You once looked up at the blue sky and white clouds with deep affection. You said that the blue sky is a mirror, which makes your heart so pure; I used to enjoy myself in the embrace of green trees. I said that green trees are a partner and make my life full of fun. We have left footprints on this vast land, and we have all lived in such a beautiful environment. We have all felt that blue sky, white clouds, green trees and land always bring us happiness and hope!

With the passage of time, the blue sky has become a mirror that has not been polished for a long time, eclipsed and filthy; Green trees are like partners who are seriously ill, listless and painful; The land is like a festering root, scarred and riddled with dry sores. In my dream, you and I saw the blue sky, happy birds, beautiful trees and the vast land full of flowers in Ming Che. But after waking up, I can no longer find the colorful world in that dream, only see the dark sky, bare trees and the deserted desert.

So we came to Lijiang to look for the dream scene, the long-lost blue sky, white clouds, green trees and the earth. We are also looking for a good photography studio to keep this scenery that we can only see in our dreams. With the recommendation of our friends, LG and I chose a studio called Dianfeng Visual Photography. Sure enough, they lived up to our expectations and left us with these wonderful moments. 2. Ask for an essay entitled "Beautiful Encounter"

Beautiful Encounter

The autumn of that year accidentally shortened the tail of summer, and the residual temperature of summer was revealed from time to time under the hazy smoke. I am confused in the street, accompanied by people's hurried footsteps, my heart seems to be restless. City, traffic, mood, depressed. Xiao He Composition Network

Unconsciously, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and a cool breeze came. I gently raised my head. It was a plane tree that had experienced vicissitudes of life. The autumn wind blew the leaves up and blew out the heat of the tree. On the top of the tree is a vast sky, but under the tree is a hard ground. An old man lies peacefully on a cane chair, his eyelashes trembling, calm and leisurely. Xiaohe composition network

I can't help but step forward and look at the old man's knife-like wrinkles and silvery white hair in his ears. I am in a sad swamp and can't help but sigh that life is so short and flat.

Just as I was in a trance, a butterfly flew in. She glided across my cheek and shed a flash of brilliance. I looked at her directly, lamented her beauty and lamented her short life in early autumn. I secretly made a wish that she would find the most brilliant bonus in her life. Unexpectedly, she stopped on the old man's bun. Pouring bright orange, rendering the clouds in the sky, butterflies flapping their wings lightly, also flapping my heart. The wind blows gently and caresses my mottled tears. No one knows that I quietly intercepted the beautiful and beautiful streamer and hid it in the warm inner wall of the ventricle.

It's another autumn wind, and the evening wind blows the black hair in my ears. I can't help thinking that the old buttonwood and the flying butterfly met with them in the evening wind and turned into the lingering elegant piano sound, which has been with me ever since.

Dancing a beautiful scene, singing at dusk, leaning on the railing, I threw a stone into my heart, for nothing but to disturb that beautiful encounter. 3. Composition on the topic of encounter (about 6 words)

Encounter dusk

I like dusk.

At this time, I feel my heart has calmed down and the world is no longer so restless.

The sun quietly and slowly hid behind the mountain, for fear that the noise would affect the peace of the world, but her long thick red skirt was too elegant and graceful to fold in the western sky. The fading feeling adds mystery to the evening. It seems that people's fatigue of the day goes with her, and it seems that countless reverie in people's hearts comes with her.

I like the feeling that dusk brings me, and I like to walk in that feeling, especially in the spring dusk, walking in the field path, chasing the last ray of the sun at dusk, as if I could travel to paradise along that ray of ray; Walking in the Woods, the afterglow falls on the budding buds, giving the Woods a deep and shallow bright color. Birds fly and fall in the mottled light, talking and singing, which adds a little mystery to the quiet evening Woods. Walking at dusk again and again can always bring me different feelings and leave different impressions. One person, one thing and one thing can always stay in the deep memory, even for life. I want to ask: how are you now in my memory?

this is an unforgettable memory.

At dusk in Tomb-Sweeping Day last year, I strolled to the foot of a hill in the suburbs. The hillside was covered with pine and cypress trees, and the new green gave off a strong fragrance. I looked at the western sky in the evening, and then at the hillside. It was so quiet in front of me, only the spring breeze blew the sound of pine branches, so I began to go higher.

in the swaying of pine branches, I vaguely felt that there was a sound that was always caught in the wind. I stopped to make it clear. I finally recognized that it was a piece of music. I began to get curious and went away. I climbed the hillside for a while and saw the figure of a woman. In order not to disturb her, I crept around behind her and stopped at a place that was not easy for her to find. There is a big windbreaker hanging on the tree opposite her. Facing the windbreaker, she plays Chant with the violin again and again. I thought to myself, even the way to mourn my loved ones is so romantic! I stopped in the distance and couldn't help thinking, why did she repeat this song? Did you like it before your life in heaven? Is it asking the heavenly father to protect his loved ones? Is she mourning in it? I don't know when the music stopped in my reverie, but I found that she fell to the ground and fell in the cold wind while playing the piano. I hurried over to help her, who was in tears. I only felt that she was tired and soft, and her grief was heavy.

when she was a little calm, she took off her windbreaker, folded it and carried it in her backpack. I insisted on helping her with the violin and accompanied her down the mountain. It was already dark, and the forest path down the mountain was already deserted. We didn't say anything along the way, just nodded goodbye.

I don't know who the owner of that man's trench coat is. My father, lover or good friend don't have to ask. The grief is enough to witness the deep affection. I'm worried that she will get sick because she can't stand too much blow, and I'm even more worried that she will be devastated from now on.

after that, I can't help thinking of her occasionally when I stroll in the evening, thinking about how she is today. People are always like this. Once their curiosity is not satisfied, they will try their best. That's who I am. I went to that hillside pine Berlin several times, hoping to meet her again, but I didn't get it. My curiosity is so persistent that I hope that one day I will hear that melody again in this small mountain forest that leaves a memory.

two years have passed in a blink of an eye. Once I went to a gallery and saw an oil painting "The Music of the Kingdom at Dusk". In the Woods, a woman plays the violin, and a lady like her mother is singing with the sound of the piano. The afterglow of the sun rubbed on them and the tombstone in front of them. The whole picture is not depressed. I suddenly feel that this scene is so familiar. Suddenly I remembered, isn't this the scene I once met in Songberlin! Could it be that the author is her! I subconsciously looked around. A tall woman came up and asked, "Which one do you like?" My eyes lit up-that's her I met her in songberlin! The way she looked at me was a little puzzled. I pointed to "The Music of the Twilight Kingdom" and asked, "Who painted this picture?" "I painted them all." I know that because she was so sad, she didn't remember me. At this time, I can no longer find sadness in her expression, but I see her confident and happy. I was relieved of my worries. It turns out that this is a strong woman.

I have seen all her works, and every picture conveys positive and healthy thoughts and an optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life.

I firmly believe that she is a person who cherishes life. She created beauty for the world with such an attitude towards life. She is a beautiful person.

Although life is not satisfactory and the reality will give us an unexpected blow, if we choose a positive attitude towards life, life will become beautiful and the world will be full of sunshine because of the bright smiles. 4. Please write a composition on the topic of "The Beauty of Encounters" quickly. < P > I am glad to answer for the landlord. The following is the information: There are many encounters in life, but the beautiful encounter may be once or twice.

a beautiful encounter will always be in the setting sun and falling leaves, but my encounter with you is noisy, and I met you at that moment. Meeting you is accompanied by bitterness, pain and joy. When your wet and warm kiss falls on my forehead, we stare at each other and enjoy the sweetness and happiness of that moment.

time flows like running water, slowly flowing through your fingers, silently. You have become more mature, and I have become sensible.

I can't tell whether meeting and meeting are the same meaning, but I think meeting is full of expectation. Meeting is a term after meeting, and only a beautiful meeting will have a touching meeting. I will always choose the sunset when you are waiting for the encounter, and each other will enjoy your rich love in the messy and withered trees and in the setting sun.

People always grow up. When they grow up, they stand on their own stage and dance, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and become the most successful performers on the stage. With faith, and with your eternal love for me.

Walking hand in hand with you on the "stage" road, I found a few silver wires jumping between your black hair, which was particularly prominent. My heart suddenly shrank into stones, and I asked you about the source of the silver wire, trying to help you shovel the hair and uproot it, but you turned me down and said, "Time will pass, and you can't keep it; People will die, and you can't stop it. Just let it go, but make yourself happier. Although people are old, their hearts are young! " After listening to your gentle tone telling me what I think is your life truth, I feel that you are so great and pure white, and you will always be happy, just because you have a heart that will never grow old.

butterfly lovers's encounter is beautiful. Although the result of the encounter is tragedy, the butterfly in fly with me is eternal. The encounter between the wind and the clouds is ethereal, because the wind and the clouds can never go hand in hand, but that persistence is the kindness of God and will never be erased; My encounter with you is the wish and expectation of the other party. The result of the encounter is neither sadness nor catching up, but eternal, hand in hand, and life and death are inseparable. The encounter between a mother and every child is a gift from God, and so are you and me.

-------------. It all begins with romance and ends with mediocrity.

Looking back, all the past will always come to mind and become a landscape beside the road of life. Or strong, or light, or noisy, or quiet ... Accustomed to dull days, I like to leave two lines of dull footprints on my life track.

strong colors and noisy weather, but I prefer simple and elegant lightness and serenity. Meeting is such a scenery. Encounter is a brief reunion in life, or under a roadside tree, or in a drizzle, perhaps at a street stall.

the long-lost joy will always become quiet. God created people, so the sentimental world has joys and sorrows.

The joy of meeting by chance is always more beautiful than the feeling of waiting to meet. Perhaps the encounter will make the world more beautiful and casual.

Encounter is a memory, sweet and warm, or sad and frustrated. Life has been in a hurry for decades, and we will always seek a new beginning and end the old one in life.

Encounter is to open a bookmark of the past, and the barriers between thousands of days and nights will always disappear at the moment of encounter. All the past tastes will surge in my heart, mountains are vague, water is vague, dreams are vague, and feelings are vague.

Meeting is a reflection on the past and the future. Tell us how to give up and teach us how to cherish.

Maybe facing the real world, it will be difficult for us to grasp everything in front of us. Encounter may make us look at the world more clearly, look at ourselves, and enlighten our thinking.

It is like this that days pass through your fingers day by day, diluting colors and memories. Only when you meet like a firework in the night sky, maybe it is only a moment of glory, but it is also the most pleasant stroke in an ordinary day. 5. Meet beautiful composition

Meet beautiful and poetic.

reflecting the moon in the water and watching flowers in the fog. The waves dance, the sunset is picturesque, and you live near the water, and the sunset is sunset.

when the sun rises, the bamboo drops are clear, and it is like walking into a gallery. Picking up memories lightly, time goes by, singing books lightly with the pen of the mind, and playing gentle songs with the heartstrings.

I firmly believe that in every day, I will meet with beauty! -The inscription is beautiful and has an extraordinary artistic conception. Like colored yarn as light as mist, it has a quaint charm, and my fingertips are wrapped around my persistent pursuit of life.

I want to stop under the beautiful colorful flower umbrella and meet with the colorful flowers and Tingting's beauty. When spring returns to the earth, everything is restored, the willows on the embankment spit green, the peach blossoms fight for charm, time becomes poetry, and a fragrant breath overflows in the air.

the fingers are soft and fragrant, warm and breezy. The grass is covered with grass, and the spring breeze meets beauty. Beauty comes as scheduled, and happiness is so warm.

In the evening of midsummer, walking on the willow-smoking path, enjoying the last brilliant ray of the sunset, stroking the staring face, is like meeting with a beautiful and gentle person. It is the picturesque sunset, and the breeze is drunk.

gentle and elegant, the ink color is beautiful. Under the bright and sunny summer sun, stepping on the soft beach, facing the elegant and lightly dancing sea breeze, I set sail between the water clouds, letting the gentle waves dance, stroking every inch of my skin, wetting my floating hair, and swinging flowers like waves in the skirt flowing with the wind. My infinitely soft thoughts are flying, and the flowers of my heart are dancing and overflowing. At this time, dreams and beauty are closely embraced.

In the autumn, flocks of flying pigeons lead my eyes to soar in the blue sky. The rolling white clouds overlap in the sky, just like Penglai Fairy Island. Occasionally, I can see fairies dancing gracefully among the clouds. The fresh air around us and the thick fragrance floating in the breeze.

the scenery is elegant and beautiful. At night, meeting beauty between words sent me to get better and better. On a moonlit night, the stars are as bright as lamps, silent and thoughtful, graceful and restrained to pick up dreams, thousands of families gather, the strings of joy are played lightly, and the joy and beauty are injected into everyone's heartstrings like notes, and heart-rending poems are sung.

when you meet beauty, life is like a song! Snow like jade brought me to the beautiful winter. In the morning, the snow outside the window drifted gently, pure as jade; The butterfly flies gently like a dream. be covered with snow