Composition because of meeting

In daily study, work, and life, everyone may have come into contact with composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are the essays I have collected for everyone (generally 10 essays). You are welcome to share them. Because of Encounter Essay 1

August midsummer is the most beautiful, and unexpected encounters are about to happen... - Inscription

The sun is full of enthusiasm, and the parasol trees stand tall and tall on both sides of the road. Blocking the sun from the passers-by with unbridled enthusiasm. The birds standing on the branches sang their songs predictably, calming down the mood that was agitated by the sun's enthusiasm.

Entering the prescribed dormitory, there are eight people in a small room, but it still looks spacious.

That night, we gathered in the playground and looked around, seeing faces all wearing school uniforms. Together we received military training under the shining of the stars.

I met a neurotic woman here. She is chic, enthusiastic, cheerful, and doesn't care about other people's strange opinions. On the contrary, there is an indescribable color and brightness in the boring campus life.

After school started, we were not familiar with each other or even knew each other’s names. In my eyes, she gave me the "illusion" of being quiet and quiet at that time.

I had just arrived at school and I didn’t know many people. Eating and walking alone was completely inappropriate for an active person like me. I was eating alone and met her who was lonely. I took the initiative to go over: "Let's go together from now on!" She raised her head, we looked at each other and smiled, and we became friends from then on.

We eat together, walk back to the dormitory together, and do military training together. We have the same dream, encourage each other, and talk to each other.

We have the same hobbies, watching cartoons, novels, watching dramas...

During the military training, we took care of each other. It is more accurate to say that she took good care of me, because I My ability to adapt is very poor. Time is tight here and there are so many people. Sometimes I suffer from prosopagnosia, which makes me anxious and uncomfortable. But she will always hold my hand and never let go. When I drink water, she will hold it. The water bottle came over and asked me to drink: I am tired from military training and the sun is poisonous, so drink more water.

On cloudy days, her legs would hurt, and I would tell her to wear more clothes and not catch a cold. She cried. I have never seen her cry before. I tried to ask, but it was ineffective because I She was stupid, so she had to keep silent, and knowledge stayed by her side, moving forward...

One time during dinner, she asked me: "How is our relationship?" I didn't answer immediately, and she said : "I think we have a very good relationship." This sentence unknowingly warmed my heart and moistened my eyes.

In this season, in this school, in this unfamiliar place, I met the most beautiful you.

The meeting is not so gorgeous, the time and place are so perfect...

Often only two people and one sentence are enough. "Because of Meeting Essay 2"

"Who do I meet, and what kind of dialogue will there be?" The beautiful melody echoed in my mind, and I remembered the encounter between me and that flower when I first entered high school.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the branches, casting mottled tree shadows, like swords and halberds,

Straight into my heart. Helplessness and loneliness are engraved in my heart, and sadness has built a great wall in front of my eyes. The discomfort I felt when I first entered school and the longing for leaving home made it impossible for me to integrate into the new environment, and I even had the idea of ??transferring to another school.

Being alone, I stayed away from the military training team and sat down in a dark corner of the campus. Tears flowed out silently and refused to fall on my face.

In a trance, a touch of purple seems to come into view. What is that? I wiped my tears, blinked and looked there. Oh, it's a small purple flower.

The petals are so tender that they are so delicate and delicate, and the stamens are as slender as a mature girl, wanting to take in the afterglow of the sunset. That dazzling purple attracted me deeply, and it didn't look like the color that early autumn should have.

I lowered my head and sniffed lightly, and a faint fragrance was carried into my nose by the autumn wind. Presumably, for such beautiful flowers, the flower stems that provide nutrients must be green and full of vitality, right? But I looked around it and saw that it was only supported by a dry grass stem.

At this moment, the last brilliance of the setting sun shines over it. It is no longer the small flower supported by the grass stems, but a magnificent picture of the flower season. It is willing to use its last life to bloom beautifully in the grass that no one cares about. Life goes by, but persistence remains.

A flower is like this, what can’t I do as a person? Did he fall to the ground under the attack of the violent storm, or stand up straight under the oppression of wind, frost, rain and snow? No one can give you the answer. Only by grasping the direction of life and persevering will the dawn of your ideals finally come.

I have never thought of being a flower, maybe I am not, and I will not be. But I would rather learn to spend my energy - not flinching in the face of adversity, even death. For me, ideal is leaving home, and pain is training. There are always some unusual tastes in life, which may seem bitter but sweet.

Thinking of this, I wiped away my tears, picked up my smile, and walked towards the military training team...

That day, the dialogue with the flowers was also a dialogue between the soul. Today, I met a persistent flower; tomorrow, I will meet a stronger myself. Because of the composition of meeting 3

We will meet all kinds of people in this life, and the orange color is still fresh in my memory.

Several meters of sunlight danced on the windowsill, and I walked up the stairs with brisk steps. I saw such a familiar orange color around the corner.

He is a garbage collector at the school. Every day when it gets slightly brighter, he drives a garbage truck and wears orange work clothes through every corner of the campus to provide us with a clean and comfortable environment.

In the sunshine, he rolled up his orange sleeves on his arms, revealing a pair of dark and rough hands. Looking from a distance, it looks like a dead, dry and cracked old tree bark, silently telling the story of the wind and rain the old man has experienced over the years.

I used to think that collecting garbage meant putting the garbage in the trash can into garbage bags. However, have I ever thought about how those leftover porridge and leftover chewing gum don’t stick together tightly after a night of fermentation and “struggle”?

What he did next was completely unexpected. I saw him put his dark, rough hands into the black trash can, and use both hands to remove the "die-hards" bit by bit.

The patched threads on the orange sleeves danced in the sunlight with his movements, so gorgeous. Finally it was done, and the sweat and ash turned into "grey water" and slowly slid down his cheeks. But he didn't care, wiping away the sweat with his orange sleeves.

Facing the sun, he showed a bright smile. It was the most beautiful smile in the world, and it was the greatest praise for the fruits of his labor.

I have heard others tell about his experience: he was laid off a few years ago, his wife suddenly became seriously ill, and his two children were still in school. Due to livelihood constraints, he had to come to school to collect garbage, but no matter how hard life suppressed him, He, he has never lost confidence in life and always has a bright smile on his face. I think this is why others call her "Old Han".

Time flies, like an old street in a deep alley, quietly flowing into the distance accompanied by street lights at dusk. He shuttles through every corner of the school and meets many classmates and teachers.

As time goes by, many people disliked and avoided him at the beginning, but now they will take the initiative to call him "Hello grandpa" and "Hello uncle" when they see him. He would also respond to them with a smile and a wave. This is also a beautiful encounter.

Sitting in the classroom, through the window, the bright orange color loomed. I think: Time is like the green train of youth. Everyone will meet all kinds of people on the train. However, that touch of orange is the most beautiful encounter.

Because of Encounter Essay 4

There is a kind of encounter that is proactive, which requires you to take the initiative to go out and get out of your comfort zone to meet what you are looking for; there is also a kind of encounter that is passive, and you have to be surrounded by the environment. You are forced to change, and you have to be forced to encounter some new things. This encounter is also called "growth".

I have been afraid of bugs since I was a child, especially the small and squirming bugs, also known as "maggots". I saw it once on my bedroom wall, and after seeing it, I was afraid to go into my room for a year. Although the bug had been eliminated by my brother long ago, I just didn't dare to enter. It seemed as if the bug might come back to life as soon as he entered the room.

This is the week when high school returns to school after its first break. Thursday, a night like any other. I returned to the dormitory, opened the cabinet and took out a bag of milk. There seemed to be something on the milk bag. I took a closer look and was so scared that I threw the milk away and jumped one meter away from the cabinet. It was a bug! It's the kind of bugs I'm most afraid of! Why are there bugs on milk bags? Other girls in our dormitory are also afraid of bugs, but I am the most afraid. Before they noticed my strange behavior, I pushed the cabinet door as fast as I could, picked up a small corner of the milk bag, rushed out of the dormitory, ran to the trash can, and threw away the milk. I also shook my arms several times, always feeling that bugs would crawl on me. After checking for a while, I dragged my heavy steps back to the dormitory. I don't know what to do! I can't tell them that I got the bugs from my closet. Even though I'm scared too, I can't keep them awake.

I think this matter must come to an end. And, I must kill it with my own hands! I encouraged myself, took a deep breath, and opened the cabinet. The bugs were right there in that crack! Less than half a meter away from me! There are at least ten! They're all squirming! Ah, I bit my index finger to keep myself from screaming. Fortunately, the lights were out and no one could see my tears. I climbed into bed, huddled under the quilt, biting my wrist, and cried without making a sound. There were only three words in my mind: I'm scared.

My mother is more than 300 miles away from me, so it is impossible to bring in reinforcements, and my parents won’t let me in. ——You can only rely on yourself.

After school at noon the next day, I went back to the dormitory without eating - in order to get rid of the bugs. It happened that there was no one in the dormitory, so I prepared the fighting tools: toilet paper and broom. In order to strengthen myself, I also recited a sentence from Mr. Lu Xun: A true warrior dares to face the dripping blood and dares to face the bleak life. But, does this bug have blood?

In the end, I won. I successfully overcame my fear of bugs.

I met another possibility for me: I am strong, brave and not afraid of bugs. Because of Encounter Essay 5

Living in a huge country with a population of 1.4 billion, you and I can actually meet on a campus. What a great fate! It’s rare to meet someone. I am lucky, here, I met you - my instructor.

On the first night when I came to this school, I was "rushed" to the playground just after dinner, and you walked over with a loud "Adjust your military posture!" With the dim light, I secretly took a look. You are not very tall and slightly fat. You stare at us with a pair of eyes that are not angry and intimidating. You have the aura of a soldier behind you. You had to glance over, and I was so scared that I quickly looked away.

You are strict. I still remember that on the first day of military training, you asked us to stand in a military posture and express every request loudly: "Stand at attention! Stand with your feet in a splay! Hold your head and chest high!" The sun was mercilessly scorching us, and sweat kept flowing down our backs. It had to flow down, and every inch of skin felt like it was about to melt. We quietly raised our heads to wipe the sweat, but before it could be wiped off, you had to yell straight into your ears: "What are you doing? You can't stand! What are you doing to eat! Are you complaining?" The instructor said a "stick" attack, It makes us embarrassed and angry at the same time. We complain that you are so inhumane, that you have to report even if you wipe your sweat, that there is a sound when you turn, and that runners are required to be close to others.

You are responsible.

You will get up early every day and go to the dormitory to wake us up; you will train us regardless of the scorching sun or the continuous rain; you will get angry because we are not running neatly, and the slogans you shout will become hoarse day by day. We endured ruthless "torture", training and training, and thus gained a strong body and perseverance. We also won the first prize in the performance at the end of the military training.

You are so naughty. You would make trouble when other instructors were training. You would give the students in other classes the opposite commands from their instructors. You would make those students who made the wrong moves pick up the dog's tail grass in their mouths. You would even deliberately make us laugh just to add a few more. During the breaks during military training, you will joke with us and play small games together. At this time, you have crooked eyebrows and a sly smile. You will tease us naughtily. When you succeed, you will laugh loudly, like a little boy, like our big brother, playing and fooling around with us. Although the military training was short, we still established a sincere brotherhood between us.

No matter what you do, when you hear the whistle, you will immediately stand up in a military posture and face the rostrum seriously... There are too many memories about you. The military training is over and you have left, but everyone still talks about military training from time to time. Speaking of you, I really miss you. A classmate held a foxtail in his mouth and said to me: "I miss the instructor, hold a foxtail."

Today, I think of you again - I know you so well, with your wheat-colored skin and strong muscles, Round and stocky in body, strict, responsible, naughty and public. Here, I met you and became your little soldier and your brother. It was a rare encounter. Composition 6 because of meeting

As soon as I saw the composition title, a song came to my ears: "Because when I met you, everything was destined." Because meeting you made me know what self-confidence is.

You said: "Every big tree must receive sunshine, including wind and rain, to grow." Do you still remember the midterm exam in the first volume of junior high school? You are counting down to me, and I am embarrassed to say it. I envy my classmates who did better than me. I know that you have put in a lot and gained a lot. And I didn’t pay as much as you did, or it could be said that I didn’t pay at all, so where would the reward come from, right?

On this day, the teacher posted the results. I don't have to look at it at all. It must be the last one again. If you go and take a look, come over and say to me: "Are you tired of getting last every time you take an exam? Don't you work hard? How do you explain it to your parents?" "I'm sorry, I tried so hard, but it still doesn't work," I said, looking at you. You looked at me and said, "Working hard? Does your giving up halfway count as hard work? A joke." Yes, my giving up halfway counts as hard work? I laughed as I thought about it. In fact, what I want to say to you is "If others can do it, you can do it too." If others can do it, can I do it too? I doubt myself. "I know what you are thinking. Don't doubt yourself first, but have confidence in yourself." "Okay, I will study hard from now on, and you will be responsible for supervising me." He patted your shoulder and said.

I made a plan for what I was going to do for the day. When you know it, you come over and say, "No, it can't be like this, it should be like this," and your finger is where you want me to change it. You have helped me a lot in my studies. When I ask you something I don’t understand, you answer it patiently. After I finished answering, new questions would arise. I told you what I thought of, and you told me, "It can't be like this. This won't work." After answering, he asked me if there was anything I didn’t understand, and I didn’t.

After two months, the teacher arranged an exam. You came over and said, "You have to work hard for this exam and try your best." "Okay, I will live up to your expectations," I said. Your encouragement makes me confident.

After finishing the test paper, I checked it over and over again. After handing in the paper, I was reluctant to give it to the teacher, for fear that something would be wrong or omitted.

After the results came in, I didn’t dare to look at them. You went to take a look, and then walked towards me, with no expression on your face. You made me feel a little bit uneasy. You said: "Be mentally prepared." I thought: The worst thing is that you didn't do well in the exam. "You have a total score of 415 points and your ranking is 21st in the class," you said happily.

"You know, what you just said scared me to death." "Don't be proud after getting this result. Pride will make people fall behind. You have to keep working hard, you know?" "Okay, I will"

Meeting you taught me what self-confidence is. I am very grateful that I have met you in the past three years.

Finally, thank you! Because of the encounter essay 7

I met you in the training class a year and a half ago.

You are unfortunate. God cruelly took away your hearing when you came into this world. But you are God’s favorite. You can listen to this wonderful sound through cochlear implants. world. You are a learner, blindly exploring and familiarizing yourself with everything unfamiliar to you; you are also a teacher, but you have taught me a lot, a lot...

You taught me optimism. I still remember that there was always a smile on your face: your mouth drew a beautiful arc, your small and delicate teeth were as delicate as porcelain, and your eyes narrowed into a slit when you smiled... With you by my side, I I will always smile involuntarily and bloom with you like a flower. I still remember that when you were playing, the cochlea suddenly fell off, which scared me and I was helpless. Although I have never experienced a silent world, I can still imagine the loneliness in silence. I am afraid that you will cry like other children, and that you will feel confused. But, you didn't. You just put your cochlea back on calmly, and happily jumped into my arms again. At that moment, I saw your optimism. Because I met you, I learned to be optimistic.

You taught me to share. When we first met, I was afraid that you would reject me, so I brought you some small gifts. After getting the gift, your smile was so bright. From that day on, maybe because I felt the joy of receiving the gift, I discovered that you always carry two snacks and two toys in your backpack. You always huddle lazily in my arms, with a cunning light shining in your black jewel-like eyes, asking me to help you get snacks from your backpack. I will rub your head, help you tear open the wrapping paper, and feed it to your mouth. But you always only eat half of it, and hold the rest in your hands, imitating my way, and hand it back to my mouth. You were satisfied when you saw me swallowing the food you prepared. You giggled, clapped your little hands and shook your calves. If I act a little more exaggerated and look like I am enjoying it extremely, you will want to step on my legs and stand on a high place to announce the good news to your teacher. Seeing the joy that comes from your heart, I gradually understand the joy of sharing. Because I met you, I learned to share.

Later, you left our course and went to an ordinary kindergarten. I am happy and sad at the same time. It's sad that the interactions between you and me will be reduced from now on, but I'm happy for your recovery. Because I met you, the ups and downs in life become clearer.

Life becomes beautiful because of various encounters. It is you who warms me with your sunny heart; it is you who washes away the stains in my life with your innocence. Because of meeting you, life has become more colorful; because of meeting you, the principles of life have been revisited by me again; because of meeting you, I have learned many, many... Composition 8 because of meeting

Sports all in one I only need clothes, a pair of football shoes, and a baseball cap. I am an introvert who doesn’t like to communicate with others. I always like to find a random place to sit in a quiet "daze".

Sitting on a bench in the garden, through the gap between the trees, I saw an old grandfather on crutches and an old woman sitting in a wheelchair. The grandfather’s hands holding the wheelchair were trembling slightly. Walking slightly tremblingly, the moment he passed by me, I saw that the chair was about to slide off. I instinctively stepped forward quickly to hold the wheelchair and fix it. He said a gentle farewell to the old man, sat back in his seat, put on his headphones, stared at the phone, and returned to his own world.

The old man slowly moved to the bench, put down his crutches, and slowly sat down side by side on the bench. I always felt a little uncomfortable, so I leaned to the edge of the chair. The grandpa saw through my mind and said: "My child, do you think I am so scary? The grandpa leaned towards me again."

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"Ah, no." I didn't dare to look at him. He kept his head lowered, and his broken hair covered my eyes that I didn't know where to look. I'm not good at dealing with strangers.

"Child, why do you like to come to such a quiet place. "He was not angry at all because of my impolite behavior. Instead, he looked at me gently. I gradually raised my head and was no longer afraid to communicate with him.

Look at the many and dense flowers. They always like to face the sun, and they don't grow well in dark places. The old man looked at me kindly, and I was a little stunned by what he said.

I can do whatever you want. Knowing that he came to see me, he looked at my face solemnly, pretending to be thinking, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

"I think it's good to be alone. "I smiled shyly. Looking at the old but naughty old man, I felt a sense of intimacy.

The old man straightened his body and said: "You like quietness, this is not right. It prevents you from opening your heart and being friendly to others. A person will always be "cold" and "dark" alone. Don't sit in the dark. The world is so big, you can walk more. This place is more suitable for us old men. Yeah, it's getting late. I'll leave first. "As I said that, I pushed the wheelchair away tremblingly.

The sunshine at four o'clock in the afternoon shone on my face, hands, and clothes, and it was itchy and numb. Everything became quiet again, and I I continued to sit alone on the stool in a daze, and the old man's words echoed in my ears from time to time. Maybe I should learn to open my heart and communicate with others. Maybe I should learn to stand in the sun and accept these concerns. Maybe turn on the lights when it is dark. Necessary, maybe... I should change.

"Qier" Li Meng (one of my few friends) came over and called me.

"Here he comes. "I smiled and passed immediately.

Perhaps, a person is very quiet, but too deserted. Because of the essay I met 9

During the past few days of the trip to Diggang What I feel most deeply is that the cultural atmosphere in Diggang is very strong. Everyone is willing to learn and everyone loves to learn. According to statistics, the permanent population of Diggang Village is about 3,600, and there are 700 people over the age of 60. There are many people, and the knowledge and cultural level of these elderly people is not low. Among the elderly people we interviewed, they are all good at writing, and most of them subscribe to the Huzhou Evening News to keep abreast of the facts and developments. To be honest, I was very surprised by these survey results. In addition, we also learned that there is a centuries-old Seikawa Shushu School in the small village of Ogiang, which has produced hundreds of historical celebrities. This has to make me sigh. The importance of the development of Diggang culture is also amazing.

The development of a village, a city, or even a country is inseparable from the inheritance of culture and the spread of knowledge. We often emphasize that. To develop the country's soft power and become a cultural power, we must attach great importance to the role of education. Ogiang has attached great importance to education a long time ago and has developed very well. The establishment and inheritance of book schools are now Ogiang. The prerequisite and foundation for the people's high cultural level. At the same time, the school not only imparts knowledge, but also teaches how to behave. It can be said that the quality of a person reflects the education of a family, and the quality of a group of people may reflect the strength of a country. He said that we should develop quality education and advocate improving the overall quality of the people.

Today I saw a picture hanging on the wall in a store. The boss said it was his own idea and wrote it down and hung it on the wall. Use it to alert yourself at all times:

People should be careful: make friends with people who have the right principles, and don’t make friends with others; drink the tea of ??tranquility, and avoid the wine of flowers; open the door of convenience and avoid right and wrong. Don't trust people who are dishonest. Don't trust people who don't respect their parents' teachings. People who don't respect the elderly should not be ignored. People whose origins are unknown should not be left behind. . A gentleman must remember.

While listening to my grandfather’s explanation, I reflected on my behavior. Did I do it? Why didn’t I think of it? , either because of insufficient experience or insufficient education.

I gained a lot from my trip to Diggang and benefited a lot. The importance that the people of Diggang attach to cultural heritage is worthy of our respect and learning. Grandpa Pan who silently adheres to the Yiyuan Tea House, Grandpa Zhang who inscribes self-alertness in the shop, Master Fei who inherits the ancient barrel hoop technology in the carpentry shop, etc. They are all using their own ways to pass on the traditional Chinese culture. What we need to do is to publicize it, let more people know about it, and call on more people to protect the inheritance.

To improve the quality of the people, we start from inheriting China’s excellent traditional culture and from protecting Diggang. Because I met them Essay 10

I feel that I am very lucky to have met them in this world. At the beginning, I felt that there was a girl in the class who played well with me, and I felt that I had found the right person. I have been playing with him since the first grade of junior high school. By the second grade of junior high school, I have now finished accounting. Maybe we will play until the third grade of junior high school but we will never treat each other sincerely. In the past, I always felt that the two of us played the best. I don't talk to other people. I won't say I tell you everything about myself, but I trust him a lot. But in the second semester of the second grade of junior high school, I found that this was not the case. But I'm so happy that I finally found the person I missed meeting for so long.

In the first semester of our first year of junior high school, we were seated at the same table at the beginning of school. Her grades were pretty good at that time. The teacher didn’t know anyone at the time, so he chose her to be the class monitor. We worked together for a month at the beginning, and at that time he was the first person I met. But I don't know why I don't like him but he doesn't cause any trouble in the class. A month later, I didn’t think that my third uncle had been rearranged. I didn't choose to do it with him, but I didn't want him to do it with me. He thought of another location. She kept looking at me without resentment. I was asking why I didn’t leave a place for him.

Later, he also played very well with a girl in our class. Oh, I don’t want to have anything to do with either of them, I don’t think it’s necessary. And later on, his grades dropped drastically because he didn't want to study at all. Since I feel there is no need to make friends with this kind of person. And we just met by chance and smiled. I just waited until the second semester of the second grade of junior high school to say hello, which is this semester. I don't know what happened, but he got into trouble with that girl and suddenly got into a room. I found that the two of us got along very well and had a great rapport. How come our relationship is slowly getting closer and closer. And he has always regretted that he didn't meet me earlier. Then I feel really regretful why I didn't find her earlier. The two of us missed each other for two years. It took two years for us to meet each other and truly meet each other.

According to the words from his hometown, he is a messy person, but I don’t mess around. But I can help him solve all the problems. I can stand behind him and tell him that you can move forward boldly. I will remove all obstacles for you behind your back. It is true that I am very smart and considerate. I will understand everyone who is not good for us, and I will help him remove all obstacles. I always advised him to study, but he said he couldn't study anymore. After all, two years have been missed. If you don’t study at such a critical time, you won’t be able to learn well later. So I didn’t keep forcing him to learn. Just keep telling her the importance of learning.

Because I met you, I found the best version of myself.