Alleys in the rain
Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
The most beautiful encounter 600-word basketball court I met you in the vast net sea. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and a gift from God. Thank god!
Knowing you let me know what fate is, and I know what loneliness is without you. Your affectionate greetings have brought me endless happiness!
The world is small, thousands of miles apart. Cut a line to connect it. Although the mountains and rivers are far away, you are close enough to touch the screen. Although the horizon is far away, the heart is connected. This is a profound friendship, which I have always cherished.
True feelings have no distance. Qian Shan Wanshui failed to stop us from caring for each other, watching each other, keeping in line with the years, connecting with each other and following each other's feelings and dreams.
Maybe you are far away. Maybe we can't see each other in this life. But that little concern and long thoughts are always entangled in my heart.
I miss you, so I frown. I miss you, and I often can't stand that silly smile, and my ears often echo every word you say. You made me fall in love with you deeply, and I can't tell you why.
You fascinate me, you fascinate me, you make me forget you forever, and you are me. .........................
Junior high school composition 500 words "The Most Beautiful Meeting" Beautiful Meeting
Fifteen years old, what a beautiful chapter of life, a little melancholy, but also a little sadness and joy.
-Inscription.
Suddenly, on a certain day, in a certain corner, I accidentally bumped into you.
Smile, and then hurry by.
This is the most beautiful meeting in my imagination.
And meeting you is actually very ordinary. We first met in kindergarten.
At that time, you were wearing a plaid skirt, a white shirt and white socks, squatting in the grass and playing with foxtail. You remind me of the lovely princess written by Andersen.
Fortunately, we became deskmates and good friends.
I am a silent person, always quietly and stubbornly guarding my own sky. And you are always cheerful, laughing almost presumptuously. Students are surprised, how do you put up with my dullness and how tough I am, so that I won't be tortured to collapse by your chatter.
You always say that we are childhood friends, and we never know whether Sydney is in Europe or Oceania. We don't understand that Wuchang uprising and Nanchang uprising are not the same thing. And I finally gave up my interest in discussing poetry and historical geography with you after countless blows.
So I am always silent, and you are always happy. You envy my immobility, and I envy your wanton publicity.
Students say they envy the friendship between our two little girls, so you sing loudly and arrogantly: "We are like summer and autumn, but we can always turn winter into spring …".
To tell the truth, you never sing in tune. I still feel happy.
Life is always trivial and real. Our friendship seems plain as water, but it is almost tangible.
Yes, we are just the two most ordinary people. It may be angular, but it's just extraordinarily real and won't hurt people. I remember someone saying, "If a person is covered with thorns, if she is a beautiful girl, she must be said to be a rose, if she is a melancholy girl, she must be said to be a cactus", but I always feel that we are more like two plants of green bristlegrass, so ordinary and true company.
You said it was meaningless, but I insisted.
However, after all, we are not green grass and will not be rooted in the same place all our lives. When parting came, we were too ignorant to understand that it was something that should be sad. And when I finally reached the age of knowing sadness, there was only a shallow sigh and nostalgia.
It's been years. You and I no longer meet, and gradually we have no news. Even with the development of communication, time and space still inevitably lead to emotional indifference.
I still live a quiet life. When I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Sometimes I miss you a little when I think of your unscrupulous smile.
Our years flow away forever like water. Rotten as wood, but Populus euphratica is the most, 3 thousand years old and long? Maybe, but there is always a time limit.
Looking at the sky alone, I think you are more willing to compare our friendship with the white clouds in the sky yesterday, and you will sigh like an aria-look, what a big marshmallow, I really want to take a bite.
However, I want to compare our friendship to fluffy catkins, which will touch each other's memories at the moment of meeting, itchy and soft.
Miss you, sister. No matter how my life changes, I can't forget my childhood play and always want to meet you by chance.
Composition-I am the most beautiful meeting you have ever met. The meeting of 800 words is a poem, with laughter and sadness. Meeting is a song, high-pitched, passionate and gentle. Is to meet and make life colorful; It is friendship that makes life so beautiful.
Six years ago today, at this time, we became classmates. Over the past six years, that still bright smile and that still pure friendship have melted in my heart and echoed in my mind.
That day, I can't remember whether it was sunny or raining cats and dogs. Like me, you may have carried a schoolbag that Bay never carried. Or laugh; Or cry. Walking on a strange road. Walk slowly. . . . . . Walk into that strange school. Childish face, fooling around? Dazed? Angry on the side? We are all the same, and the fear of strangers is deep in my mind. That's when you and I met. You are very popular in our class and your grades are good. I don't need it, it doesn't matter; I don't understand. I don't need to understand. It doesn't matter what you left behind. Nothing, just glad to see you again. I can continue to be your classmate. I can also see you in the next class, laughing and having fun together.
Once, I may have forgotten you, because I don't know; I may have betrayed you, because I only did it for myself; I may not know you, because you may not know me. People took you first and left me. Looking at your silent departure, I am afraid and guilty, but I still pretend to be indifferent. Unexpectedly, you don't care, and you still don't care.
In junior high school, you were still a "good classmate" in your class, and your eyes were the same. Let bygones be bygones, let bygones be bygones. I still miss you on tiptoe, I still remember wandering memories, and I still pretend to be indifferent, just like wormwood. When I first smelled it, it was bitter and sour, but after a long time, you found it had a charming fragrance. Just like this friendship, there are crying and laughing. Waiting for the next miracle to happen.
Sometimes we have a tacit understanding, and sometimes we are helpless. This precious friendship is really good. Close your eyes and feel those flashy years. Maybe the sunshine that day was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes. Maybe that day, the cold wind was biting, and the feelings that turned into that strange name were flowing carefully. There may be two childish children sent to school crying that day.
That crying child is you. Your name is no longer strange. I hope the friendship between primary schools can continue. When I get old, I may have a warm current in my heart when I recall it.
The world is beautiful because of friendship, because it is so beautiful.
The most beautiful meeting song just now
The most beautiful meeting in the world is when you bow your head and say nothing.
Isn't it an affair? The most beautiful meeting is in the bathhouse. Touch the chicken and feet, appreciate each other's figure and appearance, so comfortable.
Husband always suspects that his wife is having an affair, which is a mental illness. The wife should communicate with him more and make him feel that you care about him. Husband always suspects that his wife is having an affair, which can also be understood as that he cares about you very much, so it doesn't matter. Next, be gentle with the woman and let her get rid of the heart disease.
This is misunderstanding, this is a kind of beautification.
It can be said that these things are a disaster for the family.
It is not in line with social morality for society.
Stop obsessing about these things.
Better go home.