Why, do beef offal for a living. Neighbors call him "Brother Wen".
When I was in primary school, his "Wen Ji Niu Za" shop was my favorite place to go. Have a bowl of hot radish beef offal. Take a big sip of soup while it's hot. A warm current rolled into the stomach, nourishing the stomach and making it comfortable. Take a bite of radish, crystal clear as jade, dancing on the tip of the tongue, lingering between lips and teeth. Chewing a piece of tripe is refreshing and elastic, and the fresh fragrance makes the taste buds linger. Brother Wen smiled at me and patiently introduced me to all kinds of delicious food in the bowl with a simple Guangzhou accent.
When I met him, I met the delicious food of Laoxiguan.
I often go there and know him well. "Brother Wen, I want a beef offal and a little tripe and liver!" "No problem, give you something to eat!" He is always like this, smiling to meet the different requirements of large and small customers. Scissors are opened and closed, and beef offal is put into the bowl. He waved his skillful hands, danced in the breeze and laughed at the sunset. Whenever we hold hot beef offal and munch on our favorite food, his eyes are always narrowed with joy, like the waning moon in the night sky; And the loss in price, he never cares. After work, people from all walks of life gathered in front of his booth. He greeted them cordially, asked about the recent situation of familiar customers and cared about their lives. Pass and pick; A bowl of giblet conveys a feeling.
When I met him, I met a strong sense of neighborhood.
Later, I graduated. I have left primary school for several years and haven't seen Brother Wen again. However, no matter how other beef offal is eaten, I feel that I can't taste Brother Wen. One day, when I was free, I went back. Stepping into the familiar alley, I caught a glimpse of the familiar booth-he was still there. Order a bowl of familiar beef offal, but the familiar fragrance lingers between the lips and teeth; Chew carefully and chew some new flavors. When Govin saw this scene, he proudly said: "The newly developed formula has added some beef tendon. How's it going? Does it taste good? I can't eat it anywhere else! " I nodded and asked, "How many years have you been making beef offal?" "Sixteen years." It's amazing. But he downplayed: "Nothing, just playing. Do one line, love one line, specialize in one line, that's all. "
When I met him, I met the simple persistence of the craftsman.
Looking at Brother Wen's busy figure in the fireworks, I couldn't help but get lost in thought. Perhaps, it is Wen Ge's love for this old Xiguan cuisine, his nostalgia for the neighborhood, and his little innovation that supported the "Wen Ji Niu Za" 16 years.
Between lips and teeth, it is Wen Ge's continuous feelings; It's great to see him.
Chapter two: 800 words of the most beautiful meeting composition selected in grade three. Maybe, every day, I will pass by many people; Perhaps, every day, there will be many places to leave my footprints; Perhaps it is the coincidence of these fates that makes me meet many beautiful people.
I have been in primary school for a long time. I looked at the gate and thought about how the little girl felt when she walked into the campus with trembling legs seven years ago. Excited, excited, or expecting? It was my best meeting.
Walking into the campus and looking at the teaching buildings that once made me gnash my teeth, I actually gave a light smile, with some nostalgia and some attachment. Since the sixth grade of primary school, the open space has become a building, the runway has become plastic, the classroom has been fitted with a projection ... everything has changed.
Looking at the tall building in front of me, the concrete floor suddenly appeared in front of me. A long time ago, I always played there. I met my best math teacher in that hot summer. One day it was so hot that even the electric fan was dead, so the teacher went to buy a box of popsicles and gave them to us to eat. That was six or seven years ago. I still remember the teacher's knowing smile, gentle eyes and the coolness of popsicles. This is a wonderful meeting.
Go straight, it's the school auditorium. Looking at the door, another girl with a "guest" sign appeared in front of me. It was the 80th anniversary of the school. A retired teacher came, and the girl looked at it for a long time, and finally remembered that it was her head teacher in grade one. She thought the teacher wouldn't remember her, but she touched her head affectionately, read her name and said that she had grown up. She looked at the teacher and found that she had many wrinkles, which were indelible marks left on her face by years. The corners of her eyes are drooping, which is also a sign that she is old, but her eyes still look at her with curiosity. The girl suddenly remembered that when she was a child, the teacher would hold her hand and teach her to write, arrange her to sit with the monitor to improve her grades, and touch her head lovingly. It turns out that the girl buried everything about the teacher in her memory. This is also a beautiful encounter.
I came to Class One, Grade Six according to my memory. At the window, I saw the world inside. Wooden tables and chairs, some chalk dust on the blackboard ... everything is so familiar. I want to go in, touch the desks and chairs I used, and look for my traces, but I can't. I was a little depressed, but there were four girls singing in my ears, mixed with joy, happiness and tacit understanding between them. Suddenly, I feel a little sad again. My former inseparable friend has parted ways now. But even if it is separated, that beautiful memory remains in my heart. That is the flash of life, the eternal beauty of life. It's so nice to meet you.
Birds come and fly; Thanks again, Bloom. The students left one group and went to another. I close my eyes, and the beautiful encounter in this school is like a movie, which is played little by little. At that moment, I seemed to see the smiling faces of all the teachers and classmates and heard them say "goodbye".
Chapter 3: The most beautiful meeting composition 800-word junior high school selection seems like a blink of an eye. Meeting you reminds me of the sentence "Who did you meet at the most beautiful time?" I think I will answer, "at that time, I met you, and I hope to stay at that time." From then on, I hope life will be the same ... "
Before that, I like to lie on the bed lazily, turn over the books in my hand lazily, and then go to sleep in a daze. On that day, when I stepped out of the house on a whim, there was a gentle wind blowing on my face, and there was a faint smell of earth and a slight smell of grass in my breath. I suddenly realized that you had arrived before I knew it, but today, I met you, cheered and set foot on the land you touched.
On both sides of the cement road, there are tender grass buds, which stretch gracefully under the touch of your hand and look leisurely; If you were a flower in the yard a few days ago, you smiled unconsciously. Originally, you really came, came to my side and met me.
With your company, listening to quiet songs, walking slowly, leisurely and aimlessly on the road, as long as you are around, everywhere is the most beautiful scenery.
That year, I passed you by and you came in a hurry. Before I found out, you had already left, leaving me with a regretful figure. Last year, I waited for your arrival in various ways, but I couldn't meet you when you arrived. What was I doing then? Oh, by the way, I am racing against time, hoping that he can let you stay with me for a long time, so I missed meeting you. Fortunately, I finally met you this year. I promised you a thousand times and ten thousand times in my heart. I know you promised, so I came in time and met you when I thought I was the most beautiful.
I looked up and saw the white clouds jumping and swaying at your command under the blue curtain. Do you use this to express your happiness? Did you wait a long time to see me? The flowers on the branches are in full bloom. Did you see them? Red, yellow and white, shining like a rainbow in the warm sunshine, are your gifts, aren't they? How beautiful!
I really hope time stays at this moment, today, and my most beautiful time, because at this time, I met you.
If only life were like the first time.
Lying on the grass, falling asleep slowly under your touch, with a reassuring smile on your face, I know you will be by my side, because this is our agreement.
Chapter 4: The most beautiful meeting composition 800 words A person will meet all kinds of people, people with different personalities, good people and bad people in his life.
I remember when I was in the sixth grade, the school held an interest group activity. I like painting very much, so I joined the art interest group. The teacher explained to us what we need to bring in the next class, such as watercolor pens, watercolor pens, pencils and so on.
When I got home, I was so happy that my father took me to buy school supplies. I gave it to my little friend happily. I am like a great speaker, and I want people all over the world to know. I looked around and finally looked forward to this art interest class. In the first class in the afternoon, I thought, next, I can finally show them how good my paintings are.
When I arrived at school, class was about to begin, and I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something. I'm worried. My eyes are suddenly wet. I'm thinking about what to do. What to do? I'm going to be scolded by the teacher. Alas, how could you be so careless? Do you want to borrow it from your classmates, but they don't know each other. What should I do if they don't lend it to me?
While I was hesitating, the bell rang suddenly, and I slowly lowered my head. A classmate saw it and asked me, "Did you forget to bring something?" I nodded. She smiled and said to me, I can lend you mine, so I asked him what you used. He smiled and answered me: nothing, I brought more. I have a spare one. You can use it first. At this time, the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and I felt that God had given me an angel.
Later, school started and the teacher came. The teacher said that those who didn't bring school equipment should stand up for class. At this moment, I saw her standing. When I woke up, I realized that she was lying to me. I turned around and found her looking at me with a smile. I didn't struggle in my heart, but I still crustily skin of head and finished the class. Today the teacher taught the children to draw a lively and lovely pony. I still settled down and studied painting seriously for some time. Soon after, I drew a lively and lovely pony, and I did. Finally, a group of lively and lovely ponies finished. After class, I ran to say thank you to him. She thanked him for giving you this painting. Slowly, I became good friends with her. Without her, I would have been scolded by the teacher. In retrospect, I really appreciate her.
The most beautiful meeting, thank you. I hope to see him and understand it. I want to learn to be helpful and let others feel happy when you are happy. Nice to meet you.
Chapter 5: The most beautiful meeting composition 800 words Meeting in the third grade is the beginning of everything.
On that day, there was a mother who was giving birth on the operating table. Her face was pale, and thick sweat like soybeans flowed from her forehead to her ears, wetting her black hair. She gave vent to the pain of childbirth by crying.
The baby's out! The nurse on the side shouted happily. Wow, wow, wow, this is the first time I have cried and breathed in this world. Wrapped up, I leaned on the nurse's arm and vaguely felt my mother's smile and happiness.
Outside the operating room, my father paced at the door, his hands clenched and he kept sighing deeply. The whine stopped, followed by the baby's loud cry. His eyebrows gradually relaxed, and he just sat in the chair and waited helplessly. The doctor came out of the operating room with a list in both hands and said to his father, mother and daughter are safe. Father slapped his thigh heavily with his hand and said, Great! Great!
It's after one o'clock in the morning and the night is quiet. After all this trouble, everyone fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, the nurse sent me to my mother's bed, with a white sheet and a white quilt inlaid with her haggard face. She was weak, but when she saw me, her face was full of happiness. Mother lifted her clothes and I sucked her milk impudently. Many people say that milk is the blood flowing in my mother's body, but my mother sacrificed precious blood for me so selflessly and nurtured my young life. I was full and fell asleep. Mother gently picked me up and kissed me on the forehead. She also stroked my fleshy face with slender fingers. I opened my toothless mouth and seemed to smile happily, and my mother smiled happily with me.
There is always a silly smile on my mother's face, which is her hope to face life and the best education for me to know life. Her eyes are full of deep affection for me, which is gratitude to God for his care and teaching me gratitude. I met my mother and started my life journey. Long years, but only a short time belongs to her and me.
She has no profound knowledge, but she taught me to work hard in life; She didn't speak Kan Kan's words, but she taught me to be modest; She doesn't have a heart compatible with the world, but she taught me to be caring. She can work hard for herself, but she will never wronged her daughter in education.
Meeting is not the most beautiful mother, but the most beautiful meeting.
Seeing a sea of tulips in front of me, I couldn't help picking a white flower and giving it to my dear mother, who is as pure as this tulip. The most beautiful turmeric, the most beautiful meeting.