When I meet the composition 1 in the first year of junior high school, the road of life is not smooth, and there will be many setbacks along the way. Frustration is an indispensable existence in life, and it may appear when you are about to succeed.
When I was seven years old, I met the first setback in my life ―― I was afraid of the dark. Whenever night falls, the heat in my body will be in contrast with the cold air because my heart beats faster. I don't know when it started. When I stare at a dark place, there is always a horrible picture in my mind. At this time, my parents will light a cat-like lamp in my room at night, so that I can look at the lamp and feel comforted after I am suddenly awakened.
In the dark world, I curled up in the corner, and the lamp was with me, repelling the darkness around me. The darkness around me is like a pack of wolves, which may rush up at any moment and swallow up the lonely me and the lamp.
Finally, I stood alone on a path surrounded by darkness, and the surrounding darkness wrapped me like a hungry wolf. As long as I fall, they will pounce on me and tear me to pieces. I try to control my trembling heart, my courage and strength are constantly gestating, constantly occupying the fear in my body. Time goes by, but I feel it's been a century. The strength in my body forced me to take the first step, and at the same time I was scared by my own behavior. Seeing no movement, the courage and strength in my heart swallowed up the fear in my body. The second and third steps ... a few minutes later, I stood at the door, full of excitement, and I successfully overcame the first setback in my life.
When encountering setbacks, it makes me stronger and braver; When I encounter setbacks, it makes me more mature and sensible; When I encounter setbacks, it makes me stronger ... there may be second, third or even more setbacks, but I can't and won't give up.
I met the composition 2 of junior one. In my time recorder, the remaining memories are slowly uncovered. ...
Your first cry floated from the delivery room and echoed in the air with the sunset dyed red with blood. I looked at my relatives in confusion, and my mouth rose slightly, mixing with the afterglow outside the window, and the smile on my face became more and more brilliant.
When I was shooting for a hundred days, my face was round and my eyelashes were drooping, and I was happy with my mother's hundred-dollar bill. I couldn't help laughing when the cameraman photographed your cute and novel expression when you took the money.
The wind gently swayed the willow branches, and the clouds floated, as if someone deliberately spilled ink into the sky, and the night fell quietly. When I entered the house, suddenly a shadow flashed. "Sister, you go and play." I looked at you and you gave me a hand: "Be careful." After his words, a chess piece hit me on the forehead "heavily", so you did it on purpose.
"I am a hero!" Look, you are wearing a cloak (actually just a cicada's silk quilt) and holding a "sword on the side" in your hand. I turned around beautifully and let you jump into the sky. I pushed you forward and you fell to the ground (touching porcelain). I turned around and gave an evil smile. A word came to my mind: "Congratulations on your successful deception!" I grabbed your arm, slender as a girl's arm, turned into black charcoal under the burning of the sun, and there were many small bags (bitten by vampires). You said, "Sister, I remember!" (Resentful like a girl), my heart suddenly trembled, and I forgot that you still hold a grudge!
Brother, thank you for letting me meet you, adding a little softness and color to my life, and the water waves of life are also rippling.
The taste of three people's compositions in line with Grade One will change. Just like me, I have been eating green peppers all day since I was a child, and now I don't touch them at all. I never wanted to drink milk, and now milk has become one of my favorite drinks. Now, let me talk about my "encounter" with coffee.
When I was a child, I always saw some young people busy with work every day. Their hands are either health-preserving red dates soaked in medlar or a cup of coffee, a very common drink.
Seeing this, I am very curious about coffee. Finally, one day, I saw a steaming cup of coffee on my mother's desk. The rich sweetness was scattered in the room and floated into my nose. My hand can't help but pick up the cup. I put it to my mouth and took a sip, but the taste was far from what I expected. A bitter taste bloomed in my mouth, and I hurried.
As I grew older, one day, I picked up coffee again. Brown coffee is like a swamp. I looked at that cup of coffee as if I were going to sink into an endless swamp. "What's the point of suffering?" I whispered to myself.
With a bang, coffee flowed into my mouth, but what greeted me was not the bitter taste, but the faint fragrance. After the simple bitterness, with the faint sweetness, I can't disperse in my mouth for a long time, which makes me have a great change in coffee.
Isn't life just like coffee? After a short period of bitterness, you will taste the sweetness inside. Although the sweetness is very light, it is enough to make people happy for a while.
Meet the composition of the first grade. Promise me that I will accompany you for three years and five years. You once said forever, but a shower separated you from me. How can we not be buried by our own affectionate stories, and how can we not run aground on the beach where time flies? Even if time goes back, I will still choose to go back to my memory to make you happy. Even if I deserve it, I will die without regret. Who knew you smoked all the way without saying a word? Only when Iraqis cross the south. From north to south, I realized that the green trees were rotten and the water in Mingxi was dry.
Even though the loneliness of the years imprisoned me until I died, the fleeting time took me away from that desolate place. I can touch the sky on the high slope and melt the ocean under the low valley. Is that your smile is engraved on the stone, and only I can't get close. If you can, I hope you will suddenly look back and comfort my heart with a smile. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Lonely people laugh at themselves all the time and stay on the road. Let me find a green villa, away from the noise of the world of mortals.
I would like to pick a candle and walk silently through the mud with you. I didn't say anything, and the rain flowers all over the sky were refined into ink-stained scriptures and poems, and they were composed into sentimental songs on them. I always read the bright youth, happily erase the black silence, and clearly look at the notes I miss so much. Faded out of the spring and autumn, we were finally screened out by the years, and youth did not stay in each other's arms. Only then did I know that time was running out, and my eyes gradually shed tears and gradually became depressed.
Carved works of art stand on the other side, accompanying you on the drunken lake. I didn't expect it to end in time. Listening to the wind, let yourself imagine the beauty of yesterday, but the sadness of today. The people who can't stay, the teenagers who can't stay, the time that can't stay, and the old past are all haggard and sing a fragmented melody alone.
Who can reproduce the glory of the past? However, I just smiled and hurried by. Are those green dreams curtains, and I can only send blue melancholy to the gray distance. My road twists and turns through a hidden valley. Is that a new scene? Looking forward to meeting the shimmer of turning around ... I'm waiting, as true as false, cold but not warm.
It was sunny when I met Composition 5 of Grade 1. We just met, as if you were another me … I forgot when I met you.
I only remember the lazy beauty of the sunshine at that time.
We are still full of childlike innocence.
It stinks less than adults now.
I don't know how many times I've seen you.
In exchange for each other's ruthless laughter.
Think back to our footprints at that time.
Your handwriting is all over the desk.
Someone is humming a ditty on the path beside the playground.
Our secret is still hidden under the old tree on campus.
Now I miss you a little.
I can't forget the sense of existence you gave me.
I want another wonderful year.
Just meet another you.
We just met that year. I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are.
Xu Zhimo said, "In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years. "
Jimmy also said, "I met a cat diving, but I didn't meet you." I met the climbing dog, but I didn't meet you. I met the summer snow, but I didn't meet you. I met a typhoon in winter, but I didn't meet you. Even the pigs I met can weave nets, but I didn't meet you. I met all the extraordinary, but I didn't meet the ordinary you. "
I think I am happier than Jimmy. I didn't meet so many miracles, but I met you ~ ~
I don't know if I met you in the most beautiful time, or because your time is so beautiful.
Time flies faster than water. Don't miss it when you meet it, because the most beautiful time is so rare, and people who have waited for a lifetime are so precious.
Meet the first grade composition 6 Meet a blooming time, your best self, and meet you with a beautiful attitude.
Meeting is the most beautiful meeting in the soul. Time is short, and the years are seamless, but I am willing to be a ferryman of life.
Love is a silent flower that fills my eyes with sweetness.
I am very lucky to meet you, and I am glad to have you to spend every spring and summer of my life with me.
It's another winter, and I think of my childhood winter again. Maybe, my previous vows with grandpa won't count. Maybe the vows of eternal love will be parted, but I never thought I would say goodbye to grandpa like this. Snow is cruel, so grandpa was drowned by it. ...
When I was a child, I always naively thought that people could live forever, but life is not eternal, and people always have to learn to accept it, which I know. But when my mother and I ran back to our hometown overnight, I didn't even see my grandfather for the last time. How unacceptable I am. When I was a child, I always felt that the future was far away, but this is the first time I have been in such close contact with death. Maybe, I can see my grandfather for the last time when he is dying, so I won't leave any regrets.
Traveling around the world with grandpa was my childhood dream. However, this has become a distant dream for me now.
However, growth has given me the courage to face loss and let me know that people will grow up slowly in loss. When a person meets another person, he should not have regrets, even if the time is short. I believe that a precious memory with my grandfather will be treasured in my heart forever. I met someone and fell in love with a city. The encounter with my grandfather's heart also made me fall in love with my hometown. After all, there, I witnessed my grandfather leading me to grow up.
I think my grandfather saw me in the hospital and witnessed my birth. He should be very happy.
My thoughts are back, and I love the old warmth hidden deep in my heart. Even if I walk alone in the boundless darkness, grandpa will give me the power of love.
Meeting is always so beautiful, but how cruel people get and lose. But grandpa's appearance will be a surprise of my life.
When I met a carefree childhood, with the pace of growth, some people said that six years of primary school would be the best encounter in my life.
I still remember that autumn, I first put on my schoolbag and put on a brand-new school uniform. Going out early on purpose is to take some photos on the way to school, record the time at that moment and leave a bright smile in front of the camera. I didn't mind the camera at that time, and I even liked it. When I grow up, I no longer like taking pictures, even "avoiding it like a snake and avoiding it like a scorpion", but I also lost a frankness accordingly.
Walking through this road again, I found that the campus that once lived together day and night has already changed. Obviously it is more magnificent, but I am a little disappointed. The demolished gray-blue school gate recorded countless sadness of having to get up early and joy of running home from school. Walls covered with brick wallpaper still carry the breath we once relied on, and they carry some memories of our first meeting.
It is also here that we met a partner who accompanied us through six years of growth. No study period will be longer than primary school. For six years, we have lived together almost every day and witnessed each other's growth. We went through the first exam, argued with each other for the first time, but had to sweat in the sun for the first time, until the first time we had a profound difference. In the best time, we met the best each other.
Here, we met the teacher who enlightened us. They are gentle, severe, kind, or a little "indifferent", but long-term coexistence will always give us a glimpse of that good intention. I still remember that before graduation, our naughty made the teacher furious. The teacher said with a cold face that if someone fails, don't invite her to the graduation ceremony. But in the end, although one of your classmates didn't meet the requirements, you still came. At the last moment, you cried into tears. Thank you for meeting you when our thoughts were budding. You let us learn knowledge, know how to be grateful, and know how to cherish others' efforts behind their backs.
At this most innocent time, thank you for meeting you, meeting you All these have taught me to grow up and cherish every encounter.
In the evening of winter, the north wind roared, and the freezing rain kept falling, falling heavily on passers-by like pebbles. Those trees whose leaves have fallen off are shaking violently, as if they would be uprooted by the strong wind the next moment. The pedestrians on the road are all wrapped up, and everyone is wearing umbrellas of different colors. When I came home from class, I passed a trash can in a street and saw a puppy crouching there shivering and scanning around with his small eyes from time to time.
I squatted down and put my umbrella under my neck. It tried to get under the umbrella. I opened my schoolbag at random and found a small piece of bread in front. It snorted as if thanking me, and then quickly swallowed the bread. From its gray fur, we can vaguely see that its original color is white, its ears are sharp and short, and its two small round eyes are like two sparkling glass balls. When I looked at it again, it was licking its hair meekly and whining from time to time, as if talking to me.
At this moment, the school boat came along, holding a red umbrella and a plastic bag. Seeing the ship, the puppy suddenly got up and ran to the ship, wagging its tail desperately. The ship bent down, opened the bag, and affectionately called, "blossoming! Come and eat, are you hungry? " He gently stroked the puppy's head and watched it cackle lovingly. I saw that the dog food in the plastic bag was like an elaborate high-grade box lunch, with meat, vegetables and rice mixed together, which was very nutritious.
I chatted with Haizhou and learned that this puppy is called Duoduo. He often brings things for him to eat, and specially built a simple kennel for him in the bushes of the community. Usually it is too dirty, Haizhou will also take the puppy home to bathe it and "fade" its thick sweater.
That evening, that cold street, that antivir, like a fire, warmed every corner …
Nice to meet you.
It was you who pulled me out of the darkness and came into this world, giving me all the possibilities.
It's you, always accompanying me and raising me. I still remember when I was a child, I had a bad stomach and often vomited everywhere in the middle of the night. You cleaned it with a piece of paper. A little bigger, every night, you read it to me word by word in a vivid voice, taking me into the ocean of knowledge and falling in love with reading from now on; Every winter and summer vacation, you accompany me to travel around China with my footprints and see many beautiful rivers and mountains. Every growth can't be separated from your company.
You taught me with your heart. You always take pains to learn from me, and I give you whatever you want. You let me absorb knowledge with your pen and mouth, and keep my feet on the ground with your hands and feet. Although I am busy, my heart is still with me. That phone call was about care and love. You often say, "There is no hurdle." But you just passed a hurdle, a hurdle of work and family, but you didn't flinch and say hello to him. I see all this in my eyes and keep it warm in my heart.
You made me understand the truth of being a man. Every time I am overwhelmed by a problem, you can always calm down and find a solution. "The solution is always more difficult than it is!" This is your attitude towards everything, so I will always face difficulties positively.
Thank you. Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life. I get taller every day, and you get older every day. I have more and more knowledge. There is only a smile on your face, and there is no regret. Although there are some wrinkles, you will always be young and beautiful in my heart. When you grow up, you will never forget everything about me, and I will be your pride!
Nice to meet you, my mother.
I am not a perfect person when I meet the composition 10 of Grade One. I am not top-notch in my study, my talent is not outstanding, and my efforts are far from enough. I feel that I have a gap with other children since I was a child. In contrast, I am like an ugly duckling, not as smart as others and not as hard as others.
Yesterday's me
At first, I was an introverted girl who hardly revealed her inner world to others. I will only bury myself in reading, and I won't ask others for advice when I meet something I can't understand or understand. When you encounter a little setback, you don't have the courage to overcome it, but give up and escape. My own bad habits, coupled with my poor verbal skills, made me easily overlooked when I was a child. But I also have a childhood dream, that is, to be a host, but it feels out of reach.
Changed me.
Entering the third grade of primary school, another opportunity to audition for the host made my dream not far away. I got up the courage to sign up and double my training. I was successfully elected as an announcer with Toshimoto. It is this small success that makes me realize that my voice can be as beautiful as other announcers and I smile very sweetly. I am no worse than others. With contact with people again and again, I gradually like to communicate with people. The most gratifying thing is that I participated in the provincial recitation contest of more than 2,000 people in the fifth grade. Although I didn't win the championship, I'm not the ugly duckling yesterday.
Today's me
Now I am a junior one student. I have made many friends, and my popularity is excellent. Through my own efforts, I was elected as an announcer in junior high school. Constantly increase confidence, study hard, ask if you don't understand, and suddenly become a different person.
No pains, no gains, which witnessed my growth. I believe that through my own efforts, I will meet the most beautiful myself!
In our life, there are many people or things waiting for us, familiar and unfamiliar. Every encounter may have different gains, so thank you for every encounter and the changes it brings.
That day was the second day I went out for a trip with my family. We were having breakfast buffet at that time. Just as I was drooling and returning to my seat with a plate full of food, I suddenly saw a young lady holding an old lady to the door. Suddenly, the old lady's legs suddenly went soft and she fell down. The young lady was so scared that she was at a loss and could only hold the old lady.
I was so scared that I hurried back to my seat. After sitting down, I felt uneasy and thought: There are so many people around, someone must have gone to the hotel doctor. I stood up and looked back at the place where they fell-no one looked, so I insisted on walking to the doctor. So, I tried to calm myself down, but the scene where the old lady almost fainted on the ground kept playing back in my mind. ...
Just when I could eat with peace of mind, a "angels in white" passed by me. At that moment, I knew that the two ladies were still sitting on the ground helplessly. Not only strangers, but also waiters invited doctors for them-at least not me. My heart was condemned like lightning. A young lady with an old lady in her arms collapsed in front of me so pitifully, but I bypassed them in such a hurry and returned to my seat without any help. ...
After that, I regretted it very much and kept blaming myself for why I put down my plate and didn't go back. I didn't want to do my part, even if I just told the waiter.
I am grateful for that meeting, even if it was a bad memory; I am grateful for that encounter, even if it is a whip to beat my soul; I was grateful for that meeting, even though it bluntly said that I was not brave enough.
Time flies like water when I meet the first grade composition 12. Many memories have faded with the passage of time. Although many memories have been blurred, I was deeply impressed by the meeting with a police uncle I have never met.
I still remember that it was a snowy winter, with traffic jams and hazy fog. I sat in a warm carriage and could hardly see anything through the window. I can vaguely see the outline of the car in front of me, and there is a constant whistle and noise outside. Just when everyone was at a loss, a police uncle suddenly appeared in front. He is not tall and has a smile on his weather-beaten face. But behind the smile, it seems that he is still a little tired. Snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky, and a few snowflakes fell on his face and turned into water droplets in an instant. Facing the traffic jam, he didn't panic. He looked forward firmly and stood in the middle of the intersection. He used his left hand first.
So he waved the traffic with his powerful fingers. His fingers were blue with cold. In this cold winter, the police uncle is still wearing a thin uniform, standing in the middle of the road to direct orderly traffic. I can't help but feel a little sad when I look at his blue hands with cold. The traffic began to pass. When I passed the police uncle, I saw his faint smile.
How time flies. Although it has been a long time, it still haunts my mind and is unforgettable. Whenever I see a snowy night, that encounter will emerge in front of me, and a trace of warmth will pass in my heart.
I met 13 years of writing in the first grade, and passed the threshold of one season.
I'm still where I am, and you haven't left. Everything is the same.
It's just that the heart of the note is covered with a shallow vicissitudes.
Time will eventually run aground.
Standing in that familiar era.
In the face of what is in front of me, I really want to cry happily
Looking back suddenly, things have changed, what a heartbreaking sentence.
Tears are still swirling in my eyes.
Missing, deep or shallow, has become forever.
Last year, today.
I quietly cleaned up my loneliness after you left.
If time can come again, I won't turn around easily and leave you alone.
Forgive me, along with those who have no time to cherish. .......
Fate, meet.
Finally, it was left in a soft heart by time in a classic way and grew into vermilion.
Silence, pick up those scattered chapters and collect them.
Keep your eyebrows down, fold up those withered lines and put them away.
Some warmth, even if no longer, is worth waiting for all your life.
Thank you for your time and give you a silent expectation.
I got lost in that misty rain dream in the south of the Yangtze River and never wanted to go out again.
Meet, Qingcheng.
It turned out that I fell asleep in a clear bay.
Waiting, has been unable to wake up once gentle.
Only in the bottom of my heart, gently make a treasure, and then cherish it. ......
Season, one-way lush, not exaggerated, not imposing manner.
Just like we used to be together silently, silently, but soul mates.
Time is shallow, and the heart is stained with dust.
Even if there are no flowers, I will miss your original intention of being with me.
Embrace the dullness of the years and wait for you quietly.
Read, in the south.
Looking back, every corner of the four seasons is full of whispers of love.
The clear bay in my heart is the sweetness when I miss you.
Some people know, whether they say it or not, they all have a heart.
Some deep feelings are only for a moment, and then they will never be forgotten.
Warm a cup of time, cook a cup of film text, and whisper to the time.
My years are just your passing. ........
I didn't know I would meet you, lovely campus. Stepping into the campus is like stepping into the beginning again. With a pair of curious eyes, I always feel that everything is beautiful.
I still remember that day I finally walked out of the restaurant with my classmates. On the right is a big purple flower. Although it is early autumn, the flowers show no signs of fading. The petals are deep purple, and the flowers in the middle are light purple, which is full of vitality against the small green in the bushes.
A breeze blows, flowers sway with the wind, and my small body will give me an unspeakable feeling. In this way, the figure of "he" stayed in my mind and body for a long time.
I didn't know I would meet you, dear teacher. When I first started school, the first thing I saw was the head teacher. Miss Ti has long straight black hair and wears a pair of glasses on her nose. Behind the camera are a pair of big eyes. The corners of the mouth keep rising, revealing white teeth. From a distance, a sense of intimacy arises spontaneously.
She is our old classmate, but more like our friend. I still remember when we first started school, we introduced ourselves one by one. Some students will inevitably talk about their nicknames. After a classmate introduced himself, the teacher narrowed his crescent-shaped eyes and said with a smile; "Your family name and my family name add up to' crab'." We all laughed happily. Teacher Ti is also a conscientious teacher. At ordinary times, teachers will supplement our extracurricular knowledge, so that we can enrich ourselves more.
In the class of Pinshe, the teacher asked the students to describe a teacher in one sentence. The students are full of smiles between the lines when describing. Indeed, every teacher is very humorous. If we are a boat in the vast sea, then the teacher is the lighthouse on our voyage.
In these short weeks, I also realized the warmth and loveliness of my classmates.
A breeze blew, blowing petals, blowing classmates' smiles, blowing teachers' eyebrows and blowing every corner of the campus. They all exude unique charm, and let us enjoy the intangible beauty of rhyme. This autumn is not bleak, because I met you.
The city where I live is not prosperous, but it also has beautiful scenery. Although it is not as big as a city, it is unique.
Mountain Shennong
In Qinyang, Shennong Mountain is well known, and everyone knows it. Almost all the native Qinyang people have been there. It is only in spring that the trees germinate a little, which is not so obvious in gray. But at this time, you can still see the ice waterfall. The original flying waterfall was frozen into icicles by the snow and ice in the mountains. From the appearance, it is frozen into ice, but in fact it can still fly. The sound of light green water is still loud and small. If you throw a stone from it, if you are lucky, you can see the water rushing out of the gap, which is more magnificent.
Fortunately, I met the mountain in Qinyang!
Swan Lake
In summer, Swan Lake can really become a "holy land". There are many willows and big lotus flowers here, which together form a beautiful picture, quite a bit of Jiangnan flavor. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the children came to the lake with shrimp cages and ropes, tied the ropes, put some baits on them, threw them hard and flew out for more than ten meters. It's boring at this time, and the summer heat doesn't show any signs of fading because of the setting sun. At this time, everyone went back and dragged the long hook under the lotus leaf, and a string of long lotus roots was brought ashore. There is also a little girl who asked her parents to hook a blooming lotus flower. The color of lotus braid is purple, pink, white, jade white and then pale pink from top to bottom. The girl went home happily when she got the flowers, giving people a sense of disobedience and peace of mind.
Fortunately, I met the lake in Qinyang!
Music Square
In winter, everyone has a snowball fight and makes a snowman. But there is a place where Qinyang plays with snow, which is the Music Square. The ground here is open, so you can easily pick up the snow anywhere, and you won't worry about not hitting it at all. Get a sleigh and you can ski on the slope. But most people like to have snowball fights here. Because of people's enthusiasm, it is no longer cold here.
Fortunately, I met winter in Qinyang.
Qinyang is only a small city to others, but I think it is the most comfortable place I have ever seen.