Meet Lyrics Writing Composition

1. Who can write the lyrics of "Meet" into an article?

Meet (excerpted from a reader) I met Yu in the library, when she was a freshman and he was a junior .

That night, she happened to forget to bring her eraser. So, she gently tapped the desk of the boy sitting next to her with her hand.

I don’t know if she knocked too quietly or because he was too engrossed in reading. She knocked three times in a row, and he only raised his head from his stack of books after knocking three times each time. "Can I borrow your eraser?" she asked cautiously, pointing to the eraser on his desk.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and handed the eraser to her in a friendly manner. His smile is bright and his eyes are clear. You can tell at a glance that he is a person who has not experienced any storms and has never tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

At that time, she just started to come into contact with computers, and the first language she learned was C. For her who has almost never touched a computer, programming is undoubtedly not a simple matter.

Others debug programs on a computer, but she uses a pencil to express her thoughts. She wrote it over and over again, and erased it over and over again, until she ensured that the program was complete and correct, and then she ran to someone else's computer to verify it.

When she satisfactorily finished the homework assigned by the teacher, the library was about to close, and the eraser was reduced by 1/3. When she returned the eraser to him, his face was filled with surprise, and that expression was still clearly imprinted in her mind.

That night, they walked back together. On the way, they chatted a lot, like a pair of long-lost confidants.

In this way, they met. From then on, his love for her seeped into every tiny detail of her life.

He would secretly brave the cold wind and run all over Shanghai to buy a reference book for her; he would stay up all night to help her type the paper she had written in pencil on the draft; He would get up in the early morning when he could not see his fingers, and run to the train station to queue up to buy her a ticket home; when she was in a bad mood, he would stay with her and tell stories to make her laugh. She could talk about details like this for days and nights without eating or sleeping.

She is not a girl with outstanding appearance. There are many things in this world that can be changed, except for birth and appearance, and there is no need to change. So she is very calm, lives a positive life, and treats others with an open mind.

Perhaps because of this, there are always some very attentive boys around her. However, no one has ever entered her heart.

She always rejected them carefully and tactfully, never intentionally hurting anyone. Except Yu. 2. Who can write the lyrics of "Meet" into an article?

Meet (excerpted from readers)

I met Yu in the library, when she was a freshman and he was a junior .

She likes to use a pencil to conceive, calculate, and even take notes, and she also likes to use an eraser to erase the handwriting that does not need to be retained. In this way, she can use a notebook over and over again for a long time. That night, she happened to forget to bring her eraser. So, she gently tapped the desk of the boy sitting next to her with her hand. Whether she knocked too quietly or because he was too engrossed in reading, she knocked three times in a row, three times each time, before he raised his head from his pile of books. "Can I borrow your eraser?" she asked carefully, pointing to the eraser on his desk. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and handed the eraser to her in a friendly way. His smile is very sunny and his eyes are very clear. People can guess at a glance that he is a person who has not experienced any storms and has never tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships. At that time, she had just started to contact computers, and the first language she learned was C. For her who has almost never touched a computer, programming is undoubtedly not a simple matter. Others debug programs on a computer, but she uses a pencil to express her thoughts. She wrote it over and over again, and erased it over and over again, until she ensured that the program was complete and correct, and then she ran to someone else's computer to verify it. When she satisfactorily finished the homework assigned by the teacher, the library was about to close, and the eraser was reduced by 1/3. When she returned the eraser to him, his face was full of surprise, and that expression was still clearly imprinted in her mind.

That night, they walked back together. On the way, they chatted a lot, like a pair of long-lost confidants. In this way, they met. From then on, his love for her seeped into every tiny detail of her life. He would secretly brave the cold wind and run all over Shanghai to buy a reference book for her; he would stay up all night to help her type the paper she had written in pencil on the draft; he would get up in the early morning when he could not see his fingers. , he would go to the train station and queue up to buy her a ticket home; when she was in a bad mood, he would stay with her and tell stories to make her laugh. She could talk about details like this for days and nights without eating or sleeping. She is not a girl with outstanding appearance. There are many things in this world that can be changed, except for birth and appearance, and there is no need to change.

So she is very calm, lives a positive life, and treats others with an open mind. Maybe it's because of this that there are always some very attentive boys around her. However, no one has ever entered her heart. She always rejected them carefully and tactfully, never intentionally hurting anyone.

Except Yu. 3. Lyrics written by me for the composition The most beautiful encounter

Beautiful encounter

Maybe, every day, I will pass by many people; maybe, every day, there will be many places to stay. Leave my footprints; perhaps it is these destined coincidences that have allowed me to have many beautiful encounters.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to elementary school. I looked at the gate and recalled the mood that that little girl had when she walked into the campus with trembling legs 7 years ago. Excited, excited, or looking forward to it? That was my most beautiful encounter.

Walking into the campus, looking at the teaching buildings that I hated so much that I gritted my teeth, I actually smiled, feeling a little nostalgic and a little attached to them. From the sixth year of primary school to now, the open space has been turned into a building, the runway has been made of plastic, and projections have been installed in the classrooms... everything has changed.

Looking at the tall buildings in front of me, the concrete land suddenly appeared in front of me. A long time ago, I always played there. In that hot summer, I met the best math teacher I thought. On days when it was so hot that even electric fans were unable to use it, the teacher actually bought a box of popsicles for us to eat. That was six or seven years ago. The teacher’s knowing smile, gentle eyes, and the coolness of the popsicles are still clearly in my mind. That was a beautiful encounter.

Go straight ahead and you will find the school's auditorium. Looking at the door, another girl holding a "guest" sign appeared in front of her. It was an event for the school's 80th anniversary. When a retired teacher arrived, the girl looked at it for a long time and finally remembered that it was her class teacher in first grade. She thought that the teacher would not remember her, but she did not expect that the teacher touched her head lovingly, read her name, and said that she had grown up. She looked at the teacher and found that she had many wrinkles, which were indelible marks left by the years on her face, and the corners of her eyes were droopy, which was also a sign of her old age, but her eyes were still looking at her intently. The girl suddenly remembered that when she was a child, this teacher would hold her hand and teach her to write, arrange for her to sit with the class monitor to improve her grades, and caress her head lovingly like this. It turned out that the girl had hidden everything about that teacher deep in her memory. This is also a beautiful encounter.

According to memory, I came to Class 1 of the sixth grade. At the window, I saw the world inside. The wooden tables and chairs, the slightly chalky blackboard... everything is so familiar. I want to go in, touch the tables and chairs I once used, and look for the traces I left behind, but I can't. I felt a little depressed, but the singing of the four girls rang in my ears, which was mixed with joy, happiness and tacit understanding between each other. Suddenly I feel a little sad again. The friends who were inseparable before have now gone their separate ways. But even though they were separated, those beautiful memories still remain in my heart. That is the flashing light of life, the eternal splendor in life. Meeting you is so beautiful.

Birds come and fly again; flowers bloom and wither. A group of students left and another group came. I closed my eyes, and the beautiful encounters in this school were played gradually like a movie. At that moment, I seemed to see the smiling faces of all the teachers and classmates, and heard them saying "goodbye".

There are many beautiful encounters and many sad partings. Only those ageless flowers, plants and trees are still here watching us, witnessing these encounters and partings. 4. How to write an essay using "meet"

This winter is very cold. In previous years, I had not put on my coat at this time, but I put on my coat early at this time of winter, even though it was cold. Such a cold weather has become warmer because of this encounter, making the coldness disappear from the depths of my heart...

Wearing headphones, playing my favorite songs, holding the bicycle in hand Shaking on the road, maybe I was happy to hear it, maybe there was some scene in my heart, maybe... the many "maybes" made me actually close my eyes, God, what a dangerous move this would be, I knew the disaster There was going to be a knock on my door soon. I immediately opened my eyes. The moment I opened my eyes, with a sound of "ah", I was finally knocked to the ground. Fortunately, the person who fell with me The man did not blame me, but immediately stood up and came over to me and said, "Is there anything wrong? Let me help you up!" This voice sounded so familiar, who was it? Curiosity drove me to look up and said, "It's you!" We all said in unison, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Get up, you idiot, you are so careless while riding a bicycle!" I was helped up by him, and although his tone It's not gentle, but he can lift me up from the ground very gently... In fact, he is the little teacher who teaches me math problems. Because I was very poor in elementary school, the math teacher asked him to be my little teacher to help me. . He is a gentle boy. Because he has been teaching me math, he has become indistinguishable from me after we have been together for a long time. He often calls me "idiot". Although he says so, he still takes the trouble to teach me over and over again. , I also improved a lot because of him. "You still call me stupid, but I'm already much better!" I said.

"Just kidding, hey, how are you studying now?" "You can't go below 80 anymore!" "Well, it turns out you're not stupid either!" "Of cause!" "Your English level has also improved. Are you okay? Come on! "Smile again. It seems that he is always smiling whenever I see him. It seems that he is still like that after two years...

Although his hands are still cold, the weather It's still so cold, but I don't feel it at all. Because I met you, because of your actions, and because of everything, this accident has become so beautiful.

Meeting you is the most beautiful accident... 5. Write an article about meeting

Meeting

The wind in April is very soft and light. . However, Dandelion's light dream was still accidentally blown away.

When my fingers suddenly touched a person's name, I felt like crying. Do I still care about him? I thought all my memories had been deleted, but can I delete them? Red dandelions, stars in the sky, light snow. Lots and lots.

Later, your QQ disappeared. I thought I could remember it, but no, it turns out that you have become a habit for me. I have never thought about losing you, even if I never had you. Day by day, pain and happiness fill the depressing air around me. You are the only oxygen that does not make me suffocate.

If I hadn’t met you that day, I wouldn’t be so sad now. Have you ever heard the story of fish and water? The fish finally died, and the tears turned into morning dew. At that moment, did water really understand the love of fish?

I don’t know if you found the red dandelion, I don’t know if you forgot our agreement, and I don’t know if you and her are fine now. I want to know so much about you, but I don’t know who to ask or who can give me the answer.

My world began to tilt

I want to tell you that my hair has grown so long. I want to tell you that on my birthday, there were a lot of dandelions flying. I want to tell you. , I bought a beautiful white skirt and wanted to tell you that I miss you very much. And how will you hear all this!

I don’t know if my presence has left traces in your life, maybe I just passed by you, that’s fine, a faint feeling, a faint aftertaste, just a look back, I don’t know who it is. Who is it? The rain in April is very cold, and it wets my fragile shoulders. The hair blown by the wind seems to be caressing my face. Can you see whether it is rain or tears on this face?

You said that I am always like a child who will not grow up and always make people worry. Don't worry, I will definitely learn to take care of myself in the future, but I still have the wish of a child. I really want to taste the food you cook. If I want the spicy food, I can't help but shed tears after eating it. That kind of thing. This way, you won't see my sadness.

I just hope that everything is fine with me, I just hope that everything is fine with you, I just hope that everything is fine with us. 6. I beg the master to help me write a song "Meet". Don't be original with the lyrics, just write them yourself. Lyrics

Meet - Stefanie Sun heard the departure of winter. I woke up in a certain month of a certain year. I thought I would wait. I'm looking forward to the future but I can't make arrangements for it. It's a cloudy evening outside the car window. There's a person waiting in the future. Look left, right and forward. How many turns does it take for love to come? Who will I meet and what kind of dialogue will it have? How far in the future is the person I'm waiting for? I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of ??people. I am queuing up with the number plate of love. It is cloudy and evening outside the car window. There is a person waiting in the future. Look left, right and forward. Love will take several turns before it comes. What will happen to whoever I meet? Dialogue: How far in the future is the person I am waiting for? I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of ??people. I stand in line holding the number plate of love. I fly forward across a sea of ??time. We are often hurt in love. I look at the road. The entrance to dreams is a bit narrow. Meeting you is the most beautiful accident. One day my mystery will be revealed. 7. Who wrote the lyrics of "Meet"

Album: "Meet"

Singer: Liu Ke

Language: Mandarin

Date: 2006.04. 12

The vocal quality is gratuitous, and the sound effects are so beautiful that it lights up.

The male bel canto is full of sensibility, the timbre texture and positioning are beautiful, the accompaniment instruments have bright timbres, and the songs are beautiful and charming. Scorreole brings endless vitality and rhythm, super-level recording, and the meticulous and real live feeling is far beyond General fever disc.

[01]The passing red thread (original lyrics)

[02]Beautiful myth

[03]Decorate your dreams (original lyrics)

[04] Summer Fairy Tale (Original Lyrics)

[05] Whose Tears Are Flying

[06] Encounter

[07] Crying in the sand

[08] Blue Sky in Dreams

[09] Ice Rain

[10] Kisses and Tears

[11] Moon River (original lyrics)

[12] Harem (original lyrics)

[13] Unbearable Touch

Album: Encounter

< p> Singer: Tsai Chin

Language: Mandarin

Date: 2002.00.00

Encounter

[01] Love is like this

[02]Keep the sadness to yourself

[03]Big woman

[04]About winter

[05]Old song Plate

[06] Will you still love me tomorrow

[07] Shoot the moonlight down

[08] No love & no new love

[09] Chang Xi

[10] Zhang San’s Song

The following is a supplement to the dance of mosquitoes.

Song: "Meet"

Singer: Stefanie Sun

Interlude of the movie "Go Left, Go Right", included in the album "The Moment" . Released in winter 2003.

When this music was played in the movie, GIGI and Takeshi Kaneshiro were sitting on the edge of the pond. The two were on one side with their backs to each other.

A very nice song, composed of the most beautiful movement using simple guitar and piano. The song is a little sad, but it also reveals strength and can easily evoke emotional memories.

"Who do I meet, what kind of dialogue will there be, the person I am waiting for, how far in the future is she." But, as the lyrics also say, "When I meet you, it is the most beautiful accident."

"One day my mystery will be solved!"

Lyrics:

Lyricist: Yi Jiayang Composer: Lin Yifeng

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Hearing the departure of winter

I woke up in a certain month of a certain year

I think I am waiting I am looking forward to it

The future cannot be arranged like this

Outside the car window on a cloudy evening

There is a person waiting in the future

To Look left, right and forward

Love has to turn a few corners to come

What kind of dialogue will someone have when I meet?

There are many people I am waiting for. The far future

I heard the wind coming from the subway and the sea of ??people

I stood in line holding the number plate of love

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< p> Outside the car window on a cloudy evening

There is a person waiting in the future

Look left, right and forward

Love has to turn a few corners to come

What kind of dialogue will there be for someone I meet?

How far in the future is the person I am waiting for

I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of ??people

< p> I lined up to hold the number plate of love

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I flew forward across a sea of ??time

We have also been hurt in love

I saw that Lu Meng’s entrance was a bit narrow

Meeting you was the most beautiful accident

One day my mystery will be revealed 8. Write an essay on the topic of meeting

Meeting

Meeting Xinran is a lifetime of happiness, don’t ask me how much I will always have Even though she is far away, don’t ask me what kind of love I have. It’s not easy to write about love. Just as I never say that I love her, I keep my love in the left pocket of my chest and keep it well.

Disaster is like an unexpected storm that blows away the entangled lifeline of you and me. Whose hair is messed up, whose heart is lost, and who leaves whom in a heart full of dust?

In a trance, everything lost has returned, and the escaped flowers are still smiling at the breeze.

The jade railings are still there, but the beauty is not. After changing the tune, we are separated, but you and I are strangers.

You and I are like a beautiful guqin whose strings suddenly broke, shattered like gold and stone, losing the original bright and cool song.

Buddha said: Before Looking back five hundred years ago, it was an encounter in this life.

I said: In the beautiful snow, I met my favorite swallowtail butterfly.

You said: I, I, will go away. But you tell me how to walk away? It's like a labyrinth of complicated and difficult love swamp.

Your smile gradually fades away in the fog and confusion.

I stand in the wheat field and watch.

Every day,

watching,

your smile.

The sun sets in the west

The yellow leaves fall

The snow falls

But you still haven’t come back

Exactly Say, your heart has not come back, and you have not returned to the past to cheat the once happy land.

Maybe you won't come back.

My mood began to darken.

Maybe you should start your life again.

A beautiful new world appears in front of your eyes. It is your paradise.

Before I agreed, I had never experienced what it was like to walk around in the hopeless woods without seeing a single soul.

I think it would be lonely.

Your eyes occasionally ask me if I am happy.

I pretended that I couldn’t see my loneliness or my sadness because of the nicotine.

Smiled and said: "I am very free."

Maybe you will meet new friends, new partners, and new things in that new world, but I won't .

That night, I turned my back and secretly wiped away my tears. I said that I encountered loneliness when I was eighteen years old. And you may never know that you can sing freely day and night under your own sky.

Meeting the right person at the right time is a lifetime of happiness. Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a lifelong regret. Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a moment of absurdity. Meeting the right person at the right time is a lifetime of sighs. And what I encountered was happiness, the happiness that passed by me! 9. An 800-word essay titled "Meeting"

I am convinced that meeting it will bring happiness to my life.

It must be genetic. I have been deeply in love with music since I was a child. Sometimes it is as brisk as a spring breeze, blowing the beating rhythm of my heart; sometimes it is as majestic as a shower, shaking my heart; sometimes it is as sad as a fallen leaf, arousing the sadness in my heart; sometimes it is as pure as Winter snow brings me simplicity and tranquility.

Meeting it brought me a lot, a lot... It was meeting music that allowed me to get to know them. Angela Chang, who is petite but can release huge power, is clean and penetrating Li's voice makes me feel comfortable; Zhang Liangying, who has experienced ups and downs but has excellent singing skills, every song she sings can touch my heartstrings and is my spiritual food; Li Na, although her singing skills are average, but her singing skills are mediocre. The interpretation of music makes me feel elegant and comfortable; Jay Chou actually looks very ordinary, but what I like is the melody he creates, which is comfortable and romantic. It was this magical music that enabled me to meet them again and enriched my spare time life.

It was my encounter with music that made me get to know them - friends who love music. Like me, they also deeply love music. With them, everyone can share their favorite music, which enriches the diversity of music and enriches ourselves.

People who understand music are more gentle, caring and taking care of each other; they are also more sentimental, and their noses are always sour when it comes to some sad or extremely romantic things; and more I have a unique identity and sometimes look at things differently; in short, I want to thank music for allowing me to make so many good friends. It was my encounter with music that increased my relationship with my father.

Almost every music-related competition, I will watch it with my father. The two of us will always express our own opinions, but fortunately they are basically the same. This creates more opportunities for me and my dad to communicate.

I firmly believe that meeting someone is always beautiful. She can relieve your pain of lovesickness and bring you happiness. Whether it’s a friend you haven’t seen for many years or a relative who has been far away from home.

Just as my encounter with music is destined to be wonderful, and the many encounters music has brought me are also happy. 10. Write an essay with the title "Meet"

We have met since we were born. Encounter is the fate between people, building a bridge of souls and holding the thread of love. With a flower, appreciate its gracefulness in the misty smoke; with an article, appreciate its beauty amidst the complexity of the world; with a close friend, exchange each other's joys, sorrows, and joys in the vast sea of ??people. ; and a noble person who gave me the strength to support when I was at a loss... These beautiful encounters enrich the abundant emotions in the heart and weave the colorfulness of life. -Please write an essay on the topic of beautiful encounter. Composition In that monotonous black and white time, I met them, a group of women who embellish their lives with dreams, a group of writers who use words to express their tenderness, and a group of fans who use images to describe their fantasies, so their innocence is as pure as crystal It flows from these people's fingers. Meeting Qiong Yao

I grew up in the Qiong Yao era. Although some people looked down upon it, I had no intention of explaining it, and I never resented it.

Qiong Yao's novels often regard true love as the ultimate goal in the world. Such values ??affect the integrity, enthusiasm, and pursuit of free love in the 1970s, and are also in line with people's expectations for an ideal life, such as me. During my three years of high school, I studied liberal arts and read almost all of Qiong Yao's works. From "A Few Red Sunsets" to "Colorful Clouds in the Sky", Qiong Yao's works formed the youthful background of my life in the 1980s. So I stubbornly believed that: the girl had long hair and was wearing a white dress, and she was graceful and swaying in the wind. The boy had a sunny face. Their love started from the encounter, and all the romantic details were more obvious against the backdrop of a paradise-like place. Perfect. So all the boys of that era had long hair, and I planted my first understanding of love in that dreamy era.

In the Qiong Yao era, there was always beauty and warmth. Even though the world was full of dust, there was still soft waiting in my heart.

Meet Sanmao

I like Sanmao, a woman who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. This personality is somewhat similar to mine. Sanmao is unruly, just like the sand of the Sahara, it comes and goes with the wind, and it is difficult to control her direction. Sanmao's works are full of lyrical color. Whether it is novels or essays, her pen is always full of emotion, with the tenderness, kindness, euphemism and delicacy unique to a female writer. My favorite of her works is "How Many Flowers Have Fallen in a Dream". When I was in college, I read her works aloud on the school radio station. Many classmates didn't believe that a freshman in the Chinese Department could interpret Sanmao's inner pain and struggle so realistically. I remember that my writing instructor, Teacher Ding Xiaoyuan, often said that I was the most beautiful Xiaguang in the Chinese Department. Most people who are in love with Sanmao are wild and uninhibited, and they also long for a Sanmao-style life to cuddle up with the Jose in their hearts. However, Sanmao also assimilated death into desolation. In the early morning of January 4, 1991, Sanmao used her decisive way to leave an eternal shadow for me who loves her and her words. That wonderful flower that bloomed tenaciously on the Sahara is still an unforgettable falling flower in my dream...

That elegant woman, that free and easy woman, that woman of true love, that romantic, living a wonderful life A beautiful woman; her true nature and true feelings are touching and beautiful. She has passed away, and my tears commemorate my age of innocence.

Meeting Xiao Hong

I have looked at Xiao Hong’s photos over and over again. She has the unique beauty of women in the Republic of China, but she is not particularly beautiful. I have always felt that her face has a hard outline. , with a sad and tender expression, is a hard-suffering person. Her life has been full of ups and downs, but she is a person born for writing.

On the bookshelf, there is a large row of collections of works by modern Chinese female writers. It is not easy for Xiao Hong to stand among them. In terms of literary quality, she is more powerful than Bing Xin and purer than Ding Ling. Compared to Zhang Ailing's cold rationality, Xiao Hong has warm compassion.

I met Xiao Hong in the library of Soochow University. I read "Little Red Army" (Xiao Hong, Xiao Jun), her famous work "The Field of Life and Death", and especially "The Biography of Hulan River". It's the latter.

In Xiao Hong’s writing, how beautiful the world of Hulan River is! "The clouds in the sky are burning from the west to the east, and they are red, as if the sky is on fire." And the river lights on the water are so charming, "The lights make the river shine faintly, and the water is jumping with the sky. "The moon." What fascinates me the most is her description of the back garden, which is filled with everything, "cucumbers, eggplants, corns, large kidney beans, winter melons, watermelons, tomatoes, and vines. Japanese melon. "Green, green, purple, red, green, deep and light." Of course, the most interesting thing is her grandfather. The years she spent in the garden with her grandfather were truly enviable. When I learned poetry from my grandfather, I could shout over and over again until the roof of the house was shaken. I asked my grandfather to catch a duck from the well and burn it, and I kept shouting, "This duck is so delicious." I gave my grandfather a head. Wearing a bouquet of fragrant roses, "I was rolling on the kang with laughter"... What a fun childhood, what a fun grandfather! In the novel "The Legend of the Hulan River", Xiao Hong hardly mentions her own misfortune and "never licks her own wounds to move others." Every scene in the third chapter of the "The Legend of the Hulan River" is beautiful. of poetry. I can memorize many of these words that deeply fascinated me. Every time I go to this moment, I will think of my childhood, my hometown, and my dear grandfather. At that moment, my eyes are wet

"The Biography of Hulan River" is written clearly, vastly, and clearly , from these poetic descriptions, I can feel Xiao Hong's warmth to nature and attachment to her hometown. She uses the same way of describing nature to describe human emotions, the sadness and joy, and everyone's hometown complex.