Missing topic composition 1 Missing is like water, overflowing gently in the silent night; Missing is like a song, lingering quietly in the dim candlelight; Miss like a dream,
Beyond the dream, so far away; Missing is like poetry, between the lines, tears are pouring down my face.
Missing is a flowing note on the lyre, knocking people's heartbreak; Missing is a dandelion in the depths of the soul, flying all over the sky; Missing is Chang 'e's long sleeves in the middle of the month. She can't dance without deep loneliness.
In the morning, don't wake up your thoughts, the morning light will sting a little heartbreak; At dusk, don't wake up your thoughts, inexplicable worries will blow in the faint wind; Don't wake your mind at night. The cold moonlight will pour out the sadness that there is nowhere to hide. Missing is not suitable for lonely rainy nights, and sorrow adds more sorrow; Missing is not suitable for the snowy winter, and the cold is getting colder; Missing is not suitable for dimly lit streets.
What is missing? How can it suddenly be like lightning, ignoring time and space and looking at the face? What is missing? How can you grow like a small tree, take root and sprout, and flourish for many years! How can missing be like a torrent, endless and endless; How can missing be like a thrilling drama, ups and downs!
I wonder if missing is the charcoal fire in winter. Whenever I miss it, I feel a little warm. I wonder if missing is a stepping stone in the torrent. Every time I miss it, I feel peaceful inside. I don't know if missing is a guiding light in the foggy sea. Every time I miss it, I have a direction to go. I don't know if missing is a clear spring in the desert. Every time I miss it, I taste incomparable sweetness! Miss, where are you from and where are you going? Who are you lonely for? Who are you worried about? Are you a cloud in the sky or a plum in the snow? Are you a lamp shining in the Milky Way or a colorful bridge? If not, when missing comes, how can there be sadness floating like clouds and joy blooming like red berries? ! If not, when I miss you, how can there be the old shadow carrying lanterns and the loneliness of crossing the bridge?
Missing is a lonely moon in the sky, which reduces the brightness for you every night; Missing is a yellow flower that blooms in the cold autumn, and you won't regret it because the clothes are wider; Missing is a scene of Na Yue's lonely dream, haggard and caring without words and tears. Missing is a dusty guqin, sighing: who can listen when there are few bosom friends?
Missing, like a trickle, lasts for a long time and never stops; Missing, like a candle at night, is suffering and disheartening; Miss like clumps of weeds, bitter fleabane bitter fleabane, wantonly spread. Missing is a short message that caresses the soul and a reminder to cool clothes; Missing is enjoying the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, a photo of Lao Huang; Missing is a few words in the space, a silent watch in front of the screen; Missing is the sadness of falling flowers and opening the first cold flower? Inquiries; Miss, is a thousand miles * * * Chanjuan's blessing, is the oath to hold hands * * * together.
Missing topic composition 2 Whenever class is over, I will go to the corridor to see my former classmates downstairs. They had a good time and seemed to have forgotten me. They are playing a game of "cat catching mouse", and everyone is chasing each other. No sooner had the "cats" taken a step than the "mice" suddenly dispersed in a hubbub. By the time you see what's going on, they have already "stolen rice" in the opposite position! Not to be outdone, the "cat" did not give the "mouse" a little breathing space. He rushed up quickly and caught the "mouse" off guard. With a scream, a mouse was caught. It suddenly occurred to me that I had played this game with them before and had such a good time. The picture flashed through my mind like an arrow. Thought of here, I can't help but sob, a teardrop as big as a bean rolled down my cheek. Every time I see them after school, I wave to them. He paused for a moment, but there was a surprised expression on his face. He shouted my name happily, waved to me vigorously, and finally ran away with a smile. But when I see them, I won't say anything but cry and call their names. During the break, I watched them for a long time and thought: I really want to run downstairs and play with him, even if we are not in the same class! If there is a meteor in the sky, my wish is to be in the same class with all my friends.
Turn back the clock, as long as we can be with friends, as long as we can play together, as long as our hearts are still together.
At this time, who washed everything, everything is so brand-new; But when I sit at the window and think of this scene, I feel a little sad from time to time-missing.
The dripping rain kept flowing down from the eaves, beating my eyes, and my tears could not help but flow wildly. My father, mother and sister come to my mind.
Is the weather good in Beijing? Are parents tired from work? Is the sister still playful? Are they happy now? All kinds of questions come to mind. My tears gathered in my eyes again, as if forming a crystal ball. Can I really let my mind fly over this ball? Just make a phone call Wouldn't that solve the problem completely? But I'm afraid I can't control my emotions when I make a phone call, and I'm afraid my parents will worry about themselves and pull their hearts away. That's why I have been afraid to call them.
My face is like a flooded street, giving vent to my feelings without any cover. I think this will make my heart very happy! Soon this happiness was dispelled by the cool breeze. The wind pushed open the door as if to take a look at his crying gaffes. A chill hit my thigh, so I could only touch my leg with my tearful hand, hoping to drive away the chill. My heart is going to be stiff, I am helpless and I am in tears.
Because crying is a weapon to solve missing. When I was in primary school in Beijing, whenever the weather was cold, my parents would let me snuggle up to them, and they always gave me the best protection.
However, now I keep everything in mind, because I grew up and studied alone in my hometown. Since we have suffered this, we must carry our studies to the end. Let miss fly and fight for your future!
Missing is a blank sheet of paper, waiting for us to fill it out; Missing is a melodious tune, waiting for us to play; Missing is a kite waiting for us to fly; Missing is a sublimation of feelings and a voyage full of sadness. Let happiness and courage be loaded on this ship!
Missing is like a dandelion, flying with the wind in the spring breeze, crossing the mountains and flying to a happy destination!
I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm deepening. Broken walls, surprised and yearning, ancient academy, thinking forever. The piano is bitter and the fingers are fleeting. I will wait for you under the time tree. Take a walk, look at the sea of clouds and mountains, and smile. It's refreshing.
Escape from love, stranded on the beach of time, messy, pick up a distant miss, and Chun Qing infinite, chew a piece of eternal love. Touch the strings of acacia and watch you breathe andante and joys and sorrows while walking silently. Since ancient times, glass is fragile. Who's lost? Who's lost?
After I left, I walked in the lonely depths of Chun Qing. When I first met pale Mark and Melancholy, I was stunned by the pear tree. Embarrassed, I found my way home from the thick beauty. Colorful, ethereal and depraved, every eagle is holding a leaf to the west. Sakyamuni, release all the heavy shackles, open the wax seal, light a leaf and get drunk. Muny, the quiet Buddha sound is lost in the noisy age. Can you still hold a cassock like hemp to accumulate years and unveil your mysterious veil when I am in my prime?
The breeze is dancing, the water is shining, and the dragging' Jianjia' has completed the love exchange with water under the combination of the wind. The sky photographed the brevity of their love, and the love at the end of the next cycle will repeat itself. Maybe there's an appointment under the moon, and we'll meet again after first frost in one thousand.
Drunk with tears, stay drunk with each other and find that person in confusion. Heaven practice, small ah seems to be disabled, is the missing person in the world of mortals. Whose dream are those smiling eyes? Also in an instant, turned and burst.
I still believe that Yue Lao and Meng Po used to be lovers. After the funeral at the other end of the red rope, Mo Yan woke up with a bowl and forgot the funeral.
Missing topic Composition 5 Friends are the most beautiful songs sung from the bottom of my heart, just like Emil Wakin Chau sang, lifelong friends, lifelong friends. Since we are destined to meet in the sea of people, don't let time pull us apart and move forward with true feelings and blessings.
The days with friends are happy, without impurities, only sincerity, and I am often incoherent. It feels like a TV screen with reading glasses. Snowflakes are flashing and jumping.
Life is like a book, everyone has his own story. It is a special release to express your feelings when you are drunk. Unfortunately, I have never found this feeling. I may always feel that I am a very happy person, so there is no reason to get drunk. How can there be no suffering and depression, and I am the forgetful person. I have always been grateful to some of my friends, so I feel sad when I know that you are actually unhappy. I never knew that your heart was not very good, but life can't be perfect like this. Sometimes you just turn a blind eye. Why are you so tired? Why do you pretend to be happy on the surface? Living is the truest truth. People who always feel happy will be very happy. The past will pass, and those who can walk will leave one day. We are all the same. In fact, knowing how to disguise is also very happy.
Of course, when I come back, I will have a party, look through the thick address book, do my hair and see those brothers and sisters who haven't been masked for a long time. Happily, we won't forget each other because of the passage of time. What's lost is that we won't go back to the dormitory talking and laughing like before, nor will we rush back to take a shower at the speed of 100 meters sprint ... nor will we laugh our heads off because of the birth of new quotations ... I think time may blur us.
The plane shattered by time is wrinkled into eternity by the earth's crust, reflecting the light and shadow we once had. Thinking of that year, we are always happy. ...
Time has lengthened the yearning, the fleeting time has alienated the distance, too many words seem too pale and powerless, the road ahead is good, the roadside and the stopped clock tell us that time will not change for one person, and all we have to do is to make ourselves better.
I used to think that missing someone was cruel torture, but when I struggled desperately on the edge of secularity and innocence and hesitated on the dividing line between forgetting and remembering, I found that I was used to missing, missing the innocence and whiteness of my childhood. Life is in a hurry. Passers-by in life leave only deep or shallow footprints, and they have no time to ponder, but they have been blurred by the casual triviality of life. They can only touch the footprints and miss the happy past. Keep thinking, keep calling and keep looking.
But in the end, I didn't know that I had experienced so many bumps and turns, and only a blank made me lost in vain. I hope that the magic of time can erase all the memories in my heart, so that I don't have to wait for that emptiness and desolation. Happiness seems to me to be an elusive thing, perhaps because there are still some knots in my heart. Therefore, I miss my good friends who have been away for many years and recall our friendship. The swing under the big banyan tree on campus is still wandering back and forth, but where are you, my friend? Are you okay? Things are different, and people are cool. This kind of sadness is the eternal pain in my life. What about you? Do you feel my endless thoughts and worries? Some people have left an indelible impression in their hearts.
Once some people leave life, they leave no trace and can't find the center of their thoughts. Is this a kind of sadness? I think so, too. Some people leave, which is an irreparable regret. They can't find their trace, and miss the days with them. This regret will always be a sad beauty in their hearts. Along the road of life, I have come a long way, only a beautiful page is left in the dusty diary, and stumbling tears can't wash away the obstacles of life. In the days to come, how should I face it? Helpless, helpless, I can only go on like this. Those lost, found and abandoned have long been overwhelmed by the heavy years. Yes, I miss them very much. I will never forget the ups and downs, joys and sorrows along the way. I hope I can cherish them forever.
That day, I happened to see my primary school graduation photo, and I felt a panic in my heart. Many students forgot their names, so I tried my best to look through my classmates' records and recall the past years. I breathed a sigh of relief, and it took me two hours to remember the names of the whole class, only to remember that I was the monitor and felt guilty.
Maybe I really need to keep thinking and remembering, so that the remaining years can be preserved forever.