Missing composition 1 For autumn, I know how to miss. For me, there are many things worth remembering. The title of one sentence contains many Chinese and foreign poems praising autumn. Everything is so beautiful.
Since ancient times, some people have been lonely. For farmers, autumn is the season of harvest, and it is also the season of getting rich. This is a season to make farmers smile, and this is a beautiful festival. At the end of the cold, the yellow sunset is setting bit by bit. Whenever I see this scene, I don't fight in my heart, and the wind blows on my face.
In autumn, how can I forget moon cakes? The Mid-Autumn Day came to me silently, and the moon was full. On this desolate full moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a happy time for the whole family. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a reincarnation, a reincarnation. How wonderful it is to come back after the past!
Missing composition 2 Remember Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea? One of them is "the autumn wind is rustling and the waves are rough." This is what he wrote. Look at the sea. One autumn, my family and I went to the seaside for a holiday. There are towering mountains beside the blue sky and lovely small fish in the clear sea.
Our family happily came to the beach by the sea. We ran barefoot on the beach and had fun. Standing by the sea, I can't help reciting Looking at the Sea and recalling the author's mood at that time. It's really amazing. Suddenly I heard the sound of whales in the sea, which was very puzzling. After listening carefully, I realized that it was not a whale, but a voice from a distant ship, which was a false alarm.
Tired of playing, I lie on the blanket, feel the softness of autumn wind with my eyes closed, and look back at the small footprints on the beach. It was a wonderful memory. My parents are taking pictures of the sea, and my dog Mickey is lying next to us with his eyes closed. Who is looking for something in the trunk? Oh! It's my brother. It turned out that he was so hungry that he was looking for food in the trunk.
Footprints on the beach are the joy and happiness of my childhood. How I want to keep him! But time will not go back.
Missing composition 3: The day keeps occupying the night time, it's almost midsummer, the rich fragrance, the play of birds and your hearty laughter. Open the calendar and find that it is this time of the year-Children's Day.
I was looking forward to it every day when I was a child, and the little mood of looking forward to it is still a little warm until now. In my memory, when the sun shines through thousands of fine white clouds, the warm air is brewing, jumping and pounding in every child's heart. Then came the best day-6.1.
Three days before Children's Day, I saw my little brother downstairs skipping to show off to me: "Sister, sister, it's Children's Day!" " "I asked," Is Children's Day so happy? "
"Happy. Of course I'm happy! Haha. "
Hearing such a gentle and pure voice, I am really a little jealous.
The purest thing in the world is a childlike innocence, without pollution or trouble. Just like a small animal in the forest, it can always blink innocent eyes and ask a hundred thousand why. You are like an angel, like the sun, bringing hope and laughter.
On this day, I will bring you all the beautiful things. Happy Children's Day!
Unconsciously, autumn has passed, and there is still some nostalgia. I remember one time ...
One morning, I opened the window and looked out. I see the fruit on the tree. That is an apple tree. I see a big red apple on the apple tree. I really want to pick it.
So I went to get a long stick and circled around there, but I couldn't get it off, so I shook the tree, but it didn't help.
Then I went to get a big, big ladder. I put it away carefully and then walked up carefully. When I looked up, the apple was already on my face. I think I've taken it off now, and my hand fell to the ground.
I walked around the orchard again.
I miss the orchard in autumn at that time.
On April 4th, our family went to visit grandpa's grave.
When we got there, we put white chrysanthemums on the grave and watched my mother, aunt and grandmother cry. I can't help crying. "Grandpa! Why did you set foot on that long-gone train so early and go to a world where I will never see my grandfather? "
Grandpa, do you remember? Your habits haven't changed since you were ill. I watch you play double buttons at home every day. I'm kidding, grandpa, I really miss you!
You are in the hospital, doing chemotherapy every day, and you say you don't want to do it, but it's all for your health! Every time you finish, my tears drop by drop. Every time grandpa does it, you are in pain, and I am as sad as you.
Before, I was young and didn't know anything about it. Now that I have grown up, I can help my grandfather, read newspapers for you and help you. ...
When I was in kindergarten, my grandfather always came to pick me up. You drive a battery car, and I hold you in my hand. But now, you can't come to see me off and pick me up anymore.
Grandpa, I have grown up. I am at school and reading. I will never forget your unforgettable nod and your kind smile.
Grandpa, when you can't walk, you lie in bed curled up and look miserable. I wonder how you are getting along these days.
Pedestrians on the road are dying, grandpa. I will see you again next year.
My friend Liu Yanzhe and I spent a school year together, but I still can't forget our feelings, just like a newborn girl attached to her mother's warm arms. I don't know where he is. As Wang Bo said, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor". After all, you are my friend. I hope to meet you in the street, and I think you will say hello. Our friendship is deeper than the sea and higher than the mountain. Storms will not collapse and floods will not drown. This may be for me or for you. I want you to answer me.
Your appearance, personality, I have blurred, just like muddy water. Want to go back to the time with you, let's take a photo, put it in a time capsule, open it after more than ten years, and think of our former friends, although we only stayed with our family for one year. I remember that you are a smart head with a round head; The whole body smells of milk. I can't get tired of it. I ate too much milk powder when I was a child. Short stature may be playing computer at home and not going out to exercise; Maybe ... a stiff and stubborn temper. This is just my memory. I don't remember what happened between you and me. I think; Fold a boat and ride the wind and waves to find you; I think; Become a never-ending bird and go beyond the limit to find you. I think; Build tall buildings and stand in the clouds, just to find your trace. ...
My friend, I hope you can visit Chongxian in your hometown tonight.
Life is colorful, diverse and full of vitality. With the development of society, life has changed, getting better and richer.
There are five flavors in life-sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.
When we are scolded by our parents, our hearts are always sour; When we achieve excellent results in a certain aspect, we always feel sweet in our hearts; Under the feudal system, people are always suffering; When people do farm work and sweat under the scorching sun, their feelings are always salty; When people are too happy to stop, they always feel spicy.
I miss the good times I spent with my father when I was a child, and I miss the carefree life when I was a child. I miss the fun when I was a child, but it is impossible now, because we have entered junior high school life and can no longer be the spoiled little girl.
I miss living as carefree as when I was a child, and I miss my parents' meticulous care for me.
Life is colorful-red, white, purple, black and green.
White represents purity, and our life is pure and flawless.
Red represents passion, and our life is full of passion.
Purple stands for melancholy, and our life is melancholy and unhappy.
Green represents a vibrant future, and our life is full of vitality and development.
Life is full of colors, life is full of colors, and I miss living with my parents.
Study hard, work hard for your future, achieve new careers, enjoy life with your parents and never part.
I miss everything; I miss the sincere friendship. Bao Dan, I miss you and wish you all the best!
It's funny to know you, just because you like him and I are in the same class. What makes people speechless is that you want me to supervise him, write down everything you say to that girl and play with that girl. silent ...
In the future, we will become familiar. We will throw away our umbrellas and run in the rain together. We will laugh together on the deserted road. We will discuss whether the boys in a certain class are handsome or not. We will discuss how to escape together in the cram school. Although we can't escape, when the teacher stays to recite the words, we will say to me: Come on, you will definitely recite them.
Now I can still see your tears in my mind from time to time.
That's because the boy you like turned you down. Uh, puppy love. At that time, you were depressed and forced to smile. Finally, after sending off a group of mourners, you left Jindou on my shoulder in an empty corner. All right, you kid. ...
Still that little teacher, that familiar position, or that cool summer. That's right. We are all naive children. Now we are all grown up. I miss who we used to be. I hope we can all be fine!
I walked to the wet steps alone, and I sat down slowly. I didn't cherish sitting and chatting with you in those three years. I wander alone in a world that no longer belongs to me, which makes me unforgettable. The empty teaching building in front of us seems to be thinking, and our running laughter seems to rise again, as if we saw the picture of you crossing the finish line again, as if you appeared by my side again, laughing and watching the sky with me, but crying while chatting. ...
The picture of crossing the finish line is Grade Two. I remember there was a long-distance race between classes in the school. After most of the students ran, the little fat man in the class was still a lap away. Seeing that he was about to stop, his ear suddenly remembered: "So-and-so, come on, we must stick to the end ..." This loud voice is undoubtedly Mr. Tao's. Little fatty didn't know whether he was scared or encouraged, but he took a new step. The whole class shouted together, and all eyes focused on him. What I heard was the whole world shouting. What I saw was the whole world running ... on the empty playground. I couldn't help laughing.
Those fragmentary stories, like catkins, float into the distance. What I miss is an old place where we can sit and chat.
Missing composition 10 The road in late autumn is very quiet and quiet. I was walking on a shady path when a cool autumn wind blew in. Although it is cold, it is not cold enough to be lonely in my heart. Looking back, I looked at the campus blocked by the shade and felt sad. Six years have passed, and the fleeting time has caught us off guard. From a carefree pupil to a graduate who is going to junior high school now. Open a simple but well-preserved classmate record, so that familiar faces are printed in your eyes, some you like and some you hate. Now, only faint sadness and infinite memories are left. Looking at familiar and unfamiliar words, looking at mature but immature words, I can't help but miss them. Looking at that long string of telephone numbers, I know that this is an eternal bridge between our friendship.
I came to the teaching building and looked at the number of Class 3, Grade 6. Pushing open the door, I still saw rows of desks and came to the window. It's still that beautiful campus, as if going back to the past. The only thing missing is the noise between students and the sound of chalk crossing the blackboard.
Walking on the tree-lined path, I turned my head and a nostalgic smile flashed across my mouth. ...
Missing composition 1 1 childhood fun, scenes in my mind, if I am the happiest, it must be autumn childhood!
When I was a child, I still lived in my hometown. Although there are no tall buildings in this city, it has fresh air, bright sunrises and delicious melons and fruits.
When I was a child, I was very naughty. I often steal one or two fruits from other people's homes and take them home. I am willing to go home when I get dirty outside every day. I must have been scolded for soiling my clothes. Although I was scolded every day, I had a good time.
In autumn, the weather has slowly turned cold, and my mother began to add clothes to me, but every time I came home after playing, my coat was always lost and I was scolded again.
Sometimes I will learn from the adults at home, cross my legs like my father, use chopsticks as cigarettes, learn from my father's smoking behavior, and learn from the tone of adults.
I really envy me when I was a child and lived a carefree and happy life, but now I have grown up and the pressure is slowly on me. Stress makes me no longer naive. Let me move towards my dream.
Missing composition 12 before the winter vacation, I sent a notice to attend the composition class. At that time, I went to the composition class with the desire of "improving my composition".
On the day when the composition class started, I felt excited and expected unconsciously: I wonder if I can get along well with you? Is the course interesting? These fears proved to be superfluous afterwards.
The first lesson in our class is "Writers Face to Face", which was given by teacher Xiao, a writer who appeared in our textbook last semester. He left a deep impression on me. At the beginning, Mr. Xiao took everyone to appreciate "strange poems". What impressed me the most was a poem called Qingming, which actually had only one word-Lu. At that time, I was thinking: Is it raining on Qingming Road? After that, Mr. Xiao also shared some experiences of his life with us. In a blink of an eye, this class with both knowledge and interest is over.
In the next few days, we also had a class with another writer, Mr. Chen. She shared a wealth of travel experience with us and made us write down our deep impression on tourism, which is very helpful for our writing. In addition, I also attended the course of static image description of Teacher Ma. These courses are very interesting and enrich my knowledge. They kill two birds with one stone.
Finally, on the day of graduation ceremony, the situation of getting along with my classmates and the style of the teacher's class came to my mind one by one, and I felt unspeakable in my heart, as if I was still unfinished! I hope that similar activities can be held next year, so that the next class of students can also improve their writing ability and enrich winter vacation life.
Missing composition 13 It rained all the time in the early summer of that year, as if it were tears I prepared for you, which wet my heart. After all, you are gone, and you no longer miss my warmth. Is it true that no amount of fragrant dog food can call you back? My world is suddenly like this sky, gray, and tears blur my vision, and I can't see the traces of your departure. All you left me was these fragmented memories, pieced together and saw your bright smile yesterday. At this moment, I think I have seen your face clearly again, and I have returned to your side, walking side by side with you through the streets of this city, and your eyes are shining with clear light in the sun.
Accustomed to having you around, accustomed to your cute appearance when you make me happy, accustomed to holding you in my arms and rolling your gentle eyes on the grass, accustomed to your poor expression of wagging your tail to please me after making a mistake. You always play the role of pistachio. We like you very much and regard you as the most beloved baby and an indispensable member of this family. Although you are sometimes too naughty to make me angry, as long as you wag your tail and rub my leg with your nose, I will forgive you completely.
But now, baby, you have come so far, have you become the brightest star in the sky, shining brightly in the dark night?
Thank you for giving me great happiness. I will always remember that I had a lovely puppy to spend so many happy days with me. After the passage of time and the sublimation of tears, missing is the longest enjoyment. I won't forget you and I won't give up on you. I've been waiting. If there is a next life, please believe that we will still be together. I will cherish it more and never let you leave me again.
Missing composition 14 Autumn has arrived. It has painted the jungle with a layer of gold and put a gorgeous golden dress on the mature rice. Last autumn, I went to my grandfather's house in the country and really experienced the golden autumn which is very different from the city.
We sat in the car, and the car sped on the uneven road. Through the glass window, I saw one golden rice field after another. The lines of those rice fields are so soft, just like Chinese paintings are only rendered yellow without ink lines. We opened the window, and the cool autumn wind gently stroked my cheek. Rice nods with the autumn wind, both like a dancing girl and like waves on the water. In this endless paddy field, you can vaguely see some cultivators holding sickles and bending down to harvest rice. Even if you are sweating, it is difficult to hide the joy of inner harvest.
When I got off the bus, I walked on the narrow road in the field, smelling the fragrance of rice and looking at the endless golden color, as if the whole person was intoxicated by the charming autumn colors like this fairyland.
Looking back now, it seems as if what I saw in front of me made me unforgettable.
Missing composition 15 Missing is the fruit with endless aftertaste. Missing is fragrant, missing is a beautiful and lovely home, and missing is still our nature. But I think what I miss is the alma mater I am leaving.
My classmates and I have lived in our alma mater for six years and are about to part ways. Some of us may have to transfer schools, while others may still be here. However, we all have a kind of * * *, that is, we can't forget our teachers and classmates who share joys and sorrows.
In the past six years, the teacher has taught us all his knowledge, and the students have also demonstrated his advantages. What I have learned from my classmates and teachers is endless.
On the day of our graduation party, although everyone was happy on the surface, everyone was very sad and sad inside. We were all in tears until the teacher said his graduation speech. We were all moved by the teacher's words, and tears could not help falling. I would like to thank the teachers and students for their help and concern in the past six years.
Today, history and future will be welded by us, and the baton of the times will be passed on by us, standing at a new starting line, and loudly answering: "Teenagers should write more brilliant China poems."