Beautiful encounter with the first 500-word composition 1, hard work and persistence, let the east, west, north and south wind.
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Acacia trees in school are in bloom.
Its beauty is breathtaking. I don't know when it opened, but I looked up and met this acacia tree. In an instant, the heartbeat missed the beat.
Its flowers are whispering, hidden in dense green leaves, with deep purple under the ears, but the top is illuminated by the sun, and a gust of wind blows, and the petals fall to the ground. I can't bear to see it. I feel a little sad at the thought of petals falling to the ground and being "smashed into mud".
But this sadness is fleeting, and the petals fall to the ground as thick as a carpet. When the wind blows, the petals are like waves, and they are stacked one after another, which is a purple sea of flowers. The falling petals are lavender in color, which satisfies people's fantasy of beautiful things.
This is the first time we have met.
I thought it would go on like this, but it rained continuously these days. I can't help worrying again. I think you were bitten by the strong wind and mercilessly beaten by the rain. It really means more "wind and rain always beat you away".
The second time we met was the day after the rain. Your ears are obviously much less, only a little lavender, mixed with a large area of green, too weak and fragile. That purple is more colourful, not Tai Su. I'm glad that despite the storms, you took them as baptism. You don't look disgusting, but you have a few spikelets, which look more beautiful.
Life is not such a blow, frustration is a baptism of life, in order to make you stronger. All you need to do is smile and stick to it. Finally, there will always be some budding flowers hanging on the branches to repay your past persistence.
Rummanmanqi Xiu Yuan Xi, I will search up and down.
This is really a wonderful meeting.
Beauty meets 500 words. In the long river of time, we have learned gratitude and love. The whole world is blindly chasing things that don't belong to us, but they lack them. But forget what is with you when you are poor, what is sad when you cry, and what is lonely when you are lonely.
Three years will pass, and the arrival of the college entrance examination will write a perfect ending for my three years in high school. Dreaming back to the midsummer of that year, the blue and hazy teenager completed his growth in the baptism of autumn wind. My classmates and teachers who have been with me for three years meet in this big family of love, which is also the beginning of our beauty.
Xia Chan's chirping composed a magnificent movement for the senior high school entrance examination. In music, I became a little note. There is no great contribution and no great heart. I closed the window God gave me, ignoring the noise and prosperity of this world. In autism, I lost my self-confidence and the power to walk into other people's hearts.
When we first met, the Woods in the sun were mottled like dreams. Walking on the path next to the trees, Guanghua sprinkled a piece of fluorescence through the dense leaves, which fell on the girl's head, shoulders, skirt and my heart. As night falls, the curtain of the dream kingdom is pulled down, and my hazy eyes are opened. The dark sky covered my green eyes, and the campus at night added an indescribable touch. I waited for the sun to rise in the silent night. I was shocked by the fantasy it brought me. I was confused about how to choose the future road. Thanks to the turning of the wheel of destiny, we met, and also thanks to the campus for leaving us a stirring youth footprint.
Graffiti on the wall and dust on the wall are all signs of our youth. You selflessly tolerate me and thank you for your campus. Because of you, we have a meeting place, lovely classmates and respectable teachers. Thank you, thank you for making us have the best meeting.
As early as the second day of junior high school, I heard that No.6 Middle School moved to Huangdao District, probably because my home is close to No.6 Middle School, and it takes about 20 minutes to walk every holiday. When I first met No.6 Middle School, I was deeply attracted by the environment, appearance and architectural features of No.6 Middle School. I ran with my parents on the huge playground of No.6 Middle School, and the excitement and joy can still be recalled. I know this may be a lucky fate. From then on, I fell in love with No.6 Middle School.
My grades are average, which is also an uncertain thing in senior high school entrance examination six. In the third grade, I encouraged myself not to forget my original ideal, so I decided to work hard. From then on, it hung stubbornly on the treetops like a pole leaf on a tree. Many things have been done, and I successfully entered the sixth middle school with my ideal senior high school entrance examination results. At that moment, it should be the best meeting waiting to enter the sixth middle school.
I am very excited about the beginning of military training. As a student in No.6 Middle School, I feel proud and proud.
Two days ago, I officially entered No.6 Middle School, and my amiable teacher led me to find a dormitory in No.6 Middle School. She is so beautiful that her eyes are as deep as black gems. From her eyes, we can see her firmness and confidence in building the next batch of pillars. Clean and tidy dormitory, kind aunt, let me deeply fall in love with No.6 Middle School, unable to extricate myself.
The training of military training made me know new friends. The partners of the new big family are meticulous about military training and want to win glory for the class. The instructor's earnest teaching also made me realize the difficulty and fun of military training.
Trees can't change their living environment, people can't change their origins, but they can change their destiny through hard work, so trees become trees and I can become useful here.
Beautiful Meeting 500 words 4 In that sunshine, I met you.
Looking at ordinary but meaningful you, I recall how much sweat and tears I paid to get you at that time. How many times I worked hard and paid, I met you and changed my life's fate. You will always be treasured in the deepest part of my heart.
It is raining. A little rain, not light or heavy hit my heart. Yes, I lost. Why can't you give me a chance? I shouted in my mind. My mood is like that complicated rain, very sad and sad. I started looking for memories, hoping to find something to cheer me up. The next second, I found you. I carefully took you out of the bedside table and admired you quietly.
Against the backdrop of the rain, you look particularly shiny. You are light pink, but you don't look too coquettish. You can penetrate into my heart bit by bit. I'm starting to remember. I recall the efforts made a year ago, the support and encouragement of my classmates, parents and teachers, and my expectations. I smiled. The gold font on it seems to make you more dazzling and hopeful. I've been watching you for a long time, as if I were studying a famous painting and intoxicated. I didn't realize that the rain had stopped. A little golden sunshine came into the window and I touched you. Your story seems to give me courage and strength, so that I can move forward step by step. Let me ignore all the hardships, because you are with me. From that moment on, you are not just an ordinary admission notice, you have become an unexpected encounter in my life, the most beautiful encounter.
Meeting each other stirred up ripples in my heart, and the surprise was moving.
Meeting makes my life colorful and beautiful.
In that sunshine, I seemed to meet you again. It was a surprise and the most beautiful meeting.
Beautiful Meeting We didn't know each other before school started. When we first met after school, you smiled at me and said nothing, but I saw your cheerful and optimistic face.
I met you again when I walked home alone from school that day. So we live on the same street. Thanks for this meeting, we got to know each other and became good friends. From then on, we went home together after school every day.
One day, something happened at school, so the school was late. I happened to be on duty that day. It's almost dusk, and I can't help worrying. I watched the sun gradually sink to the horizon, and looked at my classmates on duty, looking for someone who was on the same road with me. Unfortunately, no one. I can't help but feel scared when I think that I will walk alone on a dark road without street lights. I hurried to wash the mop, trying to finish my task quickly. I met you when I flew to the bathroom with a mop.
You stood at the stairs, panting, and I couldn't help calling out your name and asking, "What are you doing back in the classroom? Isn't it over? " You smiled and said, "I am waiting for you. Let's go home together. We are good friends!" " At that moment, I felt infinite warmth.
After the duty, we walked home together. My heart is no longer afraid. Although it is already dark, we are still talking and laughing together. The moonlight seems particularly bright today. The moonlight shines on your face, and your face looks more beautiful and moving. I look at you and I am deeply moved.
Good to see you, my friend!
Thank god, let me meet you, let us become friends and go on together; Thank you for coming into my life and making my junior high school life more colorful.
This is a wonderful meeting. ...
Beautiful Meeting 500 Words 6 My Time Video Recorder, and the remaining memories are slowly being 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.
I met an old locust tree in front of the 7 th floor of the first grade composition of 500 words. It has stood there for decades and witnessed the changes of the city. In summer, it is hot and lush; Even if the leaves fall all over the ground in winter, they are still tough and straight. It was not until that day that I really noticed and discovered this wonderful encounter.
In the drizzle, the score came down, and the backward ranking made my mood fall to the bottom. Black and white always hit my heart. When I looked up at the sky and lamented my incompetence, a bright green appeared on my head. Sporadic raindrops kept dripping from the cracks in the leaves and gently hit my cheek. Soon it rained heavily.
I looked up at the crown of the locust tree, and the branches strongly supported this piece of green. Every leaf bends down again and again under the pressure of the rain, but when the rain falls again, the leaves bounce back tenaciously with this magical power. How can the scars hit by the rain leave it? Only new clothes are greener and more dazzling than before. It's raining, and the gorgeous movements of every leaf are repeating. I can't help but understand something, and I feel the same way.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." Soon, the rain stopped. I looked at the crown of the tree again, and the scene in front of me really shocked me-the old pagoda tree didn't fall leaves after the rain, but it was more tall and straight, brand-new and more eye-catching under the blue sky. My eyes are moist: the rain really didn't hit it much, but it brought it a bright tomorrow.
That tree is not now, is it? How many setbacks can I suffer from a failed exam? Learning lessons and catching up are the best gifts left by "this rain".
Old pagoda tree, this wonderful encounter will surely take root in my heart and lead me to overcome difficulties and be a better myself on the long road.
On the first day of beautiful meeting, the afterglow of the sunset was gently sprinkled on the neat rows of bookshelves. I carefully sorted out a book, and when I looked back, it was a father and daughter with their heads down. The father whispered the story, while the baby listened with relish and smiled happily from time to time. What a beautiful scenery!
I still remember when I was in primary school, my mother took me to a mysterious place-Jinjiang Library Children's Hall. Every time my mother always leaves me there to die. At first, I was wronged, but after a long time, every time I entered the library, books came to my face, which made me unable to speed up my pace and explore in the ocean of books.
This is really a wonderful enjoyment! You see, the simple dialogue in Guess how much I love you is full of love, happiness and emotion. Reading Insects, I dabbled in the magic of insects and the infinite mysteries of nature; Reading Teacher Zhuang Zhuang and the Placed Students tells us that kindness and diligence are more important than grades. When reading Robinson Crusoe, I can't help but let myself play the characters in the book. In the face of difficulties, I racked my brains to find a way to go through five customs and defeat six generals ... At this time, I was bathed in books, as if I were a boat, touching the surging sea of books. Sometimes quiet, sometimes lively. ...
Now I am not only a frequent visitor to the library, but also a member of the library volunteers. I realized the responsibility of being a volunteer and the hard work of the staff from distributing books to putting them on shelves, whole shelves and making up books. Looking at every serious and satisfied reader, looking at the warm and happy big bookstore, looking at our neat bookshelves, guarding and watching us like a soldier, I am proud of being a library volunteer!
Looking at the brilliant afterglow of the sunset, I think everyone who loves books probably has their own dreams and loves such a pure land.