Chapter 1: Unforgettable Meeting Composition 800 words Excellent We will meet many people in our life. These people may be our friends, parents or teachers. Although their identities are different, these people often have a far-reaching impact on us.
I didn't know you until sixth grade. First of all, I am very grateful to you for waiting so long and finally appearing in my life; Secondly, I regret why you, such a good man and such a good personality, didn't meet me earlier. Since it's not up to us, we won't haggle over every ounce. It is the most important thing to cherish from now on.
It was strange that day, and we became deskmates by mistake. On the first day, I felt particularly helpless. You don't talk to me or learn from me, but when the teacher pointed at me and said any derogatory words, a serious look appeared on your childish face, your bright eyes gathered on me, and finally quietly said, "That's you!" " ..... At the thought of sitting at the same table with you for a month, I can't despair any more.
Later, I gradually became familiar with what you said. I'm used to it. Even if you satirize me seriously sometimes, I know it must be your exaggerated joke. All the actions were swallowed up by the "forgiveness" I gave you. The teacher said you were cute, but I never thought so. It's just that you have a naughty and naive feeling that ordinary people don't have.
From the past to the present, I often lie prone on my desk and beg you to teach me to do problems. You have a clear mind and quick reaction. It must be because of my slow response that you have to slow down and tell me the topic patiently. Nevertheless, I don't understand a particularly difficult question. But time flies, we began to run in, and gradually I got to know you, and your tiny problems can be discovered by me. When our last week at the same table comes, I cherish every second with you more and more. From the initial surprise and disgust to the later "habit" until the moment I left, I was a little reluctant.
With this emotion, we passed another exam, and my grades were excellent, which was envied by many people. But no one knows, I just bet you who did better in the exam. Although your grades are not ideal, I am indifferent to those who want to comfort you, because I am afraid that if I don't help you in time, it will be worse.
In the end, even if I didn't give up, I parted ways. But I really hope you can make a comeback and live up to your cleverness for your faith. I sincerely thank you for coming into my life I will learn from your indomitable and persistent spirit, as well as your innocence in this world, plus your super beautiful font ... Thanks again, nice to meet you.
Chapter 2: Unforgettable Meeting Composition 800 words Wonderful time flies like water. In the course of our life, there will always be some passers-by, some books we read by chance, which add a few rays of brilliance to the plain life, which is clear at a glance.
During the period before the middle school entrance examination, we experienced mock exams again and again, and our results were always unsatisfactory. I can't remember how many times tears blurred my eyes, and my confidence and endurance were about to run out. In this case, the last mock exam was still unsatisfactory and became the last straw to crush my psychological defense.
I feel confused. This is the first time that I feel at a loss when I am young, just like a vast white fog in front of me, with no direction and no companions. Although I know that white fog is my long-sought goal, I can't touch it. "Why? Why? " With such self-questioning, a seed named "giving up" has also grown rapidly in my heart.
There were only three days before the senior high school entrance examination. We had a holiday and reviewed at home, but we didn't learn much. The seed kept telling me, "If you can't get into high school, there is another way out. There will always be a way. " At that time, I always liked to look at the problem with this wrong mentality: "Give up, there will always be a way." Putting down the textbooks and test questions, I picked up the extracurricular books that had been put away for a long time. That is a book with great irony and philosophy, called xx. I read it easily, but there is a sentence that puzzles me: "The darkness before dawn is the strongest night." After reading it again and again, I feel how reasonable this humble sentence is: "When you do something, it is the closest time to collapse and the beginning of a turning point. Stick to the past and the light will come soon. "
I suddenly woke up from my confusion. Think of a sentence "now is good" and live in the present! People should live in the present, do a good job in the present, not be ashamed of the past, not worry about the future, and write a wonderful present with persistence and efforts. There is no simple road in the world, as Bing Xin said: a successful flower is only admired by its present brilliance. However, the first bud was soaked with tears of struggle and splashed with blood and rain of sacrifice. These feelings are like bright light in spring and warm wind in the mountains, which fills me with clarity.
I hurry up, there are two days left, maybe enough, definitely enough. I have read the key points, test sites and test questions. I walked into the examination room with trepidation, and then walked out of the examination room after the exam. I don't remember how the exam process was spent and how the answer was written. I only remember the word "persistence" in my mind.
Now, sitting in the classroom of high school, I am grateful for the magical encounter with that book and that sentence. The night is no thicker than the darkness before dawn. Getting through this darkness is a brand-new and infinitely wonderful new day.
Unforgettable Meeting Composition 800 words Excellent and huge campus, countless umbrellas are flying, but the people below are too lazy to look at me. I'm like an island, surrounded by boats, but it's too cold to talk about-let the boat take me away from loneliness. At this time, an elegant umbrella, like a white lotus accidentally dropped from the sleeve of the nine-day fairy, curled up and floated.
A quiet face appeared under the lotus, and she put on her monotonous school uniform. I looked at her and plucked up my courage for no reason; "Classmate, that ..." But still embarrassed. Her eyes lit up: "Do you want to borrow an umbrella? Let me go with you. " Her voice was soft and slow, like a silk horse, and she accepted my timid plea. I nodded and looked at her gratefully. Finally, I left the island.
The rain has diluted the initial melancholy, but it is warm to watch it drop by drop on me. "What's your name?" I can't help asking. Her school card was memorized. She just smiled and didn't answer. There is something "inscrutable" in his eyes. A flashing fireworks was destroyed in our eye contact, which is very bright, which is an unspeakable tacit understanding. I smiled gently. "Do you like school? I am not used to space. " I asked. "Me too, but it's beautiful, isn't it?" Answer irrelevant questions. "Beauty, where?" She smiled at Shulang, with sly eyes, and landed in a place: "There." .
My eyes turned and were occupied by the blue and clear light that day. Coniferous trees, with raindrops, reflect dazzling and proud awns. It has just cleared up, and gray-blue clouds are blooming. There is only a crack in the sun, and it is already golden yellow. She looked at the campus with satisfaction. I couldn't help squinting, only to see the sun in the puddle is free and easy, and the rain is clear. Take a deep breath, the nose is full of the smell of trees and the smell of soil after rain. She closed her eyes with a little smile. All along, her mouth was hung with a cool and beautiful smile, and her arms were full of sleeves in the wind, so free and easy, so cool and clear. Now the campus is just beautiful, I woke up.
She is so calm, that kind of inner peace is definitely owned by people with capital. "I feel very lucky to meet you today." I said. She glanced at me and waved goodbye. Meeting is fate, so why ask the source? Turn around. Both of them are very relaxed. A beautiful encounter, no intersection.
I can't forget the days when I first entered school. I met a rain, met a beautiful girl, opened my heart and ushered in my formal campus life.
Chapter 4: Unforgettable Meeting Composition 800 words Youqiu, she came from the cool breeze, carrying golden dreams; In autumn, she blooms in the comb of the threshold chrysanthemum and gently spits out a wisp of lover's fragrance; In autumn, she smiles at the dawn of rain and frost, and her heart breaks when it is cold.
Leaning against the window, autumn leaves fall wildly. Looking at the distance, lamenting and complaining, hiding in the sadness of green red, condensed into the twilight of thousands of miles, and the fragrance of wine all over the sky, turned into darkness. Even though there are many kinds of amorous feelings, who do you talk about loneliness with, or watch the rain gather clouds and watch Qiu Guang's melancholy quietly? Liu Yong's unruly pride is still hidden under the shabby gown, but it is clearly in tears, and he has changed to shallow singing! Love is sad in autumn, and in the last autumn, only endless sighs linger in the rolling years of autumn.
Scattered between the lines of poetry, attractive ink sprays a different style. Big waves wash sand, two rows of autumn geese fly in pairs, playing in the rain, the sea and sky are vast, the distance is far away, and the autumn water has stirred up many ambitions. The strange fishing boat outside Qinhuangdao was drowned in Mao Zedong's pride. Who is the heart of a strong person open to? He once lamented the hero when he was drunk, and he was willing to lie on the battlefield drunk and laugh at the current situation. Now in autumn, I can't help writing poems to express my feelings, drinking and singing, and saying that "the bleak autumn wind has come again and changed the world" is so comfortable and free.
Roll up the curtain to look at the moon, play with swords and make songs, and their thoughts and feelings turn into immortal poems, nourishing one reed flower and flying white. Jade-bead-like words shed the infinite charm of autumn from the poet's pen. When he met Qiu, Liu Yongkong sighed for thousands of miles in clear autumn and thought long. Cicadas sing and grass withers, autumn is as beautiful as butterflies, and it is as quiet as running water. Meeting with autumn, Mao Zedong's grandiloquence surprised his dream: the annual autumn wind is strong, unlike spring. Better than spring. That Wan Li frost in Jiangcheng, and how much ambition!
Autumn is to harvest the fruits of golden dreams, to smell the fragrance of a secluded person, and to feel lonely and sad in cold days. The encounter with autumn is because of the dream to be painted in our hearts.
Chapter 5: Unforgettable Encounter After studying 800 words, I caught a glimpse of the corner of the metal desk. I saw that the copper wire was thick, complicated and natural. I can't help but think of my hands trembling in the cold wind and being trampled red by wires.
The temple fair was crowded, and almost every booth was crowded with people. But in the street, an old man who was immersed in his own work seemed extremely deserted in front of the booth. His eyes were half closed, and he took a long breath, holding thin silk in one hand and thick silk in the other. Suddenly, he quickly wound the wire. I seem to see red butterflies dancing in the golden sea of flowers. In the blink of an eye, a wheel was already in his hand. After a while, another wheel was ready. Looking again, a small bike has appeared in front of us. What a subtle skill this is! How many years did he practice to reach this level?
I hurried forward and offered to buy the bike he had just finished. His gray hair was messed up by the cold wind and wrapped in a military green coat with patches everywhere. A pair of hands, a pair of weather-beaten hands exposed outside, flushed with cold by the howling cold wind, with red marks on them, which is clearly evidence that he has been making jewelry for many years. He handed me the bike, waited for a while and looked at the popularity of the plastic booth next to him with bitter taste. He told me that I should have been farming in the central region, but I learned this craft from my master when I was young. Decades have passed in an instant, and now there are not many people who want to learn. After all, no matter how good and fast it is, it can't compare with the machines in the factory. Then why are you still in this business?
When you are old, you can do it every day, and you can always watch this craft for a few more years. He said. There is sadness in his eyes, but more is that persistence. I suddenly feel that this look seems to have been seen somewhere. Oh! That's the look in the eyes of the descendants of Huoyinhua when they talk about their children's unwillingness to pass on their skills, and also when they talk about the skills that have been passed down for hundreds of years but will decline.
They didn't, but chose to stick to it. My meeting with him showed me that the old craftsman inherited and adhered to the tradition. They deserve respect.
Chapter VI: Unforgettable Encounter The excellent poem "The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried in the coming night" has touched many people's hearts, and this touch stems from Li Shangyin's love for the sunset. But the recent encounter with the sunset also made me daydream about the sunset. Sunset, such a broken sun, touched my heart from that moment.
On Friday, the happy bell rang, and all the students cheered, took up their schoolbags and prepared to go home. I can't lie on the table and I don't want to move. Why? For an English test paper that makes me feel ashamed, and for me to be speechless in the face of the teacher's 86 points. I wanted to reflect for a while, but I was kicked out of the classroom by the labor Committee on the grounds of mopping the floor. Standing in the corridor, still lying on the railing. Tears have come out, I just asked myself a thousand times why I was so careless. I am eager, eager for God to give me a dose of "regret medicine" and let me take the exam again. Look up at your favorite blue sky. In a flash, this casual look made me find a small beam of sunshine on the old tree next to the canteen, and I followed that beam of light to find the light source. This is the sunset, this is the sunset in the west. This kind of scenery is rare. An old tree, with no green leaves, has a red sun at its top. The setting sun dyed the light blue sky dark red. When I was still immersed in such beautiful scenery, I looked up again. Why did the sun become half? I didn't want to enjoy the sunset for half a day, so I ran to the third floor, grabbed the railing and caught a glimpse of her beauty. Perhaps it is this rare beauty that makes me have to put my unhappiness and loss aside for the time being. When I saw the complete sun again, I actually smiled happily. Looking at the beautiful sunset, my mind suddenly flashed a series of doubts: why did today pass so casually? What will happen tomorrow? Will there be such a pleasant sunset?
However, after a while, I realized that we were unknown masters. What will happen tomorrow is up to its owner. It is an eternal fact that the sun rises and the sun sets. I don't care whether there will be a sunrise or a sunset tomorrow, as long as there is a sun in your heart. Similarly: I don't care if you give up halfway, as long as you have a belief in your heart. When the tears are dry, it is always useless to fantasize about the sky. Only by constantly summing up experience and sharpening our will in the recovery of mountains and rivers can we wait for the joy of a bright future with peace of mind.
Unconsciously, the sunset no longer exists, and only a crooked figure is left in the quiet campus, slowly disappearing into this passing sunset. ...
Chapter 7: Unforgettable Encounter Composition 800 Excellent encounters are the beauty of casual encounters, with beautiful ripples in each other's hearts, just like cool streams in the mountains; The warm breeze of the ancient city; Bright sunshine in spring. Meeting is unintentional, and it seems to be destiny takes a hand, which is unclear and unclear. Meeting is fate, knowing each other is fate.
In the old days, I once met Jiangnan, a gentle town praised by many poets as the same. I like its simplicity, introversion and subtle ethnic customs.
"Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar." The first time I saw Jiangnan Watertown, I fell in love with its unique charm. I like the meaning of Jiangnan bluestone; Like the tenderness of Jiangnan architecture; I like the pink and tender willow green in Jiangnan; I like the elegance of Jiangnan stone bridge. Originally, I didn't like rain, but on rainy nights, Jiang Nanyu was dense, stone bridges stood tall, and green branches were misty, which made me fascinated by the bluestone tablets dyed red by rain. I couldn't help reciting Bai Juyi's words, "The water is beautiful, and I lean back on the kiosk window." Spring Breeze people don't understand Jiang Nanyu, and laugh at the poem "Looking for a guest in a rainy lane". It is so warm and beautiful to meet the nostalgic and quaint Jiangnan water town.
Accidental encounter is another chance encounter between Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, a great talent in Han Dynasty, at Zhuo's banquet. At the banquet, Sima Xiangru was invited to play a song to entertain. Sima Xiangru, who had long heard of Wen Jun's fame, boldly played Phoenix Begging for Phoenix to convey his love. Exquisite piano skills won the favor of everyone, and Zhuo Wenjun, who was listening to music through the curtain, fell in love with Wen Jun and became a pair of lovers who have been told from ancient times to the present.
When I met a talented woman Li Qingzhao in a poem? I fell in love with the beauty and elegance in her poem: "The lotus root is fragrant with jade." Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the wild goose returned, and the West Building will be full in the next month "; I fell in love with the tenderness in her bones: "Flowers from Shui Piao to water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to get rid of this situation. You can only frown and take it to heart. "
We are in the golden age of youth, and the beauty of youth lies in its innocence, vitality and sunshine. In those years in Zhao Hua, perhaps, you also had that kind of touching and joyful experience.
Meeting, no agreement, no waiting, and it seems to be an invisible arrangement, everything is so wonderful.
There will be many encounters in life, but not many unforgettable ones. I think, if you are lucky enough, you will meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is neither a step earlier nor a step later. When we meet, we can only say "Oh, are you there?"
I wish you a warm encounter in the world of mortals, career, love, friendship and favorite scenery at the corner of life. Intercept the beautiful scene, fold it into a boat and swim in the picturesque heart.
Chapter 8: Unforgettable Encounter Composition 800 There are always various encounters in the excellent world, which may be a glimpse of walking on the street and inadvertently confusing the heart; It may be the meeting of the coffee shop on the corner, which makes people feel happy; Maybe it was that summer that we met. Every encounter is the beginning of a beautiful story.
I once came across a book. The two characters in the book are hostile, with different identities and positions, and their memories have been sealed twice. But in any case, they still rely on strong intuition to successfully find each other, defeat the enemy and return to the world. I don't know what kind of power can make them get rid of psychological hints, overcome many difficulties and destroy enemy strongholds.
A sentence in the book left a deep impression on me. "Everything here has a beginning and an end, but it can accommodate all the unexpected encounters after a long separation." In this paper, the world they live in is not real, and they decide to risk their lives to destroy the world made up of institutions. Later, they succeeded, and returned to the real world where the wind met the mountain and the ship docked, and returned to their hometown. This story tells me that in the face of difficulties, don't be confused, but with firm confidence, cross the rubicon, in order to overcome difficulties.
I also met another book. The protagonist in the book is a lawyer. In order to pursue a case more than ten years ago, he did not hesitate to remain anonymous, just for one day, the case could be revealed. There is a supporting actress in the book who has been pursuing this case alone for more than ten years, thinking that she has no companion and is facing a powerful enemy. Even so, she didn't give up the investigation. Tears welled up in her eyes when she found that others were also investigating the case. Yes, some people carry loads for 30 years, some people are in cages, and some people walk in the dark for a long time. Fortunately, there are always stars to clear the way in the world, so thorns are everywhere in glad you came. Outside the window, the wilderness is silent and the long forest is undulating. The night is endless, as if there are many things that are difficult to estimate and cut. However, the stars grow overhead, and I don't know how many light-years away the planetary belt crosses the sky, like an endless river shining with light, where the stars meet. Just like there are always some roads in this world, when you set foot on them, you will know that you will never be alone. So I believe that under justice, justice is immortal.
Through a book, I remembered such a sentence: "Being in harmony, being in Taoyuan". It means: Even if you are in endless hell, as long as you have persistence and hope in your heart, you will not be affected by the external environment, and your heart will remain peaceful and quiet, just like being in Taoyuan Wonderland. At that time, the protagonist was spurned by thousands of people and still did not change his desire to help the world. I decided to learn from him. No matter how complicated and changeable the outside world is, I will stick to my true heart without losing my morality and heart.
The world is still moving forward slowly in the long-term affection, so time runs fast, which can witness that all eternity and immortality in the long years began with an encounter.
Chapter 9: Unforgettable Encounter Composition 800 words Walking in the country road is cool, comfortable and cozy. A breeze blew, blowing up ancient trees, awakening insects and birds, igniting a corner of the sky and giving the earth gorgeous colors.
To my surprise, there are dozens of morning glory hidden in the messy weeds. They are simple, elegant and upright, as if waiting for a person's arrival.
Suddenly, I vaguely heard a warm folk song coming from the end of the road. I quickly followed the sound and looked out. In the early morning sunshine, a battery car bumped the body and slowly came into my sight. However, it didn't open all the time, but stopped at a trash can not far away.
An old man jumped out of the car, moved his neighbor's garbage can to the car, and skillfully put a brand-new clean garbage can there. And that loud folk song was uploaded from the loudspeaker in front of the car. The old man hummed a tune while working, and the air was filled with joy.
Maybe I was so involved in labor and music that the old man didn't notice me. After he cleaned up quickly, he stepped into the car and walked slowly with the breeze. The music drifted away and disappeared into the morning glow. Looking back, it seems that there are several morning glory plants on the roadside, which were awakened by the old man's music.
Thanks to the old man, I studied the morning glory again. Although it is in the weeds, it can't be covered up at all.
The stamens of morning glory are white, and countless stamens gather in a bunch, just like incandescent lamps and astigmatism flashlights. The flame is dazzling and gorgeous. Its corolla is like a funnel and a trumpet. Each flower has only one petal, and each petal is a trumpet, which is as warm and open as blowing a trumpet in the sky. Its vines are light green, thin and long, and look like green ribbons from a distance. As long as the vine touches something, it will keep climbing and never shrink back.
I laughed at them and they grinned at me. There were dozens of flowers, but it was midsummer. Although in the wilderness, but the heart is bright; Even if you are not optimistic, don't be surprised in the same place, and show your purest, brightest and most charming smile to the fullest.
In a trance, I saw the shadow of the old sanitation worker from the morning glory. They are all the same ordinary, the same in the harsh environment, the same will only come quietly in the morning, but they have played a chapter in life with a positive and optimistic attitude, adding a little insignificant but hard-to-find warmth to the world.
Morning glory, hand in hand, meet together, cling to each other in a short life course, and quietly reveal fragrance in the early morning of midsummer. The old man is one of them. It's just that he was born somewhere else. Every morning, he will come with his companions to create beauty and warmth for the world, which is eternal.