Encounter composition

In normal study, work and life, people often come into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is my collection of essays about chance encounters. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

After studying the encounter composition 1, I caught a glimpse of the corner of the metal desk. I saw that the copper wire was thick, complicated and natural. I can't help but think of my hands trembling in the cold wind and being trampled red by wires.

The temple fair was crowded, and almost every booth was crowded with people. But in the street, an old man who was immersed in his own work seemed extremely deserted in front of the booth. His eyes were half closed, and he took a long breath, holding thin silk in one hand and thick silk in the other. Suddenly, he quickly wound the wire. I seem to see red butterflies dancing in the golden sea of flowers. In the blink of an eye, a wheel was already in his hand. After a while, another wheel was ready. Looking again, a small bike has appeared in front of us. What a subtle skill this is! How many years did he practice to reach this level?

I hurried forward and offered to buy the bike he had just finished. His gray hair was messed up by the cold wind and wrapped in a military green coat with patches everywhere. A pair of hands, a pair of weather-beaten hands exposed outside, flushed with cold by the howling cold wind, with red marks on them, which is clearly evidence that he has been making jewelry for many years. He handed me the bike, waited for a while and looked at the popularity of the plastic booth next to him with bitter taste. He told me that I should have been farming in the central region, but I learned this craft from my master when I was young. Decades have passed in an instant, and now there are not many people who want to learn. After all, no matter how good and fast it is, it can't compare with the machines in the factory. Then why are you still in this business?

When you are old, you can do it every day, and you can always watch this craft for a few more years. He said. There is sadness in his eyes, but more is that persistence. I suddenly feel that this look seems to have been seen somewhere. Oh! That's the look in the eyes of Huo Yinhua's contemporary descendants when they talk about their children's unwillingness to pass on their skills, and also when they talk about the skills that have been passed down for hundreds of years but will decline.

They didn't, but chose to stick to it. My meeting with him showed me that the old craftsman inherited and adhered to the tradition. They deserve respect.

A look, an encounter and a sudden look back will always come to mind.

Inadvertently, I met Xiaohua at my grandmother's house. It stands quietly in the flowerpot. Although the dark green stem looks weak, it grows very thick, with no redundant leaves, but the top is bifurcated, forming two small buds. I stared at it intently and calmly, and it seemed to be looking at me and smiling at me.

A few days later, they suddenly wriggled happily, as if they were fighting for something. I waited patiently to see who would win the quiet game. I didn't expect them to have a tacit understanding. At the same time, they came to me with open arms and smiles. They are just two elegant and beautiful girls, swinging their graceful posture lightly with the breeze blowing on their faces. How beautiful!

After that, I like them more. One night, the weather was exceptionally clear, and a bright moon was particularly dazzling. It's so quiet that you can almost hear a needle drop to the ground. I walked slowly to the balcony and suddenly heard them whispering: "I can't bear to part with you, you must live well." Hold my hand tightly and live strong with my hope! "I was very surprised to hear and see this scene. Plants can also talk, can they understand "human nature"?

The next day, what I didn't want to see finally happened: one flower was more elegant and colorful than the original, while the other one looked listless and bowed its noble head reluctantly, as if unwilling to give up, as if full of affection. I looked at them affectionately, full of ups and downs beyond words, both proud praise for this more gorgeous flower and sad regret for this dying flower. ...

What did this encounter convey to us? Can it be understood that life is beautiful and fragile? It is precisely because life is beautiful that we should love life, have confidence in the prospect of life and our life, and live in harmony with all kinds of life; Because life is fragile, we should cherish life, study hard, contribute to society and constantly enhance the value of life. What did you say?/Sorry?

On the Encounter Composition 3 "It's hard to change the meaning of splitting the mountain, how can you retreat from the trend of cutting the dragon?" The drizzle is hazy and the mountains dance with the wind. "

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Spring, spring! This is a new beginning of life, bidding farewell to the snowy winter, and it is also the season when nature is rejuvenated. What will we meet in the new year?

Walking at a light pace, walking on the road in the early morning, feeling the greetings of young girls. Yes, many literati describe spring in exquisite language, but only when we personally touch the birds and flowers, the snow and ice melt, and the flowers bloom, can we personally experience the unknown beauty of the land of spring return.

"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Indeed, the spring breeze is refreshing, sweeping away the fatigue in the morning and giving everything a vigorous vitality. This unique enjoyment, fresh air mixed with the smell of flowers and earth, is really gratifying. Like a mother's hand stroking you gently, so warm, so warm. The spring breeze really brought us into the fairyland of nature. ...

As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", but my feeling is not like this. Mr. Han Yu once wrote: "The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is far away." Indeed, Chun Yu is like a careful mother. She falls slowly and gently, for fear of hurting the children, but she can nourish them slowly. It's a bit like "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." Chunyu is a quiet girl. She never bothers anyone. She doesn't pour like other rains, but floats all over the earth like dandelion, nourishing the earth and benefiting mankind.

Spring is as quiet as a stream and picturesque. It is really an exaggeration to say that spring is beautiful. In spring, let's meet a quiet and beautiful, accept the baptism of running water and start a beautiful new life!

About Encounter Composition 4 A look, an encounter, a few mouthfuls of light wine, all kinds of tenderness. Everything starts with romance and ends with mediocrity. Looking back on the past, all the past will always come to mind and become a landscape beside 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.

There are many unforgettable experiences in life, so let's talk about this holiday! The most unforgettable life experience for me is my trip to Guilin.

Going to Beihai in summer vacation is really a tourist season, and even tickets are hard to buy. We have to entrust a mature person to buy tickets. When we arrived in Nanning by train, we heard that a typhoon was blowing in Beihai, so we had to transfer to Guilin. Arrived in Weizhou Island by boat. The scenery of Weizhou Island is very beautiful, and the most memorable one is "dripping water".

When we arrived at the "drip Dan Ping", I thought there was blue sky and deep blue sea water, and we could swim like fish. I didn't know until I really experienced it. On a hot day, I was exposed to the sun, and the sea beat on my body, and suddenly a layer of salt stuck on my body, which was not comfortable at all! But fortunately, it was cloudy when we arrived at Didi Danping. We played for almost 4 hours, and we slowly walked into the sea, afraid of stepping on jellyfish, crabs and other marine life. As a result, the more you go in, the softer your feet are, just like stepping on a sponge. Look carefully, it turns out to be fine sand! We crouched in the sea, waiting for the waves to come and let them beat us. Seeing the rough waves, we couldn't help cheering loudly. This is really enjoyable, which we will never experience in the swimming pool. At the same time, I am more excited about our children starting from high school. Having washed enough waves, we went to play with sand again. They buried me in the sand, and I was just a sandman. My mother immediately took this funny moment and left a silvery laugh on the whole beach! After playing enough, I washed the sand off my body, but it happened that the weather was bad and it began to rain, so we had to reluctantly leave the dripping screen!

Although the sea is not my hometown, this trip gave me a deep understanding of the sea and tasted the sea water. This endless sea is really natural, mysterious and wonderful! I'm going for the second and third time. ......

About the six-level transformation of meeting composition, just to meet the best self.

I don't know when, I'm getting used to living under the aura of others and gradually losing that competitiveness. Even some dreams are just buried deep in my heart. But it's ridiculous. I seem to be a contradiction by nature. I don't want my past success to be a shame now, and I don't want others to say that my past success is charity from others.

This kind of me is like living in hot water. Constantly struggling, but always unable to get rid of the quagmire of pain. Life, what do you want from me? I'm really confused.

I don't want to think about it anymore. I am really tired. Put down the pen, close your eyes, take a deep breath, lie down, stop thinking, calm down and indulge yourself. A breeze blew, and the fragrance of jasmine came to the nose. Open your eyes, a few elegant white jasmine flowers are swaying in the wind. How beautiful! I can't help reaching out and touching. Just touching the white petals, my body froze on the spot like an electric shock. Familiar scenes, familiar movements, too late to think, I have fallen into the world of memories.

When I was a child, I saw people's flowers grow well. So I secretly folded someone else's flowers several times, and once I was caught at the scene and was scolded. I said to myself at that time, just a few flowers. I will study hard in the future, earn a lot of money by myself, and then plant a lot of flowers for my family, which will be unbeaten all year round. Although I was naive at that time, I really studied hard during that time and wanted to realize my dream.

Gradually out of the track of memory. Go back to reality, go back to the present and see how sad I am now. I seem to hear my former self laughing at my present self.

Don't! I hate myself now. What made me who I am? Is it getting heavier and heavier? Are there more and more exams? Is it an increasingly hurried life?

I don't know, and I don't want to know, because it doesn't matter to me, because I don't like myself now, and I want to change. I promise myself that I will work hard and try to find a better myself in the future.

I believe that after many years, I will have the most beautiful meeting with myself. And the process of that encounter, just need to touch it yourself!

About Accidental Composition 7 "Where is Spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the eyes of children, and composition meets spring. There are red flowers and green grass ... "Is spring really here?

Yesterday was Sunday, and my mother actually said, "Rare, look at the beautiful scenery outside! Let's go for an outing to relax. " As soon as I heard it, is there such a good thing? What are you dawdling about Let's go!

My mother and I walked out of the house hand in hand and unconsciously came to a large farmland. Look around, how well the crops of the farmer's uncle grow! Green wheat seedlings, stretching their soft posture, roll up green waves, the composition of the second grade of primary school, "Composition meets spring". Large tracts of rape flowers are shining with dazzling golden light. A swarm of bees are buzzing and busy picking flowers and honey! They fly to this flower and then to that flower! At the foot of the mountain, pea seedlings are also in red, white and pink ... From a distance, the field looks like a large piece of colorful cloth, all of which are masterpieces of Miss Chun!

As we walked and watched, we soon came to the orchard halfway up the hill opposite the field. The fruit trees here are blooming, and the flowers are chasing and competing with each other. They are very lively! On the left is a peach tree with pink flowers. On the right is a pomegranate tree with flaming flowers. There is a pear tree on it, and the flowers are white. The flowers burst into smiling faces, and the spring breeze blew the fragrance of flowers.

Over a hill, we strolled to the lawn in the mountain. The grass on the lawn is green and occasionally mixed with small wild flowers, like twinkling stars. A group of children are playing games happily on the lawn. Sometimes they roll, sometimes they chase and laugh. ...

Spring is really here!

About Meeting Composition 8 Every June, I meet summer. The hot weather makes people feel his presence. I wonder if you have noticed that there is always a girl in white under the Prynne tree every summer. She is the spirit of summer.

I met her. She is very handsome and dressed simply. When she passed by my ear, she gently told me: I am a summer elf! When I turned around and looked around, she was gone. From now on, I will see the girl in white under the white orchid tree. Sometimes she would turn around, give me a sweet smile and then disappear.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I only know that I can feel her smell in the air. I'm not sure whether I like summer or not, but I know I like her, like her simple dress, wind-like voice and nectar-like smile. Maybe I didn't know it was summer when I was slow. )

Summer is the season of fire. Every time I meet it, I look forward to the arrival of winter, but every time it leaves, I have all kinds of disappointments. God knows who I am.

As soon as this summer is over, the next summer will come, and the people who accompany me should be changed! I have always had an idea in my mind: I hope to leave early and graduate from primary school. Maybe there are few things that I miss in primary school! I wonder if my idea is a little abnormal? ! I only know that even if we are sad now, things that we thought we would never forget in the future will be forgotten by us in those days when we never forget. Then why is it so painful? It is better to face everything that is coming happily!

Summer is synonymous with fiery. It's the opposite of what I feel now. Sit by the window and look up, ah! It's September now, and the summer elf under the Prynne tree sent me a letter with the wind: See you next year!

I hope to have your company next summer.

On the accidental composition 9, open the dictionary, "accidental encounter" says: meet unexpectedly, meet unexpectedly.

Just came together by accident. However, sometimes because of the appointment, with the previous arrangements, there will be fewer surprises and suspense!

Throughout the ages, time has witnessed too many beautiful encounters: Xu Xian met the White Snake; Yong Dong met seven fairies; Sima Xiangru met Zhuo Wenjun ... and there was a touching love story. Of course, Xu Zhimo met Lin, but he chose the wrong time, which led to the fall of genius, which made people feel sorry and added sadness to this love! Encounter, it is the luck of Qin, it is the luck of mountains and rivers.

In a hurry, some people pass by, and few people can look at each other. I don't even have vague memories when I am with a crowded crowd. Therefore, people who have stayed in your life must know how to cherish, because not everyone passing by will give you this opportunity. Even if you can't remember when you met and how you entered your memory, you should learn to take care of it carefully and don't waste this encounter!

Maybe one day, you suddenly feel that you haven't seen him for a long time. Even if the memory is not so clear, you will dream of the sweet memories you once had on a quiet night. So you met on a similar night.

In a person's life, countless people rush by and disappear without a trace. You can't predict who you will meet at the corner of the next intersection. You can't even know. At this time, people who pass by you in a hurry may become your reincarnation!

On the mountain road far away from home, will the tourists walking sideways with your money be your hometown thousands of miles away? In the quiet classroom, the teacher arranged for you to be a small party at the same table, or did you look back accidentally in your last life?

I like to meet people. I meet them by chance without agreement!

There is an encounter about the encounter composition 10, which only happens when the eyes are raised. A short glance, let time freeze, let the years stop, and then plant eternal warmth and touch in your heart.

The autumn wind has arrived and swept the city. The leaves turned green and yellow, drifting away from the branches with the wind, leaving them feeling dejected on the road. Unconsciously, the wind has brought the cold breath of winter, always wrapped around me endlessly, laughing at my shivering body.

I stood at the bus stop, expecting the arrival of the bus. When it finally appeared in front of me, I couldn't help taking a long breath. When I got on the bus, I stood next to an old woman. The old woman doesn't look too old, and her white hair is mixed with black hair. She is wearing a small blue hat and her face is rosy. She smiled at the scenery outside the window. I stopped looking at her and began to enjoy the warm air in the car, which drove away the chill and made me feel a little warm. What is incompatible with warmth is my cold fingertips and the smell of cold air. I rubbed my hands hard to get rid of the cold air.

Suddenly, a slightly old hand took mine. I looked at the owner of my hand in surprise, but it was the old woman who smiled at me. She asked, "Why are your children's hands so cold and the car so warm? Are you still cold? " I looked into her loving eyes, and at this time, her eyes were full of love. I suddenly remembered my grandmother, and my heart suddenly warmed up. I whispered, "No, my fingertips are cold all the year round and I am used to it." She showed an understanding look, patted my hand and told me like a grandmother: "Eat more, don't be picky about food, it won't make you healthy …" Grandma said a lot of caring words to me. At that moment, my eyes were full of her kindness, I felt the warmth from her fingertips, and my heart was full of deep gratitude to her.

Goodbye grandma, I got off. At this time, I have been unaware of the cold autumn wind, because my heart is full of the temperature of the love she passed on to me. Who would have thought that the warmth of strangers would support you through a sad season?

I keep this meeting in my heart, and let her be a beautiful memory that warms my life.

About the composition 1 1 Meeting you in the library that day, you made me so unforgettable!

As soon as I walked into the library door, I recognized you-Jane Eyre-among the books arranged neatly on the shelf in front. You came to me like a savior and appeared in my world.

I gently opened the title page, and you came slowly like a beautiful woman, elegant and unique, which fascinated me. Your birth, your destiny, and your story have deeply attracted me.

When I saw that you were sent to a church school by your aunt, the weather around you came into view, the willows waved the whip mercilessly and the dust swept in; When I read that you are a governess and have a touching love with Rochester, my heart pays close attention to your fate all the time. Outside the window, it began to rain, just like the tears of your pure daughter, which wet my heart; My heart is as sweet as honey when I read that you finally went through hardships with Rochester. At this time, the wind stopped raining outside the window, and the sun shone through the willow branches, and the mottled shadow just fell on the book I was reading. My heart is full of happiness and warmth.

When you finally got up the courage to confess to Rochester, Jane, your words: "I'm not talking to you according to custom, convention, or even my body, but my heart is talking to your heart, as if we have all passed away, and we stand before God as equals-because we are equal!" Your words touched me deeply! Jane, you know what? At the moment when you bravely opened your heart, you really shocked me and made me admire! Yes, all men are created equal! We all have the right to choose our own happiness.

After reading Jane Eyre and Rochester finally went through difficulties and hardships, I realized that as long as I work hard and persevere, everything will succeed in the end.

After reading this book, I was filled with joy and walked out of the library. The breeze blows on my face, and there are bursts of applause in my ears, congratulating me on finding the true meaning of life!

Meeting you is beautiful, happy and unforgettable!

On Meeting Composition 12 I visited a friend's house in summer and met a little boy on the bus.

The boy is wearing a goose yellow T-shirt, long black and gray jeans and white rubber sneakers. His hair looks like it has just been set with gel water, and it stands thin. His face is white, his eyes are clear, his eyebrows are thick and his mouth is upturned. His smile is brilliant. If I guess correctly, that boy is seventeen, just like me. I am a sensitive person, and my intuition is usually accurate. I watched the boy who smelled of the city carefully all the way.

On the bus, boys sit on the left and I sit on the right, one meter away.

At first, the boy listened to MP3 with white headphones and kept looking at the blue sky outside the window. Soon, the boy bent down and took a nap on his backpack. His sleeping position was very handsome and not delicate. Later, I arrived at a gas station and the car stopped for dozens of seconds. The boy stood up and looked at the shop outside the window. The boy answered the door, but it couldn't be opened. Soon the car started. The boy smiled shyly and returned to his seat. Later, when I put my mobile phone to my right ear to listen to music, I also found that this boy put his mobile phone to his left ear to listen to music, which was a clever coincidence; Finally, I arrived at my friend's house, got off the bus, took a few steps, and suddenly turned around, only to find that the boy turned around. Their eyes met in the space outside the window, and everything seemed to freeze. Finally, the car started, and I watched it drift away until it disappeared at the end of the road.

You are watching the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. You decorated other people's dreams and your own dreams, enriching your life.

Stranger, I also wish you a bright future, wish you all the best, and then face life and warm bloom in spring.

Once, God sent me to a big family. The moment I walked in, I didn't know anything but vaguely remember a sign hanging on it, which said "Class 6, Grade 1". Therefore, this wonderful meeting doomed my eternal memory. I can't forget the home built by 68 people, every face there, and there.

When I was promoted to junior high school in the sixth grade, I was demoted from a proud princess to a mediocre student. I was always top-notch in primary school, and I looked weak in that middle school. I can't find my proud self, and I can't find my proud achievements. I became inferior.

That school is so big that it can completely bury me. I'm like a bird that just flew out of the cage to see the world. I'm really at a loss. I live like this, as if the world has me or not.

There's a big event right after school starts? Sports meeting. I thought to myself: maybe this kind of activity requires me to be a bystander, and people like me can only be a bystander. I didn't sign up. But I never thought that the head teacher would find me by himself. I was really flattered. The head teacher smiled and told me that I didn't agree. It's heartless. I always feel that I have failed his smile. I'm annoyed, too. I should be very excited. In the past, I was always the first to sign up for such activities. What's the matter now, afraid of failure? Afraid of being laughed at? Still afraid, no, no, neither, both.

At this time, a classmate next to me said, I signed up: "What about you? Participating in the sports meeting is good for everyone. It not only exercises the body, but also strengthens the physique, which is very beneficial to the physical and mental development of teenagers. Why don't you attend? Work hard while you are young, and you will have no chance when you are old. Hehehe. " I still remember her naughty smile when she said the last sentence.

About the occasional composition 14 It was an early autumn morning. When I opened my eyes, I vaguely heard grandma's happy laughter downstairs. I rubbed my eyes, got out of bed and went downstairs.

I saw grandma holding something in her hand, like a baby. I walked over curiously. Grandma saw me and said, "This is a gift from grandma next door. I heard that ... "At this moment, grandma suddenly stopped and said," Forget it, let's eat first! " "Then I left, and my curiosity arose. I thought, I want to see what it is. I picked up the stool, stood on it and gently opened the package. " Ah, that's a painting! ""I picked it up, held it high and looked around. Suddenly, my foot slipped and fell, and my glasses frame slipped and hurt my hand. I cried. Grandma heard the sound and rushed over. She was very surprised when she saw this scene. There was a strange expression on my face, so I quickly took a paper towel to draw blood from it, which was very distressing. As for the painting, grandma doesn't care at all. Kept asking me if I was hurt. This is, grandpa came over, saw the painting on the ground and said to me loudly, "Why are you so careless?" This painting is ... grandma immediately interrupted him and added, "This painting was bought by grandma at the stall and it is worthless." She pushed grandpa out.

In the evening, I sat in my room and heard the voice next door. I quietly came to the door, "alas! This painting was brought from abroad. Very valuable! " "Well, don't stick to it? Be careful, be careful to let the children hear you! " I heard it clearly at the door. Suddenly, tears came out and I cried and hid in the room.

After that, grandma hung the painting in the room, and there were traces in the upper right corner of the painting. This invisible love hanging on the wall makes me feel extremely warm.

Thank you! Grandma.