A short essay on the topic of chance encounter, 800 words.

There are many encounters in life, but a good encounter may be once or twice.

Beautiful encounters are always in the fallen leaves of the sunset, but my encounter with you is noisy, and I met you at that moment. Meeting you is accompanied by bitterness, pain and joy. When your wet and warm kiss fell on my forehead, we stared at each other and enjoyed the sweetness and happiness of that moment.

Time is like running water, flowing slowly through your fingers, silently. You have become more mature, and I have become sensible. I can't tell whether meeting and meeting are the same meaning, but I think meeting is full of expectations. Meeting is the name after meeting, and only a beautiful meeting will have a touching meeting.

I will always choose the sunset when you are waiting for an encounter, and enjoy your rich love in the messy and withered trees and in the sunset.

People will grow up and dance on their own stage when they grow up, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon and becoming the most successful performers on the stage. With faith, with your eternal love for me. Walking hand in hand with you on the "stage" road, I found a few silver wires jumping between your black hair, which was particularly prominent. My heart suddenly shrank to stone, telling you the source of the silver thread, trying to help you shovel hair and uproot it, but you turned me down and said, "Time will pass, you can't stay;" People will die. You can't stop them. Let it go, but make yourself happier. Although people are old, their hearts are young! " After listening to you tell me what I think is your life truth in a gentle tone, I think you are so great and pure white, and you will always be happy, just because you have a heart that will never age.

The meeting of Liang Zhu is beautiful. Although the result of the meeting is tragedy, the butterfly in Fly with Me is eternal. The encounter between the wind and the cloud is ethereal, because the wind and the cloud can never go hand in hand, but that persistence is God's kindness and can never be erased; My meeting with you is the wish and expectation of the other party. The result of meeting is neither sadness nor nostalgia, but eternity, hand in hand, and life and death are inseparable.

The encounter between a mother and every child is a gift from God, and so are you and me.

A look, an encounter, and a few glasses of light wine are all tender feelings. Everything starts with romance and ends with mediocrity. Looking back, all the past will always emerge in my mind and become a landscape next to the road of life. Or thick, or light, or noisy, or quiet …

Accustomed to the dull days, I like to leave two lines of dull footprints on my life track. Strong colors and noisy weather, but I prefer simple and elegant lightness and tranquility. Meeting is such a scenery.

Meeting is a short reunion in life, or under a tree by the roadside, or in a drizzle, or at a street stall. Long-lost joy always becomes quiet. God created man, so there are joys and sorrows in a sentimental world. The joy of meeting by chance is always better than the feeling of waiting for meeting. Maybe meeting will make the world a better place and more casual.

Meeting was once a memory, or sweet and warm, or sad and frustrated. Life has been in a hurry for decades, and we will always seek a new beginning and end the old one in life. Meeting is to open a bookmark of the past. Thousands of barriers between day and night will always disappear at the moment of meeting. All the smells of the past will surge in my heart. The mountains are vague, the water is vague, the dreams are vague, and the feelings are vague.

Meeting is a reflection on the past and the future. Tell us how to give up and teach us how to cherish. Perhaps in the face of the real world, it will be difficult for us to grasp everything in front of us. Occasional encounter may make us see the world more clearly, examine ourselves and enlighten our thinking.

In this way, day by day flows through the fingers, diluting the colors and memories. Only meeting is like fireworks in the night sky, perhaps only a moment of glory, but also the most pleasant stroke in a dull day.