Familiar stranger composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably contact or use composition. Composition is a kind of speech activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. Still at a loss for composition? The following is a familiar stranger's composition I compiled. Welcome everyone to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

Familiar stranger composition 1 My most familiar person is my mother. She gave me a lot, such as food, drink, shelter and clothes ... However, she has another side that I am not familiar with.

I remember it was the weekend, and my mother asked me to go to the market with her. The vegetable market is dirty, the roads are covered with rotten leaves and flies are flying around, and no one cares. The vegetable market is not only dirty, but also noisy, and many people selling vegetables are shouting. My mother is buying food, five yuan, thank you! My mother gave him five dollars, and the vegetable seller changed five dollars. I think he must have made a mistake, but my mother didn't return the money to him, but put it away. It never occurred to me that my mother was a greedy person. I suddenly feel that my mother is very strange.

Another time, after school, my mother's class was not finished. I saw my mother criticizing the students. Why are there people like you who are not motivated? My mother is severely criticizing this classmate. I didn't expect the students to be taught to cry. I hid in the corner. I never knew my mother could be so powerful. I feel that my mother is a stranger, as if I have never seen her before.

Everyone has a strange side. Some people are both familiar and unfamiliar. This is a familiar stranger.

The composition of two familiar strangers is a place to relax, a place where you don't have to pay attention to your appearance, and a most considerate and caring place.

Family members, with the same blood in their bodies, are the people they can rely on, the most trustworthy people, and the people who love and care for you forever.

Among family members, regardless of personality, hobbies or diet, most people think they know each other best, but they often ignore that no one has their own privacy in their hearts. Especially between parents and children. Parents think that children can understand better than themselves, and everything they do is for the sake of their children's future, so they blindly let their children move forward according to their own arrangements. As for children, some choose to bury their hobbies or talents and be good children of their parents, but parents will never know that their children are unhappy. Some people choose to rebel and make trouble outside, that is, they don't listen to their parents' arrangements, but parents will never know that children don't mean to disappoint their parents, but want their parents to believe in themselves and arrange their own lives. I think this is the most fundamental reason why children resist their parents and hate them.

360 lines, each line is a champion. Everyone has heard this sentence, but parents think that without knowledge, they will be eliminated by society. Is this backward thinking? Or the cruelty of reality?

Yes, so do my parents. They help me arrange everything. As for me, I just need to obey and do what I have to do, and I dare not violate it. Because my parents have a low level of education, I work very hard now, and I regret why I didn't study at the beginning. They don't want their children to have so many regrets when they grow up, so they force them to learn, even though they know better than anyone else, and they don't want to learn at all. In fact, no one is happy in such a life.

Family members are the people closest to each other. Family members are also strangers.

Shanjuandong, what a fairy capital of desire!

There is such a person in my alley. I was particularly afraid to see him when I was a child. Every time I pass by the alley, I ask my mother if he is there. If he is, I will ask my mother to show me around. My mother never agreed to exercise, so I had to cover my ears and run hard until I ran into our community. If he is not here, I will walk slowly and look indifferent.

Although I am afraid of him most of the time, I sometimes get in close contact with him. As long as he doesn't work and sits there quietly, I won't be afraid. He wears the same navy robe all year round, wearing a dark gray apron with many stains on it and a tile-blue hat. His skin is dark, his chin is pointed, his forehead is raised like a stream, and there are many wrinkles in his eyes. His eyes narrowed when he laughed, and his teeth were a little yellow. What impressed me was that his hands were as rough as bark, layer by layer. Every time I put money into his hand, he will pass me a packet of delicious popcorn with these trembling hands. Haha, now you know, he is the old man who fried popcorn.

However, as I grow up, I am not afraid of him now. Sometimes I would stand next to him and watch him keep shaking the handle with his rough hands until the rice in the stove was cooked. Then I heard the "bang" that I was afraid of when I was a child, and then I could smell the thick fragrance of popcorn.

This is a stranger I know. Although I often see him, I don't know his name and seldom talk to him. Every evening, when I see him packing his things and stirring up the stove with a pole, his short camel-like figure gradually fades away, I will think: where is his home? I also want to say to him, "Grandpa, come back tomorrow and let me smell the delicious popcorn again."

Familiar Stranger Composition 4 Little things often happen in life, and that ride made my heart ripple. Because I feel the love from strangers.

It was a day of winter vacation and it snowed heavily. I just finished performing in the Children's Palace and arrived at the station with the one yuan my mother gave me.

It is not easy to wait for a bus on snowy days. It took about fifteen minutes for the bus 10 to come slowly from a distance. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, I was crowded into the bus by the crowd

"Aunt, I'm going to Shahe." I went to get the money as I spoke. "Here you are." I took the one yuan my mother gave me and handed it over. "A dollar is not enough! Two go to Shahe! " Aunt didn't good the spirit said. "Isn't it a piece?" "get up! You don't know! " Aunt gave me a white look. "I, I am a dollar. Otherwise, stop and I won't sit. " "Can't stop!" Aunt said impatiently, "What car do you have no money to take?" After being told by my aunt, my face burned at once and I felt that the whole car was staring at me. "Aunt, I really only have one dollar. Can I go to Shahe? " "No, there is a dollar to sit for a dollar. Get off at Shi Hao! " "But, but ..." I want to say that it takes at least 40 minutes to walk from Shi Hao to Shahe. It's still snowing, but the tears in my eyes make me speechless. "But what! You want to take the bus without money! Hey! " "Why is this conductor like this?" "Yes, what can I do with the extra dollar?" "The child is not big. What happened to taking her to Shahe?" "Can you die without a dollar?" There was a lot of talk in the car, and there were constant accusations. After listening to these words, my heart is warm. At this moment, an old woman came from behind. "Come on, I'll give the child a dollar to buy her!" ! You have no reason to let her go this time! "I turned my head and looked at grandma gratefully. Her gray hair sets off her kindness. Tears danced in the eye frame and finally flowed down. "Grandma, thank you! Thank you! ""don't cry, son! " Grandma got off the bus before I could say anything more. Looking at grandma's distant back, I felt a warm current gushing from my heart and flowing all over my body. ...

Every time I think of it, there will always be a warm current rushing all over my body, causing ripples in my heart lake, because in that cold winter, I felt the love from strangers. That winter stayed in my heart forever.

Familiar stranger composition 5 Familiar stranger, unfamiliar familiarity, finally stranded in the sea of people, in the years, it doesn't matter even if you live in vain.

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After the birds in the sky hurried over a beautiful arc, they disappeared quietly, leaving only an empty sky to sigh and a vague sense of deja vu. I also hurried to look for that familiar face in the world, and the more I looked, the more I found it. Time! Too hasty; Steps! I'm also in a hurry. The familiarity of yesterday is blurred today, and the breath of that day is only left to me to trace back.

The vast sea of people, relatively speaking, looks up, attracts attention, is confused and familiar, and is familiar and unfamiliar. The moment I thought about the past, all my expectations fell through. Once I looked at the blue sky outside the window, thinking about our laughter lying on the grass and pointing to the fantasy of white clouds in the sky. I have imagined the way of meeting countless times, but I have never thought about this scene.

Standing woodenly, watching the familiar figure stepping on strange steps, gradually getting away from his sight, I wanted to rush up and call her an alias that I had called countless times, but my steps seemed to be out of myself, staying in place and my eyes were empty.

Staring at the back away and disappearing into the corner.

Looking back indifferently, I let tears slide down my face, fall beside me, fall to the ground, and break into countless fine powders. ...

Memories flooded in, and we agreed to recognize each other at first sight whenever and wherever we met.

Mottled memories shook yesterday, feeling the pallor of commitment, seeping into my heart's thoughts, holding sadness and penetrating bone. It turns out that everything is just wishful thinking.

My horseshoe was a beautiful mistake. I'm not a returnee, I'm just a passer-by ... It turns out that everyone is a passer-by in their own life, no matter how long they stay, how deep their vows are.

If life is just like the first sight, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? Waiting for change, you will lose your heart, but you will lose your heart. At first glance, beauty is fleeting!

Time has passed and the years have changed, and we are finally familiar with a strange one.

The scenery is old, people's hearts have changed, and the origin of regression can't be found.

Familiar stranger composition 6 idle. I opened my classmates' records and read them again and again. The appearance of my classmates looms in my mind. Where are they now? I miss them very much.

Call, not at home; I want to write a letter, but unfortunately I don't have an address. The feeling of missing came up, and I seemed to see their innocent smiling faces, but they were so vague, just like in a dream. So, my nose hurts. ...

Why is this happening? Haven't you forgotten the last quarrel? I don't know. I can only think about the past desperately. When I'm done, I'll forget it after a while. I'm sorry. Are those words of "auld lang syne" just lies? Don't! I comforted myself: nothing, just haven't seen you for a while. What's the big deal? I have some regrets now. I regret that when I was with them, I only cared about playing and almost neglected my study. No, I don't regret it At least, I have so many good memories.

Yesterday's is over, and it can't be undone. Let's cherish the present, or we will regret it later. What happened this morning is very interesting. The cultural and recreational Committee members lead the song in front. I looked at her carefully: why haven't I seen her? It's been almost half a year since my classmate, and I haven't paid much attention to her before. I stared at her and remembered: she usually loves singing and eating snacks, and she is very lively ... Oh, I suddenly remembered that I have long been familiar with her!

Cherish it and don't let your classmates become your most familiar strangers.

A familiar stranger's composition 7 Maybe sometimes fate is such a coincidence that everything is just right.

I still remember meeting you for the first time because of an exam. You are one year older than me, and your position is right in my position. I didn't pay much attention at first, until the next day after the exam, you left a row of QQ numbers on the table. Out of curiosity, I wrote down your number one finger itch. Later, you told me that you only wrote it down because it was nothing, but I replied to you, and I added it to you because it was nothing.

I added you when I came back, but only you. You asked if you were there, I said yes, and then I got off the bus. Later, we talked twice, and then we didn't talk much. But in this way, two people with few words just avoided all the mistakes.

You told me later that if I added it and you didn't reply, you would delete me. I just replied to you. Later, I told you; "Once I emptied a few friends who didn't talk much, but I didn't see you." So we stay on each other's lists.

Sometimes it's really fate. Even though we were in the same school and never met, we still became best friends.

Tell me about you. What about you? Through chatting, I found that you are a little proud and a little naughty. Skin, to be exact. We often talk to each other, and the occasional anger is only temporary. Generally speaking, it's just a bunch of words, some chatting. But more often, I was listening, because when I first started chatting with you, I felt that I couldn't get in a word at all. Although you are looking at my hair, I think my hair is not as white as mine, so I will listen to you. But in a word, you have also brought me a lot of influences, both good and bad. But the good ones are in the majority.

But sometimes you are a little stubborn. What you don't have can be said as if it really exists, which makes people feel at a loss. Obviously, there is a lot to explain to you, but the explanation is meaningless. But we will always continue to talk about this friendship in another way. Maybe we are all neurotic people.

I have to say that sometimes fate is so coincidental that people who will never know each other clearly know each other and become good friends.

It's not long before your birthday, I'll tell you in advance; Happy birthday.

Familiar stranger composition 8 "Selling farm eggs! Five yuan a catty! "

Oh, it seems that the old man selling eggs is here again. On my way home every Friday, I hear this familiar cry of selling.

Since I moved here, I have seen this old uncle come here to sell eggs every Friday. He often sits on the grass in light blue clothes and black trousers, with a basket in front of him, which contains eggs. Although he is sixty years old, his brow is full of vitality.

I don't know how many years he has been selling eggs here. I only know that raising chickens and selling eggs is his way of life.

The old uncle is friendly to people and sincere in business. He doesn't deliberately say how good his eggs are and how authentic they are as farm eggs, but every time someone asks with a questioning face, "Is it really a farm egg?" Only a few dollars a catty? "Old uncles are very sincere and simply say with a smile:" Of course, I was born of chickens raised in the village. It's just that I think this price is enough for living. People should always know how to satisfy ... "

At this moment, the old man's backlit figure looks very calm.

Another sunny day, the old man sat on the grass selling eggs as usual. Holding money in his hand, although not much, made the old uncle who had just sold four pounds of eggs smile.

At this moment, an old beggar who had never seen before appeared. With silver hair, a cane in one hand and a bowl in the other, I hobbled under a shabby black package. This old beggar, not much older than his uncle, walked alone on the road at dusk. Whenever he sees a passerby, he goes begging-but few people pay attention to him. The old uncle seemed to see the loneliness and begging in the eyes of the old beggar, grabbed the money in his hand, gritted his teeth and went to the old beggar and put it in the bowl. The old beggar looked grateful. The old uncle said, "Alas, people still have to be self-reliant." Hearing this, the old beggar nodded thoughtfully.

After the old beggar left, the old uncle sighed and sat on the grass to continue selling his eggs. ...

Somehow, the image of the old man selling eggs always lingers in my mind, so strange and familiar.

Why is there not a good dinner?

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14 years ago, I came to this world and became a member of the vast global village.

12 years ago, when my mother was driving me downstairs to bask in the sun, I happened to meet my aunt in the opposite building, pushing you for a walk, and they started talking. Although we don't understand them, they seem to have a lot to say.

Eleven years ago, I officially met you. At that time, we can still run and play and say a few words that are not even connected. We are new here and strange to the new world. We often get hurt when we fall and roll, and get up again and again by comforting each other.

10 years ago, we all went to kindergarten and were able to run and communicate fluently in ignorance. We are often seen running around the yard. Laughing and fighting. Occasionally, we will go into a vegetable garden to hide and seek; Sometimes, we will forget to play with toys. In memory, more often than not, we are playing with plastic broadsword majestically ... Time seems to stand still at this wonderful stage-one stop is three years.

Seven years ago, you moved away and lived in a high-end closed community. I still live there. Although you will come back every week and I will come to see you, our relationship seems to be gradually cooling down.

Five years ago, I was moving out, too. Looking at everything familiar, I tasted the taste of "giving up" for the first time in my life. Our contact is getting less and less, and we can only meet once every few weeks. Every time I see you, you are playing computer. I obviously feel that you have changed.

Three years ago, I entered junior high school.

Two years ago, when you came to see me, you were already a big man about 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than me, and weighed 180 Jin. The tenderness of your childhood has disappeared without a trace. I'm glad to meet you, but I can't say a word. You talk a lot. I didn't sink until you left. You are so familiar and so strange.

I really hope we meet for the first time at this time, and then let time to go back, from strange to familiar.

On the first day of the new semester, a large number of students poured into the school. In the corner of the school gate, there was the sound of sweeping the floor. Don't look, it must be Xiao Li, the school worker.

Xiao Li is so busy that he has no time to drink water. My hair is a little messy, I am not tall, and my back is a little hunched. He likes laughing very much. No matter who he is to, there is always kindness to the students in his eyes. Almost every day, I wear a black suit, a pair of worn gloves and a pair of dirty sports shoes. You can see him working anywhere on campus at any time.

He is very diligent. Sometimes the teacher asks him to repair or clean, which is always cruel. But he never complains, and he is always greeted with a simple smile. Fast speed and good quality, even so, it still gets cold eyes and ridicule from teachers and students.

However, what impressed me the most was Xiao Li's broom every winter.

Cold winter, biting wind, dry air and smog are even more frightening. The students who entered the school all wore masks and heavy down jackets. Even the security guards in heavy coats hid in the room. But Xiao Li is wearing a thin jacket and gloves, and his feet are still a little dirty. His face flushed, he didn't know whether it was cold or hot, and he gasped. Holding a broom, cleaning on the concrete floor, you can hear it from a distance, but no one cares about him. He works selflessly and regards these things as important as eating. He saw me coming and smiled. It was the first time he smiled at me.

Every time we see him, we always smile at each other, and then he goes on working.

Familiar stranger composition 1 1 "The most familiar stranger" When you see this topic, the first thing that comes to mind is your strange and familiar figure.

Once upon a time, you and I were so close and familiar. We go home shoulder to shoulder every day, chase each other after class and tell each other two little secrets from time to time. Time flies, we graduated, and you are leaving me. On graduation day, we agreed to be good friends for life and never leave. At that time, we foolishly thought that the boundary between space and time could not stop long-term friendship.

At the beginning, we invited each other to go out to play on weekends and never missed the opportunity. Although we can't meet every day, our friendship has always been there.

The final exam is coming, and the number of meetings with you is getting less and less. Call once in a while, just to ask about your study. Gradually, gradually, your back is blurred in my mind, and your voice is gradually unfamiliar to me.

It's winter vacation at last, and we can play as carefree as primary school, but when I see you again, you are so strange that I almost didn't recognize you. I really want to talk to you, but I find that what you and I are talking about is not a topic; I really want to spend some time with you, only to find that we are all going to Peiyou. Reluctantly leave, watching your distant back, I think, maybe we are no longer familiar with it!

"ah! * * * Is there? "

"She went to class. What do you want with her? "

"Oh ... Oh, nothing."

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I finally had time to call you, but suddenly I found that we were trapped in two different worlds, like two strangers, and we just said "hello!" " "

We used to be such good friends, but in the end we were polished by time. Seemingly strange strangers suddenly understand that familiarity and strangeness are actually synonyms, but they only use different time.

I have a classmate who has endless advantages and disadvantages. Sometimes she makes me jealous, and sometimes she bores me. Why? Her evaluation is that she is better than me and gets more care than me. After all, she is new here. Why do so many people care about her? I really don't understand why the head teacher is like this. Is it "eccentric"?

Only the teacher likes her in the class, and all the other students have their own hobbies.

She is a good girl, with good grades and loyalty. I remember the last paper in our unit, and she won the first place in the exam. However, she didn't put it away in obscurity, but what? (She is showing off everywhere, saying that she won the first place in the exam or something) She did badly in the exam, so she put it away. When someone asks her (also to show off), she will reply, "Good luck in the exam." It's so irritating. It makes people angry to think about it.

Showing off me is occasional, and she, alas, shows off good things in front of us.

Another time, what did the teacher do to mobilize the whole class? The story goes like this: She wore a silver necklace with a silver shoe in front, which was probably dropped while skipping rope. Then she found the class during the break, but she hasn't found it yet. Finally, I cried in the classroom seat. I made a bet with my best friend (nothing) that the teacher would definitely let the whole class look for her when she saw her crying. As I expected, the teacher asked the whole class to look for it and found it. The smile came back.

She also likes to make her own decisions.

Last time my best friend's birthday, we went to celebrate, because we couldn't do it without asking her (next door). It happened to rain that time and everyone got wet. Before the host spoke, she went downstairs and took some paper. Instead of ignoring her and taking other people's things without the owner's consent, this is a thief. But she also casually said, "It's fine, nothing."

This is the stranger I know best. I really don't understand what the teacher thinks and why she is so good. Can't I be a monitor than a vice monitor? There are many things that can't be written on paper. Oh, it's really irritating.

The most perfect memory of the past, the familiar stranger composition 13, you have gradually left me. Rub your eyes gently, only vaguely remember the vague back. I'm with you now. Just a stranger, even a shallow smile is pale and powerless ... you who used to be familiar with me have already passed away quietly. Slowly open the dusty diary, the laughter recorded in it has already become melancholy ... Today, I met you speechless, haggard and unwilling to stare at the strong memory that taught me in the past, and quietly disappeared. Speaking quietly constitutes the past, and the scenes of the past are gathered and fixed.

Now that I'm with you, my tears fade away. Do you feel lonely because of helpless deception? You are so far away that I can't get close to you. At such a close distance, I can only smile and recall ... I can't tell if I lost only friendship, and I can't tell if I only pity the beauty of the past. I used to care about you most. Where is he? Chew the information sent by the mobile phone carefully, and the words of concern have long been boring.

Now I'm with you, and I don't listen or talk. Only the bleeding heart secretly cried there. I used to think I knew you. Where is he? In the drizzle, I looked at you in confusion, familiar and unfamiliar, and I found with relief that I only knew your illusion.

Now I'm with you, without sorrow or sorrow. Only a face of indifference and helplessness. I used to be the most attached to you. Where is he? A person can still feel your figure when walking, and the attachment to you has been blown away by the autumn wind.

Today, you and I have no tacit understanding and no natural connection. Only those dull eyes are still waiting for me to look forward to your renewed smile and your past gentleness. Wipe your tears alone on a cold night, close your eyes and be surrounded by your words. Maybe there are always too many memories I can't give up when I was with you in the past, and there are always too many sweetness lingering in my heart. Now it seems appropriate. In the past ... there was not a trace of gloom in the sky we cared about, but now,

I'm with you now. Only bitterness, only lips, our starry sky has not crossed the meteor for a long time. Maybe this is fate, which makes me like this ... the most familiar stranger.

Familiar stranger composition 14 in the journey of life, I always believe this sentence: the biggest change is change!

Yes, the senior high school entrance examination undoubtedly illustrates this truth. One exam, seven papers, scattered Sandy students who have been classmates for four years. Once upon a time, the figure of killing each other in the past and the voice of cursing each other have now become the most unwanted memories; Friends and brothers who used to talk about everything and share joys and sorrows became the most familiar strangers on the big stage of China Recruitment.

I remember once saying that no matter whether the future is adversity or prosperity, graduation is not the end; Whether it is a thorn or a beauty, we are friends for life and will always be together in the future! However, in just a few months, many of us have gradually forgotten those sincere vows in the past-I remember many times that when we walk on the same road, we no longer give each other a big hug and smile. More often, we pretend to be strangers, even worse than strangers, and play games with new friends with indifferent eyes. It turns out. I think many people may ponder: what kind of gravity and hormone molecules make so many people become the most familiar strangers?

Someone once said, "The person who once made you laugh the most brilliantly now makes you cry the most sadly." However, no matter family friendship or love, there have been some beautiful years, but after losing them, people will always cry. Many times, many people inadvertently become so-called strangers with the most familiar people, strangers, not strangers, just familiar strangers.

The biggest change in life is change!

After graduation, he stood on my left and another tall man stood on my right when shooting a familiar stranger's composition 15. Click, like an icon of a telephone signal, the photo was printed in the yearbook and in my mind.

That day, he smiled, revealing a pair of big dies.

His surname is Gao and he is short, but he is older than me. I often make fun of him for this, and he always laughs, showing his big die and saying, "Concentration is the essence." After that, he beat his chest with a boxer: "Don't worry, it will be higher than you next year."

We don't have much contact at ordinary times, and sometimes we talk about some problems and games. It's easy to chat with him. After all, I can talk to him without looking up.

Once, I went to his house to be a tabloid, and he was alone at home, warmly entertaining me. After reading the tabloids, I learned the skill of writing brush from him. He wrote "Preface to Lanting Collection" and I wrote "Yin Fujing", which was fun.

On one birthday, just after the first class, he went to my seat, handed me a fine hot wheels car and shouted, "Happy birthday to Fan Baozi!" I am surprised that he regards me as a friend, but I don't know when his birthday is. I thanked him and said, "Be taller, grow taller quickly!" " Say that finish, I smiled.

He also showed his big dice.

I still put the car in the most conspicuous position in the window, because it was a gift from a stranger I know best.