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Moved by myself


Being touched by myself is the starting point of beauty. Being touched by myself is the sublimation of the spirit.

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In life, there are often things that touch us, and there are things that we touch ourselves. It often makes us understand some truth.

It was a creepy night. My father and mother were not at home. In the middle of the night, thunder and lightning, I was like a scared bird. When I saw the flash of lightning, I realized that the ghosts had come, and I was so scared that I quickly got into the bed. The mouth still chanted: "The devil and ghosts are leaving...". Suddenly, I don’t know if it’s an illusion or a real one. I only heard the sound of ''吱吱吱'', I was scared and cried, and I was so flustered in the bed that I didn’t dare to breathe out. I had to hide in the bed and show a small Hole to breathe fresh air. "Oh," the door opened, I thought: Is it the devil coming in? Then "ah" got a cry, called out, my father and mother were scared of cold sweat, then turned on the light, went to my room, the door of the room opened, I began to fantasize: Is it a ghost to know this? Someone in the room, come in. So I sat up and the lights suddenly turned on. It turned out to be my father and mother. I quickly jumped into my father's arms, and I was very tight, for fear that the "ghost" appeared again. This is a five-year-old me, a man who is as timid as a mouse and loves fantasy.

I am now, I am ten years later. I still live in my little room, but there are more things in this room, a desk, a little white light, a wardrobe and a bedside table, I almost forgot, and one is in "I The most important "goat" in the "Kingdom of the Kingdom" - the alarm clock, "he" told me to get up early every day, so that I am no longer late for school.

This evening, after we finished our dinner, Mom and Dad went out again, and I had to stay alone at home. Maybe because I was afraid or because I wanted to sleep, I went to bed early. Fortunately, it didn't rain, I just slept in a stable feeling. In the middle of the night, there was a big mouse. I didn't care about it, but it seemed to be eating something. It was a "sand" sound, and finally I was found. I finally found it. Regardless of the three seven twenty-one, pick up a shoe and throw it. "啪", so accurate, just throw it on its head, spit blood, and died.

The next day, I will handle the aftermath of this mouse, and then tell my father and mother that my father and mother listened. At first, I was somewhat suspicious. Later, it seemed that I found something, and I laughed and laughed. Said: "You grew up, you are our family's first mousetrap expert. In fact, I am most afraid of mice.

I was moved because I was afraid that the mouse would take a mouse and was proud. Being touched by myself is really a spiritual sublimation!

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