A composition about strangers.

1 I remember my mother warned me when I was a child: "If a stranger comes to pick you up from school and claims to be my parents' colleague or friend, you must never go with him. You know, those are bad people who kidnap children! " I nodded seriously and kept it in mind.

When I was a child, I saw such a thing on TV. My mother told me before, but I should ask the TV to "kidnap" a seven-or eight-year-old primary school student walking alone with a heavy schoolbag. Suddenly, he was stopped by a black man wearing sunglasses, forced into a black car and roared away. Strangers, blacks, kidnapping ... that's all I understood about strangers when I was a child. However, when did the tone of strangers gradually change in their hearts?

I can't remember when I first met him. Maybe I started to notice him after I met him at around 7: 00 a.m. 15 for several days. This boy is tall and thin, with long and narrow eyeliner, deep eyes, straight nose, thin lips and sometimes white teeth. The bangs are very long and sometimes cover the right eye. I like wearing a loose T-shirt, carrying a slung schoolbag, putting my hands in my pockets and silently passing me by. I have to admit that he is impeccable in temperament and appearance. I remember getting up late once, and I didn't meet him on my way to school, but I also got lost inexplicably. So I began to set the alarm clock to let myself go out on time and realize our "meeting" once a day. We passed by calmly on the surface, but at the moment when we passed by, it seemed that a weak current passed through our hearts, which made our heart beat faster. Judging from the way he walks, I think he is a silent and introverted boy with long and powerful arms. He should be an excellent basketball player. We go to schools in the opposite direction. Which school does he go to? If you take a bus at the previous stop, it should be No.7 Middle School, right? In this way, I carefully guessed everything about him according to some details when I met him every day.

It rained today. He took a blue plaid umbrella, which was very nice.

Today, he wore a pair of limited edition Nike sneakers, which were very expensive.

Today, I think his bangs are very long and cover his eyes, which is not good for his eyesight.

In this way, I pass by as a stranger every day, without dialogue or words, as if it were a tacit understanding, a habit and a law. A few months later, the second half of the semester ended. School started, and we never met on the road again. Maybe, we went to college? This is also my last guess about him.

People with zero intersection will always be strangers, which I have long expected. From then on, every day on this path, a girl walks to school with a bag on her back and bread in her mouth. A bright red morning sun is ahead, dyeing the strangers in my heart red.

Since the school moved into the new campus, my home has been far away from the school. It takes about 50 minutes to walk from home to school, so I commute between school and home by bus every day.

Every morning or at noon when I go to school, I always walk to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, where I wait for the bus that goes straight to school. Usually, I wait there for about 5 minutes when a bus comes. Every day when waiting for the bus there, you will see a man in his fifties, sometimes sitting on the steps at the gate of ICBC, sometimes standing with a black wallet tied around his waist and a slightly worn black hat on his head. Maybe he stayed by the roadside for a long time. His hat is always covered with thick dust. He is always like that when I see him every day. I never know what he does and why he stays here every day. It wasn't until I saw a bus stop next to him that the driver took out a 5 yuan dollar bill and exchanged it for five coins. It dawned on me that he should be an employee employed by the bus stop and give change to coin-operated buses and passengers at the ICBC station.

Once I went to school at noon, I arrived at ICBC early at one o'clock to wait for the bus. After waiting for more than ten minutes, no bus came, and more and more students were waiting there slowly. I waited for more than ten minutes, but no bus came. Everyone is impatient. Why didn't the bus come today? Some students were impatient, so they swore and cursed the driver for an accident. Seeing that we were impatient, the employee in charge of change came over and explained, "all the cars went there to refuel today." Diesel is very tight now, and some cars still can't refuel. Wait a little longer, there will be a car coming. " With these words, he also looked around the roadside, revealing the look of expectation. After about 5 minutes, a bus came from the south gate. Everyone was excited to see the car shadow and finally arrived. But the car drove past to Bohu. After a burst of happiness, everyone fell into greater disappointment. At this time, the employee walked over and stopped the car, just in time to catch up with no other passengers except the driver and conductor. He told the driver to be diverted to a high-quality high school before going to Bohu. The driver disagreed after listening. He was worried that the boss would find him in trouble when he knew it. The employee said, "It doesn't matter, you go, I'll take care of everything." After chatting like this for a while, the driver agreed. At this time, we happily got on the bus and finally sent us to school in time.

In the car, I thought to myself, I really want to thank this unknown employee today. I think his position in the bus company may not be as good as that of an ordinary driver, but in order to get to school on time, he took the initiative to take care of things that should not be taken care of and dared to take responsibility at the risk of violating company regulations, which really made me admire.

When people hear the word stranger, all kinds of associations will come to mind, perhaps liars, thieves, murderers and so on. Before the first trip, my parents warned me not to talk to strangers casually, and to ask someone in uniform for anything. In fact, people in uniform are strangers, just wearing a dress recognized by the public, which distinguishes them from strangers. But what if they are wolves in sheep's clothing?

I was nervous when I took the train for the first time that year. I looked around warily with my bag in my hand. But when we look around carefully, everyone is busy, many people are already taking a nap, and no one pays attention to me as an inconspicuous "stranger". Yes, most people in the whole carriage don't know each other. This is a world of strangers. Gradually, I relaxed and began to sleep, but my hand was still holding the bag.

Suddenly the person next to me woke me up and gave me a fright. It turns out that he needs to go to the toilet, so let me watch his bag. I nodded and promised him. After that, I started talking, because I was a stranger, and I only talked about some trivial things to avoid going deep. Actually, it's because I'm very stiff when I first come out to talk to strangers.

Time can eliminate barriers and make strangers no longer strangers. The atmosphere in the carriage is much more active than at first. Everyone was talking to the people next to them, and from time to time there was a burst of hearty laughter.

I'm not as stiff as I started. It was so hot that I simply put my bag under my seat and took out some food to share with my neighbors. We ate and talked, rambled and talked about everything, and some jokes from time to time made me feel very happy. At this time, I feel that my parents are worried too much and the outside world is not so chaotic. Why should I keep everyone away from strangers? Isn't it true that people don't know each other, don't know each other, and don't become bosom friends?

The train arrived and I said goodbye to my neighbor. But I finally found out that I never asked his name. As the passengers who got off the bus walked to the platform and came to the exit, they remembered that someone had arranged to meet me. I patted my head and found it hard to find a familiar face in the sea of strangers! But the person who picked me up turned out to be an entrusted stranger (he held up a sign with my name written on it for me to find), because we both knew each other, so the strangeness between us was dispelled a lot at once.

Strangers are not always strangers. Sometimes they will become friends and even people we are familiar with. It all started with strangeness and ended with strangeness. This may be an unavoidable topic after we enter the society. I remember when I was a child, my mother warned me: "If a stranger picks you up after school and claims to be my parents' colleague or friend, you must never go with him. You know, those are bad people who kidnap children! " I nodded seriously and kept it in mind.

When I was a child, I saw such a thing on TV. My mother told me before, but I should ask the TV to "kidnap" a seven-or eight-year-old primary school student walking alone with a heavy schoolbag. Suddenly, he was stopped by a black man wearing sunglasses, forced into a black car and roared away. Strangers, blacks, kidnapping ... that's all I understood about strangers when I was a child. However, when did the tone of strangers gradually change in their hearts?

I can't remember when I first met him. Maybe I started to notice him after I met him at around 7: 00 a.m. 15 for several days. This boy is tall and thin, with long and narrow eyeliner, deep eyes, straight nose, thin lips and sometimes white teeth. The bangs are very long and sometimes cover the right eye. I like wearing a loose T-shirt, carrying a slung schoolbag, putting my hands in my pockets and silently passing me by. I have to admit that he is impeccable in temperament and appearance. I remember getting up late once, and I didn't meet him on my way to school, but I also got lost inexplicably. So I began to set the alarm clock to let myself go out on time and realize our "meeting" once a day. We passed by calmly on the surface, but at the moment when we passed by, it seemed that a weak current passed through our hearts, which made our heart beat faster. Judging from the way he walks, I think he is a silent and introverted boy with long and powerful arms. He should be an excellent basketball player. We go to schools in the opposite direction. Which school does he go to? If you take a bus at the previous stop, it should be No.7 Middle School, right? In this way, I carefully guessed everything about him according to some details when I met him every day.

It rained today. He took a blue plaid umbrella, which was very nice.

Today, he wore a pair of limited edition Nike sneakers, which were very expensive.

Today, I think his bangs are very long and cover his eyes, which is not good for his eyesight.

In this way, I pass by as a stranger every day, without dialogue or words, as if it were a tacit understanding, a habit and a law. A few months later, the second half of the semester ended. School started, and we never met on the road again. Maybe, we went to college? This is also my last guess about him.

People with zero intersection will always be strangers, which I have long expected. From then on, every day on this path, a girl walks to school with a bag on her back and bread in her mouth. A bright red morning sun is ahead, dyeing the strangers in my heart red.

The commentary truly describes the subtle psychology of boys and girls' love for the opposite sex in adolescence. Both the attraction of appearance and the exploration and concern for the other half of the world, especially the daily changes of each other's decorations and objects, can arouse small ripples in their hearts. It can't be said that this is not a beautiful emotion, and it is easy to produce psychological characteristics that conform to human nature at a special age. Both the beginning and the end can produce a contrast effect, which sets off and strengthens the "encounter" on the way to school.

2. Strangers

Qi Ronghui, senior three (17) class in middle school.

Since the school moved into the new campus, my home has been far away from the school. It takes about 50 minutes to walk from home to school, so I commute between school and home by bus every day.

Every morning or at noon when I go to school, I always walk to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, where I wait for the bus that goes straight to school. Usually, I wait there for about 5 minutes when a bus comes. Every day when waiting for the bus there, you will see a man in his fifties, sometimes sitting on the steps at the gate of ICBC, sometimes standing with a black wallet tied around his waist and a slightly worn black hat on his head. Maybe he stayed by the roadside for a long time. His hat is always covered with thick dust. He is always like that when I see him every day. I never know what he does and why he stays here every day. It wasn't until I saw a bus stop next to him that the driver took out a 5 yuan dollar bill and exchanged it for five coins. It dawned on me that he should be an employee employed by the bus stop and give change to coin-operated buses and passengers at the ICBC station.

Once I went to school at noon, I arrived at ICBC early at one o'clock to wait for the bus. After waiting for more than ten minutes, no bus came, and more and more students were waiting there slowly. I waited for more than ten minutes, but no bus came. Everyone is impatient. Why didn't the bus come today? Some students were impatient, so they swore and cursed the driver for an accident. Seeing that we were impatient, the employee in charge of change came over and explained, "all the cars went there to refuel today." Diesel is very tight now, and some cars still can't refuel. Wait a little longer, there will be a car coming. " With these words, he also looked around the roadside, revealing the look of expectation. After about 5 minutes, a bus came from the south gate. Everyone was excited to see the car shadow and finally arrived. But the car drove past to Bohu. After a burst of happiness, everyone fell into greater disappointment. At this time, the employee walked over and stopped the car, just in time to catch up with no other passengers except the driver and conductor. He told the driver to be diverted to a high-quality high school before going to Bohu. The driver disagreed after listening. He was worried that the boss would find him in trouble when he knew it. The employee said, "It doesn't matter, you go, I'll take care of everything." After chatting like this for a while, the driver agreed. At this time, we happily got on the bus and finally sent us to school in time.

In the car, I thought to myself, I really want to thank this unknown employee today. I think his position in the bus company may not be as good as that of an ordinary driver, but in order to get to school on time, he took the initiative to take care of things that should not be taken care of and dared to take responsibility at the risk of violating company regulations, which really made me admire.

The comments meet the requirements of the topic, focusing on the professionalism and sense of responsibility of ordinary employees of a bus company. Simple appearance and decent words are all true and credible. The 50-minute journey, waiting for the bus at the gate of ICBC, the change of the terminal wave lake, the black hat, the bus coin, the rigidity of the bus driver and the mentality when waiting for the bus are all vividly written. The theme is also very positive and infectious. Down-to-earth workers are the mainstream of our society and the foundation of social development. The discussion at the end comes naturally, so stop here.

Step 3: strangers

Xing Zi Middle School Senior Three (17) Class Gold

When people hear the word stranger, all kinds of associations will come to mind, perhaps liars, thieves, murderers and so on. Before the first trip, my parents warned me not to talk to strangers casually, and to ask someone in uniform for anything. In fact, people in uniform are strangers, just wearing a dress recognized by the public, which distinguishes them from strangers. But what if they are wolves in sheep's clothing?

I was nervous when I took the train for the first time that year. I looked around warily with my bag in my hand. But when we look around carefully, everyone is busy, many people are already taking a nap, and no one pays attention to me as an inconspicuous "stranger". Yes, most people in the whole carriage don't know each other. This is a world of strangers. Gradually, I relaxed and began to sleep, but my hand was still holding the bag.

Suddenly the person next to me woke me up and gave me a fright. It turns out that he needs to go to the toilet, so let me watch his bag. I nodded and promised him. After that, I started talking, because I was a stranger, and I only talked about some trivial things to avoid going deep. Actually, it's because I'm very stiff when I first come out to talk to strangers.

Time can eliminate barriers and make strangers no longer strangers. The atmosphere in the carriage is much more active than at first. Everyone was talking to the people next to them, and from time to time there was a burst of hearty laughter.

I'm not as stiff as I started. It was so hot that I simply put my bag under my seat and took out some food to share with my neighbors. We ate and talked, rambled and talked about everything, and some jokes from time to time made me feel very happy. At this time, I feel that my parents are worried too much and the outside world is not so chaotic. Why should I keep everyone away from strangers? Isn't it true that people don't know each other, don't know each other, and don't become bosom friends?

The train arrived and I said goodbye to my neighbor. But I finally found out that I never asked his name. As the passengers who got off the bus walked to the platform and came to the exit, they remembered that someone had arranged to meet me. I patted my head and found it hard to find a familiar face in the sea of strangers! But the person who picked me up turned out to be an entrusted stranger (he held up a sign with my name written on it for me to find), because we both knew each other, so the strangeness between us was dispelled a lot at once.

Strangers are not always strangers. Sometimes they will become friends and even people we are familiar with. It all started with strangeness and ended with strangeness. This may be an unavoidable topic after we enter the society.

The commentary truly reproduces the scene when taking the train. The train carriage is really a stranger's world. We should neither trust strangers, avoid being deceived, nor stay away from any strangers. This will not only make us lose the opportunity to get help from others when we go out, but also make some special life experiences extremely dark and boring. The plot naturally transited, and the person who finally met me at the station was also a stranger, which had a certain dramatic effect. Environment and characterization interact. A single traveler's perspective and mentality are very real, and his language is lively.