There are always some surprises when you meet an excellent composition 1, which makes a seed sprout in your heart.
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The mottled tree shadows are reflected in the Gu Xiang, and the evening breeze is cool, lifting the broken hair at the temples. Duan San's grades echoed in my mind, as if to say "you failed again"
Frustration haunted me, and my ambition was gone at that time. Even the courage to start all over again is a thing of the past. Stop and stay under the banyan tree, look into the distance, and suddenly find a figure flashing ahead.
At first glance, it is a girl in a wheelchair, a kind-hearted woman. The woman pushed the girl's wheelchair and talked in a low voice. There is a beautiful smile on the girl's face, but the woman's eyes are full of caution and fleeting sadness. I smile at myself. I can't take care of myself. How can I sympathize with others? I turned my eyes to other places.
And I don't know when that woman actually pushed the girl's wheelchair to my side. The girl in a wheelchair said to me, "Girl! Why don't you go home? " The soft waxy voice sounded in my ear, like a clear spring flowing into my heart.
Seeing my silence, I continued to ask, "Is there any difficulty?" I nodded bitterly and told everything truthfully. At this point, she pondered for a while, then suddenly reached out and tried to touch my head, but found it out of reach. When I was surprised at her behavior.
She said slowly again, "Look, what a failure I am! I can't even reach your head, so don't I suffer? Don't! I'm hurt, too! So I don't have to live? Am I going to spend my time in inferiority from now on? When the doctor told me that I needed to be in a wheelchair for life, I had the same idea and even closed myself up. But in this way, my family went to Lacrimosa every day, and I found out that they were also suffering the same pain as me. I am determined to cheer up. "
Women's tears have burst their banks, and these words hit my heart like fists. Am I really so fragile? Do I really have no courage to face failure? What should I do in the hard days to come? After these thoughts came together, I felt loyal to my wife, and the guiding light in front seemed to light up again.
The girl nodded with satisfaction, patted the woman's hand and said, "Let's go, Mom". Little sister, my sister sends you a word: "There is no victory in this world, persistence is everything, no matter what you encounter, you must face it bravely."
The back of a long walk blurred my vision. Accidental meeting made the seed called "strong" sprout in my heart.
The night I met You Composition 2, it was very peaceful and quiet. A girl is lying quietly in bed. As usual, it's time to turn off the lights and go to bed. The only difference is that her eyes are full of tears …
That girl is me. Yes, I cried. This is the first time I have cried since I entered junior high school.
Our dormitory deducted a lot of points that day, most of which was my "credit". When the dormitory administrator handed me the penalty sheet, my mood became more and more uneasy and fearful.
Sure enough, the vice principal called me to the office.
"Do you know how many points you deducted today?" When I came in, her first words were.
This serious tone and unusual words swept me. My mind is in a trance. Fear and worry are intertwined at once, and my heart is shrouded in bullying.
"I don't know ... how to calculate the deduction." I said timidly.
The teacher's face is getting darker and darker. I'm very worried.
After I finally made it clear, the teacher called my roommates.
My roommate was criticized with me. I feel more guilty inside.
I was left behind again and received another education. This time, the teacher was very sure of me and asked me to refuel at home.
Suddenly, she said, "As your primary school classmate mentioned, you think you are the best."
Tears came up at once. But I tried not to let it fill my eyes. I always miss primary school.
The teacher asked me to leave the office. Tears welled up in my eyes at the moment I went out. I pretended to be strong and wiped away my tears with my hands so that my classmates wouldn't see my strangeness.
I walked into the classroom, but my mind kept playing back the last sentence the teacher said. I picked up my books and prepared for the exam the next day. But as we all know, my voice is actually choked and trembling.
The deskmate seemed to see something and turned to ask, "Are you all right?"
I shook my head, then nodded in confusion.
Finally, I survived the lesson by reciting the text. When the class was over, the students around me asked me with concern. My fake strength was almost defeated.
As soon as I got back to the dormitory, my roommate comforted me and said, "It's okay. I don't know how many times I have been criticized. "
I smiled gratefully at her and said nothing, but my eyes were full of tears.
Night, more quiet. All the students in the dormitory have gone to bed early.
That night, I was just criticized, but I was about to cry. I have always felt that I am a strong person, but I only experienced a faint criticism, but I met my weak heart.
I think the beauty of the world lies in her unpredictable meeting, but this faint meeting is a deep opportunity. How many years have accumulated in this ordinary meeting! I'm glad to meet you; When I met you, my heart was warm; I met you, and in the years to come, we are teachers and friends, and we fight side by side!
With a piece of paper, I came to this lush grassland. Every inch of my land in walk on by, covered with a soft cloak, nodded slightly to me, and the flowers were overflowing, conveying my sweet love. I touch every road, every tree, every flower and every piece of green here with gentle eyes! I admire the towering old trees and stand proudly; I see the Rocky Mountains, just like a garden; I look forward to pavilions and flying like wings; I see Bicheng Lake, sparkling! I thank you for coming to see me with a happy heart My new campus is hidden in this picturesque landscape, and I will enter and leave this poetic picture every day!
Everything in the world meets, just like cold meets warm, rain, spring meets winter, time, I meet you and have a story! When I first arrived here, I felt your warmth, a friendly greeting, a silent look, a sunny smile, a friendly guidance, a thoughtful psychological adjustment, and a warm invitation to pay a return visit again and again ... I have made a happy ripple on my heart lake. I enjoy my new comrades-in-arms, care about them from life to work, and accept new leaders enthusiastically. I appreciate it.
I'm also looking forward to meeting you energetic elves. I believe that after the long summer vacation, we are looking forward to returning to this poetic campus, which is full of songs and laughter. Here is the temple of knowledge, the Wang Yang of Xue Hai. Here, we will wash away impetuous spirit, precipitate a quiet heart for studying, fade away our ignorance and return to a clear and quiet heart. Here, you and I will start a new journey. In the morning and evening, we will work together in the fragrance of Chinese. We will read "Prosperity, White Dew is Frost", and we will recite "The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, but in mountains and rivers". We will wander in the classics, appreciate the elegance of the masters and learn to pay attention. From now on, we will fight side by side. Let us dye our fiery years with passion and struggle, and let teenagers never regret with their love for life and cherish time. Dear children, come on, I look forward to meeting you!
I believe that meeting is not only a beautiful fate, but also an all-out struggle and a beautiful and moving story!
I met the man I met among thousands of people. In the boundless wilderness of thousands of years, I happened to catch up, neither earlier nor later. There is nothing else to say, just gently ask,' Oh, are you there?
-Zhang Ailing
This may be the most beautiful encounter, but also the most dull encounter. On a rainy morning, the students of our excellent class met this century-old famous school with a century-old cultural heritage-the beautiful Linyi No.1 Middle School.
Accompanied by drizzle, we walked in the quiet campus, and the first thing that caught our eye was a gray brick gatehouse-Yizhou School. This is the original name of No.1 Middle School. Standing under the gatehouse, I seem to see the vicissitudes of life a hundred years ago.
Shocked, we stepped into the cultural corridor that recorded the glorious history of No.1 Middle School. Further on, you will see a big stone with an inspirational school motto engraved on it: "There are many stars in wisdom, but many are accumulated." Listening to the teacher's explanation of the school motto, I was so excited that I could not help secretly telling myself to work hard in the future.
In the conference room, we shared the inspirational speeches of five brothers and sisters. They are all famous top student, and one of them said a sentence that I remember vividly. He said, "In school, the classroom is the main battlefield. Listen to the teacher and trust the teacher. " I feel ashamed after hearing this sentence, because I am often distracted in class. When I do my homework after class, I will not do it. On Saturday and Sunday, I went to the remedial class crazily, and I was very tired. In addition, sometimes things are very slow, and there is no time to review, let alone rest.
Here, we also know the "great" teacher Cui, because his oral English is "great". He can play many musical instruments, such as suona and flute. Because of his large lung capacity, he has an interesting nickname "Big Blow". He used suona with the students and played a song for us. Very wonderful, worthy of being called "big talk".
Time flies, and the learning journey is over before you know it. Walking out of the meeting room, I saw the middle school brothers and sisters in the classroom all concentrating on their studies. I secretly decided to take back my main battlefield-concentrate on class.
I hope that two years later, I can "meet" this century-old prestigious school again with the results of the senior high school entrance examination, become one of them and start our better future.
Meeting excellent composition 5 Meeting a book will make your eyes wiser; Meeting someone will make my heart warmer; When we meet a landscape, we will feel the magic and charm of nature. That summer, I met Yulong Snow Mountain.
In the hot summer, the sun is high in the air, shining brightly, the hot air covers the earth, and even the air is filled with "the smell of summer". With the pace of time, the car has come to the foot of the snow-capped mountains. When you get off the bus, this feeling is completely different. A hint of coolness spread all over my body instantly, and I couldn't help shivering. I didn't wear much, so I rented a down jacket and put it on. I immediately felt a lot warmer.
Standing at the foot of Yulong Snow Mountain, looking up, I saw the snow-capped mountain breaking out and rolling. We are very lucky. It just snowed a few days ago, and there are lovely white snow on the mountain, which makes the snow-capped mountain look solemn and vivid. We took the cableway and climbed slowly. Sitting on the cableway overlooking everything, everything becomes so small and fuzzy. Slowly, we reached 4506 meters. At such a high place, our bodies began to feel a little hypoxia, but fortunately, we came prepared and bought oxygen bottles. We're going to really start climbing the mountain. Not many people climbed up, but most of them gave up. But since I'm here, I have to climb to the top. "Infinite scenery on the dangerous peak", perhaps the scenery on the top of the mountain is more spectacular. So I got up the courage to climb up. But this mountain is more difficult to climb than I thought. Although the steps are not steep, the altitude is getting higher and higher, the pressure on the body is getting bigger and bigger, the breathing is getting faster and faster, and the pace is getting slower and slower. I stopped and looked at the beautiful scenery in front of me, and my mood immediately became very comfortable. I like nature's gifts. Reaching out and touching the snow, a chill instantly reaches the bottom of my heart from my fingertips, as if from hot summer to cold winter. Looking into the distance, a five-star red flag fluttered in the wind. It must be waving to us and encouraging us to continue climbing. Anyway, I must climb to the top. As long as I have clear goals and firm beliefs, I will succeed.
After hard work, I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Sure enough, the beauty of the peak is different. The mountain we climbed is not the highest, and there are higher mountains in the distance. I saw clouds everywhere, looming, like nothing, like a fairyland. Ah! Look, the door of the cloud has been opened, and a towering golden hoop is floating in front of us. It' s really "there is no way to solve doubts, it' s another village"!
Yulong Snow Mountain told me: No matter what problems you encounter, don't be afraid to back down. Although the road ahead is unknown, as long as you have a yearning heart, you believe that the scenery at the end must be the most beautiful. Thank Yulong Snow Mountain for letting me meet you.
Meet the excellent composition 6 "85 points!" The teacher's voice reached my ears. I blushed in front of the whole class. I still can't believe this number. The sun is shining outside the classroom window, but it hurts my cheeks. I didn't feel the slightest warmth, but it was gloomy. I'm obviously working hard. Why is this achievement? I keep asking myself. The results of that exam made me decadent for a long time, and I was depressed and unwilling to study. It's like rolling in the abyss, calling for help but only hearing your own echo, or like a moth lying on a glass window, looking at the front of the light, but unable to find the direction of the exit.
On the Monday after the exam results were announced, the teacher held a class meeting in the class. It's about Liu Wei, an armless piano player. Because his big toe is wider than the keys, there will be a slur when he presses it, and his toes can't open like fingers. He just came up with a method of "playing the piano with both feet". Practicing for seven or eight hours every day, backache, leg cramps, and bleeding blisters on toes. After three years, his piano level has reached professional level seven.
Looking at Wei Liu who lost his arms, he can play beautiful music with his feet. Looking at the young man who won't give up after the car accident, he is still strong. I was deeply moved, and there seemed to be a fire burning in my heart. No one dares to say that his life has been smooth sailing and satisfactory. The key is whether you can bear the loss after setbacks. Success comes from the superposition of countless failures. You can't afford to lose and you never want to win. Such an example and a sentence make me cheer up, summon up courage and overcome difficulties!
At that class meeting, I met another self and stopped staying in the past. Leaving yourself in the past is like carving a boat for a sword, thinking that everything is where it is. Actually, we don't have to worry about this anymore. Stagnation is just a kind of self-deception! Live bravely and beautifully to be worthy of yourself!
Always hesitating, always wandering, and finally exhausted. If I am not brave enough, I need to give myself a reason to be brave. Maybe only when I have no choice but to go forward bravely. I don't know how uncertain the future is, but I clearly understand that I must put everything down and give myself a chance to face the future unswervingly. The world is very big, and there are many unknowns, but I have to walk first before the world can be at my feet. If you are brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new beginning. I am still me, but I am not me anymore!
He is like a fruit in my memory, growing under the vigorous and hard shell of the branches. In addition to the soft body, there is a hotter and tireless heart.
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"Are you back?" "Hey, it's not convenient for you to take such a heavy thing. Let me help you move it! " A spring breeze swept across my face. Luckily, I met you in this early spring four years ago, the most beautiful one.
I couldn't help glancing at the man's face. The man's face is simply neat, his sideburns are neatly cut, and a small piece of light green stubble is exposed under his heavy eyebrows, as if with a close smile, neither light nor light.
Master Jiang has been in our community for the fourth year. After four years of itching, he can still impress his neighbors with his kind heart, that is, doing such trivial things as security. However, he received rave reviews. Every time I step into the courtyard gate, it is full of greetings ten meters away, and intimate door-to-door service within five meters, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of cold and heat, silently accompanying me. No wonder the neighbors say that with Master Jiang here, it's really worry-free to put the children in the yard for a day!
But what moved me the most was that in the late autumn of that year, the orange sunset filled the sky, which complemented the leaden sky, like red embroidery was born in the sky.
A woman who came from her hometown to see a doctor with her child in her arms met two motorcycle robbers at the crossroads and the life-saving money was washed away. Without saying anything, Master Jiang grabbed a baton and hit it, then kicked it on her leg and turned it over with his bare hands. But no matter how beautiful her skill is, she can't compare with that sharp cold knife. The wound under Master Jiang's left leg is still so shocking until now.
When talking about saving people, he showed his trademark simple and honest smile: "What kind of injury is this?" Get the money back! "The lines are full of soft fireworks, and the clear eyes are engraved with the exquisiteness and helplessness of life.
It's a pity that the sky envies talents, and it's warm in March, but I was awakened by the cold. The news that Master Jiang was leaving made this quiet night explode.
For a time, the WeChat group was overwhelmingly retained by the owners-Master Jiang was always envied, picked on, excluded and even vilified because of his good business. Even the leaders use words to slander people, but there is nothing they can do. Now, I'm afraid I have made up my mind.
On the morning of farewell, the peach blossoms opened and thanked. Everyone was sad and fell to the ground like ice slag.
Full of sincerity, limited to life.
These eight words always flash in my mind.
Such a noble, ordinary, respectable and lovely, most beautiful ordinary person!
How was your trip? Can meet this kind of practice, I, don't waste this life!
On the night of August, the bright moonlight shone on the ground through the clouds, reflecting the woodpile piled in the corner and the girl who bowed her head and kicked the stone. ...
I don't know when tears have filled my cheeks. I clenched my fist, bit my lower lip and walked with heavy steps to the house. "The child is becoming more and more lawless. He didn't do well in the exam and didn't even go home! " Suddenly my father's roar came from my ear, and I stood at the door. "You say less, I go out to look for. It is getting dark. " Mother said helplessly, and then there was a rush of footsteps.
"Daughter!" My mother found me standing at the door waiting for a while and shouted in surprise, "I'm back at last." It's good to be back. " She came to me and breathed a sigh of relief. "How dare you come back!" My father's eyes were fixed on me. Tears swirled in my eyes. Perhaps, in his eyes, I am just a grinding and evasive person.
"Go to sleep and pick up you tomorrow. Look at your score, your face is lost. " My father gave me a hard look and then turned around. I hurried into the door, closed it and locked it.
A few stars dotted the sky, giving off faint light. I took off my shoes, covered myself in a quilt, covered my ears tightly with a pillow, and let the tears flow freely. It seemed to be the sound of a useful key to unlock the lock, and then the door was opened. I quickly wiped away the tears on my face, revealing half my head: "What's the matter, Mom?"
My mother just looked at me, sighed lightly, approached slowly and sat by my bed: "Daughter, you are a piece of meat that fell from my mother. How could I not know about you? I have no education and don't know a word, but I also know that poor grades are a thing. Mom knows you're sad, too, so you can't always run away! Don't even go home ... "My mother said without saying a word, as if she were chatting casually with her neighbors in the village and talking to my heart sentence by sentence. "Girl, you think about it. Nothing can pass. You are working hard, and you are working harder to overcome that obstacle. It is still sunny. "
Yeah, I shouldn't just run away. When my mother was a child, her family was very bitter and she didn't go to school for a few days. What about me now? With such good conditions, I want to give up after one failure. No, I have to insist. I must work hard! My mother seemed to notice my strangeness and put her hand over my quilt and left. Slowly, I fell asleep, too
"Daughter, it's sunny, get up quickly!" Mother's loud voice came from my ear, which was different from last night. I quickly got dressed and opened the curtains. A red sun hung high in the sky. The weather is fine, so is my heart. Because of you, my mother!
Nine pomegranates in May are blooming, and clusters of them are as proud as blood, inserted among the green leaves, persistently and enthusiastically in full bloom, and dyed the horizon red. Someone once told me that this is the color of life.
You asked me why I stopped in this tree, so I had to say calmly, coincidence.
In the early summer morning when it was warm and cold, the thin air was filled with the disappointment of spring leaving. I am in a hurry, running on the way to school, and my heart is full of boredom and inexplicable sadness. Suddenly, I felt as if something light had fallen on my shoulder. I don't care. I thought it was catkins taken away by spring when it came back to the future. I was about to reach out and brush it away, but the moment I touched it, it seemed as smooth as touching a good piece of silk. When I looked up, I knew it was pomegranate flower.
Almost, I missed it, so coincidentally, the flower fell on my shoulder and I met it.
Hey, pomegranate flower, are you a gift for me this summer?
Buddha said: "Five hundred times in previous lives, you can only get one pass in this life." I am holding the flower lying quietly in my hand and thinking about my fate with it. Strong and unobtrusive, it conveys the enthusiasm of life to my heart with the fiery vitality of summer; Like agate and flame, it is the beating heart in summer. I can't help laughing when the haze that I have been holding in my heart is swept away-even flowers know how to make life in full bloom. Why should I get lost in endless sadness and waste my youth? Useless, like a soulless body, scrawled like an ant-I don't know why, but I'm always tired and unhappy. In fact, I am just an ordinary girl who is worried about giving new words. In those so-called empty days, in those inexplicable depravity of "the wonderful is theirs, and I have nothing", how many colorful failures did I miss and how many warm-hearted beauties did I lose when I stubbornly went my own way?
I hold pomegranate petals tightly in my hand, as if I want to hold them tightly all summer, and I don't want them to pass away quietly like spring. This unexpected pomegranate flower, I can't count what kind of karma it is, let us meet here in this life. You, who have never met before, should be a gift from nature, bringing me light and vitality on my paranoid and confused road, making me stop and feel the truth of life.
Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, I will bloom, and I will burn out the splendid years with my inexhaustible enthusiasm.
The pomegranate tree is still standing there, not sad or happy, with flowers and clusters of red. Meeting you is my most beautiful accident. I set off, looking forward to the next unexpected encounter and catching the next gift that I don't know. At that time, we should have the same fiery red color, which is the color that loves life.
Meet excellent composition 10 Life will not repeat the same farce over and over again. We meet different people or things every day. Sakyamuni once said: "It is not accidental to meet anyone in one's life. They will definitely teach you something. "
I met my first English teacher in the third grade of primary school. At that time, I was a "bad boy" who ignored the teacher's feelings and made trouble in class. Faced with this sudden topic, I naturally hate it. When I first met my English teacher, she wore square glasses, reddish-brown hair and a pair of sports shoes, and walked slowly towards us. Her lips are a little thick, and she introduces herself in a sweet voice. The teacher looks very amiable, but my thoughts have already drifted out of the window. The only thing I remember is that the teacher's surname is Wang, and I have known her since then, which has influenced my life.
English class is a very boring subject for me, but what Mr. Wang said in class is so interesting and fascinating. But I often ignore this kind of fun. I will lie prone, lean against and turn around in every class, but I won't listen at all. My thoughts will scatter like a ray of sunshine, fly out of the window and float into my home. "When will the class be over, what will we eat in the evening ..." I didn't do my homework carefully, and my grades in other subjects were ok, but my English grades were not ideal at all, so Miss Wang noticed me.
After class, Mr. Wang talked to me specially. During the conversation, I learned that my teacher didn't have the motivation to learn like me, but when she happened to listen to the teacher carefully, she found that the class was not so boring, but full of fun. She asked me to concentrate on following the teacher's ideas in class and see how I feel. After listening to Mr. Wang's words, I began to listen carefully in class. It turns out that this feeling is not bad. In the future, whenever I have something I can't do, the teacher will patiently explain it to me. Gradually, I found the fun of learning. Occasionally, if I can't learn, my teacher will encourage me to work harder. Every time I think about it, my heart is full of gratitude.
Flowers meet the soil, only today's fragrance; Water drops can have a long history when they meet the sea; Birds meet the sky before spreading their free wings to chase the sun; And I met you, my dear teacher Wang, and learned how to grow up. You have taught me a lot of truth and made me understand that life needs persistence. You have made me who I am today, improved my grades and helped me find a better self. You are my most beautiful encounter.