Nocturne 400-word composition

In real life or work and study, everyone is always in contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is a 400-word composition of "Nocturne" compiled by me. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Love is an umbrella, which can shelter us from the wind and rain. Love is a lamp that can light the way forward for us; Love is a serenade that can bring us warmth and comfort. ...

That year, I broke my leg and couldn't walk and go to school normally. Just when I was in a hurry, my father came up with a good idea to carry me to school every day. I am fat and my father is thin. Every time I recite, my father is exhausted and panting. Lying on my father's back is very uncomfortable. I hope to get better soon.

Dad repeats such things every day: carrying me to school, picking me up from school, carrying me to change my medicine and sending me home. ...

It was another hot afternoon, and my father went home behind my back to change medicine. My family lives on the fifth floor. I carried my father's heavy back to the second floor, and the sweat was soaked from my forehead. I said sadly, "Dad, let me have a rest!" " "Dad smiled and said," Nothing, I'm not tired! I can still insist. "When I finally entered the house, my father put me on the bed. He sat on the sofa and gasped, "My eldest son is so heavy! But it also shows that my eldest son is in good health! "Hearing this, my heart ached. I will cooperate with the doctor to get better as soon as possible.

It has been several years, but every time I think about my father carrying me behind my back, my eyes get wet. I know that in my life, my father is an umbrella, a lamp that illuminates the road of life, and a soothing serenade.

Father loves to grow up with me!

It was a night. I was bored and inadvertently looked up at the sky. There are ten thousand stars in the sky, mysterious and mysterious. No one knows how the starry sky appeared.

The starry sky covers the earth like a vault. The stars are high and clear. You can also see twinkling stars in the gap between tall buildings and summer. What a beautiful starry sky!

The stars are reflected in the sky, sometimes together, sometimes scattered into countless fluorescence, flickering. Starlight shines on deserted streets and chimneys; Sprinkle on the faces and hearts of tourists; Sprinkle on rocks and beaches near the beach; At this time, the city lights up, quite like the "starlight" of the world, and there is a faint song from the densely lit place. In the sky, on the ground and at sea, there are "starlight" everywhere, which complement each other, just like being in a fairyland. Gradually, everything becomes hazy and distant. This scene made me feel a magical music. Although I didn't really hear it, it did reverberate in my heart and brought together all the beautiful emotions.

In the vast sea of stars, although a star is small, it never buries its own light. As long as the weather is fine, you can always see it shining desperately, adding unique poetry to the starry sky. The night deepened, and a wonderful music echoed in my heart.

The 400-word composition of "Nocturne" 3 soon fell, which quickly changed people's lives. The first hanging star in the sky stared at the ground quietly. The mysterious colors of dark blue and purplish gradually spread out in the sky.

The liveliest thing is the street. All the signs are lit up and the whole street looks like an ocean of lights. Lights come and go, adding vitality to the night. Snacks are everywhere: marshmallows, Sugar-Coated Berry. People are talking loudly, and bright lights slap on people's faces like a layer of rosy clouds. All the people are in high spirits.

The pulley of time rolls bit by bit. Late at night, darkness filled the whole night sky and the stars shone. The street is deserted and pedestrians are anxious to go home. Yes, it's late at night, and home is the best destination.

What is before dawn? It's been an endless night. People always compare bad things to the night, but in fact, the night brings silence and coolness to others, and when dawn comes, they extend their hands to others. Dawn brings hope and happiness. But without such a long night, how can we save energy for tomorrow? All great men are tempered in painful nights. So, please don't refuse the night, please don't hate this beautiful greeting!

The fun of the night goes far beyond that.

I can't help but stop.

I have never seen such a magnificent scenery. The dark blue Jiang Tao reflects a row of antique houses in the quiet night sky. The orange light is reflected on the wall, like a sparkling water, flowing with the river into the night.

It's early summer, and I'm strolling along the path beside the Tuojiang River, feeling the bath of the lights in the ancient city of Fenghuang, and looking at the brightly lit street corner ahead, the tall palace-style buildings are shining brilliantly, which really makes me feel incomparably magnificent, and I feel that my whole body and mind are deeply immersed in the beauty of this dimly lit place. Even the stars are shining in the splashing water, and the whole city is like. I don't know which painter painted the night scenes on both sides of the Tuojiang River like flowers with the pen of summer night. Every house, every ray of light, is like the golden feathers of a phoenix, connected into this sacred firebird. In the bright moonlight, let its beautiful feathers spread their golden wings, leaving everyone with beautiful reverie.

The orange moon, orange lights, reflecting faint ripples, this small town has a poetic name of "Phoenix", so every corner is wonderful. It seems that a phoenix flies over the heads of every pedestrian, gently serenading, and charming notes flow into your heart like a beautiful river.

Looking from a distance, in the field of vision, colorful rainbows appear on the other side of the river, like beautiful bridges, on this summer night with fragrant lilies. No, this is a real half-moon bridge, staring at everything calmly, just like the reflection of the beautiful and wise eyes of the phoenix on the river.

At this moment, I suddenly had a wonderful feeling. It seems that the whole world is singing softly and quietly, serenading the phoenix and beauty.

"Nocturne" 400-word composition 5 Fly, serenade, you fly, fly in front of your parents. Serenade, how are you? My father smiled at me, and my mother smiled at me. Say to me together: "Serenade is ok, please rest assured." I smiled, serenade flew away, and it went to bring happiness and joy to others.

Serenade came back, but it hurt, the notes were confused, the clef was confused, and the small tail of the eighth note was broken. But it is happy, because it brings a lot of happiness and joy to others.

Serenade was badly hurt, it died, yes, it died, and the kind serenade died. Some people knew about the death of the serenade, and they all came to the serenade's funeral. Finally, the serenade turned into white mist and floated into the sky. Let's pray for God to bless serenade, because serenade has done great things-bringing happiness to others.

"Please bless the serenade! Please bless the serenade a lot! " People are so sad that they have a name for serenade. Because they hope the serenade will not die out and bring them more happiness and happiness. But serenade will never come back, but it can bring you happiness and joy in heaven.

I know serenade will watch and listen to us in heaven, and live in heaven with plenty of food and clothing. It will also be very happy, because its previous life was very good and it did great things. God will bless the serenade and take good care of it. Therefore, we don't have to worry about serenade, because it will live well in heaven, and we don't have to worry about serenade without delicious clothes, because God will give it delicious clothes to wear. We don't have to worry about this, just worry about whether it will get lazy. But I believe serenade won't get lazy, because it is my best friend. Serenade, how are you? Are you okay?

In my impression, the night is quiet (except thunderstorm weather), but when I listen carefully, I find a beautiful and rich serenade.

Listen, sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic, it must be the evening breeze visiting relatives. It lovingly stroked the big trees with its invisible big hands, stroked the grass flowers, told them interesting stories and put them to sleep. Ding-dong ding-dong sound broke the silence of the night. Who are they? Are they here to make trouble? No, they must be the dewdrop babies, the dewdrop babies on guard. Because they accidentally fell asleep, they slipped off the leaves and fell into a small puddle. "Gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung, gung. They come to have fun at night. They danced and sang. How happy they are! " Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao. It must be that it can't stand loneliness. It jumped off the white boat one by one, and a big concert began! Ding-dong, Ding-dong, rustling, whoa, whoa, all kinds of sounds are mixed together to form a beautiful serenade. The rain has stopped, and the raindrops on tiles and trees are still dripping, making an unusually crisp sound. Maybe this is a sequel to a concert, representing the end of the concert!

The voice of nature is very rich. As long as you listen carefully, you will find a different new world!

"Nocturne" 400-word composition 7 returned to the Song Dynasty.

Jiangnan water town, by the river, the sun is teetering. The light is like the hand of a dying old man, hanging in mid-air, and the water on the river has been shining and sparkling, as if the river is full of fish!

Water keeps flowing, one end flows to the other, and the other end comes again. Water cannot see the end of the eye. Where is it going? I don't know.

The moon climbs into the starry sky and dominates everything. Although moonlight is not as bright as the sun, it also illuminates everything in the world. Looking at the moon, the nonexistent laurel, the nonexistent jade rabbit, the nonexistent heart and the lingering heart makes the basket full of roses and neon, which is a sad eggplant disease among schools.

I can't hear the running water, I can't hear the cicada, I just hear the wind, I want to take everything away quietly, but I keep it. The tassels on people's bamboo flutes keep swinging and dancing lightly, like a little girl in red, standing on tiptoe and stretching out her arms, like a swan flying in the sky.

I played this bamboo flute. Is it beautiful? I don't know.

I only know that water flows with the flute, the moon shines with the flute, the wind blows with the flute, and the flute is like running water, which has no end; The flute sounds like moonlight, beautiful and quiet; The flute sounds like a breeze, dancing and drifting away.

Does history have this lens? I don't know.

I only know that this serenade will flow in history.

Nocturne 400-word composition 8 The sunset has put away the last ray of glow, and the dark blue sky is dotted with stars, which looks beautiful. The sky is getting dark, the earth is covered with a layer of hazy night gauze, and the moon is shyly showing half of its face, overlooking the endless sea, vast plains and towering peaks.

Has everything slowed down? Is it because it is late at night, everything is tired, everything slows down and falls asleep in the silence of the month?

Quiet, quiet, this is the poet's artistic conception, drinking the bright moon alone, singing to wine, asking the stars all over the sky, getting drunk today. Is everyone tired? Looking up, only a few lights were still on.

The stars are like God's fireworks, which persist for a long time, gathering and scattering. Draw a beautiful constellation in the sky, which represents different meanings and gives people a beautiful fantasy.

Imagine a meteor across the sky, simple and beautiful. The star suddenly flashed by and passed away in an instant. Naive children always close their eyes at this moment and make simple and beautiful wishes.

A star loomed in the east, oh! That's the morning star! In the month, a cloud hastily tore off as a scarf and became brighter among the stars. I seem to see that night is no longer a combination of shade cloth and crystal lights, but a colorful nebula, and all flashlights are on. Gorgeous stage, sad music and nebula are the background of my soaring.

The morning star appeared before my eyes again. Suddenly, a dazzling light became brighter and brighter, and everything returned to its original state. One day, another day.

The sun hid behind the western hills, and the earth fell asleep, another night.

A serenade played by nature is quietly brewing. A gust of wind rustled the leaves, and I looked vaguely at the branches dancing with the wind outside the window, so the "nocturne" began.

Soon, the chirping of cicadas erased my drowsiness. "Cicada-Cicada-"I turned on the desk lamp and enjoyed the Sonata of the Night played by Cicada Symphony Orchestra. They played in a steady rhythm without confusion. The Beatles also sang together, and the accompaniment of crickets brought the whole sonata into the theme. Beautiful rhyme flows out like a spring of spirit, and every note seems to have a fantastic color. I saw a dragonfly in the light. Is that an aerial dancer? The whole scene is very grand. Every stone, every leaf, every flower, every building, every lamp, every car, including me, all seem to be listeners and observers, silently watching the graceful dance of dragonflies.

"Woof-woof" broke the silence of the night, and then the cats and dogs in the whole community began to bark.

After a while, it began to rain. Cats and dogs stopped barking, and raindrops hit the leaves, the roofs and the awnings, making an unusually crisp sound. "Pop-pop-"Rain sounds beautiful, like a wordless ballad, magically floating from all directions, gradually becoming clear and loud, giving people an ethereal feeling.

The rain gradually subsided, the main theme passed, and the aftertaste remained.

I love nocturnes, and I love nature.

Nocturne 400-word composition 10 that night, dark clouds were gathering and thunder rumbled. At the urging of my parents, I went to bed alone. I covered my eyes with a quilt, and the whole bright room became dark, and my heart suddenly felt uneasy.

In the silent night, a long and thin lightning pierced the silence of the night, and then a burst of thunder opened the closed curtain of the night. I was so scared that I almost rolled out of bed. Seeing that I was so scared, my sister immediately ran to comfort me. The two of us held hands and leaned back on the bed. Blink of an eye, a flash of lightning lit up every corner of the room as bright as day.

I was scared and panicked. My sister seems to feel something. She said softly, "Sister, look out of the window. The dark curtain was lifted by lightning. The serenade concert is about to begin! " "boom! Boom! Thunder and lightning, my heart seems to be tightly pulled by someone, I whispered: "Sister, thunder is terrible! """no! Thunder is beating gongs and drums for the opening ceremony of the concert! "My sister looked at the sky, as if thinking. Suddenly, a demon wind struck, and I was numb and collapsed on the ground. My sister quickly picked me up and said, "Sister, listen! The wind is playing the violin! " After a while, the heavy rain poured on the glass outside the window, and I began to retreat. My sister quickly grabbed me and said softly, "Listen! It's raining lightly and playing the piano! Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock The wind blew through the treetops, the girl with leaves danced in the air, and her sister ran around the bed. She stopped, sat next to me, smiled and pointed out of the window and said, "Look, the leaves are also dancing for this charming serenade! " "

That night, I went to sleep sweetly, and my ears were still serenaded with colorful notes. ......

The 400-word composition "Nocturne" 1 1 brought me light. The sun set and left me, so I faced it all night alone.

However, thousands of lights illuminate the eyes of the night.

I stepped on the deserted street alone and looked at the street lamp beside me. It stared at me and my little shadow. I said good night to him and then walked on. It still lingers and looks at me, dragging my figure longer and longer.

The abrupt branches shook their bodies, and unwilling to be lonely, they floated the last few dead leaves to the ground. The leaves are dancing in the rotation.

The wind is blowing. Against the wind, the sleeves are fluttering.

Looking up slowly, looking for a star that might belong to him in the deep sky, it retreated to the most remote corner and released its only faint light. Guess whose eyes these are. ...

Another meteor fell into the distance, and a wish failed.

Looking up at the seemingly unfathomable sky, there is an unspeakable sadness, the most of which is unwarranted sadness.

The chill gradually rises, I sigh gently, and the night trembles with me.

I like to think that the whole night can belong to me, so that I can no longer be lonely. I would like to think, now, there is no noise, no agitation, everyone is asleep, I am awake.

Night, with her broadness, hides everything and everything that should not exist.

The beauty of the night, her intoxicating, deep and broad, cold and hazy.

Open the curtains, I have a room full of starlight.

Uncover the corner of the night, and the breath of jumping in the depths is hard to say.

I like the night, because the night once visited me, and I gradually found myself in its eyes.

The night passed me slowly and brought me to the dawn.

Nocturne 400-word composition 12 Night in the country, like a night elf who accidentally knocks over an ink bottle, always makes people wonder if they will dye their whole body black. In the dark, vision is useless, and the hearing is infinitely magnified.

I tossed and turned, but I still couldn't sleep. I got up and put on my coat alone, without turning on the light or taking a flashlight, and walked to the roof. The faint moonlight can't penetrate the thick ink, and I can't scatter the light to the world. I stood in the dark, quietly listening to the rhythm that this night belongs only to the countryside.

In the distance, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, there was a rough and ugly howl of crows. Crow, born as an ominous symbol, is the messenger of hell. Only the night is its final destination, and it can only sing where the eyes can't touch it. I sighed slightly. After all, they did nothing wrong. I wonder if the crow will feel pain in his heart.

Tickle, tickle. Is it a mouse? I'm not sure, maybe it's just the sound of broken leaves. The voice was clear and clear, and I listened carefully, feeling much more relaxed.

"Hoo hoo". I caught this sound. Oh, the wind. They whisper, gently touch the branches and leaves, and flow in the night. Although I can't see it, at this time, the leaves will definitely tremble slightly and play low music to thank the wind.

"Drop-answer, drop-answer," I don't know what the sound is at the moment, so ethereal, light and pleasant, like a trembling echo strung on a jade plate. I suddenly don't want to know what it is, just want to immerse myself in this gorgeous rhyme.

I was a little tired, so I went back to bed and thought about everything I heard and felt tonight. If only I could serenade a song!

The moonlight in front of the window is beautiful.

I leaned against the bed with the quilt in my arms and looked out of the window quietly. It was a quiet and peaceful night.

Always like the night.

Not cool after 90, not the mainstream of the Internet age, just because-I often suffer from insomnia.

So there are more opportunities to watch the night.

Every night is a time for rest. You can take off your makeup and makeup, escape from the cocoon of forcing a smile, dream of returning to your true self, release all the beauty and ugliness of nature, leave stress and troubles behind in your sleep, and feel a little full of energy. Don't worry that strong light will scare your dreams, don't worry that noise will disturb your heart, only the warm moon will gently coax you into dreams. This is a quiet night, a night of rest and growth.

Every night is a happy time. You can go back to the happy details in your dreams, rewrite the choices at every intersection, and build all exquisite reverie for the future, such as folding corridors, candlesticks and wine glasses, swords and shadows, or plotting to be yourself. This is a happy night, exciting and interesting night.

Every night is a season of feeling. Everything is noisy and dormant, there is no laughter, no traffic, only the low sound of "washing sand" when the breeze turns the branches. You can try your best to listen to your inner voice, regret, rejoice or think about the next step. Quiet as Sanskrit. This is a sacred night, a quiet and indifferent night.

Without shadows, light will lose all its value.

Similarly, if there is no darkness to provide time and space for human beings, animals and plants, and even light, from a rational point of view, the earth will surely erupt into extinction; From the perceptual point of view, there will also be great disasters-mental breakdown, chaos after the collapse of ethics.

I still have insomnia all night.

I still love every night.

400-word composition "Nocturne" 14 The sky is slightly cool, and the last trace of hot air has disappeared. Without the hustle and bustle of the day, there is more peace and comfort. As soon as the sky entered the night, the lily quietly bloomed, slightly whitened, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Where are you now?

This is the best night to play a song on a soft silver night, isn't it? The blue waves of the night fluctuate in the sky, fleeting and slightly provocative. The waves without language follow, leaving only beautiful images all the way, reflecting me in a daze under the sky. Naughty stars seem to be joking with me, swaying in this ethereal wave. Are you looking up quietly like me, keeping your eyes in one place and your heart following you to a distant place, where you are and where your heart is?

The earth in the faint moonlight seems to be covered with a mysterious veil. Once upon a time, under the baptism of moonlight, flowers competing to bloom sat silently and prayed like devout believers. In the moonlight, the grass is more and more alive.

Only in this way can the busy market in the past calm down a little, the towering buildings quietly guard the city, and the dust on the asphalt road is also showing off and lying quietly.

When all is silent, there will be one or two dogs barking occasionally, and there will be a solo by the "Night Musician", which has no noisy meaning at all. My heart seems to have been washed by this quiet and peaceful night and gradually cooled down.

It's late at night, and everything is sleeping. Under the touch of moonlight, please allow me to sing a song for him with a pen, just like Beethoven's moonlight song. At present, they are the only people who accompany me.

The 400-word composition "Nocturne" 15 is like autumn rain. It has been raining for three days in a row. Autumn in the north is just an autumn rain and a cold. Yellow leaves began to fall all over the ground, and people's autumn clothes replaced summer clothes. Late autumn in the north is coming.

After a hard day's work, I'm a little tired in bed. Due to the continuous rainfall, there is no noise on the road, only thin raindrops are beating the leaves and hanging windows. In the dead of night, only crickets' cries are accompanied by the falling rain. However, due to the deep water on the ground, the noisy cry of crickets in the past no longer exists, only sporadic, intermittent, far and near, hoarse crooning. I guess they may live in the cracks in the corner, or where the rain can't reach them. In the increasingly cold north, crickets will not live long. They are about to enter hibernation. Before the end of their lives, they sang all their lives. Their calls are thin and thick, low and high, long and short, crisp and hoarse, but they always echo each other. I listened, enjoying this rainy night serenade to my heart's content, and unconsciously my fatigue was swept away. They may be like me, a family of three generations, with a newborn baby and a young daughter, and the family is happy.

It's late at night, and it's still raining. The cricket's song is a serenade on this rainy night.