Missing topic composition 1 Dear Emma:
Haven't seen you for a long time.
When I picked up a pen and began to write this letter, it was several months since our last conversation. We used to laugh, cry and talk tirelessly about one thing and spit on each other's schools. Separated by two cold computer screens, I actually felt a little warmth. I just feel sad when I think about it now.
I wonder if you still remember our first meeting. In the rainy season, you running all the way, with so many books overflowing from your arms, knocked me down with a turn. The book was scattered all over the floor, and most of it was wet by tiny raindrops. As soon as I looked up, I saw your golden brown big braid, lovely freckles and slightly apologetic smile. Your unique straightforward personality made you pull me up at once and apologize in nonstandard Chinese. The way you dance is so funny and cute that I can't help laughing, and my anger has dissipated by more than half. Laugh when you see me, regardless of the books on the ground, laugh together. You said that you came to China with friends, because you saw a book you liked very much, and you wanted to go back to the hotel and read it. But since you met me, you grinned and said, this is also fate. Hearing this, I only feel warm in my heart and a flower is in full bloom.
We exchanged emails and became familiar with each other in the long run. We have so many conversations, so many laughs and so many warm memories. Even today, they are still radiant and will never fade. But it all ended with your disappearance. I went through all the emails in my mailbox and walked back and forth for a long time where we met, hoping to see you again. I worked so hard and kept looking, but I found nothing after all. Finally, I realized painfully that I was afraid that I would never see you again.
Emma, I remember you once said "goodbye by fate" in unrealistic Chinese. You are a person who believes in fate, you believe in fate, and I also believe that between us, it will not break.
It's another spring, and it's also rainy in Mao Mao. When I walk alone on that road and smell the fresh breath of spring rain and the fragrance of flowers and plants, I will suddenly think of you and what we once had.
I have fantasized for a thousand times. When I walk on that road, I can meet you again and say a word gently and quickly:
Haven't seen you for a long time.
Your friend: Ann.
20xx March 16
Missing topic composition 2 Missing is sweet, refreshing like honey, and makes people feel heartfelt happiness. When I played with my father, he was very sweet, that kind of happiness, that kind of beauty. At that time, the laughter kept running in my memory: "Ha ha, ha ha, hee hee ..." Although my childhood passed, it also made me unforgettable.
There are thousands of people's thoughts, and I have not only "sweet" thoughts, but also "bitter" and "astringent" …
That was when grandma died. No one could feel that kind of bitterness and astringency, only myself, a person silently endured it. Grandma has been dead for a year, but that sadness can't be erased. Invisible and intangible, like a gust of wind and a cloud, floating around in my heart.
I miss not only these smells, but also sour ... At that time, I was a five-year-old child, and my brother found that his card was missing and accused me of "stealing". My mother beat me up at that time. I was too young to explain. Later, my brother found his card, and my mother cried when she found out. She was very sad and helpless. I stood by, not knowing what to do, standing silently, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Everyone's missing tastes different, but whatever it is, it plays a great role in a person's life. It can make an innocent person depressed, and it can also make a depressed person ecstatic.
Having an "unforgettable" miss is like having a "peerless horse", a horse with humanity. If you smile at him like a flower, he will be obedient to you and you can control it. If you frown at him, he will leave you. When you don't use this BMW when you should, it will fail day by day and die. Whether you can control this "BMW" depends on whether the time is ripe for use. ...
People who have tasted the taste of missing! Please get on the "missing horse" and start with the whip.
It was cloudy all day, and finally it began to rain in the evening. Raindrops beat against the window lattice with the wind. I opened the window, and the fresh smell of earth came to my face. After being washed by rain, I breathed fresh air. Let this lonely heart be relieved for a while, really, even I can't tell why I have a special liking for this rainy night, and I can't stop thinking about you. Miss you has become a habit of mine.
In such a rainy night, the long loneliness still accompanies my lonely heart. Still can't sleep at night. I stood alone in front of the window, looking at the mottled and dim street lamps in the distance, emitting more charming colors under the refraction of raindrops. I miss you endlessly on such a lonely rainy night. How many such lonely nights, sadness and loneliness always fill every inch of my space. Looking at you in the distance, you are crying! How many times have I made up my mind not to think about you, but my thoughts always occupy my fragile heart.
I looked up at the night sky after the rain, looking for the star full of blessings, but on this rainy night, the star shyly hid behind the clouds. I didn't find you, but I'm still a little sad; A little sad; A little disappointed; Listening to the dripping rain on the eaves, on this rainy night, I seem to hear the sound of my heart breaking.
Before I returned to the computer, I knocked on the keyboard in front of the screen, thinking of you. I can only record my thoughts about you in words, express my sadness and loneliness in words, and record my mood at the moment in words.
Every time I miss you, I will write you down in my diary. Your name has been imprinted on my heart. For you, even if you look through the autumn water, you don't want to go back; For you, even if your eyes are misty, you never regret it; Because even if you can't lock your fingers, misty rain and red dust bloom on the other side, and your smile has already warmed my cold heart!
You and I are walking in this network, I am at this end, and you are watching each other at that end. Thank you for letting me know you in this vast network. At the moment, it is the charm of summer that renders my romance; Or is your tenderness haunting my attachment in this life? I can't stop thinking about you, and my thoughts are once again caught in the long river of memories.
Every time I miss you, I will write you down in words. You cut a ray of moonlight and made my heart bright. It is you, with a hint of elegance, who gives your thoughts a agility; On this rainy night, I write my thoughts in every diary. You can see the words in my diary, but you can't see the tears in my eyes. The night is already deep, why do you still appear in my mind? Sadness and melancholy in my heart always make my thoughts ripple.
Dear, have you ever known that on this rainy night, I want to have you with me, even if I do nothing, just watch quietly; Even if you don't say anything, just sit silently; Even if you don't want anything, just hug each other gently; Even if you don't ask anything, you just care so deeply;
Words are linked to feelings, and feelings are linked to words. Sad words crossed my mind, thinking that I had forgotten the past, but the result was hidden in my heart. Gentle drizzle drops on my window and my heart. The night under the rain curtain is more enchanting.
Looking at the love of the whole city, there is only sad music in this rainy night; Sad mood; Beautiful words accompany me, the waves of missing, layer by layer, a pulse, a wave of romance across my heart, filled my heart, and turned into plumes of smoke on the other side of time.
The night is already deep, but I don't feel sleepy. I stood quietly at the table, with my cheeks in my hands, just looking at the screen. You said that when I looked at the screen, you looked at me in front of the screen. Tears are not obedient, I can't see you because you don't want me to see you, or my tears blur my eyes. I hate myself for treating you with my heart and feelings. The last one who is sad is himself, and the last one who is sad is himself. My diary is full of thoughts of you, sadness and tears.
How I want to sit at the table with you for breakfast and go to the kitchen to cook dinner; How I want to accompany you to hold a flower umbrella on this rainy night; How much I want to chat with you when you are sad, and I will accompany you when you are lonely and rely on each other in this long world of mortals; Let me miss you so indulgently tonight, exhaust all my reluctance and attachment, and gently say to your direction: I really miss you. ...
You will always be my angel.
Beautiful girls can make people jealous. Xiao Wei is a jealous girl. She is not only beautiful and charming, but also a representative of the music department. Wherever she goes, she stands out from the crowd, and Blue Sky is an equally attractive handsome guy. No one will doubt that the blue sky and Xiao Wei are a match made in heaven. However, there must be a premise that if it weren't for Xiao Wei, he would never accept the confession of any boy.
However, Lantian has never been a person who gives up easily. He is excellent in study, good in sports and good in personality. From the moment he met Xiao Wei, he decided that Xiao Wei was his angel and a man worth living. Even though he was publicly rejected by Xiao Wei, he was not discouraged at all.
The blue sky will still send flowers to Xiao Wei, hand in a glass of water in time when practicing songs in Xiao Wei, and still go to see every performance in Xiao Wei ... Every time Xiao Wei sings, he will see a handsome guy sweating regardless of his image, and that is the blue sky.
However, an accident appeared ... One day, a boy appeared beside Xiao Wei. He was also tall and handsome. ...
The world of blue sky collapsed ... There were no flowers in Xiao Wei, no water in Xiao Wei, and the boy who sweated for Xiao Wei regardless of his image disappeared from the singing audience in Xiao Wei. Without spirit, handsome appearance, empty eyes, live like a walking corpse. ...
When Blue Sky suddenly heard that Xiao Wei was studying abroad, he really felt that life was meaningless. He stopped studying, he was no longer excellent, he drank every day, and he was lying in the dormitory drunk. ...
Until one day a boy appeared in front of the blue sky, and the boy was beside Xiao Wei. At that time, the blue sky was still lying in the dormitory, and the boys sat and talked. ...
I'm Xiao Wei's brother. Xiao Wei didn't study abroad. Xiao Wei loves you. Small only congenital heart disease. The doctor said that she would not live for two laps, so she never accepted any boy's pursuit. She loves you, so she can't accept your pursuit She was afraid that she couldn't help accepting you, so she let me come to her side. Your depravity is unexpected. Maybe she was so beautiful that God was jealous and took her away too early. I shouldn't say this, but I don't want her to see you like this in the sky. In that case, she will be disappointed. ...
Sitting in the audience under the blue sky, Xiao Wei once sang on this stage. He stepped onto the stage, opened his arms and closed his eyes. Xiao Wei is singing beside him. ...
Xiao Wei, my eternal angel, I love you and I won't let you down. ...
Tonight, I miss you in the moonlight.
Tonight, the moonlight pours down like water and spreads all over the world. On a moonlit night, with soft thoughts, I feel particularly good. The moon in the sky also seems to be entrusted with a blessing, a thousand miles of thoughts, a quiet place, a agility that flows in the air, a tenderness that passes through the mood, a little thoughts that are inexplicable, a taste that flashes, lingers for a long time and gradually drifts away.
The moonlight gradually spread out, as if it were hidden, and there seemed to be a little light in my eyes. With a wink, a tear flowed to my cheeks, and I missed it, and it melted in my tears, lingering. It seemed to have been a long time ago, but I felt close at hand. Some people and things could never get out of the fetters. The past floated in front of me like smoke, leaving only a little indifference.
That miss is placed in the distant cloud, and the cold tears fall silently. I can control myself, but I can't control my heart. At night, a beautiful dream blooms silently and enthusiastically in my eyes. In the evening, I can drink to my heart's content and get drunk without hiding my reserved mentality. At night, I cry, crying can purify the soul, can heal the trauma of the soul, crying can alleviate the pain and calm my mind.
So, I also slowly restrained my emotions, suppressed my sadness during the day, and released it without reservation at night. I gradually began to like crying at night, thinking that the night can hide my tears and prevent people from finding themselves crying. I am fragile at night, as easily broken as glass, but only then am I who I really am.
Night, my favorite, I wish you could stay with me all the time. Can I choose you? Can I really choose to keep you? Even for a moment.
Incomplete memory can no longer construct the image of a Chinese teacher. I only remember his tall figure, but he has a hunchback and looks much older.
I remember when I was in primary school, it was Miss Zhou who taught our class the most Chinese. But also when our class teacher for the longest time.
About twenty years ago, his waist began to bend, so most of the students he taught called him "Zhou" affectionately, but he never got angry because he was serious about us, but felt a little happy.
I remember once, when our class was reading early. I didn't study hard, but took out the toys in the hole on the table to play with. When the teacher came to check (the teacher often looked out of the window when checking, and I leaned against the window), I found that I was secretly playing with toys. I didn't stretch out my hand from the window to hit me, but knocked on the window glass several times. Hearing the sound, I turned around and saw the teacher staring at me outside the window. My heart suddenly lifted like a stone, and then I tried to put the toy in the hole in the table in a panic, but I accidentally fell to the ground. I thought: it's over. If this time is over, I will definitely be scolded or beaten by the teacher. At this time, I heard the teacher say, "In the future, toys will have to wait until recess. You can't play at this time. Pick them up and study hard. "
Hearing this sentence, the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. I quickly stuffed the toy into the hole in the table, picked up the book and read it until the class was over.
Although the teacher treats people with a smile, he often scolds us; Although he is strict with us, he never hits people. Teachers always do this. They are strict with us, but they usually laugh. Even if a classmate makes a mistake, at most, he will be severely reprimanded.
This summer, I once went to Zhaili by car. The car stopped halfway, and then a familiar figure came along, either someone else or Zhou, who had taught us Chinese before. After he got on the bus, the car started slowly. He saw an empty seat next to me and staggered to sit down next to me. I called "teacher". He snorted and asked me if I wanted to go to the stockade, too. I said yes.
In the process of chatting, I observed that the teacher's hair almost turned silver, the gully on his face became deeper and deeper, and it seemed that a stone arch bridge was formed around his waist. Teachers are getting older and older. I asked him what grade he was teaching now, and he shook his head and said, "I'm retired, I quit …" I clearly heard him sigh lightly when he said this. This is definitely not what he wants to do. He accompanied many students to junior high school, and now he is too old to teach. I felt a little lost after listening to it, but out of sympathy, I managed to smile and joked to the teacher, "Oh, you see, teacher, you are old, and retirement can be much easier." It's nice to have time to wander around and relax ... "Hearing this, the teacher sighed again, and tears fell from his eyes, as if he could not bear to part with his students.
When I got to the station, I jumped out of the car and said goodbye to the teacher. Looking at the teacher's back step by step, I feel a little empty. I really miss the scene where the teacher taught us Chinese, even if I was scolded for making mistakes again, but ...
Zhou is too old to teach students any more. However, I still remember Mr. Zhou, who usually takes us gently, but often scolds us. I still remember who taught us Chinese.
I love the green leaves in spring, the overlapping green leaves in summer, the drizzle in autumn and the snowflakes in winter, but I love the fallen leaves in autumn more.
In autumn, whenever I see a yellow leaf falling from the tree, I think of my mother. Her figure is floating in my mind, irregular and will not stop. I think this is my mother's wandering figure. At this time, I am also desperately focusing on my floating mother.
People say that "fallen leaves return to their roots", but my understanding of this sentence is dubious. Seeing that the yellow leaves on the tree really fell to the roots, my beloved "floating leaves" have not come back yet. She is always drifting in the vast sea of people, and she doesn't know when she can "find her roots".
When I saw the fallen leaves of the big tree falling, covering the young trees below, supplying warmth and nutrients to the young trees, I thought of the care that the "floating leaves" had given me.
I remember when I was very young, I was sick once because my family was poor and there was no nutritious food, just some rice. My mother was afraid that my body couldn't stand it, so she covered the box with a thermos, put some rice in the kettle, and cooked it into gray rice for me to eat alone. She looked at me and felt a little smile at her mouth. She gently rubbed my head with her own head and asked me, "Son, is this meal delicious?" Is there enough to eat? If it's not enough, mom will cook it for you. "I just, um ... well, I didn't pay attention to her expression at this moment, but don't think too much. My mother must have been very happy at that time.
As the saying goes, "beating is pain, scolding is love." But at that time, I was too naive to know what love was and what love was. As long as my mother beats me and scolds me, I will call her ignorant or run away from the public.
I remember that time she hit me, so I scolded him. Then I went on a business trip, but I couldn't stay at my grandfather's house for a day, so she went to my grandfather's house to pick me up. On the way, she was afraid that I couldn't walk, so she hugged my back and walked home step by step. Looking back now, how sweet and happy that feeling is! It's just that all this is too short, too short.
Now I am an eighth-grade student, and I have fully understood what "beating is pain and scolding is love", but now I have no one to beat, scold, do my homework and ask. I feel more and more sad now than before. I really want to go back to the days when my mother forced me to do my homework with a stick. Her nagging often rings in my ears.
It is true that water can flow westward, but no one can stop time to go back. If time can go back, I really want to go back to the happy and warm days of my mother's "stick teaching method", gently lean my head in her arms and say to her, "Mom, I love you."
There are leaves floating in my heart! When will you come back to me?
When two people can play and laugh together, they don't think this friendship is valuable.
However, when two people are isolated for various reasons, there is such a yearning. I have had such an experience. MengMeng, the daughter of my mother's friend Uncle Li, is one year younger than me and is my good friend. I used to write to each other and send small things because I didn't have time. Mom and Uncle Li are our "postmen". On weekends, I often go to her house to play, and her family likes me very much. Uncle Li is very funny, and MengMeng has inherited many advantages from him. Her grandparents are excellent cooks, so eating at her house has a unique flavor! Her mother is a clever and quiet woman. She is a good mother. MengMeng is witty, smart, funny and lovely, with excellent grades and conscious order. Who doesn't like it? It was that trip to Shaoxing that cut me off from her. On that day, MengMeng, his mother, grandparents and Uncle Li went to Shaoxing to play together. I, MengMeng and Uncle Li have a car, and my mother and grandparents have a car. On the way, MengMeng and I painted and played cards ... How happy we were! Mom's car is in the front and we are in the back. An hour later, we arrived in Shaoxing. Our hotel is an ancient water town. Now, we can go boating Uncle Li said that they would leave this afternoon. What a pity! Haha, here is the key! "Wow, it's so big!" "Villa, is also two layers! What a big bed! " How interesting! MengMeng and I are having a pillow fight on the second floor, and my mother and Uncle Li are quarreling below! They quarreled more and more fiercely, and we all froze!
Later, Uncle Li dragged MengMeng away angrily … From then on, we can only chat online instead of laughing happily … However, we can play together again next week, so I look forward to it!