In daily study, work and life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following are the essays about parting with Shengxiao that I compiled (selected 7 essays). I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Parting Shengxiao Composition 1
Parting exists in a poignant and beautiful way. It forms a river in people's hearts, pouring down from the corners of their eyes. The silent silhouette of the other party seemed like a world away.
Don’t say goodbye, pretend to be proud and move forward, even if your heart is full of sadness. Quietness is the shengxiao of parting, like leaves falling quietly in the rain, parting quietly. Say goodbye to the sadness that is still sleeping, jump on the last sunset, say goodbye to the nostalgia of a certain afternoon, and replace it with the texture of memories. Wave goodbye to every inch of kissed land, every passing cloud, every passing wind, every story that has touched you, every tear that has flowed, and every smile that has bloomed. Looking towards the cobalt blue sky, the earth greets a quiet farewell with a quiet and peaceful attitude. Just disappear quietly into the depths of the night, forbearing and lonely. Just like there are distant stars deep in the night. Say goodbye silently in your heart.
Take a needle and embroider parting at the end of sadness. Like every hurried traveler, he packed up his luggage and left in a hurry. There was no time to worry about how heavy or light that luggage was. Those bright memories flashed in his eyes, and before he could cover his eyes with his hands, tears fell down. Just like this, start a journey with your luggage, go quietly, and don't take away a single cloud. Parting Shengxiao Composition 2
When a beautiful silhouette fades from your eyes, are you chanting "Quietly is the parting Shengxiao" and let them gradually fade away in your heart? How I wish you were my exclusive memory, a memory that no one can take away from my heart!
In the evening, a few friends were walking in the busy city, with the sky above them crossing each other, separated by an unclear sky. Perhaps, this is the last time we walk together like this, and I can't help but feel a little melancholy. Friends, this journey has been very hard for us, but it’s painful and joyful, isn’t it? Just saying goodbye to the lightning and thunder, we welcomed the blast of firecrackers, one wave after another, which made the eardrums hurt. Everyone didn't say much and waited quietly for the return shuttle bus. Suddenly, a beam of light appeared, it was fireworks! It blooms magnificently, and then dies. Beauty grows old in a blink of an eye, and youth blooms in an instant! So beautiful! It won't let people understand how warm it is when it turns into dust. It would rather leave a cold fantasy and a broken place. If you grieve, you can mourn it, but you can't change its persistence. What's going on today? I don't understand what's going on in the world!
Silently make a promise that you can’t hear, and then treasure it like a treasure. At a certain moment of a certain year, a certain day, a certain month, open it from the bottom of your heart and see the lingering nostalgia. Emotions will definitely bring me a hot feeling. At that time, you will also understand that having friends who miss you is a different kind of happiness!
Get on the shuttle bus and look at the scenery along the way. In the world of mortals, we pass each other by each other, who is whose scenery? I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will definitely meet. I hope you are my most beautiful scenery and I am your long-awaited homecoming.
"Quietness is the shengxiao of parting", wave your hand, no words, no need for any words, every season has a story of sticking to or leaving, each for each other's dreams.
The night is slightly cool, and my thoughts are melancholy...
The fates gather and fall apart like water, carrying the world on my back, just for one sentence: waiting for the next meeting! Parting Shengxiao Composition 3
The cold wind is overcast, and my heart is desolate. In the old days there was laughter and drinking, but today there is only sadness. Looking at the full autumn mood, the wild geese and magpies are silent, the flowers are falling in front of the trees, and my heart is desolate.
I will separate from my concubine upon a decree from the imperial city. I know that my concubine's heart is like the king's heart. In front of the flowers and under the moon, I would rather live and die in intoxication with my concubine, completely losing all the prosperity. I looked at each other with tears in my eyes speechlessly. Yesterday was my farewell to Shengxiao, so I could only laugh at myself secretly.
The moon is vast and my heart is vast. When we parted, my heart felt cold. I want to be melancholy, the wind is blowing in the middle of the night, I raise my glass to the moon and remember my beloved, where is my heart?
Recalling the past, a small boat, a glass of wine, a beautiful woman in my arms, and a warm heart. Today is different from the past. Raising a glass to the moon, I can only feel sad secretly. Who wants to be indifferent to the coldness of my heart? Parting Shengxiao Composition 4
It seems that an old friend has come.
The setting sun is like blood.
The fiery red patch on the horizon stretched continuously and deviated from my field of vision.
I once tried to open my eyes and look directly at the scorching sun, but it was difficult to do so. Until the eyes feel sore and astringent, and the world appears briefly dark, we still cannot look directly at it like the sun shining directly on us. In a trance, someone's figure seemed to appear in the slightly narrowed pupils. It was blurry, and even the outline was indistinct and difficult to distinguish. Then, he opened his eyes unconsciously, trying to see clearly the dreamlike figure, but it suddenly disappeared, leaving only a void. The sun was scorching, silence was surrounding me, and I couldn't get rid of the sadness in my heart.
Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, who flew into whose dream?
Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Broken walls and ruins.
Who is the leading actor in one comedy after another?
After parting again and again, who can stay out of the play?
In a speeding car, I once tried to press the shutter and miss the scenery passing by outside the car window at that moment. However, it was all in vain. The scenery you take will always become a substitute for what is coming next, and that rush is irresistible no matter how hard you struggle. So even my capture seems so overestimating.
At that moment, I looked blankly at the changing scenery outside the window, and I understood somewhat that some scenery, even if it really existed, even if it was not the moon in the mirror, would not stop because of your nostalgia. Not forward.
In life, it is always you who reminisces about time, rather than time waiting for you.
If it is a river of spring water, flowing endlessly, how can it stop because of the footsteps of the world?
Quietly, it is the shengxiao of farewell.
The wind agarwood.
Year after year, when I finally lose my youthfulness and immaturity. Only after going around in circles did I realize that what I thought was maturity was still childish and ridiculous in the eyes of many people.
How I wish that everything can have a prelude before it happens, at least we can no longer be at a loss when facing it. However, even the farewells were planned perfectly, without any prelude, and took place quickly against the background of a peaceful life. I don’t know when it started, I only know when it ends.
Under calm conditions, there are always hidden reefs that cannot be seen.
Quietly, the curtain opened... Parting Shengxiao's Composition 5
There is a kind of separation that is silent and silent, only the skin-cutting pain of drifting away.
Waking up from the edge of a dream, I could vaguely hear the sound of wheels passing through the night rain, the sounds of the morning, and perhaps the past. I don’t know since when, a stream of nectar fell, silently nourishing and immersing the grass. Outside the window, the leaden sky is gloomy, as if the sorrow is boundless.
Forgot which direction we came from in the first place; Forgot whether it was sunny or rainy; Forgot how we found the oasis with a sudden glance; Forgot how the first gesture that tied our fate was waved in a hurry. I saw your departure in the last cloud; I saw your hesitant tears in the last drop of rain. With strands of hair flowing elegantly, you turned around silently, leaving behind a lonely figure...
What kind of immortality is the silent farewell? I still don’t understand, who is controlling the memory train in the dark through the tunnel of time, roaring away? When the silence of the past returns to the surroundings, among the many trees on the roadside, will there be a precocious leaf that cannot help but fall sadly, while the rest of the leaves remain intact and silent? The dust of the years has settled one after another. An ordinary life may be changed by a reluctant look or a jumping thought. Unintentional, but also intentional.
Quiet farewell is the empty forest path after the rain, covered with golden fallen leaves; it is freehand Chinese painting, full of distant poetry; it is the graceful music of the afternoon, slowly fading away. ; It is the gradual coming closer between people, but the distance between hearts has already opened; it is the sincerity to the cruel reality, the helplessness of fate, and the pain of the soul.
A moist vapor drifts away like smoke, and a gentle feeling melts away like ice.
What else is the fish bone in my throat that I have never spit out? I imagine how the bloody sunset reflects red on the water, your thoughtful eyes and weathered face. I imagined how the green mountains faded into rugged darkness and into the dark night that shrouded my life. Although I have talked a lot about the sea, the bright moon, and you, I still remember the most important thing that I have not said before. It is the joy of the sacred scripture that exaggerates the kindness of unknown origin, the frankness and sincerity in the bone marrow. Stubbornness draws everything out and changes everything.
Lingering feelings are the last fire left in the noisy world, igniting the soul; they are the last candid bullet, hitting the true love. How could I not be careful? However, what is hidden behind the time? Quietness is the reason why the earth turns green and the river changes its course. Similarly, it is also the reason for the tears to roll down, the reason for the coolness of the blood, and the reason for the heartbreak of lovers...
Is it still necessary to rush to catch up? The real separation has been far away from me for too long, and it is too far away, but the clear scene is as silent as a swimming fish, and the dust is sealed in the eternal moment of the changes in the earth's crust hundreds of millions of years ago. In the amazement and sighs of tourists again and again, Our eternal pain is visible. My heart slowly turned gray, then turned dark, sad and hard...
On the platform, the stars were pouring down, and my eyes were speechless; beside the farewell bridge, the whistle was blaring, and the orchid boat was urging the departure. A series of charming and graceful words, and a heart-breaking flute. Nowhere to park. Nowhere to park. In silence, worries and worries are forgotten; in silence, soul is captured and ecstasy.
How far is this distant life? Along the way of exploration, you slowly left my sight and the harbor of my soul.
Under the setting sun, deep in the willow waves, long pavilions and short pavilions greet each other attentively, and the sound of flowing flutes rises from the passing water. The ripples are like smoke and mist, and the charm is full of character; the sorrow is like a dream, and the lingering is full of determination. I am destined to have such a life filled with ethereal music and strong accents. I know the ending clearly!
The bay of autumn water that moored you away submerged my lifelong waiting...
Quietly, it is the parting Shengxiao... Composition 6 of the parting Shengxiao
When I saw the familiar number on the screen, I picked up the receiver. My closest friend choked up and said, "I'm leaving... I'm leaving here..."
She What I said was a little incoherent, mixed with the patter of rain outside the window, as if I had traveled through time in front of me, and a deep chill hit me. It was midsummer!
My eyes were filled with mist, and I vaguely recalled the unusual words she and I exchanged yesterday. Now that I think about it, it seemed that they had a special meaning.
The bookstore was quiet during the summer vacation. For the first time, she and I were speechless. Perhaps it was because the bookstore was silent, or perhaps it was the rare solemn look on her face that made me hesitate to speak several times. I was afraid of such silence, so I started to talk nonsense intentionally or unintentionally, and she only responded to me occasionally, absent-mindedly.
I felt something was wrong and asked aloud: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing." I vaguely saw traces of a forced smile on her face, "Do you still remember the past? Is this a small park where we can play together after school on Friday? ”
It is a park next to the school. Many people will gather there after school on Friday and play an extremely childish game of tag. At the first command, the birds and beasts dispersed, hiding here and there like fighting guerrilla warfare. And she will always stand on the same front with me.
I didn’t understand why she suddenly brought it up, but I still replied: "Remember, you will accompany me to play there after school starts."
She smiled and seemed to be shaking her head. Unexpectedly, she said again: "Well, we used to play hooky together."
She and I studied piano together. In order to escape the "suffering" of practicing, we would always play hooky when the teacher wasn't paying attention. I slipped away and performed "cat and mouse" plays with my teacher several times. But why is she talking about this? How strange!
The afternoon passed in a blink of an eye, and night fell in an instant. I said goodbye to her, but she grabbed the corner of my clothes, as if she was very reluctant to leave, and said with a strong cry in her voice: "You need to be good, be good."
I wanted to laugh at her today Why is it so sad, but her words still made me swallow my answer. I vaguely felt that this was a sign, and I said seriously: "I will do it, and so will you."
I didn't expect that this would be the last time my soulmate and I would see each other! She and I are like Bo Ya and Zi Qi, but today, my close friend told me that she has to go to study far away because of her parents' work, and from now on we can only contact her by phone or online.
I was already bursting into tears. Why did she wait until the last moment to speak? It turns out that parting is so painful. This is the first time I have experienced separation. Although I understand that there will be countless encounters and separations in my life, I still can't let go...
After all, I have never seen her again. I missed the flight that carried her the next day. I caught a cold at night, and when I woke up, she was already on the other side of the country.
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting, and summer insects are silent for this reason. Quietly, she left without taking a single cloud with her. Parting Shengxiao Composition 7
Under the setting sun, deep in the wicker branches, long and short pavilions send each other off attentively, and the sound of the flute rises from the water. Ripples, like smoke and mist; sadness, like dreams and illusions.
Gently I leave, just as gently I came.
In 1920, he met Kangqiao while studying in England. This period of studying abroad, especially the beautiful natural scenery of Kangqiao, left a deep impression on him, and his fate with Kangqiao also followed. start. He once said: "Listening to the sound of water under the stars, the sound of village evening bells, and the sound of cows grazing by the river is the most mysterious experience in my Cambridge experience; the beauty, tranquility, and harmony of nature are reflected in this starlight and The tacit understanding of the waves flooded into my spirit unexpectedly."
On the eve of his return to China on August 11, 1922, he wrote "See You Again, Cambridge" to express his attachment to Cambridge. In 1928, he returned to England and his alma mater, where things had changed.
The beautiful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart.
Under the setting sun, a stretched shadow appeared in Cambridge. Yes, that was him. He came to his alma mater alone. The riverside is still the riverside, and the willow tree is still the same willow tree. It's just that the willow tree on the riverside emits a golden light under the shining of the setting sun, like a bride covered with a layer of golden light by the setting sun, and her figure swaying in the waves. In his mind. Green water plants emerged from the soft mud, swaying in the soft waves of the Cam River, as if they wanted to say something to him, but it seemed that everything was left unsaid. "It would be great if I could grow a waterweed in the soft waves of the Cam River." He thought.
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky. It has been crushed among the floating algae, and rainbow-like dreams have also settled in it, just like his beautiful ideals in the past. It's settled, it's settled. Want to pursue your dream? He thought, holding a long pole, rowing toward the greener grass and deeper into the sky, carrying a boat full of starlight, singing heartily in the colorful starlight.
But, he can't. Quietness is the shengxiao played by parting, summer insects are silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight.
Play a song? It was just in a dream, and the good times have passed quietly. Now, things have changed and people have changed. He is full of enthusiasm and attachment to his alma mater and cannot express it. He who came to pursue his dream feels as if he has lost it.
The shengxiao of farewell has sounded, and the usually noisy summer insects seem to be silent because of the strong sense of farewell. Among those who are silent is Kang Qiao. As we parted, the feeling of nostalgia became stronger and stronger.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly.
Gently waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. When leaving, he waved his sleeves and did not take away a single cloud. The plants, trees and clear pools of his alma mater were all silent to say goodbye to him. .
In silence, you are troubled and forgetful; in silence, you are fascinated and ecstatic.