Write a composition on the topic of the beauty of meeting.

1. You once looked up at the blue sky and white clouds with deep affection. You said the blue sky is a mirror, which makes your heart so pure. I once enjoyed myself in the embrace of green trees. I said that green trees are partners and make my life full of fun. We have left footprints on this vast land, and we all live in such a beautiful environment. We have all felt that blue sky, white clouds, green trees and land always bring us happiness and hope!

Over time, the blue sky has become a mirror that has not been polished for a long time, eclipsed and filthy; Green trees are like seriously ill companions, listless and miserable; This land is like a festering root, scarred and riddled with holes. In the dream, you and I saw the blue sky, happy birds, beautiful trees and the vast land full of flowers in Ming Che. But when I woke up, I couldn't find the colorful world in my dream, only the dark sky, bare trees and deserted desert.

So we came to Lijiang, looking for the dream scene, the long-lost blue sky, white clouds, green trees and the earth. We are also looking for a good photography studio to keep this kind of scenery that can only be seen in dreams. On the recommendation of a friend, LG and I chose a studio called Peak Visual Photography. Sure enough, they lived up to our expectations and left us with these wonderful moments.

2. Ask for a short essay entitled "Beautiful Meeting". Beautiful encounter.

In the autumn of that year, the tail of summer was accidentally shortened, and the residual temperature of summer was revealed from time to time under the hazy smoke. I am walking in the street in confusion, and my heart seems restless with people's hurried steps. City, traffic, mood, depression. Xiao He composition network

Unconsciously, it suddenly darkened around, and the coolness came to my face. I raised my head gently. That is a buttonwood tree that has experienced many vicissitudes. The autumn wind blows up the leaves and blows out the heat of the trees. On the top of the tree is a vast sky, but under the tree is a hard ground. An old man lay peacefully on a cane chair, his eyelashes trembling, calm and leisurely. Xiaohe composition network

I couldn't help but step forward and look at the old man's knife-like wrinkles and silvery white hair in his ears. I am in a sad swamp, and I can't help sighing that life is so short and dull.

Just when I was in a trance, a butterfly flew in. She glided across my cheek and shone for a moment. I looked her in the eye, lamented her beauty, and felt sorry for her short life in early autumn. I secretly made a wish that she could find the most brilliant bonus in her life. Unexpectedly, she stopped on the old man's bun. Pouring bright orange, rendering the clouds in the sky, butterflies flapping their wings gently and flapping my heart. The wind blew gently and touched my mottled tears. No one knows, I quietly intercepted that beautiful streamer and hid it in the warm inner wall of the ventricle.

Another autumn wind is coming, and the evening wind blows the black hair in my ears. I can't help thinking that the old buttonwood tree, the flying butterfly, met them in the evening breeze and turned into a lingering elegant piano sound, which has been with me ever since.

Dancing with beautiful images, singing at dusk, leaning against the railing, I threw a stone into my heart, only to disturb that beautiful encounter.

3. An essay (about 600 words) with the topic of meeting meets dusk.

I like dusk.

Whenever this happens, I feel that my heart has calmed down and the world is no longer so restless.

The sun hides behind the mountain quietly and slowly, for fear that the noise will affect the peace of the world, while her long and thick red skirt is too elegant to fold under the western sky. The feeling of disappearing adds mystery to the night. It seems that people's fatigue all day goes with her, and it seems that countless reverie in people's hearts also comes with her.

I like the feeling that dusk brings me. I like to walk in that feeling, especially in the dusk of spring, walking to the path of the field and chasing the last ray of sunshine in the dusk, as if I could travel to heaven along that ray of sunshine; Walking in the Woods, the afterglow falls on the budding buds, which gives the Woods a deep and shallow bright color. Birds fly around in the mottled light, talking and singing, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet dusk forest. Walking at dusk again and again can always bring me different feelings and leave a different impression. A person, a thing, a thing can always stay in the depths of memory, even for a lifetime. I want to ask: what happened to you in my memory now?

This is a lingering memory.

At dusk in Tomb-Sweeping Day last year, I strolled to the foot of a mountain in the suburbs. The hillside is covered with pines and cypresses, and the new green smells rich. I looked at the western sky in the evening and then at the hillside. It was so quiet in front of me, only the sound of spring breeze blowing loose branches, so I began to walk higher.

In the swaying of pine branches, I vaguely felt that there was a sound floating in the wind. I stopped to find out. I finally recognized it as a piece of music. I got curious and left. I climbed on the hillside for a while and saw the figure of a woman. In order not to disturb her, I crept around behind her and stopped at a place where she was not easy to find. There is a big windbreaker hanging in the tree opposite her. Facing the windbreaker, she played chants on the violin again and again. I thought to myself, even the way to mourn my loved ones is so romantic! I stopped in the distance and couldn't help thinking, why did she repeat this song? Did you like it before you lived in heaven? Are you asking the heavenly father to protect your loved ones? Is she in mourning? I don't know when the music stopped in my reverie, but I found that she fell to the ground and fell in the cold wind while playing the piano. I rushed to help her, and she was crying. I just think she is very tired and soft, and she is very sad.

After a little calmness, she took off her windbreaker, folded it and put it in her backpack. I insisted on helping her play the violin and accompanying her down the mountain. It was already dark, and the forest path down the mountain was empty. We didn't say anything along the way, just nodded goodbye.

I don't know who owns that man's windbreaker. My father, lover or good friend need not ask. Grief is enough to witness affection. I'm worried that she will get sick because she can't stand too much blow, and I'm even more worried that she will never recover.

After that, I can't help thinking of her occasionally when I walk at night, thinking about how she is today. People are always like this. Once their curiosity is not satisfied, they will try their best. This is me. I have been to that hillside pine forest Berlin several times, hoping to see her again, but I didn't get it. My curiosity is so persistent that I hope to hear that melody again one day in this small forest that leaves memories.

Two years have passed in a blink of an eye. Once I went to a gallery and saw an oil painting "Music of the Kingdom at Dusk". In the Woods, a woman is playing the violin, and a lady like her mother is singing with the voice of the piano. The afterglow of the sun rubbed against them and the tombstone in front of them. The overall picture is not depressed. Suddenly I feel that this scene is so familiar. It suddenly occurred to me that this is the scene I once met in Songberlin! Could it be the author or her! I subconsciously looked around. A tall woman came up and asked, "Which one do you like?" My eyes lit up-that's where I met her in Songberlin! The way she looked at me was a little confused. I pointed to Twilight Music and asked, "Who painted this painting?" "I painted them all." I know she doesn't remember me because she is so sad. At this time, I can no longer find the sadness in her expression, but I see her confidence and happiness. I was relieved of my worries. It turns out that this is a strong woman.

I have seen all her works, and every picture conveys positive and healthy thoughts and expresses an optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life.

I firmly believe that she is a person who cherishes life and cherishes life. She created beauty for the world with such an attitude towards life. She is a beautiful person.

Although life is not satisfactory, although the reality will give us an unexpected blow, if we choose a positive attitude towards life, life will become beautiful and the world will be full of sunshine because of a bright smile.

4. Ask for an essay entitled "The Beauty of Encounters". Come on. I am glad to answer for the landlord. The following is the information: there are many encounters in life, but a beautiful encounter may be once or twice.

Beautiful encounters are always in the fallen leaves of the sunset, but my encounter with you is noisy, and I met you at that moment. Meeting you is accompanied by bitterness, pain and joy. When your wet and warm kiss fell on my forehead, we stared at each other and enjoyed the sweetness and happiness of that moment.

Time is like running water, flowing slowly through your fingers, silently. You have become more mature, and I have become sensible.

I can't tell whether meeting and meeting are the same meaning, but I think meeting is full of expectations. Meeting is the name after meeting, and only a beautiful meeting will have a touching meeting. I will always choose the sunset when you are waiting for an encounter, and enjoy your rich love in the messy and withered trees and in the sunset.

People will grow up and dance on their own stage when they grow up, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon and becoming the most successful performers on the stage. With faith, with your eternal love for me.

Walking hand in hand with you on the "stage" road, I found a few silver wires jumping between your black hair, which was particularly prominent. My heart suddenly shrank to stone, telling you the source of the silver thread, trying to help you shovel hair and uproot it, but you turned me down and said, "Time will pass, you can't stay;" People will die. You can't stop them. Let it go, but make yourself happier. Although people are old, their hearts are young! " After listening to you tell me what I think is your life truth in a gentle tone, I think you are so great and pure white, and you will always be happy, just because you have a heart that will never age.

The meeting of Liang Zhu is beautiful. Although the result of the meeting is tragedy, the butterfly in Fly with Me is eternal. The encounter between the wind and the cloud is ethereal, because the wind and the cloud can never go hand in hand, but that persistence is God's kindness and can never be erased; My meeting with you is the wish and expectation of the other party. The result of meeting is neither sadness nor nostalgia, but eternity, hand in hand, and life and death are inseparable. The encounter between a mother and every child is a gift from God, and so are you and me.

Everything starts with romance and ends with mediocrity.

Looking back on the past, all the past will always come to mind and become a landscape beside the road of life. Or thick, or light, or noisy, or quiet ... accustomed to the dull days, I like to leave two lines of dull footprints on the track of life.

Strong colors and noisy weather, but I prefer simple and elegant lightness and tranquility. Meeting is such a scenery. Meeting is a short reunion in life, or under a tree by the roadside, or in a drizzle, or at a street stall.

Long-lost joy always becomes quiet. God created man, so there are joys and sorrows in a sentimental world.

The joy of meeting by chance is always better than the feeling of waiting for meeting. Maybe meeting will make the world a better place and more casual.

Meeting was once a memory, or sweet and warm, or sad and frustrated. Life has been in a hurry for decades, and we will always seek a new beginning and end the old one in life.

Meeting is to open a bookmark of the past. Thousands of barriers between day and night will always disappear at the moment of meeting. All the smells of the past will surge in my heart. The mountains are vague, the water is vague, the dreams are vague, and the feelings are vague.

Meeting is a reflection on the past and the future. Tell us how to give up and teach us how to cherish.

Perhaps in the face of the real world, it will be difficult for us to grasp everything in front of us. Occasional encounter may make us see the world more clearly, examine ourselves and enlighten our thinking.

In this way, day by day flows through the fingers, diluting the colors and memories. Only meeting is like fireworks in the night sky, perhaps only a moment of glory, but also the most pleasant stroke in a dull day.

5. Beautiful prose is beautiful and poetic.

Reflect the moon in the water and see the flowers in the fog. The waves are dancing, the sunset is picturesque, and you live by the water, and the sunset is the sunset.

The sun rises, the bamboo drops are clear, and walking around is like entering a gallery. Gently pick up memories, time goes by, gently sing books with the pen of the soul, and play gentle songs with the heartstrings.

I firmly believe that every day, I will meet beauty! -The inscription is beautiful and the artistic conception is extraordinary. Like colored yarn as light as mist, it has a quaint charm, and my fingertips are wrapped around my persistent pursuit of life.

I want to stop under the beautiful colorful flower umbrella and meet the beautiful flowers and Tingting. Spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, willows bloom on the embankment, peach blossoms bloom, time becomes poetry, and the air overflows with a fragrant smell.

Soft fingers, warm breeze dancing. Green grass, spring breeze meets beauty. Beauty comes as scheduled, happiness is so warm.

In the midsummer evening, walking on the willow-wrapped path, I like the last ray of the sunset, stroking my staring face, as if I had a beautiful and gentle encounter. It is a picturesque sunset, and the breeze is drunk.

Warm and elegant, beautiful ink color. Under the bright and beautiful summer sunshine, stepping on the soft beach and facing the elegant and light sea breeze, I set sail in Shui Yunjian, letting the gentle waves dance, stroking every inch of my skin, wetting my fluttering hair, and waving flowers like waves in my skirt that fluttered with the wind. My infinitely soft thoughts are flying, and the flowers in my heart are dancing and overflowing. At this time, dreams and beauty embrace each other tightly.

In autumn, flocks of flying pigeons lead my eyes to soar in the blue sky, and the rolling white clouds overlap in the sky, just like Penglai Fairy Island, and occasionally I can see little fairies dancing gracefully among the clouds. The fresh air around us and the thick fragrance floating in the breeze.

The scenery is elegant and beautiful, and the thoughts are graceful. At night, the beauty of meeting between words sends me better and better. On the moonlit night, the stars are as bright as lights, silent and thoughtful, graceful and restrained to pick up dreams, thousands of families gather together, the strings of joy are played lightly, joy and beauty are injected into everyone's heartstrings like notes, and heartbreaking poems are sung.

Life is like a song when you meet a beautiful woman! Snow like jade brought me to a beautiful winter. In the morning, the snow outside the window drifted gently, pure as jade; Butterflies fly lightly like dreams. Wrapped in white, the world is silent; Silent Snow tells a fairy tale in winter and touches every soul.

When I walked in gently, it was a crystal-like earth world, and the rime landscape that came into view was really wonderful.

It's like being carefully carved by a sculptor. At this time, beauty dances gently in the dust, meets me in the silent winter, and gently melts into my heart. Set foot on the road of life, such as notes, twists and turns, write the chapter of life on the face of life with fragrant pen and ink, work hard for the ideal, let life radiate brilliant brilliance, let beauty enter the road of life, write the most touching chapter and interpret the most glorious road of life.

Write the background of life with colorful life, work hard in difficult situations, keep learning, forge a tough personality, be rigorous in conduct, and not be afraid of difficulties and hardships; When you get along with others, you should be honest and polite, offer selfless true feelings, and impress each other with frankness. Beauty is a kind of toughness, and beauty is a sweet and delicious nectar. When it comes to beauty, there is warmth in the world.

Let's cherish every day in life, create a bright future with hard-working hands and harvest the most beautiful scenery in life. Beauty is the rising sun in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, which plays the most touching story on the big stage of life. Beautiful rainbows shine in the clouds, rainbows are intoxicated in the clouds, and mountains are rippling by the water. If a fairy seeks a secluded dream, she will travel freely to enjoy leisure.

The mind slowly sublimates! Walking on the road of life, walking on the title page of the four seasons, beautiful spring is with you and me, time is in a hurry, and running water is fleeting; The mind is always in spring. Beautiful world, colorful life path, I want to fill my life answer sheet with every note in my life.

High or low, warm or sad; Jump, full of every story, every experience. Sing books lightly with the pen of the mind, and play gentle songs with the heartstrings.

I firmly believe that every day, I will meet beauty.

6. Write a composition of 1000 words on the topic of chance encounter. I met Confucius once and Confucius once. I am floating on a colorful cloud in the wind. I don't know how long it took. When I opened my hazy eyes, I had fallen into a small mountain village with green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, and fish swimming happily in a clear stream. The words on the west road are competing for beauty, and beautiful butterflies and bees are happy in the flowers.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of reading. I'm looking for fame. A beautiful ancient building at the foot of the mountain not far away is particularly beautiful against the blue sky and white clouds. An old gentleman with a handsome face is leading a group of students to read an article. I couldn't help walking over. The old man smiled kindly and said to me, "Welcome to Confucius Institute, guests from afar."

"What, is he a world-famous Confucius in history?" I can't help but feel glad that I can ask him questions directly. Thinking of this, I bowed deeply and said, "It's really my pleasure for the teacher to know you. I wonder if I can ask you a few questions? " Confucius nodded and motioned me to sit in the seat next to him, then said, "Let's discuss it together!" " ""teacher, I often encounter some difficulties in the process of learning, but I am always afraid to ask others because I am afraid of losing face. What should I do? Confucius said with a smile, "In a threesome, we must learn from each other."

There are no ignorant people and no omniscient people in the world. Everyone has advantages. If a person wants to succeed, he must learn from others, even worse than himself, so that he will not be ashamed to ask questions. "

My classmates and I were so amused by his words that I nodded again and again, so I quickly began to write this wise saying. This is another student who stood up slowly and said politely, "Teacher, I have memorized many famous papers, but I still can't write when I write articles. The content of the articles I read is always specious." How can I solve this problem? " I am secretly happy. I have the same problem. Let's see what he says.

Confucius said: "It is useless to learn without thinking, and it is dangerous to think without learning. Learning must be linked with thinking, so as not to feel confused and bored, and to understand its true meaning.

In addition, learning from time to time is also a pleasure. I believe that as long as you do this, you will make great progress in your future study. "

Hearing this, my previous study problems have been solved. "Teacher, I often encounter some contradictions in my life. Can you tell me how to face them? " A student asked.

Confucius said, "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. In life, we should tolerate other people's behaviors and ideas with a broad mind.

In the vast world, the differences of all things constitute this beautiful world. Everyone is equal. When we consider a problem, we should look at it from the perspective of others. You will be suddenly enlightened and should not impose your own views on others. "

Ah, what a great idea! How harmonious and happy it would be if everyone thought so! I can't help sighing and falling for it. After a breeze, I looked up and looked down. The students listened to Confucius' lecture with relish. A few birds are jumping among the branches, the sound of the running water of the river is looming in my ear, and there are several farmers working in the fields in the distance. I thought it would be great to live here forever.

This is the cloud coming back to my feet. Farewell, beautiful fairyland; Farewell, great saint.

I walk quietly, just as I come quietly, waving my hand, carrying the seeds of your thoughts, I must sprinkle them to every corner of the world, so that they can bloom beautiful flowers and benefit mankind.

7. Beautiful Encounter Composition Draw a bleak flower, cut it for a while, and sit alone in the pavilion. I threw a stone into my heart to disturb the beautiful encounter.

In the autumn of that year, the tail of summer was accidentally shortened, and the residual temperature of summer was revealed from time to time under the hazy smoke. I am walking in the street in confusion, and my heart seems restless with people's hurried steps.

City, traffic, mood, depression. Unconsciously, it suddenly darkened around, and the coolness came to my face. I raised my head gently. That is a buttonwood tree that has experienced many vicissitudes. The autumn wind blows up the leaves and blows out the heat of the trees.

On the top of the tree is a vast sky, but under the tree is a hard ground. An old man lay peacefully on a cane chair, his eyelashes trembling, calm and leisurely. I couldn't help but step forward and look at the old man's knife-like wrinkles and silvery white hair in his ears. I am in a sad swamp, and I can't help sighing that life is so short and dull.

Just when I was in a trance, a butterfly flew in. She glided across my cheek and shone for a moment. I looked her in the eye, lamented her beauty, and felt sorry for her short life in early autumn. I secretly made a wish that she could find the most brilliant bonus in her life.

Unexpectedly, she stopped on the old man's bun. Pouring bright orange, rendering the clouds in the sky, butterflies flapping their wings gently and flapping my heart.

The wind blew gently and touched my mottled tears. No one knows, I quietly intercepted that beautiful streamer and hid it in the warm inner wall of the ventricle. Another autumn wind is coming, and the evening wind blows the black hair in my ears. I can't help thinking that the old buttonwood tree, the flying butterfly, met them in the evening breeze and turned into a lingering elegant piano sound, which has been with me ever since.

Dancing with beautiful images, singing at dusk, leaning against the railing, I threw a stone into my heart, only to disturb that beautiful encounter.

8. I don't know if the bleak autumn wind brushed your hair, but it blew your long hair on my shoulder. Your hair floating in the sun hides under your eyes and plays with your eyelashes. I can see that's your shy and gentle waist. I'm still waiting when your long hair hangs down over your shoulders. Maybe not today, I have to wait again. But with you by my side, I like looking at you like this. All the memories remain in my heart. After this cold winter and blooming season, I will take you to listen to the birds and flowers. At that time, will there be a breeze blowing at the tip of your hair and brushing my shoulder to show me your beautiful hair? If it comes to midsummer, I will remember that the sunny evening sky is lonely, stars.

9.600-word composition, the topic is encounter, encounter.

The rebirth of phoenix has experienced the burning of raging fire, and the appearance of butterfly has experienced the process of breaking out of cocoon. What about us?

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Once upon a time, we went to the Buddha blindly and thanked them for giving us such a beautiful gift, which gave us the capital to show off in front of others.

Now, we have changed, no longer superstitious about the so-called God, but grateful for the appearance of parents and friends.

I remember when I was a child, there was a book "A Girl Without Sadness" in my palm, but its simple appearance was so lovely. A gust of wind blew and took her away from me, floating in the sky like dandelion. Even if there is a breeze blowing in the opposite direction to her, I don't think so, but I fly so insipid and regretless.

However, even if the wind stops and the grass falls to the ground, I will pick it up again, and this supernatural creature will be calm again, just like a fisherman putting away his fishing rod and leaving with a bucket. As usual, the water is silently immersed in the night, even if a fish jumps over the ripple, it will eventually stop.

I put the "girl without sadness" into my little world, watered her and enjoyed the sunshine.

One night not long after, I saw a sentence on the Internet: "What is in the wild is in the wild. You can't keep it for yourself, and don't fantasize about what you can get. . "This sentence made me think for a long time, and suddenly I felt very cruel. Do I really understand the so-called "I don't know how many flowers I have folded"?

I turned and walked on the grass, feeling a little withered. Is it psychological? I don't know. Maybe!

Finally, I don't want him to go. He is still so cute and impeccable.

postscript

This is an experience I had when I was a child. I think it's called "encounter". She may thank me for protecting her, but I will definitely thank her for appearing in my world, an encounter in my childhood and a duckweed in my heart.