1. Write an essay on the topic of 'missing'
I didn't say goodbye, I just left; I didn't leave, I just blended into everything in the world, smiling as before.
——Excerpted from "Reader"
The cool breeze blows, and every inch of the skin on the body is filtered by the wind, but it reveals sadness and loneliness, and the lonely figure is pulled away. Long, so long, my mood at this time revealed an inexplicable loneliness. (Book Village.com)
I gently opened a window in my mind, and the scenery outside was still the same. The blue-purple clothes and the interlaced black and white colors came into my eyes. Everything was so familiar. With your light steps, your lovely face, your gentle eyebrows, your spiritual eyes, your intoxicating smile, and the music woven by your laughter, it seems that you have awakened everything in the world, and everything is just like yesterday. With warmth in my heart, I leaned forward and looked around, but I could only see more of the thick fog and blur. Alas, I sighed in my heart, stood there blankly, my stomach was sour, I miss you, my dear friend!
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he closed the window resolutely but reluctantly. It was dark, and he allowed himself to wander in endless thoughts.
2. Write an essay on the topic of missing you.
The feeling of missing you
The autumn wind is very cool, but it cannot dampen the light of the morning sun. Walking through the night ’s dawn became the swan song in the violin piece “Butterfly Lovers”.
——Inscription
Wind chimes sing in the wind, just like our laughter in the past; sunflowers grow in the sun, just like us in the past, stubbornly holding our heads high and chasing after The rising sun.
How many memories were left in that strange yet familiar classroom. Opening the blocked heart, the past is like a jumping note, sound by sound, I fell asleep.
On the sports field, sweat is shed; in the examination room, tears are shed. Drop by drop, straight to the heart. I saw the past: the quarrels and laughter with my friends... suddenly appeared in front of me. The blackboard in the classroom has ever left our gaze of seeking knowledge; the corridor of the school has never left our hurried backs. Classrooms that were once noisy are now quieter than ever. Because now, the buildings are empty.
Do you blame time for missing me, or do you blame me for missing time.
I huddled in a corner, sobbing, looking at the familiar faces in my graduation album. Deep in my heart, it felt like a small hammer was beating the last line of defense in my heart. Under the green shade, the young man who once walked by can now only walk alone in the sunset. At that moment, my heart hurt to the extreme.
"After the cherry blossoms bloom, we must remember to wipe our tears and say goodbye, and fill the sky with words of blessing. We have to walk our own way in the future." Inadvertently, I looked up and heard a familiar song in my ears.
The world of mortals is rolling, and we are no longer the children living in the past; time flies, and we should cherish the present.
Yes, everything has become a memory, so why cling to the past?
The song "Butterfly Lovers" makes people yearn for that beautiful romantic love, that poignant but eternally memorable story, the lingering sound lingers in the air.
Oh, we can't go back, we can't go back. 3. Write an article with the title of "Missing"
I happen to have an article written on my blog.
But I don’t know what you need.
(You can replace the word "missing" in the article with "missing")
I'm missing you.
I have written such sentences countless times in my blog, notebook, and even in my compositions. However, I just said in the message I sent you that I miss you very much. Very.
I miss you very much. I have said it so many times that even I think I am not sick ***. But if I add "very" after it, I still feel that this feeling is real.
I finished watching "Farewell to Paradise" yesterday. I think of you except with a heavy heart. At that time, I clicked on your black and white QQ profile picture and typed "You must watch Dean's "Farewell to Paradise". No matter what method you use, I don't care." At that time, I just felt very eager to share with you a book that I thought was very good. There is an element of fascination mixed in those words, and there is also the painful fact that we are about to be separated in our senior year of high school. And the war-torn youth ended, and we were 17 years old. Regarding boyhood, one knows one’s warmth and coldness. The simplest life and the most distant dream.
I don’t have any of that anymore. "Dream" is a luxurious word, someone said this a long time ago, right?
I stared at your avatar until my eyes were sore, and then slowly deleted the sentence I originally wanted to send. We were separated for 4 days. We had no contact for 4 days. I haven't seen you for 4 days.
So what?
——You tell him I miss him very much.
We are all in our senior year of high school. After this senior year of high school, we are all adults. I should also understand many things. Gradually, the years have taken away my willful temper and eyes that are ignorant of the world like a child. I understand many things, but I always pretend that I don’t understand anything.
I miss you.
It’s not that I think I’m anyone, and I don’t want to know how tired you are of this. It’s just that one day I suddenly realized that one day we will be separated for a long time, and there will never be the simple emotion of not contacting you for 4 days like now. I miss you very much.
Such a clean emotion without any impurity.
I still shed tears like a child. I have never cried in front of you, so you often feel that I don't look like a girl anymore. This is a good thing.
It snowed today. At dusk, the dark night fell, and snowflakes slowly covered the small town. There was silence.
I often wonder, what does missing feel like? In fact, there is no sound when I miss you. Missing is like moonlight, slowly drifting along the night sky into this huge and forbearing and indifferent human world.
The dark night is getting late and the snow is desolate.
——Hope everything is well.
——Dear you.
——I miss you. Very. And never far away. 4. The title of the composition with missing as the topic
Title, Deep in Memory Missing is a kind of beautiful loneliness.
Loneliness is particularly beautiful only when we miss you. Missing is a kind of happy sadness, a kind of sweet melancholy, and a kind of warm pain.
Longing is the long indulgence of yesterday and the longing for a better future. It is in the endless longing that people's feelings are purified and sublimated.
Without distance, there is no missing. When the ship's whistle sounds, when the train's whistle sounds, when the car's wheels start turning, when the plane hits the runway and takes off into the sky, missing you begins.
It is precisely because of longing that we have the joy of meeting again after a long absence, the surprise of unexpected encounters, and the toasts of celebration when relatives and friends get together. Setbacks are hard on people and temper them, and they also forge the stability of human character and the depth of emotions.
Missing others is a kind of warmth, and being missed by others is a kind of happiness. Of course the best state is - missing each other.
Otherwise, unrequited love is a kind of sadness, and being missed only by others is a burden. Because of longing, the moon is infused with strong human emotions.
When the moon is curved, my thoughts are also curved. When the moon is round, my thoughts are also round. No matter whether the moon is curved or round, my thoughts are a bright poem. Missing you can make you cry, and missing you can also make you smile.
Whether you are crying and missing, or smiling and missing, when you are missing, you will not be distracted. Indeed, longing is also a kind of purity.
I miss you under the bright moon, in the dusk, and in the autumn rain. Beautiful scenery can more easily trigger people's feelings of longing.
The beautiful scenery also brings out the somewhat desolate beauty of missing. Along with endless longing, there must be a long wait.
American female poet Dickinson said: Ten thousand years is not long to wait, if there is finally love as compensation. This can really be said to be a kind of loyalty and open-mindedness in longing.
No matter how you say it, thoughts are a huge spiritual wealth. The stamps embodying affection, the letters exuding warmth, and the greeting cards expressing sincere greetings are all the content of this wealth.
The years may pass away like fallen leaves, but this wealth will last forever. On your long journey of life, it will always accompany you and give you warmth and strength. 5. Write an essay on the topic of "missing"
I didn't say goodbye, I just left; I didn't leave, I just blended into everything in the world, smiling as before.
——Excerpted from "Reader" The cool breeze blows, and every inch of skin on the body is filtered by the wind, but it reveals sadness and loneliness. The lonely figure is stretched so long, so long, at this time His mood was filled with an inexplicable loneliness. (Book Village Network) I gently opened a window in my mind, and the scenery outside was still the same. The blue-purple clothes and the interlaced black and white colors came into my eyes. Everything was so familiar.
Your light steps, lovely face, gentle eyebrows, spiritual eyes, intoxicating smile, and the music woven by your laughter seem to have awakened everything in the world, and everything is just like yesterday. With warmth in my heart, I leaned forward and looked around, but I could only see more of the thick fog and blur.
Alas, I sighed in my heart and stood there blankly, with acidity in my stomach. I miss you, my dear friend! A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he closed the window resolutely but reluctantly. It was dark, and he allowed himself to wander in endless thoughts. 6. A composition with the theme of "Missing"
"Missing" I searched alone in the autumn rain.
I saw the withered leaves flying in the autumn wind, swept into the rain and mist, like flying souls falling silently under the tree of life; the continuous autumn rain opened up my melancholy thoughts and beat my heart, But the slightest touch makes my heart ache so much. How can we forget that it was also a rainy autumn, and you embarked on a muddy road of no return, as misty and silent as the falling autumn rain.
What that autumn brought me was the rain and fog that I couldn’t shake off. How many times have I seen the kind you in my dreams, and how many times have you drifted away.
So my longing has been with me for two rainy autumns, and my tears have been with me when I wake up from my dreams. I slowly follow the crying team to see you off.
I know you will feel sorry for me, and you still care about my life: making clothes for me, studying with me; what you worry about the most is my mother, your only daughter. After walking on the muddy road, the pure land appeared. There will be a new grave there, where my most beloved relatives will be buried.
Do you like this land? It can make you peaceful and keep you away from fatigue and illness. But I know you will be scared and lonely. In the past, when you couldn’t sleep, I would always talk to you until dawn, but what about in the future? The flying shovels and loess seemed to bury my heart.
I feel so much pain, which cannot be described as heartbroken or heart-wrenching. Kneeling in front of your grave, watching the burning paper money flying, swirling, hesitantly drifting into the distance.
At this time I just hope that Feng'er can bring you the paper money. The wind got stronger, causing the small trees next to the grave to bend, making a "whoo" sound.
However, the rain stopped. I stayed with my mother and we did not leave. We were speechless to each other, but we both asked quietly: "How are you in heaven?" Two years have passed, but these two years have deepened my nostalgia. Every time it rains, I will think about it day by day. : I miss the pocket money you gave me, your face, your white hair, your hands, and the courtyard where you pulled me up. Under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, a naughty little girl stepped on me. Flattening a sycamore flower, she was still happy with her victory.
I laughed out loud as I thought about it. It was the whimpering wind and the gloomy rain that brought me back to reality. When I looked back, there were half as many "gold ingots" on the table.
With heavy steps and a heavy heart, I came to that land again, forgive me, my grandma. If possible, I hope these "gold ingots" can compensate for something.
The autumn wind blew the corners of my clothes, and I listened quietly and talked. I only hope that the wind can convey my thoughts.
Grandma, my eternal thoughts. . 7. Please write an essay on the topic of longing
See the autumn wind bleak again
I am looking for it alone in the autumn rain. I saw the autumn wind rustling the dead leaves flying, rolled into the rain and mist, like flying souls falling silently under the tree of life; the continuous autumn rain opened up my melancholy thoughts and beat my heart, but the gentle touch made me So heartbreaking.
How can we forget that it was also a rainy autumn, and you embarked on a muddy road of no return, as misty and silent as the falling autumn rain. What that autumn brought to me was the rain and fog that I couldn't shake off. How many times have I seen the kind you in my dreams, and how many times have you drifted away. So my longing has been with me for two rainy autumns, and my tears have been with me when I wake up from my dreams.
I slowly follow the crying team to see you off. I know you will feel sorry for me, and you still care about my life: making clothes for me, studying with me; what you worry about the most is my mother, your only daughter. After walking on the muddy road, the pure land appeared. There will be a new grave there, where my most beloved relatives will be buried. Do you like this land? It can make you peaceful and keep you away from fatigue and illness. But I know you will be scared and lonely. In the past, when you couldn’t sleep, I would always talk to you until dawn, but what about in the future? The flying shovels and loess seemed to bury my heart. I feel so much pain, it can't be described as heartbroken and heart-wrenching. Kneeling in front of your grave, watching the burning paper money flying, swirling, hesitantly drifting into the distance. At this time, I just hope that Feng'er can bring the paper money to you.
The wind got stronger, causing the small trees beside the grave to bend, with a "Wooing" sound. However, the rain stopped. I stayed with my mother and we did not leave. We were speechless to each other, but we both asked quietly: "How are you in heaven?"
Two years have passed, but the two years have deepened my nostalgia. Every time it rains, I will always think about it: the pocket money you gave me, your face, your white hair, your hands, the courtyard where you pulled me up, under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, a The naughty little girl crushed a sycamore flower with one foot and was happy with her victory. I laughed out loud unconsciously as I thought about it. It was the whimpering wind and the gloomy rain that brought me back to reality. When I looked back, I saw that there were half as many "gold ingots" on the table.
With heavy steps and a heavy heart, I came to that land again, forgive me, my grandma. If possible, I hope these "gold ingots" can compensate for something. The autumn wind blew the corners of my clothes, and I listened quietly and talked. I only hope that the wind can convey my thoughts.
Grandma, my eternal thoughts. 8. How to write an essay titled "Missing"
Missing is like water, flowing quietly in the sea of ????heart; missing is like fire, burning in the heart; missing is a dream, inside and outside the dream, so close to the end of the world; missing is a poem, between the lines , tear-jerking.
When I first came here, I couldn’t help but think of her often. I think of her short hair, lively eyes, and neat movements.
I think of her shallow dimples when she was little, and the way she talked in her sleep at night.
In the quiet night, lying alone in bed, thinking about her and the happy days with her, I always felt as if she was right in front of me.
This longing adds some sound to the quiet night, allowing me to feel that I am not alone or lonely in such a night. Missing is a kind of beauty.
Time passes little by little, and the day to go home is approaching day by day, but only the longing becomes stronger and stronger day by day. After the intense study is over, I lie down in the bustle of life at night. In the dormitory building, listening to the noisy voices, I couldn't help but feel a little irritable. At this time, longing will quietly come to you and enter your thoughts unconsciously, making you see it more seriously.
I thought of her again on a more "quiet" night. It was snowing heavily outside, and the north wind kept blowing the windows.
The dry trees were blown by the wind and made a "wow" sound, which sounded creepy. In the dormitory, the roommates all wrapped themselves tightly in quilts, for fear of being frozen by the biting north wind.
The night was extremely quiet, so quiet that I could only hear the whistling of the wind and the occasional sound made by my roommate when he turned over. The silence reminded me of her again.
I think of her hair that has been decorated with strands of silver strands by the years, her sunken eyes that are busy day and night, and her tired figure that is no longer upright. I thought of her again, but I couldn't feel the warmth in my heart, but my eyes were filled with tears.
Missing you is very painful. The taste of missing is bitter or sweet. Everyone has different feelings and feelings.
In fact, missing is a psychological activity that does not need to be expressed in words, but sometimes I always feel that it is better to say some words, just like missing. If you bury your longing in your heart, the other person will never know, but if you say this longing out loud, you will feel as if you are relieved and others will understand your true heart.
Although I have her in my heart, and although missing her sometimes makes people feel happy, and sometimes makes people feel uncomfortable, I still express the deep longing in my heart: "Mom ,I miss you so much.". 9. Write an essay around "home" with a title of your own
Home is tolerance, home is care, home is destination, home is the sunshine in everyone's heart, giving out seven colors of light.
For the prodigal at the end of the world, the world is home, and home is style and romance; for the numerous students, the motherland is home, and home is love and concern; for dangerous sailors, the world is home, and home is dignity and honor.
"There is a tight gap before leaving, and I am afraid I will return later." Home is longing and warmth.
"When I hear dogs barking at Chaimen, I return home on a snowy night." Home is warmth and security.
"The moon and stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south." It is the desolation and desolation of not being able to find a home.
"Walking around the tree three times, there is no branch to lean on." It is the confusion and sadness of not being able to find a home.
The hut was broken by the autumn wind, which is the sadness and pity of losing home.
When you are homesick, the moon is the only scenery, the stars are the only language, tears are the only letters home, and memories are the only way home. When you are homesick, the sunshine in your heart will emit colorful of light. In the dead of night, it’s the time to miss home. It’s very sweet when I’m homesick. The moon in my hometown touches my head. It’s beautiful when I’m homesick. The willows in my hometown hold my hand. There are tears when I’m homesick. , but tears flow with tears; when I miss home, I really want to do something for home, no matter how far away from home.
Home is like a round of sunshine in winter, which makes the poor and sick people feel the warmth of the world; home is like a small umbrella held on a rainy night, so that people who wander in a foreign land can get the shelter of family affection. ; Home is a light in the dark night, which allows lost pilots to return to a warm harbor; home is a toffee in the mouth, allowing people who have long drank yellow lotus to taste the sweetness of life; home is a flying shelf The rainbow in the sky allows people with gloomy eyes to see the beauty of the world.
The growth of all things cannot be separated from the sunshine, and the growth of people cannot be separated from the sunshine. Because sunshine gives people care, protection and happiness. So is home. 10. An essay on the theme of longing
The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines through my window, mixed with the smell of longing. The hot light at noon reflects on the face, filtering out the fragrance of longing. The bright red sun in the evening spreads across the sky, indicating the long longing for you. Just because I miss you.
Carrying longing is like embracing a dream. Loneliness is not our fault, it is just a gathering of youth. Missing makes our hearts no longer wantonly occupied by emptiness, and prevents us from being too depressed when we are alone. Just like a dream vaguely lingering in my mind, the wind-like feeling blows through the quiet cool air, and then fetters my thoughts. How do I measure the boiling memories? Endless watching, there will be the goddess of dawn at the end of the night, and I know there will be someone waiting for me on the side of my longing.
Our running is pulled by our limbs, moving when we move, and stopping when we stop; but the long river of longing is endless and has no fixed frame, only a vague feeling to contain and continue.
The night is deep, but I refuse to fall asleep; the sky is dawn, but I haven't woken up yet.
You may be confused and ask: Is this missing? Green mugwort leaves are hung in front of the door, and the fragrance of rice dumplings is strong and wafting everywhere. It reminds me of my childhood hometown, full of joy and affection. The fragrant Dragon Boat Festival is filled with fragrance in my heart. Now the fragrance of moxa is scattered, condensed into a rice dumpling, and turned into thoughts that fill the sky. I am standing on this side of my longing. Is there you on the other side of my missing? The two ends of the rainbow bridge.
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What is concern? Concern is a kind of longing, concern is a kind of feeling. Care is like a high-flying kite that cannot break free from the slender string, care is like the vines of melon beans wrapped around the fence; care is the mother's watch at the end of the village, care is the wanderer's desperation under the lonely lamp.
Please write an article on the topic of "care". There is no restriction on the genre except poetry. Prepare your own topic. No less than 900 words.
Idea tips: When I saw this title, I naturally thought of Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son". In the poem, "There is a tight gap before leaving, and I fear that I will return late." This is not "son Is it the concern of a loving mother who “travels a thousand miles to worry about her”? "The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world" is the wanderer's concern for his hometown; "Missing you makes people grow old" is the concern for the man who is guarding the frontier far away; "The lonely sail is far away and the shadow is in the blue sky" is the concern for the friend... From a certain On the one hand, as long as human history is, so will the concern; as deep as the family affection in the world is, so will the concern; as strong as the human affection is, so will the concern.
The focus of writing on this topic is "concern". After we clarify the meaning of "concern means caring and yearning", the writing will have a framework and scope. You can use your own cognition as the center of the circle. , draw a circle with concern as the radius, and all materials within this circle can be included in the title. If you are a poetry lover, when writing, you can collect poems about "care" from past dynasties and string them together into a brilliant article; if you are a master of narrative, you can tell touching stories one by one. A beautiful story about care; if you are a sentimental writer, you can also use a pen as big as a rafter, dip it in heroic ink, sing the song of "care", and turn it into a prose... The genre of the article is like the bones of the human body, and then... With structure as the veins, language as the flesh and blood, and writing as the texture, an article of both quality and beauty will overflow from your pen.
Of course, in order for the article to impress readers, it must also have details. Through detailed descriptions, the "concern" can be written vividly. When depicting a mother's concern for her children who have left home, the figure watching at the entrance of the village should become a detailed thing. Only by depicting it in detail and writing out the mother's heart vividly can there be something better than "Mother does a good job". "Many delicious meals are waiting for me" with a more interesting texture.
Example 1: Mid-Autumn Festival Night
It was a Mid-Autumn Festival night. The sky is gray and blue; the sea is also gray and blue. There is no distant end in sight, no trace of heaven and earth. In the midst of chaos, two bright moons cuddled up; only the sea breeze, carrying thick fog, moistened everything on the seaside. There seems to be no starlight in the sky, only a faint reddish light can be seen in the distance, just that little bit, lonely, lonely, and haggard. However, it flickers tirelessly, as if pursuing his shrinkage.
On the coast, on a huge reef, stood an old man, solemn and deep, like a sculpture. The sea mist soaked his silver hair and beard, but he didn't notice it. He stared blankly and quietly at the flickering lights...
This was already the fiftieth Mid-Autumn Festival night.
This old man was once a soldier. During the Anti-Japanese War, he joined the "National Army". On the eve of the liberation of the mainland, he arrived in Taiwan with the army. I spent fifty long springs and autumns in depression.
Concern\'Topic guide writing
Topic guidance
What exactly is "concern"? This is a very abstract concept. Fortunately, the topic material has used the metaphor of two people to hint at its connotation. We can completely use these two metaphors to start analogical associations and get to the topic from there. For example, "the high-flying kite cannot break free from the slender string", which is an analogy that reminds us of the concern of overseas travelers for their motherland, the concern of students studying abroad for their parents, the longing of parents for their children, and the longing for long-lost classmates and friends. Etc.; from "melon beans and vines twining around the fence", the analogy is associated with the attachment of children to their families, the attachment of wives to their husbands, etc. Through analogies and conversions, you can quickly open up ideas and determine the topic of the article. When writing specifically, you should carefully select specific and touching events, and strive to express your inner sincere feelings. When writing in epistolary style, firstly, you must pay attention to the standard and complete format; secondly, you must choose the object of statement (people you are familiar with or have a close relationship with) based on the topic of "care"; thirdly, the tone must be consistent with the relationship with the object of statement; fourthly, The main part should highlight the center of "concern".