You said "I was lucky to meet you" and I said "I met you with all my good luck"
What is the cruelest thing in the world! It's not that people destroy the piano in high mountains and flowing water, nor is it that the cowherd and the weaver girl are sad for life and death. But the true feelings that have been hidden in the torrent of time. What you get is always fearless, and what you can't get is always expected. Maybe some people and things will only be missed when we lose them!
You are a rainbow-like existence in my life, which has affected my colorful time. It is my greatest wish to spend a good time with you again. I have known you for more than three years. But three years is too short for me. I once complained that time is like a drop of water, which makes people feel exhausted! Often I always live in expectation and take myself as the center. I am like a proud deer, looking at the flowers all the way between the vertical and horizontal and the flower scenery, coveting the unknown temptation ahead, but I can't find the beauty around me all the time! The most precious wealth in life is affection, love and friendship. And how lucky I am, I have gained more than half of my wealth in just over ten years. "How lucky I am to meet you."
If childhood playmates had sweet dreams for friendship, then you made friendship bear precious fruits. I regret it. I regret that I realized how precious our friendship is now. If let me define what our friendship is, to be honest, I can't give a specific answer. We don't have to make earth-shattering vows, and we don't have to go through life and death. We just get up silently, eat together, go to school together and have the same dream together. Sincere friendship is bred in simple life, and gestures are tacit understanding and friendship. Our time together is short and beautiful. And only by staying out of it now can I see the beautiful you in the past. From our cautious acquaintance to tacit understanding, no matter where we are, we can know what the other person is thinking with a simple look when we meet! I realize now: maybe I miss you more than you think, and I miss you more than you think. What exactly does this sentence mean?
I am looking for your shadow in the reality without you. Every time I encounter a problem that puzzles me, I can't help thinking for the first time: What would you do if it were you? When I am in pain, I will think: If you were here, you would comfort me. You don't want to see me weak and decadent. Today, three years later, you have become my potential motivation. I am working hard, for myself in the future, for my agreement with you, and for the blueprint of my dream that I painted with you.
Every farewell in life may be the last time. Thank you very much for your sentence "How lucky I am to meet you" which awakened my sweet sleeping dream. Thank you for letting me know that there are people in the world who are happy to meet me. Thank you for your company in the past three years, and thank you for your tolerance of everything.
I also want to tell you: "How lucky I am to meet you".
The blue sky reflects white clouds, and the teaching building is like a white flower blooming under the blue sky and white clouds. An illusory wind blew slowly, lifting a strand of hair from my sideburns. Looking back suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a touch of red dancing, which made my eyes red.
Back to this school that used to drive me crazy and crazy, a cold feeling of a strange name came to me. The burning sun hung proudly in the sky and generously shed a little light on the world. Reflected in the brightness, but only the corner is sobbing. Walking on the stairs of the ancient road, I gently climbed the handrail with my hands, and my heart was cold. I was crazy. I hurried to the third floor, and the familiar smell flooded in, and the familiar scenery came into view, and the familiar feeling swallowed my brain. But there is no familiar figure doing familiar movements in familiar corners. I took heavy steps and walked slowly to the familiar corner. There is only a thin layer of liquid on the gray floor.
The huge classroom reflected the shadow of lights. Xiaoqiu is lying on the table with a girl. Xiaoqiu holds the girl's face with one hand, and the girl holds Xiaoqiu's face with the other hand. Xiaoqiu kept rubbing the girl's hair with her other hand, and the sweetest smile in the world was blooming on her radiant face. The sun shone softly on them, and a hazy orange enveloped her. I walked behind Xiaoqiu and patted her on the shoulder. Suddenly, my hand fell on the cold desk, and I slowly raised my hand, which was immersed in the traces left by time. The sun shone through the window and fell at my feet.
The lonely and bright red playground was suddenly broken by Xiaoqiu. The figures of two girls are swaying under the Chinese tallow tree. The shadow of Chinese tallow tree swayed merrily in the sun. Two girls whirled around under the dense Chinese tallow tree, knowing that they were dizzy, and fell on the trunk of the Chinese tallow tree. They were panting under the tree, complaining about each other's mistakes and why they felt dizzy when they ran too fast just now. However, what did not move was that they were holding hands tightly under the Chinese tallow tree.
The scorching sun of the past is gone forever. Let's live a good life.
When I walked into the Chinese tallow tree, the girls disappeared with the only breeze. The stout Chinese tallow tree no longer swayed its cheerful pace, but bowed its head in ignorance. Under the dome, a person, a tree, that's all.
Walking on the empty school road and looking at the columns of bulletin boards, I can't help but focus my eyes on a bulletin board that has been polished into old floc and light blue by years. My greedy eyes followed the photos in the bulletin board in turn. At that moment, the line of sight blurred. Try to raise your heavy hand, draw your outline through the glass, through the air, through the years, touch your face and cheek, and hold your hand. Thank fate for letting us meet.
Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.
Fortunately, at the beginning of your composition, I knew that the years would eventually grow old. I stood at the end of my youth and looked out quietly, expecting the smile of the wind and the warmth of this heart. Looking at the years that have passed between the fingers, I still understand that I have met youth.
When all the boats are on the water, there will always be boats meeting.
A girl taught me to grow up and a girl taught me to love. For a long time, I still remember your flowery smile. You once appeared in my life and then disappeared.
I will miss you and remember your clear voice when you call my name, mixed with crying. I will miss you and say that I long for our love, just like blooming and never dying. But inevitably, we are all underage children.
The fleeting light that can't be caught shines in the sun, so that this strange road is illuminated. What stays in place is the regret that you don't want to touch and forget after blooming.
The warmth of fingertips slowly dissipates. Thank you for your company all the way. All roads lead to the same goal, not only to release youth, but also to our different future.
Once, it will be remembered, not only for us, but also for the waiting that has nothing to do with the years, and will not become lengthy because of leaving.
After all, the playground of youth will never be closed. We'll meet again.
Those tears wrapped in memory have dried up.
Youth is a black-and-white movie without a protagonist, repeating the picture of us running across the street corner and tirelessly chasing the possible ending. At the age of fourteen, I watched the sun set like the countdown to the end of the world and spent every day in meditation. Many times, I find myself crying inexplicably, but I can't think of a reason to cry. Maybe I just can't help feeling when facing the future. No one said stop, no one cheered, and continued in the passage of time.
In the joy of growing up, seeing the horizon will be both sad and happy, and you will look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. I will choose my favorite road and walk through the mottled tree shadows, as if I had walked through my inner sadness and joy. I/kloc-a 0/4-year-old child, sitting on a bridge built by rainbow, safely extending my dream. When I was fourteen, I was lost in Jing M.Guo's words.
"When I was young, I wasted too much time. When you are an adult, you must not repeat this kind of consumption and mistakes. I want to live a quiet life, do an ordinary job and find someone to love. " Jing M.Guo, 25, said this.
When I mentioned Jing M. Guo again, I no longer had painful memories. I used to look at Jing Ke's 14-year-old sentimental fleeting 17-year-old, but now I look at Jing Ke's 17-year-old brilliant blooming 25. In the days to come, I can look at his words lightly and forget my sadness.
I know those tears wrapped in my memory have dried up, and they have become my light and strength.
Not only Qian Shan Wanshui, but also I am on my way.
If time permits, I want to travel alone when I am calm. I long for the feeling of being on the road, walking between heaven and earth like a passerby.
This persistence may be related to my childhood experience. Mother once said, "The less I trust you, the more I want you to go out." Because of the restlessness in my life, I have an almost paranoid insistence on flying away.
"I don't look for trouble, I am sincere, and I can naturally accept what kind of journey and what kind of hardship." This is why I am walking on the road.
Disappearing is an attribute of walking. For me, walking in time, I am just searching for my weak state of mind in Qian Shan.
Compared with the simplicity of natural landscape, the city is the highest accomplishment of human civilization. Insist that there is no best city, and all cities are landless. All builders and vandals will die, leaving behind fragments of streets and buildings, handicrafts and styles.
People who watch the most are watched the least. They just walk in an ordinary and subtle manner. Meet unexpectedly.
For my ideal, on this long road, I keep pursuing, and I am about to embark on the road called youth.
Some things, such as youth, should be given away.
Some things, the continuation must be continued, such as dreams.
I can't leave a footprint in Qian Shan, but with a dream, I will be on the road.
In fact, I gladly accept not only the journey of Qian Shan, but also the flight of youth.
I hope I can help you and adopt it.
At the beginning of the composition about meeting youth and meeting you, I yearned for Dai Wangshu's talent when I was studying. What I wrote is such a lilac-like girl who once wandered in the old lane by the Thousand Rivers, on such a rainy day. ...
Young and ignorant, I always thought that there was a girl who walked in a quiet alley with an umbrella in her most beautiful years. Looking back after meeting, she fixed her life's smile and remembered each other. Who didn't have such a dream when they were young?
I met you in my youth and didn't know each other. You have always been there, always accompanying me forward. I miss it very much, but I never deliberately want to look back. I believe that one day, we will meet again, on the low embankment with green willows and fine sand.
Eighteen or nineteen years old, in the age when fantasy and reality are intertwined, people are full of emotions and ignorance. Some people may only meet once, but they are a bright light that shines into their hearts in an instant and warms the whole season. You have a green smile, and a peach blossom folded in March is bright and clean, which leads me into the magnificent spring and is full of fragrance. You have a jade-like face, and the cool breeze blowing in July, with pleasant freshness, gently extinguished all the heat and melancholy in my heart. You wear a cocked ponytail, golden wheat waves in June, and your face exudes gentle wheat fragrance. You may have clean fingerprints, warm palms, delicate eyebrows, gentle personality, sometimes naughty jokes, and occasionally painful sadness. But you can only be beautiful at the intersection of that time and space, where I will often meet you. The breeze blows your ponytail, laughter is as sweet as a silver bell, and the lips of * * * pour out the soft words of Wu Nong. I admire you quietly in my youth, but you can't see me. All my eyes are on you.
I left and never saw you again. We can't live in a beautiful vision. We must grow up. There are no fairy tales in the adult world. I went to a distant place, and since then, you have never heard from me again. Slowly, the dream of weaving was broken and forgotten. I know that it is not only you who are forgotten, but also the pure youth. People will be secular after all, but some people become vulgar, and some people have a pure land in their hearts.
I will still think of you. In my drunken dream, I will meet you, the woman who is blue and plain, and gentle as jade. I will remember you, in a similar scene that year. But dreams always have no ending.
Meeting you is my greatest luck. At the beginning of the composition, we will meet many people or things in life. Some of them are like mentors in our memory, while others are like stolen goods in our lives.
I am lucky to have such a good friend in my life. Her name is "A Qian" and she has been my playmate since childhood. I have been playing with her since I was three years old, and we have never been apart until now. We are inseparable from each other.
Today, she gave me a surprise. She came to my house at noon with something in her hand. "Hey, it's for you." I am stupefied and confused. "Didn't you take medicine in the morning? How to send me such an expensive thing? " "Oh, how did you do that? I bought you a present with my own money, and my mother almost scolded me to death. You can talk about me. " "Is it really for me? ! "Well" and "thank you", I hugged her and said.
This is a friend who laughs with you when you are happy; Cry with you when you are sad. Friends are your left wing. Only with the left wing can you fly to the vast sky.
Money, you are my left wing. Thank you for your company for more than ten years. Thank you for laughing with me when I am happy and crying with me when I am sad. Because of you, I feel the joy and happiness of friendship. Thank you very much. Although you often say we don't have to say thank you. I really want to fly with you and taste the ups and downs of life together. ...
Money, remember. You will always be my left wing. Whether we will be apart or not, the position of the left wing in my life will always belong to you.
Money, I will always remember you, my left wing.
Listen carefully to the sound of fingertips turning pages at the beginning of a beautiful composition, looking for traces left by years. Meeting you is the best thing in my life.
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At that time, I was confused and met you for the first time. You are a magical fairy tale book, leading me to the road of growth. At that time, my favorite thing to do was to listen to grandma's old and beautiful stories on her lap. At this time, noisy children will become quiet, just like the big cat at grandma's feet. Just sit quietly, sitting in the depths of years and dreams.
That year, I was six years old and saw this book for the first time.
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At that time, I felt very confused. I was dealing with my homework every day and I didn't know what the "future" was every day. That year, I watched how steel was tempered. He is a strong man. He is a man of iron will. He's Paul Kochakin. Facing the hardships in life, wandering on the edge of life and death, when did he want to give up? Paul is a man who dares to challenge setbacks. He is a man who does not give in to difficulties! What about me? Should we live a wonderful life like him and not let life leave regrets? I wouldn't be so confused.
That year, I was ten years old and made friends with books.
How to write such a meeting sentence at the beginning of the composition, the setting of scenes and feelings must be very important. It is necessary to highlight surprises and then express joy and feelings, and it is best to have the environment as a foil. Here are some examples:
1. Walking in the street, watching busy pedestrians. I am very confused, whether through unremitting efforts, the flowers in front will bloom into the sea. Everything fell to the ground. I suddenly thought of you. So I haven't forgotten you after all. Waiting for us to meet again in the blooming season.
The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. This time we met, the beauty was biting, thrilling, isolated and amazing.
In the vast sea of people, meeting is accidental. Countless accidents have made a love! Love is a thousand times. How can we know to love someone without being abandoned or hurt?
Sometimes, two clouds in the sky seem to meet one day. But people don't know that they are two clouds with different heights and will never meet.
One creature meets another for a thousand years, but separation is beyond redemption. In the vast sea of people, meeting is fate, acquaintance is continuation, and knowing each other is fate.
6. I miss you a little, and I look forward to meeting you every night. Listen to a song "Cloud Chasing the Moon", tears, drops! That's the talk of the soul! The bitter flute seems to tell me whether we can meet again after parting. At this time, I am alone in the dark, looking at the moon and thinking about you. My thoughts are mixed with blue acacia tears floating to you in the distant night.
Meeting is the fate of acquaintance, and falling in love is the most tiring! Love says goodbye when you can't love. Who failed who? The day of meeting is as light as water, and it doesn't matter who loves who. Because at that time, no one belonged to anyone, and the sky was vast and you could fly freely.
Beautiful encounter
"I don't say how important you are, but at this moment, nothing can express my feelings except language. I still have to say it. I still have to say that we have been together for a long time, and you have become my support. We spent a difficult time together, talking and laughing, never thinking about the difference, and never thinking about things for a lifetime. Guess what? Now I want to spend my life with your brothers and sisters. "
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Summer is coming again. The sun shining through the leaves makes people feel a little breathless. Senior students envy the air conditioning in the classroom of junior students in the new building, while complaining that some girls even cut their flowing hair into ear-length short hair because it is too hot.
After two days of nervous exams, it is two months of leisure. When the test results came out, I immediately turned back to my original shape and went to KTV with my sisters, screaming constantly. I stayed at home the rest of the time, watching unfinished electronic novels, listening to music, eating ice cream and turning on the air conditioner. Tired, walking alone in the bamboo forest, all the sunshine is sprinkled on me, and my ears are silent and comfortable.
Suddenly, I suddenly remembered the first time I entered school in Grade One. I was a child at that time, and I was full of expectations for everything. Until I met you-my little alma mater, my teacher, my Class Two, my 63 brothers and sisters. With you, I gradually began to learn to communicate with you, tell you my unhappiness, and integrate into the warm family of Class Two. From a quiet girl, she gradually became crazy, cheerful and confident. Here, you are my support, you are my friend, and you are my family!
How do you spend six 365 days, six four-season cycles and six grades? It was our 64 classmates who went there together. Although there have been quarrels and disharmonies, the friendship we hold tightly will never be separated, won't it?
Maybe after this summer vacation, the memory between us will fade. In retrospect, nothing has changed. We are about to enter adolescence from childhood, and we are about to have our own youth. But these six years are the longest time we spent with our friends and the most unforgettable memories.
Tears have filled our eyes, and those memories are still vivid, but we can never go back. Time will not give us time to dawdle kindly, but will only accompany us cruelly and move forward on the unknown road ahead.
We may be like a heart. Without these 64 people, would this heart be complete No, it won't. But even though we are separated, our friendship is still tightly intertwined.
-"Meeting you is the most beautiful accident."
-"How far will I wait for you to meet?"
Please indicate the source for reprinting. Meeting you is at the beginning of the composition, and the wonderful beginning of the composition is "How lucky I am to meet you"