Missing topic composition 1 There is a love called letting go, a feeling called heartache, and a feeling called missing. In that distant hometown, grandma, who is over eighty years old, is thin, but she can hold up a world. It is you who raised seven children, father, uncle and aunt. You can imagine the hardships you have paid.
Now my father is working outside, and he can only go home during the Spring Festival. On a snowy day in winter, before I got to the door, I saw you sitting on a cane chair, looking around for us. When you saw us, you smiled happily. When we called you grandma, you even smiled from ear to ear ... In that old house, I have too many beautiful memories: one summer night, you spread a straw mat to fan me and sang nursery rhymes just to put me to sleep, but you didn't come home at night; In the cold winter, you added a thick quilt to my bed and warmed my bed early. ......
What I can't forget is that night: I'm going to play outside because I can't sleep. When I got to the door, I found the door unlocked and didn't pay attention. I thought my mother forgot to close the door. Topic composition "Composition about Missing". Open the door, the cold wind blows on your face, and your coat is chilly. I looked up and saw a shadow in the grass ... I saw the shadow slowly approaching me! Timid, just want to scream, only to find that it is grandma! I am puzzled: I don't know what grandma is doing outside so late, but seeing that grandma is only wearing a thin dress, I am afraid that grandma will freeze, so I helped her in. When I got inside, I asked my grandmother anxiously, "What are you doing outside?" Grandma smiled without a word and pulled her hand out from behind. She has something in her hand. Take a closer look! Actually, this is my favorite bracelet. I accidentally lost it when I was playing with my friends in the morning. I've been worried about it all day, so I'm unhappy. I didn't expect grandma to see me, and she was ecstatic. I didn't recover until my grandmother called me. I kissed my grandma and said with a smile, "Grandma, that's very kind of you!" " "Grandma is also happy. I looked at grandma's messy hair and gaunt face, and a feeling of sadness only flooded my heart, hugging grandma and feeling her selfless and great love.
Now grandma has gone, but I will never forget her love for me and thank her for everything she has done for me.
Missing topic composition 2 is in a hurry, too hasty. Five years have taken away our childhood, but we can't take away our beautiful memories. In Tongshan Primary School, my alma mater, I spent five beautiful and splendid years unconsciously. Recalling the past, scenes come to mind. We have changed from ignorant children to a group of glorious young pioneers who love the motherland and the people. We all know that behind this, if there is no teacher's teaching; It is impossible without the guidance of parents.
Looking back, innocent and lovely children came to this big group, and Tongshan Primary School became angry because of our arrival. Everything on campus is full of vitality because of our arrival!
Of course, in these five years, it is impossible to be so happy. There is sorrow and joy, crying and laughing here. But it is precisely because of this that we become stronger.
The teachers here, our teachers, teach us good and evil; Distinguish right from wrong. The kindness of the teacher is unforgettable. Let me say thank you to my teacher again and say to my old classmates and friends for many years, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor". I want to say to my classmates: "Learn to cherish, cherish every fleeting day, cherish every friend around you, and cherish every care you get." Work hard every day and enrich every day. Everything we do is to weave dreams in our hearts. Success should be bought with sweat, and don't leave yourself regrets for wasting time.
How should we make use of this holiday? Of course, don't take the differences between classmates too seriously. Yes, my classmates and friends who have been separated for five years are a little sad, but this can't be the reason for our laziness, but it will become the driving force for us to move on. Come on, study hard to meet the placement exam from primary school to junior high school. We should report good news instead of bad news. We should work harder and strive to become the pillars of our country. The only thing we can do is to bring this good news to our teachers and classmates.
Finally, I would like to express my personal opinion: even if there are bumps ahead, it can't stop the pace of success. Strive for progress, or you will lose the meaning of thinking hard. Students, don't forget a person who would rather sacrifice himself than save others-teacher!
Miss Topic Composition 3 Pick up my faint miss, blend in with this long blessing, turn it into a faint fragrance, and float into your sweet dream with the help of a slight breeze. ...
You know, when you read a person's taste, your heart is covered with rotten grass. When the wind blows, it will rattle and echo your name. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? I always hold my mobile phone in my hand and dial those Arabic numerals over and over again, but I never have the courage to dial them out. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? When the phone rings, you will always be flustered, but when you see the caller ID, you will be deeply lost. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? You always sit in front of the computer and stare blankly at the screen. My brain is thinking, where are you at this moment? In what? This song "Do you know what it's like to miss someone?" actually appeared in my mind, but it was so in line with my mood at the moment. Looking at the sky without bright moon and stars, just smearing the endless black sky, as if it contained infinite sadness, and my thoughts also extended to the distance, I felt infinite disappointment. Close your eyes and feel with tears. What is heartache? Why do tears always fall when I miss you? Longlong, how are you now? Do you know that my sister is thinking about you? Where are you? Endless nights are like a screen, which reminds me of the scenes where my brother and I played, made trouble, were punished and studied together. ...
Tournament meeting
I shouted, "Look!" A "leg sweep" tripped Longlong on the bed. Longlong did not show weakness and shouted "Yeah!" Coming from behind me, it's really a stab in the back. I was beaten "begging for mercy", and Long Long smiled and expressed satisfaction, but he didn't know that I was cheated. I jumped up, quickly put him on the bed and said with a smile, "Do you give up?" Hearing his firm answer, I deliberately let him go and pretended to lean to one side. He immediately fished in troubled waters and ran away. He hit me on the spot and tickled me. I immediately begged for mercy: "No, no, my sister gave up, I gave up, stop scratching, it tickles me to death." "Yeah ~" My brother gave a cheer, and I sat next to him and looked at his smug smile and smiled happily.
Zi Xue can fly.
There is trouble again. My brother and I tore the colored paper into pieces and threw it downstairs. These colored papers are falling downstairs like colorful snowflakes, so light and beautiful, so ... some are swirling and some are motionless. The scene is beautiful, but even more beautiful is the sunny smile of Longlong and me. Longlong cried happily, "Sister, sister, beautiful, sister ..."
But now, I can't see Longlong's victorious smile, colorful snowflake falling scenes, Longlong's sunny smile, or even Longlong's cordial call. I really want to have these things again, the most beautiful and precious things in the world. Why would I lose these things? Just because my parents divorced, my father took my brother and I followed my mother, so my brother and I had to be separated. I can only miss him at night-I can't lose my brother Longlong. People say that good things are always short-lived. Is that really the case? Are good things destined to be short-lived? Don't! Those beautiful things will always be treasured in my heart. Everything between me and Longlong is deeply engraved in my memory. Like a treasured book, I hold it in my chest. Sometimes I open it to look at it, touch myself, melt my frozen heart, and let the sour tears drop on my palm, on the ground and around me again, turning into deep thoughts around me and deepening my thoughts. On this night, let my thoughts flow into my body, erode me, control my brain, surround me, and make me more lonely. Why did you miss? Because I lost someone. Why are you lonely? Because there is a person who is not around. What I miss is the person who stayed with me since childhood and never left for a day; I feel very lonely, because he left, I always feel that there is a part missing in my life, which makes me feel so empty and lonely. Every night, when I miss him, my eyes will be wet, my nose will be sour, and a hot liquid will slide across my cheeks, drop by drop, full of thoughts. In this deep yearning, I realized that love with my brother is so precious. Why didn't I cherish these seven years, short and long? In deep thoughts, I savor the love with my younger brother. The bits and pieces of this love are so unforgettable, so unforgettable, so lingering, leaving sincere tears. Looking at the light in the distance quietly, is there a figure I am familiar with? In this long night, I long for: Longlong, where are you? How are you? Can you come to see your sister? I wish you a happy life.
Pick up my faint thoughts, blend into this long blessing, turn into a faint fragrance, and float into your sweet dream with the help of a slight breeze. ...
You know, when you read a person's taste, your heart is covered with rotten grass. When the wind blows, it will rattle and echo your name. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? I always hold my mobile phone in my hand and dial those Arabic numerals over and over again, but I never have the courage to dial them out. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? When the phone rings, you will always be flustered, but when you see the caller ID, you will be deeply lost. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? You always sit in front of the computer and stare blankly at the screen. My brain is thinking, where are you at this moment? In what? This song "Do you know what it's like to miss someone?" actually appeared in my mind, but it was so in line with my mood at the moment. Looking at the sky without bright moon and stars, just smearing the endless black sky, as if it contained infinite sadness, and my thoughts also extended to the distance, I felt infinite disappointment. Close your eyes and feel with tears. What is heartache? Why do tears always fall when I miss you? Longlong, how are you now? Do you know that my sister is thinking about you? Where are you? Endless nights are like a screen, which reminds me of the scenes where my brother and I played, made trouble, were punished and studied together. ...
Don't let tears wet the road of memory, an ordinary and ordinary road in the eyes of others, but it makes me cry again and again. Maybe because of you. Today, when I was walking on this road, I shed tears again-inscription.
Road, there are thousands of roads in Qian Qian in the world. Only this ordinary road makes me unforgettable, because there is a mark on the road that I am with you. That feeling is like being blown by the warm spring breeze, bringing your love to every piece of land in my heart and letting the dandelion of love sprout in my heart.
Along the way, with the light green in spring, the vitality in summer, the fiery red in autumn and the snowflake in winter, I recorded the joys and sorrows with you during your time with me; In the years after you left me, you spent unforgettable days with me. Touching the branch, I heard the song it sang, but I never understood what it was singing.
Whenever I stand on the balcony at home and look at the road, I always want to cry, and I want to vent my melancholy, but I have never done so, because you once said to me in the wind, "Don't cry, don't let your tears wet your memories." I nodded ruthlessly. Since then, I have never cried with you for that road, because I don't want my tears to wet the best memories.
Now I still walk that road every day, touch the trunk and listen to that song every day. I didn't understand that song before, but now for so many years, I understand it for the first time:
I witnessed a lot,/I forgot a lot of things,/but the scene between her and the old man,/I never forgot .../One day, the girl touched me,/told me gently,/a tear was about to fall. /The wind sent the old man's words from the sky:/"Don't cry,/Don't let the tears wet the memory ..."
Yes! Grandpa, I told myself never to cry! Don't let the tears of missing wet all your memories. Perhaps because of you, the mood of leaving is gone, leaving only the bitterness you sow in your heart. After sprouting in your heart, it feels like bitter coffee, bitter first and then sweet. But I like bitterness, because bitterness can make me not forget your words and you in my memory!
The green grass can't forget the moisture of rain and dew, the blooming flowers can't forget the sunshine, the flying birds can't forget the support of the trees, and I can't forget and erase the deep warm thoughts.
Snow is her symbol. She is an angel and an ocean. She gives a lot to others and leaves very little for herself. I remember he said, "As long as you make efforts that others can't get, you will get achievements that others can't get." Shine in my memory forever.
She is the head teacher of my primary school. She is really like our mother, gentle and kind, especially those smiles, which always appear when we encounter difficulties or make small mistakes. Until we were in the sixth grade, each of our classmates became sensible, knowing that there would be fewer and fewer parties at this time, and we would tell jokes together from time to time. We never thought about what it would be like to graduate, but just wanted to cherish it. Also, you don't know how to cherish until you lose it, and you don't know how to regret until you lose it.
Before graduation, the school also held a singing contest, and everyone practiced very hard. Finally, we went on stage and sang the last song of primary school together. The teacher later told us that she was very happy to see us singing together on the stage. She saw that we had all grown up ... As she talked, some students below began to cry.
It's graduation time, so we write our thoughts about our teachers in the commemorative book and choose our own photos to fill in, hoping to leave a good memory for our teachers. Our class was the last to leave school that afternoon. At first, everyone cried as if tears were coming out. Finally the teacher said, "Let's go." We still refuse to go. We finally wrote our names on the blackboard and wrote our words to the teacher. Two big blackboards are full of dense words. ...
Tears can be erased, but thoughts can never be erased. We are really predestined friends with the teacher. The class number when we graduated was the teacher's birthday. Those two numbers are lucky numbers of love, and we will never forget them!
I miss those memories of that year and look for my future in a foreign land. What is sad is not my lonely soul, but my inexplicable sadness. The hand of God often takes away many things. I am not only afraid, but also afraid. I often hide in the corner and meditate quietly. Will the appearance of death have a faint taste?
The black on the coffin reminds me of the distant desolation and contains that kind of pain. I just want to know if the world in the ending has that smiling face. Occasionally, I will come to the cemetery quietly. I just wonder if there will be your soul there. I want to kiss your eyes happily ... for a long time, I haven't lost my thoughts on you.
In the withered autumn, the leaves in the bamboo forest are flying all over the sky, and I often see your lonely figure in my crying eyes. The cemetery is desolate, and still no one asks about your lonely face. Great pain covered up my hard-to-read words. I really don't want your bones to be desolate and silent there. In the wishing bottle, my wish is actually that simple. I just want to see your kind face in my dream. I am painfully far away from my hometown, and I am full of fatigue and loneliness in a foreign land. I really want to take my little bird and let him tell you the sadness buried in my heart. When I was a child, your hand was still warm on that quiet path, but I put down my wait and left you lightly. I know that your illness made me very scared and worried. I really want to accompany you, but you told me to leave quickly and don't forget the future. .....................................................................................................................................
This year, I went to your grave with guilt. I didn't listen to you and did nothing. Those bamboo leaves are still falling so simply, except that my eyelids are full of tears. I don't think you will ever hear me cry or cry again, .............................................................................................................................................. Your cemetery is covered with all kinds of yellow grass, so decadent and desolate. I squatted in front of the grave and didn't leave. I think you can hear my words and my tears. God may let you go home and see me you haven't seen for a long time. Is it? I closed my eyes and waited for your figure, only to find that there was nothing but those noisy firecrackers. Is it God's cruelty or your refusal? I really want to know the answer, because my grandson really misses you. I hate those myths woven by death. It's been a long time since I pried open those black faces and fled quietly. I hid in a quiet village, and I got lost in my own steps. I really don't want the meaning of death, nor do I want that kind of affection. I have no reason to give up the pursuit of ideals, even if you quietly took my closest grandfather away. I have no right to judge you, you stubborn horn. I'm just lonely, that shameless trick. The hatred disappeared like that for a long time and there was no news at all. I only find those broken shadows and imaginations swallowed up by power. I don't know that beauty is really dying, and I don't know that ugliness is coming slowly. I'm just sad, deprived of the true meaning of life for no reason. I think, I don't understand what death is like. Maybe it is as cruel, bloody and fearful as the devil. ...
Life has lost its happy ending, at least it should not be so monotonous or simple. Not gorgeous tone, I don't think there is such a great beginning. A powerful struggle, I don't think it is the magic of despair without the price of death. I wonder if those beautiful fireworks can break into your loving face. But no, I didn't know it was the destruction of .............................................................................................................................................................. until it was shattered. I really want to hear your story, even if it rains heavily. I seem to have completely forgotten that free separation. I don't think you left, at least you still live in my consciousness … ..
Desperate birds may choose to die. He no longer flew over the land where a group of them were buried, although it was covered with beautiful glass. Beneath the glass, there is an indifferent appearance, the emptiness that exists in your eyes. Wisdom or rationality, I think, you should know best. Because in your kind face, there will never be that hateful dark cloud. I haven't been to any small river for a long time, and I haven't smelled its murmur for a long time. I'm not just afraid or scared, I just chose not to disturb that natural purity so indifferently. In childish thoughts, there will never be that kind of complicated wisdom. I wonder how much that heavy grain weighs. I can't understand a kind of pale gray melancholy, loneliness that can't be given in fear. Perhaps, that river explains what is the meaning of life, .................................................................................................................................................................... I think it will never be, unless your soul dies one after another. My crying still stops in the depths of the bamboo forest, where there is my cry and my figure ... The memories I miss torture me badly, and I cut off my sad head with a bizarre tool. I think I understand sadness and loneliness. Don't leave. When I shouted to God, I was not afraid of his authority and occupied my absolute territory. I'm just worried that your eyes will shed tears of sadness. Forgive me for leaving quietly, I think your smile has long been understood.
I went back to my track and paved my way with fragrance. I think it is a failure to wait silently, so I should choose to give up your bleak language and seek the real belonging. It's been a long time, and the night has come quietly, kissing your grave. I smiled and stood there quietly, looking at the most beautiful meteor.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning passes through my window, mixed with the taste of missing, and the component of missing is the topic. The hot light at noon shines on the face, dialyzing the fragrance of missing. In the evening, the bright and colorful sunshine fills the sky, indicating long-term thoughts. Just because of missing.
Missing is like hugging a dream. Loneliness is not our fault, but a gathering of young teenagers. Missing makes our hearts no longer occupied by emptiness, and makes us not too depressed when we walk alone. Just like a dream vaguely left in my mind, that kind of feeling like the wind blowing through a faint chill fetters my thoughts again. Memories are boiling. What should I measure? Endless watch, there will be a goddess of dawn at the end of the dark night, and I know someone will be waiting for the person who missed it.
We pull, move and stop by running on all fours; But the long river of missing is endless, and there is only a vague feeling to contain and continue.
It's late at night, but I won't sleep; It's dawn, but I'm still awake. You may be confused and ask: Is this missing? Folium Artemisiae Argyi hung in front of the green door, and the fragrance of zongzi drifted everywhere, recalling my childhood and hometown, which made me feel happy and affectionate. The fragrant Dragon Boat Festival is full of fragrance in my heart. Now, Ai Xiang is scattered, condensed into a zongzi, and becomes a yearning all over the sky. Think I'm on this side and you're on that side? The two ends of the rainbow bridge. .
Missing is a beautiful loneliness. Loneliness is especially beautiful only when I miss you. Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long-term obsession with yesterday and a longing for a better future. The composition material is "a composition with the theme of missing". It is in endless thoughts that people's feelings have been purified and sublimated. Without distance, there is no missing. When the whistle of the ship rings, when the whistle of the train rings, when the wheels of the car start to turn, when the plane hits the runway and takes off, the yearning begins. It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together. Frustration not only sharpens and trains people, but also casts the calmness of human nature and the profundity of feelings. Missing others is a kind of warmth, and being missed by others is a kind of happiness. Of course, the best state is-miss each other. Otherwise, unrequited love is a kind of sorrow, and being missed by others is a burden. Because of missing, the moon is infused with rich human emotions. The moon is bent, so is the yearning. When the moon is full, so is the yearning. No matter whether the moon is curved or round, missing is a beautiful poem. Missing can make you cry or laugh. Whether you cry or laugh, there will be no distractions when you miss it. Indeed, missing is a kind of purity. Miss in the long moon, miss in the dusk, miss in the autumn rain. Beautiful scenery is easier to open people's thoughts. The beautiful scenery also sets off the memory of some desolate beauty. With endless thoughts, it is doomed to be a long wait.
Emily Dickinson, an American poetess, said: If there is finally love as compensation, waiting for 10,000 years is not too long. This can also be said to be a kind of loyalty and openness in missing. In any case, missing is a great spiritual wealth. Affectionate stamps, warm stationery and greeting cards expressing sincere greetings are all the contents of this wealth. Years may drift away like fallen leaves, but this wealth will last forever. On your long journey of life, it will always accompany you and give you warmth and strength.
It has been more than ten years since I was born. In retrospect, I can't help thinking about it.
I miss the shabby stone house, the obscure well water, the small threshing floor in front of the village, and my hometown surrounded by mountains … because it is full of my childhood memories.
However, I miss my grandmother more.
I miss my grandmother's figure when she was working in the field, holding a sickle in both hands and waving rice skillfully up and down, once again … in the afternoon sunset, she was fixed into a beautiful picture.
Miss grandma's calloused hands, rough and warm. Grandma often clasps her big hand on my finger, which makes me feel extremely happy.
Miss grandma's gently shaking cattail leaf fan. It is late at night. In the dim light, grandma will sit next to me, holding a cattail leaf fan and fanning it gently until I fall asleep.
I miss my grandmother's exquisite cooking. When I was young, I liked eating fish. Therefore, grandma never forgets to make me a plate of fish, but she never eats with me, but looks at me with a smile.
I miss my grandmother's gray temples, a slight burden on her back, sparse hair, wrinkles around her eyes, and her back swaying in the wind when she left.
Miss grandma ...
Now, my grandmother is 60 years old, but she still often works in the fields. Whenever I go to my grandmother's house, she still holds my hand, cooks a plate of fish for me, and gently shakes the cattail leaf fan to put me to sleep.
I miss my grandmother so much.
Love, love speechless.
Missing topic composition 9 In colorful life, missing is the most beautiful color; Among the five flavors of life, missing is the most fragrant one.
What is missing in my heart is a kind of pain and happiness; Being missed has both sadness and sweetness. Missing is a street lamp. People who are not missed and have nothing to miss are often easily lost.
Missing is a kind of lingering, caring, spiritual maintenance and emotional interweaving.
Missing is a string of sincere wishes jingling in my heart, and a colorful auspicious cloud haunts my dream.
Missing is a note accompanying us to grow up, which is full of every step we have taken and every footprint we have stepped on. "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children" is the yearning for the family; "When * * * is cutting candles at the west window, but talking about the rain in the evening" is the miss of love; "Sleeping at night and listening to the wind and rain, the dream of iron horse glacier" is the yearning for the homeland and the yearning for galloping the battlefield; "Thirty fame, the dust settles, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon" is the hero's yearning for rivers and mountains and the call for ideals!
Missing is a glass of wine, which makes each other's hearts melt and brew in a deep cellar; Missing is a silk thread that connects two hearts far apart.
In the cold winter night, missing gives us warmth; In the days of frustration, missing gives us comfort. In the rain, missing is a persistent umbrella; In my dream, I think you are a boat.
With more and more thoughts day by day, our emotions are getting richer and our thoughts are getting mature!
Missing makes our hearts care, and missing makes our hearts depend on each other. In the shallow, deep, short and long thoughts, our ordinary life is so warm and vivid.