzling because of the sunlight; Trees bathed in sunshine are particularly comfortable and cozy.

I came to the park early to feel the breath of nature. Ah, what a vibrant scene. The trees on both sides swayed with the wind, and then a leaf fell like a flying green butterfly. The grass under the tree also shook its head because of the wind. Walking to the square, someone is dancing; Someone is playing Tai Chi; Someone is practicing sword. How colorful it is! What attracted me most, however, was the grandfather who wrote calligraphy.

A closer look shows that the old man is blue, with a pair of sunglasses on his high nose, and "Four Treasures of the Study" is neatly placed on the table. Suddenly, an uncle invited grandpa to write a word "Fu" for him. I saw the old man spread the paper flat on the table, and then groped for it with his hands, as if looking for a place to write. After a while, my hand stopped and a smile appeared on my mouth. Then he began to write. Grandpa wrote very seriously, horizontally and vertically, as if all the blessings were integrated into the word "Fu". Just as I was immersed in this scene, suddenly a crisp voice made me come to my senses.

"Mom, why is that old man wearing those black-rimmed glasses?" The little girl pointed to the grandfather and said innocently.

"Daughter, my mother can only tell you that Grandpa can't see anything."

"The old man is not very poor, he can only live in the dark."

"Maybe."

Not only I heard their conversation, but also my grandfather heard it. After he put down his pen gently, he found them in the direction of the sound. Grandpa stroked the little girl's head and said, "Although I can't see anything, my heart is bright." . Because I lit the lamp in my heart, which made me live a wonderful life. "Suddenly, applause spread all over the park. The little girl nodded, puzzled.

Yes, let's light the lights in our hearts and live a better life together.

Light Composition (2): Sunshine Composition

A composition about sunshine

Classification of articles in Sunshine → Articles, Proses, Poems and Novels

List of compositions about sunshine

Yin Shin Author: Xin Yang *** 225 people have read 20 10- 12-29. I look at the blue sky in luxury, and you will wave your wings beside the white clouds. I stared at the starry sky. You are the cleverest one. When the night sky is quiet and dark, I can't find the direction I want to see. Pencil lines are simple and moist. Perhaps the bustling fingertips choose to haunt you, but the sunshine chooses.

Spring sunshine, spring sunshine, composition of sunshine: Wu. From *** 1495 people have read 2009-04- 15, and the sunshine has lengthened the hurried appearance of a foreign street. The dream of crowded vehicles running through summer, autumn and winter seems to be a turn, walking around early and gently blowing away the clothes in the summer of 2009. I always thought that the sun would only bring bright sunshine and be as warm as flowers in the first spring.

Write to me, write to me, miss me: Yuan Er *** 3738 people have read 2009-04- 16. The dazzling sunshine shines on me with a little maltose-like sweetness. The golden sunshine emits a hazy halo as if riding the sunshine to a beautiful paradise, slowly closing my eyes and raising my face, listening to the secrets of flowers with my soul.

Recalling the Star Author: Yi * * * 9 people have read 2010-0/-19. The unscrupulous sunshine of the sun permeates the meridians and branches of the earth, but the notes have not weakened. Nostalgic cells are fixed on a few stars, remembering the lost glory. What makes my heart tremble, and at this moment? . . . .

Holding a warm sunshine smile Author: Shen Zhou * * * 3,990 people read 20/kloc-0-06-28, thinking of Alan Tam's The Man Who Loves Laughing Most, I want to end with a lyric in it, and I also want to give this lyric to you who like it, and to yourself who likes it: I am determined to be the one who loves laughing most and encourage every extraordinary dream!

Heartbroken with the wind Author: Wandering Wind *** 5936 people have seen the feelings that passed away on April 8, 2009, like a handwritten letter, passing around until it falls into someone's hands; Frozen love, like a glass of white wine, is waiting for the day of Kaifeng; A heart broken with the wind, like a fallen leaf, is floating, expecting a warm embrace. —— Preface Campus Alley, in that quiet section, the sunshine is like a poor person who has been shut out, with only a few eyes.

People on the Journey Author: Yi Xin *** 44 people have read 20 10-08- 10 prairie in the morning, the sun just came out. There are sheep passing by, and the golden sunshine gently puts a golden halo on each sheep. Everything in the morning is quiet and beautiful. The air is moist and fresh. The sky is so blue, just like the quiet sea in October. The sacred grassland shocked me at this moment, and I was deeply intoxicated by it. I left it in the Woods.

Eleven, eleven, Author: Wait, one person *** 873 people have read 2009-05-30 part 1 1, that's all. Go out alone

Even the sunshine is so dazzling. The tree is still yellow, the wind is still bleak, and at this moment.

It's very cold.

I'm shivering with cold. I came across a song. The lyrics are so clear that I miss you.

Day after day, I am lonely, but I still haven't changed, and I don't know why I want to die again.

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Beige Sunshine Author: I * * * People who care about me 76 1 Read 2009-07-2 1. Decided that there will always be passing by when walking.

Quiet love, quiet love, isn't it a kind of beauty? Author: Uncle Lin *** 27 167 people have read 2009-08-26 in the faint morning, near Gua Tian by the bridge, the voice of the stream slowly sang. The soft fragrance quietly swept over the edge of the treetops with the wind, blowing off a few scattered flowers and quietly attaching them to her light-colored skirt. She doesn't seem to feel the flowers at all, just like sleeping there. At this time, the embellishment of red petals,

Lonely night after parting Author: Star Airlines 3 *** 547 people have seen it, another lonely night on June 30, 2009. There are no sparrows with big mouths outside the window, only faint shadows and faint moonlight. Everything that put me to sleep made me lose my passion for life and my persistence in pursuing truth. Lying in bed, I think of the scenes I used to be with you, and the scenes reappear in front of me. The time I spent with you is full of laughter. I like it.

Life is like "I want to fall from the tree". Life is like a tree. Author: Xiao Xue *** 2453 people have read 2009-08-05, someone is injured, right? Friends and netizens around me always tell me

I'm hurt and heartbroken. I want to help you more.

Let you see the sunshine on earth! But ... why? I can't convince myself? I once wrote in my diary: Life is not like a dream.

Because it's not true ... life is not like a mystery.

Because it is too popular to understand ... life is not playing chess.

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Dandelion seed author: Blue Point *** 9798 people read on March 26th, 2009.

What should be warm and what should be gone. Forget what should be forgotten and remember what should be remembered. Happiness should be happy, and misfortune will disappear in happiness and forgetting. —— Inscription When eating at noon, the sun is shining and I feel very warm. Passing by the roadside, I saw dandelions. Think of the article I read about dandelion when I was a child. I just forgot the name of the article. See yang

The endless pursuit of life is not limited to the author: Zhiyu Jian Jin *** 84 people have read 2008-08-27, and the endless pursuit of life is not limited to the wind. What an old metaphor. You may sigh that it came in a hurry and left in the sunny spring I pursued.

In a hurry, without trace. But I have waded through mountains and rivers, looking for gold and sand in history, looking for its true meaning: burning its brilliant peach blossom;

In the hot summer, I am looking for endless blue lotus leaves, reflecting different sunshine.

Yellow River Style Author: Dream and Charm *** 75 people read 2008-06- 15 You are from Liu Yin, and spring breeze is your skirt? ; You run to the bank of the Yellow River, and the bright sunshine is your smile; Looking back under the green umbrella, long hair is your tenderness. Even if we never see each other again in this life, we once had a peach blossom face. The spring breeze in March embraces the speeding train, and you travel through the time and space of memory. Chrysanthemum in Kaifeng adds fragrance to tea in September and peony in Luoyang in April.

Stay together without regret-composition on sunshine: Song of Xiaoxi * * 5309 people have read 2009-08- 18. The warm sunshine kisses our faces and stretches. Ah, it's dawn. He's sitting next to me. "We are looking for it in the vast sea of people. . . . . . . "He showed off his words and criticized himself and his children for finding me. I smiled, on my forehead, in my heart.

Eternal Author: Huang Jingyi as *** 103 People read the sky in 2008- 12- 10, blue and hazy flowers are blooming, and my heart silently calls them into bubbles. In the sun, the wind blew through her hair and kissed her cheek. After I got familiar with them, the strange back was tender, my heart and hands were connected, and I stood there quietly touching.

Who is it? Slowly approaching, and gradually moving away, holding hands, the heart is in harmony.

After forgetting, I am happy. Author: Bloody nine-tailed fox *** 0 people have read 20 10-07- 14. I remember Xue Xiaoyang once told me that when you stand on the edge of the cliff and look down at the clouds piled up in the rift valley, you think of the starry sky covered with white sunshine and the innocent smile of the young man. You said: everyone knows the scenery under the fault, but no one has ever jumped. The road to Peter's world is isolated by a thick sea of clouds. An ancient magic book.

Touching articles: written for young students to convey teachers' feelings. . . Touching articles: written for young students to convey teachers' feelings. . . Author: Poet in Moonlight *** 8869 people have read 2009-09-20. It is another sunny morning outside the window, and the breeze is singing softly.

Birds are flying in the dense forest. Not far away, flowers are dancing cutely, and there is a faint fragrance. On such a warm and poetic day, my thoughts and feelings are slowly sublimating, and I have a lot to tell my dear young students gently. . . Student, I want to tell you a composition about light gently.

My troubles author: Tao Ran *** 12 16 people have read 20 10-06- 17. I am a seed sleeping in the deep soil, but I am afraid of the darkness after the sunshine and warm brilliance leave. I am a bird living in the depths of white clouds, but I am afraid of the blue sky and the loneliness of the blue sky covered by dark clouds. I am a fish swimming in a trickling lake and stream, but I am afraid of it.

Catkin, catkin, flying into the flowers Author: Chen Shilong *** 97 people have read the miracle of June 7, 2008, which is really a miracle! It's so beautiful that people seem to be in a fairy tale world! The spring in April makes people itch, and the blood seems to be boiling, so that even the rigid and quiet people can't help going out for an outing. Compared with last year, this year's spring seems to have come a little later and a little longer. But it is the sunshine in this spring that always makes people involuntarily.

A ray of sunshine Author: Yan Yixue *** 1988 Some people have read 20 10-02- 10 a simple and fresh poem to express their depression. . .

The years are quiet. Author: The Voice of the Sea *** 128 people have read 2008-06- 16. A ray of sunshine inadvertently fell in from the long-unwashed glass window and lit up the small room.

The original snow-white wall is now colorful and abstractly exudes artistic atmosphere. There are some clothes hanging in the wardrobe standing against the wall, all of which are goods of more than ten dollars. The computer on the table next to me is still on, complaining about my homework silently all night.

Afternoon tea author: Love decadent *** 19 people have read 20 10-07-27. In the sunny afternoon, holding a cup of tea for two or three hours, you will have a soft mood. Or holding a random book, you must be free enough, short enough, comfortable enough, beautiful enough, big enough, turn pages without turning pages, and occasionally take a look at pedestrians passing by the window; Or chat with two or three friends, which is trivial enough, gossiping enough and relaxing enough.

Missing Heart Author: Dreaming *** 1078 people have read 2009-08-06. Recently, I always feel empty in my heart, and there is a kind of inexplicable blue melancholy. I often advise others that tomorrow is another day, and we can bathe in new sunshine and breathe new air, so it is time to abandon all the old things, turn them into dust and start a new journey from the beginning. Unfortunately, I am the last person who can't do this. I'm trying to find what I lack in my heart.

Facing parting Author: Wu Tongyu @ Butterfly Dance *** 3680 people have read 2009-05-0 1

I have no way out but to keep going ~ ~ ~ Who supported me ~ ~ I don't know, maybe there is sunshine in my heart, you are my only best friend, and we have had a happy time for more than ten years. I don't know what you were thinking when you were about to leave, although sometimes you would give it to me.

Flowers were blooming at that time-looking for a composition about sunshine-looking for a composition about sunshine at that time. Author: Jiang Jiang *** 33 people have read February 2009-10. Little dust is the childish font on your blackboard ... this is chalk crumbs dancing with the sun. I smiled seriously ... quarreled with them in a friendly way ... I don't remember any teacher who said we were as happy as dust ... I think he or she is a poet.

On the other side of the wall Author: Night Rain in LAM Raymond *** 1056 people have read 2009-0 1-20. The light left on the tip of the tongue and the power of raindrops pass through my body and soul in the wind and sunshine, and rush to the original source of love. Escape from the direction of time flow with the most beautiful hope in your heart. Returning to the other shore with roses, bees and girls, I found it. Love is surrounded by an impenetrable wall.

Sad Author: Riel *** 884 people have read 2008- 1 1-22. I know sadness, like sad places, like beautiful hovering when leaves fall, like the end of lily withering, like autumn leaves not floating in spring, our heart is hers.

Just as the sunshine in summer can't reach the snowflakes in winter, it depicts sadness as a beautiful poem that is difficult to understand.

Appreciation of Love Poems (7) Author: Hua's "Poems Read" 2008-06- 19 on * * *. On the hillside, she fell asleep in the shade, and on the treetop, it was written that summer was sending blue sky to the midday news girl. She fell asleep under the tree, threw the sickle at the cool wind around her and teased the green grass. The mountain songs sent by the stream were taken to her by tits, and

You are very naughty. Author: Bubu *** has been read by 662 people, 2009- 1 1-30. You are very naughty. The sun crept in from the window. You sleep quietly like a child. Thank you for accompanying me all the way, which makes me feel that there is still a trace of warm friendship. You are very naughty. The sunshine slipped out of the window. The night in December comes quickly. I seem to see tears falling from my eyes.