Encounter composition 1 The cold and wet Huangmei day is coming, and the rainy day that we haven't visited for a long time meets us again.
In the early morning, I opened my eyes dimly in the "dripping" rain. "Is it raining?" I muttered to myself. Get dressed and come to the window. The city in the rain has a unique charm. Tall buildings are looming in the vast fog, like several mysterious fairy palaces. It's raining, and the wide road is full of small puddles. Pedestrians on the road are carrying all kinds of umbrellas, just like flowers in full bloom in the rain.
A string of glittering and translucent raindrops dripped from the air or fell to the ground, splashing beautiful water droplets; Or knock on the top of the umbrella and make clear music ... Small raindrops are like small pilots, jumping off the clouds next to them one by one. Leaving Mama Yun, they fell into the lake and played with the fish. They are sprinkled on the fields and send sweet nectar to the crops; They float into my heart and brush away my irritability ... lovely raindrops only wish the world a better place.
I can't wait to run downstairs, hold up my umbrella and walk out the door. The cool wind is blowing head-on, mixed with a few cold raindrops. I stood in the world of rain and listened carefully to the sound of rain. It's like a classic song. Raindrops are crisp and bright, leaves rustle, and the wind sings this slow and urgent song with their accompaniment. I tasted it slowly and tasted the rain. It is like a cup of green tea, refreshing and simple, which washes away the filth in the air.
The rain gradually stopped, the air drove away the dirty smog, and the air was filled with the smell of earth. The children ran out of the door in high spirits, and playfully stepped on the puddle with their partners, splashing mud all over. Passers-by put away their umbrellas one after another, and their faces showed a warm smile like sunshine.
Rain, you left, but left people with fresh air;
Rain, you left, but you left the city with a new look. ...
Rain, I look forward to your next meeting with us.
Encounter Composition 2 In today's scientific experiment, everyone conducted an interesting experiment. The teacher asked us to make two kinds of things: baking soda and white vinegar. What happens when these two seemingly unrelated objects are put together? Everyone is a monk in Zhang Er-all at sea.
So, everyone is ready for the experimental station. The teacher said that after pouring the white vinegar, we should cover the cup quickly, which made us even more confused: what medicine does the teacher's gourd Barry sell
Next, put a small amount of baking soda into the cup, then pour in white vinegar and quickly cover it. Wow! But when I saw thousands of bubbles coming out at the same time! With the sound of "before", it really looks like a spewing volcano! It's amazing! It turns out that baking soda and white vinegar together will produce such wonderful things!
However, more exciting is yet to come! It explains why the cover should be covered. But when I saw the teacher take out the paper towel, light it with a lighter and put it in everyone's cups, there was no water! Everyone in the class shouted. In the second class, everyone did a more difficult experiment, pouring the water vapor on the lighted candle. Unfortunately, everyone failed, and the teacher succeeded. The steam in the glass bottle can actually "blow out" the flame!
It turns out that in the mixing of baking soda and white vinegar, chemical changes have taken place, forming a new vapor-carbon dioxide, which is incompatible with ignition, so pouring it on the flame or putting the ignited chemicals in it will put it out.
So, is the remaining sediment still baking soda? Is the remaining liquid still white vinegar? Some students agree with the proposal, while others are against it. I smelled it and smelled a choking smell, neither like baking soda nor white vinegar.
The teacher asked us to dig out books from the database to check the answers. Ah! Find it. What remains is a new chemical substance, the full name of which is "sodium acetate".
In this class, I gained a lot of new professional knowledge, but what impressed me most was the "small volcano" that spewed! I will always remember this romantic encounter!
Poetry is like a wonderful flower in China's classical literature. It is said that "Tang poetry, Song lyrics, Yuan songs, Ming and Qing novels" can be described as immortal masterpieces. In the long history, it is like a boat sailing gracefully and comfortably, passing on the classical poetry culture from generation to generation. ...
Today, in the bright moonlight, the grove is holding an interesting poetry conference to pay tribute to classical poetry.
"It's an old question, I hope people will live for a long time, and the scenery will be good for thousands of miles ..." Beautiful poems "flow" from our mouths. The students scrambled to raise their hands and recite poems in turn. The catchy poems and elegant words express the poet's passionate indignation, deep sorrow and faint homesickness.
We straightened up and recited the classical poem fluently. In front of my eyes, I saw those scholars who wore robes, curled their hair, held bamboo slips and nodded and recited poems. ...
After thousands of years, we used our practical actions and love for poetry to make classical poetry survive in the rapidly passing time.
The second round was followed by the "answer and fill in the poem" competition. The students are all gearing up and ready to go.
The competition between the two groups of players was fierce, and the situation was once very tense. I am immersed in the Wang Yang sea of poetry, and I can't extricate myself. I looked at my classmates' self-confidence and wondered how much "ink" they had in their bellies. I admired them.
At match point, although our team lost to the opponent with a slight advantage, it was still a glorious defeat. This proves that our reserve of poetry is not enough, and we should continue to explore and learn in the ocean of poetry.
This encounter with poetry made me love poetry, the crystallization of classical literature, even more. "There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will search for it." No matter how long it takes, my love for poetry will never change, and my enthusiasm for learning poetry will never change.
Meeting composition 4 is only vaguely remembered by others, but it is repeatedly and deeply engraved in the memory of the fragile people. -Bing Xin
I'm very upset these days.
The sky is gray like crying, the clouds are not free, and the faint air induces an emotion. Dusk bit the lips of the sun, leaving the blood in the sky and dispersing. Two skies, different moods ... The former represents moods, and the latter represents real scenes.
By the afterglow of the sunset, under the guidance of my own shadow, I slowly lowered my head and walked into that strange and familiar forest, that place where my mind rested.
The air in the Woods is especially clear at night. It makes people feel refreshed and comfortable without taking a sip, gradually releasing the heart bound by the pressure of study during the day and quietly calming the cynical heart during the day.
Walking in the Woods, birds and flowers will be felt invisibly, and the idea of returning to nature will be understood unconsciously. Compared with stone cement, the fallen leaves and dead branches at the foot make people walk more comfortable; The wind and birds are singing in the ear, and the whistle of the car sounds very quiet; Compared with high-rise buildings, the flowers and trees around us make people feel more alive when they meet; There is also a harmonious moon overhead, which is fresher than the sun.
Unconsciously, the night invaded the dusk, and tranquility ruled the earth, and no noise was allowed. Even so, I choose to walk in the Woods instead of the streets of the city. Forced to walk home. Aimless, dim light spilled on my body, and a little car noise disturbed my heart mercilessly. Neon lights, KTV halls, night markets and garden communities, these "natural" things virtually oppress my mature heart, making me feel how terrible the world is and how fierce the competition is. I am afraid that one day I will be eaten by that invisible thing, even the bones are left and reduced to ashes.
I still like to walk in the forest all the time, forget the lingering sadness, forget the fame and fortune, and blend in with nature. Because there is no depression and pressure, everything is perfect and there are no defects.
In the end, I will choose "Woods" because it makes me comfortable, rather than being suppressed by the city.
Encounter composition 5 piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, the good times are all in life.
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There is a saying in Sophie's world, "You are too used to this world to be surprised." You always say that life is dull, but you don't pay attention to the beauty of life.
In the morning, the breeze blows gently, leaves fall everywhere, weeping willows dance, insects sing and birds sing. Holding a bamboo basket and stepping on the sunshine, I strolled in the street.
Walking into the market, the grandmother selling vegetables grinned, handed the vegetables to pedestrians in one hand and took money in the other. Grandpa sat next to him, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, fanning grandma again and again. The weather is getting hotter and pedestrians are in a hurry, but it does not prevent the old couple from living in the beautiful little world of live high in the ordinary world, adding a touch of simple poetry to the downtown area.
The setting sun melts gold, and the setting sun covers everything with gold. A woman in a long white dress, lost in her own world. Her long hair fluttered and danced, her long skirt fluttered in the breeze, and the sunset outlined a gentle silhouette on her face. Her smile is so sweet and pure that people can't help but stop and watch.
The night is as cool as water, walking along the forest path. The spring in the park is ringing, and the stars and the moon are shining in that pool of spring water. The moon gives off a faint light with waves and ripples. Dewdrops on the round lotus leaves are inclined, and lotus flowers are in full bloom in the water.
In the moonlight, a group of retired people are dancing square dance. With the music, the old man's limbs move with the music, and the dance is not lost to the young people. They are energetic and slow, and every movement is in place and powerful. In the beautiful song, the leader led everyone to twist their waist, kick their legs and shrug their shoulders. The expressions on the old people's faces look serious and interesting.
I once read such a sentence: "Make every day together into a poem, every scenery we pass by is pleasing to the eye, and the laughter left on the road is the bright sunshine in August."
When you meet the questions that make you hesitate, they are all lovely and naughty girls. They often play a harmless little play with us that "loves but doesn't see". And what we have to do is to interpret all the love at first sight with our bright eyes.
Every exam, there are always some questions, which are so simple and pure, crystal clear pool, plain girls. They don't deliberately whitewash it. Simple without losing style.
There is usually another kind, we will inevitably meet, but we may not see the truth clearly. They are aristocrats on the examination paper, with noble status and prominent reputation. They are beautiful women raised in boudoir. What we have to do is to calculate our inevitable encounter with a calm and wise mind, and we hope that this encounter is extremely clear, relaxed and happy; Then, we will use our sweaty hands, just like warriors with scars of honor, push open the door and uncover layers of gauze. Then, we can see her true colors. At that moment, we were shocked by her beautiful face. We pretended not to care with joy, and our mouths rose slightly!
Obviously, in this paper, there are also many bossy and willful girls. For these, we should persevere, so that there is sweetness in bitterness.
I believe that every test question is a rare work of art, just as we believe that every girl is a masterpiece of heaven.
My exam, I met you inevitably, let's perform a gorgeous dance. Let a hundred flowers blossom, and we will leave a beautiful dance, which is comparable to "high mountains and flowing water". I will use my youth to light the tone of this dance!
Last winter vacation, my family went to Bali for a holiday. One of the scenic spots was the Monkey Park. It is said that there are more than 600 monkeys there, all of which are kept in the monkey park. I am very interested in monkeys, so I want to find out.
When I arrived at the monkey park, I saw the trees in the park were lush and the monkeys ran around the trees from time to time. We walked up the stone steps step by step. Sometimes you will find that some little monkeys will steal bananas sold by staff unexpectedly, and sometimes you will see a little monkey jump on the shoulder of a foreign tourist and refuse to come down, scaring the tourists to cry. If you look up, you may see a female monkey comforting the little monkey to sleep! As we walked, our family said with a smile, this group of Po Hou is so spiritual!
Tired of walking, we rested in the roadside pavilion. Mom gave me a bag of seaweed. I opened the seaweed and ate it with relish. After a while, a fat monkey slowly approached me and stared at the seaweed in my hand. I thought, this monkey doesn't want to eat seaweed, does he? I immediately became wary. As I expected, the monkeys circled around me. Is this Po Hou trying to catch it? At the thought of here, my legs trembled and I broke out in a cold sweat, so we were deadlocked at each other's eyes Suddenly, Po Hou attacked me and came at me like lightning. I got a fright and quickly threw away the seaweed and hid behind my father.
Po Hou picked up seaweed, learned to look like a human being, tore open the packaging bag, smelled it first, wolfed it down, ate it in the blink of an eye, and then licked his fingers, which made us burst into laughter. You see, the monkeys in the monkey park are not to be taunted!
It was a quiet night, and the sky was as dark as black paint. After a hard day, the farmers have gone home to rest, and everything is silent. At this time, I met a forest, a pair of discerning eyes and a pair of sensitive ears, which is indescribable.
When you first entered the forest, you were waiting for a mysterious and profound temptation. In the dead of night, there is only the occasional "squeak" sound from the grass under your feet. Just when you were unprepared, a bean-sized dewdrop bounced off the lush leaves and touched your nose. Cold and cool, your heart becomes crisp in an instant. A breeze blew and the leaves rustled faintly. The soft moonlight sprinkled on the ground, casting the shadow of the roadside saplings, and the light and shadow played a beautiful melody.
Go further inside until you can't see the front head and the back tail. You pricked up your ears and waited patiently, and a special concert quietly kicked off. Look, Cricket runs out to find food, close your eyes and listen carefully. "Like a light and elegant violin, it is delicate, euphemistic and touching." Wind dolls also come to join in the fun. She brushed the treetops, and the leaves made a rhythmic sound like drums, dancing with the piano in the night sky. You can't help looking up at the sky and letting go of your thoughts. Then, a group of fireflies came out with lights on, and their eyes suddenly flashed with neon. From time to time, the beasts in the depths of the forest "groan" and sing loudly, echoing the low songs of small insects. At this moment, you are like being on a stage where sound and light are intertwined, deeply intoxicated.
At dawn, the sun crept up and covered her blushing face. Take a sip of the' natural fragrance' from the forest, and keep the beauty I met last night in my heart forever.
My grandfather, although he is over sixty, still has a childlike innocence. Recently, somehow, he accidentally met a kite.
Grandpa bought a lot of equipment, from the original plastic kite roulette to the current iron kite roulette, from the ordinary kite at that time to the current soft kite, from the busy kite flying at that time to the current flowing water ... It is also a fate that Grandpa can meet kites!
Every time grandpa has any troubles, as long as he flies a kite, his troubles will be completely forgotten, as if the kite had taken away all his unhappiness. Kite, like a friend who can't talk, grandpa can pour out his heart to him.
I remember once, grandpa wanted to take me out to fly a kite, but he was happier than me. It seems that grandpa's world is better because of kites. In Little Square, we saw grandpa skillfully pick up gloves, put on his hat and put on a kite. This series of movements is accurate and quick.
After a while, the wind blew, and my grandfather asked me to run with the kite wheel. I saw him running faster and faster with the wind, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. As soon as grandpa let go, the kite flew. The kite flew higher and higher, and I looked at grandpa. He grasped the kite wheel with both hands and manipulated it skillfully. When the wind blows, grandpa lets go of the thread, and when the wind stops, he tightens it. 1000 meter long line was used up by grandpa. Just as grandpa was proud, suddenly, the kite began to fall. Grandpa began to tighten the thread, but it was too late. The kite fell into the Woods. Grandpa and I hurried to the Woods to look for it. Finally, we found it on a twig.
Although grandpa is very tired, he still doesn't feel tired. I think the meeting between grandpa and kite is not only a perfect meeting, but also a rare fate.
Encounter composition 10 Noise and chaos are like silver beads and drizzle falling on a jade plate, and silver needles like gems dot the valley of Qian Shan, inlaid with green fields, bringing vitality and vitality, waiting for the meeting in spring, summer, autumn and winter. The encounter of spring rain
Spring rain is a vivid sketch. It covers the cold in winter, makes flowers stand out and enjoys the moisture of spring rain. It baptizes the earth, brings vitality to all things, and lets the spring breeze boldly comb the willows. Night rain covers people's eyes and ears, moistens flowers, and outlines the silence and tranquility of rain. Just like an unknown teacher, he teaches us knowledge and gives us the best. The meeting of summer rain
Yu Xia is always so high-spirited, so free and easy, and never indecisive. Just like a man, his masculinity and fortitude have impressed many people through the ages. I dare not say how interesting Yu Xia is, but his generosity is like that of a hero, Xin Qiji, who accomplished Tan Sitong's heroic task of dying for his country.
Encounter in autumn rain
With the refreshing sound of rain, autumn rain came, so charming. He took away the heat of summer. In the autumn rain, maple leaves fall, fruits mature and insects sing. It brings a little coolness and a happy beginning. I have been thinking in the rain for years. The desolation of autumn rain is not only our mood during the transition period between children and adults. It is so sad and fragile. There are many misunderstandings about the world in our hearts. We are all nostalgic. With a little sadness, we like autumn rain and don't know what we want, so we should be true to ourselves when we are confused. When we no longer cry alone at night, we don't like the sadness of autumn rain falling from the sky. We should not be as fragile as autumn rain with faint pain, nor should we be as brave and strong as rain. Everything in the rain seems to be covered with a veil, transparent as water, so hazy, so confused, so vague. Although this is a romantic artistic conception, it is full of sadness, isn't it?
The flowers have fallen and the rain is still falling. I think we should grow up.
Accidental composition 1 1 One long winter, I did nothing at home and went back to campus as if nothing had changed. Before the sun came out, the students shuffled into the campus with heavy schoolbags on their backs. The dead trees are still thin, and the cold wind is still biting. On the path with deep footprints, the figure fell down under the subtle light. I tried my best to resist the attack of sleepiness, and my eyelids drooped through the flower bed. The grass that used to be full of laughter is gone. Listen carefully, the sound of spring has not yet arrived.
But I feel that the oncoming wind woke up from the depths of the ice, slightly stained with gentle and moist new green. The morning light reflected on the body has also changed from thin to warm, and this temperature change seems to indicate that spring is coming.
It's another Tuesday, and classes and homework are piling up. I have many complaints in my heart. After brushing my math homework quickly, I decided to take a walk in the playground to release my stress. In the playground and flower bed that I usually don't pay much attention to, I accidentally met a beautiful one.
A tree with white flowers and green leaves. The green leaves are eye-catching, but they are not as cold as jade, nor as deep as the depths of the lake. Instead, they dye the spring breeze into a vibrant green, which is the green of the grass tips emerging from the ground when everything recovers. The white flowers on the other side are not as dazzling as the green leaves, but they look comfortable. It is not as cold as snow, nor as white as white paper. It is pure white, it is new white, it contains the infinite splendor of the future, and it is full of thousands of vitality in spring. Such an encounter, like lightning, made my eyes shine, instantly awakened me, and made me feel the power of the quiet outbreak of spring.
However, the students are only one step away from the beautiful scenery, but they don't want to stop and enjoy it for a moment. How pathetic!
In the footsteps of spring, the unique scenery of the campus is reflected; Walking, engraved with the beauty of the campus bit by bit; Walking, everywhere is full of vitality. After all, I personally experienced those days, from dawn to sunset, from spring to winter, which is a process that I will never forget and accompany my life.
Accidental composition 12 It is often said that you should read more books to increase your knowledge! I am a naughty boy. I can't sit still and I can't settle down to study. But by chance, I started a different after-school life. That day, my mother and I came to Luoyang. As soon as I got off the bus, I was attracted by the long line in front of me and thought, "What is this? Very lively. " This aroused my strong curiosity to find out. After some struggle, my mother and I finally squeezed into the dense crowd. Only then did I understand-it turned out that this bookstore was holding activities to celebrate! "So lively, I am definitely indispensable!" I said to myself. Holding his mother's hand, he joined a long queue.
My mother and I walked hand in hand into Xinyue Bookstore. As soon as I entered the door, a faint fragrance came to my face. There are different people reading quietly in every corner, such as children with immature faces, white-haired grandmothers with fancy glasses, uncles crossing their legs, and aunts whispering in communication. They are like small fish swimming in the sea, like lambs stepping into the grass, wandering in their own books.
I can't wait to come to the fairy tale area on the second floor, pick up a book and read it quietly. Especially Laughing Cat Diary, there is no new version every time I come, but the old version fascinates me. Sometimes I am moved to tears, sometimes I am furious, and sometimes I am dancing with joy ... The time here is always so short and full, and it always makes me comfortably wander in the castle of fairy tales, which makes me memorable.
As the sun sets, I leave the Xinyue Bookstore step by step. My mother always teases me and says, "Go home alone and leave your soul behind!" Needless to say, I have been dreaming the same dream recently: "A member of the fairy tale kingdom is full of magical power. I moved the bookstore to my home and swam in the ocean of knowledge every day. I am so proud! "
Accidental composition 13 arrived, almost there-before stepping into the courtyard gate, a few wisps of ink could not resist the temptation of the wind and rushed into the nose that was about to wake up.
At first glance, the gardenias on the roadside have been faintly stretched out. Although it is still early spring, the bright green obviously makes people feel that it is in midsummer. Hazy, flowers have been lingering in the nose.
But when the wind blows, this vitality has quietly drifted into the distance, leaving a few strands of unpleasant but refreshing ink. "Hey, there you are. Sit down quickly. " I bumped into the calligraphy teacher as soon as I entered the door, and her warm and sincere words echoed in my ears.
In a short time, the desk used for writing has been combed in order. The desktop is as smooth as a mirror, which makes people unbearable.
As soon as the ink is put and the pen is swiped, the thick ink that provokes people's noses occupies the whole courtyard generously and selfishly. I picked up the pen and dipped it a few times. At this time, that kind of familiar and strange feeling somehow rippled in my heart again.
Horizontal, vertical, left, and si-with a wave of his hand, several square Chinese characters appeared in front of the watcher, as if talking, but without making a sound. One, two, three ... That handwriting is like a long queue during a military parade and a uniform formation during running exercises.
"Reading is like a million volumes, and writing is like a god." Although I haven't read thousands of books, I can put pen to paper, but I have also experienced it carefully.
Every word is like a naughty child. He will never go home unless he plays with himself. But here, ink has become the stench when children return, with a free and unrestrained atmosphere.
I looked up with a pen in my hand and saw the teacher's busy and tired figure, which made me a little moved. Calligraphy is still ordinary, still ordinary, still need to run around, still need to be dusty, but her ink-like moral fragrance will always be remembered in my heart.
The wisp of ink is still at the tip of my nose, stopping and stopping for a long time. ...
Meeting composition 14 "Fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six brothers and sisters are family ..." Whenever I sing this song, I can't help but feel a warm current in my heart, and a past event is clearly printed in my mind.
On a clear Saturday in Wan Li, I went to an interest class alone. Because the interest class is far from my home, I have to take brt. Walking on the spacious road, everything around me is as beautiful as blooming flowers: birds sing to me, young trees dance to me, and grass nods to me ... It is really "easy to know the east wind, colorful is always spring."
Unconsciously, I skipped to the brt station, ready to enter the station, only to hear the aunt who checked in: "this little friend, you haven't paid yet!" " "I put my hand into my pocket, ready to take money. Huh? Where is the money? I looked around, but I couldn't find it. Oh! I suddenly remembered that I was in a hurry to go out and said, "It's because I only wanted to go to class and forgot to bring money. "I am like a depressed bird. The original cheerful mood was suddenly washed away, and the mood just dropped to freezing point.
I'm like an ant on hot bricks again. I have a rash. Just then, I suddenly heard a kind voice: "Don't worry, son, I'll pay!" " "I followed the sound. That is a beautiful Uighur aunt in her forties. She helped me invest money, smiled at me kindly and said, "Let's go, or we'll be late.".
I finally couldn't help it. "Golden Bean" fell like a broken bead, and I excitedly said "Thank you, thank you ..." My heart was filled with infinite gratitude. My Uighur aunt smiled at me and turned away. Under the sunshine, my aunt's back disappeared, but she looked so tall and beautiful. ...
"Han people can't live without ethnic minorities, and ethnic minorities can't live without Han people." What a simple sentence, I often hear adults talk about it, but today, I recited it silently in my heart. At this time, the inner feelings are so different, and a warm current is surging. Maybe, what should I do in my later life? ...
Encounter composition 15 snow elves finally arrived quietly in people's expectations.
It was slightly bright in the morning, and it took a long time to light up, like a sleepy child.
Walking out of the house and looking up at the sky, I didn't feel very cold. The white clouds hugged together, one here and one there, forming a natural cradle, which made the snow elf sleep soundly.
I don't know when the first snowflake fell quietly, and then other snowflakes fell lightly on the ground, on the roof, on the branches and on me. I stretch out my hands to feel the temperature of each snowflake. Snowflakes touch the skin and slowly melt. The crystal snow is soaked in the bottom of the skin, feeling a little cold, but more clear and moist. I am intoxicated in the romantic atmosphere created by snowflakes, just like being in a fairy tale, so ethereal, so unreal and so moving. Gradually, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, giving people a heroic and magnificent feeling. I opened my arms and looked up, letting the snow hit me without hesitation. They are not afraid, do not hesitate, and try to attack me. Cher conquered my heart with perseverance, and also gave me unprecedented spiritual baptism and spiritual shock! In the evening, the snow stopped and the sun showed a long-lost smile. Look, the whole world after the snow is holy and flawless! The yellowish sunlight shines obliquely on the beautiful snow, reflecting them into yellow, red and purple. At the same time, snow also reflects silver light and shines with the sun. The path was silent, and the sound of the wind blowing off the snow was clearly audible; There are no birds in the sky, which is really a scene of "there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths".
How can the beautiful encounter between snow elves and the earth not be intoxicating!