In the beautiful summer, my favorite season, I met him and brought beauty and gloom to my life.

God chose to let us know each other at this time, and deliberately shot down the game to let us experience ignorance.

Under the scorching sun, we feel tired, sour and happy of military training together; On the playground, we experience the bitterness and sweetness of sports together; During the cleaning, we clean our home together.

He alienated me from geometry, and I have been avoiding it and don't want to accept it, but I know the reason why he didn't want to associate with me on graduation day.

It's just that I care too much, and I'm relieved to put him under pressure.

Meeting him is the joy I feel in my life. I don't need much conversation to meet him, but I greet him from the bottom of my heart, because we are separated by one day.

Although he gave me his parting as a gift after graduating from the third grade, I knew it was my most beautiful surprise to meet him in my life when I saw that he could be admitted to the best middle school in the province.

Meeting the sky is the purest; Meeting the sea is the most beautiful.

When I meet a beautiful leaf, there will be a dry day. When I meet him, there will be a day of separation, but all the good things I once had will be satisfied.

2. How to write an 800-word composition about "Hui" On the other side of the river, there is a wild cuckoo in full bloom. Whose smile is that?

Deep in the birch forest, there is a faint blue skirt. Whose temptation is that?

A line of footprints leads to shallow melancholy in the distance. Whose place is that?

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I am not a sympathetic person, nor an affectionate poet, but I am too drunk to know where to go.

Indeed, the comfort brought by words is unparalleled, but sometimes I will be agitated. On days when I can't write words, I feel uneasy like floating dust in the beautiful sunshine.

I can only draw a desert full of flowers with the loneliness of my fingertips, shut myself in my room and start writing childish fairy tales all night. Impeccable and unforgivable.

I lost my smile until my fingers got old.

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I don't know, Zhu. It's spring outside the window.

The first green-pointed soft silk caressed the fine ripples of sleep, disappeared and rose again, rendering a pool of green in mutual feeling.

The rain in early spring falls, leaving colorful petals on the lonely hills. She is gentle but not rude, charming but not enchanting. She kissed the earth with unique tenderness, touched the ice with warm heart, made the earth emotional and moved the mountains and rivers.

Among the green leaves, there is a small red light-bud! They are like * * * babies, greedily sucking the milk of spring, naive and naughty, really cute-they are too shy, shy.

My heart was also moved by this scene.

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Who says time can't go back? Who says the world is full of changes? Who says I'll never meet the beauty I missed again?

Many times, the beautiful thing itself is a proof that you met beauty in such a smooth way.

I began to thank you with deep love. The reincarnation of the four seasons, what is passed on to me is more than the joy of life? Isn't the most natural beauty that we have forgotten conveyed in the creation of Yin and Yang? Isn't it, the inspiration I've been looking for?

Somehow, I believe that there must be a gentle and compassionate force above the dark blue starry sky, which will bow slightly and smile lovingly at me.

People should live as long as rivers and be as affectionate. After all, life will not be poetic because of material possession. People's affection makes the world beautiful and gentle.

At midnight, I stopped writing fairy tales, but waved a pen and recorded every miracle of life.

Dandelions are scattered, Petunia is asleep, and there are many cotton tidbits floating in the sky, singing cordial songs. ...

Who can help me write a composition I met? 600 words (written by myself) Life is like a train. There will be many stops along the way, where people will get on and off. I wonder if someone will accompany us to the end of our lives.

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I'm lucky to meet you.

Home, warm harbor

From the first time I saw this colorful world, from the first time I shed tears. . . I met you, mom and dad. You let me come to this world and feel the wonder of nature. You gave me beautiful and magical eyes; It was you who gave me hands and let me know how to work miracles by my own efforts ... When I was proud, you warned me. When I am happy, you smile the most brightly; You support me when I flinch; When I was working hard, you encouraged me ... this family is warm because of you.

On this train, at any station, you will never get off. I know you will always be with me, forever. ...

Mom and Dad, I am very lucky to meet you.

Teacher, diligent gardener

From the first step into the classroom, from the first time I swam in the ocean of knowledge ... I met you, my teacher. In the classroom, your interesting way of giving lectures makes the boring classroom particularly wonderful; After class, you talked with us about study and life ... At that time, we were more than just teachers and students. We became friends on the basis of respect. Although we are not inseparable, we are very friendly. You lead us to swim in the world of wisdom, and let us be baptized by the breeze and raindrops endlessly ... We are saplings, teachers, and you make us thrive.

You walked with me for a long time on this train. Although at some point, you may have caught another train, but I won't forget you, my teacher, when I hurried up and down.

Teacher, I am very lucky to meet you.

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The train keeps going, and many passengers may have got off. I don't know, when you get on the bus again, will I remember our meeting? However, I will always take your expectations and move forward with the train. I believe that in the distance, I will meet the most wonderful myself.

4. Composition, what you encounter and what you rewrite. Meeting you is the most beautiful meeting in my life. The moon is like a hook, and the stars are 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 reproduce and spread.

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.

Whenever I see the poor, I always want to give them something, but I think they are not hardworking enough, and I am a little angry. But I have read the fairy tale The Little Match Girl. Although she comes from a bad business, I really sympathize with her and want to help her.

The hero of this fairy tale is a little girl who sells matches. She was born in a luxurious town. Poor fate made the little girl lose her loving mother and grandmother from an early age. The little girl's father is an alcoholic, and he is drunk every day. There is no money to buy drinks, and the little girl has to sell matches, and she is not allowed to go home until it is sold out. The tragedy finally happened. It was New Year's Eve, and pedestrians in the street were wearing new clothes and visiting relatives and friends with gifts. Nobody talks to the little match girl. It was getting dark, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and all the pedestrians left, but the little girl didn't sell any matches. The little girl walked helplessly in the street, huddled up with cold. The little girl sat on the steps. When she warmed herself with matches, she saw many beautiful things. Finally, she lit all the matches and saw grandma. Grandma flew away with the little girl in her arms and came to heaven. The next day, people found the little match girl frozen to death on the steps.

After reading it, my eyes warmed up and I couldn't help crying: "What a poor little girl!" " I am deeply lazy about the miserable life of the little girl. All she has is fantasy. Everything I have is real.

Look at the little match girl. Her family is ruined, but mine is very happy. I have a family that loves me, which is more important than anything else. But I don't talk, I often make them angry and talk back. It's really wrong. Everything my parents do for me now is for my future. I should cooperate and finish it seriously. How can I object? The little match girl even felt precious to her mother's scolding. By contrast, how small I am.

Compared with the little match girl, I am lucky. I will cherish everything around me.

6. I met with sadness when I wrote one composition after another.

Thousands of years later, Gu Quan stood on the top of a green hill and ran endlessly. I stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up again.

The tour guide said it was hard. Because of the destruction of vegetation, the spring water is getting thinner and thinner and may be used up one day.

Then our mood must be on the same channel-sadness. I was persuaded to give up my troubles, but the cloud of failure in the exam hung over my heart. Thick.

-I heard sadness moaning in my heart.

Just like this Gu Quan, it has gone through thousands of years of time and space, experienced countless joys and sorrows in the world, but it can't avoid the despair of being integrated into the sea. At this moment, the silent trickle is even its sad tears.

We both lived very tired, and the hard sweat spilled over the cultivated fields, but we announced that we would come back late in autumn. I kept busy, struggling, and only met a sad experience.

It's still flowing, and it's getting thinner, but it's getting thinner. The sad singer never stopped chasing music all his life.

I was silent. It is also a life that encounters obstacles, and it is also a sad, lonely and helpless life, but it can unite its poor strength and never give up its ideals.

Tears are no longer tears, but the soul that pursues ideals. Sadness is not so sad, but a song that cherishes life!

I saw the seeds of sadness germinate and grow up in life, and blossomed into little flowers that gave birth to hope.

Yes, the cessation of life always meets sadness unexpectedly. But sadness should not be a fog that hinders our progress, but should be the driving force for us to face bravely and collide with brilliant sparks of thought!

Even if the corrosive liquid of sadness is so thick and bloody, the spring of the soul should keep a clear and ethereal sky, let the little flower of the soul thrive and bravely pursue its own beauty and happiness!

When sadness, sadness and loneliness strike, we should grit our teeth and hold back our tears. There is no retreat when you turn back. If you hesitate, you must forge ahead. You can only take a brave step.

Because each of us is bleeding and dying. ...

I stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up, and then looked up at Gu Quan. I smiled freely, moved and felt sad, and opened a beautiful sea of flowers ...

7. Who will help me with my composition? Nice to meet you.

You are my good "partner" and my greatest hobby. You are the quintessence of China, and you also recorded an exciting historical story-the Battle of Chu and Han. Tell the story of the battle that set the world with those 32 pieces. At the age of 4, I have stepped into a new starting point-learning. I don't know whether I am influenced by my family or I am curious about the people who play chess in the street, so I chose to learn China Chess. I bought a lot of chess books and played chess with my grandfather at home. As time went by, my chess skills advanced by leaps and bounds unconsciously. Although I only know a few tricks, for a 4-year-old child, such impressive achievements are enough to make him proud among his peers. But I'm not proud. I still study hard. When I was at school, I didn't give up studying and practicing chess because of my study. I didn't put down my homework or chess. In this case, I still insisted on learning chess, and my good luck followed: the school organized regional chess trials and I participated in the competition. Although I am a little old, my strength is not worse than that of my big brothers. I "cut through the customs" and went all the way to the semi-finals. But there are two older brothers who are better than me, and both of them surpass me. I can only watch "No.1" and "No.2" pass by, and I can only "explore flowers". But for me, this is the first time to harvest the seeds sown at the age of 4, and I am naturally excited. But it didn't reach the highest point. "I still have a long way to go in chess." I thought to myself. So, I study chess harder. Just entering junior high school, looking back: I have experienced many "harvest seasons". Looking at autumn scenery outside the window, I can't help but think of my past progress; Looking to the future: I believe that success must belong to those who work hard. And I, I believe, must be the one who wants to succeed. Chess, how many happy moments and unforgettable memories you let me have. Chess, nice to meet you!