I met him once, but he will affect my life.

It was a rainy day and I was busy walking home. There were few pedestrians on the road, but I bumped into a man and knocked him down. He quickly stood on the wall, but fortunately he didn't fall. I looked at the man through the rain curtain. His withered hands, thin body, patched clothes, and a pair of eyes staring at me blankly-he turned out to be blind. I blushed and said, "Grandpa, I accidentally bumped into you. I'm sorry. Now, are you going home? I'll see you off. "

"Ok, thank you." There seems to be a smile on his wrinkled and haggard face.

I helped him move forward. Suddenly, I tripped over something, almost fell, and my toes hurt. I looked down and it turned out to be a brick. I was about to move it, but when I saw the brick was too dirty, I complained, "Who threw the brick on the ground and almost tripped me?" Grandpa, be careful, don't fall. "

The old man did not move. He reached out his thin hand, squatted down, touched the ground a few times, picked up the brick and put it in the corner. He also said, "Maybe someone will fall when they pass by. We should think more about others. " Then I wiped my muddy hands on the wall. My eyes were wet, so I quickly took out my beloved handkerchief and wiped the mud off his hand. I found that the old man seemed to be staring at me closely with his rain-soaked eyes. I blushed and hung my head in shame.

Yes! I am his guide on his way home, but he is my guide on the road of life. "Thinking of others" is my correct way of life.

2. The imitation of 550 words in Lu Xun's hometown highlights the once-in-a-lifetime relationship, and then I had a holiday. I left the reinforced concrete city and reunited with my hometown I haven't seen for more than ten years.

It's almost the Spring Festival, but I haven't seen many people. It's cloudy and a heavy snow is coming.

On the bluestone path, there are several cold front pavilions near and far. The field is a mess, and there are some furry grass people.

The cold wind blew straight into my heart, and it was almost falling apart. Hey! Where is my hometown? My hometown when I was a child was much more beautiful than this, but I have no impression.

Seeing my hometown is like a forgotten village now. I know that those young and capable people have gone to the city.

What's left is just some dying old people. Actually, I should have known, but I still have a glimmer of hope for my hometown.

Now it seems to have gone with the wind. This time I went home for the New Year, mainly to visit my grandparents. Grandpa had an accident and was afraid that he would die soon, and I was his only grandson. ).

And in the second half of next year, I will go to school in other places. In the meantime, there is no time to go home.

I have to register on the eleventh day of the first month, go back to my family before the eighth day of August, and leave here before the eighth day of August. When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw smoke curling up on the roof of every household. At this time, everyone is cooking dinner.

As soon as I got to my door, the dog ran out and barked at me. Grandma came out to open the door and happily took the big bag in my hand.

When I entered the room, my grandfather was lying in bed. When he saw me, he was too happy to speak. There is a lot of pork and a big pig head hanging on the wall.

"When was the pig killed?" "Thirteen. Thanks for Fuquan's help.

He asks about you, too. I hope you can go to his house when you come back. Suddenly, the picture of my childhood came to my mind: a fiery red sun hung in the blue sky and green rice was planted in the paddy field. When the wind blows, it fluctuates like sea water. There is an adult and a child catching crabs in a stream by the field.

Then the adult is Fuquan. I was only seven years old at that time, and he was twenty years older than me.

But according to seniority, I'm still his uncle! Because my parents are going to work in other places, it will be inconvenient to take me with them, so I live in my grandparents' house in the country. My first impression of Fu Sheng was not good. Idle around all day, with little education.

I fell in love with him in less than a day. Because he can take me to play; Flying kites, catching dragonflies, picking wild fruits ... He is best at catching crabs.

He often takes me to catch crabs. In that stream, he rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, tied a loach basket around his waist, searched with his eyes, opened a stone, and then quickly grabbed it with his index finger and thumb, right in the middle of the crab.

The crab struggled and was thrown into the basket. Caught a basket of crabs, Fuquan burned.

It turned out that the blue-black crab turned attractive red as soon as it arrived in the pot. Fuquan told me the legend of the white snake while eating crabs.

He said that the sea was hidden in this crab shell. If you finish eating crab meat, you will find something like Lohan on the crab shell.

But I have eaten so many crabs, and I have never seen anything like Lohan. The day before my father came back, Fuquan took me to the mountains to play.

There are many beautiful wild flowers on the road, so Fuquan told me their names one by one. Suddenly he asked me, "Do you know mandrill?" "I don't know, is that a flower too?" He became a little serious and explained to me, "Mandrill is a monster who lives in the mountains and catches children."

Hearing this, my heart began to fear. He added: "Children caught by mandrills will be smeared with mud and stuffed with earthworms.

The villagers will beat gongs and drums and scold mandrills before they let the children go ... "I dare not listen any more, and I ran down the mountain crying alone." Then both parents came back.

I hugged them and cursed them for a while. I heard that Fuquan was coming, so I hid in my room and didn't want to see him again.

A few days later, my parents and I went to the city and haven't seen each other since. Speaking of him now, I also asked indifferently, "Is he okay?" "alas! He has a hard time, too! I am in my forties and still single.

Parents died young, leaving no property. He failed to live up to people's expectations ... "After listening to my grandmother, I don't know why, but I just can't help but want to see him.

The night in my hometown is not as noisy as in the city, which makes people fall asleep early. The next day, grandma was going to take me to my father's grave, and Xiaohei (dog name) followed.

I looked at what my grandmother had prepared and said, B3 a# G2 Z( E, {/ Y "Is it enough to burn?" "That's enough." "If it is not enough, just buy it again."

"But there is no shop here!" So we went out. "Ah! It's really handsome to become a young man so soon! " A very uncomfortable compliment came to my ears.

I was taken aback. I looked into the distance and saw a woman in her forties, with dark skin and small eyes, standing on the edge of the field, like grandma's poker. I am ignorant. "How come I don't even know my mother-in-law?" I am more ignorant.

Fortunately, grandma said beside her, "children forget things quickly, so I can't remember them." Then she whispered in my ear, "She is Liu's widow in Shangcun, Xin 'er's mother. "

Oh! I remember. When I was a child, there was such a person in Shangcun.

Everyone called her widow Liu because her husband died early and refused to remarry. At that time, her skin was not so dark, her eyes were not so small, and she was not like poker.

I often play games with her daughter Xiner. She is the bride and I am the groom's official. People in the village often ask me, "Who are you going to marry when you grow up?" I am also happy to say that I want to marry Xin-er.

Now, I look at her in surprise, just as Columbus discovered the new continent and Newton discovered gravity. However, she said coldly, "A scholar is full of knowledge, how can he remember people?" "that's not true ... where is Xuan?" I was shocked and hurried to explain.

"She washes clothes at home." "Then where does she study?" "Reading? Can books be eaten as meals? Besides, I haven't been assigned since I graduated from college, and I have to pay tuition.

Who would do such a loss-making thing? "She must have never read a book to tell such an unreasonable truth." Then she can't stay at home! ""of course! After the new year, she will return to work in the city. "

. "Will this do? What will she do in the future? " "Look at what you said, my daughter is working in a hotel now. A few days ago, she took me to town.

Ah! The building is tall and wide, and the bed is soft, which is really comfortable. In the future,

There are always some people in life who want us to cherish. Meeting each other is our greatest blessing.

There are some people who appear repeatedly in our lives, but in the end, you can name them, but you can't outline their faces.

Some people left a deep impression on your memento mori. He is the one who laughs with you when you are happy, and he is the one who tears with you when you are sad. There are beautiful notes between his lines, his manners are full of sparks, his steps are steady or light, and his smile is as bright as cymbals.

But like the clearest water, Wan Li, the clearest night sky in Wan Li, is cloudless. There are always some people you just meet by chance, but they are always new in your mind! Just because once.

The human face is the most exquisite work of art, although it is only a combination of five senses, there are different faces of all beings in this world. Everyone's face plays an extremely important role, that is, recognition between people, rather than discussion or judgment. It is not advisable to judge a person by his appearance, but the truth is to judge a person by his appearance.

People come and go, and faces in the crowd fly past us. Many faces just passed by like old gray photos, ordinary and tasteless, and our tracks never really crossed. But at a certain moment, our hearts were suddenly shocked, and some soft details were deeply touched by a face. We can't help but stop to watch. Once you recognize that face, even if it is far apart, you can recognize it at a glance from a dense crowd.

Sometimes it is because some faces represent some special meanings, such as trust, such as the past, such as poetry, such as drifting away. But not everyone has the same intuition, otherwise there will always be one person in the crowd who is the focus of attention. Or maybe it's just because that face keeps you thinking, and a feeling of hard pursuit suddenly comes to mind inexplicably. Imagine that many years ago, you used to sit next to each other in the same city, in an unknown restaurant or cinema, without saying hello, only secretly looking at each other. After years of tossing and turning, we finally met. So, just like friends for many years, it hit it off. Others don't know, it was only the first time we met.

Such once-in-a-lifetime feelings can be met but not sought. You never know, at some point in your future life, the next moment, the person whose face makes your heart beat will appear in front of you. And this fate has nothing to do with handsome face. The stars in the spotlight are shining. Who knows if they really found someone who hit it off? All the people in the world, who knows that behind everyone, there was once a legendary story of meeting?

Maybe that person only saw you once and then disappeared from your sight. This fate is like a passing meteor, which has drawn a bright stroke for your dim starry sky. There are also some people who may recognize this unusual face in the crowd and regard it as a courtesy of their lives. Two sincere hearts collide and communicate, reminding you of the beautiful meeting at the beginning, like an eternal star, flashing every day.

There are always some people in life who want us to cherish. Meeting each other is our greatest blessing.

The first kind of people, ordinary passing by. They are just passers-by, but they can't support the sky without them. The second kind of people left a deep and colorful trace in our life. They are called friends and will accompany you for life. And the third kind of person, you only meet once, it is fate that gave birth to your meeting. Light, looming, but gripping, they are called predestined friends.

Fate, only once, that's enough!

4. "One side" (writing a composition) Kneel. I have met many people in our life. During my growing up, I experienced many things. They are like a ship, echoing in my mind. I will never forget one of them, even though I only know her briefly. It was an afternoon when the north wind roared and thunder rumbled. Walking on my way home, suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and I couldn't help yawning. I only feel that the road is as cold as a cellar, and the air conditioning has been drilled into my trouser legs. Everyone on the road was wearing raincoats and umbrellas, and they hurried home. When I walked to the door, I saw the garbage dump opposite my door-because of the rain, I could only vaguely see a thin, short old man with his hands behind his back. This heavy rain shouldn't be a cleaner, should it? I walked over with questions. Turned out to be an old cleaner in his sixties. She is very thin, hunchbacked, wrinkled and weather-beaten. She is wearing a small black mask, a tattered raincoat and a pair of old rain boots. The dustman cleans the rubbish very carefully-she has a shovel in her left hand and a broom in her right. Are you still cleaning up the garbage in such a heavy rain? Why don't you just clean it up tomorrow? "At this time, the grandmother wiped the rain on her body (I can't tell whether it is rain or sweat) and then sneezed, ah! Grandma is ill. But grandma doesn't care about her illness. She picked up the broom again and said to me, "No! If I don't clean up these rubbish quickly today, there will be more bacteria, and then the stench will go up to the sky, affecting your health and affecting the city! " After listening to her words, I looked up at the cleaner. I saw that her dark face was covered with deep wrinkles like a knife, and her thin body was like a shriveled mummy. I was shocked. Some people will look down on cleaners because of their humble position and think they are dirty. But who would have thought that in this rainy day, it is inconspicuous here, and almost no one will find this "city beautician", let alone praise her. But she still does her duty in that ordinary post. Her spirit is worth learning. Up to now, whenever I see the garbage beside the garbage dump, I can see the scene of the old cleaner who only saw me once sweeping the garbage in the downpour. I can't forget her. She has influenced my life. She taught me the truth of being a man, the true meaning of life, and the life in the world.

5. It takes about 400 words to write a memorable composition. In my mind, there is a person who has only seen me once, but it remains in my memory deeply ... On Sunday, my father and I went shopping and walked home. Suddenly, the sky was overcast, and in a short time, raindrops as big as peas "smashed" down from the gray sky. My stomach keeps growling. Dad and I ordered two bowls of noodles to eat. At this moment, a tall and fat uncle came in, wearing a dirty and old shirt, a dark face and a beard. Somehow, his hands are as black as a coal puller. The man came towards us. "May I sit here?" "Yes," my father said, glancing at him. As soon as he sat down, a strange smell came to his face. He asked for a bowl of noodles and wolfed it down. But I couldn't eat any more, so I ran out, and my father followed. At this time, it cleared up, and my father said to me, "Let's go home!" " "Very good." I nodded and walked to the station. Father exclaimed in surprise, "Pengfei, where is your schoolbag?" When I touched my shoulder, it broke. I must have left it at the hotel, where I bought my new clothes and shoes! I went straight to the hotel without looking back. I heard my father shouting, "Pengfei, wait for me!" " "I can't even breathe, so I rushed into the restaurant. Where is my schoolbag? What about that fat uncle? Looking at the empty seat, my heart suddenly cooled, thinking: that fat uncle must have sat, so hateful! I walked listlessly. Suddenly, a tall figure jumped into my eyes ... Isn't that my fat uncle? I saw him looking around as if looking for someone. Before I could shout, Uncle Fat found me: "Little brother, here is your schoolbag! ""... I hurried to meet him, "Thank you ..." I felt indescribable gratitude in my heart and looked at him carefully: old shirt, bearded face, dirty back of hand ... Suddenly, I couldn't see clearly, because tears blurred my eyes ... Although I never saw him again, he left a deep memory in my flowing memory. You can refer to it yourself.

6. My Ideal and Reality (composition) Write an article titled 1000 1. There has always been an ideal. (For example, why is there such an ideal? Very touching. And reality. (Disappointed, sighing, expressing your true feelings) 3. Reality and ideal can never be on the same line. If you don't think of an ideal, it will satisfy you. I used to think that the ideal should be hundreds of light years away from me, but now I see the ideal, but I once thought that success was only a little bit. It turned out that I thought too fast and too far, but I don't regret it. My ideal and I had a once-in-a-lifetime relationship at that beautiful moment. After the struggle, I seemed to calm down. After calming down, I seem to understand that nothing belongs to me. I will never hide in my arms and feel helpless when I have no choice. Suddenly, I found that it was all a dream. I used to be no different from the original. Now I find myself an ignorant child. There are always people in the world who want to abandon their ideals, but they never abandon anyone. There are always people in the world who want to abandon reality, but reality will never be abandoned by anyone; Maybe this is the gap between ideal and reality. There are always shadows between them, which can't be separated and handed over, but they can't be rubbed together. Ideal is like a key. Reality is like a lock. Even if you get the key and open the lock, you may not get the life that everyone wants. Just like two realms of life: one is to choose and the other is to be chosen; The former is ideal and the latter is reality. In ideal, we can choose, but in reality, we accept the choice. Of course, too many choices may make us give up our choices. A simple choice may make us readily accept it. I think this is also a human contradiction. Ideal makes reality transparent, and reality makes ideal longing; When the ideal loses its enthusiasm, the realistic soul will grow wrinkles, just like life. Without ideals, you can't achieve your goals, without courage, you can't get anything, without reality, you can't get away from it, without sustenance, and the years can't go on. Some people say that the ideal is the flower on the cliff, and the struggle is the rope to climb the mountain. Others say that the reality is a war between people: hypocrisy, cunning, a knife hidden in a smile, and everyone is at a different time. Different places have different enemies and battlefields, but I prefer this sentence: life is like a trip, ideal is the route of travel, and reality is the trajectory of travel. Without the route, we have to stop moving forward, lose track and lose the courage to start. Ideal = dream action-fantasy I compare ideal to a bird flying in the blue sky, then practice is the wings of a bird. If you don't base yourself on reality, you will be empty and enthusiastic. Impossible to fly reality = money desire social phenomenon. In most people's eyes, it is always thought that there is a big gap between reality and ideal, and the real thing is never as good as the ideal, but who would have thought that the ideal is illusory and the ideal (desire) is endless, but it is reality! Human feelings are warm and cold, and derailment happens from time to time, but it is also objective after all, so reasoning should be closely combined with reality. When you are divorced from reality, your ideal will turn into desire. Rich people are also worried, expensive people are also worried, and those who are content with Changle are really blessed. What is the ideal? It's a stone; Knocking out the spark of the star is fire; The lights that turn on and off are lights; The road that illuminates the night is the road; What is the reality that leads you to the dawn? Is it the lost maple leaf in the fall, the forgotten thinking in the illusion, the confusion after waking up or the sudden enlightenment after maturity? If you have too much luggage, don't travel alone. If you can't leave, please don't come near. If you can't bear to end it, don't start it. If you want to forget, you must return to zero.

7. () You and I met once. During my growing up, I experienced many things. They are like a ship, echoing in my mind. One of them made me unforgettable, even though I only knew her once.

It was a stormy afternoon, and the north wind roared. As soon as the thunder rang, the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead curtain. I was walking home with an umbrella. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and I couldn't help yawning. I just feel that the road is as cold as a cellar, and the air conditioner keeps drilling into my trouser legs. People on the road are all wearing raincoats and umbrellas and rushing home. Walking to the door, I saw the garbage dump opposite my door-because of the rain, I could only vaguely see a thin and short old man tossing and turning in the garbage dump with a bamboo branch in his hand. Who is there? This heavy rain shouldn't be a cleaner, should it? I walked over with questions. Turned out to be an old cleaner in his sixties. She is thin and hunchbacked, and her weather-beaten face is covered with wrinkles. She is wearing a small black mask, a tattered raincoat and a pair of old rain boots. The dustman cleans up the rubbish very carefully-she has a shovel in her left hand and a broom in her right. First sweep the garbage into the shovel with a broom, then hold it with a broom, and finally "send" the garbage into the garbage truck with a shovel. I couldn't help asking, "Grandma! Are you still cleaning up the garbage in such a heavy rain? Can't you just clean up tomorrow? " At this time, the grandmother wiped the rain on her body (I can't tell whether it is rain or sweat) and sneezed, ah! Grandma is ill. But grandma doesn't care about her illness. She picked up the broom again and said to me, "No! If I don't clean up these rubbish quickly today, there will be more bacteria. At that time, the stench will float into the sky, affecting your health and city appearance! " After listening to her words, I looked up at the cleaner and saw that her dark face was covered with wrinkles as deep as a knife, and her thin body was like a withered mummy. I was shocked. Some people will look down on cleaners because of their humble status, think they are dirty, and avoid them as soon as they see them. But who would have thought that in this rainy day, in this humble place, almost no one would find this "city beautician", let alone praise her, but she still did her duty in that ordinary post. Her spirit is worth learning.

Until now, every time I see the garbage beside the garbage dump, I can see in my mind the scene that the old cleaner once braved the downpour to clean up the garbage. I can't forget her. I can't forget her who influenced my life. She taught me the truth of being a man, the true meaning of life, and that people live in this world to make contributions to others. ...

8. The beginning and end of the composition: I like autumn rain, which has a unique taste. Autumn rain, following a fallen leaf, whirls playfully; Autumn rain, thin, like silk thread, gently hits the face, like a warm silk scarf. Autumn rain, a little rain, can rain all day. It is not like summer, and the air is filled with fresh grass fragrance; It has no taste, but it can bring freshness to people.

End: A cold wind blew and the rain stopped. I don't know why, but I like autumn so much. I seem to have been born in autumn. Autumn gives me emotion. Love this autumn rain, how gentle. I like reading quietly alone, maybe it is the silence given to me by autumn. Standing in the cold autumn wind, I looked up at the sky, and a little rain floated on my face. How warm it was!