The person I miss most. 1 Missing is like a star in my heart, like a cup of warm tea dripping in my heart, and like a hundred flowers blooming in my heart.
My aunt is the person I miss most. Speaking of which, I haven't seen her for a year. My aunt has been married in Guangxi for a long time and seldom comes back, but every time she comes back, it is a happy time for us.
My aunt is as generous as my father, and her smile is rough and imposing. In my opinion, my aunt is much better than my father. Dad is an "iron cock". Usually, asking him to buy something for me always gets no response, but my second aunt is different. She always keeps what I want in mind and delivers it in a few days. Every time I call home, it's something my brother and I want to buy. My aunt is enthusiastic and famous for her popularity. She always greets her children for dinner when they come to play at home. See I envy for a while, aunt will pass the snacks at this time. "It's for you, specially left." Although I am not convinced, I can always help my stomach.
My aunt is also a "big stomach king" and drags me to go shopping every day. As soon as grandma sees us together, she will say, "Hey, what do you want to buy?" My aunt and I simply ignored my grandmother and continued to study what to eat happily. Finally, I discussed it. As soon as I stepped out of the door, I was "slipped" back by my grandmother. "If you two don't finish this pile today, you won't want to go out again." My aunt and I looked at each other in the face of my strong grandmother, and returned to the sofa, eating snacks.
Finally finished eating, we grabbed the bag and ran out like a gust of wind for fear of being caught by grandma again. My aunt is an out-and-out "daughter control", but he only has one son, and he doesn't want to have another child, so he treats me as his daughter. When I go out, she always wants to hold my shoulder. She is not much taller than me, and it is awkward to hold me. But she still enjoys doing this and accepting the baptism of others' eyes. Ah, you're back. In a blink of an eye, only my niece has grown so big! My aunt greeted them with a smile, but she never forgot to hug me.
My aunt likes to hug me and grandma, one in each hand, and laugh happily. Even though my aunt married in Guangxi, she always cared about her grandparents. Call back every few days and ask them how they are, whether they want to buy clothes or what they want to eat. Every year, I receive several express delivery from my aunts at home, including food, use and gifts for everyone. Grandma always told her not to send it, and our family didn't lack it. Every time my aunt calls back and asks her to explain, she always doesn't answer and says she wants the phone bill. Menstruation didn't call for two days, so he said, "You menstruation are really, why don't you call back and don't want to talk to me?" After I told menstruation about it, menstruation smiled and made more phone calls.
My aunt always said that I looked like my father, grandmother and her. One day, she specially called us, took a photo for us and sent it to a circle of friends. Soon there were many comments, and everyone said that we looked alike. He proudly held his mobile phone, looked at other people's comments in front of us, and finally did not forget to add that I was right. He smiled proudly, the summer sun shone on his face through the leaves, and the green reflected her smile, naive as a child.
This is my aunt, the person I miss most.
The person I miss most composition 2 There is a clean toy on my desk that I haven't played with for a long time. The iron outside rusted, but it didn't lose its charm at all. Looking at it reminds me of a lovely "old friend".
Cousin Paopao is my aunt's son, but we mix together like brothers and sisters. He is very good at playing. It is said that in his hometown, he once "dominated one side". Only when he met his sister who was supported by his grandparents, he had to give up.
I remember the winter vacation that year, which coincided with the Chinese New Year. "Paopao" came to my house to play, and my father bought a lot of fireworks and firecrackers for his playful brother. We all naturally followed him to share this blessing. After dinner that day, we couldn't wait to go out with firecrackers. All my friends get together to set off firecrackers, but my cousin is different. He found a clearing in the yard, sat down on the ground and poured out all the firecrackers. I was surprised and asked him, "What should I do with all this?" He shook his head and rubbed his hands as if to do something important.
"Don't worry, wait for me to put a strange gossip!" He waved a finger at me and set off firecrackers on the ground intently. Friends who play together don't know what ecstasy soup they ate, and they completely lose their usual clean appearance. They all rushed over, sitting on the ground regardless of their clothes and asking questions around their cousins.
There was a charm in my cousin that night that made people want to get close. "cannon, what does this thing look like?" "Cannons, how many cannons do you need here?" ..... He didn't answer us, just smiled. I feel a little mysterious in my heart and have some dissatisfaction with him. But I immediately started to work and set up a fireworks array with my companions.
My brother left a few firecrackers, and the others all set up a "array". At this time, I saw him twist and the gun broke into two pieces. Just like a chef, he is so skilled in "cooking"! I followed his example, twisted it gently, sprinkled gunpowder into the array and asked, "cannon, what is this?" He regarded the artillery array as a treasure and said, "Be a starter, and the fire will be fine, and everything will be lit." I nodded, thinking that his gameplay is really novel!
We are ready, but we dare not light the fire. He curled his pie, grabbed the lighter, bravely rushed over, crouched down, reached out to the array mouth and waved us away. We covered our ears and ran to the other side of the road together. He ran over at one o'clock, and then he saw the cannon array crackling like fireworks. We applauded happily. The fireworks lit by the cannon array are reflected on each of our faces.
A few years have passed, and the good times have passed, but I always miss and love that night and miss my lovely and charming brother. His casual figure is reflected in my heart from time to time. I thank him for bringing warmth to my winter vacation and illuminating my wonderful childhood!