快乐的童年作文200字

[灯作文600字初中作文要有抒情和议纶写物借物喻人借物喻人1]家，就是有个人点着灯在等你回去。——三毛自上高中以来，我每晚都得上晚自修，每天都会很晚回家。穿越黑暗的走廊。我远远看到母亲为我点的三盏灯——走廊上的、客厅里的、卧室...+阅读

When I was a very small boy, I was allowed to read the Scriptures at family prayer. Once upon a time, when reading the passage in Revelation which mentions the bottomless pit, I paused, and said, ＂Grandpa, what can this mean?＂ The answer was kind, but unsatisfactory, ＂Pooh, pooh, child, go on.＂ The child, however, intended to have an explanation, and therefore selected the same chapter morning after morning, and always halted at the same verse to repeat the enquiry, hoping that by repetition he would importune the good old gentleman into a reply. The process was successful, for it is by no means the most edifying thing in the world to hear the history of the Mother of Harlots, and the beast with seven heads, every morning in the week, Sunday included, with no sort of alternation either of Psalm or Gospel; the venerable patriarch of the household therefore capitulated at discretion, with, ＂Well, dear, what is it that puzzles you?＂ Now ＂the child＂ had often seen baskets with but very frail bottoms, which in course of wear became bottomless, and allowed the fruit placed therein to drop upon the ground; here, then, was the puzzle，—if the pit aforesaid had no bottom, where would all those people fall to who dropped out at its lower end？—a puzzle which rather startled the propriety of family worship, and had to be laid aside for explanation at some more convenient season. Queries of the like simple but rather unusual stamp would frequently break up into paragraphs of a miscellaneous length the Bible-reading of the assembled family, and had there not been a world of love and license allowed to the inquisitive reader, he would very soon have been deposed from his office. As it was, the Scriptures were not very badly rendered, and were probably quite as interesting as if they had not been interspersed with original and curious enquiries.I can remember the horror of my mind when my dear grandfather told me what his idea of ＂the bottomless pit＂ was. There is a deep pit, and the soul is falling down，—oh, how fast it is falling! There! the last ray of light at the top has disappeared, and it falls on—on—on, and so it goes on falling—on—on—on for a thousand years! ＂Is it not getting near the bottom yet? Won't it stop?＂ No, no, the cry is, ＂On—on—on.＂＂I have been falling a million years ; am I not near the bottom yet?＂ No, you are no nearer the bottom yet; it is ＂the bottomless pit.＂ It is on—on—on, and so the soul goes on falling perpetually into a deeper depth still, falling for ever into ＂the bottomless pit＂—on—on—on—into the pit that has no bottom! Woe, without termination, without hope of its coming to a conclusion！________________________ 完美的分割线新生命语言团倾情为您解答~~~