Nice to meet you.

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Nice to meet you. 1 At the beginning, with a long-cherished dream, I stepped into the ignorant campus and looked at everything strange around me, at a loss and at a loss. The urge to miss home, cry, and escape came to my mind. At that time, you were wearing a white dress, your dark blue hair was floating in the air, and your charming sweet smile on your face was unforgettable. You came to see me, but I grabbed my skirt and stared at my toes. You took my little hand fiddling with skirt corners, introduced yourself casually, and then took me to visit the school, dance and draw pictures. At this point, your natural and graceful personality is really different from your dress and image. This is branded in my heart.

From then on, we became inseparable friends. Every day and every night, I see two inseparable wandering figures on the road. Even if it is a meat steamed stuffed bun, I can eat it with relish if I give you a bite; Even if it is a cold joke, you can always grin on the road; although ...

In school, you have the largest contact range and the widest contacts. Often drag me to other classes, you always swagger in and out, and I timidly pull your skirts. It is also because of your guidance and edification that I have become cheerful now. You dragged me to sprint on the playground, swinging my slender legs quickly, just like stepping on the hot wheels. I was panting, and you looked at me contemptuously. "Really, I want to eat candied haws and drag me to buy them, but I can't run. In my opinion, it's time for you to reduce your tonnage. " I pinched my chubby little face and said, "where are you fat?" How slim. " We all snorted and laughed. Red sugar-coated haws are particularly bright and attractive in the sun. The color of red syrup is reflected by sunlight on our smiling faces. As I smoked Sugar-Coated Berry, I thought:

It's good to have you here;

Without warning, several "Wuyun Mountains" floated across the sky and everything became lifeless. Frogs are bubbling and fish are bubbling by the pond. Lotus leaves are beaten in disorder, just like your shadow wandering in the wind and rain. You held me and looked at me in a daze, walking side by side in the rain. You tilted your umbrella to my side on purpose. I looked up, and the rain in the sky pressed on my head like "ink painting"; I can hardly breathe. I twisted my umbrella to your side, but you twisted it stubbornly. No one saw it, only my heart remembered it.

The willow tree at the school gate has witnessed the purity and selflessness of this friendship. I leaned against the tree and ate Sugar-Coated Berry. The sun shone on me, and I couldn't help thinking of you! Now, are you okay?

Nice to meet you. Many times I doubt that I am not good enough, because you are too good to me.

After graduation, I have less and less contact with friends who used to get along well, and my feelings are getting weaker and weaker. After a long time, when they gradually disappeared from my life, I seem to have forgotten these former good friends. I didn't feel a little sorry for them until yesterday.

I was at home with my grandma and brother yesterday, and I felt cold. My hands are stiff when I do my homework. Finally, my mother delivered the meal. After eating, I used my mother's mobile phone to log in to Tencent and ask my classmates about their homework. As a result, my "old friend" called me "Didi Didi" as soon as he came up. Judging from the way she showed off in an ostentatious manner, I knew she must have something to say again. I-she said the gift was already ready, and she made it herself. I thought it might be a scarf, so I joked, "Can I use your handiwork?" She said that although it didn't look good, she had her own secret recipe, saying that I would be moved to death when I saw it. I was speechless and wanted to say something, but my mother was leaving, so I had to close it and say goodbye. Later, I always felt guilty, because I didn't think she would give me a gift, and I was so busy getting to know my new friend in class that I almost forgot her. To tell the truth, I was really touched later.

Today, she called me again, but she couldn't reply for various reasons. I think I'll give her a special gift, absolutely full of love, which will move her to death. Because she made me feel warm and happy in this cold winter. It's good to have you.

Another good friend doesn't have much contact, maybe even less than the last one, but when it rained two days ago, she sent me a text message saying: It will rain today, it will be very cold, and told me not to freeze, even though I still have a cold. But I'm really touched. Her short messages from time to time always make me feel happy and happy in depression. I really thank God for letting me meet your friend. It's a pleasure to meet you. Let me learn to care about others and let me feel the happiness of being cared for.

I love you, really, meeting you is the greatest wealth in my life.

I thank God, because it's good to have you.

Nice to meet you. Meeting is just a simple meeting, just an encounter in the vast sea of people, just a passer-by in life, but meeting you makes my life more exciting.

I remember once, I went to cram school by bus. As usual, I got on the bus and swiped my bus card. Unexpectedly, with a beep, the conductor came up to me and said, "classmate, you have no money in your card." Please pay in cash. The fare is two yuan. " I smiled shyly and looked for my schoolbag awkwardly, hoping to have two dollars to help me. Unfortunately, the result is just the opposite of what I expected. I don't have any money with me. With apologies, I went to the conductor and said to her, "Aunt, I'm really sorry. I went out without money. I'm in a hurry to go to cram school. Can you bend the rules and let me off at the station? " "Accommodation?" Aunt said, "No, the company has company regulations. Let you off at the next stop at most. Aunt can't help it. " I'm in a hurry and I don't know what to do. I get off at the next stop, and there are six or seven stops before the cram school. Have the cheek to borrow money from the people in the car? I looked at the people in the car and wanted to borrow money, but I never got up the courage; Thought: forget it. Seeing that the next stop is coming, my aunt raised her voice and said to me, "classmate, get off at the next stop." But I don't know what to do. I was so worried that I almost cried. People on the bus don't seem to notice me, they all seem so strange and indifferent. (Original submission)

At this time, an aunt in plain clothes pulled me and said to me, "Little brother, are you in trouble?" Tell your aunt if she can help you? "I seemed to see a chance, and said to my aunt," Aunt, I am in a hurry to go to school, but I have no money on me. "Oh," my aunt said kindly, "why don't you pay for me so that I won't be late for school. Besides, isn't it just two dollars? "Aunt took the bus card, handed it to the conductor and said," Can I pay my little brother? " The conductor took the bus card, swiped it and returned it to his aunt. I hesitated for a while, and then I kept saying "thank you" to my aunt. Aunt also embarrassed, smiled and said: "Nothing, nothing, just lift a finger. "At the moment, I think my aunt's laughter is so sweet, and her words are so kind and gentle. Along the way, my aunt and I talked and laughed until she got off the bus and looked at her outside the window. Looking out of the window, I feel very touched that menstruation has gradually returned from her tour.

What an enthusiastic aunt! Helped me when others were indifferent and ignored, when I was helpless. Thank you. Nice to meet you!

Nice to meet you. Outside the window, the scorching sun still shines brightly. The air no longer flows, the leaves no longer rustle, and the birds no longer sing. There was a dead silence. What echoes in my ear is only the noisy and dull sound made by cicadas.

This summer is so long and suffocating.

Sitting by the window, I saw a blank manuscript paper, and I finally understood that "I hate less when I use books"! Write, tear and throw. I tried desperately to squeeze out some inspiration, but my mind was still blank.

The electric fan rotates feebly and can't dispel the dead heat. Sweat, it keeps flowing. I heard my mother's voice from the kitchen: "Congratulations! It's amazing! I told you, your family is a good prospect for studying, and he has a future. " As expected, my mother came to my room and began to nag me: "My mother's students were admitted to Wen Yi No.1 Middle School, but there were only a few in Yongjia." He has worked hard since he was a child. He likes reading books and doing olympiad ... huh? What are you doing? Why haven't you written a penny yet! Is it so difficult to write a composition? ……"

Tears swirled in her eyes. There is a kind of pride called "other people's children".

"Pa", a crisp sound, the electric fan turned slower and slower until it finally stopped. The power is out! Actually, the power went out and anger spread all over the body in an instant, but there was nowhere to vent, and I dared not vent. Look at the almost twisted pen in the fist, look at the crumpled paper ball, and look at the motionless wind chimes. Take a deep breath and try to calm myself down, but I can't!

Open the window wider, wider. My skin feels a little cold, my sweat-soaked cheeks feel the air flowing, and a little wind blows across my face. The swaying sound of wind chimes got into the auricle. This clear and rhythmic sound flows into my heart like a clear spring, which dispels my boredom. Outside the window, the rustling of the wind blowing through the treetops makes me comfortable; Downstairs, the ripples of the pool water in the park make my heart bright. Open your arms, let your body contact this breeze to the maximum extent, feel the intimate care of "natural angel" and enjoy its gift. At this time, cicadas were singing, leaves were ringing, and the breeze sang the music of nature, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

I'm so glad to see you-a summer breeze! Sit back to the window and write: "If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come."

Nice to meet you. I walked home with a heavy burden and full of problems. Fine snowflakes were falling, and I saw a yellow forest in the distance and approached. It turned out to be May.

Its branches are vigorous, the trunk is full of flowers, the flowers seem to be smiling and the clothes are wrinkled. Flowers are not a pile of thousands, they are just arranged. This and that are inseparable, like a carefully laid-out ink painting. Its color, petals are delicate yellow, a little introverted inside, but stamens are rosy, which stands out in yellow. The tenderness of a whole tree brings the vitality of spring to winter. I looked at it, and my mood was not heavy, and I was much relaxed. However, there is a question: why is plum so beautiful in the cold environment in winter?

There are bees crawling around among the flowers. A gust of wind blew, and a faint fragrance came to my face. It was cool, sweet and natural. No wonder bees visit in winter. How do bees resist this fragrance? I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and savored the fragrance, only feeling clean. This fragrance is like a smile, a cup of tea, a calm heart and an old man who sees through the world of mortals. Mei in the snow is so calm, calm, unpretentious rather than fighting, resisting fireworks. For snow, it is tolerant. You see, glittering and translucent white snow is supported by branches, while plums are purer, which reminds people of the story that "Mei Xuxun's snow is three parts white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance". This kind of contrast becomes interesting, only Mei will smile at difficulties, and it is precisely because of this calm optimism that Mei will become more beautiful.

My doubts were solved. Looking at the exercises in my hand, I suddenly realized that my burden was just facing the so-called difficulties, complaining anxiously, rather than solving them calmly. I am too impetuous.

When I got home, I tried to calm down and read those questions carefully. Although it is not fast, I feel extremely happy that it has been solved slowly. Looking out the window, snowflakes are falling, and I seem to see the plum blossom. It's good to see them!

Nice to meet you. Composition 6 "Ah-"was accompanied by a scream of horror. A little girl with a ponytail and a light blue dress tripped over a stone and trembled all over. ...

I happened to pass by and hurried forward: "Hello, what can I do for you?" Looking at her tearful pain, my heart suddenly seemed to be caught, and I couldn't help but pick her up and meet you again. The girl patted the dust off her body while thanking her, and gave me a smile in her tears.

I found that, fortunately, her skin was not broken, but slightly blue.

It was a close call.

I froze when I handed her the handbag that had fallen to the ground. She? Is that her?

The more I look at that delicate face, the more I feel deja vu: the melon face, the beauty mole next to the bright eyes, so familiar ... is it her? Impossible, impossible. Didn't she go abroad to Singapore with her parents? I'm not dreaming in broad daylight. I shook my head hard, bit my lip and cleared my mind. "Nice to meet you. My name is Liu Yawen, and you? " She stretched out her white hands and smiled again, tears shining in the sun. After I glanced at her, I found that she was snickering, and her expression was thoughtful and strange.

Very speculative, she invited me to visit. Oh? I'm fine now anyway.

We came to Qinhuai River arm in arm, and I couldn't get rid of her all the way, my best friend in kindergarten ... I didn't know how lost in thought until the girls around me pushed me. So he smiled apologetically: "You haven't told me your name just now. Can you tell me now? "

She showed her white teeth and smiled. "My name is Michelle. Just call me Xinxin. " This is a poetic and exotic name. I secretly praised from the bottom of my heart and showed a sweet smile. I couldn't help pulling her to the bench. Looking at her angelic smile, my doubts piled up. Why are their appearances so similar?

At this time, it is already midsummer, and there are particularly lush plants everywhere.

I inadvertently asked her, "Xinxin, what's your favorite plant?" She told me: "I like four-leaf clover best!" " Because it symbolizes health, happiness, honor and wealth. "

I'm a little surprised. She also likes four-leaf clover best?

I asked again, "What's your story with the four-leaf clover?"

My words seem to have touched her long memory. I saw her tilt her head and say to me, "I had a very good friend when I was in kindergarten, and we talked about everything." Later, my parents and I went abroad. Before I left, I gave her a four-leaf clover to represent my friendship with her and wish her happiness forever! "

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a four-leaf clover in the notebook in the study drawer. It's been a long time, although it's withered, I'll still go to see it often ... The beauty there has always been an important material that I relish in front of my dad.

Here, is that her? Looking at her familiar face, I couldn't help wondering, and I told her-

"When I was a child, I had a very good friend. Her name is Mo Yiyi. We are deskmates in kindergarten, and she and I often pinch mud together. She pinched the rabbit's ears and tail, I pinched the rabbit's body, and the rest was done by our cooperation. We all like rabbits very much. Seeing the lifelike little mud rabbit in his hand, he felt particularly fulfilled. She also likes four-leaf clover. She told me that she would collect a hundred four-leaf clovers, hoping that she would be happy forever. "

Mi Xin, who was next to me, said, "Did you play a lot of games with her at that time? The teacher likes you very much. When doing the program, arrange for you to play the conductor and she to play the conductor; When you play house, you play the mother and she plays the daughter. Whenever you take an exam, you and she always get the same good score. You chasing after me is the best deskmate combination in the eyes of the students. "

She bent my arm and stared at me, especially excited and said loudly, "She is me, Michelle now. Liu Yawen, do you still recognize me? "

Huh? Sure enough.

This is incredible.

I whispered, "Xin 'er, Yiyi, I miss your friendship with us ...". At this time of day, I think my eyes must be a little moist.

She held my hand and her voice choked: "You are still so sentimental, still so helpful. Don't you think I'm back? I miss you too! "

Sunlight soothes our hot faces through the cracks in the leaves, quietly dotted with green lawns; The breeze gently blows the river, and the ripples rise and fall like our thoughts and emotions. ...

I smiled happily: "Tell us about our past."

"In the past ... then we went to school together. You bring breakfast on Monday and Tuesday, and I bring breakfast on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. How interesting! This is determined by stone scissors and cloth. I will never forget the taste of breakfast ... I thought the breakfast you brought was delicious, but I didn't know it until I tasted my parents' breakfast after going abroad. I'll never forget your Liu Yawen, but that's the seasoning for your friendship in breakfast ... "

"Well, Yi Yi, do you remember the time when I was sick in the middle class in kindergarten? At that time, I faded on the table, and you touched my forehead with your little hand and told me it was very hot. When your mother came to pick you up early, your first reaction was not to tell the teacher, but to hold your mother anxiously and beg her to take me to the hospital first. Without a car, your mother ran behind my back and you chased after me ... My aunt was sweating and panting all the way. After registering in the hospital, my aunt didn't have enough cash. Fortunately, the nurse sister saved my mother after she found her by phone. "

Looking at Mi Xin now and Yiyi in the past, I went on affectionately-

"When I went in to hang water, I heard from the doctor that I had pneumonia and it was contagious, but you just wanted to stay with me. My aunt won't listen to you anyway. What a stubborn temper. Yiyi, you know, at that time, we were all young and didn't know what pneumonia was. My mother also wants you and your aunt to go home as soon as they arrive, but you just drag my sleeve and insist on hanging the water with me before going home together. You also said you would live and die together. I'm not afraid of Liu Yawen's infection. I just want my good friend! "

At this point, Michelle and I couldn't help laughing.

Xinxin asked me, "Do you still remember the agreement of our four-leaf clover? I promised that I would come back, and our friendship must last forever, right? "

I squeezed her hand: "Yes, our four-leaf clover friendship lasts forever!" "

A cool breeze blew and I smiled face to face with her. The swaying branches of willows bear witness to the lifelong agreement and eternal friendship between the two girls. ...

Nice to meet you. 7 grades don't mean everything. In my eyes, you are excellent.

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Your English is not good, so the teacher asked me to be your teacher.

When I first taught you, you drove me crazy: I would change "grade" to "grounding"; The collocation of "helping someone do something" was copied, memorized and silent, but I just can't remember it; The grammar part can be reduced by 8 or 9 points, and it is difficult to get a total score of 80 points.

But you, with such poor grades, have a kind and delicate heart.

The English teacher who has taught us for more than a semester will be transferred. Knowing the class's reluctance, you seriously asked me, "Teacher, shall we hold a farewell party for the teacher?" The light reflects on your smirking face and draws a soft arc. I look at you with wondering eyes. Tell me your plan and give me the task. I can't help laughing. It turns out that my apprentice is also a good leader!

With my support, you can do it. So, in that morning, afternoon, recess, classroom, you can be seen running around in the crowd to write messages. At that time, the final exam was approaching. Because of this, your grades were not optimistic and you didn't have time to review. I feel distressed and want to help you, but you stubbornly insist on doing it yourself.

Finally, until the end of the final exam, you dragged me to give the prepared PPT, composition and gift to the teacher. "I know this will not change anything, but this is our intention." You say so.

What I taught you was only English knowledge, but what you brought me was a steady stream of warmth and emotion.

When someone fights with me, you will block me behind and shout at each other, "How can you hit my master!" " "When I am sad and depressed, you will comfort me more carefully than girls; Through your own efforts, you have increased from more than 70 points to 88 points, but you are not arrogant and impetuous. Instead, you should thank me. I will never forget what you said, "As long as you don't transfer, you will always be my master. "the firmness. ...

I am not so much your teacher as we are all learning from each other. Your kindness, sincerity and carefulness are all beautiful things I appreciate. Achievement is not everything. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Life is a journey. Along the way, you will meet many people, many things and many things. For me, it is my luck to pick a wisp of books alone among flowers and young leaves. It’s lovely to see you.

It has been seven or eight years since I calculated the bits and pieces between books. In these seven or eight years, I was accompanied by books every day. With the growth of age, there are some subtle changes in the cognition of books.

When I was a child, books were a heart-to-heart communication for me. I can listen to the teachings of my predecessors: the mystery of Zhuangzi, the atmosphere of Laozi, the elegance of Confucius, and the danger of Mencius ... Reading these works of Chinese studies carefully is like traveling thousands of years ago in a time machine, returning to that era of advocating culture and education, and learning how to treat people.

A little older, books are history, from which we can see a fish in the Tang Dynasty and a leaf in the Song Dynasty. Listening to fishing boats sing late at sunset; Look up at the clouds. In the face of the Yellow River in Tao Tao, he shouted "Dajiangdong went to the waves to clean up"; Facing the head of the towering five mountains, I lamented that "I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at it as a hill."

Books or something? It's a mountain, telling me to be dignified; It's water, tell me tenderness; It is a cloud. It tells me about change. ...

It is with this deep affection for books that we can go through these seven years with books. In winter and spring, I went to Qiu Lai, and books gradually became an indispensable part of my life. So I make full use of all my time, just to be with books.

No, a reading in the toilet secretly started. As usual, I skillfully stuffed a book into my clothes, said hello to my father, sneaked into the toilet like a thief, locked the door neatly, opened the pages, and swam freely in the sea of books like a fish. Gradually, I forgot the world and myself. Obsessed with books, it is difficult to extricate yourself.

Arguably, such a careful plan, others are unaware of any clues. Maybe I was thoughtless and forgot the time. Stay inside and refuse to come out. Dad finally saw the flaw and opened a door that I was isolated from the outside world with a key. Finally, I returned to reality. Originally, I was ready to be baptized by the storm. I never thought that my father would be lenient when he saw that I was so obsessed with books. You know, when I did this, my father was against it. This surprised me quite a bit.

The book of theft is over. Every day and night in the future, I can sit quietly under the window, watch a cup of fragrant tea, and quietly open the pages of the tea. Although it is much more free and quiet than before, it is also a precious memory between me and the book. Once upon a time, I didn't feel the thrill of being afraid of being discovered and the confidence when I was discovered for a long time. Perhaps, just like my childhood, I drifted away, leaving only a shallow memory. As Tagore said, "There are no traces of birds in the sky, but I flew over."

However, this book, it has always been by my side and never left. Until now, I am still grateful, thank you for coming into my life and accompanying me through so many difficult years. It is you, like a bright lamp, that illuminates my vacant life and shows me the dawn of hope. It’s lovely to see you.

Nice to meet you. On the bus running in the bustling block, you excitedly described the brand-new junior high school life, talked about the domestic news, and expressed your own speculation on a topic-I, quietly listened.

Since you entered the school, you have shown your superhuman mind and recited a fluent cross talk, which made your classmates dumbfounded. By the way, you are also a "mind reader".

One day I went to school, it was a little dark, it rained after school, and the surrounding streets were brightly lit. We didn't bring an umbrella. It's a little far from the station. You saw your grandfather standing at the school gate. "Grandpa, why are you here?" "It's raining today without an umbrella? I brought it to you. " Looking at you, I suddenly feel lonely. No one gave me an umbrella on rainy days, and my family lived far away ... When I was lamenting the beauty of your family, your grandfather came to help me hold up my umbrella. A shadow in the sky is your bright gray umbrella. When I got on the bus, you and your grandfather were discussing something, so I called my mother. Get off. It's still raining heavily. You pass me the umbrella. "You don't have an umbrella. Use this first. I'll go with grandpa. " I said, "You can use it. My mother will be here soon. " Your grandfather asked me to take an umbrella, kindly asked me where my home was and told me how to walk back. If people nag me like this, I won't listen to it anymore. But you, your grandfather, gave me such kindness-it's not that I don't know the shortcut to go home, but you moved me more.

We've only known each other for a few weeks, but you treat me like a relative. After junior high school life, we go home from school together. This is the most sincere friendship. I can't help thinking, "It's good to see you."

Nice to meet you. In that cold winter, you came to my side, dramatically changed my life and caught me off guard. -inscription

A year ago, you came into this world. You are lying in a hospital bed, wrapped in a "small zongzi", with only one face exposed. At that time, you were ugly before you grew up: your head was sharp, your skin was red and wrinkled, and your eyes were closed, just like a little old lady. But after all, you are my sister-my closest relative besides my parents.

When I was three months old, I gained a lot of weight than when I was born. Your short arms and legs are all fleshy, with fair skin and delicate eyes, just like the fat doll in the New Year pictures. I want to hug you, but I dare not. You are like a soft cotton candy. I'm afraid my clumsy words will hurt you.

However, when you are older and I haven't got out of the unspeakable joy of being a sister, you will start to bring me trouble. It's time for you to grow up. It's important to have a good sleep. Therefore, my parents ordered me to keep absolutely quiet when my sister slept! But, you know what? This is painful for your sister who is always irritable in Mao Mao! Now, I have to be careful in everything I do, like a thief, for fear of waking you.

When you are six months old, you can climb. After school, I am always in a hurry to go home and want to play with you for a while before doing my homework. As soon as you heard the door opening, you knew it was your sister. You giggled and welcomed me in a unique way. I put down my schoolbag, hugged you in my room, and whispered my troubles at school in your ear. I don't expect you to understand me, but you are lying on my shoulder, blinking your eyes as clear as obsidian, and listening carefully. From time to time, you promise me a few times, and the crisp sound of mint almost melts my heart, and those troubles have already been thrown outside the cloud nine.

Just last month, you learned to walk with your hands and called "Sister" inarticulate. When I lost my appetite for eating because of tooth extraction and sat on the sofa with a painful face, you seemed to pity me. While frowning slightly, you stared at me with crystal clear eyes, staggered up to me like a little penguin, and grinned at me as if to say, Sister, don't be sad. Look at me, I only have eight teeth!

……

I'm glad to meet you on the road of life.

My only and favorite sister.