1. A 500-word composition on the first day of junior high school at the moment of separation
The sky was as dark as thick ink, the moon was embedded in the sky like a gem, and the street lights on the road were still on. There was only one person and one dog walking on it.
The dog is old, its hair is no longer shiny; its eyes are no longer bright; its movements are no longer agile and light... Yes, it is old, and it has to pant every time it walks. His claws were almost worn out, and he followed his master feebly, not knowing where he was going. The owner was a little sad. Only he knew that the dog would no longer accompany him in the coming days. Its new home was in a pet hospital. After walking for a long time, they came to the secluded pet hospital.
The owner was reluctant to look at it, tears welling up in his eyes. His eyes caressed the brown hair of the old dog and stroked the old dog's back; his eyes moved to the dog's eyes again, and their eyes collided. The owner's eyes turned slightly, as if he was looking for something. He was looking for something. The time I used to depend on it. He pulled the dog inside.
A group of people in white coats came over, and the owner tied the dog leash and handed it to the group of people. The dog finally understood that it was going to be fostered and that it would never return to its owner's home. The dog shed tears, barked, jumped, and rubbed against its owner. The owner hugged it, and it clearly felt the owner's heartbeat and the owner's feelings for it. The owner left.
On the road, it was still the same person, but a dog was missing. A gust of wind blew by, adding a touch of desolation to the scene.
Since then, the dog has been lying there, because it loves its owner, and it firmly believes that the owner will definitely come and take it back!
2. A 500-word essay on the moment of separation
The moment of separation is the most painful. It always makes people reluctant to leave, and may even make them sad for several days. I don’t like separation, but my dear parents and I often have to face separation.
When I was a child, I grew up in my grandma’s house. My parents both work in Guangzhou and will only come back during winter vacation or summer vacation, so I am very eager for the vacation to come as soon as possible. When winter vacation was about to begin, I called my parents for several days in a row and asked: When will you come back? The semester is almost over, please come back soon, okay? Mom replied: I know, I will come back after finishing work.
They are finally coming back. The day before I came back, my mother called me and asked me if I wanted to buy anything to bring back. I always say something else, go around in a small circle, and then carefully tell my mother what I want to buy, for fear that my mother will not agree to buy it for me.
The next day, they came back by car. On this day, I didn’t go anywhere or play with my classmates. I just stood in front of the window and looked at the road in front of the door. From time to time, I called them to ask them where they were back and how long it would take until they got home. My mother always said: We are halfway back. If there is no traffic jam, we will be home soon.
It was getting dark and they hadn’t returned yet, but I was still standing in front of the window and watching. Grandma said, it's too late, you should go back to your room and sleep first. I refused and had to wait for my parents to come back before going to bed. However, since I didn’t sleep at noon, I couldn’t hold on for long, so I told my grandma: Grandma, they are back, please remember to wake me up. After that, he went back to his room to sleep.
When they were putting their luggage, I woke up, quickly rolled out of bed, hugged my mother’s waist, and said: What took you so long to come back. Mom said: Isn’t this a traffic jam? I ran to look through my mother's suitcase again to see what she had brought back to me. Mom brought me my favorite snacks and some beautiful clothes. I was so happy.
During the holidays, my parents took me to several tourist attractions. In the sea of ??pineapples, enjoy the colorful pastoral scenery and taste the sweet pineapples. At the corner of the lantern building, barbecue and collect shells. In Antarctic Village, watch the sunset, see corals, and take beautiful photos. I've been traveling for two or three days and it's time to take a break. We can also have a lot of fun at home, competing in rope skipping, sit-ups, and playing basketball together on the court.
They say that happy time is always short, and school is about to start again, but I am still very happy. I want to be with my mother.
Soon, mom and dad booked the tickets. Before leaving, my mother refused to let me follow her to the station, but I insisted on following her. On the way, my parents told me to study hard, listen to my grandmother, help her do what I can, and not to talk back to her.
When I got to the station, my mother told me to go back quickly, but I didn’t listen to her. words. I helped them carry their luggage to the check-in office and sent them to the car. The moment the car drove away, my nose was a little sore, and I tried not to cry. I secretly said in my heart, Mom and Dad, don’t worry, I will definitely study hard and listen to grandma obediently.
Separation is so hard to let go and painful. I really wish there would be no separation in life, and family love will always be by my side.
3. A 500-word essay on the moment of separation
"Xin'er, you will transfer to ** school in the second grade of junior high school!" "Yeah!"
Transferring to a new school is a big deal for me. All my past shortcomings such as anxiety, vanity, and losing my temper can be changed in the new school. At this moment, my little heart is filled with joy.
But, there was only a moment, "My classmates, Zhang Ziran, Yingzi, Wang Sixuan... I can't bear to leave them!" At this moment, my little heart was filled with sadness.
You used to be so domineering to the boys in the class, but now they are separated, why are you crying? In the past, I broke up with my best friend over trivial matters. Why do I laugh at my ignorance now? Perhaps only at the moment of separation can we know how to cherish.
"Zhang, I want to transfer away and study in Dianjun." "Are you willing to let me go?" "Not willing." "That's good." Just a few sentences, a few words , but what is drawn is the pain of separation.
"Oh, Yang Fan, I'm going to transfer." "Oh, what's wrong?" "No, I'm sorry before." "Haha, I won't mind. Everyone can't bear to leave you. Bless you." "Yeah" I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that when I used to fight with my classmates, they would actually bless me! I cried.
It is a drama, a drama that makes people cry, but we must continue to watch it, because there are countless dramas in life, but sad dramas are dramas. It taught me to accept life.
I want to leave, but I don’t want to say anything because it will make me cry even more.
Only at the moment of separation do we know how to cherish.
4. A 500-word essay on the moment of separation
We are always walking on the road, and there will always be forks in the road that separate those friends who have been with us for many years. The great wheel of time is always turning before it turns, and it never stops for a moment because of anyone's regret.
Reality is always so cruel, and those who escape reality will have to face life one day. At the end of the semester when we were promoted to junior high school, we were destined to part ways after being classmates for six years.
That summer, heat waves came one after another, and it was extremely hot. In the classroom, there is no familiar chasing and fighting. It is quiet, quiet, extremely quiet. After the exam, the students all sat peacefully in their seats, with a lot of sadness hidden on their seemingly calm faces. No one was willing to speak out to break the seemingly peaceful atmosphere, not even the usually lively and cheerful naughty ones. We know that once someone cries, just like the butterfly effect, the whole class will burst into tears.
The teacher walked in from the back door at some unknown time. Perhaps, he has been there all along. On the resolute face is a pair of mismatched, slightly red and swollen pink eyes. He walked to the podium seemingly calmly, but his trembling lips revealed his inner fragility.
"Classmates, today is our last time to get together. I will take you to a place." After saying that, he turned around and no one saw his expression. We made no sound and followed silently. The setting sun is like blood.
When he came to a big mountain, he finally stopped and said slowly: "When the teacher was still a student, my teacher also spent his last days with 'us' here. Now, the teacher is also spending your last days here with you." The wind ruffled his short black and white hair, and his face became much more haggard - was he nostalgic for the past or nostalgic for the present?
The sunset is about to fade, dyeing half the sky red. I have no time to appreciate this beautiful scenery. Will the classmates who once studied together, played together, and laughed together; the teachers who once advised with earnest words, taught tirelessly, and made silent contributions become a thing of the past? No, no! I stretched out my hand and searched hard, but found nothing. The lights and shadows in my mind change, the voices and smiles of the students, and the words and deeds of the teachers emerge one by one. They are unforgettable and unforgettable!
We looked at each other in silence for several hours, and what was supposed to come finally came - parting. "Students, please go back," the teacher said tremblingly. "Ugh..." Several girls with fragile psychological defenses burst into tears. Then, everyone cried, including the teacher. At the moment of separation, the tears poured down from fifteen people soaked the land under their feet...
Time, even if it obliterates the ancient road in the deserted village, cannot bury the peace in the years. .
Later, a big tree and fourteen flowers grew on that piece of land...
5. A 500-word essay on the moment of separation
In these days, when time flies by and the moon flies by, I have spent 14 years. I don’t understand why I have to face separation in life? Is this the so-called growing pains?
I have been timid since I was a child, and I have been unwilling to leave the warm harbor of my mother’s arms. Sometimes because my mother is not at home for something, I will burst into tears. I am like a shadow. Stick to mom. The most distressing thing for me when I was a child was going to school. Whenever I mentioned going to school, I felt like I was struck by a thunderbolt, and I was so frightened that I cried. No matter what, I could never escape the clutches of Tathagata Buddha. My family always tried every means to send me to school. My mother used my favorite candy to trick me into entering school. I was naive and ignorant at the time and took the bait. At first I thought I was very smart, but when I found myself in an unfamiliar environment, I realized I had been fooled and had no choice but to cry.
When you grow up, you will eventually leave your warm home. Following my mother's repeated instructions, I entered the primary school campus. At first, I missed home every day. I thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. At night, I dreamed that I was at home, and when I woke up, I would shed tears of sadness. Over a period of time, I had many friends with whom I stayed together day and night, as well as teachers who taught me how to teach. I no longer missed home as much as before, because this was our home.
We study, play and rest happily together. I think this is the happiest thing in the world. Time flies, I have spent six years happily in this big family, and we are about to part ways. Our laughter and laughter, the scenes of us fighting and working hard together, the footprints we left on campus... Time waits for no one, and I can only commemorate this wonderful period with tears.
I know that I cannot always be so naive. We will eventually face society and see the wind and rain. In junior high school, I chose the middle school in Xingtai, left home, left my mother's warm embrace, and flew to the distance. On the campus of middle school, it was difficult for my mother and I to meet each other, but I no longer shed tears as easily as before. I believe that I have grown up and I have begun to thrive. The separation in primary school had a great impact on me. I often wonder why people have to face separation. I didn’t expect that when I got to middle school, I would have to be divided into classes, and the newly established friendship would have to be broken up again? I think of every parting scene, and the sad feeling comes back, but I know this is to grow into a better version of myself.
Becoming stronger through each separation is growth. The road of life is long and far away, and there may be many differences in the future. As long as we live a fulfilling life, learn to cherish it, and turn the differences into motivation for progress on the road of life, there will be no regrets.
6. A 500-word composition for the first grade of junior high school at the moment of separation
Separation is everywhere, some separations are temporary, and some are permanent. Some people also say: separation is for a better reunion.
In the second semester of grade *, I was not very good at studying and was only an average student. By this semester, I have more homework and it is more difficult. I really don’t have time to take care of the little turtle at home, and my parents don’t have time to take care of it either. So, I decided to put it back in the river, maybe it would live better that way.
On Sunday, I filled the useless milk powder can with water and put the turtle in it. Maybe it couldn’t accept this new environment and huddled in the turtle shell. I walked heavily along the way. Arrive at Guipan River.
I was hesitant on the shore. I wanted to put the turtle into the river, but I didn't. It was like there was a force that didn't let me do it. But I've already thought about it, don't be indecisive. So, without saying a word, I closed my eyes and poured the turtle into the river. Then I took out the feed I brought and poured it into the river. I said in my heart, dear little turtle, this may be the last meal I feed you. Are little turtles also human? It didn't gobble it up as usual, but looked at me. I watched it too. Just like that, time passed minute by minute, and we were still looking at each other. Finally, it began to eat the feed slowly, very slowly, as if it was enjoying the last meal I gave it.
Finally, it swam away. On the way home, I felt uneasy and uneasy, as if there was a huge stone pressing on my heart. I thought to myself: Will it adapt to the new environment? Will you have a good time? Will you encounter natural enemies...
"Boom, boom, boom!" A boat sailed by. I looked back and saw that it was a garbage-cleaning boat. Suddenly, I was surprised: The little turtle wouldn't be caught in the net, would it? I looked at the river, hoping in my heart that the little turtle would never be caught in the net.
When I got home, the more I thought about it, the more I regretted it. If I had known this would happen, I would not have put it back in the river. I comforted myself that people have to face reality. Until now, I still don't understand why I regretted a turtle for so long. Maybe it was really important to me.
7. A 500-word essay on the moment of separation
In my memory, many people have forgotten, but she, my classmate Wen, I will never forget.
I remember it was the eve of National Day, and the head teacher asked each of our classmates to make a tabloid about "Celebrating Happy Birthday to Motherland Mother". As soon as I heard the teacher finish speaking, I felt worried, and I kept wondering what should I do? I don’t even know how to design the most basic version, what should I do now? Alas, just when I was sighing, frowning, and thinking hard, Wen, who was sitting in the front row of me, saw me. She asked me kindly: "Hey, Ling, why are you looking so sad? Let me tell you. Maybe I can help you." "It's up to you, come on, if you can come up with any good ideas, forget it!" At that time, I thought she would be unhappy after hearing my cold words, and maybe she would ignore me in the future. Woolen cloth. But unexpectedly, she smiled and said to me as if nothing was wrong: "How will you know if you don't try."
So, I told her that I didn't know how to do tabloids. Unexpectedly, she patted my shoulder and said to me: "Hey, I thought it was a big deal. This little thing is worth worrying about. Come on, let me help you." She took out a bag from her schoolbag. She handed me a piece of paper full of words and gave me the version of the tabloid she had made. She also taught me how to make the tabloid beautiful. When I saw it, I was very happy. Guess what? It turns out that this is the information I dreamed about about poems praising motherland and how to design the version. She showed me and taught me seriously. At that moment, I felt very warm and happy. At this time, I was so moved that I thought: I want to thank you very much this time. If you hadn’t extended a helping hand to help me when I had no clue, so that I could complete the homework assigned by the teacher in time, maybe I would It's not finished yet.
Wen and I are about to leave and go to different junior high schools, but I will always remember her as a good friend and will never forget her.
8. A 500-word composition on the first day of the new year at the moment of separation
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, day after day, year after year, and our mood is accompanied by the sun It rises and falls, is happy and sad.
Because I am about to graduate and leave my dear friends. I am sweating under the red sun, but I can’t feel the heat of summer. Instead, I feel the sadness of parting. Today, everyone is in a very low mood, because we are about to leave the school that has been with us for six years, the teachers who taught us knowledge, and the classmates who brought me laughter. Those beautiful memories seem to reappear in my eyes. , somehow, I shed crystal tears.
I walked to the classroom with heavy steps. I hugged my classmates one by one. The reluctance burst out in my heart. We comforted each other and said goodbye until the teacher entered the classroom.
Our tears are like a lake that never dries up, flowing in our eyes.
We obeyed the teacher’s order, went downstairs obediently, stood in line, and waited for the cameraman to take our first graduation photo in our lives. While we were waiting, no classmates whispered. There were no classmates playing and playing, but they were all standing quietly, just standing quietly...
Finally it was our turn, we came to the camera in an orderly manner, I squeezed out a smile, Listening to the sound of the camera pressing the button, I cherished the time with my classmates. How happy it was!
A few days later, I got the graduation photos and wrote everyone’s names behind the photos. When I saw them again, I could say their names and smile at them without hesitation.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are fragrant grass and blue sky. Don't hesitate when I ask you when you are going to come and go! At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends. Life is full of reunions, only partings are abundant...
Life is destined to have many partings and few reunions. If I can turn back time, I will definitely cherish it, because the time with everyone is the most beautiful. Everyone's heart is also the kindest and simple. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a feast that never ends. Let’s look forward to our next gathering!
Parting is just for the next reunion!
9. A 500-word essay on the moment of separation
Grandpa will return to his hometown today, and the time is set at seven o'clock in the evening.
The last bus home seemed a little slow. I'm sitting in the front seat. Through the huge glass, I could see the endless flow of people and vehicles, but I had no intention of paying attention to these. All my eyes were focused on that small watch, watching the cold second hand passing by at an extremely fast speed. There are still 20 minutes... 15 minutes... The hope is getting slimmer and slimmer. I almost cried, and I wanted to tear the time to pieces with great resentment. Only 5 minutes left...
The moment I opened the door, I jumped off the bus, grabbed my schoolbag tightly with both hands, and rushed home. The schoolbag on my body made a sound like fried beans. I don’t have time to care about my loose shoelaces, I don’t dare to pull my school bag’s zipper open, the time I haven’t lost now is extremely precious, they are like a pile of loose sand, the tighter I hold on, the more I lose.
Finally, I ran home and banged on the door with great strength. Suddenly, a beam of light came through the crack in the door. It was Grandpa! I was extremely excited, and there were no words to describe my mood at that time. All the previous fatigue and dissatisfaction disappeared into nothing. Unexpectedly, the next second, grandpa pulled a box out.
"Grandpa, why are you leaving?" I asked tremblingly. "Yeah, otherwise you won't be able to catch the train. By the way, you have to be good at home, eat more, study hard, and call me as soon as you get good grades!..." I didn't hear what was said after that. Only some intermittent images emerged in my mind: taking off my hat and walking with my grandfather in the drizzle; sitting on the soft soil by the river bank in the bright sunshine; eating the delicious food cooked by my grandfather after a hard day's work. Hazy tears blocked my eyes, and the happy times we had together were scattered like a tide, and I couldn't catch them even if I wanted to. As the loud collision with the steps disappeared, the whole world became quiet, leaving me alone at home.
How much I resented myself, resented myself for not staying with grandpa a little longer, resented myself for not calling "grandpa" again when we parted, resented myself for not coming back earlier and spending more time with grandpa... But I was powerless. After all, I rubbed my hands tightly back and forth on my trouser legs, put my head on the cold table, and let the tears flow down unsatisfactorily.
"It's too late, everything is too late!" If I could go through that moment again, I would never be like this. I would definitely seal this happy time in my memory. I would definitely cherish it. Hug him tightly, and I will definitely say to him again: "Thank you, Grandpa!" I will!
10. The moment of separation, a 500-word composition for the first grade of junior high school
That moment was sad, I lost the classmates I had been with for six years; that moment was full of expectations, looking forward to it Meeting them again; the same moment is a new beginning, I will start a new life
That day was last summer, I still remember that it was the day in July, the hottest day of the year At that time, more than 200 people from the entire grade were present, almost filling the entire multi-purpose hall. What would be waiting for us? That's right, it's a graduation ceremony. The students present were wearing black and white school uniforms, sitting upright in their chairs, quietly waiting for the graduation ceremony to begin. Some people are looking forward to the life in junior high school, as if they have finally waited for this moment; some people are still in their hearts, looking indifferent, as if they don't care at all; however, some people are so nervous that they clenched their fists, without even thinking, they must be reluctant to leave. This was the campus where everyone laughed. Everyone here welcomes this graduation ceremony with a different mentality.
Each class has prepared a program, some singing, some dancing, and some playing musical instruments.
The next session made many people’s eyes wet. One video after another was played on the big screen, some recorded by teachers for us, and some recorded by students for teachers. As the video played, everyone's thoughts changed accordingly. The memories of that time flashed through their minds one by one like a film. What wonderful memories it was. Yes, these are all reduced to memories. Looking back on these six years is like a movie between us.
Finally the movie is over and it’s time to end. We picked up the graduation certificate and the admission notice. This is like a ticket without a return trip. Once you get on the bus, you can't come back. We have no choice, because time is not a multiple-choice question. When it's time to say goodbye, some people are still joking: "Graduation is just graduation. What's there to be sad about? I won't be able to see you again."
It is true that we can see each other again, but that is We met in another identity, and the emotions are no longer as innocent as before. After all, they are separated.