Write a composition on the topic of shaking hands

1. Buddha said that the other side, without life or death, without worry or bitterness, without resentment or hatred, is beyond the three realms, not among the five elements, and is a paradise where everything is forgotten.

Buddha said that only those who had love and helped all living beings before their death can reach the other shore. I think the Russian writer Turgenev must have reached the other shore after his death, because he knew how to convey warmth to a beggar by shaking hands and give him hope for life. Shaking hands is a kind of etiquette, but its meaning is not simple. How many people in the vast sea of people know the meaning of handshake? The seemingly simple handshake is the most glorious side of human nature.

At the 2004 Athens Olympic Games, emmons was chosen as a shooter. The score of the 9th ring hit someone else's target, and he gave the gold medal he had won to a China man. At the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games, he made another mistake in the last shot, but unlike last time, he didn't make a noise and was depressed, but calmly walked up to the unexpected gold medalist and shook hands with him to congratulate him. Although he lost a gold medal, he won millions of gold medals. This man who stepped into the same river of destiny twice proved the American demeanor with his actions and won applause from countless audiences for himself.

Shaking hands is a kind of grace, a kind of grace that faces the misfortune and play of fate but smiles. In fact, not only emmons, but also many people have made great achievements by shaking hands. Panasonic has a clerk who shakes hands with guests every time. No matter the other person is humble, the president or a beggar, he will shake hands with him respectfully and offer his own smile. When he visited his subordinate company in Kōnosuke Matsushita, he found this humble employee, noticed his handshake with everyone, and began to pay attention to this little employee. Two years later, he became a subsidiary company.

Some people may think that his success is only accidental and trivial, but how many people in life can really be like him? Perhaps his meeting with Panasonic was just an accident, but his success was inevitable, because the details of his shaking hands with everyone revealed his spirit. Handshaking is an attitude, an attitude of pursuing equality and leading people to success.

The spring rain is cold, the east wind is still drunk, the weeping willows are parting, and the pear blossoms are snowing. When it is warm and cold, it is the hardest to lose its beauty. Life is so beautiful. May we all know the secret of shaking hands and let love come to the world and spread to every corner. At that time, the world was also the other side! There is an anecdote in the literary world. The Russian writer Turgenev was walking in the town one day when a beggar on the roadside reached out to him for money.

He wanted to give something, and he didn't know he didn't have his wallet until he took money from his pocket. Seeing the beggar's hand held high, Turgenev was ashamed and had to hold the beggar's hand and say, "Sorry, I forgot to bring money." The beggar smiled and said with tears in his eyes, "No, I'd rather accept your handshake!" " "Shaking hands is a kind of etiquette, but its meaning is not simple.

Please write an article on the topic of "handshake", with your own ideas, style and title, no less than 600 words. 【 train of thought 】 shaking hands is a kind of etiquette, but the communication between people, groups and countries endows this action with rich connotations.

Generally speaking, shaking hands often means friendship and communication. It can communicate originally separated feelings, deepen mutual understanding and trust, show respect, admiration, congratulations and encouragement of one party, and also convey some people's indifference, perfunctory, ingratiating, hypocrisy and arrogance. The handshake between group leaders and heads of state usually symbolizes cooperation, reconciliation and peace.

There may be countless handshakes, but only a few are impressive: the excitement of meeting for the first time, the reluctance to leave, the joy of reunion after a long separation, the elimination of misunderstandings, the resolution of grievances and so on. Grasping one or several points in the world of handshaking, we can tell our own experiences, comment on reality, expand associations, express our feelings, start from the virtual and pour out our feelings. The expression can be determined according to the needs of writing.

[Exhibition 1] I just want to hold your hand. Wu Rui Shen Congwen once said to you, "We have loved each other all our lives, but life is still too short." And I just want to hold your hand and say nothing, because nothing can sum up my heart for you.

Do you know why? Why should I hold your hand? Because, literature-you let me see clearly the joys and sorrows of the world, you let me appreciate the poetic life, you let me understand the true meaning of life, you let me overcome the danger and exceed the limit! Yes, it is you, let the clear spring run through my heart and let the fire burn my enthusiasm! You let me see Li Bai waving his sword out of Chang 'an, Su Dongpo crossing the ocean, Wu down and out, and Cao Xueqin sending him to the Red Chamber with grief and indignation. You let me see the hatred of Count Quito, the beauty and desolation of Tess, Nora's departure, Anna lying on the track, Paul's pursuit and Helen's struggle. It's you, let me travel through time and space, let me appreciate the world! Or you, in the middle of the night, dig out you, appreciate you, love you, like you, especially those poems. In the middle of the night, I feel the magnificence of "fallen leaves fall like waterfall foam, but I think the long river always rolls forward" and the delicacy of "the rain is crisp and the grass is near but not far"; Feel the heroism of "the horse steps fast and the bow is like a thunderbolt" and the grace of "Yang Liuan, the wind dies"; Feel the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" and the romance of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February flowers".

In such a late night, I am full of color and taste because of you; Because of you, it has become rich and wonderful. Or you-say, "Since God has given talents, use them!" When I was discouraged, he said to me, "people are not born to be defeated."

When I was struggling, he said to me, "In this way, where there is a will, there is a way." When I succeeded, he said to me, "full of losses, modest benefits."

You filled me with confidence and made me shout, "Go out and laugh in the sky. Are we Artemisia people? " It is you who keep me naive, can call out the "white jade plate" with children, and can dream of the beautiful Chang 'e.

It's you, twisting me, twisting my spirit, twisting my body. It is you.

2. Write a composition on the topic of handshake and quiet handshake. Quiet is the last angel sent by heaven to the world.

After being happy, moved, sad and miserable, people will always meet her, hold her hand and tell her that faint memory. -Inscription The beautiful angel endowed peace with a pair of gentle hands. Just like a cool breeze in spring, it slowly glides without a trace, but it can gently pluck a string in people's hearts and play a crisp and pleasant tune.

But when did she come? Come on, why did you leave in a hurry? Legend has it that shaking hands with tranquility and dating tranquility are all in the arms of nature. Maybe we walk through the reinforced concrete buildings during the day, and the oasis is just an island in the vast gray.

We can't stop quietly to savor this life, this fate, and we can't sit quietly and dig into our deepest inner world. But in the misty rainy night mountain city, we can sit by the window and listen to the sound of light rain, and the sky in our eyes is pulled down by a hazy rain curtain.

The ripples in my heart are letting go, a pot of tea is light, and a handful of rain is clear. The leaves carrying raindrops are connected together, and the black shadow is even a little green in the dark.

All the troubles and impatience were washed away by the rain, leaving only a touch of peace and shallow purity of mind. It was an early summer morning, and the crisp birdsong woke me up from my sleep. I came to the armchair in the garden with a collection of essays in my hand.

The warm sunshine gently sprinkled on me through the mist. I opened the book and integrated myself into the beautiful dream woven by the writer, savoring the feelings revealed between the lines.

When I closed the book, my face was full of satisfaction after I was moved, and my heart quietly opened. When the door of the heart is opened, it is difficult to close it quickly, and the picture in my mind clearly emerges.

Time goes backwards a little bit, as if returning to that sad summer of parting-the scene when I graduated from primary school. What a contradictory psychology, I want to enter a brand-new world as soon as possible, but I don't give up my classmates who have been in love for six years.

Who can you tell this sour and sweet taste? At this moment, she-be quiet, this beautiful angel came, walked slowly towards me with small steps like lotus, and sat down beside me. As soon as I grabbed her hand, my thoughts instantly returned to the moment of parting.

Students write alumni records to each other, which seems to be a lively and jubilant scene, but they are somewhat disappointed, so their friends of six years have all left. How many six years can there be in life? We don't know whether we will go our separate ways.

I am also afraid that time will dilute my memory, blur each other's faces in my memory, and finally walk down the street like strangers. She listened patiently, wiped away the tears left in my eyes, gently closed the door of sadness for me, let happiness float out of the window and turned away.

Leaving me with a tearful smile, everything is dreamlike and unforgettable. Shake hands with tranquility, relive good memories and cherish them in your heart.

3. The beautiful angel endowed peace with a pair of gentle hands, just like the cool breeze in spring, which glides slowly without a trace, but can gently touch a heartstring in people's hearts and play a crisp and pleasant tune. But when did she come? Come on, why did you leave in a hurry?

Legend has it that shaking hands with tranquility and dating tranquility are all in the arms of nature. Maybe we walk through the reinforced concrete buildings during the day, and the oasis is just an island in the vast gray. We can't stop quietly to savor this life, this fate, and we can't sit quietly and dig into our deepest inner world. But in the misty rainy night mountain city, we can sit by the window and listen to the sound of light rain, and the sky in our eyes is pulled down by a hazy rain curtain. The ripples in my heart are letting go, a pot of tea is light, and a handful of rain is clear. The leaves carrying raindrops are connected together, and the black shadow is even a little green in the dark. All the troubles and impatience were washed away by the rain, leaving only a touch of peace and shallow purity of mind.

It was an early summer morning, and the crisp birdsong woke me up from my sleep. I came to the armchair in the garden with a collection of essays in my hand. The warm sunshine gently sprinkled on me through the mist. I opened the book and integrated myself into the beautiful dream woven by the writer, savoring the feelings revealed between the lines. When I closed the book, my face was full of satisfaction after I was moved, and my heart quietly opened.

When the door of the heart is opened, it is difficult to close it quickly, and the picture in my mind clearly emerges. Time goes backwards a little bit, as if returning to that sad summer of parting-the scene when I graduated from primary school. What a contradictory psychology, I want to enter a brand-new world as soon as possible, but I don't give up my classmates who have been in love for six years. Who can you tell this sour and sweet taste?

At this moment, she-be quiet, this beautiful angel came, walked slowly towards me with small steps like lotus, and sat down beside me. As soon as I grabbed her hand, my thoughts instantly returned to the moment of parting. Students write alumni records to each other, which seems to be a lively and jubilant scene, but they are somewhat disappointed, so their friends of six years have all left. How many six years can there be in life? We don't know whether we will go our separate ways. I am also afraid that time will dilute my memory, blur each other's faces in my memory, and finally walk down the street like strangers.

She listened patiently, wiped away the tears left in my eyes, gently closed the door of sadness for me, let happiness float out of the window and turned away. Leaving me with a tearful smile, everything is dreamlike and unforgettable.

Shake hands with tranquility, relive good memories and keep a calm heart.

Writing a composition about shaking hands changed me.

I have shaken hands with many people since childhood, but in the past two years, when I was a little older, I discovered that "shaking hands" has its own world, and "shaking hands" can also change a person.

When I was a child, adults loved to hold my hand, because I couldn't speak and I didn't know how to speak. They want to convey their love for me through their hands to change me. At school, my classmates shook hands, or conveyed their enthusiasm for me, or hinted at my opinion, hoping that I would change my personality; Shake hands with the teacher after graduation as a farewell. The teacher shook hands heavily, hoping to change my mind in the new environment. When I left home, my family shook hands with me and told me that I had grown up and should know how to adapt to society and change my destiny. Everything, affection, friendship, let me change myself in the communication between two hands.

Countless handshakes have changed me, and there are still a few things in my mind:

Lens 1: Last year, I had a high fever and was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment. I was lying in a hospital bed with salt water, only feeling hot and dry, and it was dark around me. My other hand groped around the bed, eager to catch something. At this time, a warm hand gripped me tightly, and my mother's hoarse voice came from my ear: "Yun Yun, you have to hold on." "I suddenly quiet down. Because I know my mother is around. I jumped into my mother's arms like a wounded deer, and the drifting boat sailed into the harbor. I hold this hand tightly and feel the vitality of life flowing into my body. Suddenly, I found that I haven't touched my mother's body for a long time, and I haven't been holding my mother in my mother's arms like I was a child. Is it possible that my daughter will consciously or unconsciously stay away from her mother and alienate her mother when she grows up? Holding my mother's hand, I suddenly had a power in my illness and changed my condition. ...

Scene 2: At the beginning of school, I had a conflict with my friends and ignored each other for a long time. Finally, that day, she came to me. For a long time, we didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she reached out and I reached out. My hands were tightly clasped together, but there was still no words. Because, at this time, all the words, all the words of apology and self-blame, needless to say, two hands have already changed our past and connected us closely.

Let's appreciate the language of hand and cherish the handshake, because it combines love and will change our past; Because it is the intersection of hearts, it will design our future!

5. Composition: Please write an article of about 600 words on the topic of shaking hands. 1. Shake hands I have studied painting since I was a child. With a little talent, I sometimes get good grades in competitions.

Whenever I go to the podium and shake hands with the old headmaster, I will feel a kind of power from her palm. At that time, I studied painting at school, and my little achievements were appreciated by my teachers, affirmed by my parents and envied by my classmates. This feeling made me feel relaxed, and I relaxed my demands on myself.

I didn't make it to the final in the second game. I walked listlessly in the corridor, and the sky outside the window was gloomy.

A gust of autumn wind mixed with dead leaves hit the glass, and a figure blocked my progress: "What? Is this frustrating? " I looked up, and the old headmaster smiled and said, "You have a bad attitude recently, and you have relaxed your requirements for yourself." The old headmaster pointed out my problem to the nail on the head. I blushed, bowed my head and was at a loss.

"Correct your attitude, find your previous feelings and prepare for the next game." The old headmaster extended his right hand to me. I looked up and stared into those loving eyes. I held out my right hand. There seems to be a glimmer of trust in those eyes, and a warm current passes from the old headmaster's hand to my palm and to my heart.

In just a few seconds, my heart finally calmed down. The strength of the old headmaster's palm gave me motivation after failure. I stood in front of the drawing board again, holding a pencil in my right hand, drawing repeatedly on the drawing board, and the slender nib slipped on the paper. "Sand, sand, sand?" I don't know how long it took. I opened the curtain of the classroom, and a ray of sunshine came in from nowhere.

I picked up the pen again, and the sun shone on the back of my hand, warm and warm. Once again, the happy nib danced happily on the paper. With the sunshine, I feel my palms are hot. The strength that the old headmaster gave me made me warm all over, which made me forget my past achievements and indulge in the joy of painting.

Once again, the results of the competition will be announced soon. My hands are full of a little nervous sweat, but they are very cold. "First place, XXX!" I jumped up and walked onto the platform, my hands cold and excited.

"Congratulations!" The old headmaster extended his right hand to me again. "Thank you!" I am holding hands with the old headmaster again, which is very cold. "Don't forget that feeling."

I was surprised and walked off the stage with the feeling of my palm. Looking back, I saw the old headmaster staring at me with a smile, and I suddenly understood.

This is to let me study with a calm heart, don't be impatient. Shake hands I pour friendship on my fingers, hold your hand and brand it with indelible warmth? The bonfire dance kicked off at this moment, and our handshake was influenced by different feelings.

People always like to shake hands as a sign of friendship. The other party was also very happy and accepted each other's friendship, so they sat opposite each other and talked for a long time. This is the ancient way to make friends, but do we still have these beautiful traditions? That's not clear.

Nowadays, many people shake hands with each other, some with genuine feelings, and some who pretend to be polite on the surface. Perhaps, for them, shaking hands may be just a way to pose in front of the camera, but there are hidden secrets behind it. In this way, they defiled the original meaning of handshake and made it vulgar.

The gap is widening. Can you and I be as close as before? In the dream, we hold each other's hands and feel familiar? Perhaps, shaking hands is also a way to regain old love. Two people who have been forgotten because of time will be as close as before, and shaking hands can also eliminate their sense of distance when facing their close friends who have returned from a foreign land. Perhaps, excessive sadness will make you collapse, then I will hold your hand and heal your wounds; Maybe time will dilute feelings, then I will let time to go back with both hands; Perhaps, tomorrow is the end of the world. At that time, I will hold your hand and let you stop panicking.

The clasped hands are full of silent joy, the temperature of the fingertips melts and freezes, and the palms that are tightly attached convey each other's friendship. Although I know that shaking hands can't cure everything, it can convey a spirit and a belief. Perhaps, many years later, the hand we hold at the moment when we fall together can eliminate the fear of death. Perhaps, in the war years, tightly clasped hands can give each other firm confidence. Perhaps, when we are making wine and talking about the world, our hands clasped tightly can also feel each other's determination.

Handshake is like the same blood chain, which connects us in series to achieve spiritual harmony; Shaking hands is like a silent wish; A pair of huge wings enable us to protect each other. A stone stirs up a thousand waves, and a pair of hands can make your heart surge. Handshake is a virtue worthy of our praise and development. Handshake is a culture worthy of our praise and remembrance. Please don't forget the good memories and firm beliefs it brings you. Will be worthy of your life's touch and blessing.

3. The temperature of handshake can convey the feelings of the soul. When I was a child, my mother smiled and said to me, "My palms are cold, and no one hurts. My baby's palm must be warm. "

I've been laughing at her stuff. Mom just smiled.

I always worried my mother when I was a child. My constitution is very weak and I am always sick. My mother stayed up all night to take care of me until her eyes were bloodshot.

On the third day, I will smell the smell of food when I go home every day. I know my mother is waiting for me.

It's half an hour's journey from school to home, but my mother kept urging me because it was dark and asked me if there was any traffic jam on the road. Why hasn't it arrived yet? Until sometimes impatient to deal with two sentences. It was late after school that day, and I ate something with my classmates. I'm glad my mother didn't come to change direction and call to rush me.

It's a little strange when we get to the road. Usually my mother calls twice every three minutes, but now there is no one. There was no one at home before, and my heart was not practical. It turns out that mother's concern has become a habit. When I got off the bus and hurried home, I always felt that it was a long way, not far from the station, but I felt that I had walked for a long time.

I feel guilty from the bottom of my heart when I think of my mother. There are a few drops of sweat in my hand. When I got downstairs, I saw the lights on at home.

6. Writing a composition on the topic of shaking hands Shen Congwen once said to you: "We have loved each other all our lives, but life is still too short."

And I just want to hold your hand and say nothing, because nothing can sum up my heart for you.

Do you know why? Why should I hold your hand?

Because, literature-

You let me see clearly the joys and sorrows of the world, you let me appreciate the poetry of life, you let me know the true meaning of life, you let me overcome the danger and exceed the limit!

Yes, it is you, let the clear spring run through my heart and let the fire burn my enthusiasm!

You let me see Li Bai waving his sword out of Chang 'an, Su Dongpo crossing the ocean, Wu down and out, and Cao Xueqin sending him to the Red Chamber with grief and indignation. You let me see the hatred of Count Quito, the beauty and desolation of Tess, Nora's departure, Anna lying on the track, Paul's pursuit and Helen's struggle. It's you, let me travel through time and space, let me appreciate the world!

Or you, in the middle of the night, dig out you, appreciate you, love you, like you, especially those poems.

In the middle of the night, I feel the magnificence of "fallen leaves fall like waterfall foam, but I think the long river always rolls forward" and the delicacy of "the rain is crisp and the grass is near but not far"; Feel the heroism of "the horse steps fast and the bow is like a thunderbolt" and the grace of "Yang Liuan, the wind dies"; Feel the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" and the romance of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February flowers".

In such a late night, I am full of color and taste because of you; Because of you, it has become rich and wonderful.

Or are you-

When I was frustrated, he said to me, "Since God has given talents, let them be used!" People are not born to be defeated. When I was struggling, he said to me, "In this way, where there is a will, there is a way." When I succeeded, he said to me, "full of losses, modest benefits."

You filled me with confidence and made me shout, "Go out and laugh in the sky. Are we Artemisia people? "

It is you who keep me naive, can call out the "white jade plate" with children, and can dream of the beautiful Chang 'e.

It's you, twisting me, twisting my spirit, twisting my body.

It is you who let me extend my pain into a golden ornament as thin as a cicada's wing.

It is you who blew open the blocked buds and spread the fragrance of the garden.

Everything is because of you-literature! How can I let you go! Please let me hold your hand!

7. A beautiful angel endows peace with a pair of gentle hands, just like the cool breeze in spring, which glides slowly without a trace, but can gently touch a heartstring in people's hearts and play a crisp and pleasant tune.

But when did she come? Come on, why did you leave in a hurry? Legend has it that shaking hands with tranquility and dating tranquility are all in the arms of nature. Maybe we walk through the reinforced concrete buildings during the day, and the oasis is just an island in the vast gray.

We can't stop quietly to savor this life, this fate, and we can't sit quietly and dig into our deepest inner world. But in the misty rainy night mountain city, we can sit by the window and listen to the sound of light rain, and the sky in our eyes is pulled down by a hazy rain curtain.

The ripples in my heart are letting go, a pot of tea is light, and a handful of rain is clear. The leaves carrying raindrops are connected together, and the black shadow is even a little green in the dark.

All the troubles and impatience were washed away by the rain, leaving only a touch of peace and shallow purity of mind. It was an early summer morning, and the crisp birdsong woke me up from my sleep. I came to the armchair in the garden with a collection of essays in my hand.

The warm sunshine gently sprinkled on me through the mist. I opened the book and integrated myself into the beautiful dream woven by the writer, savoring the feelings revealed between the lines.

When I closed the book, my face was full of satisfaction after I was moved, and my heart quietly opened. When the door of the heart is opened, it is difficult to close it quickly, and the picture in my mind clearly emerges.

Time goes backwards a little bit, as if returning to that sad summer of parting-the scene when I graduated from primary school. What a contradictory psychology, I want to enter a brand-new world as soon as possible, but I don't give up my classmates who have been in love for six years.

Who can you tell this sour and sweet taste? At this moment, she-be quiet, this beautiful angel came, walked slowly towards me with small steps like lotus, and sat down beside me. As soon as I grabbed her hand, my thoughts instantly returned to the moment of parting.

Students write alumni records to each other, which seems to be a lively and jubilant scene, but they are somewhat disappointed, so their friends of six years have all left. How many six years can there be in life? We don't know whether we will go our separate ways.

I am also afraid that time will dilute my memory, blur each other's faces in my memory, and finally walk down the street like strangers. She listened patiently, wiped away the tears left in my eyes, gently closed the door of sadness for me, let happiness float out of the window and turned away.

Leaving me with a tearful smile, everything is dreamlike and unforgettable. Shake hands with tranquility, relive good memories and keep a calm heart.

8. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of shaking hands. Handshaking is a way of communication between people. It symbolizes friendship, cooperation at work, etc. It is indispensable in our life and people can't live without it. It is one of our communication tools and has different meanings. It expresses different things in different times and environments, such as "shaking hands and making peace". Some people say why people shake hands. Some people say shaking hands can change you? The answer is yes or no.

Businessmen shake hands when they meet, and police at the same level will shake hands when they meet. Do they shake hands in the same way? Handshakes also often appear in our lives. Sometimes you have to shake hands when making friends, and please shake hands when doing things. This shows that the topic of handshake has long been a hot topic in public, and we are used to it and its existence.