Encounter in the composition of the first grade of junior high school

In daily study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write essays. With the help of essays, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below is the essay I compiled for you in the first grade of junior high school, welcome to share it. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 1

Allow me to accompany you day and night for three to five years. You once said that heaven and earth will last forever, but a sudden rain separated you and me. How can I not be buried in the affectionate stories I have buried, how can I not be stranded on the sandy beach of time. Even if time is reversed, I will still choose to return to the memory to make you happy. Even if it is my own fault, I will die convinced. Who knows when the smoke is curling up in silence all the way? Just wait for Yiren to cross the south. Crossing from the north to the south, we realize that the green trees have rotted and the streams have dried up.

Even though the loneliness of the years imprisoned me until my death, the fleeting time still took me away from the desolation. On the high slopes, I could touch the sky, and on the low valleys, I could merge with the ocean. It's like your smile is carved on the Sansheng Stone, but I can't get close to it. If you can, I hope that you will suddenly look back and smile, soothe my heart, and you will be able to destroy the world. The lonely man laughs at himself for a long time, and is stranded on the road as a traveler. Let me find the green water villa, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

I am willing to carry a candlelight and accompany you through the mud in silence. I said nothing, but the rain of flowers turned into ink-stained verses and poems, and I composed lingering songs on them. I recite the bright years all the time, happily erase the black silence, and clearly look at the notes I have been thinking about day and night. The elegance of spring and autumn faded out of the young Jinshi, but our grace was finally sifted away by the years, and our youth did not stay in each other's arms. Only then did I realize that time was running out. Tears gradually came to my eyes, and I gradually became depressed.

The carved works of art stand on the other side, staying with you on the beautiful lakeside. But unexpectedly, the song ended and everyone dispersed. Talking and listening to the wind, let yourself think about the beauty of yesterday, but on the contrary, it is the sadness of today. The people who can't be kept, the youth who can't be kept, the time that can't be kept, what is left is the old past, and I am haggard and sing fragmented melodies alone.

Who can recreate the splendor of the past? But it was just a smile and a quick walk. Are those green feelings just a dream, and I can only send blue melancholy to the gray distance. Where the winding path leads to a quiet place, is there a new scene there? Looking forward to meeting the faint light that turns around...I wait, it seems real but also illusory, even though it is cold but not warm. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Meeting 2

The sun was very bright at that time, and we happened to meet, as if you were another me... I forgot when I met you

I only remember that the sun was lazy at that time The beauty of

We are still full of childishness

We don’t have the bad temper of adults now

I don’t know how many times I have met you

Only in exchange for each other's heartless laughter

Recalling our footprints at that time

The desk is full of your generous handwriting

Besides the playground There are still people humming songs on the path

Our secrets are still hidden under the old trees on campus

I miss you a little now

Forgot I can’t stand the sense of presence you gave me

I still want another beautiful year

I just happen to meet you again

We happened to meet that year, and I forgot to tell you , how beautiful you are

Xu Zhimo said, "At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone, not asking for results, not asking for companionship, not asking for what you once had, and not even asking for your love. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years.”

Jimmy also said, “I met a cat while diving, but I didn’t meet you. I met a dog while climbing, but I didn’t meet you. You. I met the snow in the summer, but I didn’t meet you. I met the typhoon in the winter, but I didn’t meet you. Even the pigs I met were all spinning, but I didn’t meet you. I met all the extraordinary things, but I didn’t meet you. Ordinary you.

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I think I am happier than Jimi. I have not encountered so many miracles, but I have only met ordinary you~~

I don’t know that it was in the most beautiful time. When I met you, it was because of you that time was so beautiful

Time runs away faster than water, so don’t miss it when you meet, because meeting you in the most beautiful years is so rare, and meeting you waiting for your whole life is so precious. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 3

That time of chance made me meet you.

——Inscription

Around the Qingming Festival, it is a good time to grow vegetables. The vegetable farmers began to cultivate the vegetable fields carefully, fearing that the crops would not mature after the season.

I stayed in the sweltering greenhouse and planted eggplants on the vegetable fields of our relatives' houses. The fruits were hung and jumped up and down on the pergola. For some reason, they were covered with water drops, and the originally green leaves exuded a green color, making them look particularly vibrant.

But what is incompatible with it is that there is a dilapidated cage next to it. There is a large dog of unknown breed. It should be young now, but it is locked in this cage. I can't understand it. Mood, is it loss, or...

While I was thinking, it suddenly made a humming sound c

At this moment, the sound it made came out. The figure that had been buried deep in my heart, the softest place in my heart, was deeply touched. The little figure that had appeared in my dreams countless times was now in front of me.

I took a deep breath. I took a breath and wanted to calm down, but the tears couldn't stop flowing. The dog made a heart-rending roar, which seemed to be responding to my silent tears.

When I wanted to let you out, my eyes fell on the socket, and I could only shed tears of disappointment and pain, because there was a lock on it. What could I do but touch you and look at you. . That's all.

How do you feel when you find that you are unable to do what you want to do?

Where I am? The city is not prosperous, but it also has beautiful scenery.

Shennong Mountain

In Qinyang, Shennong Mountain is also unique. It is unknown to everyone, but almost everyone who is born and raised in Qinyang has been here. In the early spring, the trees have only sprouted a few buds, which are not so obvious in the gray, but they can still be seen here. The ice waterfall, which was originally flowing, was frozen into an icicle by the ice and snow in the mountains. From the outside, it looked like it was frozen into ice, but in fact it was still flowing. The sound of the light green water was still loud. If you throw a stone from above, you can see water flowing out of the gap, which is even more magnificent.

I am lucky to meet the mountains in Qinyang!

Swan Lake

In summer, Swan Lake really becomes a "holy place". Here, there are many willow trees and large lotus flowers, which together form a beautiful picture. , quite a bit of Jiangnan flavor. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the children took the shrimp pots and ropes to the lakeside, tied the ropes, put a few baits, and threw them vigorously to fly more than ten meters. It was very boring at this time, and the summer heat showed no sign of fading away as the sun set in the west. At this time, everyone went back to pick up the long hooks, hooked and closed them under the lotus leaves, and a bunch of long lotus roots were covered. Brought ashore. There is also a little girl who asked her parents to draw a lotus in full bloom. The colors of the lotus braid from top to bottom are purple, pink, white, jade white and then light pink. When the girl got the flowers, she went home happily, giving people a sense of disobedience and peace of mind.

I am lucky to meet the lake in Qinyang!

Music Square

In winter, everyone has snowball fights and makes snowmen. But there is one place that is the holy land for snow play in Qinyang, which is the Music Square.

The ground here is open and snow can be easily obtained from anywhere. There is no need to worry about running out of snow while playing. Get a sled and you can ski on the slopes. But most people love to play snowball fights with each other here. It’s no longer cold here because of people’s enthusiasm.

I am lucky to meet Qinyang’s winter.

Qinyang is just a small city in the eyes of others, but I think this is the most comfortable place I have ever met. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 5

The years are quiet and everything is changing quietly. You, along with the warm sunshine, come into my dreams, my heart, and my singing. In those green days, cicadas screamed desperately, the theater of fun and frolics was indispensable, and the heartbeat of secret love and confession was indispensable.

As a daughter who was educated in a traditional family, she also has the dual character of being a reformer and a rebellious person. In my life dictionary, the word puppy love has not yet appeared. I think, in the next few days, It will definitely not happen during these two busy and hard years. I think this is not a regret, I have been using other ways to add luster to my youth.

Thank you to the movie Nightclub for letting me meet you. It's a pity that the young and naive primary school students did not remember you

Thank you to the TV series "Little Times". This one, just one, change will happen from now on.

Taking advantage of the leisure time during the summer vacation, the top students are studying and the wealthy people are traveling. We can only stay at home despite being disliked by my mother. I took this opportunity to read many of your works.

I appreciate your attitude, your style, your filial piety, and even more, your hard work. The song "Resurrection" in Pink's album seems to be you arrogantly telling the world that Kimi's music dream is burning again. Thank you for the time that allowed me to meet the beautiful you.

If I were to write down my feelings over the past few days bit by bit, I might not be able to finish them in thousands of words, so let these simple lines condense everything.

I also have a dream that seems far out of reach. Just like what you said in your lines in childhood, we make small efforts in great despair, and we are all small stars. Yes, come on, work hard for your dreams and shine!

Come on, Kimi, come on, myself, I hope all the positive energy can be released perfectly.

Thank you for your time and allowing me to meet you in the summer of 20xx. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: "Meet" 6

After reading "Meet" by Ding Zixian, I fell in love with this article at first glance. The word "meet" is so beautiful.

What we have met, what we are meeting, and what we will meet in the future are all natural encounters and a natural poem.

Only with real scenes, real emotions and beautiful words can the readers be moved.

I like the naturalness of "Meet". I like the beauty of nature and the truth that comes from the heart!

Between the lines of the article, the author’s desire oozes: Encounter is a kind of life!

Good article, this is my favorite tea, retaining the most original form of buds and leaves.

This is also the reason why I like Ding Zixian’s "Meeting", so naturally I want to ask: Does the author understand tea?

I think I understand. The author said: "Go and make a pot of tea, listen to the sound of flowers blooming, as calm as the breeze, let the world sway, always be simple and self-sustained, peaceful and distant."

The mood of drinking tea, savoring life , in the calm heart, there is always a desire: to have the most beautiful encounter! "Meeting" seems to be easy to write, but in fact it is difficult to write. Its connotation is too big, and when you express it freely, you will be unable to finish it. There are two types of students: those who have nothing to say and those who talk too much, both of which are undesirable. Ding Zixian had something to say, but she was able to limit it, narrow its connotation, and accurately grasp the center of the article.

Change randomness into rationality, change disorder into order, and show off your writing talents. When she was writing "Encounter", she also encountered an opportunity to display her talents.

Perhaps she would think: What kind of mood will you feel when you walk into an alley in summer? If you inadvertently walk into a deep alley and have the most beautiful encounter, you will definitely burst into a bright smile and sigh: "Ah! Life turns out to be the process of meeting those things and those people."

Haizi said: "From tomorrow on, be a happy person." Please don't wait for an encounter, and don't dream about an experience. No one knows what kind of person they will be tomorrow and what kind of life they will lead. "Meeting" is a thousand-character text that inadvertently leads readers to the life she longs for. To be honest, I really long for the encounters she mentioned. Because of the meeting, a warm and gentle mood arose. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 7

I am an imperfect person. I am not top-notch in study, not outstanding in talent, and my dedication is far from enough. I feel like I am different from other children since I was a child. In comparison, I am like an ugly duckling, not as smart as others and not as hardworking as others.

Me yesterday

At first, I was an introverted girl and rarely revealed my inner world to others. I just immerse myself in reading, and when I encounter something I don’t know or understand, I don’t ask others for advice. When you encounter a little setback, you don't have the courage to defeat it, but you give up and escape. These bad habits of my own coupled with my poor speech skills meant that I was easily ignored when I was young. But I also had a childhood dream to be a host, but I felt it was out of reach.

My transformation

Entering the third grade of elementary school, another opportunity to audition for a host made my dream no longer far away. I mustered up the courage to sign up and train harder. Hard work paid off and I was successfully selected as an announcer. It was also this small success that made me discover that my voice can be as beautiful as other announcers. It turns out that my smile is also very sweet. It turns out that I am no worse than others. As I came into contact with people again and again, I gradually fell in love with communicating with others. The most gratifying thing is that when I was in fifth grade, I participated in a provincial recitation competition with more than 2,000 people. Although I didn't win the first prize, I am no longer the ugly duckling I was yesterday.

Where I am today

Now I am a first-year junior high school student. I make many friends and have excellent popularity. Through my own efforts, I was selected as the announcer of the junior high school. Keep increasing your confidence, study hard, and ask questions when you don’t understand. You will become a different person.

No matter how hard you work, you will gain something. I have witnessed my own growth. I believe that through my own efforts, I will meet the most beautiful version of myself! Composition for the first grade of junior high school meets 8

It is another golden autumn season. With the longing for life in junior high school, I entered middle school and came to No. 8 middle school. She was the first teacher I met in class after becoming a student in No. 8 Middle School. Meeting her in my green years changed my youth...

That day, she walked into the classroom wearing a black polka-dot dress with a smile, like a lotus flower. Looking carefully, she is not tall, her body is slightly plump, and she always has a charming and bright smile on her fair face. He speaks in a soft voice and is very detailed and patient in his lectures. The word "broadhearted and fat" should be used to describe her. She would put a few biscuits into my hands during class when I didn't have breakfast; she would walk up to me and bend down to patiently analyze and explain to me when I encountered a problem and was racking my brains. ; Will hold my hand and tell me the story of her youth when I am worried and worried about my youth. There are many teachers who are as gentle as her, but there are very few who are as gentle as her.

I don’t know why, I didn’t like mathematics very much before, but since she became my mathematics teacher, I have become very interested in mathematics. It seems that all the problems can be solved by listening to her lectures; all the worries will disappear when talking with her.

In fact, we don’t know much about her. I always felt that I would have to teach you for another three years anyway, and there was still plenty of time to understand it slowly.

But when we entered the third grade of junior high school, we were re-divided into classes. Only then did I realize that everything happened so quickly, so suddenly, and it made me feel guilty and regretful. In her eyes, I may be a serious and hard-working child, but in fact, my seriousness and my efforts are just for her, to leave a good impression in her heart.

Meeting her in my youthful years saved me from being painfully entangled and lost my way at the youth station on my journey of life. It was her who allowed me to accumulate strength when I was in bud and bloom better in the future.

It’s great to meet her in my youthful years! Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 9

"Because when I meet you, everything is destined. Holding hands with you and moving forward, every day is worth remembering...".

I still remember the first day I entered the class, I found a seat and sat down. Soon you sat in front of me and met for the first time. You were the same then as you are now, with a white face, a smooth beard, and small eyes, but you had an extra pair of eyes.

After a few weeks of getting along with you, I can tell from the tone and words you use when you speak that you are a bold, optimistic and cheerful person. But in fact, the word "daring" can be used to describe you. You are very naughty. You often make trouble or "harass" your classmates during class, which offends many classmates. The teacher is also worried about you. Even I didn't let it go either. Sometimes he does some pranks and scares people, but I don't take it to heart.

Because you are friendly and kind by nature, and you are very good to your friends. Sometimes it is obligatory to accept requests from others.

The school day was delayed for a long time that day, and I had to clean up. After sweeping the floor, the hour hand had turned to 6. I picked up the clothes on the desk, picked up my schoolbag, and rushed out, riding I got home quickly on my bicycle. After dinner, I was about to go for a walk. I just took a few steps out when I was stopped by someone. When I turned around, I saw you running over out of breath. I asked in confusion, "Why are you here?" Until you came from When I took out my "Class Workbook" from my arms, I realized that I was dizzy and forgot to take the notebook under my clothes. I looked at the minute hand and it was already 30. I took the notebook with embarrassment and looked at it. When you left, a warm current slipped through your back.

Now, although you have been transferred to another position, this has not affected our friendship. Everything is still going on as usual.

In less than a year, I have felt unprecedented warmth and happiness because I happened to meet you. Composition for the first grade of junior high school meets 10

The years pass by the lintel of another season.

I am still where I am, and you have never left. Everything is still the same.

It’s just the thoughts in that note, covered with a layer of vicissitudes of life.

Time will eventually put waiting on hold.

Standing in that familiar time.

Facing the changes in things and people in front of me, I was so frightened that I really wanted to cry happily.

Looking back suddenly, the changes in the world are such a heartbreaking word.

Tears are still rolling in my eyes.

Missing you, whether deep or shallow, has become forever.

Last year, today.

I tidy up quietly, feeling lonely after you left.

If time could go over again, I would not turn around easily and leave you alone with your happiness.

Forgive me, along with those treasures that are too late...

Fate, meeting.

Time finally left it in the soft heart in a classic way, growing into cinnabar.

Quietly, pick up those scattered chapters and collect them.

Lowering his eyebrows, he folded those withered lines of poetry and placed them properly.

Some warmth, even if it is no longer there, is worth waiting for throughout your life.

Thank you for your time and giving me the expectation of silent companionship.

I was lost in that dream of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and I never wanted to get out.

Meet, allure.

The original intention was to fall asleep in a clear bay.

Waiting can no longer awaken the tenderness of the past.

Only in the bottom of my heart, I gently promise to cherish it, and cherish it again...

The season is lush and self-conscious, without bluff or momentum. .

Just like we used to be together quietly, silently, but close to each other.

The time is clear and light, and the heart is stained with the fragrance of dust.

Even if there are no flowers, the original intention of missing you will still be there.

Embrace the plainness of time and wait for you quietly.

Nian, in the south.

Looking back, every corner of the four seasons is filled with whispers of love.

The clarity in my heart is the sweetness when I miss you.

There is some understanding, whether spoken or not, there is a resonance.

Some deep feelings, only for a moment, will never be forgotten.

Warm a cup of glass of time, brew a cup of sparse shadows of words, and whisper with the time.

My years are just your passing by... First grade composition meeting 11

The memories left in my time video recorder are slowly being revealed ...

Your first cry floated out from the delivery room, echoing in the air along with the sunset dyed red by blood. I looked at my relatives in confusion, with the corners of my mouth raised slightly, mixed with the afterglow through the window, and the smile on my face became even brighter.

When you took the Hundred Days Photo, your face was chubby, your eyelashes were drooping, and you were happily holding the hundred-dollar bill you "asked" from your mother. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when the cameraman captured your cute and novel expression when you took the banknotes.

The wind gently swayed the willow branches, the clouds were floating, as if someone deliberately poured ink into the sky, and the night curtain fell quietly. I stepped into the door of my house, and suddenly a dark shadow flashed past me. "Sister, let's go and play." I glanced at you and you pulled me: "Be careful." Before I finished speaking, a chess piece hit my forehead "heavily". It turned out that you did it on purpose. .

"I am a hero!" Look, you are wearing a cloak (actually just a cicada quilt), holding the "Shang Fang Sword" in your hand and stabbing me fiercely. I turned around magnificently and made you pounce on me. After a while, I pushed you forward, and you fell to the ground with a groan. I turned around and showed an evil smile, and a sentence came to my mind: "Congratulations on your successful prank!" I Grabbing your arm, it's as slender as a girl's arm. It turns into carbon black under the burning of the sun, and there are many small bags (bitten by "vampires"). You said: "Sister, I remember!" (Hold a grudge like a girl), my heart trembled, I forgot you and still hold a grudge!

Brother, thank you for allowing me to meet you. You have added a touch of softness and color to my life, and the waves of life have also made ripples. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Meeting 12

I didn’t know I would meet you, lovely campus. Stepping onto campus is like stepping into the beginning again. With a pair of curious eyes, I always feel that everything is beautiful.

I still remember that I finally got out of the restaurant with my classmates that day. On the right side is a large area of ??purple flowers. Although it is early autumn, the flowers show no signs of decay. The petals are dark purple, and the small flower in the middle is light purple, which looks vibrant against the dots of green in the bush.

A breeze blew by, and the flowers swayed in the wind. His small body gave me an indescribable feeling. Just like this, his figure stayed with me for a long time, faintly. in mind and body.

I didn’t know I would meet you, my beloved teacher. When I first started school, the first thing I saw was the class teacher. Teacher Pang has long, straight black hair and a pair of glasses on his nose. Behind the lenses is a pair of big, flashing eyes. The corners of his mouth are always raised, showing his white teeth. Seeing each other from a distance, a sense of intimacy arises spontaneously.

She is our old classmate, but she is more like our friend. I still remember when school first started, we introduced ourselves one by one. Some students will inevitably talk about their nicknames. After a classmate introduced himself, the teacher squinted his eyes like crescent moons and said with a smile: "My last name and your last name add up to 'crab'." We all laughed happily. Teacher Pang is also a conscientious teacher. Usually, teachers will supplement us with extracurricular knowledge so that we can enrich ourselves.

In the Pinshe class, the teacher asked the students to describe a teacher in one sentence. The students were full of smiles when they described it. Indeed, every teacher is very humorous. If we are a small boat on the vast sea, then the teacher is the lighthouse on our voyage.

In these short few weeks of getting along, I also experienced the warmth and loveliness of my classmates.

A breeze blew through the petals of the flowers, the smiles of the students, the brows of the teachers, and every corner of the campus. They all exude unique charm, allowing us to enjoy the invisible beauty. This autumn is not bleak because I met you. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 13

That year and that month, we met among the mountains, rivers and blue clouds; at that moment, we met at the corner of the season. That encounter was a beautiful accident.

Without make-up and clothes, a temperament is vividly displayed between the eyebrows, the clothes are fluttering, and the heroic posture is valiant. There is no makeup, no concentration of rouge, a fresh fragrance, elegance, indifference, and no restraint. Your character is beyond the delicate control a woman should have. This is your only evaluation.

One finger of separation cannot describe the splendor of the world. In the years of seclusion, the strings of the story have been broken and continued, but I still don’t know what kind of posture I should use to keep those thoughts. traces. My messy footsteps traveled through the gaps in time, restoring all the trajectories to the beginning, but the earthly scenery was so decisive, and the desolation and loneliness struck my emotions. I knew that I would never be able to do that like water. A woman can only reveal all her tears and joy and become a true lover of love.

In front of the sleepless window, the night is still dark, and in the thick ink tones, there is a touch of tranquility and a sense of loneliness. In the cold atmosphere, I was so decadent and heartbroken. The sinking scene of my first acquaintance, the tearful smile, watered all the pious time, transformed into a landscape that was not like the human world, and the withered youth that was paid tribute to, whether now or in the past. , will not let that fleeting experience go by forever.

That year, we first met, because the words came so close, and also because of the words, we propped up a small boat in the long river of the passing years, recited poems and composed poems, and shuttled along the arch bridge in the south of the Yangtze River. , walking along the ancient bluestone road, holding an oil-paper umbrella, admiring the misty rain in Suzhou and Hangzhou, chatting about each other's future and dreams. The lotus flowers in the pond are blooming for the first time. You say that you have the same fate as the flowers. I say that is the past. Everything will be fine in the future. You are lucky to have me by your side.

The fragrance has dissipated, and what is missed cannot be repeated. Life is like a play, and the joys and sorrows will eventually end. When, there are a few strands of paleness in the hair, I only wish that when the beauty between the eyebrows is brushed away, , every time it moves, it will sing in the wind, and every time it is still, it will restore an unpredictable and lingering neon dream.

Meeting you was a beautiful accident. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 14

In life, there are many people or things waiting for us, familiar and unfamiliar. Every time we meet, we may have different gains, so we want to thank everyone Once met, thank you for the changes it brought.

That day was the second day that my family and I went on a trip. At that time, we were having a buffet breakfast. Just when I was about to return to my seat with a plate full of food and salivating, I suddenly saw a young lady supporting an old lady walking toward the door. Suddenly, the old lady's legs became weak and she fell down. The young lady was very panicked and at a loss what to do, so she could only hug the old lady.

I was very scared and quickly walked back to my seat.

After sitting down, I felt uneasy and thought: With so many people around, someone must have gone to the hotel doctor. I stood up and looked back at the place where they fell - no one was watching, they must have insisted on walking to find a doctor. So, I tried to calm myself down, but the scene of the old lady almost fainting on the ground kept replaying in my mind...

Just when I could eat with peace of mind, an "angel in white" Passed by me. At that moment, I knew that the two women were still sitting there helpless on the floor, not just a stranger but a waiter who had fetched a doctor for them—at least it wasn't me. My heart felt like a thunderbolt of condemnation. A young lady hugged an old lady and collapsed pitifully in front of me, but I just walked around them in panic and returned to my seat without any help or help...

After that, I regretted it very much. I kept blaming myself for why I didn’t move my legs back after putting down the plate, and I was unwilling to do my part, even if I just told the waiter.

I am grateful for that encounter, even if it is a bad memory; I am grateful for that encounter, even if it is a whip that whips my soul; I am grateful for that encounter, even if it bluntly points out my lack of bravery. Composition for the first grade of junior high school: Encounter 15

There are many mountain pickers in Mount Tai. They do things for us silently and it is very hard. By chance, I met one of them.

He was scorched by the scorching sun all day long, and his skin was tanned. Her hair was messy and wet, and she looked like she was sweating a lot. Although he has thick eyebrows, they have become sparse, and his forehead has been carved with deep wrinkles like ravines over time. His eyes were big, but years of fatigue had made his eyes bloodshot. His lips were cracked by the mountain wind. Although he looks thin and short, he has gained muscles through experience.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, which had turned yellow because he was always sweating. He had been carrying loads on his shoulders for many years, and the shoulders of his clothes were becoming thinner and thinner. He was wearing black trousers with the legs rolled up. A pair of black cloth shoes, the soles are almost worn out. There was a towel around his neck and a straw hat on his head, which protected him from part of the scorching sun.

After completing a day’s work, the mountain picker felt very relaxed. It was evening, and the beautiful sunset dyed half of the sky red. A gentle breeze came, bringing a little bit of coolness. The foreman sat on a stone, wanting to smoke a cigarette and take a rest.

He lowered his head, frowned, squinted his eyes, and kept groping in his pockets with his hands. "That's weird. I put it in my jacket pocket, but why is it gone?" He muttered. After a while, he took out a cigarette from his pants pocket. It turned out to be a dry cigarette! He took out a match from his pocket, and "Crack", a match was lit, with a red flame dancing on it. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, protected the flame with his rough hands, and then The flame slowly approached the cigarette butt and the cigarette caught fire. He blew out the match and threw it into the trash can. He sat on the stone, his brows stretched, and he was in a very comfortable mood. The smoke became shorter and shorter, until it almost burned to his hands, so he reluctantly threw it to the ground and stamped it out.

The sun does its best to spread the last ray of light to the world. The mountain carrier carried the load and slowly walked down the mountain. His back gradually faded away...