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Everything in the world meets. Every moment of meeting is a new bloom. -Inscription.
When we meet nature, we embark on that poetic journey; When we meet with books, our hearts collide again and again; When spring and winter meet, I see time wasted. Every time we meet, it's unforgettable.
That day, I met a tightrope walker.
I remember when I was a child, my parents took my younger brother and sister to see a performance. One of the most exciting and stressful things is walking a tightrope.
I often see artists walking a tightrope, and every time they break out in a cold sweat, but their eyes are so firm and their patterns are endless. Perhaps in people's eyes, they are performing with their lives, and occasionally they are accidentally smashed into pieces. But in the artist's view, those are just tricks, and that steel rope is close to their soul!
The memory is still profound once, when I was 9 years old. I came to the tightrope stage for the first time and watched the artists walk the tightrope in the silent performance hall.
The audience was solemn.
Watch artists walk a tightrope and perform endless tricks. I only saw them jumping and spinning on the wire rope, riding bicycles on the wire rope and passing easily. Eyes never wander. Look straight ahead and get angry. The audience's legs are shaking, but the person doing it on the stage is straight-as firm as his eyes. The audience held their breath and frowned, enjoying the performance of "hanging by a thread". So I broke out in a cold sweat.
How do they practice balance? This problem has been buried in my heart for three years. Finally, I understand that tightrope walking is really a performance with life. Successful people must work hard behind the scenes to have a balanced skill.
Watching artists walk a tightrope when I grow up still makes me break out in a cold sweat.
Amazingly similar to life.
Some are foolhardy, some are incompetent, some are perfunctory, some are not ambitious, some are ambitious, and so on. Walking a tightrope, trembling, walking on thin ice, a little careless, shattered!
Walking on the tightrope of life, only by doing your best and slowly, can you interpret life satisfactorily.
So, thanks to the tightrope artist, let me know about life; Thank god, let me meet; Thank you for meeting me and giving my life a new bloom.
Everything in the world meets, waiting to bloom, waiting to meet!
Thank you for meeting Fan Wener. His composition is about 600 words.
When winter meets summer, there must be years; When birds meet the sky, they have beautiful nature. When we meet bosom friends, love comes into being!
I have encountered miracles and difficulties in my life. There are two things I can't forget. Let me share them with you.
Meet-love
Love is an invisible language; Love is an indescribable feeling. Whenever I hear this song, my tears will unconsciously flow down.
My great-grandmother likes children very much. As far as I can remember, she loves to dance square dance, and sometimes she feels uncomfortable. I have had rhinitis since I was two years old. Every time I have an attack, my nose can't breathe. Very uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Mom and dad are usually very busy at work, but by the end of the year, they won't have time to take time off to accompany me. I spent those days at my grandmother's house, and she loved me very much. Once I ate fish and accidentally swallowed a thorn. Grandma was so anxious that she tried her best to get the fishbone out of my mouth. At that moment, I felt her heart beat faster and felt her deep love for me! But it didn't last long. Grandma finally left me because of a heart attack. At that moment, I always felt that I lost something at once, and that was your love, grandma!
Meet-bosom friend
When I came to Lide Middle School, I was always looking for my bosom friend. Finally met you-Xu Haokai. You are a naturally lively and cheerful handsome boy. That was my first friend at school. After getting along with you, I found that you are the bosom friend I have been looking for for for thirteen years! After every lunch break, you wake me up in a unique way and say, it's afternoon. Miss Zhou may have finished correcting her English composition. Let's go and have a look. "Every time can't escape from your eyes, go with you. When I came to the teacher's office, the first thing I said when I entered the door was: "Teacher, what's Tu's score? "We like to discuss, tacitly! Seeing a pile of test papers of Class 7 and Class 8 on the desk, and Miss Zhou who was sleeping soundly on the desk, we couldn't bear to wake her up, so we took out our notebooks to record the results. We all seem to hear each other's voices in the same way. That's weird! Then he sneaked back to the classroom and shared the "information" we got.
In the long life, we will meet mentors, close friends, love and miracles ... all of which need our heart to feel before we can meet them!
Thank you for knowing Fan Wensan. His composition is about 600 words.
Meet a bloom, the best self, and meet you with a beautiful posture.
Meeting is the most beautiful meeting in the soul. Time is short, and the years are seamless, but I am willing to be a ferryman of life.
Love is a silent flower that fills my eyes with sweetness.
I am very lucky to meet you, and I am glad to have you to spend every spring and summer of my life with me.
It's another winter, and I think of my childhood winter again. Maybe, my previous vows with grandpa won't count. Maybe the vows of eternal love will be parted, but I never thought I would say goodbye to grandpa like this. Snow is cruel, so grandpa was drowned by it. ...
When I was a child, I always naively thought that people could live forever, but life is not eternal, and people always have to learn to accept it, which I know. But when my mother and I ran back to our hometown overnight, I didn't even see my grandfather for the last time. How unacceptable I am. When I was a child, I always felt that the future was far away, but this is the first time I have been in such close contact with death. Maybe, I can see my grandfather for the last time when he is dying, so I won't leave any regrets.
Traveling around the world with grandpa was my childhood dream. However, this has become a distant dream for me now.
However, growth has given me the courage to face loss and let me know that people will grow up slowly in loss. When a person meets another person, he should not have regrets, even if the time is short. I believe that a precious memory with my grandfather will be treasured in my heart forever. I met someone and fell in love with a city. The encounter with my grandfather's heart also made me fall in love with my hometown. After all, there, I witnessed my grandfather leading me to grow up.
I think my grandfather saw me in the hospital and witnessed my birth. He should be very happy.
My thoughts came back, loving the old warmth hidden deep in my heart. Even if I walk alone in the boundless darkness, grandpa will give me the power of love.
Meeting is always so beautiful, but how cruel people get and lose. But grandpa's appearance will be a surprise of my life.
Thank you for meeting Fan Siwen, whose composition is about 600 words.
I met you in the most beautiful years. -inscription
Meeting is a silent fate. When spring meets winter, it becomes time. When plum meets winter, it becomes the bloom of life. Meeting you became the most unforgettable experience when I was growing up.
In the good times of primary school, I met you-a group of troubled good partners. Although full of disasters, it is also very just. As far as I can remember, you gave me too much help. Now let me sum it up.
I still remember the tears in the shade of the playground. Physical education class did pull-ups, accidentally fell and almost broke. It was you who helped me to the shade and fanned the wind to comfort me. See I'm still crying, just joked:
"Oh, my sister who usually has tears is crying. Come and see! " As soon as I heard this, I wiped my tears and said, "Don't cry, you are really ..."
I still remember frolicking at lunch. In a day, Chinese food is the most anticipated. At school, I was surrounded by a lot of food, "ah! Big sister sent such a good dish and gave us some. " I don't want to. You took the meal before I spoke. "Ah! Wait! " The corridor suddenly became lively, and you handed me food like a relay race. When I caught up with it, I was out of breath. You smiled and said, "What? Why not talk about us? I don't know, this is to help you lose weight, let's go to eat! " I gave you a white eye. "You are really ..."
I still remember our parting when we graduated. None of us said anything at that time. I was about to speak when you said, "Nothing. I will keep in touch after graduation. Don't cry, big sister. " Say that finish, you all laughed, and I smiled a few times quickly. "You are really ..."
After that, we each embarked on a new journey. On the road of life, meeting is the most beautiful. Thank you for your meeting!
Thank you for meeting Fan Wuwen, whose composition is about 600 words.
Sunlight meets raindrops and becomes a rainbow; When the wind meets the leaves, it becomes a "butterfly"; When a girl in spring meets her sister in winter, it becomes time; What will I become when I meet you?
When I met you, it was the season when the leaves were fragrant. The corner of your eye and your charming smile are imprinted in my heart from now on. Your "hello" has brought us closer.
From then on, I began to observe you. The way you communicate with the teacher, the words you teach your classmates to solve problems, and the situation of your homework have all quietly entered my mind. I also reserved a space for you in my heart.
Gradually, I became less constrained and began to communicate with the teacher on my own initiative. Start hanging "good teacher" casually; I began to actively communicate with my classmates; Start to take the initiative to join the classmates' games. Teach students to solve problems and start to be clear; Collect classmates' homework and start quickly and neatly. You have brought me many changes.
I met you again in the park. At that time, you will organize a rehearsal, and I am the team leader. During the rehearsal, you drew inferences, which not only fulfilled the requirements I gave you, but also put forward more perfect requirements.
After filming this film, I feel that I have changed again.
In class, I began to analyze the method that the teacher said-not only its reason and origin, but also whether there are other better methods. From then on, I suddenly advanced by leaps and bounds, and got a hundred points several times in a row, all smiles.
I met you again, and at this time, you looked depressed, and your face seemed to be full of sadness and sadness. You sat beside me sadly, frowning.
I began to comfort you, care about you, and cook a bowl of chicken soup for your soul when you are sad. I also learned how to care about others.
Time flies, but friendship never ends. Things change, but friendship lasts forever. Knowing you has benefited me a lot. I became confident and cheerful when I met you. I became smart when I met you; When I met you, I learned to care. "Ten years by boat, a hundred years by pillow." How many years have it been since I met you?
Thank you for meeting Fan Liuwen, whose composition is about 600 words.
Life is a long road, and you will meet many people on this road. But what I want to say is meeting for the first time!
When my eyes are still dark, it is your hand that gently touches and you listen quietly!
When we first met, I saw the tears in your eyes, and I have been trying my best all my life. When I called "Mom" for the first time, you hugged me happily and kissed me. When I entered the kindergarten, I burst into tears, but it was still difficult for you to "give up" me, but I clearly felt your heartbreaking moan; When I learned to swim, you applauded me excitedly; After entering primary school, you still don't know your hardships and tribulations, and you are still naughty; You got a double hundred in the second grade exam, and you are proud of me, with that kind of gratified smile on your face; After entering junior high school, you are more strict and worried about my grades, but don't forget to encourage!
Recently, an article said: "Children will choose their parents first in the sky. But I don't think so, because meeting you was a blessing in my last life. After meeting you, you made me feel the beauty of this world and let me see this dazzling and colorful world.
When I meet you, I also hope you are the luckiest to meet me. I can't give you material needs at present, but I will try my best to do it in the future. I want to be your safe haven and have my little shoulder to lean on when you are sad and unhappy.
I still remember when you and your father went to Thailand to play, I hid in the quilt and cried. My inner loneliness and that sense of urgency are vividly in my mind. I hope you will come back soon and reunite with me. I never want to be apart from you again, okay?
Thank you for choosing me in the vast sea of people and letting me enjoy the beautiful scenery in this world. Thank you and your father for giving me a warm home!
Treasure it! Cherish the relatives you meet in your life!
Thank you for meeting Fan Wenqi. His composition is about 600 words.
When spring meets winter, it becomes a year; Plum blossoms bloom in winter, which is the bloom of life; When I met that tree, it was a meeting of hearts and eye contact. ...
At that time, I happened to meet a stout jujube tree. It's so thick that it takes two or three people to hold it. Not too high, the jujube is lovely. When the breeze blows, the jujube shakes a few times, which makes people want to pick a few, but they can't pick them-the jujube tree is too high to pick.
I continued to look at this jujube tree, and it reminded me of some memories-that's my hometown. There used to be a jujube tree like this at the entrance to the village. I often played under it when I was a child, and I didn't see it until I came to the city at the age of seven. By the time I came back, it had been uprooted.
Since then, I have never seen it again. Until today, I have seen jujube trees like my hometown again. Look at the white and long scar on that jujube tree, and you will know how much wind and rain it has experienced. I caress it, feel its "soul", feel the beauty of nature, and feel its body tempered by years.
In this way, we had a silent conversation. In this way, we talked for a long time, and I left.
When I came here again, there was only one stump left in that tree. I walked over and looked at the clear rings, thinking that he should be crying now, crying silently. Her voice reached my ears and made me feel that I was no longer lonely. I counted the rings for several years, and somehow, my blurred vision brushed my eyes. It looks like tears. I wiped it, but the tears flowed more and more. I stayed alone, moved to tears on my back, as if I had lost a confidant and playmate.
The number of rings is over. He lived about fifty years old, just like a middle-aged man about to get old. He left without saying goodbye. I didn't send him either.
If a tree has a spirit, it can see the vicissitudes of life. When I met the jujube tree, it was the meeting of souls. Trees, wandering on the road. We just sped past them and scanned them through the glass. They don't have our fingerprints and body temperature, and they don't have children's laughter and climbing numbers. Man and the tree broke their blood relationship and became strangers, but I want the tree to feel our blood relationship and my heart. ...
Thank you for knowing Fan Wenba. The composition is about 600 words.
When the sky is all dim, meet the sunshine, meet the brilliant weaving starry sky, meet the warmth and spread the earth. When the sun shines on my body and I feel the warm baptism, I just want to say, "Life is so good!" " "
In the afternoon, dark clouds covered the sky. Dark clouds are getting deeper and deeper, and the sky is getting darker and darker. Pedestrians on the road stepped up their steps, the cat in the house shrank in the corner, and the spider outside the window wrapped itself in silk, waiting for the heavy rain to pour down.
The dark clouds couldn't hold on, and they poured their bad temper where they were born. It rained harder and harder, and several thunders scared the lights out. I finally put down my pen and stopped writing complaining sentences. The rain on the window seems to blur my heart.
The spider wrapped itself more tightly, but only one filament hung on it, shaking from side to side with the impact of rain. 1 of "la", the filament couldn't hold the weight of the spider, and it fell off the windowsill with it, which increased the weight in my heart.
There was another thunder and lightning, and I was crowded in the corner with the kitten.
When I regained my courage and looked out of the window, I could see a beam of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds and shooting ahead. I reached out and tried to catch the light that finally came, but I felt a brief warmth, but my hope was buried by dark clouds.
But I'm not afraid anymore, because I met the sunshine and touched the hope, and my heart is full of sunshine.
The dark clouds then dispersed, and the sun shone all over the world, filling the world, just like my heart now. The pedestrians on the road also slowed down, the kitten regained its vitality, and the spider climbed up the windowsill again, weaving the web as always.
I grabbed the pen and added an ending on the paper: but I accepted it, because I met the sunshine and touched the hope, and my heart followed the sunshine.
I like watching the sun, even if it makes my eyes black. I want to greet the sun and the sunrise on the horizon with my eyes.
When a leaf falls outside the window, the sun sets with it. Leaves sway with the wind, sometimes they can be blown up, but like the sun now, they will inevitably fall. But I am not afraid, because I know that tomorrow morning, the sun will rise and I can meet it again.
Thank you for knowing Fan Wenjiu. His composition is about 600 words.
Meet a bloom, the best self, and meet you with a beautiful posture.
Meeting is the most beautiful meeting in the soul. Time is short, and the years are seamless, but I am willing to be a ferryman of life.
Love is a silent flower that fills my eyes with sweetness.
I am very lucky to meet you, and I am glad to have you to spend every spring and summer of my life with me.
It's another winter, and I think of my childhood winter again. Maybe, my previous vows with grandpa won't count. Maybe the vows of eternal love will be parted, but I never thought I would say goodbye to grandpa like this. Snow is cruel, so grandpa was drowned by it. ...
When I was a child, I always naively thought that people could live forever, but life is not eternal, and people always have to learn to accept it, which I know. But when my mother and I ran back to our hometown overnight, I didn't even see my grandfather for the last time. How unacceptable I am. When I was a child, I always felt that the future was far away, but this is the first time I have been in such close contact with death. Maybe, I can see my grandfather for the last time when he is dying, so I won't leave any regrets.
Traveling around the world with grandpa was my childhood dream. However, this has become a distant dream for me now.
However, growth has given me the courage to face loss and let me know that people will grow up slowly in loss. When a person meets another person, he should not have regrets, even if the time is short. I believe that a precious memory with my grandfather will be treasured in my heart forever. I met someone and fell in love with a city. The encounter with my grandfather's heart also made me fall in love with my hometown. After all, there, I witnessed my grandfather leading me to grow up.
I think my grandfather saw me in the hospital and witnessed my birth. He should be very happy.
My thoughts are back, and I love the old warmth hidden deep in my heart. Even if I walk alone in the boundless darkness, grandpa will give me the power of love.
Meeting is always so beautiful, but how cruel people get and lose. But grandpa's appearance will be a surprise of my life.
Thank you for coming across a model essay of about 600 words.
Everything in the world meets. -inscription
When we met the book, it was a poetic trip; When cold and warm meet, rain forms; When spring and winter meet, that is our time.
In our life, we have encountered many difficulties and failures, and we have also encountered successful moments. Then, when success meets difficulties, what kind of sparks will be formed?
Failed article
When I was growing up, I encountered many difficulties, so the difficulties reminded me like the devil that I had failed. I remember that time, the teacher wanted to choose six students from among us and give them district awards. The rule is that we will quote the name of any classmate, and finally the whole class will vote. At first, many students reported their playmates' names, and the teacher nodded. Later, the classmate sitting behind me reported my name to the teacher. Who knows that as soon as he finished reporting my name, the students in the audience began to talk about "he is so poor, how can anyone choose him?" "This is the proof of zone! Do you want to give it to a poor student? " "Alas, the person who reported his name is too tasteless!" Suddenly, buzz, noise and boos rang into one piece and spread throughout the classroom at an extremely fast speed. The students were silent when the teacher slapped the table to signal silence.
When it comes to voting, there are dozens of votes and twenty votes everywhere, and I only have two poor votes. When I saw this sad result, I thought: am I really that bad? So that only two people in my class voted for me. Am I really such a failure?
A person's history of fame
Laozi said, "The two opposites can be transformed into each other." I have my moments of success. But after the mid-term exam, the teacher canceled all the previous class cadres and asked to choose a group of class representatives from among us. Teachers use speeches and votes. Of course, this method is a bit cruel, because I have experienced it in primary school. At the beginning, the students on the stage spoke very vividly, so my mood was very complicated. On the one hand, I agree with them, on the other hand, I am afraid that I will experience the pain of failure like primary school. Finally, it's my turn to speak on stage. As soon as I came on stage, my classmates applauded warmly. "Hello, everyone, what I want to run for is ..." As soon as my speech was over, there was thunderous applause from the audience. I finally became the representative of the general geography class. In an instant, I felt the joy of success.
What happens when success meets failure? I think that should be our unforgettable memories!
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