Yujiande composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the composition I met for you, I hope it will help you.

The composition I met was 1 "I didn't meet you in the best time, but I met you and had the best time." This is the information in your diary.

That day, my mother and I quarreled. Later, I was locked in my room alone. In a fit of pique, I accidentally dug out a diary of my son Jessica Hester Hsuan.

At the moment when the diary is opened, all the love words are not as good as a yellowed diary. Every message has only one signature of your loving mother. This book seems to be addressed to me: "Today is Zi Yue's first day in kindergarten." "He seems to be a gift from heaven." "Today I was at home with Zi Yue, and I touched his ear in a thunderstorm and told him not to be afraid."

When I came to my senses, I was surprised to see a few warm threads hanging on my face. Looking up, I suddenly found that the flower bones on the branches by the window were quietly blooming. Meeting seems to be a magical arrangement and the beginning of everything.

In retrospect, my mother paid too much for this meeting. A few black filaments are white and a little sour in my heart. I rummaged through everything, and there were more than a dozen diaries and photo albums. One year, one year old, one book. Then, a few were pale. My mother has backache more than once, but I seem to be just asking blindly. Shouldn't we cherish meeting once?

An encounter, or affection, or friendship, or love, should be cherished whenever and wherever. A ray of sunshine sprinkled on the diary on the windowsill lit up this passage: "An encounter once symbolized a beautiful past and also represented a new future. Come on, son! "

I didn't find my mother standing behind me giggling. Yes, it was a wonderful time. Leave a message, I also want to say a word: nice to meet you, mom! Thanks for meeting you!

I almost forgot the composition 2 I met, and this kind of thing can also be encountered in my dreams. I firmly believe that if I really miss someone, I can meet them in my dream. I also firmly believe that the reason why I dream of someone is because the other person is thinking of me.

After all, my good friend and I have always been like this. I dreamed of him, and then I will tell him in a few days. When I dream about him again, he will say that he wants me to go out to play these days. Maybe some of them are fooling. I think since I dreamed of him, it means that I miss them and they will ask me out with high emotional intelligence.

But there are some I firmly believe that they just missed me at that time. Actually, I shouldn't say last night, but before I woke up this morning, I dreamed of him. You see, even if I don't say his nickname, I will habitually and subconsciously avoid his name. His nickname is only represented by him.

I dreamed that we grew up, and then he was still with me. In my dream, I hugged him and said don't go again, okay? I have really said this sentence many times, and it really seems that I am begging him not to leave again. I think in real life, I really shouldn't say this sentence, unless he really comes back early, maybe I can't control my emotions, and I will say don't go again.

After so many days apart, there was no contact, and I dreamed of him for the first time. Maybe I dreamed about him before! But in the dream, the scene is so beautiful. Unfortunately, reality is not addictive. She won't give me a chance, and I don't want to give it.

How many times have you taken the train?

The train is always noisy, and the symphony in the carriage is playing everywhere: someone is talking to their family and telling them that they have got on the bus smoothly; Some people soak instant noodles, steaming on the glass and blooming into a string of water droplets, and the rich fragrance is hooked to the taste buds; From time to time, there will be noise from children and scolding from parents.

The slow-moving car seems to be nostalgic for the scenery along the way. When I opened the curtain, I suddenly reflected on the glass: I was wearing a heavy down jacket and sitting in my seat, like a fat penguin. I turned my eyes to the window again: the dark night sky made people wonder if I was driving in a cave. There are neither inlaid stars nor bright moonlight in the sky.

Fortunately, a little light and clouds in the distance are floating in the low altitude in the form of cotton wool, but they can only be seen vaguely, just like feathers floating gently on a calm lake, without rippling, but they break the monotony in the night sky. All the houses are hidden in the night, waiting for the dawn to unveil their mystery. Looking up at the sky, I can occasionally see the flashing light when the plane slides, just like the morning star that rises slowly and suddenly disappears. At night, it was as quiet as a sleeping baby, and our train shuttled through her wonderful dream. Through the glass, I found that all the stars in the sky fell into my eyes, overflowing with unspeakable light.

Finally arrived at the destination, we can go to play the scenery we want to see. However, the scenery along the way was my most beautiful encounter. I am thinking that life is the same, the result is very important, but the process may be the most enjoyable, and there are often the most beautiful encounters.

Today is the fifth day of going to the countryside. In the morning, the weather is average. I didn't feel wronged when I first came, and I didn't feel excited when I didn't come. It seems that everything is settled. I am not nervous about my work and have no complaints about eating. I'm used to bright sunshine, dark clouds and children's noise. Get up, brush your teeth, have breakfast, go to work, and everything is as usual.

In the afternoon, I was assigned to the third grade science experiment class. I still promised to give them the chance to do their own experiments in the absence of experimental materials. Although the venue conditions are not optimistic, the children's enthusiasm is not diminished, and my heart is excited. Although the experimental results are not optimistic, I still think it is very meaningful. The bell rang and the children left the teacher one by one with their schoolbags on their backs. I stayed in the classroom to tidy up the experimental equipment and close the doors and windows. At this time, a child came out of the classroom and came back. Why? I saw this kid say to me, "Teacher, I'm a little worried about you. Remember to turn off the projector. Let me help you. " At this time, a warm current welled up in my heart. Usually very naughty, but sometimes very sweet and lovely. Maybe this is the unique happiness of being a teacher.

Seeing many teachers playing with children after school makes me want to join them, bungee jump with them, ride bicycles with them and take selfies with them. Everything is just right, the sun is setting, and the wind of Mai Chen is blowing on my face, which makes me relaxed and happy. Well, everything is getting better and better, and we like it here gradually.

Meet, meet everywhere in life, even if you pass by, there is always someone who is very important to you. ...

Recalling that it was raining in Mao Mao two years ago, everyone was a little anxious. They were afraid that it would rain heavily soon, so they began to take shelter from the rain. In this confusion, I accidentally bumped into an aunt and almost fell down myself. Uh, I'm sorry! I looked up at her and apologized. She said with a smile, it doesn't matter, but look ahead when walking, safety first, or something will happen. A lot of nonsense, as if I had a class, I can't stand it. Hey!

After the holiday, I ushered in a new school year. On the first day of school registration, I was very excited to go to a new class. I saw a very familiar figure before I entered the classroom door. Hey, who's this? I am too familiar with it. Forget it, I don't want to. Let's talk inside. Hardly had I stepped into the classroom door when she turned around. God, isn't this the aunt I met the other day? She used to be a teacher! Before I came to my senses, she shouted, "What a coincidence, little girl. I'm also embarrassed to whisper "what a coincidence".

It was through this meeting that I had a special relationship with her. I always feel that she is more like a good friend than a teacher. She is the most extraordinary teacher I have ever seen.

That school year, I seemed to be a completely different person. She has a great influence on me. Maybe I will never forget her.

She can help me when I need it almost all the time, encourage me when I am in the most difficult time, and lead me to out of the dark on the road to success.

I met her by chance, but it was because of this meeting that we had a special relationship and felt the happy friendship between teachers and students.

I will never regret meeting me this time.

Sometimes the price of misunderstanding is so heavy that we can't do our best. For example, missed opportunities, such as missed people, such as children want to raise but not close. ...

It is often said that more understanding, more tolerance, but can not understand each other's needs and requirements, how to understand, tolerate and pay? You wanted apples, but you didn't tell me clearly. I worked hard to get you a box of pears, which moved me but worried about you. What was the result? Those are two broken hearts, two wandering backs, that's all.

Therefore, we should all express our observations, feelings, demands and demands in an appropriate and clear way. Observation is not comment, request is not command, demand is not accusation. After reading this book, I realized that we often confuse them in our daily expressions, which leads to frequent misunderstandings. I think clear expression is as important as patient listening, and it is also difficult to maintain a relationship. The author of the book has a formula-like explanation and explanation, and the dry goods have benefited a lot. The concept of nonviolent communication is not to instill chicken soup, to make people blindly yield, or to compromise themselves in order to cater to others blindly. Only one side's concession can't last long. Its idea is how to make people deeply understand the needs of others and themselves, pay attention to the unmet needs of themselves or others, and strive to achieve them, instead of accusing, criticizing, forcing or feeling guilty. In this way, people will become more tolerant, peaceful and optimistic, and most importantly, they will love themselves more.

Appreciate meeting.

Outside the window, a bright moon rose to the sky, and the faint moonlight was as pure as water. It crept through the window and sprinkled it gently on desks and books, covering the whole earth with a veil. Inadvertently, my eyes passed you by, and in an instant, I was attracted by you, and I couldn't move my eyes anymore. On such a night, I had a wonderful meeting with you-Yilin.

You smiled at me gently, soothing my broken heart. My heart suddenly warmed up, and I looked at your energetic figure carefully. The picture with deep charm on the cover is not too fancy, simple and clear, and it is pleasing to the eye at first glance. I looked at the fresh you, I couldn't help but hook up my mouth and quietly walked into your world, but you still smiled and took away the unhappiness and boredom in my heart.

Every beautiful article of yours is like a euphemistic song, which inadvertently touches my heart, delights my spirit and calms my impetuous mind like water.

There are touching articles in Ode to Life, where the miracle of life is interpreted and shocked my heart. Little-known stories in "historical fragments" appeared in front of me, which unveiled the hazy veil of history for me; Thumb Literature is a short and pithy essay with profound implications, which makes me think deeply …

You took me into the society and felt the fragrance of the beautiful years of mankind. Accompany me through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, let me put aside the messy dust in the world and give me a pure heart.

In the years since I met you, you have become a part of my life, and I am intoxicated by every beautiful article, story and poem of yours. We stayed together every night and became best bosom friends.

Thank you for letting us meet like a moonlit night. Fortunately, we didn't miss it, thank you-my Yilin.

Meeting composition 8 Meeting, what a beautiful word, it made me meet you. Thank you for this beautiful word, which makes me laugh and meet you. ...

The osmanthus flowers outside the window are all in bloom! The fragrance of yellow flowers floated into my heart, which suddenly made my heart quiet and transparent. The grass and flowers beside them, though inconspicuous, still dance with the wind. A tree as tall as a father's love also stands quietly and casts a shadow. I thank you, thank you for letting me meet you-dear nature.

Maybe, maybe the sad rain begins to fall in your heart, but there will always be someone who will come to your side with an umbrella, keep the rain away from you and support a rainbow sky for you with her love. At this time, you will always look at her and smile. I thank you, thank you for letting me meet you-selfless mother.

Maybe, the chance to see you and play with you is only a few years, oh, a few years. In retrospect, in fact, time flies and flows away in a blink of an eye. Looking at your smile, you always tolerate my mistakes. I always want time to pass faster, but I want time to stay at this moment, even if it is only a few seconds. I thank you, thank you for letting me meet you-school, classmates, and teachers who do their best for each student.

Yes, everyone should be grateful to meet yourself. You have finished what you wanted to do, said what you wanted to say, and lay in bed every day, thinking about everything this day. I thank you, thank you for letting me meet myself-a grown-up man.

In a person's life, there are strangers who stop for a minute, but there are always some who will be branded in your heart forever. Let's thank you for meeting them and meeting a person who may not be perfect but is the most comfortable!

Oh ... meet, what a beautiful word! Because of you, my life is more colorful!

What is 9 met's composition?

Some people say that meeting is beautiful; Some people say that it hurts to see people; Others say that they only meet in dreams, but they can't think of it in reality. Someone asked: how will we face him at that moment?

When flowers meet dew; When the wind meets the rain; When the little prince met his beloved rose. That moment? Will you be happy? Will it hurt your heart? Will your heart break? Will you shed endless tears in your heart?

When epiphyllum meets moonlight. At that moment, the epiphyllum was slowly spreading its white wings, and the moonlight fell from the sky. The short life of epiphyllum will be more beautiful because it meets the soft moonlight.

When roses meet leaves. Without green leaves, how to outline the outline of safflower. That little red book is not so fresh, so red. Because flowers meet leaves, green leaves outline the bright red of flowers. That kind of red is like blood! That's great. How fresh! It's fascinating!

"Because just met you! It's nice to leave footprints. The wind blows flowers and tears like rain. Because I just met you! " People meet in various ways. If two enemies meet, it must be much cry and little rain, and there will be an uncontrollable battle. When a lover meets you, there must be endless love stories. Children must be affectionate when they see their parents!

When we meet for the first time, we may or may not know each other. May be a knowing smile, let our hearts meet. I didn't feel hurt when I met you. Would you be heartbroken without that moment? Then why meet?

Meeting is a small thing in life. But we do it every day!

Meet new people; Satisfy the heart; Meet some knowing smiles. In my heart; In the brain; Think about all this.

"Because I met you, my life is colorful and better!"

The composition you met 10 500 times in your last life can be changed back to this life, and then you can change back to this life hundreds of times in your last life and never forget it?

When I come home from school, I always pass that deep alley. At the end of the alley, there is a corner forgotten by the sun. In that corner, there is an old man who repairs cars for a living. Without sunshine and flowers, he was in darkness and humidity.

The rain that day came suddenly, like a downpour. The umbrella in my hand swayed in the wind and rain.

The wind roared and the rain poured down. I really can't stand the baptism of wind and rain, so I have to move forward quickly. Stopping at that corner, I stepped into the wet and dark border, looked at the old man and asked, "Can I borrow a cloth?" He stopped what he was doing, looked up at me, took a clean towel for me with his hands as greasy as dead wood, handed it to me, and then lowered his head to continue his business.

I watched the alley in front of the door be turned into a stream by the rain. In the middle of the stream, there is a child holding an umbrella, like a child playing in spring, stepping on the water with melancholy joy.

Not far away, covered by wind and rain, a car is coming quickly. It's too late to remind children to be careful. The old man rushed out of the door in an instant. The child was safe, but the old man fell in a pool of blood. Although in retrospect, it may be a little more forgotten and less shocking.

After that, the old man in the corner forgotten by the sun never appeared again. Although he was forgotten by the sun, I didn't forget him.

After that, I crossed the alley and walked to the corner forgotten by the sun. When I met such a rainy day, all I could remember was the scene of that day.

Then I met a fiery heart, and there was a lingering feeling in my heart.

In those years, he was clean, lighter than clouds and lighter than the wind.