I am a very introverted person, and I take many things to heart. Just because I met you, I love to laugh, which makes me feel that laughter is the most beautiful thing in the world. Because you told me to laugh bravely.
I remember when I first started school, I came to a strange school and looked at so many new faces and so many strange smiles. I chose silence. As the saying goes, silence is golden. I was sitting alone in the corner, and you came slowly and greeted me with a sunny smile on your face, but I didn't give much face and continued not to talk. She is still smiling. After a while, she said, "Don't you like making friends with me? What have I done to make you unhappy? "
No, no.
In this way, she slowly opened my heart.
She then said to me, "In that case, you should smile at your friends." .
"I ..." Feel the warmth approaching me.
"You know, when you laugh, you will not only feel happy for yourself, but also make others feel happy. Life is like a mirror. If you smile at it, it will smile back at you. If you cry to him, he will cry to you. Now, take the courage to introduce yourself to your friends and remember to smile! "
I thought to myself, "Do I have to do this all the time? Have you never had the courage to face it? Am I scared? No, I don't want it. Why can't I do what others can do? "
I will. I firmly said this sentence, and I really want to make the weight in my heart disappear.
In this way, I face her with a smile and sincerely face her, which makes me happy and confident. I believe in Confucius' famous saying, "In a threesome, there must be a teacher". I feel warm in my heart and become less introverted. Because of you, I share my sadness when I am sad, laugh with me when I am happy, and give me guidance when I am confused. A thousand words can be translated into one sentence: thank you, I love you. "
Love is around. Thank you for warming my heart.
2. Because I just met you, because I just met you.
Among thousands of people, meet the person you want to meet.
At the beginning, I used this sentence to enter the campus in ignorance. Finally, I also used this sentence to walk out of the campus with a clear head.
When the years are quiet, when it is warm and cold, make a pot of new tea in spring. When your happy smile ripples in the tea, drink it all at once, and your lips and teeth remain fragrant. When it's raining, the ink turns red and blue, and when it's gathering and dispersing, it's another taste to savor the tea fragrance.
In the old age, find a guqin, dust it off, sit cross-legged, put it on your knees and let it flow. With a heavy heart, find a bosom friend, make friends with stones, and do whatever you want with flowers and plants. Find a violet under the Tathagata seat, respect the teacher and point out the maze.
Laugh at the spider in front of the Buddhist temple. When will you realize that people grow up in sorrow and joy and be strong in sorrow and joy?
So when cicadas were singing birds and insects were singing, the willows were still lush, so I met a teacher and a student, who I quarreled with for three years and confided in.
The banquet is over, and it is fate to meet for three years, and it is inseparable to leave for three years. My sadness, joy and joy have been soaked in the classroom for three years. I tried to fish it out, but it was fruitless. I thought how happy junior high school life would be after many years. So I chose to save this memory carefully and wait for the next day.
A group of girls giggled and established the most sincere and pure friendship in the stairwell to and from the playground. Yi, you smile beautifully. The radian of your smile is enough to roll into three thousand peach blossoms, and there are two pink clouds on your cheeks. If you look like a peach blossom, your beauty lies in your sincerity, purity and belonging to nature. A smile without dust is the most charming.
I am not you, I don't understand you, I am not you, but I am myself. I can feel the temperature of your palm, your slightly wrinkled brow when you are nervous, your slightly red cheeks when you are slightly angry, and your inner perseverance when you are five laps.
I often think that when we meet again after a long separation, I feel happy when you smile like a flower and veil my wrist. I'm also worried that if I stop at the bulletin board on purpose, you will stick your head out of the door frame and say "you won't go". I can feel it, I am smiling, and my heart is smiling. Uncontrollable joy.
I happened to meet you. Neither too early nor too late. I just happened to meet you, not in a hurry, just thinking of you.
—— Inscription on the edge of the clear spring stone, beating roses with water; In the twilight outside the curtain, the frosted window flowers bloom quietly; Where the sky meets the sea, the light shines on the water, which is lively and playful. In this mood, I remember you gently, but I desperately escape from you in my memory.
Fortunately, I just remember your back, so please smile at me secretly. I am pale and powerless, and I still have a deep and heavy memory, which is deeply accumulated in my mind and no longer flows through the years. Intellectual, persistent or lively, I am no longer the word you are looking for.
Then let the game-writing protocol dye the peach blossom, let a glass of wine run out, watch the wind come all night, watch the dead vines all night, and only seek loneliness and strength for your respect. Your last silence is a decoration I can't refuse.
If wine is not intoxicating, people will get drunk. I would rather get drunk and never wake up. A simple drunken remark shows your hesitation between laughter and courtesy. So you will never love me again.
I've been saying goodbye and don't want to send you away because I'm still extravagant. On the day we meet again, I will change my identity, my vision, you and me, and I will stand by you with equal status, intellectual breath and courage. No farewell, no memories, no feelings, no heart, you don't love me anymore.
The table was full of people, childhood friends, deep affection and brotherhood at the same table, and I was the only one who came back late. What is this? Forget each other across the table, you are full of cups, circulating in your mutual affection, and in what capacity should I tell you all kinds of things between you and me? Take a seat in turn and propose a toast. You gave me one last chance. It turned out to be so public. (article reading network:) birds can't fly over the sea, not because the sea is too wide, but because there is no waiting on the other side of the sea.
Why, in my mind is your unknown math problem, which is profound and unsolvable. Confused, you never looked at me again, and finally we came to an end.
I still remember that day, I cried and said I love you and told you that I didn't have the courage to love you. You just said calmly that anything will happen.
Many times, I love you as much as you think, waiting for you to love me. Three years, passing by, secretly looking at you in despair, I love you, deep and persistent back.
I thought you would love me as much as I do and protect me as you said. Now that I think about it, it's just my wishful thinking.
There is loneliness in your words, which I simply think is loneliness that I can understand. Unfortunately, it's just my misunderstanding after all.
Can you cry and tell about waiting at the dinner table? Can you be jealous at the dinner table and say you can only look at me? Can I drink it at the dinner table and leave you haughtily? Imagine the reality that can't be illuminated, just say a few words officially, and then, silently face the cups of wine around you and let the alcohol in your heart fly freely. You arranged all the people, but you ignored me and left you my gift.
You sent her, childhood friends, two little guesses. Should I drink? As drunk as a fiddler, how do you feel? I didn't leave quietly, but met someone who said that I came back from dinner and faced the oncoming people with a smile.
I am no longer the object you think of when you are lonely, and I will not let you meet in the corner of the campus or accompany you alone. I just chose to disappear, let me disappear on your roadside and let you disappear in my waiting; I just chose to forget, let myself forget that relationship, let myself forget those words; I just chose to die, let the heart that loves you die in the sun, and let the secret that misses you be exposed in the sun. The memory you gave me is very heavy, which is the weight I can't bear; The distance you gave me is very long and narrow, which is a gap that I can't cross. Then, let me walk the rest of the way alone.
When people come and go on campus, will they meet someone, silently waiting behind them, looking around and remembering, just seeking to spend the university quietly? Soak under the eaves of a book and draw a hibiscus paper umbrella. Don't wait, just ask your fingertips to pass by, and never cross my ink again.
I happened to meet you, but forgot you.
4. Did anyone happen to meet your composition "Because I just met you, my footprints are beautiful, and the wind blows away tears, because I don't want to be apart ..." I just met you at the moment when this song was played. Although everything in the world may meet, my meeting with you seems to be destiny takes a hand. Let me meet you at this moment.
The air is filled with faint fragrance, and this warm current hits the face and lingers in the nose for a long time. I walked alone on the forest path, surrounded by music, and my nose overflowed with fragrance. I walked on this quiet and charming forest path, savoring the essence of flowers and trees. There was a sudden gust of wind, and leaves rustled and young grass rustled. It is because of this wind that I met you who was covered up. Look carefully and smell it with your nose. So that's what you smell. When the wind is no longer strong, your figure is covered with grass. I parted a clump of grass with my hand, and now you are standing alone without any support, but the place where you bloom is deserted, which makes you unable to show your beauty in front of people and can only nest behind a clump of weeds. I touch you, but I find you are very weak, as if you were a fragile and delicate girl. I photographed your elegant gesture. Compared with other bright flowers, you have a simple and unique beauty. You only bloom for yourself, live for yourself, and live a unique self.
I squatted beside you and looked at you for a long time, as if to see through you. Although you are not the best in Qian Qian, you are the best in this forest and in my heart. Now, I am no longer addicted to gorgeous flowers and the essence of trees, but only to you. Although you are very young, you show your incomparable brilliance. I stood in the corner of the path with you, feeling the fresh air. ...
If I had walked faster, maybe I wouldn't have met you and seen your unique figure at this moment, but fate is such a coincidence. You surprised me and let me know that life doesn't have to be gorgeous. Just like you, you can bloom in a corner that nobody cares about, because you have a firm determination in your heart-to live for yourself. I will always keep the "surprise" you brought me in my heart. I feel very lucky because I met you. Because I met you, I have the same determination as you: stick to my original heart and live a different life.
The sunset is hanging in the sky, and I am humming that song. In front of this unique scenery and unique place, leave me to you. I will remember this time, I met you by chance, because it brought me unexpected surprises. I am humming a ditty, walking in the sunset, casting my own shadow, and there is a you. ...
I happened to meet you early in the morning, and the noise on campus was clearly visible. Looking for noisy voices, I found a group of girls chatting, just like ordinary high school students, chatting while playing.
Suddenly, a boy who looks like a literary youth came over and the girls passed by him, but one of the girls suddenly froze, her eyes widened, as if she had met the only thrill. The boy passed by her like a shining girl, and the girl looked back at the boy and didn't know what to do.
When the bell rang, the teacher stood on the platform, followed by a boy. After listening to the teacher's introduction, I realized that he was a transfer student "Che Xiao" and a girl who just passed by "Xiaozi". When I saw Che Xiao, I thought, "So you are a transfer student!" .
Not long after, Che Xiao went to the seat next to her and sat down. The first thing she said to him was: "You were the little artist that morning!" "
Che Xiao looked at her with a frown: "I met her downstairs! We really have a destiny! You can ask me anything in the future! " Che Xiao smiled and nodded to her.
A year later, their relationship is getting better and better, which seems more like love than friendship. Violet is like a close friend to him, but in her heart, no one can compare with her. Recently, however, Che Xiao wanted to confess to her. Finally, he made a move. Che Xiao asked Xiaozi if she wanted to go to the movies, and she agreed.
Che Xiao confessed to Xiao Zi in the cinema, and Xiao Zi blushed at once. She put her head on Che Xiao's shoulder, shook hands with him and agreed with Che Xiao's confession.
Their relationship is only because they passed each other on campus. Meeting is really fate. Without it, maybe we won't meet.
6. Write a composition on the topic of "Meeting", and we have met since we were born. Meeting is the fate between people, building a heart bridge and pulling the strings. And a flower, in the foggy air, appreciates its graceful appearance; And an article, in the complicated world of mortals, appreciates its beauty; And a confidant, in the vast sea of people, exchange each other's joys and sorrows; And a noble person who supported me when I was at a loss. These wonderful encounters have enriched my feelings and woven a colorful life. -Please write a composition on the topic of beautiful meeting. Composition In that monotonous time when there was only black and white, I met them, a group of women who decorated their lives with dreams, a group of writers who told their hearts with words, and a group of people who described their fantasies with images, so pure feelings flowed from these people's fingers like crystals. Know Qiong Yao
I grew up in the Qiong Yao era, although some people dismissed it, but I didn't mean to explain it and never took it to heart. Qiong Yao's novels often regard true love as the ultimate goal of the world. Such values affect integrity and enthusiasm, and the post-70 s who pursue free love also meet people's expectations for ideal life, such as me. In three years of high school, I almost finished reading all Qiong Yao's works. From sunset to colorful clouds, Qiong Yao's works constructed my youth background in the 1980s. So I stubbornly believe that the girl's long hair is fluttering, wearing a white skirt, walking gracefully in the wind, and the boy's face is full of sunshine. Their love began with an encounter, and all the romantic details were more perfect against the backdrop of a paradise-like place. So all the boys in that era had knots, and I planted my first understanding of love in that dreamy era.
In the Qiong Yao era, there was always beauty and warmth. Even if the world is covered with dust, there is still a soft wait in my heart.
Know Sanmao
I like Sanmao, a woman who is soft on the outside and hard on the inside, and she is somewhat similar to me. Sanmao is unruly, just like the sand in the Sahara, coming with the wind. It is difficult to control her direction when blowing in the wind. Sanmao's works are full of expressive colors. Whether it is a novel or an essay, her pen tip is always full of emotion, with the tenderness, gentleness and delicacy peculiar to a female writer. I like a dream and a few flowers fall best. When I was in college, I read her works on the school radio station. Many schoolmates don't believe that a freshman in Chinese Department can truly interpret Sanmao's inner pain and struggle. I remember my writing instructor Ding often said that I was the most beautiful flower in the Chinese Department. Most people who love Sanmao are crazy and unruly, and they also long for Sanmao-style life, snuggling up to Jose's heart in their own hearts. However, San Mao also assimilated death into desolation. 199 1, 1 4 in the early morning, Sanmao left a lasting impression on me, and I loved her decisively and her words. The wonderful flower that bloomed tenaciously in the Sahara Desert still falls in my unforgettable dream. ...
That elegant woman, that free and easy woman, that true love woman, that romantic woman who lives a wonderful life; Her true feelings are touching and beautiful. She passed away, and my tears commemorate my innocence.
Meet Xiaohong
I have seen Xiao Hong's photos again and again. She has the unique beauty of women in the Republic of China, but it is not particularly beautiful. I have always felt that her face has a tough outline and a bitter and supple expression. She is a bad person, and her life has been ups and downs. However, she was born to write.
There is a large row of works by modern women writers in China on the bookshelf, and it is not easy for Xiao Hong to stand among them. In terms of literary quality, she is more powerful than Bing Xin and purer than Ding Ling. Compared with Zhang Ailing's cold rationality, Xiao Hong has warm compassion.
I met Xiao Hong. In the library of Soviet University, I read The Little Red Army (Xiao Hong, Xiao Jun), her famous work Life and Death Field, and The Biography of Hulan River, especially the latter.
In Xiao Hong's pen, how beautiful the world of Hulan River is! "The clouds in the sky, burning from west to east, are red, as if the sky were on fire." And the river lantern on the water, so charming. "The light shines faintly on the river, and the moon in the sky jumps on the water." What fascinates me most is her description of the back garden, which is almost everywhere. "Cucumber, eggplant, corn, kidney bean, wax gourd, watermelon, tomato and pumpkin are covered with vines." "Blue-green, purple-purple", "red-green, deep and shallow". Of course, the most interesting thing is her grandfather. The years she spent in the garden with her grandfather were really enviable. Learn poetry from grandpa, you can shout over and over again until the roof is going to break; Let grandpa fish the duck out of the well and cook it, shouting "this duck is delicious"; Put a bouquet of fragrant roses on my grandfather's head and "roll on the kang with laughter" ... what an interesting childhood, what an interesting grandfather! In the novel Biography of Hulan River, Xiao Hong hardly mentions her own misfortune, and "never licks her wounds to touch others". Every scene in the third chapter of Hulan River Biography is a beautiful poem. I can recite these words that deeply intoxicate me. Every time I come to this moment, I will think of my childhood, my hometown and my dear grandfather. My eyes were moist at that moment.
The Biography of Hulan River is clear, vast and clear. From these poetic descriptions, I can realize Xiao Hong's attachment to nature and her hometown. She describes human emotions, those sentimentality and joy, and everyone's hometown complex by describing nature.
7. There are many wonderful encounters in the composition "Life" with the theme of meeting: Chinese has life because it meets people; Man has a soul because he meets language. Du Mu "met" the frosty maple forest in the forest surrounded by white clouds, and sang the eternal quatrain: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frosty leaves are red in February". For example, the melody that warms the heart makes the most beautiful scenery. On the road of life, there will always be some "encounters" that warm your heart and make you moved again and again. Write down this exciting "encounter" in words. Requirements: According to your understanding of the material, write an article from your own point of view on the topic of "Encounter". The first draft meets fish, so you can live freely because you meet water, and water becomes more energetic because you meet fish; The bird jumped with joy when it saw the sky. When they meet birds, the sky is beautiful and colorful. When I met you, I was also bathed in the unique sunshine. I see your brow furrowed, as if there is no key to open it. I quickly turned my eyes away and stared at my toes tightly. "Do you think you have studied hard recently?" As you said, you slapped the test paper on the table and it fell at my feet like an innocent child. The bright red color of the score stung my eyes, and I quickly closed my eyes. Your hand fell heavily on my head, and my tears poured down like a waterfall. "Crying, how dare you cry!" I closed my mouth at once and didn't even dare to whine. You're sitting in a chair panting. Suddenly I thought of an article by Bi Shumin, who said that she never used tools to hit children, but used her hands to suffer with them. I think you should be as painful as me, maybe more painful than me. You started talking again, but the smell of gunpowder in the statement was less pungent: "Did you pay? If you don't do what you have to do, there will be retribution. Who can you blame? You can only blame yourself! " I suddenly nodded, trying not to cry. Later, you let me out of the room without saying anything. After a while, you come with the test paper and start to analyze it slowly. I secretly made up my mind that I must do well in the next exam. I sat in my seat, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the test paper. When it floated in front of me like a white fairy, the bright red flowers on her skirt caught my eye and I got the score you wanted. That bright red score shines on me like a bright red sun. I just bathed in this sunshine with my efforts, but you taught me this. You are like water, let me live freely, you miss the sky and hug me with a broad mind. My dear father, like the sun, you taught me to grow and give, and let me bathe in that unique sunshine.
Please write a 500-word composition on the topic of "Meeting You". As time goes by, I will recall the past bit by bit. If I meet you in heaven, do you remember who I am? If I meet you in heaven, will you be the same as before? I must be strong, but I can't. I do not belong here. I only belong to this world.
If I meet you in heaven, will you hold my hand? If I meet you in heaven, will you help me to be strong? I want to find the way from night to day because I know I want to find you. Please take me away, I believe there will be peace in heaven.
Please take me away, I know there are no more tears in heaven. If I meet you in heaven, do you remember who I am? If I meet you in heaven, will you be the same as before? I must be strong, but I can't. I do not belong here. I only belong to you.
If I meet you in heaven, will you hold my hand? If I meet you in heaven, will you help me to be strong? I want to find the way from night to day because I know I want to find you. Please take me away, I believe there will be peace in heaven.
Please take me away, I know there are no more tears in heaven. ………。
9. Although I remember each other, I don't regret meeting. Regardless of the past, present and future. If one day I lose my memory after separation, I also pray to God to keep the moment when each of us met. Because I don't want to lose the beauty of the moment we met.
In the scene where the melodious flute passes through the iris, Liu Che meets Gillian. At that moment, like countless flying flowers leaping, there was a ripple in the girl's clear eyes. I've always liked this scene, too beautiful and naive, without any distractions. This is a unique beauty. This kind of beauty can only be left to those who meet. The encounter between Wang Xianzhi and his concubine, Taoye, was mixed with such beauty.
I often wonder, if one day I lose my memory, will I forget my relatives and friends? What's it like to lose everything and have nothing to rely on? Maybe, I will pray, but I must keep the memory of meeting everyone when I lost everything. Meeting is the beginning of a story and a short period of life. Meeting is better.
Maybe, I will meet you sometime in the future. One rainy morning, on the wet bluestone road. What kind of morning will it be? On the bluestone road, the loose soil between the stones still exudes the fragrance of rain, leaving a series of mottled footprints on the sparse pedestrian road. The rain on the tree drips down into the pit, diluting the mark ... You come from the opposite side with that faint smile on your face and soft eyes, and you gently touch the peony flowers on the roadside, just like this. I may be smiling, or surprised, expecting and silently welcoming such a scene.
There will always be endless memories afterwards, so it is better to start with a bright or beautiful beginning. Sometimes, we may stand at the window and look at the peony flowers, recalling the past or looking forward to the future meeting, while naturally ignoring the process that may make people sigh.
That's because meeting is a beauty.
That's because, even if we have memories, we don't regret meeting!