Composition 1 On the topic of meeting, the roses on the table exude a faint fragrance, which reminds me of that most beautiful meeting.
I remember that time, my father picked me up from school and passed by Laundry Street. I saw a ragged, pale and dirty woman pushing a bicycle with many bright red roses on it, as if selling roses. I patted my head, oh! It turns out that today is10.2-my mother's birthday. My father and I went to the lady and said softly, "Aunt, we want a bunch of roses, please wrap them for us." The woman immediately took some beautiful roses, wrapped them in a piece of gray paper, tied them with colored ribbons of five flowers and handed them to us.
I asked softly, "Aunt, how much is it?" "5 yuan money" woman replied. I took a look at my trouser pocket and found that I didn't remember to bring my money and left it at home. I told my dad quietly, and my dad replied that he only brought bank cards without cash, and women only brought cash. We told her that we only brought the bank card and no cash. The woman kindly replied, "nothing, it's very thoughtful of you, and you don't need to give money." This' happiness' is for you. "
I hurried home with this bouquet of roses in tears. As soon as I entered the room, I rushed into the room, took out 5 yuan's money and ran back to Laundry Street. I saw the woman going through the red street lamp. I went straight to the traffic lights at the world record speed of 9 seconds 100 meter, but at that moment, the green light turned red and I had to stop. Silently watching the figure of that strange woman who asks for nothing in return disappear in front of my eyes bit by bit.
The quality of that woman is deeply imprinted in my heart, selfless, sincere and unrequited. This is probably the most beautiful meeting in my heart.
The composition hall with the theme of meeting is full of people and colorful, and the huge venue is brightly lit. I walked out of the hall with an umbrella and fled in a hurry, eager to meet a quiet and fresh air.
It's raining outside in Mao Mao, and it's raining outside in Mao Mao. I looked up and gasped almost greedily, but I was surprised to see a dim moonlight. It's always a little pity that there is no star embellishment. I was about to go downstairs when my heart suddenly tightened. Somehow, I'm a little afraid of this slippery step. Obviously, in this long night, the footsteps are here. Just as I braced myself and planned to walk down the steps carefully, I met a beam of light, not dazzling, but enough to illuminate the front. It was such an unremarkable rainy night, and such a faint light penetrated into my heart.
The rain of the whole world seemed to evaporate at that moment, and the warm soft waves flowed on my face. Tracing back to the light source, you can see an ordinary police uniform. It seems that the doorman only wears such a dress all year round, which is really inconspicuous. But at the moment, I seem to have an illusion that he is a lamp that lights up my heart. He lit up the dark night sky in front of me with a flashlight, making my little heart blossom one after another, as if it had been gently touched by the wind. In the cool wind, it grows soft branches, gives birth to branches and leaves, and pulls the vines all the way up.
"The light on the steps is broken. Be careful, pay attention to safety and go home quickly!" The doorman's kind reminder is still in my ears. I never thought that in those times when migratory birds came and went in a hurry, time would be so generous to give me this beautiful little jump. I walked slowly, almost greedily wanting to embrace the warmth closest to me in the dark.
Thank you for meeting me on this rainy night, which made me feel the beauty of human nature.
Sometimes the price of misunderstanding is so heavy that we can't do our best. For example, missed opportunities, such as missed people, such as children want to raise but not close.
It is often said that more understanding, more tolerance, but can not understand each other's needs and requirements, how to understand, tolerate and pay? You wanted apples, but you didn't tell me clearly. I worked hard to get you a box of pears, which moved me but worried about you. What was the result? Those are two broken hearts, two wandering backs, that's all.
Therefore, we should all express our observations, feelings, demands and demands in an appropriate and clear way. Observation is not comment, request is not command, demand is not accusation. After reading this book, I realized that we often confuse them in our daily expressions, which leads to frequent misunderstandings. I think clear expression is as important as patient listening, and it is also difficult to maintain a relationship. The author of the book has a formula-like explanation and explanation, and the dry goods have benefited a lot. The concept of nonviolent communication is not to instill chicken soup, to make people blindly yield, or to compromise themselves in order to cater to others blindly. Only one side's concession can't last long. Its idea is how to make people deeply understand the needs of others and themselves, pay attention to the unmet needs of themselves or others, and strive to achieve them, instead of accusing, criticizing, forcing or feeling guilty. In this way, people will become more tolerant, peaceful and optimistic, and most importantly, they will love themselves more.
Appreciate meeting.
Writing on the topic of Meeting 4 I have inexplicably fallen in love with the word "Meeting" in recent years. Every time I "meet", I can't help but feel heartache. When I meet a small shop or inn named after her, I will always linger and leave.
"Meeting" is a word with a strong sense of fatalism and deep Zen. In the ancient past, in the gorgeous present, in the distant future, we may "meet", neither too early nor too late, impartial. Because of the word "meet", I fell in love with many places, such as ambiguous Lijiang, warm Dali, golden Qinhuai, sad Wuzhen, elegant Gulangyu Island and even luxurious Kyoto. I was always fascinated by their different beauty.
"Meet" her and her good friends, "wait" and "miss". The two people who "met" forgot to hold hands. The inconsistent pace made them go further and further, and the heart was always longer than the space, especially when one was still moving forward and the other was still looking back frequently. Therefore, they still lost to "missing" and had to "wait" in despair with a tired heart in the silent years.
Stephanie's "meeting" is "waiting" for a missing person and a love that I don't know how to express, and she is afraid of "missing", so she has to wander between the subway and the sea of people. It is so helpless and melancholy that it makes people sad.
I, on the other hand, am "waiting" for a peaceful and leisurely life in the mood of "meeting", and I can't "miss". I would like to join hands with her to explore the three mountains and five mountains and see the prosperity of the world until the end of time. As the Book of Songs says: "Life and death are wide, and children inherit it. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. " That infatuation will not change.
Even in such a beautiful summer evening, I can steal some time to "meet", dance with her in a quiet courtyard, fall in love silently and be happy silently.
We will always meet in different worlds, and perhaps those pleasant and beautiful words are never the most attractive.
On the contrary, things that look ordinary always give us the greatest fate. We always feel that politeness in this world is never a problem for one person. We can see that beyond the scope of this world, there are more novelty. They may not have any intersection with our lives, but they can give us the best hints.
No matter what happens, we are all together. Before watching TV series, I always cared about those external ideas, but later I gradually found that everyone has their own views and attitudes. They may not need to do many good things to realize their dreams. Maybe they just saw the inexplicable results in one place, or maybe they just saw the future factors of that fate.
We don't need too many people to explain the problems and reasons. But after a long time, I hope you can also see what their new concepts and their own hidden ideas mean.
They are never afraid of losing, but they have been brave enough to be themselves on this road, even if they pay more and deeper costs. None of this matters.
If suddenly one day you come to us and see all our dreams and emotions clearly, the parasites living in our minds are actually looking forward to the future. We don't want anyone to give up halfway.
Those beautiful blueprints for future construction are actually real.
How many times have you taken the train?
The train is always noisy, and the symphony in the carriage is playing everywhere: someone is talking to their family and telling them that they have got on the bus smoothly; Some people soak instant noodles, steaming on the glass and blooming into a string of water droplets, and the rich fragrance is hooked to the taste buds; From time to time, there will be noise from children and scolding from parents.
The slow-moving car seems to be nostalgic for the scenery along the way. When I opened the curtain, I suddenly reflected on the glass: I was wearing a heavy down jacket and sitting in my seat, like a fat penguin. I turned my eyes to the window again: the dark night sky made people wonder if I was driving in a cave. There are neither inlaid stars nor bright moonlight in the sky.
Fortunately, a little light and clouds in the distance are floating in the low altitude in the form of cotton wool, but they can only be seen vaguely, just like feathers floating gently on a calm lake, without rippling, but they break the monotony in the night sky. All the houses are hidden in the night, waiting for the dawn to unveil their mystery. Looking up at the sky, I can occasionally see the flashing light when the plane slides, just like the morning star that rises slowly and suddenly disappears. At night, it was as quiet as a sleeping baby, and our train shuttled through her wonderful dream. Through the glass, I found that all the stars in the sky fell into my eyes, overflowing with unspeakable light.
Finally arrived at the destination, we can go to play the scenery we want to see. However, the scenery along the way was my most beautiful encounter. I am thinking that life is the same, the result is very important, but the process may be the most enjoyable, and there are often the most beautiful encounters.