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It's a magical dream.
I went to another world, this world is amazing, it is similar to the city I live in, but not similar. I was lost in this city, searching for it. Looking in the street where people come and go. That's when a girl came across the street. I accidentally put in her book, I accidentally knocked her book off. Just as I looked up at her, I was amazed. She looked exactly like me, practically carved out of a mold. I asked her: what's your name? "Gu Ziqing" Gu Ziqing, I pondered this name over and over in my mind. Why does she look so much like me?
She invited me to her home, her mother looked at me, also surprised, her mother seemed to understand something, just nodded silently. I found out from her that she has the same birthday as me. It's really amazing, there's someone in this world who looks exactly like me and has the same birthday. Ever since those Gu Ziqing, I went to her house every day to play, and her mom became familiar with it, and I made small snacks with me to eat. But Gu Ziqing never mentioned her father or which school she went to, which was strange to me, but I didn't ask. He is the opposite of my character, my character is big and bold, she is gentle and kind.
Today Gu Ziqing transferred to our school, and is also my classmate. Everyone in the class thinks we are twins, which makes us both very proud. I told them that there is only a one in a million chance in this world to meet someone who looks exactly like you. And I was this lucky person. Gu Ziqing's studies were very good and I admired her for her ability to sink her teeth into her studies, while I always thought about playing. That day, Gu Ziqing didn't come to school, so I went to ask the teacher, but she didn't tell me. I went to her house after school. Suddenly I realized that her house had disappeared. I thought of what Gu Ziqing had told me: we should always be good friends, even if we are far away from each other. I waited patiently for her to come back, and I wondered every night when she would come back, and when! Finally one day she showed up, she told me she had gone to her dad, so I didn't ask any more questions. We are still good friends as always.
This day an old grandfather came to me and said, Gu Ziqing is your inner self. You envy her everything, but I want to tell you, it is all your own. You have to be patient and discover to find it. You have to study hard, and one day you will become like Gu Ziqing. If you don't study hard, you'll become an annoying person. I woke up. Since then, Gu Ziqing has become a partner in my heart, but also the "enemy", I have to work hard. Some people ask what it is to meet, and the answer to all these questions is that the moon is hiding in the clouds, and the stars have found her by accident.
There are many ways to meet, such as Liang Shanbo with the window Zhu Yingtai, the cowherd across the river in the sky looking at the weaver, white Suzhen would rather violate the rules of the sky to marry Xu Xian ...... the world, there is no wonder! These are just stories of people meeting people, and I'm such a 13 year old boy who doesn't quite get it. I only know that meeting is a once-in-a-lifetime fate. My meeting with literature is like that. Literature, although she does not speak like a human being, but she has become my intimate friend. Reading her, I can understand the outside world; observing her, I can eliminate their own loneliness; using her, I can vent the worries of the heart. Make friends with literature, you will find that she can talk: I appreciate the "desert paddy fields flying white Lu", said "Yanshan snowflakes as big as a mat", singing the fragrance of flowers, chanting the wonders of poetry, the mood is also much more comfortable. Thanks to a pamphlet called a reading book, although its content is much more difficult to understand than the textbook. The things in the textbook will be tested in the exam, so I can't help but reject her from the bottom of my heart. After the exam, casually flip through the reading book, to kill time, I instantly fell in love with her ----- literature. When I appreciate Bing Xin's "send mother", the heart ripples, the poet borrowed a paper boat to think of the mother, even a piece of paper are not willing to abandon, more reflect the author's attachment. Bing Xin is always happy to fold, obsessively want to let the paper boat to bring to the mother's heart. Every word and line in the poem touches the wandering children, who are also looking forward to the moment of the arrival of the paper boat. When reading Wang Anshi's "climbed Feilai Peak", the heart can not help but feel: this seems to be a simple writing scene, but wrote the poet defied the difficulties, the courage to climb the peaks of the grandeur, in fact, more overflowing with the performance of the politician's self-confidence. Occasionally, I read "Yanmen Taishou Xing", can not help but be moved by its loyalty to the country's ideals and the determination of action: the army pressed the border, our generals are not for nothing, in the night raids, after some hard fighting, won the victory. Li He this kind of head on the waistband of pants, is not exactly need to have? Meet people or things, although not always companion life, but also can learn from each other.
Meet you, very precious, like you and I hide and seek.
In a lifetime, we will meet many people and many things. Some rub shoulders, will give people a surprise; some encounters, will also let people into a deep thinking.
The winter morning, the cold wind, the sky drifting snow gradually turned into goose feather snow, the world has become white. The earth is covered with a thick quilt, and the trees and plants have changed into silver winter clothes.
I tightly shrink in the quilt do not want to get up, afraid of the cold slipped in. Mom shouted outside, "I'm going out to run errands today, order your own takeout for breakfast, and remember to go to cram school!"
The white smoke floated lightly to the roof, slowly in the dissipation, the clock moved step by step to 8 o'clock. My stomach made a grumbling sound. So I took out my phone and ordered my favorite KFC breakfast, and next organized my bag for class while waiting for the delivery boy. However, the little brother seems to be with me, left wait does not come, right wait does not come, in the blink of an eye has been 8:30, "9 o'clock class, the delivery does not come I will be late," I began to fidget, eagerly looking at the entrance to the neighborhood, looking forward to the appearance of the delivery boy. But he didn't show up, and I stared at the word "reminder" on my cell phone, my finger wanting to click on it
"Forget it, it might be here soon, I consoled myself."
So, I decided to wait a little longer. In the blink of an eye, the time turned to 8:45. I really can't wait any longer, the cell phone clearly wrote 8:30 before delivery, are after a quarter of an hour, I pressed the reminder.
Just then, the doorbell rang. I saw that the delivery boy was covered in snow and panting, and his breath was white. "I'm really sorry, I'm overdue. On the way I saw a grandfather who slipped on his bike, I helped him and fixed his bike, so I'm sorry for the delay"
All my complaints and anger disappeared the moment I saw the little brother, and with a red face, I took the steaming hot takeaway, and before I could say thank you, he disappeared in the wind and snow... .... I regretted it so much that I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. I wish I hadn't pressed the "call" button, and I hope he won't be reprimanded by the company.
In this cold winter, some people sitting in the office with hot tea; some people driving a high-grade car shuttle in the city, some people around the roaring fireplace cozy watching TV. But there are also so a group of people defy the cold and heat, in order to live in the streets and lanes hurriedly busy, usually to them are disdainful of the eyes. All the prejudices were changed at this moment, and my heart was touched. Yes! I should thank, thank the courier boy and all the silent social service workers, is their hard work to facilitate the lives of everyone, creating a convenient and beautiful society.
This wonderful encounter, let me see the flow in the city of a beautiful landscape ......
meet first year essay 4As a child, I have a dream: is to meet another self. But the dream was a dream, and I never imagined that one day this dream would come true.
But time passes slowly and I have grown up.
But time has passed, and I have grown up, and this childhood dream has left a real shadow.
It was a quiet morning, she leaned slightly in front of the window, through the early sun cast a little sunshine, looking at the hands of the small book. The breeze came gently, blowing the window buds, "rustle" played a prelude to the dawn. The wind was so light that it also moved the short hair on her forehead. I met her - another self. She is so serious, between the eyebrows emerged a light book, always around a wisp of ink fragrance, I was like this, far from gazing at her, the heart can not help but come out of such a sentence belly with poetry from the hair, really, in this quiet morning, in this quiet window, she became a beautiful scenery.
It was a hot afternoon, sweat soaked his clothes, in the bright classroom, the only thing I saw was her rotating figure, such as a butterfly like splendor, dancing is the remorselessness of youth, I met her - the dance of himself. She was so happy, her face overflowing with a sunny smile, I watched her from afar, she was using her own footsteps, weaving a colorful scroll, I think the word to describe the sprightly and free can no longer be more apt, the dance for the elves, she left behind an active figure.
It was a bright night, the starry sky with a soft light, she sat at her desk, writing. The moonlight reflected her face, the look full of caution, ah, I met her again - the exam itself, she treats things so seriously, unlike the old days of hip-hop, the tip of the pen kept touching, and sometimes resting on their chins, I quietly looked at her, looking at her contemplative look, and waited for the test paper, only to reveal a kind of relaxed posture. I was kind of impressed that she could be so rigorous about it.
I've met so many of myself, but every one of them is me. I don't know who is the real me, but every part is indispensable so that it is the unique self.
I have met another self, in the childhood dream has long been destined, I have met another self.
I have met another self, in the childhood dream has long been destined, I have met another self. The encounter may be the turn of life; the encounter may be the enlightenment of life; the encounter may be the stars in the darkness. Meeting will always bring us surprises, but also bring us sadness and sorrow.
Time flies, the years quietly slipped away from me. "An inch of time is an inch of gold, an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time". Time can never come back, and I can only look back and let the years become a memory to keep in mind.
I thank God's arrangement, let me come to this family, let me meet grandmother. She is a kind, kind-hearted person. I grew up with my grandmother, and the years I spent with her, I was very happy, it was my grandmother who taught me how to be a man, how to deal with people, she taught me a lot of truth.
Grandma early morning and late at night, but when I think of me, grandma has what to eat, but also think of me. Whenever the fall harvest season, the slope of the wild fruits ripe, grandmother every time home will pick some for me, to others, although not precious, but with me but sweeter than honey.
I remember one night, I had a cold and fever, grandmother in the dark night carrying me to the hospital, grandmother's pace is very fast but very heavy, step by step are very stable, for fear that I fell, my tears can not help but fall. When I arrived at the hospital, my grandmother held my hand with her rough hand, and it was so warm! I want to grow up and share my grandma's burden so that she won't have to worry about me anymore, and I want the years to stop, so that I won't mark my grandma's face with the footprints of the years. Imagination is always beautiful, but reality is cruel. When I was ten years old, my grandmother left me forever, and I can't see my grandmother's kind face anymore, can't hold her warm hand anymore, and can't hear her melodious voice anymore. Grandma left because of illness, listening to grandpa said, one day grandma in the injection suddenly draw off the needle, the rain came to the door of the school, just want to see me, but do not want to disturb my study, just stand outside the door and do not move, parents looking around, finally, in front of the school to find grandma. When I came home from school on Friday, my grandmother talked to me a lot, and on Saturday, she left me. Grandma left are still thinking of me, whenever I think of this to the, my tears fell again.
I want to thank the meet, let me meet the grandmother, may she be in heaven peace, happy!
In our growth path, a greeting, in the heart of the ripples, the body will feel a stream of warmth, and sometimes a help, although just a little bit of a small thing, but can be unforgettable for a long time. When I was in elementary school, my classmates accompanied me all the way to middle school. Now we are divided into various classes, these things evoke my memories.
I remember the elementary school, then first grade, my mother and I reported to the elementary school, see our teacher - Mr. Zhang, I was particularly shy, and then Mr. Zhang said to me: "Yo! I was particularly shy, and then Mr. Zhang said to me, "Yo! Boys can not be so timid oh, be brave." These words of Mr. Zhang y touched me, I remembered this kind and friendly teacher at that time. Over the years, Ms. Zhang y educated me, she is teaching language, her class is always so wonderful. I like Ms. Zhang very much and I like every class of Ms. Zhang. Over the past six years, there are still many things happened in the class sometimes, and all these things are solved by Ms. Zhang, looking at Ms. Zhang's hard work, I would like to say, "Ms. Zhang, you have worked hard!"
Sixth grade, one day at noon, I suddenly had a feeling of wanting to vomit, so I rushed to the pool side, vomited a pool of, back to the classroom, and after a while, I want to vomit, and then vomited a pool of, I feel as if I was a little uncomfortable, Zhang teacher immediately ran over to me, and said: "You're all right! Do you want to call your parents and go home so you can rest?" I said, "It's not much, I can still go to class." The teacher's warmth made my stomach much better. Teacher Zhang is such a person, she cares a lot about all of us, she treats each of us as if we were children. This incident makes me still vivid in my mind, I have a deeper impression of Ms. Zhang.
There is another thing, to the final exam, I was very nervous afraid of their own test is not good, then Mr. Zhang came over to me and said: "have reviewed so much, I believe you will be good. Cheer up!" Teacher Zhang's encouragement made me motivated. I thought that the final exam was nothing difficult, and I would definitely get a grade that satisfied me. I got a good grade in the final exam, and I thank Mr. Zhang for encouraging me.
Now, now we are a junior high school students, I'm going to leave Mr. Zhang, and other students also separated. We entered a new environment, classmates will occasionally meet, but I y miss you, Mr. Zhang how are you?
I really want to meet you again Mr. Zhang.
A layer of smoke swept through the bedroom as I slept. I tried to open my eyes, and suddenly felt that the world had become much larger.
I was about to rub my eyes to see if I was hallucinating, when the touch on the side of my face was plush, like being brushed gently by millions of feathers. He withdrew his arm violently, only to realize that his hand was a dog's paw.
"Maisie, you must not know who I saw!" I whipped my head around to see the dog that had made the noise - Blackback. Running towards him, I was still unfamiliar with the dog's posture, and midway through the run, my big ears just kept flapping up and down, and my body was a little wobbly, like running on a one-way street.
Before I stood still, the black back ran behind me and shoved me, and said excitedly and eagerly, "I saw Huanhuan in the square, and she wants to see you by name, so don't run fast." I froze, and before I could react, I was wrapped up in the black back and continued to walk towards the square.
Near the square, in a large pile of teddy square, I saw an acre of golden color, quickly ran to, and saw Huanhuan lying on the ground. But her fur was dull, despite her owner's best efforts to dress her in every way possible. When she saw me, a bright light flashed in her eyes, and struggling to her feet, she said in a slightly flirtatious manner, "Maisie, I really don't seem to be able to do it, and I ...... am probably going to have to go." After saying this, there was a gasp. My eyes were suddenly hazy, like bubbles rising up in Sprite, crystalline and fragile.
I struggled to hold back the sourness inside.
"What about your master?" "He ...... he has his sister with him." "But that woman could have hurt you!" "It's okay, I know that she loves her master very much. And I know at the same time, deep down, that I love my master too, and I want him to be happy, and I want him to have company." My voice with a sobbing tone intertwined constantly with her gasping voice. Suddenly, I was silent, and the air fell silent.
Huanhuan moved her legs, which were no longer very conscious, and gave me one last look, her voice even weaker "I'm leaving, I won't be able to see you or my master again, now I have no regrets." As her voice grew fainter and fainter, she drifted away, but carved into her heart.
I looked y at Huanhuan, turned and ran in the direction of home, shaking my body, flapping my ears, and rushing headlong into the arms of my old dad, "Old dad, I will make a lot of money in the future, and instead of gripping meatballs, I'll gripe a sister for you."
Pops, I can only accompany you for more than ten years, not long, but I will type every day, earn big money, and in the last days, pour all the money, gripping a sister to you. You don't have to thank me, you have to thank me for the most important encounter in life.
Meet first year essay 8
West Lake, you set the ancient and modern favor in one, you enrich too much literature, rhetoric and song, you carry too much talent and beauty `sentiment, you perfected too many stories legend, and now you vividly my memory.
Su Causeway, White Causeway, Broken Bridge, Long Bridge, Leifeng Pagoda, Three Pools and the Moon ...... These words fixed in the ink resurrected, Xu Xu, y approached my heart.
From the Broken Bridge side involving a small boat sailing, around the rowboat three or two, the water glistening, clear early square. A slanting sun reflected in the water, but also into the eyes of the child. The bank is densely vegetated, high and low between the trees covered with white walls, red flowers, occasional waterfowl, boating brother told that the heron, red eyes, sharp beak, there is a close at hand, and was surprised by us, really let the children surprised for a while.
Looking to the Broken Bridge, my brother told a few versions of the name of the Broken Bridge, the White Snake and Xu Xian we know, he said that the snow-covered bridge is half white, half brown, how enchanting it will be, so I was mesmerized.
Looked at Jigong's Lingyin Temple from a distance. There the sky, mountains and water are connected, is a good place of tranquility. Passed by the small Yingzhou. Saw a luxurious gold-topped two-story ship, waiting for tourists to return.
Looking to the Lake Pavilion, really as Zhang Dai said, looking forward to snow, to a date on the island. Unfortunately, it is summer, but leave some imagination in the heart or not?
The most exciting is to see the back of the dollar San Tan Yin Yue. The first time I saw this, I was able to see it on the back of a dollar, and I was able to see it on the back of a dollar. It was built by Su Dongpo to monitor the water level and disaster situation. When the oil lamps go out and the six holes turn black, the neighborhood should move away to close the disaster. And then there were thirty-two moons probably purely by coincidence. Coupled with the monitoring of science and technology to make flood prediction more accurate, three pools of guardianship of the residents of the duties of life gradually be replaced, only to make us look at it more elegant content, less technological content, so that they are the guardian angel of Hangzhou residents. Think about the six-meter-high block of granite carving, really is the wisdom of the Song people. Its modeling, pattern is more than a beautiful can be said to be accurate.
The Leifeng Pagoda, I should be affected by the legend to hate it, but to see such exquisite, atmospheric tower really hate. The golden top is not vulgar, solid but not hard, just right inlaid in the green mountains and green water, red, red, yellow, yellow, white, rich in color. Yes, it feels like it should be here ah, and it should not fall for a thousand years, ten thousand years. Wasted by the theater scolded so many years, it is really wrong!
West Lake, you hundreds of years of charm of the woman, so much love, finally lived up to its reputation perfected my memory, enriched my encounter, born to let me fall in love with you. How can I fiddle with my lovesickness for no reason after parting? But I still fell in love with you.
Meet First Year Essay 9Some people live in fantasy every day, fantasizing that there is another parallel world in which there is an opposite of us. Although I have also fantasized this way, this other me is in my heart, only not yet met at the right time, or rather, not yet discovered ......
Two little girls sat puffed up on the lawn with their arms crossed. One in the far east, one in the far west, who does not care who.
The two of them are like this, do not meet even miss, see each other to bet on the flip-flop. And there is a little girl, is the smallest between them, but also the most understanding, when they quarrel, she will always be sitting by herself, not a word.
In this stumbling friendship they cried together, laughed together, and grew up together.
In elementary school, they hardly saw each other. Until one time, parents get together. Mom brought me along, and I realized that they were both there. As soon as I walked in the door, she - the girl I used to argue with when we met as kids - gave me a bear hug.
I moped around all afternoon, and the reason for my annoyance couldn't have been more childish: I'd regressed in my exams.
After dinner, the parents were talking to each other, and the kids? Long ago I do not know when to slip into the room. "Honestly, is not criticized by the teacher?"
God, the two of them are simply a roundworm in my belly, is it because I show too obvious? They are simply another me in the world.
When it was over, the youngest said something I won't forget: "Why didn't you two fight today? "Because of growing up."" An aunt said half-jokingly from the sidelines.
Once on my birthday, when all my other friends were gone and only the two of them were left, we went downstairs and sat on a bench in the neighborhood looking at the moon. "Let's make sentences." We always seemed to be like we were competing in our studies.
"The moon and the stars can't meet, but the stars are accompanied by a sky full of stars." "The sun and the moon can't meet, but the sun is accompanied by white clouds." "What about the moon?" The youngest asked. "The moon has the whole world with it." As if I had seen this phrase somewhere, I blurted it out at once.
The soft moonlight shone on the three of us, looking at each other happy and smiling. I think this is what it looks like to meet friendship, to meet another self!
You are in the layers of fog in the side of the head, I seem to see the dissolving moonlight, and seems to touch the clanking pride.
Hidden in the Hundred Rocks, indulgence song, you are uninhibited; refused to wear a veil, and friends cut the seat, you are proud; in the event of hair, righteousness, you are upright. Sigh only sighed disorderly world, the string straight from the break, you can not escape from the darkness of the top of the pressure, can not break the heavy shackles of the world.
But you are not ashamed of you. The death penalty, the bullet, the spirit of unchanged, "the eye to send the return of Hong, the hand waved five strings", a song of the Guangling San Road all the sadness and happiness, mournful, and finally become a song of the ages - Jikang, you have no intention of shocking the flying Hong, how do you know that the proud put when, but shocked the spring color of a mountain.
I put down a piece of fallen leaves, slowly engraved on the "bone of pride". ( )
You turned around, the silhouette in the mist appears leisurely but far away, spontaneous and proud.
Young into the service, the chest surging with thousands of heroic dry clouds, you would like to turn Du Yu, the sound of blood for this embroidered rivers and mountains; the sea of bureaucracy, but the hands can not always hold the well-being of the lights, you touch the bleak, lamented the Kyoto three thousand glazed tiles, but no piece can be loaded with your enthusiasm; abandon the official return to the field, such as you are so straight and proud, and how would it be for the five-double-digit rice folded waist? Sending the pomp and circumstance away, this "picking chrysanthemums under the East Fence, leisurely see the South Mountain" in the free and wonderful, heaven knows, you know.
Tao Gong, this field and mountain forests because of your nourishment and heavy, green seedling field, tea cloth, you hoe evening return, hidden song haunting the sky.
I took a few steps forward, and put down a leaf, and gently wrote down "calm".
You are walking towards me, and your face is becoming clearer and clearer. The fog wrapped around you, but how can not hide your body emanating from the free and unrestrained.
When you are young, you will be negative reputation, a childish hand wave actually waved on the other bitter chanting for many years are not into the line of natural atmosphere; play tour flowers, youthful spirit, love thoughts, you are the world are praised by the white minister Liu San-chang; a day to embark on the civil service, but because of the son of heaven a sentence, "but to stay in this person under the moon and flower singing" and the name of the mountain. There is no anger, no reluctance, no sigh of frustration and injustice, you just laughed out loud, and the same day, you were ordered to fill in the lyrics, detained for life. This kind of freedom and willfulness, how many people in the world can reach?
Liu Yong, I heard the most distant sound from your heart, and that a song of words like a monument, for you to circle the boundaries of the word country.
I turned the corner, and then put down a piece of fallen leaves, casually waved down the "free".
I am a pilgrim on the road of youth, and you are my guide in the mist. Whenever I walk in the forest, I don't know where to go, I can meet you at the corner. Author: Yang Yi Jing