2. Take "I and I met at the age of 16"
When I stepped into the school gate again and started a new semester, I suddenly realized that I had entered a flower season, a 16-year-old who bid farewell to the past and connected with adulthood.
No time to hesitate, no time to react, no time to be sad. The signal of 16 years old pulled me into an unknown world, perhaps a page when the New Year bell rang; Maybe he opened my tired eyes again in the middle of the night, and the red eyes met me when I finished my last homework, which sounded the alarm for my life. Maybe he met me at sunrise in the morning and injected a new force into my slightly gaunt body ... Now 16 years old means struggle, hope, risk and future to me. 16 years old came into my life with a beautiful and silent future of youth. Can I bear these burdens that I have already borne and have not yet borne?
Fortunately, I stood the test. In less than half a year, I have successfully passed one peak after another and another low tide. I am like a sailor sailing on the sea. I was hit by the waves again and again and fell into the abyss. I was sent to the waves again and again, experiencing the magnificent moment of defying everything and embracing the blue sky. I clung to my boat string and let the waves surge. 16 years old is fighting. As long as I don't give up, I can sail to the other side of happiness.
16 years old is more like a fantasy journey, taking you into a green heart and letting you see yourself again. For the first time, I will find my mother's drooping white hair at the dinner table. The first time I saw the teacher rubbing his temples with a pen at the office door, I would be grateful. The first time, when I quarreled with my classmates, I wouldn't impulsively swing my fist .../The journey of Kloc-0/6 years old rounded my heart. He made me more emotional, rational and delicate, and also deeply realized the weight of the word "responsibility".
Met 16 years old. He told me: "I have really entered the life circle of 16 years old, because only children who can withstand the teasing and test of fate, the pressure of responsibility and mission, and the collision of emotion and reason are qualified to meet 16 years old at the next stop of youth!"
I wrote a composition about what happened that day. I don't think so when I meet friendship. However, after I left now, I gradually began to know how to cherish and understand that it is true friendship. The so-called friendship, I think, is the most valuable and tasteful thing in one's life. It is not as selfish as family, nor as possessive as love. For me, family is loving. And love is still far away from me. How dare you taste it before you try it? Now, you can only stay in friendship, savor it slowly, and remember it slowly ~ Does friendship really need "survival" and "forgiveness" to be worthy of taste? Need * * * adversity, * * life and death, so vigorous? I don't think so. Maybe friendship is just walking in the rain together, chasing in the snow together and singing carefree. Maybe it's just a look, a smile and an encouraging word after failure; Maybe it's just a helping hand after getting into trouble; Maybe it's just a blessing when leaving, a greeting after leaving; Maybe ... maybe ... I just entered the journey of life and dare not make too many profound definitions of friendship. I can only talk about my feelings and share them with you. Half a year ago, I was still in another city, which may not be as prosperous as the provincial capital, but I miss it very much, because it carries my unforgettable friendship. I lived with my classmates there for six years. After class, let's play and enjoy the beauty of youth together! Although there is no radio station in our school, after class, there will always be several boys singing the tunes of our youth in a tone-deaf voice; Although there are no neon lights on the weekend evening, we will still meet on the stone bench in the yard, talk to each other, talk together and talk about our future. A burst of laughter reverberated in the air! In this way, we get along quietly. We will shout for the boys' basketball match together, cheer for the class sports meeting to win the championship together, and cry for the failure of the volleyball match together ... but this seemingly dull getting along is no longer dull! I don't think so when I have it. However, until now, after I left, I gradually began to know how to cherish and understand that that is true friendship. I really hope that all people can cherish the immediate friendship and know how to taste sincere feelings. At that time, you will feel that there is a kind of sweetness around you, which is called happiness.
Please write a narrative of not less than 600 words on the topic "What I met that day". Is friendship really that easy to disappear?
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I am unhappy. Always ...
From that day on, I met you and everything changed. Because of your smile, I forgot my sadness; Because of your smile, I forgot the pain.
My meeting with you was so perfect and unexpected. Maybe you and I are strangers; Maybe you and I are not in the same world. However, we met. We met in a perfect country. We met.
Because of you, I began to smile: because of you, I began to forget the pain. I forgot the feeling of abandonment and loneliness. We met in the cherry blossom season. ...
At that time, you were the angel who saved me. You comforted me when I was in pain; When I am lonely, you accompany me. Because of you, I am no longer lonely, and I have learned to appreciate the beauty of life happily. Because of you, my best friend, I will no longer be afraid of loneliness. We met in the season of birds singing and flowers fragrant. ...
It is you, my best friend, who saved me from my pain; It was you, my best friend, who took me to a beautiful world. Thank you, my best friend.
I thought we would be together forever. However, the cruel reality has to convince me that our friendship will not last long after all.
Times have changed and we have grown up. Perhaps because we have grown up, our friendship is no longer as pure as white chrysanthemums. You, my best friend, have changed. Become mysterious, unpredictable and unpredictable. I sometimes think, is this still you? Are you the one wearing a white skirt and smiling? Is it the pure and pollution-free you? I asked you what happened, and you said people can change. Our friendship is not as good as it used to be. This is a bolt from the blue for me. You know very well how important our friendship is to me. In those days, you took me to fly. Now, are you leaving me?
Time goes by bit by bit, and the river flows bit by bit. We seldom contact. In an instant, we parted ways. I can't help thinking: how time flies. You've only been away from me for a few months. Really like you said, will people change? But now, you turn around and walk away, leaving me alone. Maybe you have accepted this fact, but I'm still stuck in it. I can't believe this is the end of our perfect meeting!
I don't know how many years have passed, and I met you in the season of flowers, birds, fish and insects. But do you remember me? Can you still hug me tightly? Even if I stand in front of you, you don't remember me at all. You just treat me as a stranger. What can I say about all this? Who am I to say? You have forgotten me and our friendship. What can I say about all this?
After you left, I became the lonely and sad me again. You may not know all this. But, like me, do you sometimes miss our friendship? However, all this is irreparable. We have become people from different worlds again. I won't meet you in that world, nor will I fly to that beautiful country with you again. We became strangers. ...
Our friendship, like willow leaves, will wither in autumn and grow again in spring? I think I know the answer to this question. However, that encounter will be imprinted on my mind forever. So, what about you?
5. What did I meet? The structural genre of a narrative "I met you that day" seems to be a blink of an eye. Meeting you reminds me of the sentence "Who did you meet at the most beautiful time?" I think, I will answer, "at that time, I met you, and I hope to stay at that time." From then on, I hope life will be the same ... "Before that, I like to lie in bed lazily, flip through books and then go to sleep. On that day, on a whim, at the moment I stepped out of the door, there was a gentle wind blowing on my face, and there was a faint earthy breath in my breath. You came, today, I met you, I cheered, and then set foot on the land you touched. On both sides of the cement road, there are tender grass buds, which stretch gracefully under the touch of your hand and look leisurely; In the yard, a few days ago, if you were a flower, you smiled unconsciously. Originally, you really came, came to my side and met me. With your company, listening to quiet songs, walking slowly, leisurely and aimlessly on the road, as long as you are around, everywhere is the most beautiful scenery. That year, I passed you by Last year, I waited for your arrival in various ways, but I couldn't meet you when you arrived. What was I doing then? Oh, by the way, I was racing against time, hoping that he would let you accompany me for a long time, so I missed meeting you. Fortunately, this year, I finally met you, and I promised you a thousand times and ten thousand times in my heart. I know, you promised, so I came in time and met you when I thought I was the most beautiful. I looked up. Did you wait a long time to see me? The flowers on the branches are in full bloom. Did you see them? Red, yellow and white, shining like a rainbow in the warm sunshine, are your gifts, aren't they? How beautiful! I really hope that time stays at this moment, today, at my most beautiful time, because at this time, I met you. It would be great if life were like the first time. Lying on the grass, under your touch, I will fall asleep slowly with a reassuring smile on my face. I know you will be by my side, because this is our agreement.
6. An article "Meeting people is a poem, including laughter and sadness; Meeting is a song, high-pitched, passionate and gentle.
Is to meet and make life colorful; It is friendship that makes life so beautiful. Six years ago today, at this time, we became classmates. Over the past six years, that still bright smile and that still pure friendship have melted in my heart and echoed in my mind.
That day, I can't remember whether it was sunny or raining cats and dogs. Like me, you may have carried a schoolbag that Bay never carried. Or laugh; Or cry.
Walking on a strange road. Walk slowly.
Walk into that strange school.
Childish face, fooling around? Dazed? Angry on the side? We are all the same, and the fear of strangers is deep in my mind. That's when you and I met.
You are very popular in our class and your grades are good. I don't need it, it doesn't matter; I don't understand. I don't need to understand.
It doesn't matter what you left behind. Nothing, just glad to see you again. I can continue to be your classmate.
I can also see you in the next class, laughing and having fun together. Once, I may have forgotten you, because I don't know; I may have betrayed you, because I only did it for myself; I may not know you, because you may not know me.
People took you first and left me. Looking at your silent departure, I am afraid and guilty, but I still pretend to be indifferent.
Unexpectedly, you don't care, and you still don't care. In junior high school, you were still a "good classmate" in your class, and your eyes were the same.
Let bygones be bygones, let bygones be bygones. I still miss you on tiptoe, I still remember wandering memories, and I still pretend to be indifferent, just like wormwood. When I first smelled it, it was bitter and sour, but after a long time, you found it had a charming fragrance.
Just like this friendship, there are crying and laughing. Waiting for the next miracle, sometimes we have a tacit understanding, and sometimes we are helpless.
This precious friendship is really good. Close your eyes and feel those flashy years.
Maybe the sunshine that day was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes. Maybe that day, the cold wind was biting, and the feelings that turned into that strange name were flowing carefully.
There may be two childish children sent to school crying that day. That crying child is you.
Your name is no longer strange. I hope the friendship between primary schools can continue. When I get old, I may have a warm current in my heart when I recall it.
The world is beautiful because of friendship, because it is so beautiful.
On that day, I met Bach as the topic of my composition. First of all, we should conceive the composition and determine the theme. The topic should be investigated. The first person is me, Bach and me, events, meetings, times, dates, topics, meetings, that is, what happened after the meeting, and what moved and inspired you. Determine whether the article is narrative or argumentative. Of course, this is definitely not an exposition. From the title, we can know, in short, time, place, people, events and results. The theme can start from your thoughts or ideological situation, or from events. First of all, you should know who Bach is, what works he has, what works he praised or his personality, what thoughts he has, how to promote music, how to do it, and how to be accepted by society and the world. What did his great achievements and acquisition process inspire you? You can talk to him. Or experience one or more things together. What excellent qualities and influences have you gained through contact and communication, such as looking up at the stars, stepping on the earth, writing specific feelings and highlighting details? You may mean what you should write. The above analysis hopes to inspire you.
8. What did I meet? The structural genre of the narrative "I met you that day"
It seems that I met you in the blink of an eye, which reminds me of the sentence "Who did you meet at the most beautiful time?" I think I will answer, "at that time, I met you, and I hope to stay at that time." From then on, I hope life will be the same ... "
Before that, I like to lie on the bed lazily, turn over the books in my hand lazily, and then go to sleep in a daze. On that day, on a whim, at the moment I stepped out of the door, there was a gentle wind blowing on my face, and my breath smelled of earth and grass. I suddenly realized that before I knew it, you had arrived, and today, I met you and cheered.
On both sides of the cement road, there are tender grass buds, which stretch gracefully under the touch of your hand and look leisurely; If you were a flower in the yard a few days ago, you smiled unconsciously. Originally, you really came, came to my side and met me.
With your company, listening to quiet songs, walking on the road, walking slowly, walking leisurely, walking aimlessly, as long as you are around, there are the most beautiful scenery everywhere.
That year, I passed you by and you came in a hurry. Before I found out, you had already left, leaving me with a regretful figure. Last year, I waited for your arrival in various ways, but I couldn't meet you when you arrived. What was I doing then? Oh, by the way, I was racing against time, hoping that he would let you accompany me for a long time, so I missed meeting you. Fortunately, this year, I finally met you, and I promised you a thousand times and ten thousand times in my heart. I know, and you promised, so I came in time and met you when I thought I was the most beautiful.
I looked up and saw the white clouds jumping and swaying at your command under the blue curtain. Do you use this to express your happiness? Did you wait a long time to see me? The flowers on the branches are in full bloom. Did you see them? Red, yellow and white, shining like a rainbow in the warm sunshine, are your gifts, aren't they? How beautiful!
I really hope that time stays at this moment, today, my most beautiful time, because at this time, I met you.
If only life were like the first time.
Lying on the grass, falling asleep slowly under your touch, with a reassuring smile on your face, I know you will be by my side, because this is our agreement.