Miss the excellent composition 1. I walked alone on the grass. Suddenly, a striking' re' made me lost in thought.
He is a lively, cute, eccentric and a bit stupid dog. I still remember his timid appearance when he first came to our house. Compared with later, the difference is simply a heaven and an underground, as if the whole house is its territory. Everyone in the family should be polite to it. Don't ignore it except me. At home, it has the best relationship with me. Every time I go home with my father, he will wait for me at the door. But if I didn't enter the door first, it would yell at the people who came in, as if to say, "get out of the way, get out of the way, let my little master in!" " "Because of this, mom and dad have been criticized by this little ancestor. Parents who are criticized are like children who have no reason to speak after being criticized, and their eyes are full of innocent eyes. After I came in, this little ancestor changed his face faster than turning pages, like a singer, and his eyes immediately became very pale, giving me a feeling of innocence. It ran into my arms step by step with its meaty little feet and kept arching my stomach with its little head. No matter how unhappy you are, you will become comfortable and happy under its comfort.
When doing homework, it will be very obedient and consciously lie on my lap to watch me do my homework. Every time I finish my homework, it will fall asleep, but when it realizes that I don't write anymore, it will struggle to open its heavy eyelids, look at me with dull eyes, shake its head and ears from time to time, just like a naive child. I still remember his eyes clearly.
It's a pity that it came quietly and caught me off guard.
One night, I took this little fool out to digest food, and suddenly a huge evil dog came at me. To him and me, the image of a dog is like a monster. But in order to protect me, it rushed to the bad dog and bit the big dog. With its flexible walking posture, it has avoided the fatal bites of many big dogs. As soon as I saw something was wrong, I shouted. Seeing someone coming towards us, the big dog was not afraid, and the bad dog bit its leg. I rushed to the evil dog to scare it away. Unexpectedly, it was not afraid, but rushed at me, at that critical moment. It appeared in my sight, and it blocked the dog's mouth with its weak body. In a flash, there was blood everywhere and the ground was red. It fell in a pool of blood and cried. When people arrived, it had no breath, and the dog was tied up, but I didn't care about it, just sat beside it and cried silently.
In order to thank this little fool for protecting me, I buried it under the grass in front of my house and gave it a small wooden sign, which read "my little fool"
Now, "Fool Bao Xiao" has left me for several years, but every time I come to this small world, my heart will inevitably hurt, because I still miss it in my heart.
I miss that excellent composition. It's difficult to cross the river, but I don't know if it's safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
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Time always seems to leave people with shortcomings. In a blink of an eye, my mother has left me for three years.
The memory of her is always so clear, and occasionally I will see her figure in a corner, and she smiles at me affectionately. All this is a fantasy, but I hope I didn't wake up.
She is a gentle but particularly stubborn person. I inherited her character and became that kind of indomitable girl. She warned me uneasily, don't be too attached to someone or something, you will suffer in the future. I smiled and replied that I was not afraid, because I was protected by my mother.
Fate always likes to play tricks on people. One day, bad luck came to this family. She was calm when she learned that she was ill, and didn't collapse like others, or the reality must keep her strong in front of the children. Finally, she gave up the treatment and chose to spend the last time with me, waiting for her lover. Fortunately, she is waiting for my father's return.
However, she still failed to survive this winter, and she left us for a long time when hope came.
The winter of that year was particularly cold, so cold that I was afraid; It's so long that I'm desperate. I didn't cry the day I sent her away. My eyes were red and swollen from crying the night before. Sitting next to her and watching the busy people, I seem to stay out of it. I just want to gently hold her hand, accompany her, and let her go with peace of mind, even if she is flustered, even if she is not protected by her mother in the future.
On the way to send her back, I thought of the afternoon when school started, and she was still doing everything for me silently as usual, telling me silently. I followed her closely, quietly listening to her advice, and occasionally turned to wipe away the tears in my eyes. I'm afraid this is the last time she will help me pack.
That afternoon, exhausted, she finally lay in bed. I lay beside her for a long time before I left, and finally got up at her urging. After getting up, I stood by her bed for a long time, but I didn't put my idea into practice in the end. I just looked at her rosy face and said, "Wait for me." "Ok, come back soon", her face is a smile I haven't seen for a long time, very happy and serious.
I returned to school with all kinds of disappointments and worries, but I never thought that what I was afraid of would come true. That afternoon became my farewell moment with her, and she couldn't wait for me to go home. ...
Three years later, the last time we spent together still flashes in my mind, and I regret it. Regret not kissing her that day and say that I love her very much. This has become a regret and pain that I can never get rid of.
Mom, are you okay? My daughter really misses you!
Miss the excellent composition 3. We will graduate soon and won't get along for a long time. Liu Xinxin and I are not in the same middle school. However, I believe that the friendship will last forever and the friendship between us will not be shattered. I will contact her often, but I have been friends for a long time. My friends in recent years can't be wasted. "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." No matter how far we go, we will always be friends! I won't forget you, my friend ...
This friend and I spent six years in primary school together. No matter how difficult it is, she faces it with a bright smile. Every moment, her smiling flowers are blooming. ......
She is Liu Xinxin, a brilliant and beautiful "flower". A little black fairy with beautiful eyes, a charming smile and long and narrow eyes. Tolerance, generosity and humor make her the focus of our class. In my heart, it is always because of her that my heart is relaxed and I feel happy. She made my childhood colorful. A lot of unforgettable things happened between us.
When I was most frustrated and helpless, I lay on the lawn of the garden, looking at the sky and thinking about her. We can always be honest with each other. I always like to lose my temper I remember that time, she saw that I was angry again because of a little thing, so she went over with a pen and said, "What, angry again?" Why are you so angry? " Don't be so petty! People say silence is golden, but I think tolerance is golden. After listening to this, I was amused by her and raised my mouth and said, "How can I say that tolerance is golden? "Ha ha!" "That is, tolerance is gold, tolerance is gold!" We both laughed at once. "Remember, don't be angry in the future! Otherwise I will be angry! " She helped me correct many problems, and I am proud to have such a rare friend.
I remember another time, when we had our last spring outing in Dinghuili Primary School, the students were all beaming, passionate and beaming. At noon, when we have free activities, she drags us around looking for new things to see. Running around, we were all sweating, sitting under an umbrella and enjoying the cool, talking about the idea of going out for a meal after graduation. Liu Xinxin spoke with relish, smiling ... "Remember, we should have a good meal! No one is allowed to fall! " She said.
I will graduate soon, and I won't be able to get along for long. Liu Xinxin and I are not in the same middle school. However, I believe that the friendship will last forever and the friendship between us will not be shattered. I will contact her often, but I have been friends for a long time. My friends in recent years can't be wasted. "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." No matter how far we go, we will always be friends! I won't forget you, my friend!
Miss the excellent composition 4 "Scratch, Scratch". Firecrackers are ringing, the Spring Festival is coming, and the festival we are most looking forward to has finally arrived. There are many customs in the Spring Festival, but our favorite is to receive lucky money.
Speaking of lucky money, it has a long history: it is said that there is a small demon with black hands and white body called Chong. "Chong" always comes out to harm people on the first day of every year. It touched the sleeping child's head three times, and the child began to cry in fear, and then he would have a fever and get sick. A few days later, the fever subsided, but the clever child became a fool. An old couple, especially afraid that "jealousy" would harm their children, put money under their pillows. When I rushed in at night, I wanted to reach out and touch the child's head. Suddenly, a light flashed in Chong's eyes: "Ah!" "Chong" let out a cry and turned and ran away. Since then, "Chong" has never come out to harm people. Because "Chong" and "Sui" are homophonic, it is called "Sui" money.
After dinner, I took out the lucky money from the drawer, and the bright red hundred-dollar bill came into view. I count excitedly, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred ... the more I count, the more excited I am. "wow! I already have so many lucky money, what can I do with it? " I began to say to myself: "It can be used to buy stationery, comics, recharge game cards, eat KFC and watch a movie. Buying a mobile phone should be enough ... haha! I am rich! " At this moment, my mother came up to me and said, "Chen Nuo, I'll give you a suggestion!" " ""yes, yes! " "You give me money and I'll pay your tuition. "I am reluctant to hear the words' paying tuition'. You know, my little money is not enough to pay tuition. So I started bargaining with my mother. " Mom, just leave me 500 yuan. ""no, a hundred at most. " "That two hundred? "My mother finally compromised and left me 200 yuan.
"ah! My comic book, my KFC, my mobile phone! It's all gone. What can I do with such a little money? " I sat on the stool alone and sighed. At this time, my father came to me and said, "You can learn how to manage money by saving money in the bank, you can also help students who have difficulties, you can also buy a bunch of flowers for your mother on Women's Day and a cake for your father's birthday ... all these are very meaningful." "all right! Although it is very meaningful, I am still very lost. "
This Spring Festival is particularly meaningful in my excitement and loss. I understand that lucky money can buy delicious food as well as delicious and fun food. However, if you use it wrong, it will lose its meaning.
Miss the excellent composition 5 times and click away from the clock ... Only when I look back, I find that time is as short as the blink of an eye. ...
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I miss the vitality of spring, the freshness of summer, the joy of winter and the warmth of autumn.
I am a junior two student, and I am thirteen years old this year. I miss all the good times of my childhood!
My time at home has been much shorter since I entered junior high school. I can no longer walk on a country road like a primary school, live so contentedly like a primary school, and live so easily like a primary school, so I miss that primary school time and the warmth that belongs to my childhood.
Time flies, so a few years passed away in the blink of an eye. When I realized it, I couldn't hold it, and I couldn't help feeling it. When I was in the sixth grade, I used to hate my parents' nagging. I hoped that time would pass quickly and let me get rid of these troubles as soon as possible. But now I think about it, how could I be so stupid and have such a wish? I didn't realize until today that I miss my parents' nagging and everything at home almost all the time. This was the case in seventh grade, and it is still the case now. Every weekend, I beg for time to leave slowly, which is just the opposite of my original hope.
I have cried alone in the quilt many times at night, thinking silently about the time at home, unable to help but shed tears, and I felt that time again in my heart. ...
When I came home from school, I walked on a country road and walked with my friends. Watching butterflies dance in rape blossoms, watching streams gurgling, watching the sunset stay on the hillside … watching everything in the country. It is so comfortable to step on the flat ground and listen to the sound of fine sand rubbing against the sole, without any irritability. When I walked to the door and saw my mother waiting for me to come home from school, I rushed over and gave her a big hug. How warm it feels! How soft and comfortable it is to put down your schoolbag and fall on Simmons' bed! Lying in bed with my parents at night, watching TV, chatting and listening to frogs outside the window, what a warm enjoyment! Looking at my mother's painted face, I can't help but feel a trace of sadness, which has been entangled in my heart for a long time and can't be dispersed. Looking at my father's generous back gives me a familiar sense of security ... their smiles linger in my mind, and their happy laughter also lingers in my heart! That's the only smell at home.
I dream this sweet dream over and over again, and I can sleep until dawn every time, so that I have to lie in bed for a while every day, so that the warmth can last longer and longer. ...
Now this sweet dream is getting farther and farther away from me, and it is rare to relive it again. On the contrary, it is nervous, nervous, and the third is nervous.
I miss Simmons bed, golden fields, TV with good memories, and frogs' cries ... Has my mother got more white hair? Is father's back a little bent, too? When can I return to my parents and get a huge umbrella for my parents with my current nervousness?
I will keep hope.
I miss the gray, lifeless and antique old jar just to remind me of my grandmother.
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The sun was warm and sprinkled on grandma's grave. My mind is that kind face and a gray, lifeless and quaint old jar.
Grandma's house is a few collapsed earthen houses, grandpa is a strange temper, and grandma in memory will always be Ma Xie in linen and black pants. In our only photo, I am out of place with this simplicity.
In the afternoon in Hexi, grandma's most precious old hen will report a great happy event to grandma as scheduled-an egg. Grandma will show a wrinkled smile, hold up her most precious egg, and think about the way her most precious granddaughter eats eggs, and her smile will be even stronger. As if she heard grandpa's terrible footsteps, she quickly stuffed the warm baby into a jar in an inconspicuous corner and went to work.
She looked anxiously at the people waiting at the distant intersection, but from time to time she looked at the gray crock out of the corner of her eye. Grandpa will scold when he sees it: "What are you looking at? Hurry and cook. "
"grandma!" With a tender call, the locked brow suddenly loosened, as if with magical power. She quickly put down her buddy and went straight away, looking at her granddaughter who had not seen for a long time. She stuffed me with candy. Grandma makes tea and cooks at noon. When Grandpa wasn't looking, she took out some eggs from a gray crock that had been treasured for a week and happily made me egg drop soup. Grandma must be very happy.
Busy with my studies, I gradually have no time to go back. Grandma's eyes have been looking at the gray crock, and her mouth is chanting: "Granddaughter, when will you come back?" My grandmother hasn't made you egg drop soup for a long time. Grandma really misses you. " As he spoke, he burst into tears. While I am busy, I don't have much time to think about other things, let alone my grandmother. Just when I was eating eggs, I suddenly remembered the gray crock and my grandmother who stuffed the eggs into the gray crock. It's stupid of me to think of it now.
Grandma died, and I insisted on using the gray crock as a funerary object. Grandpa refused, so I had to give up. However, grandma doesn't have an urn. What can she use to pin her concern for me? Only I miss my grandma in front of it.
Now when asked about the smell of eggs and flowers, I feel very ironic, satirizing my ignorance. I don't know how to cherish until I lose it. Isn't it?
A gust of wind blew, mixed with the smell of some egg drop soup, which I felt very cordial and pungent.
To this day, I still cherish this gray crock and always miss my grandmother. I hope grandma will have a filial grandson in her next life-postscript
I miss excellent composition 7. This is probably the most torturous sport in the world.
Missing can make people feel blue during the day, insomnia at night, complaining before people, and loneliness after people.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
I think I'm anxious to go home. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many people were forced to leave their hometown with smiles or tears for the sake of war, livelihood and going to a foreign land. Maybe they don't even adapt to the local conditions and customs. Maybe no one helped after the setback. Maybe no one will really toast you with wine after success. White hair is longer when there is no one under the moon.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Should belong to the yearning for love to leave people. The meeting of two people is a reunion after a long separation of 500 years. I finally got a pillow to sleep, and the next day, I didn't know where there were so many reasons. Peacocks fly southeast. Indeed, the most terrible thing is unrequited love. There are always many wishful thinking people. When they finally wake up, they can only hope that the years will be quiet and that they will get a good family. In this way, you will be enlightened, and then your deep thoughts will be forgotten.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply.
Guzheng mourns the clear autumn festival, and the iron man is also sad without tears. But where is the end of the world for this institution to serve the country?
You should worry about the country and the people. Or hate the king for committing crimes against the people, neglecting the management of state affairs, and incessant wars, which make the people part ways, or hate bandits everywhere, burning and looting, and leaving the people helpless. It turns out that when the country is gone, there will be no home. World peace, which I have been thinking about, has now completely failed. Falling into this field is to miss the beauty of early life day and night.
When I miss you, I lie in bed, tossing and turning, lying sideways, not standing upright, unable to control the spread and growth of my thoughts. Sometimes I miss making plans with excitement, sometimes I miss regretting my improper handling of things, and sometimes I miss leaving my sadness more and more chaotic.
Missing is an extremely tiring exercise. Running makes you tired, and missing makes you tired. Reading makes your mind swell, but missing makes your limbs weak. Missing is a whole-hearted exercise. Once someone enters this circle, I'm afraid they can only solve it themselves, but the time to solve it is uncertain, either one or two days or three or five years.
So, everything has nothing to do with romantic. Open it if you want, unlock it if you want, and liberate it if you want.
At that time, all the food was fragrant, all the sleep was sweet, and nothing would be missed.
Miss Excellent Composition 8 "Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming ..." This is Zhu Ziqing's hope for spring; "Facing the sea, spring blossoms" is Haizi's deep expectation for happiness; "At the moment we got the dessert, the dessert we expected became bitter and sour." This is the hope of the English poet Shakespeare; On that day, the flowers withered and flew all over the sky. Daiyu said, "But take me to the next life and repay him for my tears in this life." She looks forward to paying her tears and looking forward to being together in the next life.
Just as white clouds look forward to the blue sky and grass looks forward to germination, people and things are all looking forward to it without exception. In hope, wait for today's happiness and sadness, and look forward to tomorrow's truth and beauty.
Once, my father told me with firm eyes that he was going to work in Yinchuan; Tell me "don't chase" with your back. Young and ignorant, I don't understand the true meaning of work. My little heart is full of faint sadness, sighing that I have lost my best game playmate. I often look forward to a pair of magical wings, flying freely like a bird and flying to my father's side. Then pulling my father's sleeve, my father put his hand into his trouser pocket and enjoyed the weeping willows of Tang Laiqu and the clear water of Aiyi River. Play in colorful flower Expo Park and lush forest park; Miss the pink and green Haibao Park and the bustling Zhongshan Park; Rippling in the mirror-like Hu Bao Park and the crystal clear Xixia Park. ...
Now, my father keeps his promise, calls me every day, videos with my mother, and carefully guides our little emotions. Dad told me that life is not the beginning once and for all, and the reward of life lies in the process of enrichment. I grew sturdily under the warm care of my father, and gradually understood the hardships of my father's work. Whenever night comes and I am tired of doing my homework, I will lie in front of the window sill and look at the beautiful night sky. A persistent expectation rises in my heart, hoping to be my father's "intimate little cotton-padded jacket" and stay with my father to relieve his worries. On the phone, my father patiently explained the Xixia story to me and described the bright future of the Silk Road. I don't know how many times, I held the phone and fell asleep sweetly. In my dream, my father dragged me along the "China-Arab axis", looking up at the sky and the oblique hook of the moon. Soon, I accompanied my father to the top of Helan Mountain and remembered that Yue Fei was driving a long car. Standing on the edge of the cliff, looking for the secrets of ancestral rock paintings. ...
In the near future, I can dream of Yinchuan. When my father told me the news happily, I jumped up with my mother in my arms and sang happily: "It's not just the Xixia Mausoleum that makes me study;" What fascinates me is the seclusion in Jiangnan.
Hope is the spring breeze in sunny days, and rain and snow occasionally fly in cold days. But as long as the heart is full, this desire will produce strength. I hope you and I all have expectations and can fly.
I miss that excellent composition. The moonlight outside the window falls on the ground, just like a pool of stagnant water in the forest. I sat on the floor and waited for a while, quietly thinking about this day. You, after all, have to leave and go far away. Well, since you're not with me, break up this relationship.
The first day. I vaguely remembered the autumn when I met you. You are noisy, like a lively squirrel. I turned on my mobile phone to search for information about your distant city. How are you doing?
The next day. When I looked at the map today, I found that our distance is about 300 kilometers, which is really far. I remember we were not in the same class in high school. You smiled gently, touched my head and said, "Distance makes beauty." This is a lie. Because I really miss you.
The third day. Watching the news broadcast about your city today is more attentive than watching Korean dramas. But suddenly I was so sad. I said I wouldn't miss you far away, but I never forgot. Really stubborn. Don't think about what you can't reach!
The fourth day. I have a headache after sleeping under the covers all day. I still can't help thinking about you.
The fifth day. Force yourself not to think, you can always meditate on the distance.
Day six. Light rain. It is raining in my world. I hope it will be sunny there.
The seventh day. I received your express delivery. It's a stack of photos with familiar handwriting on the back. Gently rubbing the photo, the memory comes from the fingertips bit by bit, and the feeling is clearer than the image. This is a distant starry sky, this is a distant sunset, this is a distant street, and this is a distant high wall. I remember that under the bright starry sky, your eyes were as bright as stars, and you said that you and I formed "we" and would never part; I remember in the afterglow of the sunset, you said you would accompany me to turn loneliness into courage; I remember in the bustling street, you said that there are more than 20 thousand people in the world who will become friends at first sight, but some people may never meet one; I remember on the high wall, you said that if you want to be alone, you must tell her that taking this secret to the coffin is not even a funeral. I remember everything you said, but I didn't do it. It is only 300 kilometers away. I can't even get this far?
The eighth day. It's dawn, and it clears up. I get up on time, wash and dress, eat breakfast, read books and sleep. Forget the pain and powerlessness before, I decided to look for you in the distance. If I stay in my shell forever, I'm just a kitten and I'll never be a leopard. So, don't hide, take the first step bravely, run to the distance, to the place you want in your heart, to the person you never forget.
I came to your city and walked the way you came. How far is it? It may actually be very close, just between your thoughts and your thoughts. Go far bravely, don't let her pass by your world!