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英语作文黑夜范文 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,andilivedwithmyparentsagain.asigrewolder,icouldhearmorethingsatnight,andthenightalsoexhibitedmemoreofitscolorsbitbybit,thoughmostofthemweresimplysirensongs.anyway,iknowmoreaboutthenight.oneday,ihappenedtohearmozartsdiezauberflote(magicflute),andthen,thefuryandimpetuosityofnightwasrevealedtomebythesingingofthequeenofthenight.nightsarenotmerelyquietanymore.itcanbesorichincontent,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,ithinkwhathesaidwaspa