Nice to meet you. Write 500 words.

In daily life or work and study, everyone often comes into contact with composition. Writing a composition is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my collection of 500 words about how good it was to meet you. Welcome to draw lessons from and refer to. I hope it helps you.

Nice to meet you. 500 words 1 "Hello, Dad, are you coming to pick me up?" After school, I called my father as usual, but my grandmother's voice on the other end of the phone said, "Come to the hospital to see your newborn brother!" " Your father will pick you up soon. "

On the way to the hospital, I imagined the scene of meeting my brother and the way my lovely brother looked at me. Finally entered the ward.

There is only one bedside lamp on in the room, besides my mother lying in bed and my aunts standing beside me, there is also a waist-high crib wrapped in layers of cotton cloth, which is my brother! I pretended to be normal and greeted my aunts. My heart kept beating violently, and I moved to the bed step by step. In the dim light, he fell asleep, his stomach gently falling together, his eyes still not open, his long eyelashes and his cute little mouth tightly sipped, as if he were smiling slightly. I looked at his smile as if I saw those happy days in the future.

He couldn't call his sister when he was two months old, but every time I held him and talked to him, he always grinned, responded to me in a baby's tone, held my index finger in his soft little hand, and looked at me with a pair of shiny big eyes, and his black pupils were full of smiles.

"Mu Mu, give your sister a smile" is a sentence I often say to him. Every time, he will open his mouth and smile silently. When you want him to giggle, you must scratch his stomach. His big eyes became small when he laughed. His two little hands seemed to push me away, but they were helpless and could not compete with me after all. Looking at his smiling face, my heart seems to melt as sweet and beautiful.

Dear Mu Mu, meeting you has added a lot of laughter to my world. It’s lovely to see you.

Nice to meet you. Friendship is a pearl. When you put them together, they will become crystal clear. Friendship is a drop of nectar, which comes together to synthesize freshness; Friendship is a blooming flower. Combine them, and it becomes a beautiful flower.

I remember that Duan Duan and I were assigned to the same class at the beginning of the first year of junior high school. Of course, there are several boys. We are both primary school classmates of each other, so I played with her and had a good time. I'm not good at math. She always helps me with my math. Whenever she helps me with my math, the smile on my face seems to tell me that it's nice to meet you.

From then on, we became inseparable friends. Every day and night, we can see two inseparable figures wandering on the road. Even a cold joke can keep grinning on the road.

At school, you have a wide network of contacts and contacts, and you often drag me to other classes to "drop in". I remember that once Mr. physical education class wanted to take the 8 100 exam and thought, "Oh, my God, I'm finished". What I fear most is the PE teacher's phrase "Get on the runway". When you see my expression, you say, "I'm afraid I'm in the top ten, so you can tighten me up later." Nice to see you again.

"Well, then you have to hold me." I said with a smile. With a whistle, the girls ran out like arrows. The first lap, the second lap was ok, and the third lap made me unable to hold on. She held out a handsome hand in front of me and said, "Hold me." She said, in this way, I held her hand and ran the remaining two laps, with good results.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, we are already in the second day of junior high school, and suddenly look back. Fortunately, in the past covered by years, you have been accompanied by more than family, and those prosperous sorrows have finally become blank, leaving only the flowers of youth. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. 500 words and 3 words carrying a heavy burden and full of problems, walking on the way home. 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 500 words 4 Dear: DOG.

Now it seems that we are ordinary online friends. But you are a part of my heart. I don't know who I am in your eyes, but I don't think it matters.

I don't know how I met you, maybe it's because of fate. There are peaches, milk tea, liners and so on in your world, and I am also very self-aware. Maybe you don't care about me, you're just using me. But I also want to be that fool.

The person you like remembers a hopeless love with her last youth.

Fate let me meet you, so I hope to lead you out of the source of pain. Look at the way you cry, so lonely and arrogant, I think I can't help but want to go up and give you a hug.

I want to rely on you. I am so eager for hope at the age of fourteen.

I am stupid, but I am really happy.

Goodbye, DOG. Goodbye this time.

Sometimes fate is a magical thing, and I have never been so grateful for its tolerance to me. Although those regrets, regrets and thoughts have no chance to say. I won't talk about it. It let me know that I am no longer obsessed with an answer, and I am no longer afraid to face myself. Stop blaming him.

"Can we still be friends?"

"Be the kind of friend who will never contact again!"

We left each other the most splendid freedom. In those relaxed, peaceful and dark futures, maybe others will go further with me with fresh hearts and shining eyes, dreams and love! "

Dye and write

August 24(th)

Nice to meet you. 500 words 5 Open the photo album and look at the photos. The location is different, the scene is different, but the above two words have never changed. Close your eyes, my mind is full of interesting things that you and I have experienced together.

You are the best friend I have ever met. I always like to call you "Little Fatty". Every time I hear it, I will run away angrily, and the result of running away is inevitably listening to your nagging. After a long time, I can't get used to it if I can't hear it.

I remember when I was in primary school, I sat at the same table with you. Your desk is always full of all kinds of snacks, which you eat on your way to school, after school and after class. Even when the teacher is not paying attention, I will secretly take a few bites. At this time, I couldn't help coughing to remind you that the teacher was watching you, but you turned your head and handed me the snack in your hand, and then looked at me with a wink, as if to ask: ". So, after class, we were "gloriously" invited to the office by the teacher.

Study together, cook together, go crazy on the playground together ... so we spent our primary school time. But that's how fate plays tricks on us. I still remember that the weather was fine that day, the sun was shining with warm sunshine, and everything was so beautiful. But when I saw you, you looked weak and tired. Your family will move to other places because of your father's work. We cried together that day, and we were very sad, so we caught a cold. My mother ordered me to stay at home for a week. Later, when I got well, I got the news that you moved away. I called you, you answered, you asked me how I was, and I answered, OK. At this moment, my tears came down, but I still pretended to chat with you easily. We agreed to go to the usual place after the holiday, and if we have anything to say, we will call or write to each other and promise to be friends forever.

Now, we still keep in touch. We call every weekend and receive letters from each other every month. We exchange good learning methods, talk about happy things and pour out our frustrations. It was really fun!

It’s lovely to see you. Not brothers, better than brothers. In the days to come, we must continue to encourage each other, make progress together, and strive for the university to meet again!

Nice to meet you. 500 words 6 cold meets warm, rainy; Winter meets spring, and there are years; When heaven and earth meet, there will be eternity. And I met you, this book, and had a wonderful encounter.

When I was a child, I liked reading very much. My mother often takes me to the bookstore. Looking at the books overflowing with ink on the bookshelf, the seeds germinated in my heart. At that time, I was young and illiterate, so it was very difficult to study. More often, my mother teaches me pronunciation and literacy. Every time, although I nodded in a daze and couldn't fully understand the meaning of the article, my interest in reading was out of control.

When I grow up, I am more interested in reading. Sometimes I applaud the twists and turns in The Romance of Three Kingdoms, sometimes I sweat for the narrow escape of Tang Sanzang and his master and apprentice in The Journey to the West, and sometimes I admire the hero's strong perseverance in Robinson Crusoe. ...

Now, there is a dream of red mansions on my pillow. Those sad words, sometimes like a song soaked in clear water, sometimes like a ridge moistened by rain, sometimes like a pebble washed by a stream, sometimes make my heart surge, sometimes make me extraordinarily quiet, and sometimes make me feel moved and refreshing. Whether it is the love tragedy of Bao, Dai and Chai, or the rise and fall of a big family, I am fascinated, intoxicated and unable to extricate myself. Gradually, I finally understood that "it's no use just talking about a dream of red mansions and reading all the poems." She is like a huge treasure house, always waiting for me to dig!

Book, how nice to meet 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 domestic news, and expressed your own speculation on a topic-I listened quietly.

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 an expert in mind reading.

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 others nag me like this, I won't listen any more, but you, your grandfather, have given me such a kindness-it's not that I don't know the shortcut to go home, but you move 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."

On a rainy evening, under the umbrella corner, there are crystal drops of water.

Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. You are my good "partner" and my greatest hobby. You are the quintessence of China, and you also recorded an exciting historical story-the Battle of Chu and Han. Tell the story of the battle that set the world with those 32 pieces.

At the age of 4, I have entered a new starting point-learning. I don't know whether I am influenced by my family or I am curious about the people who play chess in the street, so I chose to learn China Chess. I bought a lot of chess books and played chess with my grandfather at home. As time went by, my chess skills advanced by leaps and bounds unconsciously. Although I only know a few tricks, for a 4-year-old child, such impressive achievements are enough to make him proud among his peers. But I'm not proud. I still study hard.

When I was at school, I didn't give up studying and practicing chess because of my study. I didn't put down my homework or chess. In this case, I still insisted on learning chess, and my good luck followed: the school organized regional chess trials and I participated in the competition. Although I am a little old, my strength is not worse than that of my big brothers. I "cut through the customs" and went all the way to the semi-finals. But there are two older brothers who are better than me, and both of them surpass me. I can only watch "No.1" and "No.2" pass by, and I can only "explore flowers". But for me, this is the first time to harvest the seeds sown at the age of 4, and I am naturally excited. But it didn't reach the highest point. "I still have a long way to go in chess." I thought to myself. So, I study chess harder.

Just entering junior high school, looking back: I have experienced many "harvest seasons". Looking at autumn scenery outside the window, I can't help but think of my past progress; Looking to the future: I believe that success must belong to those who work hard. And I, I believe, must be the one who wants to succeed.

Chess, how many happy moments and unforgettable memories you let me have. Chess, nice to meet you!

Nice to meet you. I can't help but stop when I see you in bud.

At that time, you were exquisitely carved, with no traces of dirt all over your body, white in the middle and yellow in the middle. Some of your sisters are pure yellow and some are pure white. Some of them are in bud, some are in full bloom, some have withered, leaving only a small flower seed and a few pale yellow flowers. I came across you. You are so beautiful and lovely. Although you haven't bloomed yet, people have thought of your beautiful face when you are open. Before I came near you, I vaguely smelled the faint fragrance coming from you, which seemed to be white and elegant.

I leaned down to take you away, but I couldn't bear to, so I didn't do that. I think, if you blossom, it must be beautiful. I want to see you blossom.

I don't know how long it will take me to come to your side again. This time, I came to see you specially. As soon as I arrived, a faint fragrance came to my face, and I immediately beamed. I know that's why you finally opened up. I saw you again, you are really beautiful, beautiful. My happiness can't be expressed in words. At the same time, I am also lost, because when you bloom, you are greeted by withering. I appreciate your beauty and record it. I deeply impressed your most beautiful appearance in my mind and engraved it on my drawing board, so that I won't forget you.

Now is your best time. After the glory, it will wither. Before that, you try your best to make flower of life more brilliant and show the dignity of your flowers. After your failure, I planted your seeds carefully in the flowerpot, hoping that you can come back here again.

It's good to meet you. Although you are a humble honeysuckle, you will have a faint fragrance when you are near it, but you have explained a truth with your short and vigorous life: no matter how long your life is, you must be beautiful and brilliant, and be the best you can, so as not to waste a trip to the afterlife.

Nice to meet you. It's good to meet you in 500 words. Every time I get below 90 in the exam, you come to comfort me with what you have learned. Although you are laughed at by more or less boys and girls every day, you are not sad, but use your clever mouth to answer their vulgar and obscene words. Obviously, you treat life calmly, never quarrel with those dirty classmates, but silently read your favorite extracurricular books in your own position. Whenever I have nothing to do after class and glance at you while walking, you will definitely ignore me, but continue reading without external interference and concentrate on reading.

I remember that once a classmate in our class was injured and bled all over the floor. You were always the first to report to the class teacher. After seeing the injured classmate off at the school hospital, you were the first to rush back to the classroom and wipe off the blood with a wet mop. I saw this series with my own eyes and turned you into a star and role model in my heart. I always run back and forth when I meet something. In the corridor of the campus, there will always be traces of your flying over again and again.

Whenever I meet people with poor grades, I will always help them enthusiastically, so as to launch a series of teaching guidance with the students with poor grades. You will always help them enthusiastically, smile at the students with poor grades, educate and guide them with your smart mouth, and make the students with poor grades feel better from the depths and have self-knowledge.

Whenever the bad classmates next to me bully you, I can't help but want to help you get rid of all this sewage and your dirty bag. Your stress will go up in smoke, and sooner or later, the light will light up your shining future! It’s lovely to see you. Yuan!

You have helped me and countless people. Let the light shine on your bright road! Yuan! Help others, thank you! Nice to meet you, Yuan!

Nice to meet you. 500 words 1 1 Meeting is a magical arrangement and the beginning of everything. In a sense, everything in the world meets: just like cold meets warm, there is rain; Spring meets winter, and there are years; Heaven and earth meet, and there is eternity; People meet and have life. ...

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I have been a member of Class 5 since I was placed in the fourth grade, and I have never left. Looking back on my life in Class Five in the past two years, I feel too much emotion in my heart. ...

Making a bamboo raft, singing resounds through the sky.

At the end of the fourth grade, our Class Five participated in a sailing summer camp around the island road. It was an activity with bamboo rafts as the main content. We first made a bamboo raft out of bamboo poles, and then tied the four corners with knots. When tying bamboo, we learned to tie cross knots and square knots. These two knots are not only beautiful, but also strong. Finally, we in Qi Xin held the whole bamboo raft high, and the coach stood among us and tied the bucket with a rope. In this hot summer, our Class 5 proudly sang "Shaolin Hero". This high-pitched singing voice is clear and bright in the vast sea and resounds through the sky. In the evening, there is still a quarter of an hour before sunset. The bamboo raft of Class Five of ours has withstood the test of the whole class and returned home in triumph. Thank Class Five for giving me the joy of success!

Standing on the platform, Class Five shows the campus.

At the closing ceremony of the fifth-grade art festival, we proudly stood in the center of the stage and sang the class songs, but what we saw was: alternately squatting, snapping our fingers, stamping our feet and dancing. But when we saw the bright smiles of parents and teachers, we were even more excited. The audience was full of passion and applause was endless. Drums break changhong, and the piano clanks proudly.

The sunshine in early summer is full of hope, joy and enthusiasm, and it is full of the whole May. One activity after another closely linked me with Class Five. In this warm group, there are classmates, teachers and parents who are busy before the show, and there is silent care and companionship, which reveals the strong cohesion of our class everywhere! I believe that the future will be wonderful, and our new generation will lead the starring role. Thank Class Five for giving me the confidence and strength to move on!

Class five, thank you, your. See you. Nice to meet you!

Nice to meet you. 500-word composition 12 bleak autumn wind. A new life was born in the cold moonlight. That was the first time we met. At that time, I thought you were the most important person in my life.

As soon as I opened my blurred eyes, I was beaten and cried by the nurse. I was sent to your hand, and you held me in your hand. Sweat on my face soaked my skirt, filled with tension and joy, and I read in my mouth: "Baby doesn't cry, baby doesn't cry!" " "I opened my eyes and looked at the joy on your face, which I will always remember. Open your mouth, there are two dimples on your red face, and your eyes seem to be shining with excited tears.

A few years later, you go out to work and go home once in a long time. I only live with my mother. Once after school, I didn't see my mother around the school doorman, so I was going back to the classroom first. The second I turned around, I heard someone calling my name, familiar and unfamiliar. I turned around curiously and saw you at a glance. You are so different: gray work clothes and yellow helmet, I can't see black "cement shoes", bright smile, white teeth, and so on. I rushed over and threw myself into the warm chest I had spent as a child. Sunflowers in my heart seemed to have sunshine, so I held my head high. After a "dark night", the sun and the sunflower met again.

When I entered middle school, I began to pay attention to image, which is fashion. I took off my winter clothes as soon as I entered the spring, but I didn't know that my body could not bear the huge temperature difference. Soon, I caught a bad cold. I'm lying in bed and you're sitting at the head of the bed. You asked me, "Are you hungry?" I said, "I want to drink papaya porridge." You got up and left. "hey!" You turn around and look puzzled. "Put more papaya!" I tried to squeeze out a smile. You smile back at me, and your eyes are full of love, as if a bright star is shining.

Your smile and turn around are different transformations of many "you", but you will always cherish the smile of a father behind you and make it the title page of your life. It was the first time we met, and it was also the beginning of our meeting. ...

Nice to meet you. Composition 500 words 13 A girl, she seems to have a magic power, which can keep my world full of bright sunshine.

"Hey, running in such a hot day is simply worse." I complained and walked slowly. Well, I'm too timid to disobey the teacher's instructions. After only one lap, the bean-sized sweat dripped from my forehead, dripping down my cheeks and hitting the runway. I got bored at once. The students are sweating and complaining. A figure flashed to me. It's her. She leaned close to me and smiled at me with her head tilted. In the blink of an eye, she won't start telling jokes again. Sure enough, she smirked and said, "Sweating is a good thing! Can contribute to the earth! Anxious ... equivalent to hot water or cold water, can help you take a bath! This is called water-saving resources! " She deliberately dragged a long note, her mouth slowly rose and she looked at me with a smile. There are two dimples embedded in her mouth, just like two elves dancing on her face. I feel very comfortable in an instant, and I can't help but raise my mouth. Eyebrows and eyes are smiling, and the smile overflows my white face. My heart is full of happiness, and my mouth always says "Cough! Cough! " Noise, laughing makes me breathless!

On that day, the sun was like running water and spilled all over the floor, and the world was bright. I went to the campus book bar with her to read books. When I was swimming in the sea of books, my eyes suddenly opened up, my mouth rose unconsciously, my mouth rose slightly, my smiling muscles rose involuntarily, like water lilies after a summer rain, with crystal beads, and I nodded shyly and gracefully. And she seems to see my pleasure in tasting the delicious food in the book. Her face is cheerful, like a quiet crescent moon, her eyes are clear as blue waves, full of happiness, and she blinks mischievously, as if to say to me, "How about communicating?" There is a bookish air in the brow. In careful communication, our laughter is like a string of happy notes, half floating to the sky and half floating to the ground; Jingle like a string of silver bells, half into the river and half into the clouds. The book is full of echoes.

It’s lovely to see you. Knowing you is a kind of luck; It's nice to be with you. My friend Lin Jingwen.

Nice to meet you. 500 words 14 Rows of turbulent waves beat the dust in my heart, and my inspiration was hurt by the waves, leaving me naked and pale. Time is full of dark regrets. Without the bearing and grace of the past, my eyes are stationed in the past and the future. I still remember an incident that happened a few years ago, which made me very happy to meet you.

Rain, it is falling. I stood at the bus stop, looking anxiously at the direction of the bus, thinking; Did this car marry a snail today? Oh, what bad luck.

I looked down at myself, my clothes were wet by the rain, and I clung to my body tightly, as if I had stuck a kind of super glue. My body is trembling slightly, and my whole body is tightening. At this time, a little girl, only seven or eight years old, came across the road, holding a red umbrella and splashing some flowers at her feet. It stands out in the wind and rain. She came running, stood beside me, looked at me, gently moved her umbrella to my side and said strangely; "Elder sister, it's raining. Why didn't you bring an umbrella? " "Well, little sister, it didn't rain when I came out.

It's just a little cloudy. I thought I couldn't get off, and I was a little lazy, so I didn't bring it. I just arrived at the station and didn't know it was raining cats and dogs. "I said helplessly," elder sister. Then let's take an umbrella. " The little girl smiled innocently. After that, I moved my umbrella to my side and held it high. "I said excitedly little sister, thank you. "The people waiting for the bus at the station looked at us silently, and those with umbrellas quietly moved their umbrellas to those without umbrellas. At the moment, colorful and colorful "umbrella flowers" are blooming on the station. The drizzle in early spring floats like tears in the silent station, and everything that is familiar at ordinary times is poetic in the rain at the moment. And sometimes there is no love between people.

I didn't bring an umbrella with me yesterday, but no one will move it automatically. Buddha once said; "Looking back on 500 years in my last life, I got it by passing by in my life." Then how many times do we have to look back in this life in exchange for our meeting and acquaintance? I just want to say to you, "Nice to meet you."

Nice to meet you. Composition 500 words 15 When I was a child, I learned to recite my thoughts in the quiet night, so I remembered your name-Li Bai.

When I grow up, I know more about your poems, from "How the water of the Yellow River goes out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return" to "The Blue Line of the North Mountain and the White Song of the East Water". You are a great romantic poet in Tang Dynasty, and you are known as a poet.

You have left many famous works for future generations. For example, "the moon turns with the blue mountains, and the green mountains flow like the milky way, but it feels quiet." Another example is "Jinling is quiet and cool at night, the West Building is alone to see the Five Mountains, the white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops the beads and the autumn moon." The mountains, green waters, birds singing and bright moon in Datang are so vivid and beautiful in your pen. These pure, ethereal and clear poems made me feel like I saw a crystal clear landscape painting, and I was in it.

In Autumn at Camp Gate, I met a chivalrous man who fought the sword and walked the world.

When seeing your friends off, you only use colors and scenery descriptions to express your farewell. You draw a vast and beautiful picture at once with ease. I didn't see the word "farewell", but the end of my pen was clearly full of farewell feelings. From this, I met a poet who attached great importance to emotion and righteousness.

You have the heroic spirit of "colorful horses and precious jade, throwing the ground for wine", you also have the talent of "conquering the monarch and showing things to the left and right", and at the same time you have the talent of "screaming out of the sky, are we Artemisia people?"

Your influence on me lies not only in the edification of literature, but also in the help and inspiration of your poems and stories.

When I was a child, the story of "iron grinds into a needle" told me that we should be single-minded in everything, and only with a correct attitude and perseverance can we succeed. When I grow up, I learned this poem "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " . This poem taught me to regain my confidence. I can't give up hope because of a little setback, which gives me the courage and confidence to face failure.

There were many poets in your time, but you brought me the greatest. It is those famous books that let me know a bohemian and unknown you.

Li Bai, nice to meet you.