I met the flowers swaying in the wind and rain on the roadside, the neon lights flashing at night, the shining light signs beside the speeding highway, and the meteors flying in the night sky. I met you in the afterglow of the sunset. From then on, I met happiness!
When I was young, you read me Song lyrics. At that time, I didn't understand that there was too much sadness hidden in Song Ci. I only know that you are very kind to me and planted a gentle seed in your heart.
In kindergarten, I liked you to tie my hair best. You always touch my hair carefully first. Your hands are warm, just like the slow spring breeze blowing through my hair. You gently stroked my head, itchy and crunchy, and I closed my eyes very much. Your love and soft sunshine mixed together, let me indulge in that mellow love. When I open my eyes, I will have an enviable braid. At that time, I decided that this was the most beautiful love in the world.
When I was in the senior grade of primary school, doing math problems became a headache for me. From time to time, you need to "show your skills". Until now, I can still remember what you taught me. May be met with a "roadblock", your eyebrows tightly knit together, like a wrinkled chrysanthemum. Your body still maintains your usual posture: chin in your right hand, talkative mouth in the past, closed "city gate", naughty tongue, nodding from time to time, licking dry lips, and fine sweat on your forehead. I was afraid to breathe, so I squatted beside you. Suddenly, as if remembering something, you quickly left scrawled handwriting on the manuscript paper, and as the tail of the handwriting became longer and longer, your brow slowly unfolded. Looking at the white paper stained with ink, you breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on your face.
I still remember the sound of the pen tip kissing the paper.
When I grew up, I accidentally found my first gray hair, and then I realized that I was old and nagging. It's just that the loving smile on my face remains the same, but my love for me is increasing, just like fermented dough, which can't stop overflowing.
You are like a wall, supporting a world for me and never falling down. Your love for me is quiet and light, just like you. Whenever and wherever, I can feel your warm love. Mom, meeting you is my greatest happiness.
I came across a semi-propositional composition 2, and I got to know Latin dance. I was deeply attracted by the dancers on the flyer, so I made up my mind to learn. So, when I was nine years old, I was sent to a dance class, eager to be a princess in a fairy tale.
I was nervous and excited when I first entered the dance classroom. I met a lovely and amiable dance teacher, Miss Shen. It was she who taught me the dance steps and music rhythm step by step, which made me fall in love with Latin dance.
Soon, I learned the basic dance steps, thinking that I could dance a complete dance. I didn't expect the teacher to let me practice basic dance steps. Every class is boring, repeating those single dance steps. This process was tiring and boring, and I began to look sad when I was very confident.
I said to my mother, "I don't want to learn to dance." Mother said earnestly, "You don't like dancers anymore? If you want to learn, you must learn well. " So I gritted my teeth, survived a hard year, and finally learned the finished dance.
Maybe I have a gift. I learned it easily. I can remember the movements in class, and I began to get carried away. At home, I never practice, so everyone else is making progress, while I stand still. Once, I forgot how to jump in a certain beat and looked at others in confusion. The teacher criticized me: "How did you jump? I have been teaching for a long time, why not? " At that moment, I was ashamed, but from that moment on, I secretly set a goal: study hard and try to jump. Since studying hard, I have made rapid progress, and the teacher has more smiles on his face.
After studying dance for more than a year, competitions, big and small, flooded in. I think it's time to show my skills. The first time I participated in the competition, I looked at the audience and the judges, and my hands and feet trembled with nervousness. But when I think of my usual efforts and dreams, my steps begin to be steady. I want to turn all my sweat and efforts into five wonderful minutes on stage.
When the music started, I suddenly thought of myself, the self in the fairy tale I once imagined. At that moment, I was a dancing elf, dancing on the clouds, among the flowers and by the lake. ...
Pay will be rewarded. Now, I am an excellent dancer, and I gradually realize the happiness it brings me. Dance brings me slim figure and elegant temperament, and teaches me to do what I believe.
Dancing is my best dream. I will leave the most beautiful memories with my own footprints. I believe it will accompany me all my life. Dance, nice to meet you!
My grandmother is an ordinary worker and has worked in the fields all her life. Brown skin, wrinkled face and thick calluses on his hands. Compared with the city people, she is just an ugly and ordinary farmer. But it is my blessing to meet her and be her granddaughter in this life.
Grandma told me that persimmon is the best thing in her heart. When I was a child, my grandmother and I went back to our hometown in the countryside. She always picks persimmons for me in the yard, saying that they are her favorite. In order to take care of me, grandma left her hometown and came to the city where I live. She can no longer pick persimmons from persimmon trees in her hometown to eat.
One night in elementary school, grandma came to pick me up from school. She took the rice bag from me and saw that the persimmon cake inside was intact. She smiled and asked me, "Why don't you eat the persimmon cake I brought you?" I walked in front angrily and pouted angrily and said, "Teachers are not allowed to eat snacks." Grandma smiled and shook her head: "Nothing, the teacher won't let me take it." After that, she opened the bag of persimmon and gave me one. I was so angry that I slapped the persimmon on the ground and rushed out at a faster speed. Grandma picked up the persimmon with dust on the ground and still followed me slowly. At that time, I was so ignorant that I didn't know that my actions had deeply hurt my grandmother's heart. Like persimmon cakes, she was heavily fanned on the ground by her favorite granddaughter, covered with dust. However, when my grandmother put me to bed at night, she said to me, "Grandma is lucky to meet you."
Soon, grandma will go back to her hometown to collect eggplant. I've been thinking about apologizing to her, but I haven't figured out how to say it. So I secretly bought a pack of persimmon cakes and prepared to go home and "apologize" to my grandmother. But as soon as I stepped into the house, I found grandma had gone to the station. At this time, the phone in my bedroom rang, and grandma's familiar loud voice came from the other end: "big baby, grandma is going back to her hometown." Grandma cooked delicious food for you in the refrigerator. Eat while it's hot, don't be hungry. Grandma also bought you fruit, all of which are your favorite, but very sweet. Wash them all and put them in the refrigerator. Remember to eat them. ..... Also, have you seen the insoles on the balcony? Grandma sewed it for you. If you miss grandma, remember to call me ... "I choked on the other end of the phone and squeezed a word through my teeth: thank you, grandma ..." Grandma smiled so happily.
Grandma is not good at expressing, "Meeting you is my blessing." She learned this sentence from TV. But I understand that she has always loved me, and there is no need to express it in words.
The next time grandma comes, I must say to her, "Grandma, it's my blessing to meet you."
Although I don't know where you are now, I happened to meet you at that time. Nice to meet you!
I still remember that when I was a child, my body was thin, and a little exercise led to trembling cough, so I had few playmates. Looking up at the stars has become a great pleasure for me. The vast sky is dark, the stars shine, as if falling at an illusory speed, and a bright moon hangs obliquely on the shady scene. Although I don't know the stars, it's enough to look up at the stars and feel beautiful!
That night, it was the same, but my mother who was usually around was gone. I am particularly afraid of the dark. There is only one lamp in the alley where my home is located, hanging there alone, flickering and the lampshade is dark. In the alley, it's like hearing a ghost, the ground is in a dark shadow, and a vicious dog jumps out from time to time. Every step seems so difficult and I am so helpless. Unfortunately, the wind is so whistling and the leaves are so rustling. I was shivering with cold and afraid to go forward. "Why don't you go? What's wrong? " There seems to be a sound of nature behind me. I turned around and happened to see you. You saw my scared expression and asked, "Are you okay?" I looked down: "I … I'm afraid of the dark …" You said: "What's there to be afraid of? Where do you live? " I looked up at your gentle face and said, "the fourth building on the right." You took my hand and said, "Let's go!" I'm still too scared to move forward. You hold my hand and walk forward. I was startled. I was about to speak, but I held your warm hand and followed you silently. Ghosts keep getting cold, but I don't feel too cold anymore. After a while, I arrived at my door. You smiled and said, "My family just moved here, not far from yours." You pointed in one direction and left.
The next day, I went to see you. You talk to your mother at home. I overheard your parents' divorce, and your second-born daughter followed her poor mother. You came out of the room and just saw me. You dragged me out to play without saying anything.
At night, looking up at the starry sky turned into two girls sitting side by side. That night, the stars shone and the moonlight was thin and silent. You broke the silence: "I know you heard what I said today." I am speechless. You added, "I don't blame him, I just miss him. He left, leaving me and my mother ... I just think he is too cruel to my mother ... "I was silent. You said again, "Would you like to be my friend?" "Of course." Since then, all the ghosts and dogs in the alley have disappeared, leaving only two girls who laugh like silvers.
How lucky I am to meet you!
Meeting a semi-propositional composition 5 Meeting is a beautiful encounter and a gorgeous poem. How many encounters can you recall in your life? Every encounter is an unparalleled experience.
It was an unusual afternoon, and the students in Yongzhong left the campus one after another. The blue sky after the rain is reflected in the small puddle, and everything is so comfortable. My father and sister came to pick me up together. When I passed the funny garden, I smiled and said, Dad, there is little homework today. Let's take a walk in the funny garden. I haven't been there since the beginning of school, and it happens that Jiali is here. Let's go together. With acquiescence, I walked in the grass holding my sister's hand, feeling the rare leisure.
Suddenly I found something strange in the bushes, as if something was moving, and then a furry little tail was erected there, like a small flag. So I ran over and picked up one of your puppies, with shiny black eyes and drooping ears, and wonton skin hanging on both sides. The two black spots on the face are very symmetrical, just covering the eyes and face, just like a scholar with glasses and a warrior with a mask, which makes people feel that they will not look good without them.
It was at that time that I met you and carved it into my memory like an inscription. Later, the puppy followed us and refused to leave, even stubbornly sitting in front of the steering wheel. At that time, you looked at your father with talking eyes full of aura. I deeply remember the sadness in your eyes. Finally, dad grabbed you by the back of the neck, picked you up and put you in the car. From then on, the leopard came into my life, as if it were destiny takes a hand.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? The name leopard was given by my grandfather. I hope you can take care of the house like your predecessor Frye, so you got such a mighty name. But the name doesn't match you at all. You squint, stick out your tongue, and lie on the ground lazily, which is a little cute. I gave you a nickname: Xiaohua, because this name is more suitable for you.
Leopard, when you are basking in the sun, I also move out of the folding chair and coffee table and come to the corridor to watch you fight with Frye and watch you sleep peacefully. Do you know that?/You know what? Your lovely sleeping position, chubby body and lovely innocence when teasing you will give me a lot of comfort, and I can be refreshed without words. You are my forever friend.
It’s lovely to see you. In every leisurely afternoon, I say to myself and to you.
This is a good season for peach blossoms.
"Go and see the peach blossoms, I haven't gone out to play for a long time!" On a whim, my mother was as excited as a child and couldn't wait to drag me to the subway station.
Mother is holding a leaflet of Peach Blossom Garden with stars in her eyes. It won't take long to arrive. There are many people, mostly children. Those children, wearing small flower hats, some carrying colorful windmills and some carrying food bags, poured into the Peach Blossom Garden happily.
Standing at the entrance of the garden, what you see is pale pink, followed by pink, pink and rose red. The color goes from shallow to deep, and the visual enjoyment is unparalleled. One word: comfortable.
With the influx of people, the Peach Blossom Garden is much bigger than I expected, and it is not crowded. Looking around, I saw different degrees of red in my eyes. Approaching a peach tree, it is thin, but its flowers are flourishing. Peach blossoms do not bloom in clusters in the east and in clusters in the west, but are evenly distributed in all corners of peach trees, dotted with green leaves in this beautiful early spring. Reaching out and stroking a peach blossom, the petals are delicate and soft, and you dare not exert yourself. It's too thin and the color is very light. Look carefully, the innermost petals are white, so that the layers are superimposed together to get the pink I saw at the garden gate before.
Corner saw a quiet figure.
It's a girl, about a few years older than me, sitting under a big peach tree, crossing her legs, holding a drawing board in her hand, and the colored lead in her hand is constantly swinging. Approaching slowly, I saw a huge peach tree on her drawing board, and the whole drawing board was light pink.
She was so absorbed that I stood behind her and she didn't even notice. "It's so beautiful." Really awesome. She turned around and smiled at me, revealing lovely tiger teeth: "Really? Thank you. " She handed me the drawing board and tilted her head shyly: "The art homework required by the school." I picked up the drawing board and looked at it carefully. The peach tree in the painting is real, full of flowers, echoing the green leaves, like a shy girl blushing. "You draw very much." I'm awesome again. She took back the drawing board and went on drawing. Different from the original, her face flushed bright red and her mouth was touched with a smile. She said something that I will never forget: "Just because they are all alive, I want to paint them alive."
Look up at the peach blossoms, one by one, as if they were smiling faces, which are very pleasing to the eye. So many peach trees, so many peach blossoms, I don't know how many peaches will bear. They are all fresh lives, and they have lived their own life.
I only met you when you were painting in the peach blossom season, and I realized the meaning of life.
I happened to meet not only a lively child wearing a flower hat, but also a leafy peach tree, as well as you and the fresh life under the tree.
Just send away the midsummer, you can feel the heat in the air slowly dissipating. Finally, the sun is no longer overhead. Occasionally there is a light breeze and rain, and I am glad to cool off.
The blackboard newspaper has been run once, and I'm glad I met Tong Wang and Zhang Zhitong. It is not difficult to pick up a pen and smear it on the wall. I really dare not describe my thoughts and feelings with a purpose. Teacher Jia has been repeating the thinking mode of leaving primary school, which has really benefited a lot. Compared with the paintings now, the types of primary schools are a bit unsightly.
I have never experienced sharing a room with my classmates before. It's novel to be assigned to the dormitory now. 5 10 friends are jumping, which is really good for me. However, something new happened in the dormitory. Food is the most important thing for the people, and it is said that snacks are the best products to nourish young people's body and mind. It's true. It's really sad that these good products are surrounded by teachers and host families. Hiding snacks has become a struggle for almost all students. I didn't know how excellent my classmates were until I went back to my dormitory at noon and witnessed them with my own eyes. I can't help but be awed and dumbfounded. Around, there are all kinds of unimaginable camouflage, and so on. Never heard of it, I really admire it. But this fact is tiring, so bring more legal snacks in the future.
The activities of senior one are very intensive and interesting. The big face said: It really won my heart. The tug-of-war game arrived as scheduled after I don't know how many days. When A "However, before she came to us, we had called for it a thousand times and urged it a thousand times". However, it's like "I waited in line for 744 hours to buy the ticket for the coveted Aidou concert, and I walked into the venue with white hair and trembling limbs and found Aidou didn't come at all", which is the same as the visual sense. After a horribly long 30 minutes, we didn't have time to make room for an award, and it was over.
The people in Class One run like a dark horse, and it seems logical to win the first prize. No, it's not what the teacher said. Where did you go after twists and turns? After the whole game, some people said passion, others said dancing wildly. What is even more amazing is that no matter when and where, in any class, someone has been shouting an inspiring slogan: "V5 will win!" I silently lit a wax for this man in my heart: Come on.
Meet a semi-proposition composition 8 meet you and thaw the lake of the soul.
My mother told me to ignore the beggars on the roadside when I was young. Many are liars, don't be fooled. In this way, for more than ten years, I have never stopped for them, and every time I fly by. Until one day, I met you.
The warning of the cold wave going south changed from the Yellow River to the Yangtze River, and the wind roared and swept relentlessly, drilling straight into the clothes of pedestrians. Walking on the dark and depressing sidewalk, I stepped on the fallen leaves and looked up. I saw an old lady squatting on a sack in the corner of the roadside, and an old man kneeling next to her, with dark skin. The wrinkles on his face are like gullies on the Loess Plateau. He arches his back 90 degrees and looks at passers-by eagerly. Those eyes, like dogs wandering in the street, look at people with food, longing and expecting. However, the reality slapped him hard, and those who were in a hurry were indifferent, ignored and even cast contemptuous eyes. They looked forward to it again and again and fell to the bottom again and again. Looking at his rickety body, with clothes as thin as paper hanging on it, my heart seemed to be pulled and I slowed down involuntarily.
Don't look at him now, maybe he will be alive and well dressed as soon as he turns around! Another voice in my heart sounded, and I shook my head, turned my face and passed him gently. Head-on, you are wearing two braids like hooks, carrying a pink schoolbag behind you, jumping around, and holding two green bills in your hand. My eyes followed you to grandpa's side. I bent down and put them in the carton. I seem to see the money in the box. Grandpa looked up. At that time, you wanted to leave. You seemed a little timid and hesitant when he looked up at you. "Thank you!" The voice is a bit low and hoarse, like the echo in the valley, and like coming from another world. "You're welcome, Grandpa!" You waved shyly, your mouth turned up and you smiled. Grandpa was a little shy and grateful. He rubbed his hands shyly, but there was something shiny in his eyes. You are jumping, just like an angel sent by heaven, smiling and passing me by. That smile, like a meter of sunshine in winter, sprinkled on my frozen heart lake, let it slowly thaw, melt and become warm. ...
There may be many imperfections in this world, but we must never give up kindness, let go of distractions and concerns, and try our best when others need help because they have been cheated.