Opened the dust of two years old photos, tears blurred eyes. Junior three, I'm still the same, always can't face the pain of parting, also dare not easily mention it & hellip; & hellip;
That's a picture of me and grandma. Grandma smiles beautifully. But silver threads have occupied her temples, and years have corroded her young face.
The year before last, I went back to my hometown. I saw the grandmother I haven't seen for a long time. Grandmother excitedly hugged me, although she forced a smile, but I still saw the dense tears in her eyes, that is the blood flowing from the missing heart.
Leaving my grandmother's arms, I carefully looked at the place where I grew up: mossy path, smoke curling, little bits of broken sun slanting on the clean yard, pink flowers shaking in the corner & hellip; & hellip;, looking at these, my heart emerged a kind of sweet, this is the feeling of home. composition
I laughed, turned my head and said to Grandma: 'grandma's house is still so beautiful. Grandma is really good. '
Grandma also laughed, eyes full of confidence and gratification. Then he gently hugged me and asked me about my grievances. I told her my grievances. Grandma was a little more angry in her eyes and said angrily: 'live with me in the future and see who dares to bully you. When I heard my grandmother say that, my face was filled with happy smile. I have a grandmother who loves me. I am really satisfied. composition
However, no matter how happy the scenery is, it will wither.
On that day, it rained heavily and destroyed the flowers in the yard. Grandma, who always loved flowers and grass, had no time to pay attention to these. Because, I'm leaving, I'm leaving grandma.
Standing in the crowded station, looking at the endless stream of people, tears unconsciously flow down, and the flying rain, submerged in the water
In the mood of parting & hellip; & hellip;
I got on the bus, dried my tears and said to grandma outside the window: 'grandma, go back. 'grandma hesitated for a moment to say something to me, but finally she turned around and walked forward & hellip; & hellip; her faltering steps made her old for decades & hellip; & hellip; & hellip; her white hair swayed in front of my eyes & hellip; & hellip; & hellip;
The car started, and I, looking at my grandmother who was only separated by a glass window, burst into tears. I felt that our distance was getting farther and farther & hellip; & hellip; & hellip; gradually, the smell of car exhaust shrouded the whole city. My grandmother and I were no longer the distance of a window & hellip; & hellip;
Now it's time for flowers to bloom again, grandma. Are the flowers in the yard blooming?
Shenzhen Futian District Shangsha middle school junior three Zhi Jing Bing Xin this article is the site user original article, without permission is prohibited to reprint! My friend, can you tell me what it is like to miss?
Sour, right?
During the National Day holiday, a new sister came to my family. We had a good time when we met for the first time. We were inseparable, but she went to school in Tunxi, while I was in Shexian. The beginning of school had to separate us, the moment before I left her house on October 8. I can hear her reluctant from her voice; I can see her looking forward to my next appearance from her eyes; I can feel the weight of our friendship from her hand that holds me tightly, which is very heavy. Sitting in the car, I looked at her far away back, and a bitter feeling came to my heart. It's hard to fall asleep when I lie in bed at night. The memory in my mind is like a movie. It's like the good time I spent with her. It's sour and makes people want to cry.
Can't wait, can't you? composition
Just like I want to see my sister, only when you have a real friend, when you want to separate, you will understand the taste in my heart. On Monday morning, I really hope it's Friday morning. I also carry my schoolbag, but at least it will be more relaxed, because I know that my good friend is still waiting for me in that school, waiting for our reunion. This is a feeling that can't be expressed in words, some urgent thoughts.
Friend, you said that if the taste of missing is a kind of taste that can not be expressed in words, then this friendship must be very heavy, right? composition
The feeling of missing is not good at all, just like the sun covered with a piece of dark cloud and lost the brilliant Guan mang.
oh You don't have to be smart to give me the answer. The taste of missing is endless, sour, sweet and bitter
Don't miss Yan die,
My sister has kept in mind the oath of next Saturday, and every Saturday's visit will be the most important task in my sister's homework. Missing is happiness, the taste of loneliness, missing is a kind of happiness, let people intoxicated; missing is a kind of concern, let people obsessed; missing is a kind of care, let people warm; missing is a state of mind, let people sweet. Missing is a coat woven with love, which makes people feel warm; missing is a scarf woven with heart, which makes people feel intimate; missing is a pair of gloves woven with love, which makes people feel gentle. Missing is a watch that never leaves no matter when or where.
Missing like azaleas all over the mountains, clusters, like a piece of red, scattered in the heart, like a fire, reflecting the quiet heart red. Miss, such as a wisp of breeze, gently blowing your face, bring you the fragrance of spring; such as a white cloud, quietly floating on your head, bring you the cool summer; such as a red leaf, slowly falling on your shoulder, bring you the golden autumn; such as a ray of sunshine, warm to climb up your forehead, bring you the tranquility and serenity of winter!
Missing is like a moving song, singing infinite nostalgia: all the way, all the way, all the way, from the mud to the scenery, I can still remember the hard work. The past is always the past, and the future is still the future. I once asked you the color of the future, you pointed to the day after the rain, I gently smile, raised my face, vowed to print it in my heart. Many years later, I used to smile on my face, occasionally with a string of tears, but you sent me that piece of blue, accompany me, never afraid of loneliness. The perfect answer of life is no more than no regrets, sometimes sad, also very lost, heart wind and rain after, as long as the sky becomes dark blue, all the haze will be scattered. The road to the distance is full of happiness, with a touch of bitterness, brave heart is always enviable, dry fuzzy eyes, it is sunny. But, missing actually like the shadow, accompanies!
Why is the feeling of happiness always drowned by missing? Why do you want a promise that can only be passed by a smile? If you don't get a soul, don't you care if you rub your ears together? If you can't get eternity, why stay together forever? These old faces, old fragments, blurred tears, looking at the image of the past, want to have a warm deep sentimental. The taste of missing is not just like a cup of bitter coffee, bitter and sweet, a little sad. The taste of missing, in fact, is wonderful, there are together from inseparable, I already know that this is the lingering love! Light sadness, light loneliness, light happiness, light sweetness & hellip; & hellip; composition
In this way, I fell in love with the light blue, the light wind, the light clouds, the light waves, and the light sentimentality & hellip; & hellip; gradually like a person, quiet meditation & hellip; & hellip; that thought left the body, began to travel far away, the light wind, the light mood & hellip; & hellip; Flowers bloom and fall, so beautiful and short, emitting a faint fragrance everywhere, and I always have no time to cherish, but some things quietly become memories & hellip; & hellip; some people, some things, either come too early, or come too late & hellip; & hellip; fate is sometimes like this, helpless and ridiculous.
The beauty of life lies in its inadvertent accumulation of memories, those who can't let go of the beauty, only when you suddenly look back will you find, missing a place in a hurry. Such a night, is blurred, is beautiful, seemingly charming, the air and the taste of loneliness. composition
In the lonely quiet, thoughts float out of the body, floating in the air. Such as wisps of smoke hovering in the open, attached to the charm of loneliness. Lonely in the mind will be a lot of romantic plot, the seaside sunset embrace the sit in, walk hand in hand in the maple forest, relative Yingying complex pulse. These beautiful plots, are to make their heart happy, like waiting for a blooming Epiphyllum, although it is an instant feeling, but the mood of the whole process is excited.
Play a sad music in the loneliness, listen to the narration in the music, feel the soul in the music, integrate the heart and music, wet the eyes with tears unconsciously, drown the heartstrings in the loneliness, and think about the ups and downs. The touched heartstrings can't bear the sadness in the loneliness. The strings are full of emotion before the melody is formed. The strings cover and suppress the sound of missing. There are faint memories in the missing & hellip; & hellip;
Memory is like a song, forgetting the lyrics, but humming out the melody, can't wash it out, can't record it in, freely in and out of the future life! People like nostalgia, memory is the abbreviation of life experience, hidden in the heart of the happy and sweet, bitter and sad will be covered in the years of delay, and then precipitated in the bottom of my heart. Memory is the memory that people play back all their lives. It should be piled with all the happy smiles, sweet feelings and happy memories. Music played again, again and again, so has been continuing, as can't stop missing. Finally understand that the end of a song, or sad, or happy, is not the music itself, but the heart of the listener. Happy, then sad will also be happy, sad, then happy will only be more sad, it turns out that all these things are so simple, everything is simple, the reason why complex, because we think it complex, and did not change just miss more & hellip; & hellip;
Memory is like a pen, no color but clear font, as time goes by, it becomes more and more gray, collected in a diary without ending! Yes, memory is a kind of vague thing. People with a good memory will remember the ups and downs of life and taste it carefully. People with a poor memory only remember a few fragments of things, but also beautify the reality. No matter whether the memory is complete or incomplete, the important thing is to face its ideas and practices. However, in the self-made diary, it is how to make yourself intoxicated from the bottom of my heart.
Quietly, like lonely, more often like a person in the lonely thoughts and concerns. Like deeply fell in love with the taste of loneliness, the air filled with a touch of happiness. Night is very deep, missing is also very deep, loneliness is still boundless!
Originally, missing is the taste of happiness and loneliness!
Henan Hongli school grade three: Han? Composition grade one composition: Miss autumn grade one composition: Miss autumn
It happened in autumn, which made the travelers cry and let them leave;
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Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you're going to come, and don't wander when you come! composition
The end of the world, the corner of the earth, friends half scattered. It's hard to get together in life, only to leave more & hellip; & hellip; '
The old song of Li is singing for you today, but will you also sing the eternal song of "I'll go, don't get involved" and wave goodbye to us? It seems that in the blink of an eye, a