When I was there, I missed the feeling of starting a family. That morning, Teacher Liu came to our room.
She said: "Some people have to stay in Beijing for an extra day because they didn't buy train tickets for the whole camp. Are you going back? " At that moment, I cried.
I don't know why, I can't help crying at the mention of the word "home". In my heart, home is my protector and my shelter from the wind.
Let me introduce my home! This is a family of three-me, my father and my mother. Of course, my father loves me the most in my family. Every time I go out, my father comes to pick me up or accompany me.
When I was very young, my father and I went shopping in the supermarket. When I got home and watched TV, my father sat next to me unconsciously.
After a while, I felt my hands were light. At first glance, dad ate all the cakes. What a big boy he is! Because of this, I ignored my father for several days.
Compared with my father, my mother taught me very strictly, but sometimes she cared about me. I went shopping with my mother that day. First, my mother bought me a white skirt.
I fell down when I entered another shop. Blood stained a small skirt.
Mom willy-nilly, take me to the hospital at once. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor drugged me.
I found that my mother's feet were blistered, and I didn't say anything. Until that night, I saw my mother taking medicine alone in her room.
She said, "It's worth it for my daughter!" I cried silently outside the door, only to know that my mother used to be strict with me, but she was very kind to me. Of course, I am the apple of my parents' eye and the happy fruit of the whole family.
Once I was eating French fries. There was glue and ketchup on the table. I was watching TV, and I ate the glue unconsciously.
Dad saw it and said it, and the whole family laughed. At the summer camp, I thought that my father was eating my potato chips and the family was happy.
At this moment, I felt the warmth of home.
2. Poem 1 Expressing thoughts begins with the word "miss", and homesickness is like swimming. -Tang Li Bai's Early Autumn in Taiyuan
Interpretation: Homesickness, like the continuous Fenhe River, flows to hometown all the time.
2, thinking of my husband is like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night. -Tang Xinhong's "Zaqu Gexing, Being a King"
Interpretation: thinking of you is like a full moon on the horizon, weakening its luster night after night.
3, Simei paradise, the moon falls in the west wind. -Song Zou Denglong's "Autumn Night Long song"
Interpretation: The beauty I miss is thousands of miles away. Crows crow, the moon has set and the west wind is blowing rapidly.
4, the four kings have a long autumn night, and their souls are nine liters a night. -Tang Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc, September West Wind Eastward"
Interpretation: I miss your autumn night is particularly long, and my soul seems to ascend to heaven in one night.
5. Thinking of you is like drowning, and you can still smell sobbing. -Tang Yong Yu's "Out of the King"
Interpretation: I miss you like a dragon, and I often hear the sound of water whimpering.
Did you miss the beginning of the composition by rhetoric?
I remember this summer vacation, I went to Beijing Summer Camp. When I was there, I missed the feeling of starting a family. That morning, Teacher Liu came to our room. She said: "Some people have to stay in Beijing for an extra day because they didn't buy train tickets for the whole camp. Are you going back? " At that moment, I cried. I don't know why, I can't help crying at the mention of the word "home".
In my heart, home is my protector and my shelter from the wind.
Let me introduce my home!
This is a family of three-me, my father and my mother.
Of course, my father loves me the most in my family. Every time I go out, my father comes to pick me up or accompany me. When I was very young, my father and I went shopping in the supermarket. When I got home and watched TV, my father sat next to me unconsciously. After a while, I felt my hands were light. At first glance, dad ate all the cakes. What a big boy he is! Because of this, I ignored my father for several days.
Compared with my father, my mother taught me very strictly, but sometimes she cared about me. I went shopping with my mother that day. First, my mother bought me a white skirt. I fell down when I entered another shop. Blood stained a small skirt. Mom willy-nilly, take me to the hospital at once. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor drugged me. I found that my mother's feet were blistered, and I didn't say anything. Until that night, I saw my mother taking medicine alone in her room. She said, "It's worth it for my daughter!" I cried silently outside the door, only to know that my mother used to be strict with me, but she was very kind to me.
Of course, I am the apple of my parents' eye and the happy fruit of the whole family. Once I was eating French fries. There was glue and ketchup on the table. I was watching TV, and I ate the glue unconsciously. Dad saw it and said it, and the whole family laughed.
At the summer camp, I thought that my father was eating my potato chips and the family was happy. At this moment, I felt the warmth of home.
4. About the happiness of missing poems, it is the relief of "looking for him in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, suddenly looking back, that man is in the wind and fire"; Happiness is "under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, carefree."
Look at the leisure of Nanshan; Happiness is "I will walk until the river blocks my way, and then sit down and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran". Happiness means "don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts."
I didn't see my crazy ears.
Love is the silent tacit understanding that "although my body does not have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn"; Love is "a person gradually widens his clothes, does not regret it, and takes it off for Iraq."
No regrets; Love is the helplessness of "there is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown, only mind"; Love is "ten years of life and death"
Obsessed, disapproving, and unforgettable; Love is such a lingering wish: we want two birds to be one, fly in heaven and grow together like two branches of a tree on earth. "
Faith is proud of "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea"; The belief is that "you are still strong after many trials and hardships, and you are unrestrained in east, west, north and south"
Persistence; Faith is the expectation of "waiting for the beginning, cleaning up the old mountains and rivers and facing the sky"; Faith is "not afraid of clouds covering your eyes, just seeking the most."
High-level confidence.
Happiness is a good wish of "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles are beautiful"; Happiness is "sometimes there must be something in the dream, and there is no time to force it in the dream"
Calm: Happiness is the great ideal of "owning a vast building and becoming a great refuge for all the poor in the world"; Happiness is "wasted for Iraq,
Expect the belt to widen gradually and will not regret it; Happiness is the romance of "holding your hand and growing old with your son"
; Happiness is "Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, nothing".
Wang Lun sent me a love letter.
; Happiness is the thought of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and it sank again, and I suddenly thought of home"; Happiness is "excuse me, where is the restaurant?"
Looking for "Ziyao refers to Xinghua Village"; Happiness is a good wish of "I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful"; Happiness is "until, holding up my cup, I ask the moon,
Bring me my shadow and let the three of us. "
; Happiness is a pursuit, but when you walk 300 miles and go up a flight of stairs, you broaden your horizons.
; Happiness is "the shadow is thin, the water is shallow,
The fragrance floats on the moon at dusk. "
; Happiness is the clarity of "the rain in the sky is as crisp as crisp, and the grass color is close but not enough"; Happiness is "the silkworm dies"
Silk parties, every night candles will cry their wick "pay." ...
Listen, that's a colorful sentence she left in the Song Dynasty: "I will always remember that I was drunk at dusk and didn't know the way home, and I returned to the boat happily at night ..."
Listen, that's her dead face in the mirror: "I'm tired of combing my hair at night ... people are thinner than yellow flowers ..." Listen, that's her face.
Beauty confided: "Yan 'er is sad, but she is an old friend ..." Listen, that's when she left on the plane leaves.
The messy pace: "The phoenix tree is raining, at dusk, bit by bit ..." Listen, that's her sigh of slumping in a chair and drowning in loneliness.
In silence, a tear on her face gradually lost its trace, leaving a long dripping sound.
Reading, let me learn Li Bai's "Wow, how can I bow and scrape to the dignitaries solemnly enough, and no one will endure the perseverance of being treated with sincerity" and feel Du Fu's "Andrew"
Ten thousand buildings, all the poor people in the world are happy. I understand Lin Bu's "thin shadow is shallow."
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Dim fragrance floats in the dusk. "
Quiet and beautiful. So, I found the pleasure of reading and understood the meaning of reading.
spring
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This is a canvas full of life. The colors of spring fill the garden, but they can't all be accommodated.
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An almond came out of the wall. therefore
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Spring begins to walk.
spring
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This is a picture full of vitality. Birds and swallows tell the New Year.
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But so far it's Mazhen and Longzhong. therefore
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Began to roam in spring.
spring
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be
A gallery showing the magic of life. Wet with clothes, apricot blossoms and rain
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Blowing your face is not cold. therefore
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I'm beginning to feel that spring has arrived.
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The mind is a vast sky, which contains everything in the world; The mind is a calm lake, occasionally rippling;
The mind is a snowy area, reflecting a colorful world.
Pain is groping in the dark, and the road ahead is bumpy; Pain is a kind of sadness that no one understands, and it is helpless in the face of all setbacks; ache
Suffering is the deepest torture of the soul, no tears, no confession; Pain is a natural expression and a devil in trouble.
Lies are moths of the mind, eating people beyond recognition; Lies are a deep quagmire in which people can't extricate themselves;
Lies are an endless black hole, which makes people fall into the abyss of sin.
Still life is the beauty of solidification, and moving scenery is the beauty of flow; Straight lines are smooth beauty, while curves are euphemistic beauty; A noisy city is a kind of bustling beauty.
A quiet village is elegant and beautiful. There is beauty everywhere in life, as long as you have a pair of eyes to find beauty and a heart to feel beauty.
5. Tonight's article about lost ancient poems
Tonight, it's quiet. A bright moon is high in the sky. A trace of autumn wind blows across your cheek. That's so cool. The glory of the moon wrote poems of early autumn on the earth. The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind and sang softly. At this time, I am full of worries, holding a cup of fragrant tea, staring at the deep night sky by the column, letting my thoughts fly away from the confusion of the night. Will you miss your hometown in the bustling city? Miss your beautiful clear water? The moon and stars are dark and sad, and they are far away. .
Tonight, I gently light a candle and drink a glass of wine for you. With the bright moonlight and soft starlight, please invite WU GANG and Chang 'e of the Moon Palace to read poems and taste wine with us, and sing and dance lightly, so that the ups and downs, distress, sadness and depression of life will disperse with the moonlight and the wind. Have you seen it? Moon shadow mother-in-law, through the branches of autumn leaves, quietly left Qinghui behind. Did you hear that? WU GANG's Chang 'e spoke softly, so ashamed that the moon only showed half its face. What a warm night, what an intoxicating Mid-Autumn Festival! Do you remember? !
Tonight. In this soft moonlight, in this faint feeling, I gently play a song for you. Knead the brightness of moonlight into this melodious ancient song, did you hear it? I miss you deeply in that song. Tonight, I am bathed in the bright moonlight, and my body and mind are pure and natural, as if I had been baptized. All worldly ugliness, treachery and deception have been washed away, and all the depression in reality has dispersed with the silver moonlight. Quietly, quietly, the moonlight poured on me, flowed into my heart and opened my window. I, regardless of my soft thoughts, float away like white clouds and float to where you are.
6. Homesickness begins with a poem. 150 word composition is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I'm constantly homesick, although I'm not here. My heart yearns for it. My hometown and I, in Qian Shan, seem to be separated by water, but we have never been far away. I miss my grandmother's thatched cottage, one east and one west, just like mushrooms in the mountains, dense, natural, simple and lovely.
I miss my grandfather's wicker chair. When I was a child, I sat on it and played with the sun shining in my palm, as if everything was under control. When I clenched my fist, it had disappeared, and the feeling of being close to my hand was a beautiful illusion. Grandpa put it under the melon rack in the yard and made a cup of tea. He sat on it and played by. I looked at my grandfather's expression, just like a feeling of life when the west wind withered the green trees last night. I went to the tall building alone and saw the end of the world.
7. At the junior high school level, the theme is the lack of the beginning of the composition and the lack of about 200 words.
Missing is a kind of care, and one heart is full of selflessness and sincerity to another. Such as drizzle, warm and lingering; Such as elegant snowflakes, crystal clear. Affection, love and friendship are reflected in yearning, as strong as wine, bitter, bitter and fragrant; Missing embodies beautiful imagination, longing and prospect, and beauty is like delicate dew, clear but not turbid, gorgeous but not vulgar. Missing is like a gust of wind, swaying around in the space of the soul, drifting away with care and consideration, leaving behind a deep sadness. Missing is also a sad wish and a yearning for it. This is a kind of lingering love.
Missing is the sweet and delicious nectar. When we are unhappy, as long as we think that there are still some people we care about in this world, and some people who care about us, all the depression and unhappiness will drift away with the wind. At this time, my thoughts will turn into wisps of fragrance and wrap around my heart. These sweet thoughts have become a part of our lives: for example, parents' selfless love for their children, lovers' lovelorn thoughts and friends' indifferent thoughts. These beautiful ideas have become the driving force for us to pursue a happy life. When we are frustrated, missing is our strong spiritual pillar. When we are down and out, missing gives us confidence and strength. When we are proud, our thoughts turn into waves, jumping and dancing, dancing with our hearts.
Missing is a deep emotional sustenance. Full of various flavors, there are always too few sweet ingredients, which are often entangled and covered up by dry and acid. Missing is a painful torment. The most bitter missing is that you are worried about the other person, and the other person may never know that you are thinking of him. Or even if the other party knows, it will not be moved by your disappearance. This is just the idea that "the fallen flowers are intentional and the running water is ruthless". This single thought will exhaust you. Even so, you are still willing, only willing to care about him silently behind his back forever, support him silently, and appreciate him from a distance with those adoring eyes as always.
Missing is sincere and does not contain any impurities. It is the natural expression of true feelings between people. There is too much content in endless thoughts. There are memories of the good past and prospects for the good future. There are silent blessings and prayers, and there is a desire to know each other's thoughts and thoughts. Missing is sweet, because the person you miss is thinking of you, and missing is sour, because your missing may always be a wordless ending. The same is missing, but there are two completely different feelings. The feeling of missing is different, but the way of missing each other is the same, always so sincere, so pure and so persistent. The feeling of missing is different, but the psychology of missing each other is the same. I toss and turn at night, I can't sleep at night, I am worried during the day, and I think a lot. Missing is so charming and heartbreaking!
Missing is not only a concern for distant relatives, but also permeates the people around us. It can be reflected in every detail of life and exists in every inch of air in our lives. The phrase "Happy Birthday" in the birthday, and requesting a birthday song is an expression of missing; A cup of tea, a newspaper, is the embodiment of missing; Occasionally, a phone call and a text message are all confessions of missing; Say "hello" and "good night", and your "goodbye" and "walk slowly" are all confessions of missing.
Missing is a kind of spiritual monologue, an emotional outlet that can never be separated and confused. What does the world lack? How many people can get rid of the fetters of missing?
8. The composition with the theme of missing has a taste of 100 at the beginning, which is called sadness; There is a kind of mood called sadness; There is a feeling called missing.
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Everything in the world is like this after all: you will regret it after doing it; I don't know how to cherish until I lose it; I will miss you every few days.
In the depths of my mind, I will always keep such a memory: my parents, who are over 500 years old, have been busy all day, dragging their tired bodies, and it is near evening when they approach the house. After a simple wash, my father came to the sofa, lit a cigarette and sat down to rest; On the other hand, mother must go to the kitchen to cook. Outside, the chimney on the roof suddenly emitted smoke, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like wisps of golden rosy clouds, slowly floating in the air. Swallows are also tired of flying, standing on thin wires and hanging their heads like beautiful notes. Everything seems so harmonious and comfortable.
I have lived here day after day, and everything here makes me happy.
But time is like water, and the sun and the moon fly. Six years of primary school is like a meteor. Although extremely beautiful, it passed by in a hurry. I am about to enter junior high school. Facing the new campus life, I am even more daunting. How much I want to snuggle up at home, but all this is impossible.
In the school life after that, I was like an abandoned bird, lonely and helpless. Here, I had that feeling for the first time-missing.
Miss, miss my parents at home, I wonder if they have a few more wrinkles because of fatigue;
Miss, miss the swallows flying all over the sky at home, and want to see them dance again.
Miss, miss every corner of my home, where I grew up.
I see, this feeling-missing. It is indescribable, but fascinating; It can't get rid of it, because it has been deeply implanted in your heart. You never know, maybe tomorrow not too far away.
This is missing.
9. Look for ancient poems about missing. When those red berries come in spring, they will glow on your southern branches. Take a hug home. For me, I want to talk about this most-"Acacia" Tang and Wang Wei.
The city walls are thin willows, and the roads are lush. I forgot to pick the leaves when I was carrying the cage, but I dreamed of fishing in the sun last night-Tang Zhang's "Miss the Spring Maid".
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up. -"Autumn Night Sending Qiu" Tang Wei
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. -"Send" Tang and Liu Changqing
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade? -"Spring Night in Los Angeles" Tang and Li Bai
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -"A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Tang and Li Shangyin
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -"Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Separation" Tang and Wang Changling
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. -"Send Yuan and Two Stones to Anxi" Tang Wangwei
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. -"Don't Dongda" Tang Gao Shi
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. -"Guests" Song, Zhao Shixiu.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Du Fu