The most unforgettable meeting I met was excellent composition one.
Everything meets nature, which may be a poetic journey; With the book, this may be a collision of hearts; There is cold and warm, forming rain; With spring and summer, the year is formed; With plum and winter, life blooms. There are many encounters in life, and the most unforgettable encounter is that I really met one of the greatest family ties-maternal love.
I like walking because it can relax my mood. One afternoon, I came home and wanted my mother to ask me to go to my classmate's house to play, but my mother rebuffed me: "What are you going to play?" The exam is coming soon. Do you still want to play without studying hard? " I slammed the door in anger and left without looking back. When we walked away, my mother's voice faded away behind me.
I walked in the square, looking at kites in the sky and admiring them. Ever since I was a child, I yearned for the feeling of freedom like the wind, flying freely in the sky, feeling the wind blowing through my ears, and watching birds with me, which is very carefree. I always thought so.
At this moment, a immature voice interrupted my imagination. "Dad, put more, put more!" It turned out that a little girl and her father were flying kites. Father's hand held the lever tightly and slowly wound the thread in a circle and put it down. Suddenly, with a bang, the line was broken. The little girl was surprised, but I could see that she was still happy. "Dad, look, the kite flies so far!" "The kite flew slowly into the distance. Suddenly, the kite fell quickly, and I was surprised. I think that little girl is as confused as I am. The father next to her said, "A kite with a broken thread has no control over the thread. Whenever there is a gust of wind, it will be blown down. "
Standing there, I suddenly realized. I have always thought that maternal love is just a rope that binds the soul. Actually, it is not. Without the protection and control of maternal love, I will only degenerate more and more and I can't find my own direction.
Motherly love is a hard stone, which ignites the fire of hope; Motherly love is the fire of hope, igniting the lamp of ideal and illuminating the way forward; Motherly love is the direction of progress, giving people positive power! Friend, do you know anything about maternal love? Motherly love is a coat in cold weather and a glass of milk in the middle of the night; Motherly love is a pair of hands to wipe your sweat, and you are considerate when you are tired.
I replaced the rope that bound my heart with a warm silk thread, which contained my mother's blood and sweat, and the other end of the thread was firmly grasped by my mother.
The most unforgettable encounter with excellent composition II.
A ray of sunshine, a love. When I met a book, it reminded me of the "days when there were books"-the inscription.
In summer, cicadas sing and white clouds render the blue sky. As the bell rings, cheers ring! My time finally came as promised.
The afternoon sun shone through the blue window and fell on the ground to form a blue light spot. Just like a child chasing after a fight, meeting a book is like blue light.
Turn on the air conditioner, sit on the rattan chair by the window in the study, hold the flowers and tea on the small coffee table and enjoy the rare leisure. I got up and walked to the front of the bookshelf, brushed away the dust that had been falling for a long time, and dug up a famous book. I flipped through it.
Fingers gently brushed the page, only to see Dai Wangshu's lilac figure holding up an oil-paper umbrella with her plain hand, watching the drizzle fluttering in an alley covered with moss and uneven slate, Tingting curled up and wandered sadly in this long rain lane. Like cloves, they come and go, leaving only a faint fragrance.
Turning a page, I walked into the quaint and beautiful Jiangnan town written by Zheng Chouyu. Blue bricks and tiles, willows and lotus flowers, trickling water, and fish playing. When I stepped onto the bridge, I saw the weak woman standing against the window, heard the pounding of hooves, anxiously looking forward to it, longing for it, and lingering. This small town in the south of the Yangtze River makes people happy, and the beautiful mistakes also make people shake their heads and sigh. Who carved a scar on her again, who aggravated her thinking?
At the end of the book, I put down the book and suddenly saw a dream of red mansions on the shelf, so I made another cup of tea and watched the hot air diffuse, and my heart slowly calmed down.
Look at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion surrounded by bamboo. From the window sash covered with gauze, I heard the gentle lament of women. Daiyu, a talented woman, was originally a crimson pearl fairy. In order to repay Baoyu's kindness, she devoted her life to tears.
I love Daiyu, and I love her gesture of "as quiet as a bridge flowers shine on wood and walking like a weak willow to help the wind"; Love her talent of "stealing a pear core for three minutes and borrowing a plum flower for a wisp of soul"; I love her sadness when she buries flowers and tears, and I love her determination when she burns poems. She, like a pine and cypress, is swaying in my heart.
Meet books, meet talents in masterpieces; Meet the book and meet the scenery in the book; Meet the book, meet the sad woman in a dream of red mansions. ...
The most unforgettable encounter excellent composition III.
Open the book with yellowed pages. When the wind blows, there seems to be a faint scent of ink in the air. I know this is the experience we met.
When I met you, I was a child, innocent. I always like to hold a book and read it quietly on the wooden chair at home. I only knew a few words at that time, but I stubbornly wanted to read them. Helpless, my parents showed me a book called Andersen's Fairy Tales, which was the first book I came into contact with. I remember I was so happy that I immediately turned to that book. But I didn't expect that I was dumbfounded just a few words-I couldn't understand the rest. I stared at the word for a long time, but I couldn't recognize it. I had no choice but to throw the book on the sofa angrily and cry bitterly. Hearing this, my parents rushed to comfort me and read the words in the book to me one by one, which finally calmed the storm.
Later, I went to the fourth grade of primary school. At this time, I no longer like reading fairy tales, but like reading some famous books that I can probably understand. When reading The Journey to the West, I couldn't help feeling envious of the Monkey King's seventy-two changes. I also feel ridiculous for Pig Bajie's laziness, or admire Friar Sand's loyalty, and sympathize with Tang Priest's bumpy journey of learning Buddhist scriptures.
Later, I will graduate from primary school. At that time, I loved to watch Morning Flowers, Romance of the Three Kingdoms or Water Margin. "The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes." "Success or failure is empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset glow is red several times." In these books, I also saw the stories behind them, either sad or happy. At the same time, my Chinese level has also advanced by leaps and bounds, and I am often praised by teachers. The seeds of self-confidence have taken root and sprouted in my heart and grown slowly. At that time, I not only loved books, but also appreciated them.
Now, I read Xin Qiji's words: "Eight hundred Li under his command, fifty strings beyond the Great Wall", and read out his lofty sentiments of going through fire and water for his country. Reading Du Fu's poem "After the war in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold", we can see his concern for his hometown. That poem made me read a kind of sadness, joy and feelings.
In the best time, I met the best you-book. I spent my time on poetry. I feel very lucky to meet you.
The most unforgettable encounter with excellent composition IV.
It turns out that all youth will not be blank, no matter how inferior they are, they will be like Sophora japonica in May, full of branches and unconsciously blooming with a fragrant and sweet breath. -inscription
Before I met her, I didn't know that life could produce such beautiful flowers. When I hid in the corner with inferiority, she came into my world.
When I was a child, I always walked away silently when I saw other children having fun. Grow up slowly, some things are only buried in my heart, and no one tells me. Until I met her—
She just appeared in my life and made my world colorful again. "Wu are you? Let's be friends. " This is the first time we met and the beginning of our friendship. At that time, I was still immersed in the sadness of having no friends and didn't take her to heart. But after we met, we became close-I found that she was a very interesting person and gradually began to smile in front of her.
It's not that I'm useless, but that I didn't try to make more friends. With her encouragement, I tried to make friends step by step, always smiling at everyone and making them smile. Therefore, I made many friends. Every time I make a good friend, I will share it with her. She always said to me: "Come on, be the most confident you!" " "Whenever she said this, my heart is always warm. Face life with a smile, it will be good for you. It was she who made me understand this truth and let me have wonderful encounters again and again.
I met her in the best years, and we spent that youth together and found our own happiness in this reality. Even if I have to face a brand-new life now, I still remember what she told me: growth is not to learn to avoid setbacks, but to learn not to be afraid of pain. Now, I have made new friends, but I will cherish every encounter so as not to forget my first encounter with her.
There are many wonderful encounters in life, but what I remember most is her encounter. Because, in that beautiful youth, she spent the most muddleheaded time with me-in order not to forget my first meeting with her.
The most unforgettable encounter excellent composition five.
Meeting nature is a poetic journey; Knowing books is the cultivation of the mind; When spring and winter meet, there will be years ... that night, I met you.
That night, I gently opened the encyclopedia of knowledge lying quietly on my desk. That page is a picture. This is a picture of a worried man. Tears swirled in his eyes. Under the cliff where he is, there is a fast-flowing river. I immediately recognized this as Qu Yuan.
During the Warring States Period, Qu Yuan was originally a minister of the State of Chu, and he always served the country. Later, the king of Chu listened to the slanderers of the villain and no longer valued Qu Yuan. Seeing Qin Jun approaching Chu, Qu Yuan was very sad. He wrote the scene of the war into a wonderful poem, which is "National Mourning". Even if he later committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, he was "born and dead, dead in spirit, and the soul is a ghost."
Many people think that "success is king, failure is kou". I never thought of it that way either. Success and failure never mean anything. Qu Yuan, although he failed at that time, so what? We will always remember his patriotic feelings.
Besides this noble patriotic feeling, Qu Yuan left many brilliant poems for later generations. It created a new poetic style, namely Sao style. It broke the four-character structure of the Book of Songs. There is also his "Li Sao", with beautiful words and rhymes everywhere, which makes people impressed at first reading. Because of this, he can be praised by later generations as one of the four famous people in the world.
Since I met Qu Yuan that night, whenever I mentioned Qu Yuan, it was no longer just the Dragon Boat Festival and Zongzi. And his patriotic feelings, even though he died, and his brilliant poems. Ah, Qu Yuan, I admire you.
The most unforgettable encounter with excellent composition VI.
When a drop of cold rain touches a hot spark, even cold and hard ice will melt with it. Even if one person's mood is at a low point, another person's happy smiling face will make your empty heart suddenly enlightened.
A little light rain patted on the window, making a "snapping" sound, and the teacher's announcement of class was faintly heard in the ear. I slowly put my textbooks and papers into my schoolbag. I didn't do badly in the exam, but the teacher's "no real level" made me feel that the whole paper seemed to be splashed with ink and dirty.
When we went down the stairs, all the students were discussing the scores in groups. This question should not be wrong, and that question should not be wrong ... unconsciously, a drop of cold rain hit my face, and it rained! I think: but I don't have an umbrella. Put on my hat and go to the bus stop.
The bus I'm waiting for has arrived. I'm going to get on the bus and feel my pockets-where's the bus card? The feeling of panic is like your heart suddenly stopped beating. I grabbed my schoolbag anxiously and rummaged through it. Not in the building, not in the book. My hand stopped searching, and I stood in a corner of the bus stop blankly, but my heart was silently shouting, "What should I do? How can I come back? " I just stood there, letting the rain soak my clothes and watching the passing cars whizzing by. Everyone in the car must be on their way home, I think so.
Suddenly, the rain stopped. I looked up and saw a familiar but strange figure. Is it mom and dad? I don't think so. When I got closer, I saw a completely strange face, which looked about my age. He handed me a small bag, and I took it and opened it-two coins and a note that read:
Learning-loving classmate: I see you have been standing for a long time. Surely you don't have a bus card? I lend it to you, and you don't have to pay it back (I'm also a classmate who loves learning with you).
I can't help laughing. I looked up and looked for the figure of the boy. It's gone.
I got on the bus, with a note in my hand, and felt that even a piece of paper was hot. When I got home, the rain seemed to bounce on me briskly, and a smile touched my mouth. That boy, that unknown boy, gave me a hand when I was about to fall into the glacier, which filled my heart with temperature instantly and made this daily encounter extraordinary.
The most unforgettable encounter with excellent composition VII.
Peach blossom meets spring, which is the bloom of life. -inscription
In the cold wind, only a lonely shadow flows slowly. And what it left was just a string of glittering and translucent thoughts. It is so empty that it can't hold everything, and it gradually darkens itself. ...
Spring, a world in which everything is revived and birds are singing, also means that the cold and sad snow will eventually be wiped away by the spring breeze to welcome the new power holders. Lonely, I stepped into the peach blossom forest alone, looking for those untrue words. As long as I take a breath, the faint peach blossom fragrance will slowly penetrate into my body and inject into my soul. I like it here. It always makes me calm and secure.
But in this boundless white world, there is another person: I was surprised to see a girl with a long skirt fluttering and barefoot standing under the peach tree. White slender fingers gently stroked along the bright black bark, and a series of whispers came to my ears. Like water, like a song, clear and beautiful. Black hair poured down like a waterfall, but it reached the ankle. When I approached, the starling flew in surprise and brought a burst of flowers. With her back to me, she turned around in the second half of the pink gauze curtain and looked at me with a crooked eyebrow. "You're here?"
I was stunned by this beauty and beauty. She is like a lost fairy, waiting for someone to touch her and save her.
Although we met for the first time, it is strange that we are like friends for many years, and our hearts are connected. She said her name was Jinse: I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each Jinse has a youthful interval. Jinse took me to the depths of the peach blossom forest-the house where she lived. The room is made of mahogany, small but clean, and all the furniture is in it. She loves to laugh, like a warm spring; And I'm just a cold winter. She didn't dislike that I dare not speak, because she can't communicate with others. On the contrary, she melted the ice and snow around me with her unique gentle voice like spring breeze and brought me out of the dark world. That night, I recalled my experiences during the day and sniffed the fragrance on my clothes, and my heart gradually calmed down. I fell asleep because I have been insomnia at night.
I took my camera at home and trotted into the peach blossom forest. She has a great desire to take pictures since she saw the last photo I took on the night of the meteor shower. It's a beautiful day today. Let me take a picture of her.
In the early morning, the flowers and plants at the foot trembled with the wind coming from the soles of the feet, and some dew dropped in the puddle last night. Jinse took my hand and walked on the grass, leaving a silvery laugh all the way. Dew wet her white canvas shoes, but she didn't care. I walked with her under the tree where we met. She held the tree and smiled like yesterday.
We went to the photo studio to print this photo, one for each person. Give it to her because she wants to get a photo; Give it to me as a souvenir.
However, the day of parting came. This time, as usual, she dragged me to sit on a simple white sheet and talked a lot. She turned and walked into the study. She took out a thick Book of Songs from two rows of bookcases and handed it to me-she knew I loved reading.
I stroked the spine of the book-the corner of the book had turned yellow, and the book was covered with water stains. Jinse said it was given to her by a very important person, and now she gave it to me.
Jinse took my hand and turned to Nan Zhou? Taofei, word for word, said in her gentle voice, "Taofei, burn its brilliance ..."
The next day, I went to Jinse's cabin as usual, but I didn't see Jinse. I panicked and looked around in Taohua Forest, but there was no result-she was gone.
I returned to the hut with tears on my face. The mahogany hut was whimpered by the wind. There was no one in the room, and an unknown bird outside the house cried long, as if regretting Jinse's departure. I turned to sit in the chair, but I was surprised to find a piece of writing paper on the table-it was a pink writing paper with a faint smell of tears.
For a long time after Jinse left, I sat on the threshold of the mahogany hut, waiting for her to come back, while carefully depicting her face with my fingers. I took the book of songs that Jinse gave me before I left, and left the page number in Nan Zhou? Yao Tao's side. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. Just reading the first sentence has taught people how to distinguish. Is this a gorgeous peach blossom or a woman as gorgeous as a peach blossom?
Jinse is like a flower on the other side. Even if I can't pick it, I will always live in my heart.
Three hundred poems are just pure memories of past lives. ...
The most unforgettable encounter with excellent composition 8.
I remember in the early spring of last year, I came out to look for spring when I was idle!
I ran into a breeze without walking a few steps. The breeze smelled of spring, mixed with grass and faint flowers. I walked along the path with the wind, next to a pool of green water. The water seems to have solidified, but there are all kinds of fish swimming underwater. They are vaguely hiding in the water, like a girl with a lute covering her face slightly, with a variety of amorous feelings. When will the thin paper-like ice that blocks me and the fish melt with the breeze and usher in a vibrant spring?
I was somewhat disappointed that I didn't meet the expected spring. I took back my hands swinging in the air and walked on. My pace is getting faster and faster. In spring, where are you hiding?
With full expectations, I walked to a small lawn. Yes, even if the warmth of spring doesn't want to see me, isn't even the grass willing to stick its head out?
Here we are! Almost there! Smelling the faint fragrance, I walked gently into the small lawn for fear of disturbing the quiet air. Why, why! What appears in front of us is still yellow, only a few pieces of new green are scattered at will.
Am I too early? I was so disappointed that I didn't even want to take another look and walked home. I walked absently, in front of me was a big tree, and a sadness filled my heart. I opened my hand and hugged it gently, regardless of the water on the trunk. At this time, I heard the sound of everything growing in the trunk! I was so excited that I put my ear to the trunk and reveled in the embrace of spring. ...
I finally understand, where is the tree I am hugging? It's a big tree hugging me! The comfort from ancient times is so unreal and so real. A green leaf patted my shoulder and made me cry. At the moment I was hugged by the tree, I heard a weak voice, which I ignored.
In the embrace of the tree, the haze was swept away, and I walked briskly, even looking back at the lawn in front of me. How did this happen? What I saw was actually a piece of green. Will they come out this time?
I ran towards the lawn, but it was yellow when I came near. Oh, this is more than "the grass is far but not near"?
At this time, although it is still winter around me, I feel like I am in an ink painting. 1 1 year, it's my first time to meet the real spring.
The most unforgettable encounter with excellent composition 9.
Every second is an encounter, and every second of the encounter is a new beginning. -inscription
In the cold wind, I met it-magpie.
Magpie is a symbol of good luck in my mind. Yan Feng once "looked at Jun Jun all day, looked up and asked the magpie if he was happy."
There is also what grandma often says, "Hongmei welcomes the festive season, and magpies board the branches in the year." In addition, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, one of the four famous legends, flew from magpie to Tianhe on Tanabata, and built a bridge so that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl could meet. In any case, magpies are beautiful representatives.
That was not the case. Black and white feathers almost fell off, revealing pink skin and shivering in the autumn wind. I don't know who accidentally or intentionally cut off that long and refined tail. I mumble from time to time, as if I were in mourning. It is not as beautiful as before, but I still can't help touching it with my hands. This is obviously a lucky bird. How did this happen? But my hand was blocked. It was a cage that surrounded the magpie. I see, I broke away from my mother's hand and looked up at my boss. "Boss, how much is this magpie?"
Without feathers, the little magpie can't fly, so it can only jump around my house with its claws. Seeing it struggling, I was really worried and happy. The little guy soon got along well with our family. He often flaps his wings when I do my homework. My cousin often plays with him. I can always see a person playing with a bird in the winter sun.
Time flies, and the next spring has arrived. After washing for several seasons, the little guy is always covered with feathers. He can always be seen in the sky of the community, and he seems to have spirituality. He comes to our house for breakfast in the morning and comes back in the evening. At this time, you can see the black and white feathers of the little magpie shining, flaunting its long tail and flying into the sky like a rocket. The neighbors are surprised. Tao is a ghost bird. My cousin often runs with the little guy, and our family likes it very much.
One day, my cousin was having breakfast when she suddenly found something and said, "Where's the little magpie?" We paused and subconsciously looked at the bowl of breakfast prepared for the little guy on the window. Sure enough, it didn't move. We realized that something was wrong, and the whole family set out to look for it, but wherever we were, we found its black and white wings. I see, the little magpie must not have died or flown away, but who caught it. The whole family was suddenly silent.
My cousin cried very sadly, and I was disappointed-I met you in the bird shop last autumn. Now, have you seen the bird dealer again?
The most unforgettable excellent composition I have ever met 10
When winter meets spring, I can feel the beauty of everything waking up when the ice and snow melt; When everything meets the rain, I can feel the green landscape of life; When a flower meets a butterfly, it is like meeting a classmate who has studied in a classroom, and it feels extremely happy. Tears moistened my eyes.
Meeting is a spiritual meeting. When I was in primary school, there were many beautiful and precious memories in my mind.
When she sat next to me, her heart couldn't help pounding. She met at the same place under the same window and became my deskmate.
The prime time of primary school for six years is full of tears and laughter. When I borrow tapes from her, she always holds her head high proudly, "no!" " When she was worried that she didn't bring the book, I quietly pushed it to her. When I joke with her, she always goes to the teacher angrily. When she has a problem with math, I just patiently finish the problem. When she ......
Lide Chaoyang Middle School, where I met her again. Although ruthless years have separated us, fate has brought us together.
On campus, we are only separated by the first floor and can meet at any time, but I feel that the friendship a few years ago is no longer rich, and time has diluted everything and my friendship with her.
Although there is a new deskmate now, long-standing friendship is gone. Although I have new classmates and schools, I still remember the appearance of my alma mater and the faces of my classmates. Once unfamiliar and familiar faces are now on themselves. I think at this time, you should be excited about the class reunion in the afternoon, complain about the weather, be happy about something, and cry for the traces of past hardships, but I want to say, "Classmate, are you okay?" I miss you. "
"Tomorrow, will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday ..." I'm looking forward to the party in the afternoon and seeing you. Nice to meet you. Good.
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