No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition with you in it and the light on, hoping to help everyone.

With you, the light is on. 1 Inscription: That lamp never goes out.

Day and night change, time flies, I am already a junior high school student. We are all working day and night for our ideal university. We all want to find our own stage, and I also want that spotlight.

Before dawn in the morning, I walked out of the dormitory, and the street lamp beside the dark school road shone on my way forward. Walking on the bright road, I think of you. You are still a good teacher who sits in the classroom day and night and watches those diligent students bury themselves in their studies. Yes, it must be.

Once I plummeted, it was the lamp of hope that you raised, came to the abyss and pulled me up. I remember it was just you and me in the office that day. I am as sad as a sad bird. You poured me a cup of warm water. You said kindly to me, "It's late at night. Drink a glass of water first, and then go back to sleep. We will talk about it tomorrow. " I took a sip of water from my cup and reluctantly left the office. I walked out of the office building. Looking back, the lights in the whole building went out, and the lights in the office were still on. I threw the light on my way back to the dormitory.

It was early the next day, and I got up and walked out of the dormitory. Because it is a legacy, Sun's father got up early. On the way to breakfast, the sun shone on me, and the soft temperature made me smile no matter how unhappy I was. Looking back on that winter morning, the campus was still dark and quiet, but the lights in that office were already on, shining on the road under the students' feet. Sunlight and office lights shine on the road under our feet, which makes us move forward in a bright direction. In the evening, I came to the office again. Before I could speak, you asked, "Do I feel better?" I seem to understand something in my heart. I walked back to the dormitory by the faint light and came out with a bright light. When I was struggling, your glass of water gave me a rest. The light you turn on brings me hope and leads me to the light. You always get up earlier than the students and go to bed later than the students just to turn on the light. Thank you, teacher.

Now, I have embarked on a new journey. On the road ahead, there is light and darkness. When I am in the dark, even before the sun appears, the shining light of your lamp will always light up the road in my heart and lead me to the spotlight. It won't go out because of you.

With you, the light is on!

With you, the light is on. The night rendered in black is strangely silent, and the lights in a room are on, giving in to the darkness. With you, the light is on.

You are a doctor. That day, you had a very difficult operation, and you can't delay a moment. The difficulty of the operation is like dancing on the tip of a knife. A slight mistake can't be redeemed, but you accepted it without hesitation. That afternoon, the operation began in a suffocating atmosphere. You are serious, dedicated and making progress step by step. Your eyes are covered with terrible bloodshot, and you seem to concentrate on one point, and the veins on your hands are bulging like obesity. Sweat drops from your forehead, as if to say, "Let's go, I can't watch it anymore!" " "Surgery is also done step by step. With your efforts, the operation was successful, and I saw your indomitable determination and courage! It's late at night, and the lights are shining outside the window, as if telling your success. With you around, the light comes on.

You are a soldier on the front line, and the war is flying all over the sky, like a monster without feelings, devouring people's lives. You were captured by the enemy. The enemy is rich in resources and food. They entertain you and want you to be a running dog. You look at them angrily, like an angry tiger, shouting: "impossible!" " If the enemy can't see the soft, he will play hardball. They tied you to a tree, tortured you by inhuman means, and you were black and blue all over. Your face was cut open, your arm was cut off, and your body turned red! But your firm eyes tell your heart! You won't give up! You shouted at the enemy, "You can destroy me, but you can't beat me!" " ! Since you have destroyed me, you can't destroy my spirit! Can't destroy the spirit of our Chinese nation! "Your words angered the enemy, and a strong pain went straight to my heart. You were stabbed in the chest by the enemy's sword! But you heard the cry, the friendly invasion, your sadness turned into a bomb, you smiled ... your body was taken back, and many people sent you away. The light in the room was on for three days and nights. Your spirit touched everyone ... with you, the lights are on.

As long as your spirit is alive, the light will always be on.

With you, the light is on. Composition 3 With you, the light is on. I'm relieved that I'm not in the dark. -inscription

The wind is very cool, awakening the memory; Moonlight is soft and can awaken the past; Your love is very light, but it is more colorful than anything else. Turn it into a lamp and light my way forward.

Footsteps are light, as silent as petals falling to the ground. You quietly walked behind me and gently picked up my composition book: "Don't worry, take your time. I'll stay here with you for a while, won't it affect you?" Every word falls in my ear, soft and indifferent. "Yes!" I can't understand your behavior. In retrospect, I always lost my temper with you and always hurt you inadvertently ... You picked up a magazine from my bookshelf and leaned against the bed gently, without making too much noise, for fear of affecting my homework.

In the study, the bright desk lamp is like a clear eye. In such a big room, there are only my "rustling-"writing sound and your slight book turning sound. These two voices are mixed together to compose a beautiful and beautiful movement, a song belonging to this night. The original bleak moonlight sprinkled on the desk and became the dancer of this movement. Everything is so quiet, serene and harmonious. ...

Looking at the little homework left, I feel relieved, perhaps because your company soothes my restless heart here. You calm me down with the light of your love.

At this time, there was a slight snoring in my ear. When I turned around, I had a book in my hand, my head tilted slightly, and I fell asleep beside the bed. No wonder you are busy doing housework every day, and you are exhausted at night. You also gave up your rest time for me and stayed with me. A burst of shame swept over my heart.

I left my seat and covered you with a quilt. I squatted down and looked at you carefully. A whole day's hard work has dyed your hair white, and there are traces of years on your haggard face, but I have the heart to hurt you again and again. ...

Why are you in every photo? Why do you always tolerate my mistakes? Why don't you bother me when I'm snoring? What on earth supports you to pay so much for me? Now the answer comes out, it is your love for me! But your love turned into a light, always accompanying me.

The lock of time rusted and the key disappeared. Things have changed, but the lamp you left me is still bright. ...

Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and the right hand is next to the left hand. Your lamp warms the years, illuminates everything, and makes me no longer afraid of the depth of the night. ...

With you, the light is on. At the age of four or five, his world was as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

On that day, he stepped on the mottled sunlight on the ground, leaving laughter all the way home. He told his mother excitedly that he found many bright and delicious fruits in the mountains, and he brought some to his mother.

Mother's face flushed with fire immediately rippled with happiness.

"pa!" Mother holds the wild fruit in her hand and can't hang it. Her smile froze at once and her eyes were extremely frightened. Bright red fruit was scattered all over the floor, and the blue slate was red, like a pool of blood. He was a little angry and shouted, "bad mother!" Sobbing, I ran to the bed and fell asleep in sobs.

Mother's face is getting ugly and her heart is cramping. It is a poisonous fruit, and 99% people will be blind if they eat it! The fire on the stove is jumping, but in the cold winter, sweat broke out on my mother's face and silent tears shed …

That night, mother and father tossed and turned, and the sound of the wooden bed "creaking, creaking" accompanied him to breathe deeply in the middle of the night, that night.

"Mom, turn on the light, I have to pee!" He shouted as usual.

Mother's heart thumped, and fear came to her heart. She carefully touched the lamp rope against the wall, but did not dare to pull it, because she was afraid of breaking the lamp of hope at once.

"pa-!" The room suddenly lit up, and she was ecstatic to see her son's eyes blink and sit up.

"Mom, why don't you turn on the light?" Mother sat on the bed, tears gushing out like a burst of water. Father patted her on the shoulder and said to him in a trembling voice, "The light is broken. Go in the dark! " "Looking at her son stumbled out of the door, she closed her eyes tightly. He really wanted to bear this endless night for his son.

From then on, his world was as simple as a pool of ink.

When he was sixteen, his father told him, "In fact, the lights are always on wherever you are, because your mother wants you to tell her when you open your eyes,' It's dawn!'"

His eyes were moist, and his mind always flashed through every lamp in the house over and over again, including the kerosene lamp in his mother's hand, which was faint but all his hope when he got lost in the mountains. He found the lamp again and put it in his heart.

Later, his world was full of sunshine and light.

At the age of 26, he told his mother, "With you, the light in my heart is always on.

You are there, love is there, and the heart light is always on ... they meditate on each other.

How important you are to me, since we met, I can't put it down.

I first met him when I was six years old.

When I first met you, you were so charming and colorful skin covered you gently. When you watch, how thick you are, people will feel at ease when they touch you.

I touch you with my gentle hands and observe you with my eyes. As soon as I saw you, I had a little crush on you. With the deepening of my understanding of you, I feel that you are touching my nerves like a hand and feeding me fragrant milk. This feeling is very warm, very warm …

Gradually, I became more and more attached to you, as if you were a charming Dan, which fascinated me.

Ten years old, alienated

However, the good times did not last long. When I see you like a mountain, I hate you. You deprived me of my freedom. You destroyed my thoughts one by one and hit my spirit! My parents let me get on well with you, which is equivalent to putting me under house arrest! No matter how big my dissatisfaction is, I can't vent it, because I think our friendship can continue.

However, my competitor's article was published in the newspaper, but mine was not. He laughed at me in his article. I can't believe I changed my mind about you! You're an accomplice! You are a demon!

Gradually, I began to recognize that "busy" is an excuse to refuse you to approach me. Reality, like a stick, woke me up.

The cognition of fifteen years old

"This time, what a sad sentence" came out of my mouth, I couldn't believe it. Soon, I realized that it was your credit. I was running on the road, the poplars on the roadside rustled in my ears, and the sunset stretched my shadow for a long time. On the ground, a long-legged boy is heading for the sunset. ...

I gently turned over your yellowed pages, as if I would hurt you carelessly. A teardrop as big as a bean quietly falls on you, as if the pause button is pressed by your side, and the air has solidified and cannot flow. ...

Books, my important partner. As Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." When you are there, the light will be on and I will be with you. ...