Composition 1: Beautiful Meeting Perhaps, every day, I will pass many people by; Perhaps, every day, there will be many places to leave my footprints; Perhaps it is the coincidence of these fates that makes me meet many beautiful people.
I have been in primary school for a long time. I looked at the gate and thought about how the little girl felt when she walked into the campus with trembling legs seven years ago. Excited, excited, or expecting? It was my best meeting.
Walking into the campus and looking at the teaching buildings that once made me gnash my teeth, I actually gave a light smile, with some nostalgia and some attachment. From the sixth grade to now, the open space has become a building, the runway has become plastic, the classroom has been fitted with a projection, and everything has changed.
Looking at the tall building in front of me, the concrete floor suddenly appeared in front of me. A long time ago, I always played there. I met my best math teacher in that hot summer. One day it was so hot that even the electric fan was dead, so the teacher went to buy a box of popsicles and gave them to us to eat. That was six or seven years ago. I still remember the teacher's knowing smile, gentle eyes and the coolness of popsicles. This is a wonderful meeting.
Go straight, it's the school auditorium. Looking at the door, another appeared in front of me. Take it? Guest? Brand girl. It was the 80th anniversary of the school. A retired teacher came, and the girl looked at it for a long time, and finally remembered that it was her head teacher in grade one. She thought the teacher wouldn't remember her, but she touched her head affectionately, 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 on her face by years. The corners of her eyes are drooping, which is also a sign that she is old, but her eyes still look at her with curiosity. The girl suddenly remembered that when she was a child, the teacher would hold her hand and teach her to write, arrange her to sit with the monitor to improve her grades, and touch her head lovingly. It turns out that the girl buried everything about the teacher in her memory. This is also a beautiful encounter.
I came to Class One, Grade Six according to my memory. At the window, I saw the world inside. A wooden desk and chair, a chalky blackboard, everything is so familiar. I want to go in, touch the desks and chairs I used, and look for my traces, but I can't. I was a little depressed, but there were four girls singing in my ears, mixed with joy, happiness and tacit understanding between them. Suddenly, I feel a little sad again. My former inseparable friend has parted ways now. But even if it is separated, that beautiful memory remains in my heart. That is the flash of life, the eternal beauty of life. It's so nice to meet you.
Birds come and fly; The flowers are blooming. Thank you again. The students left one group and went to another. I close my eyes, and the beautiful encounter in this school is like a movie, which is played little by little. At that moment, I seemed to see the smiling faces of all the teachers and classmates and heard what they said? Goodbye? .
There are many beautiful encounters and many sad farewells. Only those flowers and trees that are not old are still here watching us and witnessing these encounters and departures.
Goodbye, elementary school.
Composition 2: Beautiful Meeting Thank God, let's meet in this life, at your most beautiful time. Southland, with my youth in full swing, with the cliff of my school, with my future bloody sunrise. Buddha said: Fifty times in my last life, I only got one pass in this life. So, how many lifetimes have I been reincarnated before I hug you in the south of the colorful clouds? Let you accompany me from breastfeeding to becoming a seven-foot man? I love this place with 26 nationalities, I like the flowers and leaves in this place, and I cherish the wonderful encounter in our lives!
You are always waiting by the roadside where we meet flowers on time. You have slender hair like willow leaves, your eyes are the transparent blue of the lake, and your voice is like the crisp gulls in Dianchi Lake. We never hold hands, but we are closer than hugging. Whenever the warm breath brushed my cheeks, I was deeply intoxicated. I still remember you. I have known you since I was sensible. I know you will always play with me. Now I feel your delicacy and gentleness more deeply. Even if I inadvertently hold the flowers in your arms, you always stare at me with a smile. You said, this is your gift to me. I look sideways, and the whole world is a gift from you. Flowers bloom, new buds sprout, and the fragrance floats all over the world. Our meeting was very warm.
The seasons are hot and cold, and when it rains, it becomes winter. Our personalities are so similar, rain or shine. When I am happy, you will laugh with me, and when I am sad, you will cry with me. Therefore, the scorching sun is our sunshine, and the rainy and cold weather is our sadness. Tong Yuan Mountain is full of our playing footprints, and the grass on the cliff of Shilin also blooms with the green. I think, this season, we are excited and not afraid of tanning, because the cold drink shop at the campus gate is the place we often go. You are like an energetic spirit, and everything I meet with you is so energetic.
I still remember the Chinese textbook I read in primary school: Autumn is here, and geese fly south. You told me with a smile, isn't this coming to us? Reaching out to the sky, I saw groups of elegant migratory birds flapping their wings. They are ballet dancers in the air, but after seeing you, they slowly fall by your side. I watched you dance with them like a fairy tale by your side and listened to you sing with them loudly: Come on! When the leaves in the north turn yellow and the wheat in the north matures, welcome to our quiet Wen Shuang world, where the leaves will never fall! Yes, October is your bright face, which not only shines on Chuxiong's fishing songs, but also lights up the amorous feelings of Cangshan in Dali.
Will you start to get cold? I know you have your own sadness, and no one has asked the truth for thousands of years. Because every time I ask you, you always answer me with a smile: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Yes, thank you for teaching me this truth, so that I can still keep my yearning for truth, goodness and beauty when I encounter difficulties. Outside the heavy clothes, you would rather be shivering with cold, and let my heart contain a warm heart. Occasionally, a snow melts before it falls into my hands. I won't leave you, and neither will you leave me. Year after year, year after year, even if it is cold, I know that our meeting is a lifetime.
Elegant, graceful, strong and beautiful, you and I have a beautiful encounter in this life, and I am glad to have you all the way. Even if I am sitting in the examination room with a paper in my hand and looking at it carefully, I will still imagine if you and I just ask you, as we did when we first met: Can you tell me your name? Last name is Yun, single name is Nan. ?