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05 best descriptive essays about a person you just met for the first time but will always remember
Essay 1: The Little Friend on the Bus
That day, I went to the city with my mother to visit relatives. It was my first time on a bus, and I was both excited and nervous. After finding a seat by the window, I unexpectedly spotted a girl about my age standing nearby.
She had long, shiny black hair and big, round eyes that sparkled like two gems. Her chubby face with rosy skin made her look adorable. She wore a light blue dress and small, tidy sneakers that looked very neat.
Seeing me, she gently smiled, a warm and friendly smile. A while later, the bus got crowded, and I saw her struggling to keep her balance. I immediately offered her my seat. She looked up at me with grateful eyes and softly said: "Thank you so much!" Her clear voice made me feel warm inside.
The two of us chatted merrily throughout the trip. She talked about the interesting books she had read, her school, and fun games. When the bus stopped, she waved goodbye to me and got off. Seeing her small figure gradually disappear, I felt regretful for not asking her name. Although we only met once, her smile and friendliness will always be in my memory.
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Essay 2: The Shoe Shiner Boy by the Roadside
One afternoon, on the way to the market with my mother, I met a shoe shiner boy. His image left an unforgettable impression on me.
The boy was about my age, thin and small. His skin was darkened from the sun and wind, and his hair was a bit messy, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright. He wore a faded shirt and slightly loose pants. Over his shoulder was a small bag containing shoe shine tools.
The boy politely asked, "Ma'am, would you like a shoe shine?" His voice was gentle yet sincere. Seeing that my mother's shoes were slightly dusty, she nodded. The boy quickly took out his tools and meticulously cleaned every small corner. Despite his blackened, shoe polish-stained hands, his movements were very skillful.
While working, he cheerfully shared stories of daily life and his dream to study hard to become a doctor one day. Hearing that, I felt a stir in my heart. After finishing, my mother paid him, but the boy only accepted the agreed amount, refusing to ask for more.
As we left, I looked back at his small figure gradually disappearing into the busy crowd. Though we only met once, the boy's hard work, politeness, and bright eyes are etched deeply in my mind.
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Essay 3: The Street Vendor Girl
That day was a scorching summer afternoon, and I accompanied my mother to the market to buy some goods. As we reached the market gate, I encountered a street vendor girl about my age. She was petite, her skin tanned from constantly being outside, but her face was unusually radiant and cheerful.
The girl wore an old but clean shirt, slightly frayed pants, and plastic sandals worn at the heels. In her hands, she held a basket of crunchy rice paper, and her voice rang out clearly: "Crispy, aromatic rice paper! Who wants to buy some?"
My mother stopped to buy a stack of rice paper. Receiving the money, the girl cheerfully thanked us, flashing a bright smile. It was a kind smile, yet carrying a maturity beyond her years. I asked, "Do you sell many rice papers each day?"
She nodded and replied, "Not many, but I try my best to help my mother."
Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, I felt moved. When her basket was nearly empty, the girl paused under a tree, drank some water, and continued her sales calls. That image stayed with me. Despite difficult circumstances, she remained diligent and happy, never complaining. I promised myself to cherish what I have and try harder in my studies.
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Essay 4: The Special Friend in the Library
I have always loved reading, so every weekend, I visit the nearby library. On one occasion, while absorbed in reading "The Adventures of Cricket", I happened to meet a very special boy.
He sat at the table next to me, quietly reading with thick glasses on his eyes. He was slightly thin, fair-skinned, and his eyes were extremely focused. He wore a blue-striped shirt and neat trousers. Curiously, besides reading, he was also carefully taking notes in a small notebook.
Curious, I softly asked, "What are you noting down?"
He looked up, smiled, and replied, "I'm jotting down interesting things from the book so I can remember them when needed."
He and I began to chat more. It turned out his name was Phong, and he loved books and had an excellent memory. He talked about the books he had read, thrilling stories, and the valuable lessons they taught. Thanks to Phong, I understood that reading is more than just turning pages; it's a way to expand knowledge and cultivate thinking.
Though we only met once, Phong left a deep impression on me. He was an intelligent boy, eager to learn, with a very unique way of reading. I hope one day to meet Phong in the library again and share more interesting things about books.
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Essay 5: The Boy on the Beach
Last summer, I had the chance to go on a beach vacation with my family. The sea was blue with gentle waves, and the white sand stretched under the golden sunshine. However, in my memory, it's not only the beautiful scenery but also a boy I accidentally met - a meeting I will never forget.
That morning, I was walking with my brother along the beach. The waves gently lapped the shore, leaving white foam trails. Suddenly, I saw a boy sitting alone near the water's edge. He was about my age, petite but tanned from being accustomed to the sea breeze. His hair was slightly curly, and his deep eyes shone with an indescribable sadness. He wore an old T-shirt, beige shorts, and bare feet on the damp sand.
The special thing was that the boy was diligently picking up starfish stranded on the shore and gently tossing them back into the waves. One by one, he patiently saved them from drying to death on the hot sand.
Curious, I approached and asked, "What are you doing?"
Without looking up, he softly replied, "I'm helping them return to the sea."
Looking around, I saw hundreds of starfish stranded after the tide receded. I wondered, "There are so many starfish, you can't save them all. Picking a few won't make a difference, will it?"
At this point, the boy stopped, looking directly at me. In his eyes, there was no hesitation, only determination. He picked up a starfish and gently released it into the sea. Then, he smiled and said, "For this starfish, I've changed its whole world."
His words left me speechless. I suddenly understood that sometimes, no matter how small our actions may seem, if they are sincere and persistent, they can still make a difference.
Without hesitation, I too bent down, joining him in picking up the starfish and releasing them into the ocean. The waves took them away, sparkling under the morning sun.
As the sun rose higher, the boy stood up, dusted sand off his hands, and waved goodbye to me: "I have to go now, thank you for helping!"
The boy ran along the beach, his small figure gradually fading away. I didn't know his name or where he came from, but the image of him with determined eyes and his profound words will forever remain in my heart.
From that day on, I understood that no matter how small, every person can make a difference, even if it's just a little, but to someone, it could mean the whole world.
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