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黑夜英语作文范文 WhenIwasachild,nightwasanequivalenttonightmareforme.Idontknowifitisausualthingforeverychildtoeverhavetheexperienceoffearingthenight.Isitaninevitablepartofgrowth?ItwasbeyondmyimaginationthatIcantakeitsoeasynow.However,Icantforgetthedepressiontheyusedtobringme. TwomonthsafterIwasborninShanghai,mymothertookmetoanotherprovince,wheretheyworked.Imnotsureifeverybabydoesntwanttosleepwhenthenightes,butIdoknowIdidnt.Todealwiththat,parentsoftenusethesametrick:frightening.Bigbadwolfisapropmostwidelyandfrequentlyused,butmymotherswasdifferent.Shewasverysuperstitious(andisstillorevermorenow),soIwasunluckyenoughtolistentoallherstoriesaboutallkindsofghostsandmonsters.Perhaps,theonlyfavorthatGodleftmewasherlackinimagination.Nevertheless,Iwasimaginative.So,usually,motherjustgavemeaninspiration,andIwouldpletetheworkoffrighteningmyself.Lookingback,Imoftendividedbetweentearandlaughter.Lateron,IreturnedtoShanghaiandlivedatmygrandmaswithoutmyparents.Atfirst,Ifeltnosadnessatall.Naturally,itisimpossibleforachild,whocouldbarelytalk,tounderstandwhatthatmeant.ButIdidfeelsomethingdifficulttoexpressespeciallyatnight.Feelingspiledupdaybyday.Thiscityiscrowdedandthedowntownlocationofmygrandmaswasparticularlyso,andthereweresomanypeoplearoundme. However,Istillfearthenight,whilethefearhasnothingtodowiththeghostsormonsters.Ididntknowwhy,atfirst.Afterwards,Ithought,probablyIwaslonelyinfact.Iwaslikeamanatsea,whossurroundedbywaterbuthasnothingtodrink.AlthoughIcantmemorizethespecificdatenow,theremusthavebeensuchadayonwhichIunderstoodwhatitmeantforachildnottobeabletolivewithhisparents.Sometimes,therewasanimpulsetocry,butIcouldntbecauseboysarebornforbiddencrying.Whenthehustlesandbustlesinthedaytimefaded,whatIcouldhearwasacamelsweepinginmyheart.Duringthatperiod,nightwasdrowsyandsoundlessinmyopinion.Timewentonlikethisfor10yearsorso,闪亮的星(ShiningStar),andIlivedwithmyparentsagain.AsIgrewolder,Icouldhearmorethingsatnight,andthenightalsoexhibitedmemoreofitscolorsbitbybit,thoughmostofthemweresimplysirensongs.Anyway,Iknowmoreaboutthenight.Oneday,IhappenedtohearMozartsDieZauberflote(MagicFlute),andthen,thefuryandimpetuosityofnightwasrevealedtomebythesingingoftheQueenoftheNight.Nightsarenotmerelyquietanymore. Itcanbesorichincontent,渔夫和他的妻子(TheFishermanandHisWife),whichIhadneverknown.Itappearstobecalm,butbeneaththecalmnessareundercurrentsviolent.Thenightswallowsupallthebad,theugly,thefalse,andmeanwhile,thegood,thebeautiful,thetrue,likeacertainfatBuddha,laughingallthetimeregardlessofwhathesees,goodorbad.Thenightwasbothfairandunfair.Inhighschool,themajorreasonformetostayuplatebecamehomeworkandPCgames,andnowitestobechattingonline.Sometimesthenightbeesthedayandthedaybeesthenight,sinceIsay“GoodEvening”tosomeonewhenthesunshinesoutsideand“GoodMorning”whenthestarstwinkleoutofmywindow.IfIwasaskedinmychildhoodwhatnightwas,Iwouldanswerinanutshell“darknessbeforethedawn”.Now,myopinionchangedbymyformerclassmateinhighschool.HewasaBuddhistinZenandfondofsittingwithlegscrossedformeditation.“Nightisthebesttimeinadayforyoutositformeditation,”hesaid,“becauseitcancalmdownallyourficklenessandthereisnoearthlydisturbance.Youcantakethatopportunitytofindwhatmistakesyouhavemadeduringthedaytime.” ThoughIdontbelieveinBuddhism,Ithink