In study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, so we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. So, how to write a composition? The following is the composition I wrote for you, missing the second year of high school. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.
I miss my senior high school composition 1, and the tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop. Children want to raise, but don't want to stay!
How time flies! One year! It's been a year since you left! You left quietly that night! You have many children and grandchildren, but when you leave, none of them will accompany you for the last time. ...
In that cold winter, you left quietly! We've been apart ever since! I can't imagine a person closest to me leaving me like this! I still can't face your leaving. That day, my mind went blank! What supported me that day? I can't explain, what supports me and won't let me fall!
You have been ill all the year round, and you are all skin and bones. Looking at you, my heart is very sour. You used to be so strong, but you have become like this. You have been in the hospital frequently since my junior year. I run to the hospital as soon as I have time, because I know you miss me, and you have told me a lot ... I know what you are thinking, and you are thinking about our worthless grandson. ...
I know what you were waiting for when you left. Waiting for our grandson to come to see you ... remember the day before you left, I went to see you. You said, "Can I still watch you get married? Can you still watch your son be born? Can you wait until he comes back? " I said I can! Endure the pain in my heart and answer your question! I don't know how to comfort you. Maybe you already know that your time is running out! Brother Wen has been in it for many years, and I know you want to see him very much.
You didn't close your eyes the night you left. Are you unwilling to leave? I know you want to see us when you leave, but you still can't get it! I can only leave quietly with regret. ...
You died at the age of ninety, and you raced against time in your illness just to watch our grandchildren grow up and get married! However, you never got what you wanted, so you will rest in the loess! I couldn't face your body that day. I felt like an empty shell that day! I held back my tears that day! At the moment when you were buried, tears suddenly refused to listen and slipped across your cheeks!
After you left, that tile house and that forest became extremely desolate! I have been there several times, and that memory comes to mind! Tears slowly fall! There is no more you here, and there is no more calling voice! Don't say any more!
Today is thanksgiving, but I still want to say "thank you!" " "There is no chance! I think, when I grow up! I must be filial to you! But there will never be another chance. Everything is an unfulfilled promise!
Because your departure makes me cherish the people around me more, I no longer fantasize that people around me will wait for me. If I don't catch it myself, I will often lose it!
I have been forgetting, but I still put myself in memory. If you miss every scene, you will not care about each other silently ... for a long time, remember the past of laughing and crying, the helplessness of gain and loss, the repetition of love and love, and the exile of fleeting time. Memories keep rewinding, and all the moments about you are replayed in my mind. Strange and familiar things flow slowly in front of us. The fleeting time ran aground in a smile, short but unforgettable. In that cold winter, that pure white memory will be frozen forever.
The wind, with a distant light breath, is calling me. I followed the wind and sound and returned to a quiet place. Wandering around, I seem to see my true self, standing in the cold winter wind with a bitter smile. Time is like water, and the gaps that pass quietly draw clear traces. At this time, sitting quietly in front of the screen, holding my favorite black tea, staring at the wisps of clear smoke floating around the plate from the cup mouth, the intoxicating soul floating slowly, and the fragrance in the air, my heart actually shed tears at this moment. In this winter when the light disappears, I just want to talk about the corner. The moment of reincarnation, the blink of an eye. Those memories that will flash will eventually flood into my heart. In retrospect, everything is like a dream, seemingly seamless, but it can't go away.
Missing is eternal missing, and it will be the pulse of true feelings.
Suddenly, a meteor flashed in front of my eyes, remembering that the meteor had passed away when I made a wish. I only silently expected that the meteor could row my thoughts to another sky and pass my story and thoughts to her-my mother.
A thousand dollars can't buy true feelings. I came to this distant hometown with hope and seldom saw my mother again. Although I often hear her voice on the phone, I still can't get rid of my thoughts. I think maybe this is the so-called "true feelings"!
It suddenly occurred to me that someone once said that the brightest star next to the moon is the parent star, and it is possible to make a wish at the moment when a meteor crosses. So, I went to look for the ordinary and mysterious star. Because it rained during the day and the moon didn't come out at night, I couldn't find the parent star that gave me 18 years of love without regrets.
Eighteen spring, summer, autumn and winter, and eighteen cycles of cold and summer mean that my mother gave me eighteen years of silent love.
The failure of the exam made me feel like a fish without oxygen, self-righteous but unable to struggle, on the verge of despair, just as Li Bai said in the book "Difficult Road to Shu". I forgot how to breathe, how to face failure, and more importantly, how to face my mother who is facing the loess and "waiting for good news". In order not to disappoint my mother and prevent my "good news" from hitting her thin body again, I didn't send her my usual greetings for a whole week. When I got up the so-called courage to dial the phone at home, there came a affectionate greeting: "Xia Xia, is steamed bread enough?" I brought you some eggs and bread from the eggs today. Remember to pick it up at the station at noon. If the weather is cold, you should put on more clothes. Don't catch cold, it will affect your study, do you hear? ""mom, I know, you can rest assured! Oh, ... Mm-hmm ... I want to tell you one more thing. The result of this exam is not very satisfactory. "Tears welled up." It's okay, son. Obviously, I heard my breathing on the other end of the phone speeding up, mixed with sobs: "If it's nothing, I'll hang up. It's okay. Let's relax. You work hard. It's not your fault that you didn't study hard. Hang up! "
What warm words! But who knows, it is these warm words that cut my heart like a knife, painful, painful … So, with my mother's encouragement, I made a new study plan again, with a clear motive: I must not let my mother down next time, and cherish her tears!
Did you hear the majestic Huining Mountain? My heart is crying and expecting. I want you to bring my thoughts and wishes to my mother. Tell her: everything is fine for her daughter to study abroad. Please put down her caring heart and pay attention to her health. Huining's excitement can't lock her daughter's missing heart. Mother is the source of her daughter's life and will never forget her thoughts. My daughter will love you forever!
I couldn't restrain my yearning for a long time and wrote it down in the dark night. I hope it can blow into my mother's sleeve with this fresh spring breeze, and send her coolness when she needs the spring breeze and the love of her daughter studying abroad!
Eighteen-year-old * * * makes me have a lot to say to my missing mother. However, this decade of mother-daughter love, how to use this poor pen to say?
Mom, now that my daughter is studying in other places, I think you are better than everything. I just hope you can take care of yourself, take care of yourself. In a thousand words, "mom, my daughter will always love you!" " "
Mom, you will always be my safe haven. When I grow up, I will definitely let you live a good life!
Outside the window, it is still a gray-black night sky, and the air is filled with a deep feeling-the daughter's love for her mother and her daughter's miss for her mother.
Miss eternity, show your true feelings!
Label: composition missing in senior two.