Composition about parting 1 parting is a farewell song of time; It is the melancholy written by the breeze; It is the joys and sorrows under the bright moon; It's the melodious sadness of guzheng ... parting is always like a scar. It didn't hurt at first, but I couldn't stop crying when I recalled the process.
Every holiday, I always go to Jiaojiang once. Time is not long, but it will always leave a deep memory. I remember leaving in the summer vacation the year before last-it was noon and I went back to the beach with my luggage. I got on the bus and looked at my grandparents outside the glass. I thought to myself: in fact, Jiaojiang and Linhai are both an hour's journey! But at this moment, my tears poured out, and the intersection of the community kept appearing in my mind, and my grandparents were welcoming me; Grandma picked fruit for me in the supermarket; Grandpa explained the stamps to me ... although I didn't cry, I couldn't forget that unforgettable parting.
When I returned to Linhai, I couldn't help crying whenever something related to my grandparents, whether it was eating, making phone calls or looking at photos. I often think of Su Shi's words, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. I hope that people will last for a long time and have a good scenery. " After a long time, the mood will be low. When I make a phone call, I always prepare what to say first and then call back. But when I got through, my grandparents' voices drowned out all I wanted to say. When I look at photos, I always feel the kindness of my grandparents and laugh at my stupidity. But the strange thing is, why does a smile turn into a cry? At this moment, I suddenly felt that Linhai and Jiaojiang were far apart, as if they were separated by Qian Shan.
Year after year, whether we are together or apart, whether we are happy or sad, whether we go to Jiaojiang or go back to Linhai, I try my best to restrain the tears when we leave. It's not just "men don't flick when they have tears" and "daughters don't flick when they have tears". The pain of parting, everyone will be sad, a moment of parting, a few years of parting, and even a permanent parting ... All kinds of parting make everyone in the world sad and worried, but we must learn to be strong.
Perhaps, we should not cry for parting, because there is an old saying in China that "all good things must come to an end". I will hide my thoughts in my heart and pray silently for my loved ones!
How time flies! How time flies! It's already halfway through the summer vacation, so it seems that my trip to Sichuan should be over and I'm going back to Ningbo. In these last few days, when I said goodbye to my relatives and friends, I felt very painful.
There are still three days to go back to Ningbo. In the evening, I was lying in bed, and suddenly I heard a chicken crow, so I got out of bed to find out. Grandpa was going to kill two big cocks. I said to grandpa, "Grandpa, why did you kill the chicken so late?" And both big cocks were killed, leaving only one rooster at home. "Grandpa said," You will leave the village tomorrow and bring some local products from your hometown to eat. "After that, he continued to clean chicken feathers, gut and chop chicken in dim light. Looking at my grandparents who are busy in the kitchen, my eyes are moist. Grandparents still stay up late at night, and they are still preparing local products for me when they leave tomorrow. Among them, they are full of love for me!
There are still two days to go back to Ningbo. At 7 o'clock in the morning, I was woken up by my grandfather, because I had to leave the village for the county seat early in the morning. I packed my luggage and the bus arrived. Grandpa took me to the county seat, but grandma stayed in the village. Finally, my grandmother saw me to the door and said goodbye. After taking the bus to the county seat, grandpa accompanied me to eat a bowl of the most famous mutton rice noodles in the county seat. After a while, my sister-in-law's car came to pick me up, so I had to say goodbye to my grandfather reluctantly. I went to my grandmother's house in Panzhihua and met my aunt. In order to say goodbye to me, she came to accompany me from Huili County, more than 200 kilometers away. After lunch, I took a long nap and didn't wake up until dinner. After dinner, my aunt and grandmother and I went to the supermarket to buy something to eat on the way.
There is one last day before I return to Ningbo. In the morning, my aunt took me to the supermarket to buy things, some of which were for my mother. After coming back, my sister-in-law called again and said that she would bring her sister to play with me for a while. Time with relatives always passes quickly, and I will say goodbye to my sister-in-law soon. We are sad when we say goodbye, but we still have to say goodbye. In the evening, we bid farewell to our mother's godmothers (Zhu) and michel platini (Grandpa He). I said goodbye to my aunt when I finally went to the railway station. But also reluctant to say goodbye to menstruation. We hugged each other tightly and said a thousand goodbyes in our hearts.
At the moment when the train started, my tears couldn't stop flowing downwards. Perhaps this is parting, reluctance, missing and affection. Panzhihua, goodbye! Bye, dear! I will come back to see you often. See you next year!
Parting composition 3 shed tears all the way, hurting the shadow of autumn, and those who went with the wind took away the yellowed thoughts.
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The first time I took the train, the first time I was separated from my parents, and the first time I went to a strange city alone. That time made me unforgettable and sad, but it was also because of that time that I witnessed the sincerity, warmth and affection.
In the early morning of August, the sun is shining, and the cool breeze blowing slowly makes people relaxed and happy. Before, I would envy everything, but now, my heart is full of dark clouds and gloom. Leave, leave this familiar land, this familiar crowd. The train ticket on the table was so quiet that it lay there quietly like last night. Looking at the ticket rolled up by the wind, I was very upset. It reminds me all the time that in a few hours, I will set foot on the parting train and go to a strange city.
Time flies, there is only one hour before the train starts. My mother walked out of the door with the luggage packed last night and whispered to me, "Baby, it's time to go." After listening, I was shocked. After I recovered from my illness, I deeply looked at the house that had been with me for ten years and reluctantly moved away. It's only twenty steps from the door, but I've been walking for a century. I am the only one who left this time, and my parents still have to work hard in this familiar city. On the way to the railway station, my mother's hand clutched me tightly, fearing that I might disappear accidentally. I let my mother hold it tightly, although my mother's hand hurts a little because it is too tight. Because I don't know when I can be held by her like this. The tightly held hand is clenched, restraining the disordered heart. At ordinary times, my mouth always keeps talking, as if I would never get tired, like a horn. But now, like a mute, I can't spit out a syllable.
In an instant, I finally arrived at the railway station. My mother sent me to the corresponding carriage and stood on the platform looking around. Yeah, where's my dad? Because I have been immersed in the sadness of parting, I forgot that my father has not come yet. How could he be absent at such an important moment? Just when I was unhappy, a hurried figure came from a distance. That figure is familiar, yes, it is the father who sent me to a different place. Looking at his arrival, I stubbornly did not look away. Dad was breathless because of running just now, and he was silent 1 minute. Dad's voice sounded from the back of his head: "Baby, don't blame Dad any more. If it weren't for the closure of the factory we invested in last year, and now the economic pressure is great, we wouldn't let you go so far, and we don't want you to suffer with us. " What else did he say later? I forgot, ran to the seat of the carriage without looking back, and tears flowed silently.
My heart seems to have been evacuated, and the good memories of the past ten years are displayed in my mind over and over again. Mother knocked on the window and opened her mouth, but she couldn't hear what she said. Suddenly the broadcast sounded "The train is about to start, please enter the carriage, the train is about to start." The sound of the radio brought me back to reality. I saw that my mother was in tears, and my father hugged my mother tightly, tears swirling in my eyes. That was the first time I saw my father like this since I was sensible. I couldn't control myself any longer, and tears welled up in my eyes like a faucet that couldn't close the gate. The train started slowly, looking out of the window, heartbreaking. I can't bear it any longer. I shouted hysterically to my parents who trotted after the car: "Mom and Dad, I love you." The wind blows my hair aimlessly, and the sound of tears from the wind resounds through the station, but it is still blown away by the wind mercilessly. The train moved slowly, and the figure of parents became smaller and smaller. I was anxious to find the familiar figure, but what I saw was smaller and smaller black spots.
The scene outside was gradually submerged, and the wind finally took away my tears. Goodbye.
Parting is wordless pain, leaving is years of injury; Parting is bitter, and parting is a deep tear.