In the sixth grade, I met the narrative composition 1, met the five elements and composed a beautiful movement; The breeze meets the flowers and conveys the fragrance of flowers. At the corner of the stairs, I met the dream of my life.
One day in the second day of junior high school, my parents took me to an interest class. I searched for a long time but couldn't find the project I was interested in.
Just as we were about to go home, I met it at that corner. It is a small wooden door with a yellow appearance, which is even more inconspicuous. However, the four characters of "Xiao Yue Calligraphy" inlaid on the door attracted me and made me unconsciously walk into the mysterious corridor behind the door.
At the end, there is another room. A faint scent of ink overflowed the room, brewing, fermenting and jumping on my nose. There are calligraphy characters written in various fonts all around-antique official script, running script and flying weeds. These characters, outlined with beautiful black lines and strange brushwork, fascinated me and intoxicated me at once.
"I want to learn this!" I shouted it out. Since then, the long and arduous road of calligraphy has begun.
I never thought that Chinese characters could be written so beautifully. I really fell in love with calligraphy. Little me, for the first time, I have such a strong interest in one thing. Every time I write calligraphy, I always concentrate on it and even get carried away. Sometimes I forget the time, pick up the pen and never put it down. One stop is two hours. When I wake up, my legs are numb, even if I move my muscles a little, my love for calligraphy will not decrease, because all my efforts have been rewarded, which is also the driving force for me to move on.
Six years have passed in a blink of an eye. I changed from a young and ignorant child to an adult. My voice has changed and grown a lot. However, my sincere heart for calligraphy has never changed. In the past six years, I have experienced the joy when I won the prize, the nervousness when I took the stage and the loss when I lost the election. These are my precious experiences. Perhaps, at the moment I met that door, all this was doomed, and my life goal was set at that meeting.
Six years of persistence, six years of persistence, all this is because of that wonderful encounter. There is still a long way to go in the future. I don't know who I will meet or what I will meet, but I will cherish every encounter. I believe they will definitely make my life more brilliant!
The water in my hometown is so clear, the mountains in my hometown are so beautiful, the air in my hometown is so clear, and the sky in my hometown is so clear.
In the spring of April, the grass is so full of vitality and self-improvement, breaking through the ground and trying to drill its head out of the soil. Looking around, how humble a grass is. Looking from a distance, it is just a thick green sea, but there are still many poets who pour pen and ink just to praise the indomitable and tenacious spirit of the grass. Similarly, a big tree looks thick and tall, with lush foliage, but it is also made up of little by little green.
The saplings planted on a whim that day were happy when they were first planted. I believe they will grow as tall as me soon, but in a few days, thunder and lightning flashed and it rained cats and dogs overnight. The alternation of gorgeous life and fragile moments makes me speechless for a long time. My heart is like frost, which makes people deeply moved. At this time, grandma came to help the sapling and gave me a firm look. I probably understand the meaning and significance. I didn't give up planting again, but reinforced it. When I grew up, I came back and saw this tree. Although it doesn't grow as tall and strong as other trees, it can at least give me cool air, at least it is healthy.
Suddenly, a breeze blew and fresh leaves fell on my skirt. At that moment, it was quiet With a lot of feelings and understanding of things, fertilizing and watering young trees gave me cool air, which made me not so hot in hot summer, and I was a little cool and gratified.
This wonderful moment makes me feel that people will encounter many unsatisfactory things in their lives, and it is impossible to get satisfaction. When you encounter some unhappy things or difficulties and setbacks, don't try to escape, but overcome them and face them bravely. Don't get lost in the dark, learn to look for light in the dark and be happy with the future. Energy and hope will make us more confident. Just like a big tree, although a leaf is insignificant, in Qian Qian, it is a living body composed of thousands of leaves. A big tree, if it falls, it doesn't matter It can thrive with tenacious vitality like human beings, and it can be "resurrected by blood" again!
In fact, everything in the world is a charming encounter. Everyone can meet their own wonderful life. Life has precipitated many feelings of the soul, leaving indelible traces and initial memories. We will suddenly find that all the right and wrong in the world are just fleeting. The most important thing is how we feel inside.
In life, everyone will be more or less influenced by someone else's actions or words, and what I still remember vividly is the meeting in that corner.
I remember that on the day of school, I trudged to school, and my schoolbag seemed to be much heavier than before-I failed the exam again yesterday. During that time, my grades generally declined, which made me very depressed. I can't lift my spirits in class every day, and the teacher doesn't listen at all. That day, as usual, I turned into the west lane, and there was a breakfast shop at the corner. I have never noticed it before. Although it is small, it looks neat and there are not many guests. The male shopkeeper is a foreigner, about forty years old. Whenever guests come, he always greets them warmly with his trademark smile on his face. Just then, a guest appeared outside the door. When the guest entered the store, the shopkeeper immediately moved a chair for him, cleaned up the table, poured the guest a cup of barley tea, pointed to the menu on the wall and asked the guest, "What do you want?" The guest took notes while talking, and then hurried to the kitchen to prepare it for him. Before long, I watched him walk towards the guests with a hot breakfast. When the guest finished checking out, a thick layer of sweat appeared on the shopkeeper's forehead. At the end of the day, although he was very tired, he actually didn't make much money, but it didn't affect him. His face is always permeated with a faint smile. Looking at his busy figure, I feel a little admiration. I stepped up my pace and continued to walk to school.
We can often see many migrant workers like him around us. Their life and diet are very simple. They are all struggling for their own lives. Although they are hard, they live a full and satisfied life. As for me, my parents have prepared everything for me and I have no worries about food and clothing. Why don't I study hard? From then on, I cheer up, study hard and improve my grades slowly. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I will think of the warm smiling face and busy figure of the shopkeeper. I will never give up on myself again, but try to solve it.
It was the shopkeeper and the corner that made me feel the beauty of the world and inspired me to keep moving forward.
In the sixth grade, I met narrative composition 4. It was raining in Mao Mao, and my father and I wandered around the West Lake in a depressed mood.
Somehow, I got a strange disease, and dandruff would fall off all over my skin. What's worse, it was extremely itchy. I have been ill for two months, and my father has taken me everywhere to seek medical advice and medicine, but it has been fruitless.
I wish I were dead. I wrapped myself up, even my ankles and wrists. By the West Lake, my father took me out to play, but the drizzle was silent. Looking from a distance, a bridge on the West Lake seems to be submerged, and even the lotus flowers in the West Lake gradually wither. These scenes make me feel worse.
When my father saw that I kept bowing my head, he began to speed up. Because my father and I used umbrellas, I followed my father's footsteps to speed up the pace, and then began to trot. I want to ask my father why he suddenly stood up, but the depressed mood hangs over me like a dark cloud in the sky, making me silent and just following my father silently.
Finally, my father finally came to his senses and stopped. Me, too, squatted down to tidy my trouser legs for fear that others would see my skin. Looking up, I unconsciously came to the bridge submerged by the lake. I really saw someone walking on the bridge. I thought the bridge was flooded by the lake and no one would pay attention to it. As I approached, I saw the bustling people walking on the bridge with umbrellas. I suddenly remembered that this is the famous West Lake Broken Bridge! Surprisingly, in the drizzle, it is broken from a distance, but it is continuous. What is even more surprising is that the lotus flowers by the lake are in bud, like shy little girls, full of vitality in shyness.
At this moment, my father turned to me and said, "Look, isn't it as bad as you think?" I nodded cheerfully, as if I understood something. At this time, my father paused and said, "Life is the same. It looks dull and tasteless, but it is not the case until you have experienced it. Sometimes when you feel that something is hopeless, don't give up. Many things are not as bad as you think, and there will even be some unexpected surprises for you. " Look! There are several little dragonflies resting on the lotus. "
I tried my best to keep an eye on all this and listen carefully to every word my father said. The scenery in front of me seems to have a magic power that attracts me. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and a ray of sunshine came in, warming the earth and shining on my ankle.
Thank you for your meeting.
When we are alive, we will meet many things, poetic seasons and all kinds of people ... I am very grateful for that encounter, which has made me fruitful and unforgettable.
Some time ago, our city held the "Chaoshan Xinghe Cup" on-site painting and calligraphy contest. After layers of selection, I was lucky enough to be a preliminary contestant and qualify for the finals on behalf of my school. Recalling the experience of the preliminary round, I was filled with emotion.
I clearly remember that I couldn't sleep well for several nights before the preliminaries-what should I draw? What can I draw that is new? One morning after school, I rode home with two panda eyes on my bike.
The sunshine is just right, but the breeze is not dry. Walking into a familiar alley, I looked up inadvertently, and the scenery I saw made me feel refreshed and surprised. I can't help but stop. I never noticed that a "ceiling" built by that family was so beautiful! Layers of vines climb up along the built bamboo pole, forming an emerald barrier at the top. If you look closely, you can still see a few shy yellow and white flowers in the gap from time to time. In the sunshine, this picture adds a bit of charm. The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the projection form an amazing tone contrast. The plants originally used for decoration are the only highlights of this painting. That's right! This is the charm of nature!
How lucky I am to meet it today! Behind this plant, there is a disgusting wall covered with moss. Under the irradiation of these plants, a layer of light green and yellowish color is exposed. It was originally embedded in the red tile on the wall, but after the reflection of light, it entered the human eye in a light green ochre color ... I just looked at this photo and enjoyed the pleasure brought by beauty. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. It would be wonderful if I could paint this scene with a brush. ...
So, in the preliminary competition, I relied on the impression in my mind to meet that beautiful picture again, and I quickly finished my work. I named it Lane, and the last painting made me qualify for the finals I dreamed of!
There is no denying that on that occasion, I met the beautiful scenery and the charm of nature that I usually ignored! But more importantly, I also learned to find beautiful eyes!
When I met narrative composition 6 in the sixth grade, there was a smell that could not be expressed in words. Maybe it's just an ordinary smell, but it won't be forgotten for a long time. Grandma made it-Yangzhou fried rice.
Every time I go back to my hometown, my grandmother always cooks Yangzhou fried rice for me. Grandma's fried rice is made of carrots, cucumbers, sausages, eggs, shallots and mung beans. As the name implies, it is rice. Because her fried rice is very clear and crystal clear. The colors are red, orange, yellow, green and white, and the taste is salty and fresh. Grandma's ingredients are Thai rice, mung beans and cucumbers are just picked in the yard, shallots are planted in the garden, and even sausages are watered by grandma herself. So grandma's fried rice is my favorite. However, my grandmother died of illness. Since then, I have never eaten her fried rice. However, that smell makes me unforgettable for a long time!
After eating a lot of fried rice, I couldn't taste grandma. Her fried rice is exquisite but not greasy. Until one day I smelled that smell, and that smell made me feel grandma's existence.
That day, I just walked out of Xinhua Bookstore with my friends and was just about to get something to eat. Suddenly I smelled a familiar smell, coming from the grandmother who copied Yangzhou rice in front. I bought a copy with my friend. She is a kind grandmother with silver hair. Yes, that's the smell. My friend gave me a surprised look and asked me what I smelled. I'm like a person who hasn't eaten Yangzhou fried rice for 3 thousand years, and said "grandma's taste" I wolfed it down again and again, unwilling to say another word. Its ingredients are similar to grandma's, so the taste goes without saying. I asked the kind grandmother how this Yangzhou fried rice was fried. She replied shallowly: "It was fried with my heart. These dishes are all grown by myself. They have no pollution, no pollution. They can be healthy after eating. " I'm eating Yangzhou fried rice. I'm not wolfing it down, but slowly tasting it. My tears fell down. I just feel that my grandmother has never eaten such delicious Yangzhou fried rice since she left, and I accidentally met her here today!
I didn't look for it on purpose. Maybe this is just an opportunity given to me by God. Let me taste grandma again and realize my sleeping dream. Let me meet unexpectedly!
Meeting Narrative Composition 7 in Grade 6 Thank you for meeting the best of you in the most beautiful time.
So the sunshine lingers at your fingertips, tangled into beautiful scenery and polished into a poetic watercolor painting. Scenes of the past quietly emerged. ...
Half a flower blooms for you and me.
It's snowing, it's snowing. We met on this snow-covered path. At the age of three, I rubbed some ignorant eyes and looked at you blankly. The smile on your face is more prosperous and the smile in your eyes is full. It is unbelievable that someone in the world can smile so beautifully.
You looked at me in a daze, reached out and folded a budding red plum and stuffed it into my hand with a smile. The transparent red petals are covered with a thin layer of snow, which looks like your smile, so pure and warm. Sniff, lingering at the tip of your nose is the fragrance of plums, the cold of snow, and your warmth.
I don't know. Do you remember?
Half-season floral fragrance, warm language.
I am nine and you are twelve. I'm still the inexperienced girl, but you're not who you used to be. You started studying in the city and rarely stayed with me. Even if you go home, you are still struggling with your homework and can't accompany me. The flowers are blooming again, and I can smell them again, but I can't find you.
"Girl, call." Grandma's voice broke my meditation. After answering the phone, a familiar voice sounded in my ear: "Girl, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to enjoy the plum blossom this year." Hearing this familiar word, my eyes moistened. I went back to pick up the red berries in the snow and sniffed them hard. The warmth seems to linger on my nose again.
I don't know if you have forgotten.
The flowers are half cold, but they still feel the same.
Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder, blindfolded me, and the familiar Xiang Mei appeared instantly. "Brother, are you back?" I asked calmly. You smiled without saying a word, just inserted a gorgeous red plum, a blooming flower and a warm fragrance in my hair.
Brother, meeting you is the luck of my life.
It is a blessing in your life to meet narrative composition 8 in the sixth grade. Meeting your favorite thing or best friend is your greatest luck.
Tang Hua, that's an elegant name. The ingredient is sugar, hence the name "sugar"; Picturesque in shape, it is called "painting". Tang Hua is the favorite food of some folk craftsmen.
I met Tang Hua one afternoon.
It was a holiday afternoon, and I had nothing to do and dozed off lazily at my desk. Suddenly, a loud cry broke the silence in the afternoon: "I sold Tang Hua-"I was so excited that I touched my flat stomach. I was thinking of buying something to fill my stomach as a snack, so I took the money and ran downstairs.
Downstairs, many people, including children and adults, gathered in front of the stall selling Tang Hua. The artists selling Tang Hua are already very busy. I saw him first use a big pot, put water and some sugar, and then turn on a small fire to boil the water dry. Then add water and slowly dissolve sugar with warm water, which becomes the raw material of Tang Hua.
Finally, he turned off the fire, scooped up a spoonful of sugar juice with a big spoon and slowly moved it to the already prepared slate. When he tilted slightly, a little sugar juice flowed down and dripped on the bluestone board, and his hand moved quickly. Being an artist in Tang Hua has no manuscripts; These paintings are all in his mind. To be a Tang Hua, you must have a well-thought-out plan and strike while the iron is hot. I saw an artist from Tang Hua, the Zodiac Killer, coming at once. Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, Zhuge Liang, flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals, all with the wisps of sugar, vividly displayed in front of me.
I got my Tang Hua from an artist in Tang Hua. It's my zodiac dog. I put it in the sun and enjoyed it for a long time before I barely took a bite. Ah! Crispy and sweet, just like my childhood memories.
You may laugh: "You want to eat Tang Hua, why pour this article?" No, no, eating Tang Hua is easy for me. I will melt sugar in boiling water, then boil it dry, dissolve it in water and pour it into my mouth. It tastes exactly like Tang Hua. I miss Tang Hua because I want to see it. At least, half want to see and half want to eat. I eat Tang Hua not only for my mouth, but also to enjoy the process of making Tang Hua.
Meeting Tang Hua was a great blessing in my life. I hope our folk snacks, like Tang Hua, are delicious and have appreciation value, and can be passed down all the time.