Beautiful Encounter Composition

Part 1: Friendship is the most beautiful encounter

In the vast sea of ??people, looking back at the moment will freeze for eternity. ——Inscription

Friendship is the most beautiful flower produced by the combination of heart and heart. It is the mutual trust and mutual benefit between two sincere hearts between friends. It is the most beautiful encounter in our lives.

It was a sunny day. I stepped into the gate of the attached middle school for the first time. I turned around casually and saw you, like a fairy in the world, with fluttering white clothes and firm eyes. You are as beautiful as painting. This scene is fixed in my mind and is a permanent memory.

I wonder if we are just destined, but when I entered the class, I saw your innocent face. I have an inexplicable joy and an inexplicable desire to be close to you.

We still became friends. I believed that our friendship was pure and permanent, but I was wrong. "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water." How can we call ourselves gentlemen? Well, since it was a mistake, let it go. This is not a beautiful encounter, but a wrong encounter. Don't say I betrayed you, I don't even know what to call you now, friend? I wish you the best, or your classmates, to reflect on their mistakes. I have already thought about it.

I hope that I can truly have a beautiful encounter of friendship.

Part 2: A beautiful encounter, a bit sentimental

In the hot afternoon, I finally finished three classes and went downstairs with drooped eyelids. I originally wanted to run on the track. After two laps, I went home, but my classmates pulled me out of the school gate. Underfoot is the blazing earth, but in front of you is the wild cold wind mixed with the unique atmosphere of this city. The contrast between hot and cold makes me laugh. Thinking about it carefully, it has been more than a month since I started studying in No. 1 Middle School. Time flies very fast, but the past three years cannot be put into the bottle and float to the other side of the sea. Hey, I think of my friends in junior high school again.

Today I was once again tired of the bustling crowds, walking on the greasy commercial street behind high-rise housing. The squeeze of my schoolbag tells me to go home quickly. He strode through the noise of the crowd without looking back. "Fat man". The left ear picked up the words. The brain gives the order and the eyes look towards the source of the sound, ah! It turned out to be Xiao Bao! Ye Jia! celery! Liu Min! They looked at the person in front of them who was wearing glasses with the eyes of a giant panda, unlike the me who was dressed in shabby clothes and went crazy with them five months ago. "Can't you recognize him?" My joy overflowed. "Indeed, he's not used to wearing glasses." Xiao Bao pointed at me and said to the three of them. Celery said: "Long time no see. I miss you so much. Come and give me a hug." Hey, I didn't stretch out my hands in a joking tone like the humorous me five months ago and said with a smile: "Come on. Just hug her." Then he looked at her embarrassment expectantly with sincere eyes. But now it's "men and women don't give or take each other." The casual chat that followed made me feel a little bit different from before. We hadn't seen each other for only three months, how could I become like this! What about the old me? Where have you been? Dead? At this time, Chen Jin and his boyfriend happened to come over, and Xiao Bao made a gesture of kissing me on the face, intending to make fun of them. Only then did I find my original feeling. Little Bao was still the same as before, and the two grown men of us were making disgusting movements. The old me is back! I rode Xiao Bao's new bicycle and talked about everything that needed to be said. There is no gathering that will not be separated. It is always unforgettable when we are apart. Celery asked me which class I was in. I stretched out my four fingers and said proudly: "Class 4" Well, Class 4, the number 4 is magical. I am in the first, second, third and fourth classes of junior high school. I gradually fell from a "good student" to a "bad" student, and then made progress in the "bad" situation. During the days of the high school entrance examination, I was also sitting in Class 4, the first grade of junior high school in my school. I have to say that 4 was destined to affect me. life. In the end, Celery just said: "I'm writing to you." In the setting sun, I turned to the south, and they turned to the east. The last meeting left only a goodbye without looking back. The setting sun can dye the streets red, but why does my heart fade? Could it be that this beautiful encounter can only be bought with sadness? I don't believe it, I've changed. But the only thing that hasn't changed is the eternal longing in my heart. At night, listening to the songs coming from the headphones and the quiet guitar strumming, Jia Kui's voice is so pure and sentimental.