Encounter composition 1 In the spring of that year, I met unexpectedly under the vast sky and slowly savored your time.
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In spring, everything recovers, the grass is lush, and the air is full of the fragrance of flowers and plants, full of vitality. How lucky I am to meet unexpectedly in this beautiful season.
The first time I met you was that quiet night two years ago. Sending out the fragrance of ink, "morning flowers pick up in the evening", reading classic and simple articles, I always feel very cordial in my heart. From then on, I was lucky enough to meet you and become attached to it-Lu Xun.
Say to power, "No!"
Reading Diary of a Madman is listening to your crying. It is a "cannibal" society that exploits people. The richer the rich, the poorer the poor. You don't have the heart to do nothing. I only heard your cries, which awakened soul of china, the people of China, and pushed them to start the revolution. In the face of threats and inducements of power, you shout, "No!" How brave and generous!
Say to corruption: "No!"
I read Regret for the Past to feel your hesitation. In those sad times, you have no place to live in chastity and self-control. The Qing dynasty didn't allow you. The Republic of China was so corrupt. You were wandering and didn't know where to go in life. However, you have found your own destination-abandoning medicine and joining literature! Wake up the sleeping people with words and light up the way forward for the country. In the face of a corrupt society, you shout, "No!" How generous and tenacious!
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"Bow your head a thousand fingers, bow your head and be a willing ox." This is your portrayal. "What are you from? It's just a house that is about to collapse. Even if all the rafters are on me, I can still stand up and fight. " This is your attitude towards society. In the dark ages, you bravely lit an ever-burning lamp to wake up the sleeping people and light the way forward. For the white terror, you are fearless and shout loudly: "If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence!" For threats, intimidation and inducements, you shout, "No!" How brave, generous, generous and tenacious!
Buddha said, "Three generations of reincarnation must be predestined." Fortunately, I met you-Lu Xun. When I met you, I understood your outlook on life and your soul of china. Suddenly, the Sri Lankan people are at the end of the historical tide and look back frequently.
Encounter by chance composition 2 There will always be many unexpected encounters in life-meeting all kinds of people and things. Meeting unexpectedly again and again, ordinary or touching, will always add a thick or light stroke to our life journey.
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"alas! Life is so busy now, my heart is so tired! " Somehow, I often shout a few words at home intentionally or unintentionally. "Don't worry about eating, don't worry about wearing. I feel so much at a young age, I really don't know how to bless! " Grandma always says this every time she sees me like this, but I don't always pay attention.
It's autumn equinox, and the wind is cool on my face. I stole a long time and came downstairs for a walk.
The south side of the community is being demolished. At the beginning of work, the machine will make a deafening roar and busy workers will shuttle back and forth. But the construction site was quiet in the afternoon, and people couldn't help but stop to check the progress of the construction site.
"Little classmate, how did you run here? What can I do for you? " The voice suddenly sounded. I looked inside and saw a man sitting at the door of a humble shed, smiling kindly at me. It may be because of long-term sun exposure that my face is red with sauce, but it doesn't look old. "It's okay, come and have a look. And you are? " "Look at the construction site." "Look at the construction site?" My heart is full of doubts. He is young, but all the people who look at the construction site are elderly people. Seeing my doubts, he spoke. "I'm less than forty this year. Three years ago, my leg was accidentally injured. The company gave a sum of compensation, but the money was not enough for the family to eat and drink all the year round. Even if I spend enough, how can I, a big man, sit around doing nothing? Isn't that a waste? " So, after the injury, he returned to the construction site. Seeing that he is an honest man, the boss arranged a job for him to look at the construction site. Although his salary is not high, he still works hard because he has to support his family. "I am willing to think about the happiness of the whole family and the United States!" He said proudly with a calm expression and a happy smile on his face.
Seeing his cheerful and open-minded appearance, I can't help but fall into meditation: his life is hard and ordinary, but it is beautiful and upward. Think about yourself. I have excellent learning environment and living conditions, teachers' earnest instruction, parents' careful company, fashionable warm clothes and delicious food cooked by my grandmother ... I don't lack anything. What reason do I have to worry about giving new words? I want to learn to be content and grateful.
Thank you for this unexpected encounter, which has added a beautiful stroke to my growth path!
Meet three beautiful songs, melodies from all over the world. The outstanding musician Mei played a beautiful piece of music for us. Beauty, a noble thinker, tells us profound morality and ethics. Beauty, she is a philanthropist who is enthusiastic about public welfare, bringing us hope of life, overthrowing the dark, hungry and cold poor life and bringing us a long-awaited happy life!
In the fields exposed to the scorching sun, farmers who get up early and get greedy all day long work hard, and only ask for three meals a day to eat and wear warm clothes, and not to go hungry and freeze. When farmers are doing farm work in the fields, they can't help humming local folk music to eliminate the fatigue caused by labor. The women sang heartily, and Sang Men sang. Although this song was not very good, it had spread all over the fields at that time, and it also flowed into the hearts of farmers like a clear stream, nourishing thirsty hearts and making them glow with active brilliance.
On the bus, an old lady with silver hair and crutches rubbed on the bus step by step. She saw that all the seats on the bus were full, and silver hair floated on her helpless cheeks, showing her helplessness. The scene is really sad. At this time, a little girl wearing a red scarf and full of spring is pulling her sleeve. "Grandma, this seat is for you. Please sit down." She said, and helped her to her seat. Your mind is really good. Grandma's legs and feet are not flexible, so you have to stand up if you are wronged. ""Grandma, don't say that. This is the basic moral theory taught by the teacher. "Grandma heard this, tears kept pouring out of her deep eyes and kept saying," Baby, you are so kind to others, there must be good news in the future. "
At some point, tears immediately ran down her cheeks and landed on the back of the little girl's hand. "Don't cry, don't cry, grandma, did I do something wrong? Grandma! Grandma! Don't cry, don't cry-"The little girl comforted her grandmother anxiously, as if she had done something wrong. "Baby, you are right about everything." There is nothing wrong with the little girl, but the grandmother was moved to tears by the beauty of the little girl.
In the hospital bed, the disease erodes the patient's body like a devil, making the patient miserable. At this time, they are struggling to the death with the disease. What they need most is the beauty from society, which is love. With this power, he can overcome the disease and get a second life, and beauty brings him this power, which enables patients to overcome the disease invincible, untie the shackles of life and enjoy the happiness of life.
In fact, beauty is really a beautiful melody anywhere in the world. Beauty, she has been adding many kinds of bright colors to this society and sketching a colorful picture for this society.
What a beautiful word it is to meet unexpectedly. When you were born, you and your parents were the happiest meeting. When you are with the person you love, you and he are the sweetest meeting, and my meeting with that person is the warmest and so accidental meeting.
I was seven years old at that time, and in the memory of several years, that incident was the most unforgettable thing for me.
"The sun shines in the sky, flowers smile at me, birds are saying …" I hummed a brisk song and went to art class as usual, but after class, my father's figure slowly appeared in the corridor. After ten minutes and twenty minutes, I waited for half an hour for my father to come. My forehead began to sweat, my hands kept moving and I was sweating all over. Seeing that I was still here, Mr. Wu came over and asked, "Xin Ran, where's your father?" When she saw that I was about to cry, she called my father at once, but she stayed with me until she was going to class. Teacher Wu said to me uneasily, shall I take you to the security room? I nodded my head gently.
Suddenly, an aunt saw me sitting alone in the security room, so she put her things there and quickly came over to ask me, little friend, where are your parents? I wiped my tears and told the whole story intermittently. She asked me, "Do you know your parents' telephone number? You have a class next, right? Which classroom is this? "She asked several questions in a row. I seemed a little dizzy at that time, and I couldn't even remember my parents' phone number and where the classroom was. I replied: I have a calligraphy class below. But I can't remember where the classroom is. After listening, she took my hand without saying anything and began to show me the classroom. She searched for the classroom one by one. She even called the academic affairs office to find my father's number. She took me from the first floor to the fifth floor. I looked at her gratefully with tears in my eyes.
Finally found my classroom and saw my anxious father at the door of the classroom. I flew over and buried myself in my father's clothes and cried. I wanted to turn around and say thank you to this kind aunt, but unexpectedly, she has quietly left ... I don't even know her name.
Perhaps that brief encounter was in an ordinary time and place, but that warm words and warm actions doomed this accidental encounter to be extraordinary.
Meet unexpectedly, this accidental meeting seems to be God's decision to make the world warm. "Because I met you, everything is doomed ..."
Meeting by chance is so strange and so familiar. ...
Stepping on the golden land, I slowly walked on the streets that lost their vitality during the day. The air is humid, and the drizzle in Mao Mao is lighter and softer than the catwalk. It falls on the leaves and becomes the dribs and drabs knocking on the road. Reveal a secret. Wet and poetic.
Before I knew it, I had passed a crossroads, and the melodious flute floated by my ears. The sad voice made me take a step forward. In that corner, there is an old man who plays the flute. There are too many wrinkles around his eyes, and wisps of silver are flying on his head. Why are you so sad?
Out of curiosity, I took a closer look. I saw him with his eyes closed, as if all his thoughts were devoted to the music he was playing, regardless of whether passers-by would look at him or not. In front of him stood a shabby enamel tea jar filled with coins and change. The faded old leather coat, thick beard and vicissitudes of life are vividly reflected here. Finally, at the end of the song, he opened his bright eyes, which were out of line with his age, and I was at a loss for a moment.
"Little girl, it's getting dark, why are you still wandering in the street? Hurry home and don't let your parents worry. "
"Oh." I don't know why, but he feels more like an elder who cares about me. I feel a little warm on this slightly cold rainy day.
"Grandpa, it's okay. I'll come out to play and go back later. "
Then, I talked with him a lot. I know he has been wandering alone for many years, and the flute that followed him has turned yellow. For some reason, I begged him to play another song. The wonderful flute sounded again. People who leave their hometown miss their hometown so much. I held back the warmth in my eyes, quietly turned on my mobile phone and recorded this song. Then, with trembling hands, I took out all my change, put it in the teapot and left quietly. The music is still melodious, but the feelings mixed in it are hard to tell. Perhaps, this old man will keep blowing, and I will never know what will happen to him in the future if I overhear him. Maybe until he is white-haired and wrinkled, he will still walk with vigorous steps in a corner, with a smile on his mouth and the sound of the flute still beautiful.
I didn't bother him. I sorted out my thoughts and let the rain fall on my body and shoulders. An accidental meeting gave me a lot of insights. Maybe it was just a chance encounter. There is nowhere to hide the warmth in my heart. ...
I heard that for the rest of my life, we will meet again and meet unexpectedly. ...
Accidentally meet in the spring when everything is reviving, we are looking forward to meeting a gorgeous spring scenery in the breeze at the corner of time. However, in the autumn wind, I inadvertently turned around and met you standing in the wind, and the beautiful vines that surprised the time welled up in my heart. ...
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This is a cold autumn day, and the last warmth of the year has quietly faded. I don't know whether the autumn wind is more bleak or the winter has knocked at the door. It happened that at this time, I had to go to my study class.
I curled up my arms on my chest and trotted to the door of the community. The branches around the community are mainly pale yellow-green, and occasionally a few leaves fade to gray. They are all fighting for their lives. I was fiddled with by the strong wind, and I couldn't help leaning to one side when I walked. I hate weather, but I can't resist it.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a different set of colors. They are brightly colored. I hurried to see-it was Qiuju! The biggest thing is that clusters of red flowers with big bowls, thin stems and short and thin sepals hold up the hope of blooming one after another! The outermost petal is bloody, that's its hard work! The petals are densely staggered in turn, and the more they go up, the slimmer they become and the smoother they become. There are tiny golden stamens in the deep petals, just like a dancer's beautiful dress, with red pleats as the bottom skirt and colorful clothes as the top. The tip of the petal is white, which complements the red at the root of the petal. Ha, how like a naughty child with flour and red face arguing with other partners! It's also like a shy woman's little pink on her blushing cheeks.
Smaller flowers are stretched and flattened, and may have fewer petals. They look a little thin, but they are also very attractive. They have a white background, and the petals are decorated with some pastel at the roots. If a piece of white and flawless jade is carefully carved and plated with some extreme handicrafts of pink cloisonne.
There is also a flower inlaid with linear petals, which is red and purple, more like a purple fluffy ball tied to a green stem, smart and lovely. This flower and the first two complement each other, one is brilliant and dazzling! Strangely, they didn't care if I was messy in the wind. My short body blooms in the wind. This gorgeous color has burned out the bleak autumn, ignited the faded warmth and ignited the upward hope! This makes me respect. Isn't this the warmth I have always kept and pursued?
Chrysanthemum is one of the "four gentlemen in flowers" since ancient times. I have never experienced its seclusion, but I have witnessed Qiuju's pride against frost and snow and her fear of cold. I don't understand, and even hate, its playful network meaning. Maybe when you meet Qiu Ju unexpectedly, you will agree with me!
You know, the world is not beautiful, not always so beautiful, but we must adapt, because we have nowhere to go. This is what the author said to his autistic son in "Dad loves Xihe".
When I heard this sentence, I just entered the ninth grade world, and I was almost out of breath because of successive exam failures and heavy academic tasks.
The results of the final exam in the second volume of the eighth grade were particularly unsatisfactory, and I was reprimanded by my parents when I got home. I am in unspeakable pain, but now I can't even get any comfort. The more I think about it, the angrier I get: "points, points, points! You care about this. Can't you live if you don't do well in the exam? " Then he turned and rushed into the house, closed the door and turned a deaf ear to the outside voice. That summer vacation, I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out this question: "Who is more important, me or the score?" Later, the ninth grade monthly exam was another battle of Waterloo, and I sometimes rashly thought of such a sentence: "I don't want to live if I live, but I dare not die if I die." It's a great irony.
Some people have nothing to say, and some words have nothing to say, so I began to like reading. No one in the book will blame me, and no one will force me to do something I don't like. How nice!
Dad loves Xihe River is a book I accidentally read after reading the introduction. The author of this book used to be a director, and later his son was diagnosed with autism. Knowing this news, the young father just said calmly, "I think my life may change." Since then, he and his wife have embarked on a long road, taking their son to the training center, teaching him all kinds of things and writing books for his son at night. I think it must be very hard for them to accompany their son, but the young father has been very calm and quiet during the painful process. All his negative emotions can't be seen in the book at all. There is only joy in the book. But this book, I have been reading, laughing and crying.
The world is not always beautiful, but God always scatters hope. We can't change the world, so let's change ourselves and make the bad things a little better. This is something to be happy about.
How grateful I am for this unexpected warmth, which makes me beautiful. I don't think I will choose to give up again.
It is good to meet 8 people unexpectedly, but the tempering of years has made me strong and gradually indifferent. The once crystal clear heart has been cocooned by the earthly wind and sand, and it can no longer feel beautiful. With this heavy heart, I trudged indifferently alone until you appeared. This is an unexpected beauty.
I wrapped my coat tightly and shuttled through the crowd. Poor winter, the wind mixed with ice and snow. There are countless people under the obscure sky. At this moment, the crowd really rushed into the street. Curious, I squeezed in and saw that it was a beggar. Beggars nowadays are very skilled, although he is better, pretending to be an international student who has lost money and moved here. Obviously, what happened to him didn't awaken the indifferent and intelligent passers-by. After a burst of discussion and laughter, people immediately dispersed. Faced with this suspicious beggar, no one is willing to help.
I understand the thoughts of passers-by, who hope that their help can see the effect in a short time. Although I am not as sophisticated as passers-by, I hope my help is valuable. So I began to look at him carefully. A disheveled hair lay on his head like grass, and his two hands were twisted uneasily with cold.
Suddenly found a beggar carrying a schoolbag. I immediately thought of an idea-rummaging through his schoolbag to verify his identity, so I approached. Suddenly, a pink figure stood in front of the boys one step ahead of me. That is a beautiful little girl with a ponytail. I saw her crouching down slowly, holding the boy's hand and putting a crumpled paper money in the boy's open palm. A silvery voice came into my ears: "Brother, don't worry, you will definitely go home!" " "I saw the boy's dirty face full of excitement." Thank you! "Warm words hurt my heart like a sword. I immediately felt ashamed and ran away from this warm scene.
After that, the beautiful girl I met unexpectedly and the boy who raised money to go home never appeared on the road again. But there will always be different beggars, who may be hiding under heavy camouflage or in a tragic fate, and I don't want to pursue them. Because that girl made me understand that true kindness is not divided by the good and evil of charity objects, but the purest idea of helping others germinates from people's hearts.
Thank you for that unexpected encounter, which made my youth journey full of sunshine from now on; Thank you, the girl I met unexpectedly, for letting me feel the beauty of life and inner kindness again.
There is an old bookcase in the northwest corner of my home. There are curved wrinkles on the brown wooden bookcase, like the years flowing on my father's hands. Those happy or sad days, snowy or warm days, this bookcase is like an indomitable spirit, silently guarding this small home. Over time, the books in it have been changed again and again, and they are still the same, not wrinkled by the snow-white head or the wind.
It is like a wise old man, leading me to the palace of books. If the bookcase is an excellent guide, then the book is a lively girl. Every time I open a book, it is a warm encounter.
This book is about a dying old man. It knows all kinds of tricks in the world, the infinite beauty in the world, the grand ambition in the heart and the endless sadness in the heart. The book is an excellent painter, who leads the world endlessly, dances the mountains magnificently and beautifully, and paints a beautiful picture with elegant brushwork; This book is a gentle woman. She holds a jade hand and embroiders beautiful pictures. She praised the elegance and nobility of the pavilion. She sang long poems and tore her heart out. She loves the infinite scenery of time.
Books always lead me through the yellowed history, colorful present and unpredictable future. Exhausted, I opened the book with a smile, feeling warm in my heart, like cotton candy that has not melted yet. The heart is like a box, which is opened for books again and again. "There are kites in spring, fish in summer, robins in autumn and geese in winter." As soon as the books are opened and closed, the long days ride in a curved boat, rippling and slipping into the distance inadvertently. In the early spring, the ice is not melted, the birds are not singing, the book knocks on the first fragrance of flowers, the light smoke floats out of Yachuan canteen, pushing away the cloudy sky, and the warm food opens up the thoughts that have been entangled in your heart for many years; In late autumn, cicadas stop singing and fruits shake. The book takes off the first sweetness of fruit, "slow reading is rain" and experiences slow life. The autumn rain falls gently, not surprising the prosperity, and brings you intimate comfort.
When you meet a book, every breath of air is sweet; In the time with books, every autumn wind is warm. Spend a lazy morning with books and literature; There are books and knowledge, and * * * enjoys the bright starry sky at night.
I'm lucky to be alive. I just want to have you for life.
You told me that life is not easy, and you told me the experience of growing up. "Between moonlight and snow, you are the third kind of beauty." You are gentle as spring breeze, passionate as summer rain, romantic as autumn leaves and quiet as winter snow. Time passed gently, and I sat on the steps, holding a book "Alive" in my hand, recalling those small days in the past. The sun shone warmly through the window, and the snow and fatigue dissipated.
After a long time, I occasionally have troubles, just because of you, the snow is not there.
"From the moment we met, you were my star."
I wake up in the morning and feel very smooth. The light passes through the cracks in the tree and reflects countless points of light. I only love the color of the new day, the faint golden light. I only love the color of the new day, the faint golden light, although not dazzling, but full of vitality. This is the beginning of a new day, so comfortable and full of sunshine weaving cheerful notes, flowing in my heart, I feel refreshed.
It rained for several days and finally cleared up. The morning after rain is the best time for morning exercise, and no one wants to miss it.
The pots and pans in the yard are full of rain, mixed with the fragrance of earth, and my heart is cool. I gulped it down and couldn't stop. The leaves were washed clean by the rain and put on new green clothes, which made people shine. I can't wait to go out and see if it will be better outside.
The bird never sleeps late, and has already started to practice its voice, which is crisp and pleasant. Wherever you go, it tastes different and gives people different enjoyment. No one has got up yet, so there is silence all around. The corner of the flower bed has grown new grass, and the soft rose petals are covered with dew, just like a beautiful woman who has just taken a bath, giving people a gentle visual impact.
Come to a garden that is not a garden. I often come here, and this ordinary little place seems to me to be a holy land of inspiration. Every time I come here, I will feel and think from the unexpected beauty. I kept looking, and finally my eyes focused on a meadow. The grass is bright green, and dew sometimes uses it as a springboard. The most surprising thing is that a small rainbow bridge is erected in the gap between the grass and the ground, emitting a faint colorful light. I can't reach the rainbow bridge. Whenever I touch it, it seems to be disappearing. No one wants to destroy this unique beauty. After a while, a little dragonfly was attracted by the scenery. It flew around the rainbow bridge and refused to leave for a long time. I was there, with the rainbow bridge, dragonflies, fresh smells and crisp birds singing. This is undoubtedly a beautiful holy land.
It was not until the disappearance of the little rainbow bridge that I realized that I had stayed here for a long time. I don't want to leave ... the beauty of nature and I met unexpectedly and had close contact. Unconsciously, beautiful memories were imprinted on my mind with beauty. ...
I came across the composition 1 1. Human nature is good, but the tempering of years has made me strong and gradually indifferent. The once crystal clear heart has been cocooned by the earthly wind and sand, and it can no longer feel beautiful. With this heavy heart, I trudged indifferently alone until you appeared. This is an unexpected beauty.
I wrapped my coat tightly and shuttled through the crowd. Poor winter, the wind mixed with ice and snow. There are countless people in the obscure air. At this moment, the crowd is pouring into the street. Curious, I squeezed in and saw that it was a beggar. Beggars nowadays are very skilled, although he is better, pretending to be a robbed international student and moving here. Obviously, his experience did not arouse the pity of indifferent and intelligent passers-by. After a burst of discussion and laughter in the crowd, the people in Mashan dispersed. In the face of this suspicious beggar, no one is willing to give any help.
I understand the thoughts of passers-by, who hope that their help can see the effect in a short time. Although I am not as sophisticated as passers-by, I hope my help is valuable. So I began to look at him carefully. A disheveled hair, like grass, lay on his head, and his two swollen fingers mixed uneasily.
I suddenly found the boy beggar carrying a schoolbag. I immediately thought of the idea-verifying his identity-going through his schoolbag, so I went deeper. Suddenly, a pink figure stood in front of the boys one step ahead of me. That is a beautiful little girl with a ponytail. She crouched down slowly, took the boy's hand and put a crumpled paper towel in the boy's open palm. A silvery voice came into my ears: "Brother, don't worry, you will definitely go home!" " "I saw the boy's dirty face full of feelings. He said "thank you for your trust", and the warm words hurt my heart like a sword. My heart is not as kind and beautiful as a little girl. I immediately felt ashamed and ran away from this warm scene.
After that, the beautiful girl I met unexpectedly and the boy who raised money to go home never appeared on the road again. But there will always be different beggars, who may be hidden in heavy camouflage or miserable fate, and I don't want to pursue them, because that girl made me understand that true kindness is not divided by the good and evil of the charity object, but the purest idea of helping others sprouted from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, the girl I met unexpectedly, for letting me feel the beauty of life and inner kindness again.