Excellent lighting composition

In our usual study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is an excellent lighting composition that I arranged for you. Welcome to share.

Excellent lighting composition 1 In people's hearts, the sun never sets, and their hearts are always full of sunshine, hope and happiness.

In life, there are good times and bad times; There are successes and failures. If you feel that life is full of hope, you will cheer up and stick to it; If you think that life is such a dark world, you will go to despair and stagnate.

Although Helen Keller was blind and unable to walk, she lived in a wheelchair all her life and was deaf. But she has a patient and considerate mentor: Ann Sullivan. Ann Sullivan's arrival brought a ray of bright sunshine to Helen's dark world.

In the dark, I used to have warm light-

During the Spring Festival, we went to the mountains to watch the dragon dance performance. The dragon dancer holds the golden dragon. After walking around the field like running water, I slowly accelerated my pace and then walked faster and faster. Jinlong seems to be alive, constantly reversing and jumping in mid-air, and then soaring. The crowd suddenly burst into a flood of applause and applause, one after another, for a long time without stopping. After the performance, the dragon dance crowd and audience came down the mountain in a mighty way. I am very excited to walk at the front of the line. Walking, the noisy noise seems to have disappeared. I was surprised and looked back, ah! The crowd really disappeared.

I secretly blame myself: I blame myself for walking ahead, but I got lost. I didn't mean to look down: it's five o'clock! It was getting dark, and suddenly I remembered that the weather forecast also said that there would be moderate to heavy rain tonight. Thought of here, I am more anxious. But I haven't been to this mountain a few years ago, and I don't know the way. After much deliberation, I think it is the best way to find the way back quickly. So, I walked back bit by bit along the path where the fireworks fell.

God, it's getting dark.

I walked on the bumpy mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Suddenly, a silent lightning struck. I think someone must have come to see me. I shouted in surprise: "I am here! I am here! " The man was shocked and immediately shouted, "Found it!" So she came up to me with a flashlight. Then he smiled and said to me, "there you are!" We have been looking for you for a long time! "

"So you are-"

"hi. I am your neighbor opposite. "

"Oh. Thank you. "

"Thank what. Well, hurry back. " I followed her, followed the torch light and walked out of the mountain.

I didn't know until I got home that more than a dozen people had come to me together. This kind of friendship that helps each other is really valuable.

On the dark mountain road, the light that guides me out of the mountain not only illuminates the road, but also illuminates my heart.

That light is also the sunshine that illuminates my heart.

Excellent lighting composition 2 On a dark night, there are bright lights and flashing words here.

Because of something at home, I asked for leave from school and didn't go back to school until evening. I found the wonders of my alma mater because I came late. In this cold winter night, my heart is warm, which is the charm of street lamps.

This street lamp is accompanied by my alma mater, a rural high school. Most students come from the surrounding countryside. Our parents stood on the ridge and looked at the school through the green crops. We students, relying on the auspicious cloud of Zhang greatly's red admission notice, comforted the quiet campus and started our difficult and hopeful life journey.

Because I found the beauty of the campus, I didn't rush into the campus, but let my father take me around the garden wall by bike, throwing my curiosity to the hot street lamp.

In the early winter night, the village went to sleep early with the sunset, but the campus was really lively, with no signs of depression, full of layers of lights and warmth, and even whistles.

Teachers, pacing out of the campus, came to the fields for a walk, chatting while walking, laughing endlessly. Contrary to the rigor of the classroom, this can be regarded as the outer ring of the school, the fields on both sides of the road, and the crops have been harvested, leaving a group of withered grass, a quiet and idyllic sky, looking forward to next spring.

Entering the campus, the main road illuminated by lights is crowded with people, not students, but students in the classroom, fighting with textbooks and study materials. Parents are the mainstay of walking. The huge campus has become the world of accompanying parents. This is the time when school starts. Parents like to walk into the campus and walk around the teaching building and playground.

On campus, the main road connects two ring roads, one around the teaching building, which is a newly-built asphalt road. Under the illumination of street lamps, parents are closer to their children and closer to their hopes. There is also an inner ring, which is the runway of the school playground. Groups of sports students run and exercise there, and all kinds of whistles and musical instruments are heard. Several lights like the sun make the playground look like daytime.

If you can get on the plane and watch from the air, you can understand the lighting layout of our school: around the campus, there are four double street lamps that radiate heat outside the school, which are guest lamps that attract students and parents around; On campus, there are two rings on both sides of the main road, one is the teaching building light ring, and the other is the runway light ring. The double-row lights on the main road are written with a big word "one", which is the oath of students; The teaching building light ring and the runway light ring are two big "zeros". These lights seem to say "100%", which is a hope for students and a blessing for every student. I hope we can get satisfactory results in the college entrance examination and fly to the ideal university.

No wonder some parents describe it this way: the school lights are like a pole carrying a laundry list, full of parents' and society's expectations.

A blind man was walking in a dark street with a lantern. The confused ascetic asked him, and he replied: it not only illuminates others, but also prevents others from hitting himself. After reading this story, I suddenly brightened up and admired it secretly. What a clever man! Why not? Light the lamp in your heart, even if you run out of life, it can only shine for a moment, a little bit, hoping to illuminate yourself and others.

I once read a story about a doctor who received a call for medical treatment on a snowy night. The doctor asked: how can I find your home on such a night and in such a weather? The man said, I'll inform the villagers to light up and lead the way. The doctor arrived, and sure enough, the lights kept winding along the driveway, which was very beautiful. When he wanted to go back after the diagnosis and treatment, he was a little worried and thought: Is the light still on? How can I drive home on such a night? However, unexpectedly, the light is still on. Only when his car passes by a house will the lights in that house go out. The doctor was deeply moved by this. Imagine, in the dark night, the lights are flickering, what a touching scene it will be! I think doctors will be shocked and warm when they see such a "bright road". The harmonious relationship between villagers and their selfless care for others will surely light an eternal lamp of love in the hearts of doctors. This lamp is the love and harmony between people.

My mother told a story about lights: a friend of Ba Jin committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake in despair. When he sank to the bottom of the lake, he vaguely saw a little light and heard a cry: "Help!" " When he woke up again, a faint kerosene lamp appeared in front of him, accompanied by a few strange and caring faces and a relieved smile. The light shone into his heart. "It turns out that there is still warmth in the world." He saw the hope of life and cheered up from then on. Ba Jin's friends got simple care from a group of strangers in despair, which gave him great comfort in his cold heart and gave him the courage and strength to go on. This lamp is the hope and encouragement between people.

Suddenly, a lamp appeared in front of my eyes. Since I entered junior high school, my homework has been written until midnight every night. I sat at my desk. At ten o'clock, my mother turned off the light in the living room and went back to her room to sleep. My heart has been lonely for a long time. Until one day, late at night, I went to the kitchen to pour water, but I saw a light at the door of my mother's room. Remembering the sound of pushing the door in the middle of the night, I feel that someone is covering me with a quilt. It turns out that the light in mom's room is always on. "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward child's body", which is the same for ancient and modern mothers. Even if the children are close at hand, they always feel uneasy. This lamp is between relatives, and it is the concern and affection between people.

"The stars light up my house and let the lost children find their way home …" My mother often listens to this song by Zheng Zhihua. In the song, I seem to see the harmony, concern and hope under the dim light. ...

Excellent lighting composition 4 Love is ordinary and great. In that dim light, my mother has a deep love for me.

I remember that the strap on my schoolbag was broken after school that afternoon. When I got home, I eagerly shouted to my mother, "Mom, the strap on my schoolbag is broken. Please help me sew it quickly. I will recite it tomorrow. " At this time, my mother is cooking in the kitchen. She didn't hear me at all, and I didn't notice, so she took out her homework and started writing. After finishing homework and getting hungry, I urged my mother to cook quickly.

After a while, the meal was ready, but because it wasn't my favorite, I shouted, "I've been eating this these days, and it's not delicious at all!" " I don't like eating! "

I want to listen to my mother's gentle words, but what I hear is her cold voice: "forget it if you don't eat, as long as you are not too hungry!" " I ate a bowl of rice in a fit of pique and thought, since you don't want me to eat it, I'll finish it! I'm going against you. I stormed into the room, locked myself in the room, and was angry with my mother.

After a while, I suddenly remembered that the strap of my schoolbag had not been sewn yet. I immediately ran out and saw my mother washing dishes, thinking, forget it, let's talk about it later! I have read this book.

Before I know it, it's already dark. I'm tired of watching and ready to go to bed. I can toss and turn, but I can't sleep. There seems to be something else I haven't done. I tried to think about it before I remembered that the strap of the schoolbag was not sewn! I looked at my watch. It was already ten o'clock. I think: it's time for my mother to go to bed, so I'd better not disturb her. Besides, even if I told her, she wouldn't necessarily help me, so I sewed it myself.

I was going to the living room to get my schoolbag, but as soon as I got to the living room, I found a faint light flashing on the balcony. "Who could it be?" I muttered, walked over and saw that my mother was sewing my schoolbag under the desk lamp. My hatred for her suddenly vanished, replaced by two lines of tears and feelings in my heart. I let out a cry and my mother looked up in surprise and saw it was me. She asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?" I will go to school tomorrow. Seeing my mother's gentle eyes, I said, "My schoolbag belt is broken, and I'm afraid you'll fall asleep. I want to sew it myself. Who knows ... "My mother gently pressed her index finger on her lips and said," Go to sleep quickly, or I will sew it for you if I have no strength in class tomorrow. "I tried to hold back my tears. I nodded and went back to sleep. What I saw the next day was a brand-new schoolbag.

Mom, although you are very strict about something and me, it's all your love! I shouldn't be wrong about you, your figure in the light has always remained in my heart!

Excellent lighting composition 5 It was dark after school in winter afternoon. When I go home, I always pass a long corridor. The lights in the corridor don't light up from time to time, and no one changes them.

When I came home from school that day, it was completely dark. The twinkling stars in the sky are like beacon lights in the night sky, bright and flashing, bringing me a ray of light when I walk in the dark. I hurried home with my schoolbag on my back.

Alas, the corridor lights don't work again!

I looked at the dark corridor in fear and took a deep breath. Alas, this irresponsible property! I plucked up my courage, groped for the wall with both hands, walked carefully to the building step by step, and finally climbed the stairs.

At the corner of the second floor, suddenly, I felt that I stepped on something slender and soft like an animal's tail. I screamed, and then the animal made a "cheep-cheep-cheep" sound, and I was scared out in a cold sweat. When I came to my senses, I realized that I might have stepped on the mouse's tail. At this time, a ray of soft light came through the crack of the door and immediately drove away the fear in my heart. It was my mother who came to pick me up. I flew here.

When I came home the next day, I groped around upstairs with trepidation, for fear of meeting mice again. Just then, a faint light shot down from upstairs. Although the light is very weak, it is like my savior in this dark corridor.

I came to my door. My mother didn't pick me up today. I can't help looking up to the third floor. "Who did this?" I muttered to myself. Suddenly, the door on the left side of the third floor opened and a little girl of eight or nine years old came out. Her facial features are exquisite, her eyebrows are faint, her hair is tied casually with a white handkerchief, her forehead is smooth, and she is wearing a white skirt and a pair of rabbit slippers. You don't have to guess. That faint light in the corridor just now came from here. She nodded slightly at me and squinted at me.

"Sister, is school over?" She took the initiative to say hello and then opened the door a little wider with her hand.

"well. Little sister, thank you so much. With this light, I am not afraid! " I smiled and said to her.

"That's good!" She smiled, with two dimples embedded in her cheeks.

"How did you think of giving me some dew?" I asked.

"Because you were scared yesterday, I told my grandfather. He asked me to open the door and help you walk along the road." Her smiling face is particularly warm against the light.

Looking at the little girl's figure, my heart was touched, for her kindness and for her kind grandfather.

Since then, the lights in the corridor have been on, which not only brought me light, but also brought light to others.

Virtue needs to be passed down, and virtue needs an example. Thank you for this pair of grandchildren full of positive energy!

Today, I reviewed the article Lighting with admiration. This article mainly says that when the author was walking in Tiananmen Square, he heard a tourist say, "How wonderful!" This reminds him of a touching story: Hao, the deputy battalion commander, lit his beloved book in order to win the battle, but he died heroically. After reading it for the first time, I realized the professionalism of Deputy Battalion Commander Hao. It is because of this spirit that he will light a match and burn his beloved book. How great he is! I think: before doing this, he must have thought that he would expose himself and be hit by a cruel enemy. But he did it for the victory of the battle, for the revolution and for the children. Deputy battalion commander Hao taught me to sacrifice myself. When I read: "He struck another match, lit a cigarette, took a deep look at the picture and said:" If we win tomorrow, we can also use electric lights to let the children study under such bright light! " He leaned his head against the breast wall and looked at the dark night sky, completely immersed in his vision for the future. Let the children study under the electric light is his wish after seeing the pictures, and it is also his vision for the future. It is precisely because he hopes that children can study under the electric light that it has become a powerful driving force for him to sacrifice himself for the victory of the battle. This sentence actually shows the broad mind and noble sentiment of Deputy Battalion Commander Hao. Although everyone can be happy with the vision of the future, they can also be full of expectations for the future. But Hao, the deputy battalion commander, was different, and his vision paid a great price. It was because of his unshakable faith that he died heroically in the battle. I went on reading.

When I read: "Later, I learned that at this critical moment, Deputy Battalion Commander Hao lit a match, lit a book and held it high, illuminating the way forward for the follow-up troops. But the fire revealed himself and he was hit by the enemy. " These two sentences are the center of the article and the concentrated expression of the spirit of Deputy Battalion Commander Hao. Although Deputy Battalion Commander Hao has a small official position and is just an ordinary person, he has unusual qualities. Facing the difficulties in the battle, he stood up without hesitation. Light books and light the way forward. I admire him for being able to overcome difficulties and overcome them very tactfully when they are difficult. I don't fully understand what is fearless, what is brave in dedication and what is witty and brave. No, neither. The quality of deputy battalion commander Hao can't be described only by these words. Only he let me really understand the revolutionary spirit! From him, I saw the soul of China people and country. From him, I learned to keep calm in the face of difficulties and use my wisdom to overcome them. From him, I learned to admire and be moved. He is a real hero in my eyes!

Looking back, I think life will always go through a long and dark tunnel. Every time when I am uneasy, when I am flustered, when I am disheartened, there will always be a faint lamp to help me light up the road ahead, dispel the melancholy clouds in my heart, inject a warm current into my cold heart, and let me break the waves in the stormy waves!

Warm light

In the middle of the night, the wind is particularly cold at night. Salad salad is like the devil's endless raging, blown away by a gust of wind, sweeping the earth with yellow sand in the air. Brushing, brutally scraping off a bunch of innocent leaves, the leaves shed tears, because it lost the "mother's love". Ding finished class in the tutorial department, and I rode home. Those horrible pictures on the road made me feel like a lonely sail drifting all the time, drifting in the dark night. There seem to be fewer pedestrians on the road. The wind and sand seemed to stop me from talking, and a mist rose in my eyes. In a trance, I saw a wisp of light shining at me. Although it was weak, it made me find support in the lonely night. Rows of street lamps stand tall in the cold wind, and countless small lights gather into an ocean of light. Light up my way home, help me spend every frustrated night and keep me warm.

Anxious light

Every time I go home, I always see that thin body sitting in the living room, anxiously waiting for me to come back. That's my mother. Every time I enter the door, I am asked to be caring and attentive. Every time I feel sad and helpless, I am surrounded by the tide of love. My mother is busy in the kitchen dragging her tired figure, heating the food that has been heated many times, and her mouth is full of love for my criticism. Every time after dinner, she will carefully help me fold the bed and quilt, help me put away the hot foot washing water, take out the clothes I should wear tomorrow, and then nag when to call me tomorrow, so that I can sleep peacefully. When I fell asleep, I didn't know you were still sad! Motherly love is like a lamp, which makes my life colorful and orderly!

Silent lamp

Silence does not mean indifference, but an unspeakable love. Oh, no, I got up late. Under the call of dawn, the warmth of dawn is waiting for me with endless bad luck. I was in a hurry to freshen up, and the noise it made broke adults' dreams. My anxiety and panic became more and more intense, and I finally realized the texture of burning eyebrows. At this time, a broad hand stroked my clothes and said, don't be afraid, I'll send you. Loving eyes cover me like a net. Under his father's serious appearance, his limited vision radiates infinite sacred light. My father flew me to school, and when I stepped on the last bell, I sat firmly in the classroom. I'm not afraid anymore, but I'm much more open-minded!

The past is like smoke, vivid; The past is like a cloud, ethereal and moving; The past is like water, gurgling, flowing with the years, but the constant is the love like a lamp, which is intriguing!

Excellent lighting composition 8 "teacher" is not a monotonous word, but a person who "raises peaches and plums conscientiously", just like a candle! Some people say that a father loves mountains and a mother loves rain, but I think a teacher's love is that there are mountains and rains, and there are mountains in the rain. -inscription

From grade one to grade six, it was she who trained our ignorant and immature children into lively and upward teenagers. She is Miss Liu in our class.

Teacher Liu has beautiful long black hair, but we all know that there are wisps of white hair hidden under the teacher's long black hair. Under a pair of thick glasses, there are a pair of deep eyes full of wisdom. That ordinary mouth can never be ordinary, and it can always tell us countless new knowledge that we have never heard of. In Mr. Liu's class, we won't have the slightest slack; Under the leadership of Teacher Liu, we are free to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

"There are stars in the quiet night, and the teacher's window is bright all night …" Whenever I sing this song, I can't help but think of that bitter night.

"Jingle bell ..." The bell rang. "School is over!" Like caged birds, the students took up their schoolbags and ran to their homes, and the teachers hurried back to their warm little homes. After all the students left, we students on duty began to sweep the floor. As night falls, it is getting dark. "oh! After cleaning, let's go! " I shouted. "good!" Everyone agrees with this voice. Walking out of the class gate, we suddenly found that the light in the teacher's office was still on. "Did the teacher forget to turn off the light?" With questions, we walked to the window of the teacher's office. We were shocked at the sight. Teacher Liu is carefully correcting our homework under the light, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet from time to time. However, I never stopped my work. Suddenly, a warm current flooded into our hearts, and the cold in winter had already been driven away without a trace.

We pushed open the door, walked behind the teacher gently and whispered to the teacher, "Teacher, it's getting late, so hurry home and have a rest!" " "We are a group of uninvited guests, and the teacher was surprised. However, she quickly smiled and said to us: "Nothing, it will be fine soon! Hurry back and don't keep your parents waiting! "The teacher pushed us out." Hmm! Teacher, you also go home early! "

We reluctantly walked out of the school gate. Looking back, the light in the teacher's office was still on. Teacher, why are you so regretless? Why are you selfless like a candle? Teacher, as your student, I am really proud! Every time I walk by the teacher's window, bright lights light up my heart. We are not cold in ........................................................................................................................................................... ...

In Wong Kar-wai's In the Mood for Love, Yun said, "If there are any extra tickets, would you like to go with me?" The dim light hit her face, but it didn't illuminate her heart. She didn't leave.

Wong Kar-wai's films always remind people of wet alleys and dim lights, and the theme expressed is also an escape and rejection in people's emotions. These various figures are a microcosm of modern people, and light will only lengthen their shadows, not illuminate their hearts.

Just like A Fei in The True Story of A Fei, no matter the fable of sleeping in the wind or the way to strike up a conversation to the minute, it is an escape and rejection of reality, and it is impossible to open your heart and light up your inner light.

It is useless to escape, refuse and wait. These people always can't accept the reality and can't light the lights in their hearts. They like to wait in the same place, thinking that the people and things they are waiting for will come one day, but the reality is cruel, and these things are getting farther and farther away from them and never come back.

This is the embodiment of rootless culture in Hong Kong. Modern people have no roots because of the great pressure of life, severe reality and spirit. There is no root in spirit, so people choose to escape from reality, choose to refuse, and choose not to light up in the dark.

Life is certainly not as good as you think, but it is not as bad as you think. Sometimes a word may make you burst into tears, and sometimes you bite your teeth and walk a long way. It is important to accept and face. Just as light is important to a dark city.

Imagine how good it would be to accept a boat ticket; Why are you so cowardly when you can face life bravely? Why not light the light in your heart and open your heart to it?

There is a generation, they are always reluctant to touch the switch that turns on the light. They live in this world like giant babies, because they feel that choosing to accept is a choice of responsibility and pressure, so they wander in the vast sea, never live, and never understand the meaning of reality.

If you never find the courage to cross the obstacle of turning on the light, you should know that no one will be responsible for you, no one will pay for your extravagance and waste, and you can only bear the last meaningless result yourself.

Hugo said that with material, it is survival; With spirit, that is life. Find the missing spirit in reality, turn on the light in your heart, accept and face it. If there are extra tickets, you must go.

Finally, encourage yourself with Camus' words, "Although the world is dark, we must burn as much as possible."

10 incident has passed for a long time, but there is always a faint light in my heart, just like the light in the stands that day. ...

I still remember the night after attending English cram school, when I walked home, the street lamp refused to turn on the light for me, and I couldn't see my fingers on the way. The wind made the trees on the roadside sway and moan sadly. They waved their arms like possessed ghosts. This road, which has traveled thousands of times at ordinary times, is so gloomy and horrible at the moment.

I got into a dark alley and a ghost appeared in my mind. I looked around with my eyes wide open. I kept swallowing my dry throat, and the sweat on my forehead kept oozing. I secretly told myself in my heart: "Oh dear! How can there be ghosts in the world? Don't listen to their nonsense, don't be afraid. " Just then, a shrill meow rang in my ear, my heart "plopped" and my legs began to tremble.

Somehow, I suddenly remembered an old man who always set up a stall in an alley. His weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles, giving people a feeling of being inaccessible for no reason. His hair is a little white and looks a little old. Strangely, he often stands alone in the street in the middle of the night. Burning a small yellow light, selling steaming Regan Noodles, but who will buy his noodles in the dead of night? ! I always feel that he is up to something and is not a good person. But I don't know why, at this time, I hope he is still setting up a stall there.

Finally, I turned a corner and there was a weak but warm light. When Ding Qing saw it, he was glad to find that Grandpa was really setting up a stall. I excitedly ran over and asked, "Why don't you go home so late?" "Grandpa replied with a smile," it should be almost empty! Go home quickly! " I wondered for a moment, "almost no one? "I asked." Yes! "Grandpa smiled again. Grandpa actually smiled! I was surprised to realize. After a while, I immediately responded with a smile. I looked around and looked at the little light on the table. Although it can't illuminate the whole night, it silently supports the darkness and sadness.

Looking at my watch, I should go. After saying goodbye to grandpa, I regained my courage and ran home. A trembling light shone around me. Although weak, it brings me warmth and courage invisibly. As soon as I turned around, I saw the grandfather standing on tiptoe with difficulty, holding a small lamp high in his hand: "Son, it's getting dark, walk slowly!" " "In an instant, I seem to understand that Grandpa came home so late, not to make more money, but to light the way for those who came home late with his little lamp. The dim light is flashing above my head, and my heart is flashing, as if something is rushing to my heart. The stronger this feeling is, the more it becomes tears in my eyes. When my heart trembled, tears fell down.

Those dark and sad nights lit up many people. Every time I think of that night, I think of the warm light. Grandpa, thank you, thank you for supporting the darkness with your own body and weak light, and thank you for everything you have done for people who walk at night. How warm people's hearts should be when you think about all this!