Miss Distant Composition 1 Don't hate people who miss the world, we still meet when the fate is not over.
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The sunset keeps missing, conveying all emotions. The fate is too short, can we meet again?
Memories of that year are as light as dreams, fingers are too wide and time is too thin, and I will never recall the past again. ...
In those days, the wind blew light and shadow, and it was broken and long and narrow. The wind made the river stagger, and the wind blew through the clouds. The clouds in the sky were as clear as feather-like fish scales. The wind blows on me and my friends, like cold hands, with a little coolness. Sad and painful, the grass seems to be blown out of its soul, swaying with the wind, dancing with vitality and youth, and there is silence all around. Time is slowly passing.
"This is for you," he said. I looked at his hand and there was only a letter with a broken mark and some old smells on it. I took the letter with sadness in my heart, and I shouted, "Will you come back?" His foot moved, and then he turned and left. After a few steps, he shouted "maybe" and said it again. At that moment, I stood awkwardly, waiting for my vision to blur and listening to the cry of the years. I know that faint thoughts never go far.
Time flies, like sand flowing in your hands. Sitting at the table alone, I was there alone. Recalling what he said to me, the "maybe" has always been in my mind. Looking at the rain falling outside the window, it avoids recalling the past journey and slipping on the glass. Some people always think that the fastest time must be time, but I think it is time and life setbacks. I always think of him, but I have never seen him before, and I have never forgotten that letter, in which I poured out my thoughts to him. Time flows slowly like running water, and my thoughts begin to evacuate.
Time is like a shining lamp, it will always dim, like a pile of sand in your hand, which can never be caught, more like missing in the distance. I can't get out of the time fence. Think without seeing.
Tadodo once said, "For me, missing is the best time." If you want to get what you miss in this world, the world must miss you first.
When I was a child, my parents worked in other places, and I was brought up by my grandmother. At that time, sitting on a long bench, looking at the blue sky, I quietly thought, what will mom and dad look like?
Every time it gets dark, the dim street lamps in the countryside are lit up, which is almost invisible on the road and there are few pedestrians on the road. Grandma and I both go to bed early and watch TV. On TV, whenever night falls, the streets of the city are illuminated by colorful neon lights, red as fire, purple as eggplant, green as leaves, yellow as gold ... Pedestrians wear all kinds of clothes, their faces are filled with happiness and smiles, and grandparents are dancing happily in the square.
In the countryside, everything I see every day is familiar to me. An ordinary house is only two stories high at most, and the narrow path is winding, and even cars are not common ... When I think of the distance where my parents are, I suddenly see one colorful scene after another: magnificent high-rise buildings stand on a solid and flat ground; On the road, all kinds of cars come and go, and the flow is endless; There are green grass on both sides of the road, and flowers quietly open elegant buds to show people beautiful smiling faces ... Although I have only seen these on TV, I think mom and dad should be similar to those on TV.
Mom and dad will come back to see me occasionally, but the time with me is always so short. Whenever the Lantern Festival, others are eating dumplings, talking and laughing together, but mom and dad are not around; On the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone else is eating delicious moon cakes, getting together and enjoying a wonderful moment, but mom and dad are still not around. At this time, you can only call to greet each other.
How I wish I could spend the holidays with my parents who work far away from home, and how I wish they could spend more time with me!
Missing in the distance composition 3 Missing in the distance, but in my heart.
That morning, I walked alone by the river in summer, thinking. There is a thin mist on the river, and the air is still cold and faint, playing hide and seek. Suddenly, it started to rain, and I ran. Rain, slightly sweet, mist floating on the river, drunkenness, melancholy.
Running, I hid in a dessert shop. When I opened the door, suddenly a milky fragrance wrapped around my nose and spun. Before I could savor it, the wind chimes "Ding, Ding" floated all over the floor.
My eyes couldn't help looking at a kind old woman opposite, holding a spoon to feed strawberry cake to my 5-year-old granddaughter. The rain stopped and the sun came out. Through the light, I can feel that they seem to have each other's whole world, and happiness is on their faces, which suddenly reminds me of my grandmother in the distance.
Back to 8 years ago, I still vaguely remember the time when my grandmother took me to the streets to sell sugar people. "Little darling, hurry up, grandma will take you to the sugar seller in Jumbo." Grandma called me excitedly, which was my happiest time.
Gold is sprinkled on the old street. In the early morning, only my grandmother and I were jumping around in the whole street, like a cheerful rabbit. Walking, I saw Jumbo blowing sugar on the pony. When I was a child, I thought Jumbo was a little fairy, and all those shapeless sweets were blown and pinched by him. The car is full of sugar people, rabbits and tigers ... grandma always gives 1 yuan, with a piece of candy in her mouth for me to blow. I blew so hard that my face turned red, and the candy bulged like a belly that was about to burst, getting lighter and lighter. Whenever I scream with excitement, my grandmother always says to me happily and kindly, "Great, beautiful." In the end, I don't know what it is, but I am always so happy to hear grandma's praise, showing my child's innocent smile ...
Grandma can be said to be the best playmate when I was a child, but because of school, we had to be apart, and my thoughts have been floating in the distance.
Back to now, I suddenly thought of one thing. Miss, in the distance, out of reach, but in my heart, within reach. In the wasted time, the world is far away and things have already changed. It is more important to cherish the present than to miss it. However, this beautiful memory has been buried in my heart and will never be forgotten.
Miss, in the distance, out of reach, but in my heart, within reach.
Distant Missing Composition 4 Memories expand and deepen bit by bit with the scorching summer, and fragmentary memories are slowly …… filled. My happiness comes from afar-missing paper cutting.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I will immediately rush to your Japanese tea restaurant. Because you will sit peacefully on a Japanese stool and kindly teach me how to cut paper.
Grandma Lin's paper-cuts are endless and lifelike. Cut a dragon like a dragon, cut a phoenix like a phoenix, an old dog can watch the house, and a rooster can crow. Everyone in the village praised it! The food in the Japanese tea restaurant she runs is also delicious, and everyone who has been here is full of praise!
Grandma Lin is very old and has no children under her knees. Every time I go back to see her when I grow up, I find that her vicissitudes of life are gradually covered with wrinkles left by years.
When I was a child, when I came back from school, I was always the first to rush to Grandma Lin. As soon as I see your paper-cutting, I will squat down beside you and study quietly. Sometimes you will pull me up and teach me how to cut a few knives, which makes me ecstatic. I didn't know you were missing until I grew up.
When I went back to the village this time, I was shocked to hear that Grandma Lin had amnesia! When I saw you sitting in an armchair and listless, I suddenly cried. When you saw me coming, you seemed to see hope. You pointed at me and said oh oh oh, but you couldn't say a complete sentence. I take out my scissors and accompany you to remember what you taught me to do before. I find your hands as flexible as rain after a long drought. With paper-cutting, your thoughts seem to stay somewhere, and I found a few tears slowly falling from the corner of your eye.
The wind in the sunset is so cool, the sunset in Sanya is so amazing, the beautiful bamboo basket is so exquisite, and the jade hairpin is so attractive, which is not comparable to the paper you cut.
Sadness is inevitable. But as long as I think of your company in my childhood, a smile unconsciously overflows my mouth.
You miss me from afar. And my concern for you and me.
Just after the Spring Festival, our family returned to the city from their hometown. I hung up and reported grandma's safety. Although it is only a short time, I have a longing for my grandmother and my hometown. ...
I have been playing at my grandmother's house in Zitong Town, Qiandao Lake during the winter vacation. Although it is not as prosperous as Yiwu, it is the most beautiful place in my heart.
I like the mountains and rivers in Zitong. Castle peak, green water, low-rise houses and tinkling streams all intoxicated me. Because it has been snowing and raining during the Chinese New Year, the stone road by the stream is too slippery and dangerous. My mother made a "ban", forbidding me to wash clothes in the stream and watch grouper by the stream. You know this is my favorite thing to do every time I go back to my grandmother's house. I have to look forward to sunny days every day, but unfortunately I have not looked forward to sunny days, so I will go back to Yiwu, which has become my biggest regret in winter vacation.
I miss Zitong's grandma and grandma. Before leaving, grandma told me that after we left, she would be unable to sleep for several days. I feel really disappointing. At this age, you must follow your parents back to Yiwu early. Why can't I stay and spend more time with my grandmother? My grandmother took me until I was six years old. In those years, she recited Tang poems and sang children's songs with me. And my 9 1 year-old grandmother lives alone now. Grandma sends her rice and vegetables every day. I wonder if I can see her again when I go back next time.
Miss Zitong's jingle. Tintin and Dangdang were originally twin dogs, so I named them. When I was five years old, they came to me and became my childhood friends. However, one day Tintin was killed by a car. In memory of Tintin, I changed the name of Dangdang to Tintin. Although I only go back a few times a year, no matter how often, every time I first enter the village, I will be greeted by Dingdong from a distance and jump up to tease me from time to time. Every time I leave, it always chases me to the village entrance. He looked at me affectionately, almost sobbing in his throat, as if afraid that I would never come back.
The mountains, water, people and feelings in my hometown are the best memories of my childhood. They are like streams in my hometown, slowly overflowing my heart and spreading the warmth of family. ...
Early in the morning, a cool breeze blew gently, and I came to the pond where the geese lived. It's very quiet, and occasionally there are geese chirping. Suddenly, some beautiful geese flapped their wings and flew into the blue sky. Looking at these wild geese drifting away seems to remind me of the time when my good friends and I left.
It was an afternoon of winter vacation, and the sun was shining. My dear grandmother and I are walking along the canal. We sat in the chair and basked in the sun. I found a lovely little girl sitting on another chair next door. We looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. So soon we became good friends. At first I found that her accent was different from ours. Ask, just know her name is Jia Jia, from Henan. Usually, her parents work in Hangzhou, so it is rare to meet each other. Only when she is on vacation can she be together. After that, we played together every day and soon established a deep friendship. We observe insects together, play with two musketeers, play hide-and-seek together, play house together, and we are very unhappy every day! Laughter swayed around the empty canal! Unfortunately, the happy time is fleeting, and the winter vacation will soon pass! My good friend will also go back to Henan to go to school. When he left in the dead of night, we held hands as if we had met for the first time. "Although we are not together, our hearts are always worried about friends far away." This is a poem that we read together before Jia Jia left.
Now, I still miss my distant friend-Jiajia. No matter how far away I am, I miss my friends. No matter how far the space is, as long as I have friends in my heart, I won't be lonely. How important this friendship is to me! How unforgettable! The mayor of Wan Li Great Wall is inferior to Jia Jia. I believe that the power of missing is infinite. One day, my distant friends will meet me.
Watching these geese fly high, I wish I could turn into these geese at this moment, and bring them to friends far away with my deep thoughts and blessings for Jiajia.
Distant Missing Composition 7 Far away is my hometown. Don't ask me where I come from. I am just a seed scattered in a strange world, growing at the wrong time.
I was born in a heartbreaking autumn. My grandfather's father left in that season, and my father and my uncles were laid off one by one. The family's income will soon be supported by dozens of orange trees. Almost all my family went out to work, and the only one who stayed to take care of me was my grandmother! Grandma, she is a superman! According to my mother, he has been supporting me since I was born. He cleans, washes, cooks and looks after fruit trees every day, not to mention. Take good care of my "little guy" every day and cry me to sleep; Hungry, I had to put a handful of "high-quality rice" in the rice cellar and cook a bowl of porridge. I cried after drinking it. I can only look at grandma with childish eyes, and grandma smiles gently. It tastes bitter! Although my grandmother took good care of me, the last thing I wanted happened. I'm sick! I'm not very ill. I have a fever and cough. When the township doctor came, he could only shake his head and say, "This child is very ill, and I can't cure it!" "The family was in a mess, and grandma quickly mobilized the whole village and set off for the city hospital ten kilometers away. In the words at that time: "There are people here who want to save, and the whole village must come to help! "Although it's a long way, my grandmother ran more than 20 miles behind my back and ran for more than 6 hours. Grandma was anxious to hand me over to the doctor, so she felt very tired. She slept for more than 20 hours ... because of illness, I left a sequela-asthma. That I'm still in poor health. Grandma, stop blaming yourself. I don't blame you. I'm sorry to learn that you are ill. Believe me, even if it is 20 kilometers, I will walk there.
In the distance is my hometown. I look back on my hometown day and night in my dream. Grandma sat in a cane chair and waited for me. He was disappointed again and again. I did return to my hometown, but I couldn't run freely like a passerby.
When I stood on the beach and stared at the boundless sea in the distance, my heart was attracted by the deep seabed, and a series of wonderful fairy tales emerged in my mind, especially the graceful mermaid in the sea. When I lay on the grass and looked up at the mysterious night sky in the distance, my heart was deeply fascinated by the blue night sky, and shocking fairy tales jumped in front of my eyes, especially the goddess Chang 'e, who had extraordinary magic power on the moon and made me envious. When I sit on the plane and have a bird's-eye view of the endless mountains in the distance, I can't help but feel at a loss: what will be in the mountains?
Until one day, after reading Metamorphosis and First Secretary, I was shocked: "It turns out that some people of my age live in the mountains, mostly poor children. Their lives are so miserable and their stories are so touching. Some of their children's parents have passed away, and some children's parents work outside the home all the year round. They not only lack the love of their parents, but also shoulder the responsibility of their parents to take care of their sick grandparents. Some children get up in the middle of the night, walk alone for several hours on mountain roads and forests to go to school, while others have no chance to go to school. Those children wear old clothes and shoes given by others, even if they are riddled with holes, they are not willing to throw them away; They farm by their own hands, dig "treasures" all over the mountain for food, and go to the street corner to catch mice when they have no money to buy meat; They live in a shabby little house. When it rains, it rains heavily outside and it rains in Mao Mao. But even if life is so bad, they have no complaints and are still immersed in their "happy" life every day.
Look at us again, whenever we look at the rich dishes on the table, the idle dishes are not to the taste; Whenever my mother buys beautiful new clothes, she says they are not as good-looking as others; Whenever my father drives us to and from school, he complains that he is too tired to study; A little setback will make you depressed. In a word, we are like flowers in a greenhouse, and we can't stand any wind and rain. However, today finally let me know that there are a group of such children in the distance-deep in the mountains. They are my brothers and sisters, they are my friends, and they will be mine, yours and his forever.
I sat in the car and looked up at the sky ... I did the same thing four years ago. ...
It was a summer four years ago. I went back to my hometown in the summer vacation. The summer vacation is almost over, and the sky is still falling. I should go back to Jinan today, so I want to say goodbye to my old friend Zhang Xu. "I'm leaving soon." I said sadly. "Oh, me too." "ah!" I'm like a bolt from the blue. "Where are you going?" "I moved, and it's far away." "So ... can we meet again?" "Maybe never again." "Oh." I echoed in dismay.
When we got on the bus and walked towards each other, I clearly saw it. Now I clearly remember that she gave me a deep look with nostalgia and reluctance in her eyes. I looked up at the sky to stop my tears, but it just wouldn't listen. "The hardest thing to say is the initial greeting and the final farewell." I think it really is. The car started, and it was raining outside, but at this time my heart was raining. I dare not bow my head for fear of tears, but tears are still swirling in my eyes. How I want to see her one last time! But ... will it make me miss you more? .. or ... in your dreams. Finally, I didn't have the courage to look at her and say goodbye to her.
Zhang Xu gave me a conch on my birthday. She said she bought a pair, one for her and one for me. In this way, even though we are thousands of miles apart, we can "hear" each other's voices. I have always treasured this conch, and no one else can touch it. Whenever it rains, whenever I have time, I stare at the conch, as if the scene of our playing together appeared again.
We didn't leave the phone number for each other, perhaps because we didn't want to hear each other's voice and felt sad. We haven't seen each other since that breakup. But she has always been in my heart, missing from afar!
Distant Missing Composition 10 "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season". Every night, I will look up at the sky, silently in a daze, and share my deep concern alone.
My father works as a driver far away. He pulls goods for people every morning, and sometimes he can't rest for days and nights. If he is tired in the car, he can only smoke to refresh himself, which is very harmful to his health, but what can he do? In addition, it is very dangerous to pull a big truck on the expressway. Whenever I see the news about traffic accidents, my heart seems to be caught, and I can't help but see my father in my mind, and I can't help but put my hands together and pray for him.
Every time my dad comes back, my mom says she won't let my dad do this job again, but my dad won't, saying he has no education. What good job can he find? Unfortunately, I still have the skills to drive, and I can barely support my family. We can't argue with dad, so we have to keep letting him do it. Mom pooled some money to buy an insurance for dad. At this time, my mother's heart was half relaxed.
Dad is not only the only pillar of our family, but also our closest relative. He was young and strong in those days, and now he has white hair on his head. Dad's weight has been hovering around 100 kg, and he has to take medicine every day. Every time I think about it, my tears keep falling like a broken line. Dad, how I wish I could replace you!
Dad, every time I come back, I always tell me to listen to my mother at home and my teacher at school and study hard. Besides, he doesn't have any more languages now, just doing this and that silently at home.
Dad, please pay special attention to your health, for yourself and for those who have always cared about you; Because with you, we are happy, with you, we are happy, with you, we are happy even when we are suffering; Don't worry, I will repay you with excellent results.
The full moon night reminds me of my father in the distance, tired hands, holding the steering wheel tightly, tired eyes, staring at the road ahead ... Dad, I miss you!
Distant Missing Composition 1 1 The boat in the wind and rain often swings around in dreams, passes through the misty clouds and goes elsewhere. Do you remember your childhood? Are you confused by it? -inscription
"Missing is a disease, oh … missing is a disease." Zhang Zhenyue's "Missing is a Disease" sang to the deepest part of my heart, and my tender heart seemed to be pierced, and a faint sadness surged up. Is missing really an incurable disease?
When I was a child, I remember having a pair of hands that accompanied me day and night. These hands have already become cold, leaving only ashes ... floating in the wind.
"ah! This is not a dream. Yao is here. Come on, come on in. It is snowing outside. Don't catch cold. " The old man with a Hunan accent mixed with a Henan accent is my grandfather. His simple appearance has a sense of integrity. He spent half a winter in simple and thin clothes, but the wrinkles around his eyes made his smile warmer. The kettle in the room braved a little white smoke, and the warm breath surrounded most of the room. Grandpa seems to be fidgeting, going out and going in again, doing this and that for a while, wearing thin clothes and looking a little sad.
"Grandpa, it's cold outside. Add some clothes. Let me help you take off your coat. "
"Don't don't don't! I'm old bones, it's okay to be frozen, and the room is not very warm. Do you want to wear it? If it is frozen, it will not work. "
"But ..."
Just say that finish these two words, grandpa has walked out of the door. Looking at those clothes, I feel a little heavy. I am moved by my grandfather's love for his granddaughter and his understanding of others!
I don't know how many years passed. Grandpa died of illness, and crying filled the room. I held grandpa's hand, and tears unwillingly fell from the corner of my eye and landed on those big hands. The tears on those hands gradually cooled down and there was no temperature.
Zhang Zhenyue said that missing is a disease, so I was very ill. Missing is like a needle, which goes deep into the most tender place in my heart and leaves a scar after treatment.
My dream boat! Can I bring my childhood memories to towards the distant? ...
The composition of a distant young lady 12 "toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot" Oh, it was a video sent by my father. I picked up my mother's cell phone and said. "Hey, Dad."
"Hey, there are leaves, how are you? How is your little brother? " Dad's cordial greetings came from the mobile phone.
"Well, fortunately, my little brother is fine."
"Do you have much homework recently? How is school? "
"Well, the homework is ok, and the school is quite good."
"Oh, okay. Control your time and adjust your study and life. Also, be polite and do your own thing. "
"Ok, Dad, when will you come back?"
"Dad busy something will come back to see you. It is estimated that he will be back in a few days. "
"Really? Great! " Dad's words made me pick up some surprises.
"Oh, then hang up first, dad has something to do." Then added, "Goodbye! Listen to mom and grandma. "
"Goodbye!" As soon as the last sentence was finished, I felt very excited, as if my father was already by my side. Dad's back!
Dad only comes back once a month or so, and every time it is a big bag. Dad's coming back is a happy event for his family and worth celebrating. "Dad is back!" Hearing my cry, grandma was busy preparing for cooking and wanted to treat her father with some big fish and meat. The younger brother repeatedly called his father and clenched his fist to congratulate him. On the other hand, I went out to play 2 1 point poker and wanted to seize this opportunity to challenge my father. ...
But dad can only rest for two or three days at a time, so dad can't stay with us for long. Every time he comes back and wants to leave, I can only look at the back of his departure ... and have a feeling of parting in my heart.
Fortunately, my father told me that with the development of science and technology, there are many tools that can make us more alienated, and "video chat" with mobile phones is one of them. Dad said he could video chat when he missed him. We talked a lot through video. Dad often talks about the place where he works. There is a Jinsha Lake, which is said to be the place where the Seven Fairies bathe. He will also talk about the local products, culture, climate, his work and so on. As for me, I will also tell my father about my family and school.
It's late at night, under the clean blue sky and the bright moon of hope, I seem to see his figure. Dad, I miss you again! Looking forward to the next "video chat"!
Distant miss composition 13 Short red brick walls, high grey river banks, white mango flowers swaying in the wind, orange sunset hanging obliquely on the horizon, and elongated shadows of one big and one small chasing the afterglow, rushing to the brown chimney where the smoke curled up. This is my childhood memory: at night, my grandfather took me home from kindergarten on a bicycle with squeaky tires. Along the way, we braved the wind and waves, laughing and laughing. Surrounded by gorgeous scenery, we jumped into grandma's warm arms.
Later, mom and dad moved to big cities, away from the countryside and left their grandparents. Now it's not the Tian bian path that comes home from school, but the busy tiger's mouth; The roadside is not a leafy old banyan tree, but a high-rise reinforced concrete building; It was not the warm sunset that sprinkled on me, but the dazzling neon lights of red, green and red. The traffic in the city is busy and the pace is fast. The frequency of people passing by is getting higher and higher, but the feelings are getting more and more indifferent and alienated. When I look at the yellow and wrinkled photos, my eyes can't help but get wet. I miss grandpa's laughter and the song that grandma hummed in my ear when she put me to sleep.
I wonder if my grandparents are doing well in the country? Do they use fans to cool down in hot and humid seasons? Did you turn on the mosquito repellent to repel mosquitoes? Remember to wear a hat and a thin coat to protect yourself from the sun when you go out? In the cold and freezing season, do they wear cotton-padded jackets and wool hats to keep out the cold? Did they pay attention to indoor ventilation when they used gas to heat hot water? Did they go out to play during the holiday? Did you visit your old friend? Do they go shopping to taste snacks in their spare time on weekdays? Did you buy new clothes and shoes to reward yourself? ...
If I can take a time machine, I hope I can fly to the past. In the yard where flowers are in full bloom, in the noisy market, in the lush park and by the flowing stream, we hold grandpa's skirts and grandma's hands and enjoy family happiness together.
Distant Missing Composition 14 Why does my heart beat so hard? Because I miss someone deeply. Miss spread all over my heart, and it wrapped me tightly. Missing is everywhere. Some people may miss friends far away, or they may miss people from another world. Although it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, I still miss that person.
This is a harmonious and extraordinary night. I couldn't sleep in bed that night. That night, a star crossed the sky. That's an angel sent by the Emperor of Heaven to take my grandmother to live in heaven, where there is no vulgarity and noise. That night, he lay quietly on the board on the ground, as if dreaming a beautiful dream. I was very sad that day. Of course, I am not the only sad child, because grandma takes special care of us children. I vaguely remember his appearance, with sparse white hair on his head and a long beard on his chin. He was bent with a cane in his hand. A few months before he left, I saw my heart tremble at every step he took.
Grandma has always been my favorite person and my closest person. Every time I walk into his house, I feel his breath. In front of my eyes, there will be pictures of grandma holding me in the sun, taking me to buy sugar, bringing me delicious food, and the sheep in his sheepfold. All of them came into my eyes clearly, and tears in my eyes were about to flow out, and my thoughts came to my heart and I couldn't stop sobbing.
My grandma and grandma are buried in the place where I pass every time I come out from home to play. He used to buy us delicious food, but now he brings him delicious food every time he goes and chats with him, and so do my brothers. I haven't seen grandma for a long time, and I miss her very much.
Although grandma is in another world and can't come back, I still hope she will come back. I miss you far away more than this time. I really miss your grandma.