Composition because of meeting

Introduction: "Meeting you in the vast sea of ??people is like sunshine shining into my heart..." She approached you with a bright smile. She may be gentle and quiet, lively and cheerful, sweet and cute, or carefree; you may have a similar personality to her, or you may be completely different from her. The following is a composition compiled by me about because of encounter. Welcome to read!

Chapter 1: An essay about meeting someone

Spring has passed, closing the door to her thoughtful heart. In memory, time is like water, gurgling through the writing tip of my mind. It seems to be crystal clear, but it still leaves traces of wrinkles after flowing through. I don’t know why there was always a lack of brightness and enthusiasm in the spring flowers of the past? What vaguely moves in the morning mist is always the tear-stained dancing sleeves. So who is it, so poetically, in the night before dawn, pear blossoms and rain? Looking at the brilliant spring sun that season, why was there always less warmth that could warm my heart?

Until the summer flowers are in bloom, until the lotus leaves are in the fields, until I can finally listen to the chirping of insects and frogs and see the shadows of trees dancing in every sleepless night, I, after missing the spring, can finally be with you. meet! I don’t know how many years I spent practicing cultivation in my previous life before I could finally meet you in this life after half a lifetime of confusion. Maybe my previous life was too short and I didn’t practice enough; maybe this life is too hasty and I didn’t wait enough.

But, after all, we met in the wrong season at the right time! Unexpectedly, you came quietly, like the rainbow after the summer rain, hanging brightly over my world, covering me from the gloom of the night. When I fell asleep, there were more reminders on my pillow; when I woke up, there were more worries in front of my eyes. This kind of happiness is like the aftertaste of countless midnight dreams. It is a little sweet and a little drunk, and it makes me willing to indulge in it and no longer wake up.

Meet you. Since then, "Ningxia" has become a song that I never tire of listening to, just because you mentioned this song in several exchanges. The bright melody and light words flow into the heart and mind like mountain streams, singing the divine song of the tacit understanding between two people. When listening to the song, there will be a sense of trance, as if we have really met, but we are really shy and pretending not to see it, just walking in the song and missing each other.

There is no need for words, all words seem to be redundant, only this song, flowing freely in the world of two people, sleepless. Apart from the singing, there is the starry sky on a summer night, various short and long images under the street lamps, and the boundless attachment that belongs to me alone in this silent world. The evening breeze that occasionally passed by seemed like your breath blowing randomly from another corner of the world, carrying your favor and the temperature of quicksand, breaking my concentrated gaze. So, in the song, In my eyes, in the night in front of me, there is another piece of lovesickness. They fade with the light and shadow, drift in the night wind, and finally disappear in the sky when dawn comes, with no chance of sunshine or reality.

For no reason, a heat will rise in my heart, surging in my chest with the blood circulation, every moment I think of you. Is this kind of encounter a fate missed in the moonlit night? The endless sorrow of half a lifetime was folded into a boat in the moonlight, sailed out from the harbor of my heart, bumping all the way to the shore with you. I wonder, standing on the other side, can you really receive it, can you really help me explain all my doubts?

The sycamore tree in the dream has carried the vicissitudes of half a lifetime, and its leaves are still as green as waves, and its branches are still luxuriant. It takes root in the soil of my longing and grows in my heart with a distant view. It wasn't until you appeared that I realized that the direction it looked in the distance was the direction of you. So, is there an acacia sycamore growing in your heart, like mine, standing stubbornly and watching alone for a person in the dark? In fact, it’s not that there is no laughter in the world of mortals, and it’s not that all the past is like clouds of smoke. It’s just that, for the sake of the unfinished destiny in my previous life, I don’t want to show my face and laugh, and I don’t want to accept the past.

"It is useless to know the dream through love, but it is not about dreaming." In this season of short nights and shallow dreams, it is God's blessing to meet you. Being able to hear your nagging and admonishing, and being able to watch that care trickling down your fingertips, in fact, whether seen or not, happiness has filled my entire summer.

Chapter 2: An essay about meeting

“When youth turns into old photos, when old photos turn into memories, when we finally stand at the forked intersection, lonely and disappointed , hesitant, cruel, God opened that window, called the door of growth...

In the vast sea of ??people, we met, knew each other, and fell in love. Just "disappear" in the vast sea of ??people! Be determined to be invisible and leave no trace. Under the control of inner demons, if you are not careful, suppressed emotions will burst out. Missing you is painful and happy at the same time. It sounds a bit cruel to enjoy this painful and happy feeling from a distance.

God allows everyone to meet for a reason, and some of them come to surrender to you. What is the so-called love? Some teach you to grow and enjoy the beauty of life, and some teach you to know yourself better... Every encounter, good or bad, has a certain reason! The world just happened to meet you, cherish every encounter, maybe if you turn around inadvertently, we will never see you again!

When you meet family, love, and friendship, each emotion will bring you different joys and sorrows. The stories that each person brings to you also have different spiritual feelings. Whether you separate or say goodbye in the end, remember Remember that person's name and the story he or she brings to you. People can't live without memories, and they can't help but remember, remember - life!

I will never forget the most beautiful and sad meeting. Those years together were really happy. Just because of a sadomasochistic relationship, we can't stay together forever, let alone grow old together. After most men and women break up, the man will have a feeling in his heart that if he doesn't cherish the time together, he will regret it after leaving. You didn't cherish me, I loved you without regrets! Thinking of another clear and profound encounter... Gaining is the beginning of losing. Only when you ask for nothing can you have everything. (You are the happiest thing that has ever happened to me in my life)! Too many encounters, too many partings. After people leave and the tea has cooled, take a closer look at the most beautiful encounter around you. Can we see you again?

Chapter 3: An essay about meeting you

When I met you, my eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy. Is it a dream? I met you.

It’s not a step too early or a step too late, it’s just the right time. In the right time, you are in your prime and I am charming. Such an encounter is like a lotus blooming in clear water, beautiful but not demonic; it is also like morning dew when you get up early, crystal clear.

Because of meeting each other, I felt like missing you bit by bit, and my heart began to feel warm and happy, like gentle wind, like drizzle, with tranquility and ease. Even if it is sad, it also has every trace of sweetness.

Because of you, the years are no longer so hard and cold, and everything becomes so sentimental and soft. Every day is so beautiful, the sun is warm, the sky is blue, the breeze is blowing, and my heart is getting fuller and fuller. I know that all this is because you are in my heart. Because of you, even if time is fleeting, my happiness is like a flower, blooming slowly, slowly, where it is fragrant.

Because of this encounter, I have prayed before the Buddha for five hundred years. Even though it was just a passing fate, deep in my heart, I am still full of gratitude. I am grateful to God for allowing me to meet you alone in the vast sea of ??people. And at that moment, you suddenly looked back and smiled at me.

What a wonderful coincidence. Because of this encounter, I placed myself very low, low into the dust, and then quietly bloomed a beautiful flower in the dust, swaying secretly in your direction.

Just because, among all living beings, I am the only one who met you. My heart is filled with longing and love, and all the news about you is tangled in my mind. The flowers have fallen, the wind has passed, and the snow has drifted. It’s just a sigh about the season, but the years are quiet, and my heart remains the same.

Because of you, I like to use my nimble fingers to stir up the delicate thoughts and gently weave a plain scroll. I believe that the tacit understanding of the soul has been embedded in our hearts, I understand you, and you understand me; I believe that if there is an afterlife, we will meet at the right time and the right place; I believe that what we meet At that moment, we no longer passed each other.

I am the person you are looking for, and you are also the person I am looking for. I believe that is the moment that you and I have been waiting for for thousands of years.

However, I think that only this life is the only one. If we love each other, this life will be fine. I don’t want an eternal alliance, I just want real happiness. Enjoy the blooming flowers in spring, tour the green mountains and green waters in summer, watch the chrysanthemums and bright moon in autumn, and watch the dancing snowflakes in winter.

For such a wonderful encounter, my heart was filled with emotion. I thanked everything in my heart countless times and thanked us for not missing it. I just met you, and you just met me.

I used to be so content because I was so gentle and beautiful, so considerate, and you knew how to appreciate, cherish, and understand that this was hard-won.

I am ever so grateful that I met you in my life. Because of this, my life is full of trivial matters and real happiness. What a wonderful encounter this is. How could I not be satisfied and grateful? If there really is an afterlife, I also ask the Buddha to let me be a woman with all kinds of charms, gentle as water, with a beautiful face, waiting for you at that intersection that you must pass by.

At that moment, you suddenly looked back and smiled at me.

What a wonderful coincidence!

Chapter 4: An essay about meeting

It was a wealthy town in the north where I lived more than ten years ago. Guilin rice noodles, cross-bridge rice noodles, and other rice noodles from the south. There are a lot of derivative foods, but it seems that they didn’t leave any special impression after eating them. My wife and daughter often visit this place, and it also has a famous name: hot and sour noodles. (Actually, it’s hard to distinguish between rice noodles, rice noodles, and vermicelli in the north.) It feels like fast food, fast, economical, and often full of diners, mostly beautiful women!

Then in the spring of 20XX, a fellow villager invited me many times and said that Guilin has a very good investment environment and is suitable for health care. Because her business is very big. It just so happened that my reporter station hired Brother Wang as the deputy webmaster. In addition, the business of Jiexiu’s company was sluggish, and we all went solo. It was impossible not to take such a good opportunity! I flew to Nanning and took K5 to Guilin. There was no high-speed rail at that time! The beautiful woman came to pick me up in a BMW. It’s been a long time since I last saw her, and the beautiful woman Zhang became even more erotic! Except for the dryness in his eyes, perhaps he has not been able to fully escape from the long-lasting emotional torture. We are very cool, I think there is something going on here! However, we all knew that night that she was in a different place. More than 2 million were invested. After I opened the hotel, I went for a walk. I'm a little disappointed. Now that I'm here, I'll just play for two days. Just think so!

No need to wear a mask for morning exercises, the air is so good! In Lingui County, almost all people eat rice noodles for breakfast. The small shop has just opened. Although it is not big and spacious, it is still clean. Three liang plus meat and an egg only cost three yuan. It’s cheap and the boss doesn’t make much. Very enthusiastic and full of information. I like them all! As soon as I walked in, a beautiful woman came in with a red dress, long hair, and very white skin. She smiled at me, showing her white teeth. I was dumbfounded and waited until Erliang added eggs and toppings, and slowly sat down at another table opposite, before I calmed down enough to eat the noodle. Such a beautiful woman like Zhao Wei with her pointed chin and fair face. She held her hair with her hand and smiled at me again. She took a stick of powder with her small mouth and swallowed it with a few gentle strokes. This woman is so beautiful, there are so many beauties in Guilin. That bowl of rice noodles is soft, smooth and delicious. It turns out that rice noodles are so delicious! Thinking about it now makes me salivate!

"May I ask if the girl is from Guilin?" "Yes"

The next thing went very smoothly. I have to thank my fellow villager.

The more important thing is that I fell in love with Guilin, the air, the water, the rice noodles, and the women. Make me happy, make me happy. The smooth rice noodles eaten in Guilin are different from those eaten elsewhere, not so hard. It's just right in the mouth, with the aroma of the ingredients, the crispness of the meat, the secret powder in the jars and the dark secret recipe, people queuing up to satisfy their appetite. Later I discovered that rice noodles are also full of flavor when used with wine. Just like the flute, the only folk instrument in the palace, it was enjoyed by both refined and popular people. Rice noodles are like flutes, a swan song for the homeless people and a gift to life. Fan'er, the heart-warming cry echoes the story of a long, long time ago. Aftertaste for a long time...

I had rice noodles for breakfast. Because I met you and changed for you. Love is the main line, all the way to the finish line.

Two pairs of footprints, two hearts, Cupid’s divine sword. Life is so simple, a simple life is just a bowl of powder! A song, two glasses of wine, v.s that makes you drunk in your heart!