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In normal study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition according to the different writing time limit. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my excellent composition of the meeting carefully arranged, welcome to read and collect.

When I know your decision, I can only pray silently and pray that everything is over.

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It was destiny takes a hand that we met. I vaguely remember seeing you for the first time. You smile, your mouth slightly rises, and your eyes are clear as water. Maybe at that moment, we were destined to be good friends for life.

In my memory, you laughed the most. Maybe your smile gave me a reason to never give up and a belief to stick to it. Now think about what the teacher said to us before, maybe it is right. At least the year before last, I chose to give up or stay away, so I won't bring you the same experience as the year before last. Come to think of it, we are really destined to face the same thing at the same age and season. Now if I have to choose again, I will still choose to stick to it.

Time will dilute everything and prove everything. I believe that we are not only the chance encounter of life, but also the mutual support of life. If I have to make a choice, I'd rather we walk on two parallel lines, so as to keep our distance and advance together.

I admire your calmness, and you can face and accept everything calmly. You have to make me admire you in this respect.

I learned a lot from you, learned to face it calmly, learned to keep my promise, learned not to promise easily, learned …

Open the negative of memory, and the scenes of memory emerge in front of you. We laughed, cried and quarreled, but none of us gave up. Sometimes I really want to say sorry to you. Because I know you, I know you won't promise others easily, but once you promise, I will try my best to do it, so I use my knowledge of you to force you to do a lot of things. Although you didn't do it completely, I know you did your best. Sometimes I feel too good or too bad when I see your smile, but I really just hope you are good.

I have to believe that you are such a clever boy, at least for us. But do you know that your greatest weakness is lack of perseverance? Although you don't spend three days fishing and two days drying the net, I dare say that most of your work is only three minutes of enthusiasm, and many things can't be sustained.

I really want to say thank you here, thank you for bringing more happiness to my life, and thank you for everything. But I hope we can face it together next time something happens. I know what you have done is for my own good, but when I know what you have chosen, I can only silently pray that everything is over. But I want you to know that we are friends, friends are inseparable from each other, and friends advance and retreat together.

I am really lucky to meet you.

Meeting you is my happiness.

The story of summer turned a few pages with the wind, with a fragrant residual temperature, in the pale yellow leaves, let the hot world slowly go away. Although it has been autumn for a long time, the feeling of soaking in sweat all day in this year's hot summer is unforgettable, and Yu Wei still seems unwilling to retreat in summer.

Autumn may be the best time to hold a happy event, because the aunts in the community always get together to discuss who is married and who is married. Even my cousin, who was ridiculed by my family as "the monkeys are gone", entered the marriage hall a day ago.

Yesterday morning, when the sun was still in the clouds, I was dragged out of my tender dream by my heartless mother and threatened to go to menstruation's house to help. Towards noon, the "crackling" firecrackers ushered in the car. At this time, someone suddenly started throwing a lot of sugar and coins. With the children running and the sound of coins falling, I saw an old figure.

She is a street sweeper. Hair that has not been taken care of for a long time is messy. Time has outlined one deep wrinkle after another on that dark face. Long-term unclear eyes are cloudy, mouth is tight, and a wet cloth is draped over white and yellow hair. Clothes were patched everywhere, yellow shirts were covered with dust, and uneven trouser legs spilled over a colorful land. Wearing old gray shoes, the thread has burst in some places, and holding two bright red balloons in his hand. She crouched down and groped on the ground.

When she tried to go further, the children pushed her out again. Helpless, she had to limp back with a candy and a balloon in her hand. None of those smiling and bustling people noticed the weak woman.

Suddenly, a small bouncing figure appeared from the crowd and ran towards the old man, stuffing all the candy and money wrapped in red paper into his hand. The child is only four or five years old, and his red face shows signs of "fighting" with other children. The old man smiled and his hands were full of beauty.

Thank you for meeting me and letting me find that life is bright and beautiful.

There will be many passers-by in the life of three people, but they are all passers-by, and people who can accompany you will always be there. He is the kind of person who can always accompany me.

Well, he is nearly 1.8 meters tall, which is relatively short among boys, but he always feels that he will grow taller and have a younger sister's head like a girl. I always thought that if he was a girl, he would be very beautiful. He loves to laugh, and sometimes I think he may be asked to laugh, because he has been laughing, which is especially beautiful because he has two dimples. He is a very nice person. He will accompany me when I am happy, comfort me and encourage me when I am sad. Occasionally yell at me when I do something wrong. When I don't know what to do when I encounter a problem, he will give me advice and analyze the pros and cons of the whole thing. He is my brother.

But I don't like calling him by his first name. Sometimes he gets angry, but he's never really angry with me. I often get angry with him, yell at him and make unreasonable demands on him. He never gets angry, but only tolerates me and gives in to me.

When I am sick, he will be nervous, sometimes so nervous that I can find a way online. I will also laugh at him and spit on him because of his lovely behavior. He sometimes nags like his mother, because I am sick at school and blame me for not taking care of myself and taking medicine. He kept telling me to drink more hot water and wear more clothes, and he kept nagging in my ear, like a worried old woman, very annoying, really annoying.

I talk a lot when I'm happy. He always listens to me patiently and never interrupts me. When he hears something funny, he will laugh happily with me. He said that he especially likes to see and hear my laughter, because he thinks he will be happy to see and hear my laughter.

When I am unhappy, I cry to him and complain to him. He never bothers me. No matter whether I am right or wrong, he always supports me and will always be my strongest backing. When I am unhappy, he tells me jokes to make me happy, and then unhappiness will become happiness. Sometimes I am narcissistic about him and often think that he is the most handsome in the world. Once he asked me who was more handsome, him or someone else. While I was still thinking, I heard him say, "If you dare to say that he is handsome, I will hammer you to death!" " I really think he's cute.

"I'm so lucky to meet you." I was really lucky to meet him. I have a brother who is very kind to me. I'm really satisfied. Thanks to my youth and time, I met him. He is my best meeting. Meeting him seems to have spent all my luck.

Meet excellent composition 4 Life is in a hurry. In the rush of life, we met, which is fate. No matter what kind of encounter, we should bring laughter and happiness to each other with tolerance and love!

You like blue sky, and he likes white clouds. What does it matter? Everyone's love makes everyone a treasure, and then we hug each other and embrace the touch of meeting.

There is no dilemma that we can't get out of. You see, we can get out of the shadows, we can get out of the deep valley, we can get out of the whirlpool, we can get out of the war. There are no eternal enemies in the world, even enemies. If we once shook hands, if we shake hands now, meeting can also make us friends.

Whether in the mountains or on the plains, let's smile and sing a song for each other and dance together.

The sky is so blue, our hearts should be bright and refreshing; The clouds are so white that our mood should be soft and pure.

When disputes become obstacles because of different views, let's take a step back and look at each other's perspectives. It turns out that only different angles will produce different views. Then form a unified, and then * * * move the heavy stone, we are still us, no different.

Tolerance and love are with us. We look at other people's problems as well as our own. No one in the world is perfect, and we have many shortcomings ourselves. Just like me, I am willful and naughty, so I often think about myself, ignore myself, tolerate myself and others. I often get tolerance from others. Otherwise, if my naughty life was serious, would I still be so happy? I am happy for others' tolerance and love, and I also give others love and tolerance.

Take a step back. When we like each other, if possible, we will love together. If not, we will send our blessings to love. When there is a person, let us love and hate. If it can be resolved, let love be immersed in hate. If not, then we can keep our thoughts, we are still us, there is no difference.

We don't force each other to think alike, because with tolerance and love, we will regard each other's happiness as our own. We are independent individuals and respect each other's hobbies and habits. We can make our meeting grow harmoniously with sincere heart, and grow happy and happy for ourselves and others.

Meet excellent composition 5. The green field is near the sky, the sky is blue and the water is falling, and we have gone through the lush years hand in hand; The scenery is full of flowers and the moonlight is bright. We welcome young people like flowers. On the way of life, thank you for meeting you.

I remember how many mornings you stood at the gate of the community waiting for me with your hands rubbing with cold. Every time I come out, I see you stumbling towards me wrapped in a big scarf, and your face is red with cold. You are so cute. I remember how many evenings were dyed red by yellow halo, and we walked side by side on the way home. Shuttle between the noisy cities, from the end of loss to the end of hope, all the loss and beauty are with me. The warm cause of all this is a beautiful meeting with you.

Speaking of meeting you, we must start with that mountaineering trip. We are the only peers, and we got to know each other soon. On the day I climbed the mountain, I saw the thick green hill in the distance, and it was difficult to find some shadows of the land from it. The sun is burning on me, and I can't help but feel farther and farther away from my destination. What kind of butterflies dance and what kind of red apricots make branches can't make me happy. At this time, you saw my fatigue, took my hand and said, "Look, we have come so far, we can't give up, come on!" " We work together. "Then take my hand and take me forward. As soon as my heart warms up, I can't help but get up.

We ran happily, and I was not careful. I tripped over a small stone, fell heavily to the ground and scraped my knee. The wound mixed with mud makes me feel anxious. I was sitting in the same place when you brought a mineral water bottle, squatted down and carefully cleaned the wound with a clean silk scarf. I saw your eyebrows suddenly become dignified, for fear of hurting me. After a while, I saw sweat rolling down from your forehead, but I still didn't stop my action. My eyes are slightly moist, perhaps moved to dispel the pain, and I will move on with you.

You helped me carefully all the way. In order to keep me steady, your limbs are extremely uncoordinated. Standing on the top of the mountain, facing the blue waves, overlooking the pure sky, gently blowing the spring breeze. Looking at you by my side, my mood suddenly brightened up. I feel that the lucky star I met fell on our heads. All this has become the most beautiful morning glow, fixed in the corner of the sky.

Meeting you is like a bright light suddenly gained when walking between dark historical sites and valleys, accompanying you when you are lonely, illuminating you when you are confused and encouraging you when you are afraid. Meeting your beauty makes me no longer afraid of the road under my feet on the long road of life growth. Thank you for accompanying me all the way.

The wind is warm and the autumn water is gurgling. Luckily, I can have a wonderful meeting with you.

It's raining outside the window. Are you still under the rain curtain? ...

Closed my heart for a whole day, feeling the freshness in the rain under a small umbrella. Rain and air, like a layer of spun yarn in this world, inadvertently swept over my face. In the rain, you and I met.

You are curled up in a damp corner like a fallen elf, shivering and incompatible with the intermittent rain. The closed door separates you from the world, and you feel helpless and desperate in the rain. From time to time, a flash of lightning tore the sky, followed by the barking of frightened dogs, and you seemed to have nowhere to hide, so motionless, I don't know whether you were brave or cornered by life. I can't help feeling a little cold: there is no room for you in this huge world. Gray sky, gray cement floor, gray city, only a blue umbrella and your white hair that is not dyed gray.

I was a little at a loss when you slowly raised your furry little head and opened your eyes to meet my eyes. I am slowly approaching you, and you are like an old man who has experienced wind and frost, just motionless and waiting in place. Nearby, I clearly saw you: a delicate face with lovely facial features, a pair of eyes as clear as a clear spring. Although it is a stray cat, it has the spotless color of a cat like you. Just because of the rain, the smooth hair turned into a lock and stuck to your thin body. I know you are an angel lost in the noisy city.

I left my umbrella and tried my best to find a cardboard box and put it in a corner of the hidden and clean garden. I gently picked up your half-wet body and put it in the box. I bought a ham and put it in front of you. Just like my old friend, you ate it without doubt and there was a noise in your throat. Maybe it's my illusion. When you chew in vain, I clearly see a tear running across your cheek. It is definitely not raining, because those tears are not cold, but the warmth after being loved. I stood up and left silently, just to turn around and see you leaning against the box and looking at my back under the umbrella. You cried softly, as if waiting for something.

I know your wish. You want a home. Hesitation haunts me, and I finally can't turn around and take you out of helplessness, but I just walk out of your sight coldly in my inner suffering.

There is a saying in Xi Murong's poem "A Flowering Tree" that how to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. I read this poem and met her under the locust tree.

On that day, the sunshine was just right, and the spring breeze was like a breeze, stroking the years. Tiny sunshine shines on her through the gap of time, making her slim figure more beautiful and moving. Breeze blowing, hair flying, clothes turned up, picturesque figure standing under the locust tree, everything looks so poetic.

I hit it off with her.

She stood on tiptoe and tried to pick some Sophora japonica flowers, but she was not tall enough to pick them. I was anxious for her under the tree and jumped to pick flowers. I didn't pick them, but I knocked myself over.

I sat down on the ground, tears of pain swirling in my eyes, and she hurried to see my injury. Turns out to be a broken skin, bloodshot, white skin with a touch of bright red, particularly conspicuous.

"Stay here, don't move. I'll get your medicine. " She gently blew on my wound and told me patiently before she left.

I stayed under the tree and let the breeze blow, blowing away a locust tree and falling into my hair. The beige flowers fell in my palm, blowing gently and scattered around. Her eyes reflected her anxious figure.

She was panting and flushed. running all the way, without rest, pulled out the cork of the medicine bottle in her hand, squatted down carefully and gently applied it to my knee. Her eyes are full of seriousness and concern, even the cotton ball in her hand is soft, for fear of hurting me.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still and the years were safe. The grayish-white Sophora japonica fell like that, forming a natural wreath between her hair, dressing her up, letting time fly and the years pass.

"Does it still hurt?" She gently helped me to play the dirt on my clothes, adjusted my clothes and asked me gently. I looked up and bumped into her concerned eyes. I only feel that a lamp in my heart is lit, driving away the darkness, and a warm current slides across my body. Under this concerned eye, any pain no longer exists.

Seeing me, she shook her head, her eyes showed joy again, and her face rippled with a bright smile like sunshine.

At that moment, the spring breeze was just like you. We met on the best day in the world. Even if the tea is cold at night, the locust tree is still fragrant. ...

A happy weekend, I was humming a ditty, eating chicken legs and drinking coke. Suddenly, a white light came on me, and with a strong impact, an old man dressed strangely fell beside me. "Ah ... what the hell are you?" Seeing this scene, I was so scared that the chicken leg fell out of my mouth!

Unconsciously, the old man suddenly bowed down at my feet and said, "Ancestor, I am your descendant. I came in 2678!" " I know you have a lot of doubts now. Please come with me. "Then the old man took me to a beautiful island, a fairyland on earth, full of rare treasures. I was so shocked that I could put an egg in my mouth. Before I knew it, suddenly the old man turned around and knelt in front of me and said, "You bought this island when you were alive, and it has been handed down to me from generation to generation." How can I be so rich? I feel glad. Is it true?/You don't say.

"The purpose of my coming here is to ask you to do me a small favor. Can you give me an autographed photo of your childhood? " His words brought me one surprise after another. "Well, you, are you idle stomach pain? Or is there a hole in the head? Spend so much thought and energy crossing over to ask me for an autographed photo? " I replied disdainfully, "You don't know that you invented something that shocked the world in 20xx-the world's first time machine, which is also known as one of the great men who made outstanding contributions in history. Now your signature photo has been sold at a sky-high price of 50 1.78 million in later generations, which can be said to be sky-high! Some time ago, the stock market fluctuated greatly, and now I even lost money on the experiment. In desperation, I can only ask you for help. " "In the later generations, I was regarded as Newton's cow force? Don't make fun of me, I don't have American time to talk nonsense with you here, and I don't want to be a scientist. " I looked at him incredulously. "I know you won't believe my ancestors. I brought you the primary school textbooks of our time. Look. " I took the book and looked dumbfounded: the first lesson, the great Man Tao family army, the second lesson, the origin of Tao family army's success, and the third lesson ...

"Ding, Ding" Suddenly a horrible magic sound appeared in my ear, and the alarm clock rang! Alas! This is a dream! It's time to get up for school!

The poetic beauty of meeting excellent composition 9 lies in its diversity and richness. Like the stars in the night sky, flickering, but can accompany eternity.

You, the morning when you first met him, the swing in the wall, the bluestone path outside the wall. When I was a child, I didn't know where the worries in the poem came from. Although you have been tossing and turning with your parents in many places, looking at his dusty eyes when he was a child, you are just as shy and delicate as a newborn baby. It's a pity that the opportunity of childhood friends is easily broken up. I don't know if the fate is too shallow to witness each other's growth or if the fate is too deep. It is known that all shall be well.

You met him in a calm morning, and the pond on the campus of Tsinghua was silent. When we first met, the hazy impression has gradually blurred and faded in our respective lives. You have become a graceful girl, and he has also become a handsome scholar. The tree is quiet and the wind stops, but the heart is ups and downs in the ripples, and two faces are born with laughter. You never thought he would be the boy in the alley in front of you, but you just thought he would be "poetic" in your future life.

I want to hand in colorful stationery and rulers. In your letter, you told him everything, from happiness to trouble, from the past to the future, you drew beautiful flowers. It was not until he invited you to England that you realized how heavy he was in your heart.

You, with a misty book, accompanied him in a foreign land, and strange England forced you to be together. In the past, Jiu Ruxiang Yang's daughter has become a cook. Holding your hand, I want to spend a short time with you. From Oxford, to the streets of Paris, France, to the ferry home, you have never been separated from his hand again.

"City people want to go out, people outside want to come in. Marriage, love and career are all the same. " You talk about his works like this, but you know that your love is not Fortress Besieged, and you never want to escape from his solid poetic siege until the city disappears in the autumn wind.

You, separated from him in the ancient post road at dusk, are imprisoned by the general rules of bell jar. Looking at the wooden boat 3 1 1 farther and farther away from the horizon, the smoke waves lingered for a long time, looking at the dusk scene of water and sky. Lonely rain and fog seem to hear your sigh and see a tear that you inadvertently slide in the evening mirror.

The accident of meeting, the firmness of being together, the romance of holding hands, and the firmness of facing alone after separation are all poems of your life. His scholar spirit, his clumsiness and his little romance are full of poetry in your life. You met this poem in front of a long road, and it lingered in your life and never left.

Meet an excellent composition 10 meet once and be warm once.

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Taoyuan looks very broken.

"Mountain monk to play chess. The bamboo on the chessboard is clear. When no one saw bamboo, I heard voices. " When I first saw Go, I had a fantasy that there would be such a scene one day, but-

"How, how can you make so many low-level mistakes?" "How did you play so many chess games?" The Go teacher's reprimand is still ringing in my ears-I lost in the Go League.

The sky is like ink, the night is getting thicker, and the clouds are like cotton, thick and solid. Picking up a chess piece, a sense of loss and loneliness comes to mind, just like Qin Guan's sentence in "Journey to the Sand": The moon is foggy, the moon is wandering, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.

Haggard for Iraq.

The thick clouds suddenly broke a gap, and the moonlight poured down like water, soothing my mood. Looking back at the beautiful scenery I saw along the way, I am a little reluctant to leave this black and white world. I opened the Thirteen Classics again and felt the vastness of black and white in a small chessboard. I seem to see Zhang intentionally holding a wolf in his hand, immersed in the change of black and white, turning a chess game into a line of words, and uncovering the mystery between black and white bit by bit. When I close my eyes, patterns and tricks turn into vivid battlefields in my mind, and I am the general. Looking down at the chess pieces, it seems that I met with the charm of "the battlefield between one side" through thousands of years of cultural precipitation, and a burst of warmth came to my mind. I carefully put the sunspot in the upper right corner and began to recover. When the hour hand moved feebly to twelve o'clock, the black and white world gave off an intoxicating halo in the dim light.

Every morning, I chase the first sunshine in the illusory black and white, and every evening, I kiss the last sunset in a dangerous chess game. On the way to struggle, I sometimes encounter cold wind and rain, but there has always been a voice echoing in my heart: clothes are getting wider without regret, and I am haggard for Iraq.

Search up and down.

I fell in love with Go not only because of its black-and-white charm, but also because it witnessed my persistence and perseverance in learning books and poems.

When I met Vicki, I met a better self. I will continue to look up and down this road. ...

Meet Excellent Composition 1 1 Looking back at history, you will meet many wonderful people, who will not only bring you indelible shock and admiration, but also beautiful and ardent patriotic feelings.

In the book, I met Fu Xinde, a battle-hardened medical soldier. Fu Xinde signed up for the army at the age of eighteen. He has experienced hundreds of battles, big and small. Although he survived the bullets again and again, he was shot off the whole meat in a battle. He bled on the spot. He just endured the pain without anesthesia treatment. Even in the face of such extreme physical pain, he never regretted joining the army. What supports him to grit his teeth is the ideal of defending the country and the love for the people. At the veterans' party in 2006, the standard military salute played by his bullet-pierced hands and his eyes full of tears when singing the national anthem were particularly touching. In the war years, facing the war in blood shed, he conveyed this spirit of sacrifice for the country, which gave me the belief of adding strength to the national defense cause in today's peaceful and stable era, and made me sigh at the beauty of the spirit and understand the historical mission as a member of the country.

In the book, I met Cai Zhongda, a writer who wrote patriotic feelings with a pen. In the chaotic era when the new China was just established, the years of turmoil without a foothold did not smooth out Cai Zhongda's patriotic enthusiasm. In the book, he described himself as a piece of broken paper in the street, where it floated, where it landed, stained with a little color, and then sorted it out with his little knowledge and stupid brain, sorting out an article that made him determined to write. What he wrote was not only the inability to lament the poor living conditions of the people at that time, but also the urgent need to serve the country wholeheartedly. When I met him, I knew that the unshakable patriotic feelings behind the beautiful words made me remember everything the country gave me forever in reality.

In the book, I met Dai Wangshu. The patriotic poet devoted himself to arousing hope. He wrote "I Use Broken Palm", which touched countless people who have a stable life because of these old revolutionaries. The intense patriotic enthusiasm and hatred for life without dignity in his poems often make me sigh the power in his words, so as to understand that China was born with stability, and let me clearly realize my future and give back to the country that gave birth to me and raised me with a hundredfold effort.

In these wonderful encounters, their wonderful deeds and passionate patriotic feelings will gradually infiltrate our hearts with reading, so that we can get our own beauty in the encounter.

I met an excellent composition 12 14 years old, which is a youthful and beautiful age. No matter how heavy the homework is, it can't bend our vibrant age.

The acne on my face, my growing body and my growing rebellious heart are all telling me the arrival of a beautiful youth. He has been making trouble since he met him. I want to get angry with my parents inexplicably; Somehow I want to burn my schoolbag and skip class for another day; Inexplicably interested in all kinds of strange ornaments; I fell in love with news broadcast inexplicably. Beautiful youth turned my original life upside down. I used to be naive, but now I'm mature. Is this good or bad?

This should be a good thing. The moment I met my beautiful youth was short and unreal. From the textbook, it seems really beautiful after entering a beautiful adolescence. Every day is full of vigor and vitality; Full of positive attitude towards life; Full of dreams to swim in the ocean of knowledge. Sometimes, I can't help asking myself: Where did you get such great spirit and strength?

This is a beautiful youth. Grandpa Mao said: The future is ours and yours, but it is yours after all. You are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, full of vigor and vitality. Now that I am at the age of sunrise, I still have a long way to go. Have you ever seen the sunrise? When the sun just rises, the pace is jumping, just like an eight-year-old living wave child; At eight or nine o'clock, the sun shines on him with gentle and powerful steps; Before you know it, it's noon, sunny, hottest and most difficult; In the evening, the red sun lit up the surrounding sky and clouds, and then sank.

It seems that this age is the best, more mature than the original but more naive than the future. We greet beautiful youth with the rising sun, blooming flowers and newly turned books. But I am willing to be the warm sun in winter, the lily in the valley and the masterpiece of cultivating sentiment. Of course. This requires me to create and cooperate with beautiful youth.

Beautiful youth has given me wings, and I want to control my own flight. I want to use these wings to fly up mountains, cross oceans and chase my dreams. When beautiful youth stops me on the river bank, I will swim across the river alone. I will use the knowledge and thoughts given to me by my beautiful youth to complete the rest of the journey.

Seize the beautiful youth, seize the opportunity to meet the beautiful youth, and let the beautiful youth be glad of your arrival.