There is a taste called sadness; There is a kind of mood called sadness; There is a feeling called missing.

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Everything in the world is like this after all: you will regret it after doing it; I don't know how to cherish until I lose it; I will miss you every few days.

In the depths of my mind, I will always keep such a memory: my parents, who are over 500 years old, have been busy all day, dragging their tired bodies, and it is near evening when they approach the house. After a simple wash, my father came to the sofa, lit a cigarette and sat down to rest; On the other hand, mother must go to the kitchen to cook. Outside, the chimney on the roof suddenly emitted smoke, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like wisps of golden rosy clouds, slowly floating in the air. Swallows are also tired of flying, standing on thin wires and hanging their heads like beautiful notes. Everything seems so harmonious and comfortable.

I have lived here day after day, and everything here makes me happy.

But time is like water, and the sun and the moon fly. Six years of primary school is like a meteor. Although extremely beautiful, it passed by in a hurry. I am about to enter junior high school. Facing the new campus life, I am even more daunting. How much I want to snuggle up at home, but all this is impossible.

In the school life after that, I was like an abandoned bird, lonely and helpless. Here, I had that feeling for the first time-missing.

Miss, miss my parents at home, I wonder if they have a few more wrinkles because of fatigue;

Miss, miss the swallows flying all over the sky at home, and want to see them dance again.

Miss, miss every corner of my home, where I grew up.

I see, this feeling-missing. It is indescribable, but fascinating; It can't get rid of it, because it has been deeply implanted in your heart. You never know, maybe tomorrow not too far away.

This is missing.

2. I hope that the 600-word composition on missing topics can help you, and I hope it will be adopted.

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Missing is also a kind of taste, like thunder suddenly sounded in summer, which is always unforgettable for a long time.

I don't know when, whether it is this summer, I began to learn to move forward on the road of thinking of you. The feeling of missing is better than the scorching sun in summer, but I still miss you and miss you.

Miss you again, when Mianyang can see the sea. I hope I can run in the world of cotton with you. But you still have to leave. Standing in the world of water on the roof, I want the water drops that miss you to be transported to your arms with the rainstorm.

Why do you always start to miss the topic this summer? Since I had the first gardenia, I missed it. Miss you without sweet words but with infinite tenderness, miss you brighter than the sun, miss you moving when you turn around. . That's it. I miss you again this summer.

Before I could say, you have packed your bags and are ready to leave. How to raise it? Tanabata has quietly approached and will send you away with a smile. I just missed the topic and had to continue.

The taste of missing is as unforgettable as this summer. Miss the time when the crew worked hard together, miss the filming, miss the waiting together, miss seeing each other off, miss singing on the lawn together, miss the hot time like this summer. . . .

Missing is sometimes a person's business, and a person thinks about the past and the future stupidly. I miss you once, you are getting farther and farther, and you are not far away.

In this summer, please allow me to miss you with the taste of summer. . Missing you is as deep in my heart as the smell of summer. . .

Time is the mark of the sky, keeping the memory of the years. Time is like candy, give me a sweet taste!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already a senior one. But I can't bear my primary school life!

When I was lonely and bored, I couldn't help thinking of Class 6 (2), who accompanied me through six years of ups and downs. They give me happiness when I am lonely and comfort me when I am sad. I miss them now. Although we are studying together in the same school now, it is not easy to meet them because there are many things in junior high school.

Time may be like boiled water, which can dilute everything, but it can't dilute my thoughts of my classmates and friends. I often pick up yearbooks and read what they write for me. Seeing what girls write to me, there will be an indescribable sweetness in my heart; However, when I saw their boys, I was angry and wanted to laugh! After reading the yearbook, I seem to miss them more!

3. A 600-word junior high school composition with the theme of missing. The moon is full and people are round, and the Mid-Autumn Festival sees the fairy.

The treetops on the moon, like a boat, wash the stars in the Tianhe River. I climbed to the top of the mountain, looking forward to my hometown, and now, where are you! Youth is like a running river. Once yesterday's haze is over, it's too late to say goodbye. Wandering away from home, wandering alone, sad for thousands of days, stopping in the sea of clouds.

I still listened to my mother's words before I left and my father's low sigh. Everything is not that simple, it is easy to succeed.

The snow on the broken bridge keeps falling underground, and the moonlight of Luzhou shines on my heart in the distant dream city, which is bleak. Homesick, why not?

The light snow is falling again, and the heavy rain is still falling. I don't know whether it is tears or raindrops, beside the vicissitudes of life. What a painful understanding! The quicksand passing through Dunhuang brings us young opportunities. Outside the Great Wall, it was foggy, crescent-shaped and shallow light poured down. A picture of snow in the north of Saibei reverberates between heaven and earth.

Dare to ask where the road is, the road is at your feet. We walked forward at attention and saw cherry red and grass by the river. Warm spring comes into being in this way, and it won't be sad even on cold nights in winter.

However, the wanderer's dream is always on the way home, as if "people are on the road" is repeating itself, with too many fantasies and helplessness. Laughing at the wind and cloud, the taste of missing is really bitter! Cultivate yourself, not afraid of difficulties.

Tangible wings make us full of courage, but how can we overcome our thoughts and remain silent? Wave and say goodbye to Cambridge. The waves of Chibi echo in your ears.

Let's forget about Na Pianhai, but will everything come back? On the Avenue of Happiness, I thought of my mother by candlelight, quietly peeling onions. We should be open.

A faint fragrance came, as if it was the taste of missing ... a thousand-year-old temple, and I was struggling to find the answer. The blue and white porcelain in the corner looks so simple.

I'm waiting for the next spring moment, and we'll start at once! Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are still calling for summer. The memory of childhood has vanished, and we are waiting to paddle gently to the other side of our home. The cold wind caressed my cheek and disturbed my full mind.

Time flies, quietly slipping through your fingers, leaving no trace of ruthless years, carving the rings on your face. Looking back suddenly, time passed quietly and became a romantic season in the bustling world. In an instant, everything went up in smoke.

Over the years, thank you-my dear Xue. "A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water" is the tacit understanding between you and my friends for many years. It has never burned you like a fire.

Now, you are out of reach, and this "water" has become a "fire". I began to miss you freely and my thoughts spread.

Before that, you and I will always be the distance between books and computers, never closer, but never so far away as we are now. With the growth of age, there are fewer and fewer friends when I was young, and now there are only you and me left here.

The Spring Festival is coming. I hope you come back to watch fireworks and listen to your favorite music. Spring is coming, I want to shuttle along the country road with you and choose my favorite snacks in the shopping mall; Summer is coming, I want you to accompany me to eat ice cream in the hot sun and go fishing in the pond together; Autumn is coming, I want to lead the children to the orchard to harvest with you and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together. In winter, near night, I miss you again. Are you missing someone like me? If the long sound is only used to erase your name, the world will be lonely. On the journey of growing up, how can I be comforted without your smile? A greeting, a treasure, a pure smile in the opposite eyes.

Dear friend, I ask you weakly, "Did you miss me?" .

4. Write a composition on the topic of missing. That blue is when we get used to everything in the world of mortals. Please remember that blue.

—— Inscription is used to the prosperity of the city and tired of the simplicity of the countryside; Although the street is wide, it still feels too narrow; Although the wheat fields in rural areas are wider, they still lack a crystal and innocence. Miss Na Pianhai.

I still remember. 1 years ago, when I learned that my favorite pet had died, the whole person changed.

Melancholy, listless, thinking about my good times with it in the past, imagining what we should do if it is still there. I really wish I could leave with it.

Miss. Until I saw Na Pianhai.

I don't know what I was thinking. All I know is a picture of a little girl standing in front of the sparkling sea, determined to cheer up.

Without anyone, the earth will still turn. Just like I lost it, I have to live.

Thinking of Na Pianhai. The clear water rippled and blended with the blue sky.

Several boats are floating on the water, like the support of the prodigal son. The sea is dancing, blue, crystal clear, pure and flawless.

I don't mind thousands of tsunamis. Although the dust roared and the sea roared, I enjoyed it more-calm. I really can't think of a more beautiful word to describe it.

The sea is so pure, so pure, just like an English girl's watery, innocent blue pupil without any impurities. In the blue sea, several shells soon became chains in their hands.

Growth deceives honesty, sympathy and simplicity. The sea is like a tree without rings and will never grow old. Every now and then is a compliment to yourself. It is not difficult to imagine how Haizi wrote the poem "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"; It is not difficult to understand how the poet and composer figured out the famous work "Mountains and Rivers".

This is the sea, and I am willing to exchange 200 gold coins for a moment of close contact with the sea! In a world with sea, if the air is saturated with sweetness, it will be more gentle and elegant. At this time, the reality is cruel and the fantasy is beautiful.

I often fail exams, and it is more common for my parents to quarrel. Who can imagine whether there are fish or shrimp like us in the sea world? When we are used to seeing everything in the world of mortals, please remember that it is blue.

Miss Na Pianhai.

5. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of missing. Miss is the vision of heaven and earth, miss is the cowherd's hope for the Weaver Girl, and miss is the letter conveyed by the Jade Bird.

If I miss an apple, I hope it is sour. If missing is waiting, then I hope it is short-lived.

If I miss you on the phone, I hope it will be long. On the other side of my mind, it is my mother! "You're back. There are two apples in the basket. "

I "hmm" and didn't pay much attention. Maybe I was too tired. "Brother, your apple."

My sister put two apples in front of me. "Mom left it for you on purpose." I realized my sister's "nothing to pay attention to"

She always likes to be "noticed", so that she can get great rewards. I smiled and said, "Take it if you want!" Mom came in. She glanced at her sister and said, "She ate a lot and gave her a big bag."

My sister said, "I ate a lot, but my mother only ate one." I don't want these two. " I listened, I didn't know what I was thinking, and my hair was baking.

I picked up an apple and said, "Mom, you eat!" " "I took it to my mother's mouth on purpose, touched her lips and said," I don't want it. I touched your lips. "Mom washed this apple and gave it to me. I resolutely walked away.

Back to my room, I picked up another apple and took a bite. My mouth is sweet, my heart is sour ... this is the taste of missing, I think. "Are you back?" Mom asked.

"hmm." "How come back so late this time? Didn't you come back on Saturday night? " "This week is very special."

I replied casually. "Elder brother, you come back! Mom prepared a meal for you on Saturday night, but you didn't come back. "

I thought: Why didn't you call back on Saturday? I wonder if my mother has been waiting for me for a long time.

I am constantly reflecting, and I feel very sorry. That's how I face my mother's questions. I always wanted to ask my mother if she waited for me for a long time that day, but she didn't have the courage to know the answer.

I haven't asked my mother that question until now, just praying that her waiting time is getting shorter and shorter. "Your mother will call later."

No sooner had Grandma finished than the phone rang. "Hello, Mom?" "Well, nothing!" "Fine, and you?" "All right, it's almost the Dragon Boat Festival. Buy yourself something to eat. "

"Good, you too." "It's okay, I'm going to be busy ..." "Oh, your longan meat is ready."

I deliberately interrupted her and cut into other topics, hoping to chat with my mother for a while, but my mother just answered a few words and hung up the phone. I know she is busy, but she still calls back often.

Although each time is short, I know that she has been worried about us. However, I hope it can be more-words on the phone.

Miss-sour, long and short, is this you?

6. Write a 600-word essay about missing. My beloved hometown! Intoxicating profusion and intoxicating beauty make my life shine, and I smile like a flower in my sleep. My beloved hometown! What I can't finish reading is homesickness, but what I can't stop is homesickness. You are my eternal concern. Fallen leaves will call for attachment to the wind and fall into the dust, and the soil will treasure its tears everywhere and breed new vitality in the mineral deposits. Missing grows wildly in waiting, and the feelings of hometown spread in waiting. There are waves of Jin Lang in front of us, which is the mature charm of wheat seedlings. Bowing their heads and listening to the heavy breathing of wheat seedlings in the field, listening to the wind rustling in the crops, the villagers were full of comfort and tranquility. When I was a child, I held hands with my sister to shoot birds by the wheat field, for fear that annoying sparrows would steal the fruits of my parents' labor. The little sparrow saw me and ran away with a cry. I excitedly shook my sister's hand for the escaped sparrow, as if I had become a daughter who could help or be useful to my parents. The childish face is full of victory and pride, which makes people laugh at the autumn wind that is about to blow and comforts the vibrant wheat seedlings standing in the field. In a foreign land, I quietly planted a seed named "home" in my heart, and watered a warm dream with my long thoughts-I will keep my thoughts in my heart and feel the call of home where cherry blossoms cry. ...

Hope to adopt

7. Please write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Concern". Caring is the deep concern of one heart for another. It is the bond that connects feelings (affection, friendship, love). Concern is a family affection, a wisp of acacia, a kind of happiness. Since ancient times, there has been a beautiful legend of "Peacocks flying southeast". Every night, the swan song of "Meng Jiangnu cries the Great Wall" and "Meng Jiangnu cries the Great Wall" makes me lose my light. All this describes that my face is getting thinner and thinner because I care until I die. Among them, I think caring is the best way to identify the depth of feelings, which reflects the length of my emotional concern. Concern is the most precious emotion between people. It has no false impurities and no utilitarian color. After floods, earthquakes and other disasters, we public security soldiers, fire fighters and PLA soldiers are concerned about the life and death of the people every minute. They risked their lives to write battle songs at the front. When parents are not around their children, they care about them all the time. They are worried about their physical condition; Care about children's learning; I also care about the children's performance. This is what great parents care about. Caring is generous and selfless dedication, deep blessing and silent prayer. Caring for poor mountainous areas, caring for children in mountainous areas, caring for vulnerable groups suffering from terminal diseases and physical disabilities, countless people with lofty ideals, selfless donations and enthusiastic help, this caring makes people have more touching stories. Sometimes, care is a cup of deep emotional nectar. Saying goodbye is another good wish. Parents' care for their children is like a cloud. With the birds floating around in the sky, the care between brothers and sisters is like a mountain stream, clear and transparent. As long as the green hills are not old, there will be an endless stream. The care between husband and wife is like graceful words, touching and quiet. It can often give people endless strength and courage. Caring is a real and heartfelt detail behavior: buying a pill and sending a cup of hot water are manifestations of caring, asking "good morning" and saying "good night" are manifestations of caring, and a greeting card, a letter from home, a phone call and a short message are all manifestations of caring. I've learned it.

8. 14. [Writing Guidance] This writing training is a topic composition.

First of all, we should focus on the topic of "missing", which can be a person you care about or an item you once owned, and then choose one or two typical examples to give a concrete and vivid description to explain the reasons for your disappearance, thus highlighting the theme. To write about people, you can write about your close family, classmates or friends who are not with you now. Think about what best reflects the reason why you miss them, and what lessons or influences they have given you in life, study and life. Writing can describe a toy, a dress, a book you once owned, and even your hometown and old house that carried your childhood happiness. Write down the origin and characteristics of this thing, what it means to you during your growth, and so on.

When organizing materials, there must be a clue running through them to make the article organized. The taste of missing is from sunrise to sunset, from deep sleep to waking up, and the missing in my heart has already flooded.

Brother, I miss you all the time. I miss your smile and the warmth you gave me.

That kind of warmth is like spring in my life, which makes me elated and makes me work hard. But you are no longer with me. I can only enjoy inexplicable happiness if I miss you, but the taste of missing is so bitter. When I stepped into the house again, I had lost the smile when you greeted me, because you were writing your paper in another city; When I switched the TV program to Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf again, your patient advice was gone, because you were in another city for work. So I think about you every day, your smile and words.

Whenever I miss you, a sour feeling keeps coming, and that bitter taste echoes in my heart. Missing is so bitter.

Whenever I sit in front of the computer and surf the Internet like a painter, you always try your best to get me off the computer desk and then let me do a mountain of homework. Now even if I play in front of the computer for a day and a night, no one will rush me like you. When I lost my temper because I was dissatisfied with my guests, you always pounded my back hard, but now when I am as cold as a stranger to my guests, only the air is with me.

Now you are far away from home and fighting for your future. But I still miss your seriousness and criticism of me.

I feel sour in my heart I really don't like it in my heart. I miss its sour taste. I still remember that winter, I suddenly had a high fever and my parents were not at home. Finally, you bought me an antipyretic against the biting cold wind.

I still remember that time when I was shopping and crossing the street, a speeding car suddenly came. You immediately ran over and pushed me away. Fortunately, the car stopped in time.

But the picture when you pushed me away is still in my mind. I miss you and your concern and care for me.

Whenever I recall these warm pictures, I always feel sweet in my heart. Missing is so sweet.

I am willing to keep the missed beauty in my heart and taste it, although it is bitter, sour and sweet. However, missing my brother has become an eternal treasure in my heart, which will inspire me to move forward forever.

[Comment] This paper puts forward the concept from the perspective of taste, and writes three tastes of missing-bitter, sour and sweet, which is refreshing. From beginning to end, the full text takes "the taste of missing" as a clue, echoing from beginning to end, with clear writing and complete structure.

When describing the taste of each kind of missing, the little author chose two daily trifles, which showed his brother's care and love for himself and highlighted the theme.