The joy of Kai in Vientiane City is my childhood paradise. I used to go there to see all kinds of toys when I was a child. One day, I was wandering inside, and suddenly my eyes flashed. A group of colorful car models appeared in front of me, including mixers, sports cars, bulldozers, tractors, and many cars I can't name. These cars attracted my attention like magnets. I walked over and looked at them, itchy in my heart, as if I suddenly discovered the value and significance of my existence.
So I pestered my mother to buy me one.
After I got home, I took care of my new car, the blender. It has a red taxi and a red bucket. Its bucket can be turned up, and its bracket is yellow, which is very beautiful. I took it, looked around and couldn't put it down. This car is really cute!
What brand is this? Why are the colors so bright? Why is the workmanship so exquisite? Why is the function so complete? I asked my mother, and she didn't know, so I looked it up online. I know this brand is a German brand called siku, which was founded in 192 1. Now this company has more than 250 models. I'm surprised. It turns out that this company has a history of almost one hundred years. No wonder it is so awesome.
Since then, I have never stopped loving Kuqa like a bird, and it has been with me until now. I've been collecting four classics of all ages, from static to remote control, from spot to out of print. At the same time, I joined a Siku fan group and met a group of like-minded friends. It is a great pleasure to communicate with friends and share your car models in the group. Once, I sent a newly arrived out-of-print car to the group, which immediately set off a wave. You have asked me carefully about this car and where to buy it. I'm really excited to contribute to you.
Once, my father who worked in other places finally came home, and I was very happy. But only two days later, he will go back. I am very reluctant to hold his thigh and want to keep him. He said, "Son, I want to earn money to support my family. We have to go back! I really want to stay at home with you for a few more days, but I am too busy to help. " Speaking of this, my father suddenly remembered something: "I remember, I bought you a Kuku car, just as my pass, please let my son go." Unexpectedly, dad is so humorous and understands me at the critical moment. With the support of my parents, I gained great happiness on the way to collect Siku car models.
Now, my dream is to visit the Siku factory in Germany. To this end, I began to learn German and German culture. Because of the Siku car model, my vision is more and more open, and my world is more and more exciting.
It was the most beautiful encounter in my life when I met Siku car models in Vientiane City.
2. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: beautiful meeting
The orange peel is fragrant, and the teapot on the stove is steaming. This is the warmest fire in the world.
There are many places I met in my memory, such as under the old locust tree, in the pumpkin field, or on the warm heatable adobe sleeping platform in my hometown. I opened my ignorant eyes, patted the wrinkles on your forehead with my chubby little hand and smiled happily.
You use your patience to help me climb, teach me to walk, watch me babble and watch me write hard. Your eyes are always smiling. I often wonder how wonderful it is to meet.
Then I moved away and went to a city. The white walls in the room are terribly cold. I often shrink in the corner, turn off the lights and stare at the stars in the sky, one by one ... My life is beautiful, but my heart is empty.
As soon as the holiday is over, I will secretly go to the country to find you.
The country's gullies and depressions are covered with wormwood, and the muddy roadside wildflowers are smiling happily. The sun doesn't shine, but the breeze is just right.
I met you again. You lean your crutch in the corner and lie on your back in the rocking chair. You squint, smoke, breathe out a thick fog, float in the air, and soon dissipate. I ran into the door and shouted happily. When you saw me, you put out your cigarette. I criticized him again, but I couldn't help laughing.
After entering the room, I poured a cup of tea and drank it at one breath. The taste of green tea is very strong, and my mouth is bitter. I put down my glass and talked about my recent troubles.
My impassioned rhetoric, full of hope for the future, is actually just a platitudes dream. Few people support me and encourage me, but you just want me to cheer. Because of your words, when I always give up, I chose to persist, just like a pendulum swinging back and forth, moving forever.
Later, we met again in the cold ward. The faint smell of wine in the hospital stung people's eyes. You don't smoke anymore There is a steaming cup of tea in front of the cupboard. The whole cup of tea is full. It must be very bitter.
You smiled and told me that I was much taller and our roles were reversed. I can't say a word when I listen to your nagging. Sometimes the language is really weak.
Is time or people passing by? I am growing, you are aging, and I recall every conversation in the past, with my ups and downs, but not yours. I suddenly realized that I don't know you. You never told me about your past. You are like a dead leaf without branches, and you have lost contact with the tree.
There is always dispersion. Whenever I am confused, when I think of this memory of meeting, I have countless courage to push me forward.
Meeting, so beautiful.
3. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: beautiful meeting
Invite a bright moon, bring a wisp of breeze, taste fragrant tea, hold a roll of ink, let my thoughts swim in it, and let me have a wonderful encounter with the book.
In the book, I met a poem that lingered. The autumn dew is thick, in the cold season, and the reeds are rippling with the wind, white, just like the mind of a blooming teenager, chaotic and simple. Suddenly, the beautiful image of an Iraqi person floated by, vaguely floating in the wind, lamenting that the teenager wanted to trace back along the river but was blocked by the river. At this point, the river is silent, and an expectant figure stands on the shore. Let winter go and spring come, alternating day and night. It is willing to turn into soft moss at the bottom of the river, waiting for you in the microwave at the feet of Iraqis. Although it is unexpected, it can't be seen, but it always watches its inner beauty between heaven and earth.
I am a ferryman swimming in a poetic river. I just met this warm love and tenderness on the bamboo raft, and this bleak expectation and guardian-Millennium, emitting the fragrance of sunset glow and the pursuit and yearning for beauty.
A Dream of Red Mansions is broken. Where is Xiangshan? -In the book, I met beautiful paragraphs. The colorful Grand View Garden isolated the secular and dirty, but failed to get rid of the decline of Jiafu. Twelve actresses' resentment of leaving home, Lin Daiyu's Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Xue Baochai's Hate for No Opportunity, and Jia Baoyu's Poem on the Cliff. Since then, there is only one person left in the world of mortals, and the beautiful woman has to put on a white robe and feel dejected. Holding a roll in my hand, I met so melancholy and beautiful that I shed a tear in the boudoir, so moved that I cried.
I am a passer-by immersed in a dream of red mansions, and the complexity of love and affection makes me encounter different kinds of thinking. The ideal friendship and love always conflict with the world, but the reality is inevitably deeply rooted. How to toss and turn, how to persevere, can not help but make people think: this bright moon-like, warm sun-like dream, "let's clean up the quality", "let's shelter from the wind and rain", where is Xiangshan? This colorful sadness combines a little pain of artistic thinking, and then you encounter a rare sadness.
Fluorescent, love is the source-in the book, I met sincere love and moved. It is not only the fanaticism aroused by the collision of magic sparks, but also the firmness and affection of those who face light and love. Harry Potter has a pair of green eyes, flashing many past and future; Snape is the most tender and delicate heart under decades of indifference. We are born in love, we achieve love, we protect love, and we firmly believe in love. This is the power of light to split darkness, and this is the meaning of beautiful and touching feelings. JK Rowling brings us not only the magical world, but also the kind of beauty that we yearn for most.
I am a diver in the wizarding world. In the fantastic waves, I collided with these beautiful hearts and was carried away by friendship. This inspired the meaning of my greatest "love" and taught me the secret of justice and unyielding.
4. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: beautiful meeting
Looking forward to, looking forward to, finally, I met her-China's View on Ancient Literature.
When my father handed me a brand-new "Ancient prose", my coke was broken-the magnificent story in my parents' mouth finally unveiled the mystery and let me see the truth!
I carefully turned over a page-"In the spring of Li Qing's fourth year, Teng Amethyst fell to Baling County ..." This is Fan Wenzheng's masterpiece Yueyang Tower. I was immediately attracted by this beginning and immediately encountered difficulties: "What do you mean? And below, everything is thriving ... "The poems I learned before are not so complicated! I turned to my father for help in an instant. Dad smiled and said, "from now on, I won't teach you." There are notes at the back, you can turn them yourself. " I can't wait to turn over a page when I hear this. Sure enough! More than 20 comments, such as swarms of ants, are neatly listed there. "In the spring of the fourth year, Teng Amethyst was demoted as the satrap of Baling County ... All kinds of abandoned enterprises were established one after another ..." The detailed comments made me feel like a treasure. I took my notes and greedily absorbed the essence of Yueyang Tower, as if flying at the end of Qingyun Mountain. We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ? Meeting the viewpoint of ancient China people is like meeting a good gentleman, who taught me the basic knowledge of China.
"Give you a task and finish reciting Yueyang Tower in three days!" Dad made a request. "Three days? May I? " Dad nodded encouragingly: "Now you can't learn by rote, use your head more." I quickly sat at my desk and thought carefully. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't finished reading the notes, and I had a brainwave. I turned over two pages-I saw a small black word written by Microsoft, and the translation of Yueyang Tower vernacular was neatly written.
"Ancient prose" began to show me the prosperity of Baling thousands of years ago: "The rain continued, it didn't clear up for several months, the cold wind roared, and the turbid waves went straight into the sky; The sun, the moon and the stars cover their brilliance, and the mountains cover their shape. " When I was immersed in this magnificent Dongting Lake, I woke up and recited the sentence: "If it rains, the moon will not open, the evil wind will howl and the waves will be empty; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden. " In the afternoon, I sat at my desk, watching this magnificent movie, never leaving. That night, I recited the story of Yueyang Tower. "Guan Zhi of Ancient Chinese Literature" is another excellent photographer, who showed me the beautiful scenery thousands of years ago.
From Yueyang Tower to Shi Shuo to Preface to Wang Tengting, the concept of ancient prose has opened a beautiful and wonderful language world for me, and it has gradually become an indispensable part of my life. When I read the ancient prose carefully, I feel my soul wandering and listening to the teachings of ancient sages. Every step is a different scenery-I have been integrated with ancient Chinese.
Today, the viewpoint of China's ancient literature has been with me for more than three years. "What's so shameful about playing with running water at the clock meeting?" We are like bosom friends. We meet, know each other and stay together. Every morning, I meet her on the bookcase, and it becomes particularly beautiful in the morning. Every time I meet her, it is the most beautiful meeting.
5. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: beautiful meeting
I have always believed that the source of everything is meeting.
Meeting is the fragrance of bees around the butterfly array; The conference is a colorful empty valley and orchids; Meeting is a glimpse of all beings. I think there are thousands of encounters in this world, and this is the most beautiful one.
The drizzle stopped me.
Blue bricks and white tiles, the water color reflects the sky. The breeze caresses the clear, ethereal and crystal clear river, lining the willow branches dancing in the air, leaving ripples in the water, as if it were proof of willow life.
The rain is a little cold. I sat on the boat and reached out to feel the gentle moisture. I walked out of the cabin and looked back at the scenery along the way. I can't help but sigh that Jiangnan is unique, unique. Smiling, I put my hand on the river again, and I clearly felt that the water flowed through my palm, like a soul, playing in my palm, and the rain dripped on the river, rippling and splashing, like the wings of a butterfly.
In front of the house on the shore, the ancient and vicissitudes of life are all revealing the beauty of classicism. There is also a thin bamboo in the yard, but it is still full of vitality and stands there quietly, just like an out-of-touch fairy. A ray of sunshine passed through the bamboo forest, and tiny mottled leaves fell on the soil. I seem to smell the smell of early spring, just like the fresh fragrance in my childhood dream. Looking up, the leaves on the elm tree are falling on my hair. I am still immersed in the vitality of the bamboo forest and awakened by this little leaf. The green in the leaves flows through the veins, and the fine lines are changing rapidly.
Thousands of worlds in life are so beautiful that they should just be a quiet paradise, infected with the vitality of life. This wonderful encounter, I think, is it the most beautiful encounter in nature where people and life blend together?
But it turns out that this encounter is so beautiful under this nature.