Because of the composition I met.

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to writing. Through writing, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are the short articles I collected for you (generally 10). Welcome to share.

Because the composition 1 I met was the most beautiful in the midsummer of August, and I accidentally came across it, and it was about to be staged ...-Inscription.

The sun is full of enthusiasm, stupefied at the phoenix tree standing tall and straight on both sides of the road, blocking the sunshine of passers-by, spreading enthusiasm wantonly. The birds standing on the branches greeted and sang as expected, which calmed the anxiety caused by the enthusiasm of the sun.

Enter the designated dormitory, a hut for eight people, but it looks spacious.

That night, we gathered on the playground and looked around. All we see are faces in school uniforms. Receive military training together under the shining starry sky.

I met her neurotic here. She is chic, enthusiastic and cheerful, and doesn't care about other people's strange eyes. On the contrary, there is an indescribable color and brightness in the boring campus life.

We didn't even know each other's names after school started. In my eyes, she gave me a quiet and peaceful "illusion".

When I first arrived at school, I didn't know many people. For an active person like me, eating and walking alone is totally inappropriate. When I was eating alone, I met her who was lonely. I took the initiative to go over and said, "Let's go together in the future!" She looked up, we smiled at each other and became friends from then on.

We eat together, go back to the dormitory together, and train together. We have the same dream, encourage each other and talk to each other.

We have the same hobbies, watching cartoons, novels and chasing dramas. ...

During the military training, we took care of each other, or rather, she took good care of me because of my poor adaptability. Time is tight and there are many people here. Sometimes I am blind, anxious and uncomfortable, but she will always hold my hand and never let go. When I drink water, she will come and let me drink with a water bottle: military training is tiring, the sun is poisonous, so I drink more water.

On cloudy days, her leg hurts, and I will tell her to wear more clothes and not catch cold. She cried. I've never seen her cry. I tried to ask, but it was useless. Because I was all thumbs, I had to keep silent, and my knowledge stayed with her and walked forward. ...

Once at dinner, she asked me, "How is our relationship?" I didn't answer immediately. She added, "I think our relationship is very good." This sentence unconsciously warmed my heart and moistened my eyes.

In this season, in this school, in this strange place, I met the most beautiful you.

The meeting was not gorgeous, and the time and place were just right ...

It often takes only two people to say a word.

Because of the composition 2 I met, "Who will I meet and how can I get a dialogue?" The beautiful melody echoed in my mind, and I remembered the meeting with that flower when I first entered high school.

The afterglow of the setting sun casts mottled shadows on the trees through the branches, like swords and halberds.

Straight into my heart. Helplessness and loneliness are branded in my heart, and sadness has built the Great Wall of Wan Li before my eyes. The maladjustment of admission and yearning for leaving home made me unable to integrate into the new environment at all, and even had the idea of transferring.

A person, I only stay away from the military training team, sitting in a dark corner of the campus, tears flowing silently, but refused to fall on my face.

There seems to be a touch of purple in the trance. What is that? I wiped my tears and blinked at it. Oh, this is a little purple flower.

The water is tender, the petals are delicate, and the slender stamens are like mature girls, trying to get a panoramic view of the afterglow of the sunset. I was deeply attracted by the dazzling purple, but it didn't look like the color it should have in early autumn.

Bow your head and smell lightly, and a faint fragrance is sent into your nose by the autumn wind. Such a beautiful flower, the stem that gives nutrition must be green and full of vitality, right? But when I look around, it is only supported by a dying grass stalk.

At this time, the last ray of sunshine of the sunset shines on it. It is no longer a small flower supported by grass stems, but a magnificent picture of the flower season. It is willing to use its last life to bloom beautiful flowers in the neglected grass. Life goes by, stick to it.

A flower is still like this. As a person, what can I not do? Did you fall to the ground under the attack of the storm, or did you straighten up under the oppression of the wind, frost, rain and snow? No one can answer for you. Only by grasping the course of life and sticking to it will we finally meet the dawn of the ideal.

I never wanted to be a flower. Maybe I'm not and I won't be. But I prefer to learn the spirit of flowers-I don't flinch in the face of adversity or even death. For me, the ideal is to leave my hometown, and the pain is to sharpen. Life always tastes something unusual, bitter but sweet.

Thought of here, I dried my tears, put away my smile and walked to the military training team. ...

On that day, the dialogue with flowers was more of a dialogue with the heart. Today, I met a persistent flower; Tomorrow, I will meet a stronger self.

Because of the composition 3 we met, we will meet all kinds of people in this life, and that touch of orange makes me remember it still.

A few meters of sunshine jumped on the windowsill and I walked briskly up the stairs. I saw such a familiar orange at the corner.

He is a garbage collector at school. Every day at dawn, he drives a garbage truck and wears orange overalls, and travels around every corner of the campus to provide us with a clean and comfortable environment.

In the sun, he put orange sleeves on his arms, revealing a pair of dark and rough hands. Looking from a distance, it seems to be a dead and cracked old bark, silently telling the old man that he has experienced so many years of wind and rain.

I used to think that collecting garbage meant dumping the garbage in the trash can into the garbage bag. However, have I ever wondered how the leftover porridge and chewing gum can't stick together after a night of fermentation and a night of "struggle"?

His next move was completely out of my expectation, only to see him put his dark and rough hands into the black trash can and remove the "diehards" bit by bit with his hands.

The sewing thread on the orange sleeve danced with his movements in the sun, so gorgeous. Finally finished, sweat and ashes turned into "grey water" and slowly slipped down my cheeks. He didn't care, so he wiped off the sweat with orange sleeves.

Facing the sunshine, he showed a bright smile, which is the most beautiful smile in the world and the greatest praise for his labor achievements.

I have heard others talk about his experience: a few years ago, he was laid off, his wife suddenly became seriously ill, and his two children were still at school. Forced by his livelihood, he had to come to school to collect garbage, but no matter how life suppressed him, he never lost confidence in life and always had a bright smile on his face. I think that's why people call her "old fool".

Time flies, such as deep alleys and old streets. With the street lamp at dusk, it flows away quietly. He shuttled through the school and met many classmates and teachers.

Under the washing of time, many people will call him "Hello Grandpa" and "Hello Grandpa" after seeing him from the beginning. He will also smile and wave to them. This is also a beautiful encounter.

Sitting in the classroom, through the window, bright orange looms. I think: Time is like a green leather car of youth. Everyone will meet all kinds of people on the train. However, orange is the most beautiful color.

Because there is a kind of meeting that is active, it requires you to take the initiative to go out, get out of the comfortable circle and meet what you are looking for; Another kind of meeting is passive. Your environment is forced to change, and you have to meet new things. This encounter is also called "growth".

I have been afraid of bugs since I was a child, especially those that are too small to crawl, also known as "maggots". I once saw it on the bedroom wall. After reading it, I dare not go into my room for a year. Although that bug has been eliminated by my brother, I just dare not go in. It seems that the worm may come back from the dead as soon as it enters the room.

This week, the first holiday of high school, I went back to school. Thursday, a night as usual. I went back to the dormitory, opened the cupboard and took out a bag of milk. There seems to be something on the milk bag. When I looked intently, I threw away the milk and jumped one meter away from the cupboard. It's a bug! The bug that scares me the most! Why are there bugs on the milk bag! Other girls in our dormitory are also afraid of bugs, but I am most afraid of them. Before they noticed my strange behavior, I pushed open the cupboard door at the fastest speed in my life, picked up a small corner of the milk bag, rushed out of the dormitory, ran to the trash can and threw away the milk. I also shook my arm several times, and I always felt that bugs would climb on me. After confirming for a while, I trudged back to the dormitory. I don't know what to do! I can't tell them I'm wearing a wire, but it's in my closet. Even if I am afraid, I can't keep them awake.

I think this matter must end. Besides, I must end it myself! I encouraged myself, took a deep breath and opened the cupboard, where the bugs were! Less than half a meter away from me! At least ten! They're all crawling! Ah, I bit my index finger to stop myself from screaming. Fortunately, the light went out at this time, and no one could see my tears. I climbed into bed, huddled under the quilt, bit my wrist and cried silently. There are only three words in my mind: I'm afraid.

My mother is more than 300 miles away from me, and I can't move reinforcements, and my parents won't let me in. You can only rely on yourself.

After school at noon the next day, I went back to the dormitory and didn't go to eat-to kill bugs. As there was no one in the dormitory, I prepared fighting tools: toilet paper and broom. In order to give myself courage, I also recited a sentence from Mr. Lu Xun: a real warrior dares to face up to dripping blood and face up to a bleak life. However, does this bug have blood?

Finally, I won. I succeeded in overcoming my fear of bugs.

I met another possibility of mine: strong, brave and not afraid of bugs.

Because the composition 5 I met lives in a vast country with a population of 654.38+0.4 billion, you and I can meet in a campus. What a fate this is! It's rare to meet. I am lucky to meet you here-my mentor.

The first night I came to this school, just after dinner, I was "driven" to the playground, and you stepped on a loud "adjust your posture!" Here we go. By the dim light, I secretly saw that you are not tall and slightly fat, staring at us with a pair of eyes, not angry and arrogant, and behind you is the gas field of soldiers. Your eyes swept over, and I was so scared that I quickly withdrew my sight.

You are very strict. I still remember that on the first day of military training, you asked us to stand in the posture of soldiers and hit the floor to make every request: "Attention! Feet are open! Hold your head up! " The sun scorched us mercilessly, sweat kept running down our backs, and every inch of our skin seemed to be melting. We quietly raised our heads and wiped our sweat. Before we could clean it, your roar reached our ears: "What are you doing?" I can't stand it! What do you eat? Is this bitter? "The instructor's verbal' stick' attack made us both embarrassed and angry, complaining that you are too inhuman, complaining that you even have to report the sweat, complaining that it is your turn to have a voice, and complaining that the runners are very demanding.

It's your call. You will get up early every day and go to the dormitory to wake us up; Whether it is hot or rainy, you will train us; It is because we run irregularly and get angry in a hurry, and your slogan is getting hoarse every day. We have undergone relentless "torture" and training and retraining, so we have gained strong physique and perseverance and won the first place in the final performance of military training.

You are very naughty. You will make trouble when other instructors are training, and give students in other classes the opposite password to their instructors, which will make those students who make mistakes catch the dog's tail grass and even make us laugh deliberately for more points. During military training, you must rest. You will tease us and play small games together. At this time, with crooked eyebrows and sly smile, you will play tricks on us mischievously, laugh loudly when you succeed, and fight with us like a little boy and our big brother. Although the military training time is very short, we have established a sincere brotherhood.

No matter what you do, when you hear the whistle, you will immediately stand up and face the podium seriously ... there are too many memories about you. After the military training, you left, but everyone still has to talk about military training from time to time. Speaking of you, I really miss you. A classmate said to me, "I want to be an instructor." Take a grass. "

Today, I think of you again-familiar you, your wheat-colored skin, strong muscles, round and stocky figure, strict, responsible, naughty and unobtrusive. Here, I met you and became your soldier, your brother. It's very valuable to meet you.

As soon as I saw the title of the composition, there was a song in my ear: "Because I met you, everything was doomed." Because meeting you, let me know what confidence is.

You said, "Every big tree should receive sunshine, including wind and rain." Do you still remember the mid-term exam in Book Two of Grade One? You count me down, and I'm embarrassed to say it. I envy my classmates who do better than me. I know you have paid a lot and gained a lot. And I didn't pay as much as you, so I didn't pay at all, so where did I get the reward?

On this day, the teacher posted the results. I don't need to see it at all. This must be another countdown. You watch and come to me and say, "Are you tired of counting down every exam?" Don't you work hard? How do you tell your parents? ""well, I tried, but I still can't. "I look at you and say. You looked at me and said, "Work hard? Is it hard to give up halfway? Jokes. "That's right. Do I work hard when I give up halfway? Thinking about it, I smiled. In fact, what I want to say to you is, "You can do what others can do. "Others can do it, so can I? I doubt myself. " I know what you are thinking. Don't doubt yourself yet, have confidence in yourself. ""well, I will study hard from now on, and you are responsible for supervising me. " Clap your shoulder and say.

I made a plan, what I would do in a day. When you know it, come over and say, "No, you can't do this, you should." Fingers are where I want to change. You are a great help to my study. When I ask you something you don't understand, you always answer patiently. At the end of the answer, there will be new questions. I told you what I thought, and you told me not to. It's no use. Ask me if you don't understand after answering. I don't know.

Two months later, the teacher arranged an exam. You come over and say, "Come on, try your best in this exam." "Well, I won't live up to your expectations," I said. Your encouragement fills me with confidence.

After the examination paper was finished, I checked it over and over again. I handed in my paper, but I still didn't have the heart to give it to the teacher, for fear that there was something wrong.

The grades have come down, so I dare not go to see them. You went to see it, and then you came to me with no expression on your face. You're making me a little uneasy. You said, "Get ready." I think: the big deal is that you didn't do well in the exam. "Your total score is 4 15, ranking 2 1 in your class," you said happily. "You scared me to death just now, you know." "You can't be proud of this achievement. Pride makes people fall behind. Keep working hard, you know? " "Yes, I will."

Meeting you taught me what confidence is. Thank you for meeting you for three years.

Finally, thank you!

I met you in a training class a year and a half ago because of composition 7 I met.

You are unfortunate. When you were born in this world, God brutally took away your hearing. But you are the darling of heaven, and you can listen to this wonderful world through cochlear implants. You are a learner, blindly exploring, familiar with everything you are unfamiliar with; You are a teacher, but you have taught me a lot, a lot. ...

You taught me optimism. I still remember that there is always a smile on your face: your mouth draws a beautiful arc, your small and delicate teeth are as delicate as ceramics, and when your eyes smile, they narrow into a crack ... With you around, I can't help but raise my smile and bloom a flower-like smile with you. I still remember when you were having fun, your cochlea suddenly fell off, which scared me out of my wits. Although I have never experienced a silent world, I can imagine loneliness in silence. I am afraid that you will cry like other children, and that you will feel lost. You didn't. You just put the cochlea back calmly and then jump into my arms happily. At that moment, I saw your optimism. I learned to be optimistic because I met you.

You taught me to share. When we first met, I was afraid that you would refuse me, so I brought you some small gifts. After receiving the gift, your smile is so bright. From that day on, maybe I felt the joy of receiving gifts. I find that you always carry two snacks and two toys in your backpack. You always curl up lazily in my arms, and your eyes shine like black gems. Let me help you get snacks from your backpack. I'll rub your head, tear off the wrapping paper and feed it to your mouth. And you always only eat half of it, and the rest is in your own hands, and you can pass it back to my mouth like me. Only when you see me swallow the food you prepared will you be satisfied. Giggling, clapping your hands and shaking your calves. If I exaggerate and look extremely enjoyable, you will want to stand on my lap and announce the good news to your teacher. Looking at your inner joy, I gradually understand the joy of sharing. Because I met you, I learned to share.

Then you left our course and went to an ordinary kindergarten. I'm happy and sad. Sadly, the intersection between you and me will be reduced from now on, but I am happy for your recovery. Because I met you, the ups and downs in my life are more clear.

Life is beautiful because of all kinds of encounters. It's you, warming me with your sunny heart; It is you who washed away the stain in my life with your innocence. Because I met you, life has become more colorful; Because I met you, the truth of life was relived by me again; Because I met you, I learned a lot. ...

Because the composition I met is a sportswear, a pair of football shoes and a baseball cap, I am an introverted person and don't like to communicate with others. I always like to sit quietly and casually "in a daze".

Sitting on a bench in the garden, I saw an old man on crutches and an old woman in a wheelchair through the cracks in the trees. The old man's hand holding the wheelchair was shaking slightly. After passing a brake in front of me, I saw the chair slipping. Instinctively, I quickly stepped forward to hold the wheelchair and fix it. Say goodbye to grandpa, sit back in your seat, put on headphones and stare at your mobile phone, and return to your own world again.

Grandpa slowly moved to the bench, put down his crutches and slowly sat side by side on the bench. I always feel a little uncomfortable, so I lean against the chair. Grandpa read my mind and said, "Do you think I'm that terrible, son?" Grandpa leaned on me again. "

"Oh, no" I kept my head down and didn't dare to look at him. His broken hair covered my eyes that I didn't know where to look. I am not good at dealing with strangers.

"Son, why do you like to come to such a quiet place?" He was not angry at my impolite behavior at all, but looked at me tenderly. I gradually raised my head, no longer afraid to communicate with him.

Look at these flowers. They are numerous and dense. They always like to face the sun. Dark places don't grow well. Grandpa looked at me kindly, and I was called silly by him.

I am a magician. I know everything you think. Come and have a look. He looked at my face solemnly and pretended to be thinking. I can't help being happy.

"I feel that I am quite good alone." I smiled shyly. Looking at my old but urchin-like grandfather, I feel a little close.

Grandpa straightened up and said, "You like silence, which doesn't prevent you from opening your heart and getting along well with others. Always cold and dark alone. Don't sit in the dark. The world is so big, you can walk more. " This place is more suitable for us old people. Ah, it's getting late. I'll go first. "He said, shaking the wheelchair away.

The sunshine at four o'clock in the afternoon shines on my face, hands and clothes, itchy and numb. Everything was quiet again, and I continued to sit on the stool alone in a daze. The old man's words echoed in my ears from time to time. Maybe I really should learn to open my heart to communicate with others, maybe I should learn to stand in the sun and accept these concerns, maybe it is necessary to turn on the light in the dark, maybe … I should change.

Rachel Li Meng (one of my few friends) called me.

"coming." I smiled and passed immediately.

Perhaps, a person is very quiet, but it is too cold and cheerless.

Because of the composition 9 I met, during my trip to Da Nang these days, what I feel most is that the cultural atmosphere in Da Nang is very strong. Everyone is willing to learn, and everyone loves to learn. According to the statistical results, the permanent population of Digang Village is about 3,600, and there are more than 700 elderly people over 60 years old, with a high level of knowledge and education. Among the old people we interviewed, they all wrote well, and most of them subscribed to Huzhou Evening News to keep abreast of the development of the facts. To be honest, these findings surprised me very much. In addition, we also learned that there are hundreds of historical celebrities in Jichuan Bookstore, a small village with a history of hundreds of years, which makes me lament the importance of knowledge and marvel at the inheritance of cultural development in .

The development of a village, a city and even a country is inseparable from the inheritance of culture and the dissemination of knowledge. We often emphasize the need to develop the country's soft power and become a cultural power, so we should attach importance to the role of education. A long time ago, I attached great importance to education in Digang and developed very well. The establishment and inheritance of the bookstore is the premise and foundation of the high cultural level of the local people. At the same time, books not only impart knowledge, but also teach the truth of dealing with people. It can be said that a person's quality reflects the upbringing of a family, and the quality of a group of people may reflect the strength level of a country. Therefore, we should develop quality education and advocate improving the comprehensive quality of the people.

I saw a sentence hanging on the wall in a shop today. The boss said it was his own idea, so he wrote it down and hung it on the wall to remind himself:

Caution: If you need to make friends in the right way, don't make friends in the wrong way; Drink quiet tea and abstain from colored wine; Open the door of convenience and avoid the mouth of right and wrong. People who are duplicitous can't be trusted, and people who are disloyal can't be trusted. Don't respect parents' teaching, the elderly and the Buddha. Don't ignore people who don't know their height. People of unknown origin can't stay. A gentleman must remember.

While listening to grandpa's explanation, I reflect on my own way of dealing with people. Did I do it? Do I want it? Why didn't I think of that? Either my level is not enough, or my experience is not enough, or my education is not enough.

My trip to Digang has gained a lot and benefited a lot. Hong Kong people attach importance to cultural heritage, which deserves our respect and study. Grandpa Pan, who silently sticks to the one-dollar teahouse, Grandpa Zhang, who is alert to himself in the shop, and Master Fei, who inherits the ancient hoop-barrel craft in the carpenter's shop, and so on, are all inheriting the traditional culture of China in their own ways. What we have to do is to publicize him, let more people know, and call on more people to protect and inherit him.

To improve people's quality, we should inherit China's excellent traditional culture and protect Digang.

Because of the composition I met 10, I think I am glad to meet them in this world. At first, I thought there was a girl in my class who was playing well with me. I thought I found the right person. I played with him from the first day, and the next day, now the accounting is over. Maybe we will play until the third grade, but we will never treat each other sincerely. I always thought that the two of us had the best life. I won't talk to anyone. I won't say I told you everything, but I trust him very much. But in the second semester of junior high school, I found that this was not the case. But I am glad that I finally found the person I have missed for so long.

In the first semester of our first grade, that is, at the beginning of school, we were deskmates. At that time, her grades were also quite good. At that time, the teacher didn't know anyone, so she was chosen as the monitor. At first, the two of us worked for a month. At that time, he was the first person I knew. But I don't know why I don't like him, but he didn't get into trouble in class. A month later, I didn't expect my uncle to rearrange his position. I didn't choose to do it with him, but I didn't want him to do it with me either. He thought of other positions. She kept looking at me without resentment. I'm asking why I didn't save a place for him.

Later, he also played well with a girl in our class. Oh, I don't want anything to do with them either. I don't think it's necessary. And later, my grades fell so badly that I didn't want to study at all. Since I don't think it is necessary to make friends with such people. And we only meet by chance occasionally, talking and laughing. Just saying hello. Wait until the second semester of the second grade, which is this semester. I don't know what happened. He had an awkward relationship with that girl and suddenly got a room. I found that the two of us really hit it off. How do you take your time? Our relationship is getting closer. And he has always regretted not meeting me earlier. Then I regret why I didn't find her earlier. The two of us missed two years, two whole years, before we met, before we met.

According to his hometown, he is a fool, but I don't mix. But I can help him solve all his problems. I can stand behind him and tell him that you can move forward boldly. I will sweep away all obstacles behind you. That's right. I have a special brain and a special heart. I will understand all the people who are not good to us. I will help him get rid of all obstacles. I kept trying to persuade him to study, but he said he couldn't get in. After all, I missed two years, so it is impossible to learn well at such a critical time without learning from the back. So I didn't keep urging him to learn. I have been telling her the importance of learning.

Because I met you, I found my best self.