I met you that day. In the early morning, continuous light rain enveloped the newly awakened campus. The grass swaying gently in the wind greedily sucks the dew in the sky. Willow branches stretch out the softest radian and dance gracefully in the breeze, like a girl's hair running in front, leaving a lonely figure in the air.
I was walking leisurely on campus. After the next corner, a dark purple figure suddenly fell into my eyes, arousing ripples in my heart. This kind of feeling is so familiar, and it seems far away, and it seems to be yesterday. ...
One morning a few years ago, I officially entered this middle school and this class for the first time. I am full of joy, mixed with confusion about the unknown road ahead. The next second, you push open the dark green iron gate and walk into the classroom. That day, you were wearing a dark purple short sleeve and a pair of dull jeans. When you walked into the classroom, the whole class quieted down, and several students nearby whispered, "Is this our head teacher?" Another voice said, "No, I hope it's a beauty." When I heard this, I said to myself: Yes, it is definitely not the class teacher. However, the next second, you cleared your throat, and the deep voice broke my reverie: "Hello, classmates, I'm your class teacher, and my last name is Luo." Your short bangs stick to your forehead because of the fine sweat on your head, and purple-black short sleeves can't cover your fat belly, which looks funny but cute.
Later, I heard from my deskmate how you felt when you first met us: "Xiong Haizi, what group is this?" I can't help laughing, as if there is still a teaching that you hate iron and don't produce.
The scene before us is changing. It is a hot but beautiful summer. A little hotter on the fiery red plastic runway seems to burn. The grass is dripping with oil and full of vitality in the sun. You are at this end of the track and the students are at the other end. When every figure running in the wind passes in front of you, I hear you shouting come on. On the day of the public ranking, you were on the podium, and your mouth was clearly chanting: "Hey, you can get on the podium if you work harder." But his eyes were full of smiles, staring at more than forty students in the audience.
I tidied up my mood, drew my thoughts from the breeze, and began to chase the man. A crisp voice sounded in the cold wind: "Hey, Lao Luo!" " "
I met you that day. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. "I reluctantly bid farewell to my former best friend, stepped into the unfamiliar environment of junior high school, and never saw those lively and lovely bosom friends again ... but fate took care of me so much-that day, I met you.
On that day, I met you-a gentle person. "Meeting is a poem, which contains laughter and sadness; Meeting is a song, which contains high agitation and softness. It is meeting that makes life colorful. " This poetic language comes out of your mouth again, which is really icing on the cake. As a result, I was attracted to you and began to meet you.
That day, I met you-a lively person. After all, we met on the basketball court. When you break through the tight encirclement and score a perfect goal with a beautiful "three-step jump basket", you lose your gentle appearance, but show your lively inner essence. While cheering for your superb skills, I am even more amazed at your wisdom and courage. "Let's make friends!" I can't sit still any longer. I came to tell you. Suddenly I regretted it. How can making friends be so impulsive? Just as I was preparing to "escape from the scene" in confusion, the word "good" you blurted out made me happy and shocked. That's "but I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn"!
That day, I met you-a clever man. A long time ago, your black-rimmed glasses reflected infinite wisdom. Sure enough, you and I are always competing in the examination room and in the result list. I can't help worrying: Can competition and friendship coexist? But you are always so tolerant, you have surpassed me and become "your luck"; I passed you by and called me "awesome". How powerful is your mouth?
That day, I met you-a humorous person.
That day, I met you-a kind person.
How many "you" did I meet on that sacred "that day"? !
Thank God for letting me meet you.
I met you that day. The sunshine in early spring is warm, the willows are swaying and stretching their waists. A warm wind blows the hair in your ear. Like a moving scenery, people stop to watch. I met you that day.
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Bad contact
"ah! Great! I will be late, and I will be late on the first day of school. " While complaining, I got up quickly and put on my socks in a hurry. I ran into the bathroom before I put one foot in my shoe. I don't know if I saw it, but I was shocked. Is that me in the mirror? I have fluffy hair, blood stains on my face (photographed by mosquitoes last night) and saliva stains on my mouth. It's already bad. I cleaned up, it's 7: 30! It was too late to have breakfast, so I picked up a cake and ran outside.
When I arrived at the station, fortunately, the bus had not started yet. I rushed there at a speed of 100 meters. When I was about to catch up, the bus waved goodbye to me. Oh, my God, I have no choice but to take an expensive motorcycle.
When I came to school, I didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the campus, so I rushed straight ahead, bang! I have a circle of stars on my head. I shook them and saw a pile of books in front of me. There is a girl sitting next to her. Looking up from the sky blue skirt she was wearing, a baby face was set off by a white coat. She looked miserable and groaned. I don't care at all. I helped her up, said sorry to her and went straight to the teaching building. Ah! Finally caught up, I slowly approached my desk, I must remember that the plan of the day lies in the morning!
Meet again
I caught my breath and glanced at the whole class. None of them have changed, huh? No, when I turn my head again, hey! Isn't this the girl I met today? It turns out that she is a transfer student this year.
I walked up to her, sat next to her and said kindly, "Hello! I'm sorry about this morning. " She turned her head in surprise. "oh! It is you! It doesn't matter. Be careful next time. I'm Kiki. What's your name? " "Xia Mo, thank you." Now, this is the episode after I met her.
Meeting sometimes is not necessarily beautiful, but a bad meeting may be more wonderful. On that day, my meeting with you will be an important link between me and you, which will bind us together tightly!
I met you that day. When I first came here, I was deeply attracted by you. At the thought of being with you for three years, a nameless joy arises spontaneously.
On campus, lush grass is enjoying the moisture brought by rain and dew; That shy bud is also scrambling to dance the most beautiful dance, trying to add a color to the earth ... this beautiful campus can be comparable to the garden in fairy tales.
Listen! In class, the sound of the book is very loud: "The night is as cold as water, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega" and "The night at sea is soft, silent and dreamy"; "You see, the formula used in this problem is wrong, so we should solve it ..." The teacher's earnest instruction came from the office. ...
Look! The grass in the flower bed nods to you frequently! The ivory "Castle" teaching building provides us with a "magical and comfortable" learning environment. On the playground in the east of the teaching building, the orange-red plastic track surrounds the playground, setting off the green grass and the sky-blue basketball court. It looks so bright and dazzling, setting off the five-star red flag flying above. It's dark and the street lamp is on. I was surprised to find that poetry was printed on the lamppost, which not only lit up the campus, but also lit up everyone's heart.
At this time, a faint sweet fragrance slowly flowed between my nose and inadvertently raised my head. Oh, it's the smell of osmanthus. "In August, osmanthus was everywhere, monopolizing Sanqiu." The whole campus is shrouded in a fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
I leaned against the window and suddenly found grass, flowers and trees outside the window. They all seem alive. Brother Cao began to chase each other; Sister Hua twisted her waist and looked graceful; As for Mr. Shu, they are carefree and play chess while drinking tea. They really envy others.
Looking at this warm scene, I can't help thinking that in the next three years, I will grow up as happily as these flowers and trees!
I met you that day. You passed me on that busy street corner. I hope you don't give up, and we will meet again. Inscription.
Introverted from childhood often feels inferior. I am depressed because I don't have outstanding looks, depressed because I don't have excellent grades, and sad because I don't have too many eyes on me. Self-confidence and happiness are like clouds in the horizon, which I can't see or touch. I feel sad for the gloomy sky in the rain, but I never smile for the gorgeous rainbow after the rain, because I always feel that it doesn't belong to me.
One day, I crossed the threshold that I didn't want to cross on a whim. The moment I walked out of the door, the spring breeze brushed my face, which made me smell the faint smell of earth in the wind and the pure fragrance of grass floating in the air, and suddenly realized that we had met unconsciously. Walk slowly along the path, I wonder if it is.
Target, still don't know where the road is.
On the roadside, green grass shoots proudly grow and attract attention; Just shy bud, blushing and laughing when drinking nectar. So, you wait for me here.
We sat opposite each other like old friends and remained silent like passers-by. There was a faint song in the distance, and we just sat quietly, as if time had stopped, only the passionate voice in the air was flowing and our hearts were boiling. The original heart bound by inferiority can beat like this. I looked up and saw that the white sky was so blue. My mood jumps and dances with the rhythm of music. Are you happy that we met?
There is no accident, no chance, so incredible, I met you at the most beautiful time of flowers and plants. Come quietly, always feel that there is a breeze around you. I'm surprised at this encounter. It's incredible. Thank you for meeting you. I didn't cry, I didn't feel sad, I didn't feel sad, and I made everything come true. I believe that what you give will be my support in the future, and my life will become a happy fairy tale. The intersection of freezing point and boiling point is our spring.
I met you that day. Maybe the snow and ice in winter will cover my heart, maybe I can't get out of the painful mood, so I lit a fire, burned the snow and ice, and then burned a spring.
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The exam results have been distributed. The red fork on the test paper stung me deeply, and I suddenly fell into the dark and cold ice room. The test results of these weeks keep flashing in my mind, all of which are "scarred". I was already admitted, but I was ridiculed by the goddess of fate.
Finally walked out of the campus after school in the afternoon. Face the sun at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. If shadows shine all over your body, go home alone.
Going home, I lay on the sofa and looked at the white ceiling, hoping that my heart could be as white as this ceiling. However, this is impossible. After the exam, the striking scores on the test paper, the puzzled eyes of the students, what I said with a smile before the exam ... my brain can't stop. ...
Maybe it's time to take a walk. The moment I stepped out of the door, there was a gentle wind blowing on my face, and there was a faint smell of earth and a little grass in my breath. I suddenly realized that you had arrived before I knew it, but today, I met you, cheered and set foot on the land you touched.
On both sides of the path, there are tender grass buds, which stretch gracefully under the touch of your hand and look leisurely; In the garden, a few days ago, I was still a flower bone, and I actually burst into a smiling face unconsciously. Originally, you really came, came to my side and met me.
Suddenly, a brown thing in the soil attracted me. Walking past, it turned out to be a seed that was about to break through the bondage. I saw it grow desperately regardless of the angular gravel around it, and finally broke through the bondage. It holds its head high, facing the scorching sun and keeps growing. When it struggled out of the ground, I understood the true meaning of life. This is your gift to me, which helps me out of my confusion and makes me awake again and rethink. I no longer hesitate, no longer hesitate. I understand that I shouldn't give up my happy days because of a small setback.
You awakened my confused faith with unyielding life. I, no longer depressed, no longer dull, no longer waiting and watching, I want to cheer up.
Meeting you is the most beautiful accident in my life!
I met you that day. It was this meeting that made my life colorful. It is meeting that makes my life more moving in the ordinary.
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On that day, the north wind roared and it was chilly. The yellow sand between heaven and earth filled my eyes. I walked on the way to make up lessons, clutching my coat with both hands, for fear that the wind would blow me away the next second. The strong wind blows a few leaves to my feet from time to time. "Click", the yellow leaves were crushed by me, and I was in a bad mood. Recalling the empty room when I went out in the morning, the twenty dollars without temperature and the note "Remember to have breakfast" left on the table, my heart was empty. Other people's children can get meticulous care from their parents, but I have to buy breakfast alone and go to class in a hurry. Every time I think about it, I can't help feeling wronged. At this moment, a yellow leaf crossed my cheek and interrupted my memory. I was absent-minded in class, and all I could think about was the morning, and finally I survived the morning.
Dad waited at the door for a long time and got on the bus. I am silent about this and still very angry. Dad saw through my heart and just drove silently. The dull atmosphere made me breathless, so I turned on the radio and listened to music. Slow piano music, without a lyric, has the richest connotation. The melody from the radio, like a trickle, flows into my heart and blows away a little dust in my heart. Soft music, like a spring breeze, awakened that considerate heart, which told my parents the value of their hard work and understanding. Music conveys strength and gentleness. At this time, meeting music is like a land of long drought and rain, just like a curious child instinctively finding a universal book that can answer everything. Soothing music brings me peace and quiet.
I suddenly understood what my parents had to do with me. Open the window, the golden sunshine pours in, warms the whole carriage, the refreshing wind blows up the hair, and the bad mood is swept away by the breeze with the sound of the piano.
I turned to my father and said, "Dad, thank you for picking me up. I will take good care of myself in the future so that you and mom don't worry about me. " Dad smiled, his eyes as gentle as the music.
On that day, I met you and made me feel grateful. Your beautiful melody has been lingering in my heart and nourishing my soul.
On that day, I met you as if in the blink of an eye. I met you, reminding me of the sentence "Who did you meet at the most beautiful time?" I think I will answer, "at that time, I met you, and I hope that time will stay." From then on, I hope life will be the same ... "
Before that, I like to lie on the bed lazily, turn over the books in my hand lazily, and then go to sleep in a daze. On that day, on a whim, as soon as I stepped out of the door, there was a gentle wind blowing on my face, and my breath smelled of earth and grass. Then I suddenly realized that before I knew it, you had arrived. Today, I met you, cheered, and then set foot on the land you touched.
On both sides of the cement road, there are tender grass buds. Under the touch of your hand, you stretch gracefully and look leisurely; In the yard, a few days ago, it was still a flower, and you smiled unconsciously. So you really came, came to me and met me.
Accompanied by you, listening to quiet songs, walking on the road, walking slowly, walking leisurely, walking aimlessly, as long as you are around, everywhere is the most beautiful scenery.
That year, I passed by you and you came in a hurry. Before I found out, you had already left, leaving me with a regretful figure; Last year, I tried to wait for your arrival, but when you arrived, I couldn't see you. What was I doing then? Oh, by the way, I was struggling with time, hoping that he would let you spend more time with me, so I missed meeting you. Fortunately, this year, I finally met you, and I promised you 1000 times, 10000 times in my heart. I know you promised, so when I feel the best, I will pick you up in time.
I looked up and saw the white clouds under the blue curtain. Do you express your happiness by jumping and swinging? Have you been waiting for me long? The flowers on the branches are in full bloom. Do you see them? Red, yellow and white, shining in the warm sunshine, like a rainbow, shining with crystal light. This is your gift to me. How beautiful!
I really hope that time stays at this moment. Today is also my best time, because at this time, I met you.
I hope life is like the first time.
Lying on the grass, falling asleep slowly under your caress, with a reassuring smile on your face, I know you will be by my side, because this is our agreement.
I met you that day. In the summer of my first grade, my parents and I came to your hometown. At that time, adults only talked, and my little sister was playing with her neighbors in other places. Helpless, I had to have fun by myself.
I don't know how far I went, but I met you. You are tall and big, and the green branches form an arc in the air. When the wind blows, the leaves tremble and rustle. I crouched beside you, enjoying the people coming and going on the path with you, counting the first few little yellow ducks passing by the roadside, and observing the "slugs" crawling with arch. ...
At sunset, my mother came to see me and I said goodbye to you. Another gust of wind blew, and the leaves trembled and rustled. I vaguely feel that you are smiling at me. ...
The next day, I sneaked out to find you again, and I still squatted beside you and enjoyed it with you. ...
In this way, a few days later, my mother suggested going under the tree to enjoy the cool. Our editor moved a stool to sit next to you. I washed every star and looked at every leaf of you carefully. My mother once told me that "as you sow, you reap", so I scattered the melon seeds left over by adults around you. I think I will go home tomorrow, and you will be lonely again. When I plant them and stay with you, you won't be so lonely ...
Watermelon finally didn't grow. ...
In the third year, autumn, I came back. I came to see you again while my parents were unprepared. Strangely, I have forgotten many things, but many people have never forgotten you and where you are. I sat quietly by your side for an afternoon, reading a book "Morning Flowers and Evening Picks", watching your leaves fall and listening to your leaves tremble, quiet and beautiful. ...
I took one of your fallen leaves back, carefully treasured it and made it a bookmark. ...
In the summer of 20xx, I came to see you again, and you disappeared. Everything here has changed. Small houses and sheds in the past have become villas and tall buildings. The former vegetable fields have become cement fields.
The place where my childhood was stored has changed, and the people who accompanied me have disappeared.
I met you that year.
Where are you this year?