A look, an encounter, and a few glasses of light wine are all tender feelings. Everything starts with romance and ends with mediocrity. Looking back on the past, all the past will always come to mind and become a landscape beside the road of life. Or thick, or light, or noisy, or quiet ... The following is my composition on the topic of encounter in the second day of junior high school. Welcome to consult.
The second grade composition (selected article 1) inadvertently met you in that youth with the topic of encounter. -inscription
It rained heavily, so I rushed downstairs with a stack of books and came to the busy street. People in the street walked slowly with umbrellas, and I, as if I were not from the same world, was in a mess in the Middle East, drilling around to hide from the rain.
In a hurry, I came to the front of a restaurant, and the smell of food came to my nose. I couldn't help swallowing, and my stomach growled disappointingly. Seeing the time in the lower left corner of the opposite bank screen, I sighed and whispered, "It's really annoying. I am very lucky. Today, not only the teacher was left to make up lessons, but also it rained, and everyone died ... "
As time goes by, it still rains heavily. I'm still waiting, maybe waiting for an acquaintance to open an umbrella, or maybe waiting for the rain to stop and go home. After a while, you came out of the restaurant, and I looked up and saw you sorting clothes. I've been looking at you, wondering where you live and if you can drop by, but seeing your "disgust", I feel like Wan Ma Benteng, thinking: Am I really that disgusting?
A few minutes later, you came back with an umbrella, standing beside me silently, looking at me from time to time, looking embarrassed. In fact, I really want to ask you why you came back, can you take an umbrella, but I didn't say anything because of my strong self-esteem.
We have been standing in front of the hotel, looking up at the opposite time. At nine o'clock sharp, I sighed impatiently and my stomach cried impatiently. You can't help asking me, "Are you hungry and don't go home?" I looked at you and said, "Er … I didn't bring my umbrella, so I didn't want to get wet, so …" I smiled at you awkwardly. You silently opened your umbrella, looked at me and said, "Come on, I'll take you home. Maybe we'll stop by." Along the way, I looked at you from time to time and couldn't help asking, "Why did you send me?" I don't know you very well either. "You looked at me and smiled and said," I'm so sorry for you. I'm kind. Be a good person for once. Why, can't I? "I waved awkwardly and said," No, thank you! " "I didn't ask your name, nor did you ask me. Later, we kept silent on the road.
Soon, I arrived at my house downstairs, and I whispered thank you again. I turned and ran to the corridor, turned to say goodbye to you, but just stopped at my mouth and couldn't say it. I just waved to you until you turned and disappeared in the rain. I was still there watching. ...
Angel in the rain, looking forward to meeting you again.
The composition on the topic of meeting in the second day of junior high school (selected part II) meets with summer every June. The hot weather makes people feel his presence. I wonder if you have noticed that there is always a girl in white under the Prynne tree every summer. She is the spirit of summer.
I met her. She is very handsome and dressed simply. When she passed by my ear, she gently told me: I am a summer elf! When I turned around and looked around, she was gone. From now on, I will see the girl in white under the white orchid tree. Sometimes she would turn around, give me a sweet smile and then disappear.
I don't know if it's my illusion, but I only know that I can feel her smell in the air. I'm not sure whether I like summer or not, but I know I like her, like her simple dress, wind-like voice and nectar-like smile. Maybe I didn't know it was summer when I was slow. )
Summer is the season of fire. Every time I meet it, I look forward to the arrival of winter, but every time it leaves, I have all kinds of disappointments. God knows who I am.
As soon as this summer is over, the next summer will come, and the people who accompany me should be changed! I have always had an idea in my mind: I hope to leave early and graduate from primary school. Maybe there are few things that I miss in primary school! I wonder if my idea is a little abnormal? ! I only know that even if we are sad now, things that we thought we would never forget in the future will be forgotten by us in those days when we never forget. Then why is it so painful? It is better to face everything that is coming happily!
Summer is synonymous with fiery. It's the opposite of what I feel now. Sit by the window and look up, ah! It's September now, and the summer elf under the Prynne tree sent me a letter with the wind: See you next year!
I hope to have your company next summer.
The composition of the second day of junior high school (selected article 3) is accustomed to the dull days with the topic of meeting, and likes to leave two lines of dull footprints on his life track. Strong colors and noisy weather, but I prefer simple and elegant lightness and tranquility. Meeting is such a scenery.
Meeting is a short reunion in life, or under a tree by the roadside, or in a drizzle, or at a street stall. Long-lost joy always becomes quiet. God created man, so there are joys and sorrows in a sentimental world. The joy of meeting by chance is always better than the feeling of waiting for meeting. Maybe meeting will make the world a better place and more casual.
Meeting was once a memory, or sweet and warm, or sad and frustrated. Life has been in a hurry for decades, and we will always seek a new beginning and end the old one in life. Meeting is to open a bookmark of the past. Thousands of barriers between day and night will always disappear at the moment of meeting. All the smells of the past will surge in my heart. The mountains are vague, the water is vague, the dreams are vague, and the feelings are vague.
Meeting is a reflection on the past and the future. Tell us how to give up and teach us how to cherish. Perhaps in the face of the real world, it will be difficult for us to grasp everything in front of us. Occasional encounter may make us see the world more clearly, examine ourselves and enlighten our thinking.
In this way, day by day flows through the fingers, diluting the colors and memories. Only meeting is like fireworks in the night sky, perhaps only a moment of glory, but also the most pleasant stroke in a dull day.
Meeting you is the most beautiful meeting in my life. The moon is bent like a hook and scattered. Quiet inside, the breeze is gentle. -inscription
I like sitting alone in front of the computer screen in the quiet night, tapping the keyboard with my fingers, so that words can jump out from my fingertips and onto the screen. Those square words, like beating notes, pluck the strings of my deep thoughts; Also like a heart song, hovering in the middle of the night, floating in the wind. At this time, are you sitting quietly by the computer, waiting for each other with me? I hope my liposuction and slimming dance can also touch your heartstrings; I hope this song about you can float to your side and linger in your heart on this quiet night. And then it breeds and spreads
Perhaps it is a review of past lives, perhaps it is an agreement in this life, which gives me the opportunity to meet you in the vast sea of people; Let me think of your beauty alone in the dark. Is the meeting between you and me a gift from God or the love of the elders? Is it fate or coincidence that you and I met? The meeting between you and me, for me, is like a lamp in the long night, which brings me light; For me, it's like a fire in the middle of winter, liposuction to lose weight. I seem to see the lost children return to their hometown and the long-lost lovers meet again. Since then, in my life, I have more attachment and less indifference; From then on, in my life, I have the fragrance of flowers, the singing of birds, the breath of spring and the yearning for autumn.
When I met you, you lost a seed in my heart. This seed quickly took root, sprouted and grew in my heart, and now it has grown into a tree full of fruits. I picked the fruit of acacia one by one and tasted it with my heart; When I met you, you quietly put one of my dreams in your bag. This dream, slowly expanding in your bag, has now occupied all the space and become all my dream face-lifting methods.
Light a cigarette and take a deep breath. Smoke flutters, and your shadow haunts my mind like misty smoke. Make a cup of tea, chew it slowly, the fragrance is overflowing, and your voice echoes over the hut, like a fragrant steam. Thick thoughts are like plumes of smoke, and pure tea fragrance permeates the whole body. The smell of cigarettes and tea is just like what I think at this moment. I slowly played back the past and wondered how to face up.
I miss you more and more. I have been dreaming for a long time, and I have been thinking hard at night. Miss you, like a thirsty seedling moistened by spring rain, germinates in the bottom of my heart and then grows wildly regardless; Miss you, like fine snowflakes falling and dancing with the wind, and finally have a corner of you in my heart, slowly accumulating.
After the second grade composition (selected article 5) was titled Meeting, I was very worried about the composition topic of the test paper-a story about historical crossing.
"How did you write this composition?" Mr Wang Ran came up to me and asked me.
"You are not I don't know. I don't read history. " I looked up at the rotating fan. "Let me write a love story or a mystery novel, but I can make up a book for him."
"Well ..."
Soon, the bell rang, which was an expected big break. I was still listless on my desk, and I felt a little tired and fell asleep at this time.
After falling asleep, I vaguely felt a bird standing on a branch singing "Twitter" and the sound of water beating against a stone. I opened my eyes, but what I saw shocked me-there was a dense forest around and a waterfall in the middle of the forest. At first glance, the spring water thought it was a galaxy. On the branch, some birds are resting, some are singing and some are hunting. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the leaves nodded and greeted the wind. The spray falls with the rhythm of the branches, leaving a beautiful rainbow in the atmosphere.
I walked along the path until I reached the waterfall. Suddenly I saw a figure in front of me. He is wearing a long white dress and holding a bottle of wine in his hand. While drinking wine, he shook his head and recited, "Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke." Looking at the Qianchuan Waterfall from afar. " I couldn't help saying, "Going straight to thousands of feet, I suspect that the Milky Way has set for nine days." I saw that the man was surprised: "Who are you and how do you know what I'm saying?" I wondered, "This is a three-year-old child …" I suddenly realized! Did I cross into the Tang Dynasty? Also lucky enough to meet Li Bai? I tried my best to control my joy: "Are you the legendary' poet fairy' Li Bai?" He smiled and waved his hand: "No,no."
I talked with Li Bai for a long time, and his modest attitude always awed me.
"Ziyi?" I was awakened by this sudden sound. Looking intently, I am no longer in front of the beautiful waterfall, and Li Bai is gone. It took me a long time to recover-I was just dreaming.
"What did you whisper just now? What Li Bai, what poetry fairy, is still flying down thousands of feet. I really don't understand. "
I smiled and said nothing. If she meets me, I'm afraid she will be more excited than me.
That dream was very real. I think there must be a reason. Let me make up my mind to learn from Li Bai's modesty and become a great person.
I will always remember the meeting that warmed my heart that night. -inscription
"Come on, Dad, drive!" I sat in the car, urging like an order. Today is classmate A's birthday, starting at 6 o'clock. But I'm in a hurry because I have to go to class and leave at 5: 30.
Bang! -"damn it!" Dad scolded and opened the door to get off. Immediately, he opened the car door again: "Son, you rear-ended. Get off the bus and take a taxi. " Helpless, I had to get off and stand on the side of the road waving my right hand.
After a while, I got on a car. Crossing the busy street, I came to a familiar neighborhood, but when I got off the bus, I felt as if I had walked into a maze. There are many communities in this area. Fortunately, I remember my classmate's phone number. But a pocket, it's broken, I don't have my mobile phone today! It's really a "rainy night", so I can only ask passers-by for help in desperation.
A middle-aged uncle, bald, came right in front of him. Opportunity knocks but once. I stepped forward and said, "Hello, uncle, can I borrow your mobile phone?" I asked timidly. He looked at me coldly: "Who are you?" Then I quickly walked away, leaving behind the figure I was anxiously looking forward to.
We have to wait. After a while, another good-looking aunt came, and there was hope! I can't wait to see him: "Hello, Aunt! Can you ... can you lend me your mobile phone? I ... "But before I finished, my aunt turned her head to one side and quickly dodged like she didn't hear!
An accident. Sadness. Anxiety is speechless. As time went by, I sat helplessly on the steps by the road. It's getting dark, and the street lamps are shining with surprised eyes, lengthening my lost figure.
The indifference of the world covered my heart, bowed my head, and finally tears could not help but swirl in my eyes. When I looked up again, a middle-aged couple came up arm in arm. In front of me, menstruation asked with concern, "Young man, what's the matter with you? Why not stay here and go home? " There seems to be hope. I told the story like fried beans. The two smiled at each other, and my uncle took out his mobile phone and handed it to me without hesitation: "It's so late, call quickly, your classmates should be very anxious!" "I thanked him quickly, picked up the phone and dialed the number excitedly. I asked the building number and returned my cell phone. I bowed gratefully to them: "Uncle and aunt, thank you so much. ""No, our children had the same experience, "they said lightly." Come on! Let's go "
Running all the way, the darkness in my heart is gone with the wind. I know that my uncles and aunts opened their selfless hearts and made me feel the beauty of strange feelings in the world.
That night, I will always remember this meeting that warmed my heart.
She knows that there may not be a better encounter on the road in the future. -inscription
Xiao Mo Daxiao grew up in the countryside. She is a natural swimmer. She often stays by the river to play and touch some small fish and shrimp. Unexpectedly, I met her like this.
In midsummer, Xiao Mo rolled up his sleeves and enjoyed himself in the river. As soon as she looked up, she saw a white and tender girl, wearing a ponytail, looking at her with great interest. She was suddenly shy, without warning and caught off guard. She came up to Xiao Mo and said, "What are you doing?" "Touch, touch the fish." Xiao Mo suddenly stammered. She suddenly became excited. "Can you really touch the fish?" Xiao Mo nodded and said to her, "I'll teach you." Then she went fishing with Xiao Mo, and the seeds of friendship were sown.
They go to school together, eat together and go home together. They were inseparable and became the envy of others.
But Xiao Mo only knew how to play at that time, and she didn't do anything. Needless to say, her achievements are natural. And she, diligent and cheerful, had the opposite result with Xiao Mo.
From then on, whenever Xiao Mo walked with her, she always got high attention. However, it is always her who shines, and Xiao Mo is just a foil.
Until one day, Xiao Mo overheard another person talking, "Why do you think Xiao Mo stood with her?" "That is, it is not worthy of others at all." ..... Small foam didn't listen, shock, indignation and other emotions intertwined in small foam heart. Only then did I really realize how far away I was from her. It's like, two people are crossing the bridge, and she easily reaches the top of the bridge. Many people have to look up to her, while Xiao Mo is still wandering under the bridge. That river is a gap that they can never cross.
From then on, Xiao Mo began to alienate her. She didn't come to Xiao Mo and didn't ask why. She still lives in her own glamorous world, and Xiao Mo can only look up to her in an increasingly gloomy corner. The distance between them is getting farther and farther.
Perhaps without her supervision, Xiao Mo began to stop paying attention to her study and became a complete poor student. The teacher criticized her and her parents enlightened her, but she was indifferent.
After being called to her parents several times in a row, Xiao Mo found that she looked at herself from time to time with a worried face, as if to say, "You can't go on like this." Whenever this happens, Xiao Mo always lowers his head and pretends to write a few words to hide himself.
She finally couldn't help looking for Xiao Mo.
It was an afternoon and a happy time. But because of her arrival, the atmosphere became dignified. They stood face to face without talking. Small foam out of embarrassment, first broke the calm, "what do you want to see me for?" Without beating around the bush, she came straight to the point and said, "Your grades have dropped sharply recently. Let me help you with your lessons, so ... ""Why? " She was speechless and dumbfounded in an instant. Xiao Mo turned and left, leaving her messy in the wind.
Xiaomo was depressed and had to run to the river to vent. This river witnessed Xiao Mo's first meeting with her and their friendship. Unfortunately, she was there. This time, she caught Xiao Mo directly. "I have something to say to you." Xiao Mo stood still. She said, "I don't know why you don't talk to me, but I think you are my friend anyway." Xiaomo suddenly looked up at her and felt a warm current in her heart. I didn't know she would think so, and she never asked for it. Xiao Mo asked her, "Are we still good friends?" She smiled. "Of course!" Xiao Mo couldn't help laughing. Time stopped at this moment. Xiao Mo finally crossed the river and stood side by side with her.
In fact, there is no need for too much suspicion between two people. What is needed is a sincere heart and courage.
There is a river in everyone's heart, and everyone has their own secrets, waiting for us to discover. Maybe you haven't found it yet, but don't be discouraged. You will find it in due course.