Meet the composition _ meet what composition 1 The spring is bright and the morning light is faint. I'm wearing a thin coat and walking at a brisk pace. How many lines and paragraphs did Stephanie put in the earphone? "I heard that during the winter vacation, I woke up one month ..."
Walking in the street, the bright sunshine shines on me through the new green shoots. The old man's cat downstairs curled up on the cane chair and fell asleep contentedly. There is an unknown fragrance floating in the air, conveying the joy of spring. Facing the warm sunshine, I can't help but sigh: Dong Jun really loves this land! Follow the fragrance of flowers, walk through the blue tiles and white walls, and see the crowds flowing on the small bridge. I met a bunch of lilacs at the corner. She suddenly appeared in front of me, and I was stunned by her and lost my mind for her. Soft flower bones are dotted with elegant purple, and gradually move forward with filar silk color. The delicate petals are dotted with morning dew, like a beauty's tears, as if eager to tell me something. When the wind blows, lilacs sway like purple glass bells. In a trance, I saw the resentful lilac woman-Li Qingzhao.
The ancient road pavilion is purple and misty. A thin woman leans on the carved fence, and the sadness in her eyes always extends to the distance like autumn water. "Three cups of two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? Is the evening wind coming? " Thinking about him again? I understand your anguish and sadness, which have been lingering for a long time and never subsided. You used to be a girl who "walked with shame, leaned against the door and looked back, but sniffed her childhood", but time turned sharply. "Things don't stay still forever." Now you are worried and sleepy, and it is difficult to sleep. You want to "understand Luo Shang lightly and go to the blue boat alone", but "I am afraid that the boat will not move, and I have a lingering fear." Your eyes are broken when you walk on the grass outside the corridor. After all, you are still a patriotic heroine. You have lamented the prosperity and ruin of the motherland, and the prosperity of one acre and three points has suddenly become a dream! Years have accumulated on your weak body, how can you be so overwhelmed and haggard than that yellow flower? "Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
In confusion, I caught a glimpse of you again-Li Bai. Your lonely figure is getting thinner and thinner in the wide courtyard. You invited the bright moon to drink, take pictures for me, and make the three of us. You can't stand that you are just a Shang Shulang who writes "erotic songs" for powerful people. You are full of ambition, but you have nowhere to display it; You want to raise a glass to dispel your worries, but your worries can only get worse. You stare at the reflection in the mirror, drink a glass of wine, and say, "When the wind and waves break, I will set my sail straight and bridge the deep sea." Life should be like this! You laugh at the sky and walk out the door: "Who are we?" When you are free, go and look for the white deer you temporarily put between the green cliffs! Li Bai! Li Bai! You are a firm but gentle person, and three points lead to moonlight. By the time you spit at the embroidered mouth, it was already half the Tang Dynasty. The back of a dynasty disappears in your hazy drunk eyes. ...
Finally, I came to my senses, smiled and got up and left. Today, I met a clove-like woman; I met Shixian in the waves of history, and now I have to face the future. Their story is over. It's my turn. I gently sang the last sentence of Meet:
"One day, my mystery will be solved ..."
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 2 Life is a beautiful encounter.
People say that the most beautiful accident is meeting unexpectedly. You and I, at the right time, feel life on the occasion of the splendid Spring Festival.
It's late autumn, and the hot summer sun is no longer hot. Instead, it is a large area of soft and warm sun, warm as water and warm the heart and spleen. I walked alone on the forest path, and everything around me seemed to press the mute button, like a gorgeous curtain call stage play, quietly aftertaste in the silent air.
This reassured me. Walking through this road, my eyes suddenly opened up, and I was surprised to stay where I was, and my eyes were rendered as gorgeous as fire-a large maple forest.
It is already late autumn, and the maple leaves on the vast Yuan Ye are burning like fire. Such a warm scene actually made the air dizzy and burned to the horizon, igniting half the sky. They are still alive! If there are no leaves of the soul, how can they be so red and proud and warm as fire in the cold wind? Full of crimson is the blood and personality in their bones. In the silence, I seem to recognize their voices, and the whisper of the wind is the communication between our hearts.
I stepped forward, and this unexpected encounter was the most beautiful surprise. I touched a maple leaf gently, and the slender petiole surprised me. A leaf that seems to turn over instantly when touched lightly, how can it embrace the fierce autumn wind with the proudest attitude?
As if to prove my idea, another gust of wind swept through the maple forest, and a mass of flames surged, looking out like a burning sea of fire. I found that every maple leaf stretched its leaves to the most open when the autumn wind hit, welcoming the autumn wind with the most beautiful posture. They will fall, but they fly with rebirth like a broken cocoon butterfly, with joy and nostalgia.
A maple leaf fell on my shoulder, and my eyes followed it, only to see it gently hugging the ground and sleeping peacefully. I feel happy in its little body. I think this is its second meeting with the earth. It poked its head out of the branch for the first time and rejoiced at the perfection of the new world. It is the earth that makes it know this perfect world. Therefore, when it meets for the second time, it will be like fireworks in the tail flame of a meteor, grateful and rewarding the earth that raised it with a gorgeous gesture.
The encounter with this small maple leaf made me understand the true meaning of life. We are walking in the vast sea of people, and our hearts are also walking in the buildings, but don't forget that there is always a way home, and your heart will always be concerned by another heart. This is the so-called family.
This wonderful encounter gave me a faint direction, that is, where my home is. The pace under my feet is getting faster and faster, and behind me, the maple forest like fire soaks into the sky.
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 3 The window is still full of smoke, and the impatient car sound is drowned in the rolling red dust. We are the dust in it.
Busy life, messy thoughts, silent shouts ... wash away the glitz in the world, just like clear water covered with oily dirty oil, the ants that fell in slowly floated and struggled, and finally died. Do you want to be such an ant, or is the clear water deposited at the bottom of the cup too far away?
In fact, the Himalayas in our hearts are not far away.
In the silent winter, look for a book that has passed away and complete a ukiyo-e painting in silence. Sitting on the cane chair, touching the sacred words like sunshine, those too dull noises are shaken and screened by the cane chair and are silent in the earth. It is too complicated.
When I meet this book, concise sentences are no longer the accumulation of gorgeous words that usually pass by my eyes. It is a natural and ingenious metaphor, such as: "Standing under the arched door, a ray of sunshine illuminates the corner facing the wall, like a marked corner in a book." The previous reader folded the corner of the book, put down the book and left in a hurry because of accidental business. I came across this book by chance, so I began to bend the corner, walk into the depths of this book and walk between the lines. " There, a corner of Mr. Lu Xun's former residence was compared to a book, which was general and charming. The words are clean, meaningful and give off a lasting fragrance.
Among them, meditation is more like a sandalwood, which comes slowly, and the smoke is about to disperse, trying to keep the pleasant fragrance, but I don't know that it has flowed into your body. ...
Encounter, the heart waves, like wandering on the summer coast, the sky and clouds wandering, the sound of the waves telling "no desire is just" "Buddha said, I looked back 500 times in my previous life and passed by once in my life. All the encounters in this life are actually reunions after a long separation. " We hate meeting those beautiful scenery and those disgraceful obstacles. We want to escape from sin and pain, hate those who disgust us, and turn our heads away, but we don't know how many times we met. So should we cherish a lotus heart to set off every encounter? Should we pity and comfort the broken heart of this world ravaged by desire with compassion?
It is said that the earth has gravity, why not put down the big stone in your heart?
Because, the line called "desire" in my heart has been hanging, and the delusion in the past hangs in my heart. So how many people have achieved the teaching that they often hear "can afford to let go"? Sometimes what is lacking is tolerance and compassion for self.
The book asks: Is it satisfying a thousand desires or defeating one?
Open the sad ending with calmness, and greet and accept every emotion with kindness and smile.
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 4 rustling autumn wind, rolling the fragrance of the earth, blowing on my face. The sparkling water reflects a curved autumn moon and rippling blue waves.
After dinner, I met a good friend and took a walk by the lake. Walk on the dam in the lake, enjoy the beautiful scenery on both sides, and listen to the "rustling" sound of plane leaves blown by the wind. We played all the way and told each other interesting experiences.
I turned around, turned into a jungle, and came out to the tree-lined path of the lakeside park. Suddenly, a light figure in a white casual shirt passed by me. I was stupefied and strode forward.
"Grandpa! You also came out and walked around the lake. What a coincidence to meet you! " I said excitedly and loudly. Grandpa also showed a surprised look and a kind smile. Simple and boring greetings, grandpa and I were speechless. Actually, I have a lot to share with grandpa. For example, the novelty of this National Day trip; How practical the fitness method my grandfather taught me last time is. But these words came to the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say them. In the dark, I couldn't see grandpa's look clearly, so I had to walk side by side with his head down. I feel that the air around me seems to be condensed, but I can't help but sigh: "Why am I so far away from my grandfather!"
"Ah! So there you are! " A good friend is chasing after him. I turned my head numbly and just wanted to say something ... only heard a powerful voice: "This is your friend!" " ! You guys talk. I'll go first. "Grandpa smiled and nodded, turned and left. I tried to save it, but I stood there. Looking at the slightly curved old figure gradually disappearing into the rolling traffic. I stretched out half my hand before I could stop.
The autumn wind is slightly cold, blowing gently from the lake. Through thin clothes, seep into the heart. I can't help blaming the sudden and steep spring cold in early spring, which forced my grandparents to move from the city center to the suburbs. I remember sitting on the wooden steps side by side with their parents when I was a child. Listen to grandma's touching story and watch ChristianRandPhillips's bamboo curtains sift through subtle light and shadow. The past is changeable and dreamlike. How can that perfect memory be as far away as the moon in the water in the mirror?
In despair, I took a step and strode to catch up with my grandfather. "Grandpa! Grandpa! " I shouted. Finally, I met my grandfather at the corner. The street lamp is dimly projected, and grandpa is tall and loving, shrouded in light. I can't help crying!
The moon is bright, so go home often and don't lose your heart. I hope everyone can meet a filial self.
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 5 That winter, I stood at your feet for the first time and looked up at you. The mist in the morning puts a dreamy white veil on you, which makes me feel like I am in Penglai. Tall and sacred, the temple of learning, this is my first impression of you, dear school.
That day, I leaned against the railing in the corridor after school, and the cool wind messed up my hair.
After studying for a day, the sore eyes were relieved by green wiping. I saw a panoramic view of the school at dusk. Finally, a trace of yellow and red flashed on the horizon, throwing several translucent ribbons and radiating them in my field of vision, mysterious and elegant, fresh and solemn. The lights in the complex building are still on, and the sound of basketball landing and refueling on the playground runs into my ears one after another. This is the vitality that students can still show after a day's study and life.
I looked up and my thoughts drifted away with a feather in the sky.
What a good school I am in!
Imagine a year and a half ago, I came here from other places and stood here in Tsing Yi. At that time, I was young and ignorant, afraid of the road with a bleak future. And now, I'm standing here, wearing a school uniform, taking time off to blow the breeze. Learning has turned me into another posture.
In the helplessness and panic of having to change from one city to another, I met you, my dear school.
Before I caught my breath from the fatigue of the long journey, you gave me a chair to sit down, my dear school.
The school shone into the cool corner of my heart like the morning light.
I met my school, met my expectations and gave me great expectations in my study and life.
I still remember that a "good" inspired me to understand that I belong to this group. I met a sweet youthful smile, I understand, I love this group. I met one perfect thing after another at school. Afterwards, I realized that life has not only immediate difficulties, but also poems and distant fields.
After studying, I enjoyed happiness and perfection, and all ordinary little things deserve to make me smile.
My dear school, I am grateful to meet you, which gives me a chance to taste the nectar of knowledge and brew honey with happiness. Thank you for meeting you. Otherwise, how could I understand such happiness?
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 6 Under the golden beam, the waves on the sea seem to be golden. Jumping, jumping and rolling, accompanied by laughter and hilarity, the waves wrapped around the crowd, showing the vitality and expectation of life. I stand barefoot on the beach, warm, feeling the pulse again and again, but occasionally a little sea breeze, splashing cool waves, smoothing my restless heart. The sea, this is the sea, the sea that so many people yearn for.
From small to large, I have seen the sea countless times, and through the screen, I have seen countless surges.
The sea is sacred. As a road, it connects the mainland and the mainland, connecting heart to heart. It is a road of navigation, a road of getting rich and a road of communication. The ancient Maritime Silk Road is the best example. It speeds up people's progress with waves, awakens people's consciousness with shocking roars, and quickly promotes the process of human civilization and courtesy.
Yes, this vast space and unknown territory has attracted countless people with its heartfelt singing. I still remember two sailors in Ai Qing's poem. One likes the whistle when starting, and the other likes the blossoming waves when anchoring. Whether they are expecting to leave or arrive, they all pass by Na Pianhai Ocean, turning expectation into surprise, making blank colorful and making their hearts fluctuate like the sea.
Of course, the sea also carries thoughts.
"The sea is changing, the moon is in the sky, and the horizon at this time is * * *." People always put sea and the sky together, because they are closely connected and inseparable, but there are tears of missing in the sea, because it is not as far away as the sky. The bright moon on the sea was born in the tide. People thousands of miles apart are smoothed by the warm sea, and the calls in people's hearts are continuously transmitted to the distance.
From time to time, the sea will show the ferocious face of bright red blood.
When people wantonly pollute and kill the creatures protected by the ocean for generations, the ocean also begins to "retaliate" itself. The body of a ship destroyed the sea, a plane rolled in the deep sea, a tragic shipwreck and a story of family destruction all showed the power of the sea in their own way, warning the human beings who constantly violated it with repeated growls.
At this moment, I met it, saw its slightly undulating chest and heard its calm heartbeat. I don't know when it woke up again, but I know it is like a mirror. I laugh, and it laughs.
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 7 leaves fall and flowers bloom. In the normal state of your life, there was a me in the past. Maybe this is a chaotic mosaic, which blurs the starting point of seeing. I don't know whether you met me or I met you, or I only had time to understand, but those years have been engraved in your old rings.
"Hi, I came to see you."
There are frolicking children in front of you, and scarves are their similarities, but their immaturity can't stop you from growing so tall.
I don't know how to address you. They say you are a rotten fruit tree because your fruit smells bad-it's not that I don't like it. I'm just curious. Your flowers are pink, your leaves are green, and your branches are thin and energetic. Why do you say that because of the small sunspot?
Do not laugh at me. I have been in primary school for six years. Every time I see you, I can't help thinking about this question. Now I'm in grade three, and I still don't understand.
Yes, time flies. It has been eight years since the third grade. I still remember you and your scenes, except … when I first met you.
When I was short and you were about the same height, you had beautiful pink jade petals in spring-they were always painted in illustrations, but the flowers I saw rarely attracted me. When the wind blows, flowers fly down, and I, running under the tree, chase one after another, looking up at you happily. You are so tall and there are so many pink flowers that you never seem to fall.
When I grow up, I am still short compared with you. I am the "big brother and big sister" in the school, and I want to make some contributions to the school. In autumn, you keep falling leaves, and my classmates and I keep sweeping, but when the wind blows, your leaves still fall unsteadily. From green to yellow, from less to more.
Then I left and went to another school. There are other trees, but I like you best. "Spring is here. Does anyone pick flowers? " "It's autumn. Does anyone sweep the fallen leaves?"
You see, since I met you, there seems to be no difference. In spring, you bring me infinite joy; in summer, you give me a shade; in autumn, you give me fallen leaves; in winter, you invite me to a dark brown background.
Maybe I will never play and run under you again, and I will never wear a bright red scarf again. But you were always there, weren't you? Every time I meet you, I am growing and you are getting old.
In the dream, a little man walked under a tree and looked up and saw the green color-"Nice to meet you".
I have met many times, but I also met you and you met me. It's a long time and the sunshine is good. We are partners!
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 8 a distant and quiet "trip to Suzhou", the sound of nature and the sound of pearls, I seem to have opened the yellow line book under the oil lamp and came to the south of the valley. There is a beautiful river continent with soft aquatic plants floating at the bottom. Sniffing the evening fragrance that has been distributed for two thousand years, tasting the increasingly naive folk customs: "It's a long road to and from here, and it's in the middle of the water." Playing the flute is like singing a poem. Every time you gently press the six holes, you will shake off fatigue and burnout like the rain that has been bathed for a long time.
Ten years of bamboo flute career, ten years of wandering, how many times to regain warmth in indifference, only grateful to have you all the way. I remembered the weak me when I was a child-comparable to the size of a bamboo flute, intermittent shortness of breath and weakness, and the thin fingers that could not block the flute hole. But this is me, but I stubbornly chose the bamboo flute, not for the beauty of the literati's bamboo silk, but because I was intoxicated when I leaned against the corner to listen to the teacher playing. Therefore, on the road of life, I will have you with me.
I remember the first time I finished playing the whole song "Dripping Water into a River". I hold you in my hand and put my feelings into you with all my heart and love. At that time, teachers and classmates applauded me, and I cried with joy. I love my music.
The next day, I took you with me, and you accompanied me, so I came over tacitly and without hesitation. In your world, I realized the elegance and richness of Maolin bamboo cultivation, and the grandeur of "looking up at the universe and overlooking the prosperity of categories". It was a kind of caring for the world, a kind of naive expectation, a kind of detachment from things, and a kind of ecstasy dancing with music.
I gave you the cold shoulder during the final review. Knowing the result, I am the first to tell you the good news. Only to find that all the ups and downs have long been with you. With your tolerance, my fingers beat 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, never tire of listening, share it for me, and be grateful to have you along the way.
Now that the mid-term exam is coming, I still refuse to leave you. Often a cup of fragrant tea, a book, and a song "Burying Flowers" is an extremely fulfilling evening self-study. Every time I play, it seems that before I came to Hua Zhong, I sang with Princess Xiaoxiang, "Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, and the fragrance dies. Who cares?" After that, I resumed my intense study, as if I were shouldering your infinite hope.
When I play with you, I always feel that there is a glory of singing and not singing, which guides me and comforts me. With you, I am full of strength, and with you, I am indomitable.
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 9 meet, the words are fragrant, and I dream freely.
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Wei Yun has picturesque scenery and flowing water. This is a good time for oranges, oranges and greens. I would like to turn into a woman in the south of the Yangtze River, wearing a delicate and gentle Chai Jing cloth skirt, holding an ancient poem, along the eaves of blue tiles, along the winding alleys, along the slender weeping willows, to taste the significance and gentleness of Tang poetry and Song poetry, to taste the misty rain and wind in the Song Dynasty, and to evoke sadness.
The delicate and cool breeze of the Tang Dynasty blew through the Gu Xiang in Chang 'an, the bridgehead of Baling, and the charming clothes of talented people lifted the layers of thin shirts and skirts of stunning beauties. The heroic wind brushed Li Bai's slightly alcoholic hair. Li Bai smiled and said, "Looking up and laughing, I went out. Are we human? " A thin cold wind poured into Du Fu's patched skirt, and Du Fu sighed, "Misfortune is happiness, frost is on the temples, heart aches, fatigue is tiredness, and wine is thick dust." The wind is Bai Juyi. "The willow branches are weak, and the east wind blows golden ..."
The gentle rain in the Song Dynasty floated across Gusu City and the Yangtze River. The gentle and gentle rain wet the graceful clothes of the cardamom girl, and also wet the books of Jiangnan gifted scholars. ...
That is the heroic tear point of Xin Qiji's "no one picks you up, you come to the scene", the tear point of Liu Chenweng's "years in the mountains, sea state of mind", the sad tear point of Li Qingzhao's "searching and searching, miserable and miserable", and Li Yu's "cutting constantly, managing chaos, leaving sorrow, especially the general taste in my heart"
Ten years of poetic dreams, looking back at Dongfeng, tears are full of clothes. I still remember the smooth lines on Wu Daozi rice paper, the deep smell of wine in Li Taibai, the lightness of dancing in Yang Yuhuan's clothes, and the beautiful scenery and full moon in many poems.
While reading a volume of poetry, I came across a poem, which seemed to come from a vague history. It is like a pear flower, without the noble beauty of peony and the cold tenacity of chrysanthemum ... I dreamed that when I saw you drunk, you floated away through the blue shirt.
Poetry meets me from the historical and cultural connotations such as the coldness of wind, the emptiness of water, the significance of light and the tenderness of the moon. I would like to be born at that time, look around on the towering mountain top, play the Long song on the lush Yuan Ye, sleep on the clock in the fishing fire in Jiangfeng, and catch the cold river alone in Jiang Xue. ...
As soon as we met, there was ink-scented poetry between the lines, and I fell asleep, intoxicated in it, and had a dream of ruling the country with the sound of the piano. When I was drunk, it was already a thousand years. ...
Meet the composition _ meet what composition 10 the vast sea of people, we are just a drop in the ocean; In the past, we were just passing by in a hurry; I'm lucky to meet you!
The red sun is in the sky, and the sun shines on me through the leaves, still burning like fire. The dry air is not cool like ice, and it blocks my way like a rock. I trudged forward step by step, on this familiar and unfamiliar road … here, here, my alma mater.
Still the same security guard, still the same door, still the same vitality. I simply greeted him and my alma mater. Crossing the seemingly endless green playground and crossing a tree-lined path, a dazzling light stung my eyes. I rubbed it and opened it again, only to see the teaching building floating in front of me at the moment-the place where the dream began. I ran straight to the third floor, but I slowed down, excited and uneasy. Does the feeling of three years ago still exist? How's her work going? Unconsciously, I have reached the door, and I saw a group of people around there, and my heart began to beat faster-did I remember wrong? Had to bite the bullet and move on-the highly tense nerves were inexplicably touched. Familiar faces and hearty laughter seem to be yesterday.
"Hello, Teacher Zhou!"
It's common to be caring and attentive. Although she has taken over the new class, she is still obsessed with us. Not high, let her become hazy in my impression-maybe she will always be the tallest in my heart. The scene when I first entered my alma mater is still vivid; When I left my alma mater and left you, that kind of sadness still lingered in my heart: we laughed together, cried together and grew up together. We went from acquaintance to acquaintance, from acquaintance to lovesickness. I remember you went to school with us six years ago. Ignorance has brought you a lot of trouble, and parents' opposition can't stop your yearning for teaching and educating people. When I entered the new class, the energetic naughty boys were full of energy, and I seemed to realize myself six years ago. Tears keep spinning, but they never fall.
Six years is not a long time, and it is a flick of a finger; Not short, not short. What remains in the dust of time is not only the teacher's first time, but also my childhood memories. You are like a candle, which ignited my thirst for knowledge, and made me learn to go ahead bravely on the road of growth.
Maybe there is no fate in life, and it is fate when you meet it; There is no love in life, but after long contact, there is love. Thank you for letting me meet you who know me best at this age!