You are my most beautiful writer.

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. I believe many friends are very upset about writing compositions. This is the essay that I arranged for you. You are my most beautiful prose (9 selected essays). Welcome everyone to learn from and refer to. I hope it helps you.

You are my most beautiful composition 1 The leaves fall when the wind blows. In a trance, I seem to see you again-my most beautiful meeting.

"The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening." My favorite is autumn after a light rain. Strolling in the flower fields cultivated by grandpa, you can see colorful flowers, which are crystal clear under the sunlight. Yes! On National Day, flowers are in full bloom. Grandpa is really a flower farmer.

The setting sun, taking advantage of the east wind, sprinkled tiny sunlight on the fingertips. The peaceful and harmonious scene in the evening, like a small splash-ink painting, hangs in the distant horizon. But I didn't laugh at all: the National Day in October seems to be just a wake-up call for pre-war preparations. In a few days, we will have our first monthly exam after entering junior high school. Ask yourself, you are a little scared: are you ready and confident to show yourself on this strange stage? Do you have the strength and confidence to meet the social scrutiny of yourself again? The answer in my heart is obviously indecision. ...

After all, he is a man of culture. Grandpa looked at me with a lot on his mind. Instead of persuading me, he pulled me into his greenhouse. Breathing the humid air in the shed, I was shocked by what I saw: I saw the broken branches of pink roses transferred by my grandfather from a foreign flower farm a few months ago. They had washed their faces and regenerated clusters of flower bones at the broken branches. Although it is not yet open, the crumbling drum bud has proudly shown me indomitable life, and the trend of about to bloom has informed me of the youth of life.

I froze. Grandpa preached, "roses bloom and forge ahead." The efforts to grow up in the wound made it blossom brilliantly. Isn't life the same? The older generation has the dream of the older generation, and the younger generation has the pursuit of the younger generation. How can we show it on the stage of the times without suffering and action? Son, you have grown up and have your own pursuit. Go up when you are ready! One day, you will shine in front of the whole world! "

I smiled and became more determined, and the answer in my heart was also vividly portrayed. Yes, Ross! You made me understand the fearless law of adversity growth; You made people realize the true meaning of life! It is your diligent figure that taught me to be strong and unyielding; It is the strength of your wound that makes me understand the hard work and progress!

Peach blossoms wither in spring, which is too hasty. In a flash, the fleeting past will be sealed in my heart. But I will never forget you, Rose, because-you are my most beautiful meeting!

You are my most beautiful writer. 2. Standing under the tree, I hold the osmanthus fragrance of that tree. You are my most beautiful encounter ...

When I first entered middle school, my studies became heavy and I was in a strange new environment. I am most worried about learning broadcast gymnastics! The school stipulates that a broadcast gymnastics competition will be held at the end of September, so every physical education teacher tries his best to teach students to do exercises. However, gymnastics is not easy. Fast pace, difficult movements and complicated sequences are like a mountain to me, which makes me helpless and stop. Gradually, I lost confidence in learning exercises. I didn't listen carefully to the teacher's movements in class and didn't learn well. Soon, after the practice is finished, almost everyone can do every action in a standard way, but I can only stand by and watch others do it.

On the way back to class during the big break, a strong fragrance broke into my nose and captured my heart like a besieged city. Turned around in surprise, ah, osmanthus blossoms! More than a dozen osmanthus flowers bloom on the trees, like stars falling on the green beach. Yellow petals are very thin, like cicada wings and baby's skin, as if blown to pieces. They are holding handfuls of yellow umbrellas and green skirts. Above Ling Bo, it is graceful and shining in the sun. It is a pity that they stand on tiptoe, pout and blow incense hard.

I picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus that fell to the ground, gently brushed the dust off it and put it under my nose, but I was surprised that I couldn't smell any flowers! I picked up another one and sniffed it hard, but I still didn't smell much incense. I froze and stood under the osmanthus tree for a long time.

Suddenly, I woke up like a dream and suddenly realized.

Each flower can only give off a small fragrance, but when many flowers gather together, the whole tree will be soaked with fragrance. And every flower has done its best, emitting fragrance and adding luster to the collective. People are the same. Everyone sticks to their posts, does what they should do, and strives to make the collective better!

I smiled. During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I studied hard on radio practice, and finally I was able to do it completely!

A osmanthus tree is my most beautiful encounter and has become the most beautiful scenery in my heart. ...

You are my most beautiful writer. During the National Day holiday, I was faced with a lot of homework, which should be because of the upcoming monthly exam. I seem to be walking on a road with no end and no direction. Here, I feel dizzy and at a loss. Can I only struggle at a loss on this road?

On a moonlit night, the moon rose to the center of the sky, and I was still seeking truth in the mountains where I was working. At this time, I blushed and was impatient. I had to think about a simple topic for a long time.

Seeing that I was so impatient, my mother said to me, "Let's call it a day, do it tomorrow, wash my face, and then go to the yard."

I quickly finished a series of actions, rubbed my eyes through the faint corridor and came to the yard. Suddenly, a touch of white caught my eye. First I was stunned, and then I couldn't help being surprised!

Mom also came: "Look, this is a epiphyllum-"

Flowers as white as snow bloom on handsome branches, with bright green leaves, half wrapped in beautiful epiphyllum, as if covered with a layer of green clothes, more beautiful.

The flowers are delicate and charming, and every gap is a ripple of water drops, which is more rounded. The full epiphyllum blooms, and the pale yellow buds are particularly beautiful against the green leaves. They are so graceful, elegant and moving, like lovely girls, chatting in groups of three or five, all showing their unique style.

I'm drunk. The bright moon is accompanied by flowers, and the flowers are collected bit by bit. Finally, only the bud was left, sleeping quietly and motionless.

Mom said, "A flash in the pan, just for the glory of that moment?"

I nodded.

"That's all wet. Not just for a moment. Take life as an example. If you get a perfect score in the exam, that moment is enough for people to remember, but how much sweat there is in this perfect score! Therefore, you must understand that if you want to succeed, you have to work hard. Success is bred in the branches of diligence, and failure withers in the hotbed of laziness. "

I'm relieved. The next day, I was full of energy, clenched my fists and made up my mind to succeed.

In the most beautiful years, Epiphyllum, you are my most beautiful encounter!

You are my most beautiful encounter. Life is everywhere. When the clouds meet the wind, there will be rain. When heaven and earth meet, there is a world. When people meet, there is life. And you are my most beautiful meeting.

The mountains in the distance are picturesque, and the flower fields nearby are as golden as gold.

Walking alone in a quiet field, I feel annoyed and lost. Is this really all I can do? Sigh and say nothing. Suddenly, when I looked up, I met golden eyes. So it's you-sunflower.

Large tracts of sunflower fields! A golden yellow, shining in the sun. The golden disc is always held high, facing the sun. The flower pole will always stand upright, much like a soldier on guard. Hundreds of sunflowers gather together, and the extraordinary breath between the eyebrows condenses into a river. What flows is joy, hope and dreams! Shouldn't I be as tenacious, brave and confident as this sunflower?

I remember listening to grandma say that this is a wasteland full of weeds. Then how did this sunflower grow? How did it flourish? I seem to see a young flower seedling trying to absorb every inch of sunshine and every drop of rain and dew. How many stormy nights, they are broken and alive, and the longer they live; How many dry seasons, they withered and gave birth, and they gave birth to green again; How many times I wanted to give up, but I gritted my teeth and persisted ... how much tempering and suffering made my eyes full of vitality! I was shocked, and the encounter with sunflower made me understand unyielding and tenacious. Looking up, my eyes met the sunflower again. Maybe this is the most beautiful meeting!

Ah! That rich sunflower; Sunflowers burning with passion; That tells me in the long night that the sun is looking up and illuminating my heart! At that moment, I seemed to be the most ordinary sunflower, but I became extraordinary because of this most beautiful encounter!

If the heart is sunny, why worry about sadness, sunflower has no regrets!

You are my most beautiful encounter. The wind of air conditioning blew away the sultry summer, but it could not dispel the boredom in my heart. Contradictory psychology constantly impacts sensitive nerves and makes me fidget at my desk. I put down my pen and lay on the bed, relaxing my tight body at will.

My grades have plummeted, but I can't go up. There are countless homework piles around me, and my mind is full of "exercises". I glanced at piles of exercise books in disgust, and I felt unspeakable injustice in my heart:

I used to get high marks without doing these questions; However, after entering the second day of junior high school, this phenomenon no longer exists, and it is replaced by setbacks and quarrels again and again. A glance at the idiom dictionary should be regarded as "the exhaustion of Jiang Lang".

"It's not good to blow too much air conditioning." I thought to myself. Feeling depressed, I walked in my yard and met flowers all over the yard. This is in midsummer, but these flowers may be varied and brightly colored. Pick up the kettle and spray some water on them. The flowers are swaying slightly, which makes people fondle them.

Most of the flowers bought by parents are yellow and pink, which are very beautiful. It's just that I met a bunch of red in this yellow powder, which is very conspicuous.

When I got closer, it turned out to be a bunch of roses. The petals are bright and full, and the fragrance is overflowing and intoxicating.

I reached out to pick one, but I let out a scream and cut my finger on the thorn on the stem. Deep red blood slowly flowed out and dripped on the bright red petals. I wanted to complain a few words, but suddenly I remembered something.

If you want to pick bright roses, your fingers will be attacked by thorns. If you can bear the pain of bleeding, the rose will be picked by you and given to you with its fragrance; But if you love your hand and don't want to bear the pain you should bear to get the rose, the rose will still sway in the flowers, still in your eyes, but never in your hands.

The same is true of learning. If you only dream and don't work hard, you won't make progress. Even if you rely on cleverness, you can't make progress for a long time. I am so lucky to study. How can we not regress and be troubled by the so-called "ambivalence"? This is a joke.

Back in the study, the desk seems to have been taken care of. That neat pile of exercises is not thick. I smiled, opened my eyes and began to do the problem. Thank you, Rose. This most beautiful meeting has helped me out of my predicament and become suddenly enlightened.

You are my most beautiful writer. In the afternoon, the sun shines gently on my face through the dense branches. The clouds in the sky also gradually dispersed, like a mass of paint accidentally falling into the water.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, you can't hide your gloomy mood. I have been in junior high school for a month, but I still can't adapt. After repeated failures in practice, I can't seem to find my former self-confidence.

Father is also anxious, and the first monthly exam is coming. If I keep this attitude, the grade ranking will definitely be ugly.

Taking advantage of this National Day, my father took me to several old houses behind the community, saying it was fun. I wonder: why do you want to go to such a shabby place to play?

But after going, I was shocked. Those old houses became the "Wizard of Oz" in fairy tales. Their walls are covered with something-Parthenocissus tricuspidata!

Overwhelming green surrounds the whole building, showing their vitality against the background of blue sky and green space. They are all climbing without hesitation, no matter how difficult it is, they never flinch. What accompanied them was only a silent building. How boring their life is, but they never give up and grow up silently in silence, giving people a kind of strength and urging people to work hard.

Perhaps, before this, they experienced painful torture again and again, wind and sun, rain and rain. They didn't get sunburned in midsummer, and they didn't freeze to death in midwinter. Although life is so hard, they survived tenaciously and formed their own unique scenery.

The environment we live in is far better than that of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. What does failure mean? You should stand up like a reptile and move on. "Seven Wonders" once praised Parthenocissus tricuspidata "Don't condescend to climb in front of others, only climb sincerely", so should we. One setback can't swallow the confidence of life, keep working hard and create a more brilliant self tomorrow.

Parthenocissus, you are my most beautiful encounter.

You are my most beautiful meeting composition for 7 nights, which is already deep. I put aside the dazzling neon lights in the city, studied the depression of life, accompanied by a bright moon in the sky, and came to the countryside to wash my impetuousness and explore the most beautiful encounter.

The light blue night light overflows the fields, and you can see the twinkling stars and moons when you look up. A few wisps of breeze, I don't know where it came from, and I don't know where to go. It penetrates the body and mind and brings coolness. My ears are full of cicadas and frogs, just like dreaming.

I walked quietly by the river, listening to the unique voice of midsummer. Suddenly, some green light flashed through my eyes. What is that? A few rice-sized bugs are hovering around their ears, flashing a little green light, which is very beautiful. Is this the firefly in the mouth of the elders? In the countryside, you can actually see their graceful figures.

I stared at it intently, how wonderful and lovely these green-shining bugs are against the summer night! Cold light can be so cute! Small insects, up and down, left and right, a gust of wind suddenly dispersed, and a gust of wind gathered again. They are not self-abased, afraid or lonely. They used up all their life's strength, stubbornly placed bundles of small torches and tried to illuminate the way forward!

Gradually, I was shocked by their stubborn beauty, deeply shocked ...

Firefly, compared with other insects, your wings are thinner, your body is petite, your legs and feet are thinner, but behind you is pulling a small lantern that accounts for half of your body, in order to be unwilling to be ordinary, to illuminate the way forward, and to make life full of light!

Yes, isn't that a philosophy of life? Life is endless and radiant! This is the most beautiful meeting!

Staring at the fluorescent lamp in front of you, look back at how ordinary you used to be. But should I be content with the ordinary? Don't! A small firefly is not as bright as the moon in the sky, but it embodies my persistence, courage and firmness, and my extraordinary self-confidence!

Night is still night, cicadas are still ringing in my ears, fireflies are still flashing, but this most beautiful encounter makes me unforgettable. ...

Although fireflies are weak, they dazzle summer nights;

Although life is long, it also needs fireflies;

Firefly, you are my most beautiful meeting!

You are my most beautiful composition. A cup of turbid wine after noon, fragrant flowers and wet rain.

—— Wang Zengqi

Early summer is approaching, the rain has been falling, the sky is getting dark, and my heart is not impetuous. I don't know if my future will be as gloomy as this sky, and I don't know how to stick to my dreams.

My mother advised me to stick to it, believing that hard work would definitely bring success, but my eyes became more and more confused. In desperation, I went out of the house, trying to let the pure rain wash away the dust in my heart, but my eyes were not free.

It was raining lightly, and suddenly a touch of white alarmed my eyes, like snow.

I met you, a pure woody plant.

The mended branches hang down, and compact flowers bloom among the green jade leaves. Every petal moves with the charm of people. It is poetic, picturesque and full of sadness, mixed with the freshness of flowers and the fragrance of earth, which is intoxicating and unforgettable.

Light rain has turned into a rain curtain in your branches and leaves. In the fragrance of flowers, my heart was not calm, and I began to discover the meaning of dreams. I wonder why you are quietly blooming in this late spring when the spring red has faded. No color is beautiful and no flower is beautiful. When trees are struggling to grow, people are smiling at the sunshine, and cherry blossoms are dancing, you know that pure white snow is your beauty. You may have dreamed of dancing butterflies and watched the dance be sealed; You may have dreamed that birds are singing in the branches and dragonflies are dancing in the flowers. However, only after experiencing the exposure in summer, the bleak in autumn and the cold in winter can thousands of white flowers bloom wantonly overnight.

Your white purity is my most beautiful encounter.

It hasn't rained yet. I look at your whiteness, which is eternal whiteness and the charm of patience. There are a few flowers in this world that can bloom quietly like you, even if they are not appreciated, they only bloom quietly in the dark, but when the rain clears and the sun shines on the earth, you will be safe.

Your persistence and patience are my most beautiful encounters.

It's sunny, and your figure is still in sight. I will never forget it. You greet the clear sky with the strongest enthusiasm and the best expectation of life, take the rainbow as a bridge and control the sunrise without stint.

Choosing heaven and earth as a note and twisting the years as a pen, your persistence in ideals is my most beautiful encounter.

Your character brushed away the impetuousness and dust in my heart, but disappeared without a trace. But so what, that woody tree in the rain is the most beautiful encounter in my life.

Just visible to go home, silently thinking, next spring, when the rain comes again, I will definitely look for you, my most beautiful meeting.

You are my most beautiful meeting. 9 In the wilderness of time, there is neither morning nor night. This is fate. -Zhang Ailing

In the morning, I opened my eyes slightly, and a ray of light lit up countless tiny dust in front of me, looking at you outside the window-that was my most beautiful encounter.

When we first met, at that time.

In a cloudy sky, occasionally a ray of light passes through. How many days, I started from home, then went to school, and then went home. The dark sky has been hanging over me, dragging my tired body. Every day's test paper is like an endless layer of white gauze in front of your eyes, covering everything, leaving only white and colorless white. White drives me, illusion drives me.

Occasionally, a wisp of wind blows away a corner of the white yarn. Naturally, that thick touch of green bumped into my heart and made my eyes ripple-it was an ivy that tripped me.

When I got home at night, I dragged my tired body and pushed my bike on that road as usual. Suddenly my foot tripped, my brain went blank, and I threw myself into the embrace of the earth without any warmth. Only the pain from the palm of my hand made me gasp, and my bike fell to the side of the road. Looking back angrily, I saw an ivy lying quietly and innocently on the ground. The evening breeze blew, and the leaves moved and spoiled. I was helpless, propped up, pushed up my bike and left.

In the morning, the crescent moon is still looming, but I have embarked on a journey to school. Here we go again. It tripped over my ivy last night. Today, if you look at it carefully, it grows so luxuriantly. Looking for the branch, I found its root. A surprise rose at the bottom of my heart like smoke from the kitchen stove and gradually spread throughout my body. Half the branches died in this dark corner. But its other half is still growing desperately, towards the sun, towards the rain and dew, towards life.

Oh, this cold green!

I suddenly realized that what I lacked was the courage to fight like an ivy. For the dream, for the power of the future, perhaps, after studying for so long and being bored for so long, I have never found my goal and tried to bloom my beautiful things. Nietzsche also said: "Life is not to be spent, but to bloom." And the so-called youth, is not crazy to run, fall, get up and run and fall?

Ivy, you are the most beautiful meeting I have ever met.