Essay about meeting each other from a thousand miles away

Essays about meeting each other from thousands of miles away

In our daily lives of study and work, everyone should be familiar with essays, right? Essay is a branch of prose and a variant of argumentative essay, which has both argumentative and lyrical characteristics. Do you know what kind of essay is praised by everyone? The following are the essays I compiled for you to meet each other from afar. Welcome to read and collect.

Essay on Meeting Me a Thousand Miles Away 1

The Beginning of Autumn Festival has just passed and the summer heat has not gone away. In addition to the large number of people and traffic jams in our small town, the rest is very muggy. Warmth heats the liver and lungs, causing indescribable dryness and heat. Turning on the air conditioner, the wind is blowing, the body feels comfortable, the nose is stuffy, and the whole body is struggling, as if it is tied up. I am lazy all day long, like an eggplant beaten by autumn frost, and I can't bring myself to have any energy. I cursed from the bottom of my heart, this damn weather is so unbearable.

Where to hide? After discussing it with my family, we all agreed to go to the prairie. That is, pass through the Bashang Grassland and go directly to Inner Mongolia. As a result, the whole family was as excited as if they had been given blood. Find maps, find information, and check the best route. It can be useful for those who play with mobile phones, such as navigation and choosing several destinations. One way is from Zhangjiakou to Hohhot in the west; one way is from Fengning, Hebei Province to Xilin Gol; the other way is from Chengde to Chifeng through the paddock. The three routes all go to Inner Mongolia, and each expresses his own opinion and has his own merits. The quarrels are all justified. Anyway, it’s a self-driving tour. Pick the best route. The only purpose is to cool down and relieve the heat. I like photography, have a preference for writing, and am the head of the family. Of course, it was up to me to decide. I chose one of the three routes and played while walking, all the way to the Xilin Gol Prairie. The first stop was Duolun County, Inner Mongolia, where there is a lake called Duolun Lake. I heard from movie friends and literary friends that this place is a good place to go. It has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the grassland scenery is even more beautiful. It is better to listen to the scenery than to see the scenery. Hearing with the ears is false and seeing with the eyes is reality.

Nine people in two cars started from the small town and meandered northward along the national highway. After leaving the city for a hundred miles, we got into the ravine. Although the road is steep, winding and narrow, the trees are lush, the dust is sparse, and the noise is zero. Even the honking of cars is rare. The most rare thing is the fresh and cool air. One breath is refreshing and refreshing. Two breaths are pleasing to the eyes. Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue and clear. A few white clouds float over from the green top of the mountain. Before I can take a closer look, the tunnel, the long tunnel blocks the bright sunshine and the charming mountain scenery. I can hold my breath quietly and chase through the dim orange light. Before I could recover, before I could take a good look at the mountains and waters, a long tunnel rushed towards me...

This mountain road is hundreds of kilometers long, going over mountains and ridges, winding up and down mountains, just climbing a steep slope, walking another steep slope, crossing bridges, going through tunnels, twists and turns. There is a section of the mountain road that is very steep, and the word caution is the most appropriate word. Just a moment ago, it was a smooth straight road, but in the blink of an eye, the road sign indicated that the detour was dangerous! Drive slowly, the speed limit is 20 kilometers. With one foot on the brake and one on the steering wheel, the two cars almost kissed and bumped into each other. It was really dangerous. Thanks to the timely braking, a minor disaster was avoided. Born in a cold sweat, there are no near misses. Walking to a relatively spacious place, the whole family got out of the car and took a short rest. You looked at me and I looked at you. Their sweaty faces were red, waxy, and white. Apart from being frightened, they were relatively speechless. Smile.

Mobile phones, this modern high-tech product is really good and full of functions that make you put it down. Navigation is one of its special functions. Listening to its navigation voice makes me feel quite comfortable. It guides us in the direction along the way.

Upon the dam, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Fengning grassland and marveled at the great power of nature. The low green shrubs receded from the car, and the beautiful birch forest came into view again. The majestic poplar trees stood on both sides of the road like sentinels, protecting our vehicles as they moved forward. The green grass is like grass, like felt, like a carpet, like the sea, showing a charming style in front of you, which is dizzying.

The environment is elegant and quiet, and the cool wind carries the moisture from the lake gently blowing over, making you feel refreshed and refreshed. Even when I felt cool, I still felt chilly, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body. The accommodation is clean and comfortable, and the grassland food is delicious. We masters were holding roasted mutton in our hands and drinking Mongolian spirits from large bowls. We were flushed and bored. We were all hot and sweaty. We chatted long and short about old things and new things.

The wine is flowing, the love is strong, and the words are intimate. At this time, someone in the yard lit a bonfire, and the fire illuminated the entire yard. There were already more than a dozen people adding wood around the bonfire, and hearty laughter and joyful singing reached the ears. We took advantage of the wine and walked towards the bonfire talking and laughing. There was no matouqur or guitar, only the karaoke played by the landlord for accompaniment. Under the clear starry sky and beside the burning bonfire, it was a bit more fun. At this time, the night was deep, and the air on the grassland was very cold. The people around the campfire were wearing ridiculous clothes. Some wore autumn clothes and long trousers, some wore cold-proof clothes, and some wore short sleeves and long trousers. Yes, several children actually wore winter clothes. The colors were bright and beautiful under the firelight, dancing like a few little angels, clapping their little hands, shining their bright eyes, and looking so happy that the adults present were amazed. .

At this time, a burly figure swayed in front of my eyes. It seemed familiar to me. Those shining eyes reminded me that he was a director of our city's Federation of Literary and Art Circles and retired two years ago. , couldn't sit still, organized and established a photography salon, and gathered a group of photography-loving people. He published several photography books and signed them for me as a souvenir. People in the circle called him Brother Cai. I looked carefully around the campfire again, and I was surprised to see a few familiar faces. Xiao Ming, Lao Ma Shi Tu, Fat Yan Zi, Xiao Hong Boy, look again, isn’t that Zhang Yuanyuan? These acquaintances are all my film and literary friends! I was stunned, I was amazed, I couldn't believe my eyes. Am I dreaming? The world is so vast, the prairie is so vast, even Duolun Lake is more than 40 miles long and narrow, and there are countless hotels and farmhouses on the shore of the lake. Why do these literary and movie friends gather here? A week of gathering at this bonfire? Along with this moving music, everyone held hands and danced the bonfire dance selflessly. Joyful songs, blazing bonfires, brisk dance steps, passionate friends, under the bright starry sky, on this vast prairie, beside this strong bonfire, release burning passion.

At the end of the song, everyone hugged each other, shook hands, and said hello to each other. Tears of excitement and joy hung on their faces, dripped in their hearts, and melted into the deep affection. After getting to know each other, we learned that the cars in the yard all had the same area code, and the people gathering there were all organized by no one and came from different directions. While everyone was chatting, I saw a tough middle-aged man with a pair of leopard eyes shining on his dark red face. At first glance, he looked like a standard Mongolian man. Seeing that he was unfamiliar, I took the initiative to shake hands with him and say hello. His accent sounds like mine. I marveled, are you not a Mongolian? He said that we are from the same hometown and are your literary friends. We like your articles very much, but we have never met. This time we are really destined to meet each other thousands of miles away from the prairie.

The bonfire burned more fiercely, and the crackling sound echoed on the prairie for a long time, accompanied by singing, dancing, and the laughter of acquaintances.

I believe in fate, and I believe in fate even more. Isn’t it? Thousands of miles are destined to meet each other on the grassland. Essay 2: We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away.

We are destined to meet you thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, we will not meet each other. Because of fate, we are gathered together in Thirteen Middle School.

——Inscription

I love our school

When registering for the summer vacation, when I walked into the gate of No. 13 Middle School, the first thing I saw was a line of bright red characters—— —Forge ahead for the rise of China. For a moment, I was full of expectations for this school: only a high school full of passion can have such a school motto filled with youth and enthusiasm!

After the official start of school, I am full of expectations for my high school life: passionate morning exercises, enthusiastic morning reading, scholarly corridor culture, and warm and loving campus life. Whether it is a dormitory or a classroom, the school has installed air conditioning and heating for us, giving us the comfort of home.

There are many slogans hanging in the school cafeteria to motivate students. The sentence that impressed me most is: At the most beautiful age, do your best for the purest dream. One sentence sums up our common aspirations.

The wonderful No. 13 Middle School, where my high school journey started.

I love my class

Time flies, and time flies by. One semester has passed, but the scene when classes were divided is still vivid in my mind. Because we were divided into liberal arts and science classes, we had to leave the classmates and teachers we had been with for three months and enter a completely unfamiliar class. At first, I was very repulsive to this new class. I was immersed in memories and did not want to wake up from the past. The Chinese teacher discovered our negative emotions. She told us before a class: "The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain will hurt the spring. It is better to have mercy on the people in front of us." From then on, I fell in love with the Chinese teacher. I took a Chinese class and slowly began to fall in love with my new class.

Our old classmate is a standard "hard worker". In life, he is our friend, helping us solve our troubles. When we are sick, he even greets us with concern and care. But when he himself fell ill, he didn't take it seriously. He just went to the infirmary to get some medicine and gave him infusions as a last resort. In terms of learning, he is a strict teacher. If someone regresses, he will definitely ask the reason and find a solution for him; if someone violates discipline, he will be unselfish and unyielding. Laoban, who has a clear distinction between love and hate, makes us respect and love him involuntarily.

I deeply like the slogan of our class: Writers rule, dancers rule, one, four, one, two, dominate the world. I believe that with our joint efforts, Classes 14-12 will definitely dominate Class 13.

I love my teacher

On the last morning reading before the quality inspection exam, we rushed into the classroom with a nervous mood, and what we saw were blessings on every desk. Notes and small gifts, words of blessing, and delicious candies express the teacher’s ardent expectations and instructions. On Christmas Eve, the teacher prepared navel oranges for us and gave us sincere blessings; at the New Year’s Day party, the teacher celebrated the New Year with us. Every good memory is so unforgettable.