Have you ever seen the pine and cypress growing on the cliff? For thousands of years, there have been countless poems and famous paintings praising pines and cypresses. Only when you really meet them can you realize the tenacity of "pine on the pavilion and caress in the valley".
In January in the north, there is still a trace of residual snow in the towering mountains, like a piece of broken white net spread on the top of the mountain. The ridge is desolate, with only some dead branches and rotten leaves. Only the towering pines and cypresses that grow hard in the crevices of rocks bring a touch of aura to the mountain.
I looked up at it, and all life looked pale before it. Its green needles, which never wither, are thriving, piercing the cold and heavy snow covered. Its trunk grows in the cold rock crevice, but it tries its best to extend to the distant sunshine, almost at right angles to the mountain, like a huge Hosta, absorbing the aura of the mountain and gradually condensing and forming. Every inch of its growth has to go through several years of cold in spring and autumn. The scarred trunk silently tells the story of countless rainstorms and cold winds, but it finally spread lush branches and leaves on barren rocks and soil. Its roots, like giant pythons, crawl slowly along the rocks. Some stick into hard and narrow cracks like drill bits, looking for scarce soil and water. Once found, they are tightly wrapped around the cold rocks and don't let go easily, holding on to their prey like talons.
Maybe this pine and cypress has been growing on the towering top of the mountain for hundreds of years. Hundreds of years of wind and rain are enough to make it have a strong and firm heart. I looked up at this pine tree and was inexplicably moved, but more shocked and praised. This pine tree on the cliff, born in darkness but pursuing light, has never retreated after wind and rain, and exhausted all its essence just to explore a glimmer of hope for survival. It was just a moment of meeting, but it was very touching.
In the cold winter of January, this majestic pine and cypress stood resolutely in the cold wind, as if to prove something and make people look back. Trees and grass wither in autumn, and pine and cypress live alone.
Meeting Excellent Composition 2 Everyone has people to thank in life, and I am no exception. And I want to thank you most-grandma with big eyes.
When I was young, I was hospitalized for pneumonia once. However, I can't stay. I am a naughty boy. I often leave my parents alone to greet my grandparents, and they always greet me with a smile.
I seem to be a big star, swaggering in the hospital corridor. I saw a half-open door this day. I pushed it away and went in. I saw an old woman lying in a hospital bed. Her eyes are big and her nose is straight. I call her grandma with big eyes.
"Grandma with big eyes" is a beautiful nickname, and it really lives up to its reputation. She called me over and said that she would tell me her "adventure story". Since then, my relationship with her has become more and more familiar. First of all, she told me a story: Grandma with big eyes and her good friends climbed Mount Tai among the five mountains. They met many small poisonous snakes on the road. So, they try their best to bypass these snakes and don't want to hurt them. On the road of exploration, Grandma Big Eyes and her friends helped each other and finally climbed Mount Tai through unremitting efforts. I also watched the sunrise on the top of Mount Tai. When the sun rises slowly from the other side of the sky, they look at the distance with steady steps. The sunshine lit up her face and warmed her heart. Grandma "big eyes" told me that as long as we persist, our will will not be erased, and as long as we work hard to do one thing well, we will succeed.
I go to her ward to listen to stories every day and gain a lot of truth about being a man. He also told me many scientific stories, such as gravity and friction, and his stomach was full of novel stories. I suddenly feel that there is also an indescribable intangible happiness in the hospital. Before leaving the hospital, I said goodbye to grandma with big eyes. The possibility of our reunion may be very low, but I will never forget grandma with big eyes.
Thank you for meeting you, grandma with big eyes. You let me know that persistence is victory, and you also let me know many stories. I sincerely thank you.
It was a Sunday afternoon when I met Excellent Composition 3. I'm not worried about the heavy study in the afternoon, so I decided to go out and get some fresh air.
At this time, it has just rained, the road looks very wet, and the flowers and plants on the roadside look vibrant after washing. Walking, Onda was a little tired and sat down on the long board by the roadside. After a short rest, I thought: Is it time to go back?
But at this moment, I can't help but stop. What appeared in front of my eyes was an unknown plant. It is not tall, but it gives people a feeling of being tall and straight. It has green stems, green branches and leaves, and the whole body exudes a green brilliance. The leaves are very delicate and should have just grown. A breeze blew, and they pushed each other here, shaking their green heads, as if laughing at me!
I can't help being attracted by this strange plant and getting closer to it. A scene that shocked me appeared: this green plant column originally grew from a crack in Shi Zhuan! This path is relatively remote, and few people usually come. I wonder who planted a seed here; I don't know who accidentally used a piece of Shi Zhuan, which almost limited this little life.
This humble plant suddenly grew tall in my heart: Imagine that a small seed has no choice but to give up, shrink back and shrink back in the face of such a "hill" in front of itself. Instead, they created this touching miracle with their indomitable spirit of struggle!
There are thousands of flowers and plants in the world, but how many can have such amazing power? Every branch, every leaf and even every tiny part of it is so ordinary, but it proves itself with its occasional indomitable spirit!
I've been standing for a long time. There is no need to complain about the injustice of fate. Our life is like this little plant. Facing the road ahead, it seems to be over mountains and mountains, but it is not worth mentioning under the peak of firm belief.
My heart suddenly enlightened!
Life belongs to you. Only by persevering and working hard will the darkness pass. Dawn will always come.
How ignorant, worried and stupid I am when I meet excellent composition 4! But I didn't know how happy it was until I met you!
None of your business, none of my business! I quarreled with my mother again, I don't know how many times. I walked silently in the street alone, and the air suddenly became heavy, as painful as my mood.
Unconsciously, I walked into the park. The sky was still so gloomy, suddenly a figure appeared on the chair in front of me. He sat motionless on the bench with his head down. I'm not worried anymore. Asked at once, and he slowly raised his head. Smiled at me and motioned me to sit next to him. Smile at me and ask me doubtfully: You are a child, why don't you stay at home! Running out alone? I said sadly and angrily: I quarreled with my mother! I asked him curiously: you are so old, why are you here alone, and how is your family?
He sighed and said, I am old, and my children dare to kick me out of the house! Rubbing his eyes, he continued: Nothing, it's all old bones. I don't care about their happiness! I shouted incredulously: They are your sons. How can they be so right?
I bowed my head. I thought about the way I treated my mother. Isn't it as unfilial as the children of the elderly?
I had tears in my eyes when suddenly it began to rain. Dad saw a man helping the old people one by one. Sorry, son! I don't know when it started, but my mother stood behind me early.
No, mom, I made a mistake. How stupid of me! I won't let you worry anymore! I'm embarrassed to say. After saying goodbye to the old man, we went home hand in hand!
Because of this meeting, I feel that I am with people who love me and with my relatives. What could be better than this? Thank you for this meeting, and also thank the old gentleman!
Meet excellent composition 5 Life comes from meeting. As for meeting, people usually say that meeting is both a good beginning and an unstoppable beginning.
Meeting is a good beginning. It's like Helen met Miss Sullivan in If I Have Three Days of Light. Helen used to be like ordinary people, but at the age of 19 months, she was deprived of her sight and hearing by a sudden illness and suddenly became deaf and blind. This made her fear of the outside world manic and irritable. However, when she met Miss Sullivan, everything changed. Under the patient guidance of teacher Sullivan, Helen learned to read and learn many words ... Sullivan influenced Helen's disappointment with life with love, and that negative thought gradually filled her with hope for life again.
Meeting is an irresistible beginning. There are three kinds here: friendship, love and affection. Every friendship will start well. However, all things must come to an end. When your friends leave you, you will get drunk and even hide in the corner and cry alone. And once you meet love, it's like being possessed. You think about him all the time, including eating and sleeping. Whether you have a crush on two of a kind or not, once you break up and leave, you can't stand it; And feelings are destiny takes a hand, and you can't change them. What we can do is to take the time to thank those relatives who have given us care and help. Because maybe the next second, they will leave you because of a car accident or illness. Then what should you do?
However, no matter what kind of meeting they are, they can always teach us a lot ... let us be grateful to meet them; Thank you for teaching us to grow up all the way; Thank you for everything you have encountered in your life journey.
I met an excellent composition 6, sitting in the shade with a book in my hand. Summer sunshine keeps me out, and occasionally a breeze blows through my hair. There is a rare peace in the heat.
The wonderful content in the book attracted me, and my fingertips turned page after page, fascinated. Quietly, a beautiful shadow floated through the afterglow. I didn't care, all my thoughts were gathered between the lines. Suddenly, there was a fragrance of flowers, and my mind moved. I turned my head and found a butterfly standing on my shoulder.
It seems to be not afraid of people, around me, around a few times, and flew to the flowers. There are several black spots scattered on its orange wings, and a natural aesthetic feeling suddenly comes to my face. As the wings closed, I was fascinated and slowly approached it. I saw it standing among the leaves, flapping its wings gently, clinging to the trunk, looking like a wonderful painting from a distance. I reached out my hands and gently squeezed its wings.
If you look at this golden butterfly carefully, you will find that it looks a bit like a goldfish! I was very surprised. It remains soft, its flapping wings, slender feet, every place and every detail fascinates me. As early as in the breeze, the pages turned page by page, as if the wind was secretly turning over the books when my attention was diverted.
I studied it carefully and had an unexpected surprise in my heart.
Is this unexpected beauty doomed?
I gently spread its wings, and it immediately spread its wings and flew away. Its wings swept across its nose, leaving a fragrance of flowers. It is not clear whether it is left by its wings or the flowers in the flowers.
At this time, another butterfly similar to it flew from one end. They collide, separate, collide, hover, fly into the air and disappear at the end of the forest. ...
I took back my distant eyes, everything was calm, but I was not lost in my heart. This kind of beauty is deeply imprinted in my heart. A long time passed, and that afternoon, the beautiful scenery of the flying butterfly and the four wings was still dancing in the memory image.
I think, at some point, I will meet it again, and then meet in that afternoon. This is imagination and expectation, more like premonition and miracle.
In this unexpected beauty, what remains is my brightest smile.
I met an excellent composition 7. A wild and fierce "galloping horse", accompanied by hooves and screams, seemed to take me to the ancient battlefield filled with smoke at that time. ...
Six years of erhu career, six years of wandering, how many times to regain warmth in indifference, just to thank you all the way! I remember the weak me when I was a child-the size was comparable to that of an erhu, with ugly notes and stiff fingers, but I chose the erhu when I was a child. Once, I leaned in the corner, listening to the teacher playing melodious music easily, so intoxicated and envious. Therefore, on the road of life, I will have you with me.
I am full of ambitions for the school to hold an art festival party. I went on stage and performed an exciting "horse race". I hold a bow in one hand, slide smoothly on the strings in the other, and devote myself to my passion. At that time, teachers and classmates applauded me warmly, and I cried with joy … I love music!
In the dull days, I took you with me, and you accompanied me, so I came over tacitly and without hesitation. In your world, I feel that kind of unruly temperament, that kind of majestic momentum, that kind of bearing in mind the world, that kind of innocent expectation, that kind of detachment from things, that kind of selfless and natural dancing with music.
I once snubbed you during the final review. I'll pick you up as soon as I finish the exam. Only to find that all the ups and downs have long been with you. With your tolerance, my fingers jump on the strings at will, and my feelings are expressed without reservation. I hold you like an old friend who has been away for many years.
The geese pass without trace, and the wind blows invisibly, day after day, year after year. You follow me, taste the glory of spring and the coolness of summer, witness the sadness of autumn and the cold of winter, and never tire of listening to it. Share it for me and thank you all the way!
Meeting is always such an accident. The sound of the teacher playing the piano in the corner has given my young mind an extra companion to meet. So, erhu accompanied me through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, as always.
I came across an excellent composition 8. Inscription: I like her gentle speech, I like her smile like a flower, and what will remain in my mind forever is her smile.
As long as she is on the podium, nothing will change, only the most beautiful encounters will be staged again and again.
I met her in space.
I didn't feel anything when I saw her in the vast sea of people. At that time, it was more than a year ago. At that time, I walked into the middle school gate for the first time and stood on the playground blankly. She stood on the runway, facing two rows of students, looking so imposing and cold. I'm a little scared. Fortunately, I don't have to stand in front of her. I belong to another team.
At this meeting, I was both strange and afraid of her.
Finally, I met her.
She became my teacher, but at the same time she became my friend. She and I never seem to have an age gap. I am alive and kicking, and her childlike innocence is still there. We chatted, walked and talked to each other ... My fear of her disappeared and melted a little, just because she grew up against her age and came to our world in a long time and space.
At this meeting, I love her and rely on her.
I met her in my heart.
She organized speeches on various topics for us. I went from nervous to confident, from stumbling to grasping, all because of her. Standing on the stage, I always try to block my classmates' eyes, but it's always in vain. My palms got wet unconsciously, and my fingertips began to tremble, but when I saw her patient face, I was no longer nervous. In a speech, when she looked at me and said that we were bosom friends, my heart met her.
At this meeting, I was intoxicated and fell in love with her.
The podium is still there, time is not old, and we will not leave. Under the influence of teachers and students, the most beautiful encounters are staged again and again.
Meeting excellent composition 9 Meeting you is the luckiest thing.
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The sunshine licked me wantonly, making me warm all over, but I was the only one standing under the tree, watching quietly. Willow is still the same tree, but I don't know why, I feel a lot lost, and my heart is empty-without you, I don't know why, my thoughts can't control, and I began to float and float until later.
At that time, we were all so confused. Meet in confusion, meet in confusion. As soon as school started, we were all children, so small, I was a little surprised when I watched it again. I stood under the tree alone and played by myself. You came to me unconsciously, and I didn't care, just like the insignificant life on the earth, still turning.
Inadvertently, I shed tears and the pain swept my body. A pair of weak hands lifted me up, and a comforting voice helped me stop my tears: "Nothing, don't cry!" " "
I held back my tears. After you went to the infirmary, there was a pair of dolls playing under the willow tree.
There is no such figure under the tree now, and you have long been a memory forever.
Walking on this stone-paved path, I walked forward and casually said "We …", but I turned my head and there was no one in front. I don't have you to chat with me on my shoulder anymore. ...
Unconsciously came to the classroom, no students, no teachers. Waiting for the next summer, the classroom is full of people, but not us. ...
Thank you for letting me meet you.
Meeting the excellent composition 10 became more and more busy, but it became more and more confused. In high school, I was on the road, but I didn't know where to go.
I love watching the night just because it can take away some confusion I don't want.
In the dead of night, the moonlight like water fills the starry sky, which brings me peace of mind. Staring at the lonely moon, I can't help but admire. It doesn't want to compete with the red sun for blue sky and white clouds, but chooses to stay alone in this quiet night. How arrogant! Perhaps it is because he let go of the prosperity of the floating world that he can have the opportunity to light up the night sky that the sun can't find and prop up a stage of his own. Isn't that wise? What about me? If I put down some baggage in time, will I walk better? Maybe we can be less confused and more oriented!
Sometimes, I feel that night is dead, as if it is still water, which makes people afraid to touch it. It always gives off a suffocating breath. Until I overheard the music of the exclusive night. Maybe it's a cricket and cricket chorus! And crickets must accompany them! In the silence, a tune came from the grass and echoed in the wind ..... just like life in death. Oh! I seem to understand something! Since there can be life in death, there will be hope in difficulties! Need my heart to discover, to try to explore!
At night, how can you get fireflies! A little life has a big dream-it will light up the night! Even if you run out of life, you can't do it, but at least let your life be illuminated by your own light, which is successful. He maintained his passion for life until his death. Such a small life is still so strong! I also want to study hard: if I have a big dream of my own and am passionate about everything, maybe I can get rid of my confusion!
The long road of life has flowers and obstacles; There are criticisms and praises; And crazy arrogance and confusion! In this way, it goes without saying that only by being yourself can we get rid of confusion and illuminate our own distance! This is the inspiration of the night! This is the most profound experience I had that night!
It will be half a year before I meet an excellent composition 1 1. I am about to graduate, step into a new campus and become a glorious middle school student. However, I am so reluctant to part ... because I have spent the best time and had the best "encounter" in this campus where I have studied for six years!
Nice to meet you.-Time.
Grandpa Ba Jin once said, "I would like to live again, study again and work again to make my life blossom and bear fruit.". I cherish this limited minute. " Mr. Lu Xun also said: "Time is life." Yes, wasting time means hurting others and yourself. An inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time! Now I really understand its meaning.
Nice to meet you.-classmate.
Dear students, you and I have left countless memories in our six-year campus life. Every memory is so intriguing, and every memory has a colorful story. Dear students, even if we have to part and fly to our own sky, I won't regret having the most sincere friendship in my heart!
Nice to meet you.-Teacher.
Dear teacher, I was just a little bud. You watered me with painstaking efforts, and you moistened my young mind with hard sweat. "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." In my deep memory, it is a kind smile, a familiar and hearty laugh and an elegant figure. This is you, my dear teacher!
Time, would you like to slow down and let me savor the ups and downs of campus life, because there is a kind of parents called teachers, a kind of friends called classmates, and a kind of home called campus … It's good to meet you at the most beautiful time!
I was so sleepy when I met the excellent composition 12 in the morning that I didn't want to open my eyes, but my father twisted me out of bed to accompany him for a walk. When my mother was playing the melodious March of pots and pans in the kitchen, my father and I had already walked in the fields a few miles away.
The sky in summer is particularly blue, and white clouds are chasing us. There are not many people on the road, and there are father and son running hand in hand, talking and laughing; There are couples walking hand in hand, and everyone's face is filled with happiness. Dad said, "Look, how beautiful those flowers are."
Hehe, sure enough, there is a big empty garden not far ahead. Rusty red iron railings, sitting in the distance a stone pier, a lion squatting on the stone pier, mighty head tilted back, whistling, the volume of capillaries in the neck seems to be real. Peach trees are planted in the yard, and the branches are covered with blue peaches. You can see a layer of fluff and it will mature in autumn. Let's pick and eat. My mouth is watering at this point, haha. There are flowers outside the fence. I don't know her name. Dew still shines on the blue leaves, reflecting the first ray of sunshine in the morning. Flowers are white, not ordinary white, and some are transparent blue. Delicate next to each other, squeezed among the green leaves, barely leaned out to say hello to us: "Hello, children."
I broke my father's hand and ran over, shouting excitedly, "Dad. Think about Baidu when you go back. What kind of flower is this beauty? I have never seen it, and it is not in the plant textbook. "
Dad smiled, too Today, he is wearing a sky-blue sportswear, which is really energetic and handsome. In the future, we should get up early every day. The early bird not only has worms to eat, but also beautiful flowers to enjoy. Why not?
Meet the excellent composition 13 "I would like to be a torrent, a mountain stream, crossing the rugged road and flowing through the rocks." As long as my child is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves. I wish I were a barren forest ... "Every word of this poem warms my heart. It is a poem adapted for us by our new head teacher, Mr. Zhou Yuemei, at the first class meeting.
Thank you for knowing this new teacher. She is our new head teacher and our Chinese teacher.
I remember in the second class, there is a word with many strokes that is easily confused-"sports". When reading this word, the teacher paused and asked, "Students, do you have any good ways to remember this word?" Everyone was stunned. I thought about it in my head, too. Isn't memorizing words just writing more and practicing more? Is there any other way? Seeing everyone's puzzled expression, the teacher wrote "beside the word gold" and "beside the word fire" under the word "sports" with colored chalk, and raised his voice and said, "Students,' sports', real gold is not afraid of fire." After listening to the teacher's words, the students suddenly realized that the word "forging" is next to the golden word and the word "refining" is next to the fire word. It turns out that learning Chinese characters can be so interesting!
Teachers are good at empathy and understanding parents' difficulties. The school charged the medical insurance fee that day, and the teacher asked the students to write down the task at home and bring the fee tomorrow. Four students still forgot to bring them when the charges were charged the next day. When they were about to call their parents to see them off, they were stopped by the teacher. The teacher said sternly, "you will be punished for forgetting things yourself." You are punishing your parents for their negligence by calling them now. Besides, are you sure your parents have time now? They all have their own jobs and arrangements. What if they have something very important in their hands? " At some point, some students took the initiative to stand up and admit their mistakes and promised to remember to bring them tomorrow. As soon as I saw it, I immediately stood in awe of such a teacher.
Although I was only with my teacher for a few days, she left a deep impression on me. Thank you for meeting the teacher!
Meet excellent composition 14 in the vast sea of people, I met you, which is fate; There is a heart, and this is love; The spring breeze meets the vegetation, which is beautiful; Wisdom meets pursuit, which is creation; Human nature meets the world, which is peace ... Meeting is a tree that warms the sunshine in spring, the rain and dew in summer, the moonlight in autumn and the ice and snow in winter.
The neighbor's hometown is from Sichuan. Kind and sincere. Always speak Sichuan-style Mandarin. They like to eat spicy food, and it is spicy. Every year after the Spring Festival, when they come back from their hometown, I can taste the mouth-watering authentic Sichuan bacon and sausage.
It was also from his mouth that he learned about the great earthquake that occurred on May 12, 2008. It turns out that the word "earthquake" can only be seen in books. From the touching story, I felt deeply shocked and felt the beauty and strength of life: teachers who gave their lives to save students; Protect the parents of their children with their own flesh and blood; The wife resisted the collapsed house for her husband; Struggling out of the ruins, kneeling on the ground and crying, begging me to save another soldier … those PLA soldiers who fought for their lives; Volunteers from all corners of the country wear red ribbons; Those brave angels in white ... where everyone's love turned into a light between people. Time determines who you can meet in your life. Grateful to meet, grateful to life, grateful to have you.
When I step into the hall of knowledge, there are my dearest classmates here, who are warm, friendly, tolerant and generous; Open the door of friendship for me with sincerity and friendliness. The teacher watered my heart with love and brought me into the sacred hall of knowledge with patience and hard work. The teacher's love and selflessness reveal the common, just like a ray of sunshine, a spring breeze and a spring water, permeating my heart. My teacher is my mentor and friend, and also an example of my life. I didn't meet you at the best time, but I had the best time because of you.
Life is like a long journey, there will always be people to meet and see again to enrich the scenery along the way, and you can meet yourself better if you work hard.
Meet excellent composition 15 "White dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. " This is the encounter between a teenager and his sweetheart. "Why don't you ask that lady to dance?" This is the meeting between Elizabeth and Darcy. "I seem to have seen this girl somewhere." This is the meeting between Baoyu and Daiyu. Opening the door, I saw snowflakes flying all over the sky. "Ah, it's snowing!" "This is my meeting with you.
I don't know what delayed you this year. I was surprised at the moment I saw you. The gloomy sky is not gloomy, just because your whiteness illuminates it. The cold wind roared in my ears, but I didn't care. Because, at the moment, I only have eyes for you. When you saw me, you floated down with your companions and jumped into my palm lightly. I looked at you as white as ice crystals and smiled. You feel the warmth from my smile, and you willingly turn into a drop of crystal water. I waved my hand gently and let you fall. I know you will come back and fly in front of me again.
When I came to school, I walked quietly on the huge playground. There is nothing in my eyes, all I can see is pure white. You and your partner have a kind heart. They are afraid that the earth will freeze, so they knit it a silver coat. Suddenly, I saw a touch of dark green in this world wrapped in white. That is a pine tree. Green leaves, such as fine needles, and white snow, such as broken diamonds, make it particularly beautiful.
However, no matter how gentle it is, it can't hide the naughty nature of children. Just as I was walking and thinking, a white ball fell from the tree and hit me. I don't care about you, just gently brush away the cold white snowflakes, then slowly squat down and gently pick you up. You are still as clear as ever, gently touching, as if a pebble fell into my heart pool and splashed a little.
Soon, you disappeared. In this season, no matter how I give up, I can't keep your hurried steps. But I won't be sad about it. I will wait for you with hope.
Dear Chun Xue, I look forward to meeting you next time.