I miss this composition.

Homework help said, don't look back, don't cry, don't be sad, go straight ahead and count down to 100 days, and we will meet again and continue to write a happy chapter.

You still left, just like you thought at first.

I say goodbye to you with a smile. After the hug, I turned and left, never looking back.

I thought I was ready to stop being sad.

But seeing your empty seat, my heart seems to be evacuated.

I will always think of you, when I am half tired from running, when I quarrel with my classmates, when I am lying on the playground alone, at any time.

I know you miss me as much as I miss you.

In fact, this feeling is quite wonderful, "quietly enjoy a miss."

"Unfortunately, I haven't enjoyed it yet.

When I was lying on the playground, I was wondering if you met a new friend like us, and then you would tell her about us.

Our publicity, our sadness, our time together, happiness and sadness.

I remember last year, the night before the exam, we skipped class and ran to the playground to listen to the piano music after class. You told me the name of that song, but I forgot it again.

But I really like that song and the feeling when I listen to it.

For example, we are holding hands and spinning in the boundless sea of flowers without sadness.

Now, no one will accompany me to listen to that song quietly.

But it feels good to listen to it alone! The snow came very late this year. It snowed for the first time in winter vacation. I was locked in the house by my mother to watch TV with my brother. Finally, my brother was dragged to the window and watched a lot of snowflakes fall from the sky.

When the second snow came, the third semester had already started, and you left.

When I think of writing "I miss you" with footprints on the playground, the playground has been occupied by other footprints.

I feel terrible.

When some students hit me with snowballs, I also hit them hard and laughed with them, but I still felt uncomfortable.

Recently, my classmates always said that I was neurotic, and I took the lead in laughing as a monitor. When they talked about me, I was still laughing mercilessly, and then suddenly I became serious and said, Stop it.

When I turned on the computer, I saw a bunch of your information.

"Did you miss me on time while I was away? Did you practice running seriously? Have you studied hard? Are you distracted in class? Please remember that although we are far apart, I am doing my homework and you are trying to do it. I miss you when you miss me. We are still together. We should work together and meet in high school.

"I study hard so that you can be proud of me when you see me again.

I would like to believe that we will be together for life, because I love you as strongly as myself, because you love me as deeply as yourself.

I want to believe, because I believe.

The composition entitled "I miss you", more than 700 words, urgent, urgent, urgent! In this life, the most unforgettable thing is nothing more than the bits and pieces of kindergarten, primary school, middle school and university. Every step of the day is accompanied by countless teachers ... Teacher Tan is my first-grade primary school teacher. She studied at Jiefang Primary School in Chaling, Hunan Province that year, because the class teacher Cai was going to have a baby, the school asked Teacher Tan to substitute for us temporarily. Teacher Tan was still 26 years old.

I remember in that class, Teacher Tan taught us how to distinguish between east, west, north and south. Because I didn't like his loud voice, I played a game of catching mice with a small handkerchief under the table. It hurts! Suddenly, a chalk head hit my forehead, and there was a thunderous sound overhead. Looking at the teacher's red eyes, my mind was blank, and I couldn't answer who it was. The only thing I feel is a big bag on my head.

Decades have passed, and whenever you encounter unfamiliar road conditions, you must never point me to the east and the north and the west. Even if you are around, you have to rely on my position.

From then on, I said to myself in my heart, if I were a teacher, I would definitely not let the students be afraid.

Zhang Zhu, a Chinese teacher in my middle school, remembers that in the early 1970s, Mr. Zhang was almost fifty years old. She is thin, short and unattractive, and wears a pair of short-sighted glasses. I don't know what the magic is. As long as she is in class, she doesn't talk loudly or brag. In her eloquent narrative, our thoughts soar in the sky like wings, and her classmates regard her as their mother.

I remember, teacher Zhang arranged to write a composition describing the people closest to me. As a representative of the Chinese Department, I wrote five articles about famous books at that time, but Mr. Zhang wrote a comment on my composition book with three pages. From then on, I fell in love with writing and literature, that is, from that day on, I decided to be a teacher like Mr. Zhang when I grew up.

Flowers bloom in spring, cicadas sing in summer, fruits ripen in autumn and snow falls in winter. Through the joys and sorrows of life, through the four seasons, when the 23rd Teacher's Day came, my heart returned to the time when I didn't know what to worry about when I was a child. Miss Tan-please forgive me for making you angry, Miss Zhang-today I finally became you. The meaning of "further" ... Now I have nearly 30 years of teaching experience. Whenever I stand on the podium facing the students, I will think of you consciously or unconsciously. As your student, I really want to say to you: Teacher-I miss you! You are the best memory in my life! ! !

Please bring it to Zhao Hui in heaven. When the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth, I think of you ... when the gray dove stops at my window, I want to ask it, how are you? I'm asking myself, what flowers should I send you? No, I understand. What you need is not flowers, but people will always remember you and this painful lesson.

You may not know me, but who says we can't be friends? Although you are in heaven, I am on earth … I miss you. Although I have never seen you, I think your smile must be an angel's smile! When I opened the newspaper, a few huge black words made me want to cry.

Yes, that's the page about you! I really can't stand the lines of words and shocking pictures that make people want to cry.

I can't understand your pain at that time. I just sympathize with you.

That thing that shouldn't have happened has become an unchangeable fact, and the victim is you! As a passerby, I should feel lucky; As a person with conscience, I am very sad, just like them, like your teachers, classmates and parents! I feel sad.

Because we have the same dream and the same sky.

When I walk on the roadside still stained with your blood, I have an impulse to cry.

I couldn't help crying when I saw the bunch of pure white ones there. I know not only me, but also more people are thinking about you.

You left like this, and the flower-like life withered, only for people's regret of being late.

If people had paid attention to traffic safety earlier, maybe you shouldn't be in heaven now, but studying in the classroom like us, listening to the melodious piano sound in the piano shop! Please don't call me stupid when the angel brings you my thoughts. I don't want to see other children repeat the same mistakes, and I don't want those beautiful lives to disappear forever.

I think, I think all children are the same, far away from the road to death-traffic accidents, further ... (from the essay network) Miss.

My beloved hometown! Intoxicating profusion and intoxicating beauty make my life shine, and I smile like a flower in my sleep.

My beloved hometown! What I can't finish reading is homesickness, but what I can't stop is homesickness. You are my eternal concern. Fallen leaves will call for attachment to the wind and fall into the dust, and the soil will treasure its tears everywhere and breed new vitality in the mineral deposits.

Missing grows wildly in waiting, and the feelings of hometown spread in waiting.

There are waves of Jin Lang in front of us, which is the mature charm of wheat seedlings.

Bowing their heads and listening to the heavy breathing of wheat seedlings in the field, listening to the wind rustling in the crops, the villagers were full of comfort and tranquility.

When I was a child, I held hands with my sister to shoot birds by the wheat field, for fear that annoying sparrows would steal the fruits of my parents' labor.

The little sparrow saw me and ran away with a cry. I excitedly shook my sister's hand for the escaped sparrow, as if I had become a daughter who could help or be useful to my parents.

The childish face is full of victory and pride, which makes people laugh at the autumn wind that is about to blow and comforts the vibrant wheat seedlings standing in the field.

In a foreign land, I quietly planted a seed named "home" in my heart, and watered a warm dream with my long thoughts-I will keep my thoughts in my heart and feel the call of home where cherry blossoms cry. ...

Composition: Miss my hometown. If I miss my hometown far away, I will miss my hometown.

In the same village or city, not far from Wan Li, it is rare to get together, so there is the concept of fellow villagers. The so-called villagers see villagers, tears, really.

Because it is a fellow villager, it virtually shortens the distance between heart and heart. Naturally, there will be more common languages. I am very happy to communicate in bird language, which is a specialty of my hometown. It's also good to talk about your flowers and Kan Kan's human feelings.

Talk to your heart, or lean together with a smile, or cry and be depressed! Since ancient times, transportation has been inconvenient, and people in Fiona Fang often die of old age. If fellow villagers are lucky enough to be officials in the same dynasty, they must take care of each other. Even if his official ups and downs, intrigue, if nothing else, I will recognize this dead man every day, because you are from our village, I still remember the way you wear open-backed pants. We will take care of each other, and whoever you don't take care of will take care of you! Nowadays, with advanced technology and convenient transportation, the earth is turning more vigorously! Maybe one day, wandering on a certain planet, I met a comrade with one mouth and two legs, and a gust of wind was full of local flavor, which I was extremely puzzled. You must be busy running in your shoes, for fear of mistaking someone else. Oh, man ... I ... I said nothing (with tears in my eyes), fate ~!

I really miss the mountains and rivers in my hometown. They are so beautiful.

The mountains in my hometown, refreshing green, make me unforgettable.

How unforgettable! I always dream of the mountains in my beautiful hometown in my dreams. It is so beautiful and wrinkled that I will never forget it.

However, my mother, who always loves to spoil everyone's fun, has now left my hometown with me and came to this busy Wudi.

Why did my hometown abandon me? Am I not cute enough? The water in my hometown is unparalleled. Don't worry, because people here love this river too much.

The river in my hometown is clearer and more beautiful than yours, and can be compared with Sun Moon Lake.

No matter how hard my mother tries, I will never forget my hometown and its water.

The beautiful scenery in my hometown brought me a lot of fun in my childhood. Recalling that time, my sweet smile always accompanied me. I hope my mother will change her mind one day ... I really miss the flowers and plants in my hometown. He is so beautiful.

There are many colors of flowers in my hometown, such as red, orange, yellow and pink ... they are so beautiful. With these flowers, the environmental problem will be solved temporarily.

Whether it's a river or a pond, whether it's in front of or behind the house, there are beautiful flowers.

The grass in my hometown is so bright and beautiful that it shines when the sun shines.

The grass here is more novel than yours, with oval, rectangular and trapezoidal shapes. You'll love it when you see it! I like everything in my hometown. In fact, if everyone has experienced something like me, they will understand how important my hometown is to us! Therefore, we must cherish the happiness of our hometown.

I wish you don't lose your hometown like me!

A person I miss I miss my deskmate in high school very much, but I haven't been in touch for a long time. I don't know if writing is suitable for you. Just looking around. I remember when I first entered school, I didn't know how to survive in this expert school. I clearly remember sitting in the penultimate row, surrounded by boys, which made me very uncomfortable. At this time, a girl about my height sat next to me and introduced herself in a friendly way, saying that her name was. However, it gives people a feeling of peace of mind. From that day on, our deskmate friendship, which lasted for three years, began in the seemingly dull opening remarks ... I come from a very remote area and she is a rich girl in the town. We can't be friends by rights, but things in the world are so strange. Although the family is rich, she is a very frugal girl and lives alone like me. Speaking of which, perhaps no one believes that what we discuss every day is where to buy it. How to lose weight and other boring things, but our grades are very good, which is definitely not bragging. First and second in the class, we took turns sitting in the village until the college entrance examination. We have never quarreled, let alone fought. In three years, she turned me into a person who learned to listen. I am still grateful for everything he taught me, but it doesn't mean that we have always been harmonious and sometimes a little unhappy. But even if anyone is a little dissatisfied, he always replaces it with silence. He will never hurt anyone ... Now that I think about it, this friendship may no longer exist, at least it has become more valuable now. Unfortunately, after the college entrance examination, we all failed to achieve our goals, but this time we chose a different path. I chose to repeat. I'm the kind of person who won't stop until I get what I want, but she chose to walk into the ivory tower, even though she didn't like that school. But she doesn't want to repeat it. But we were not very sad at that time, because our future was so uncertain, and we were still fighting for our future. But three years later, when we look back, everything at the beginning is vivid, but where are our lives and our friendship scattered? I don't even have her phone number and QQ number ... In short, I don't have any contact information with her, because we didn't have a mobile phone or QQ in high school-maybe no one believes it, but it's true. Many times, I searched her name in school and posted it, but there was no one. I finally expected to be disappointed, and I stopped pursuing it deliberately. I just hope she can live happily. She has lost weight successfully and can find a good job when she is about to graduate from college. Remember how sweet, beautiful and trusting we were?

I miss my friend 1. As the curtain of the evening slowly falls, the night falls quietly.

The breeze rustled the branches.

From time to time, dogs barked in the distance.

Even so, it can't break the silence in this dream.

The moonlight is not very bright. Maybe it offends the dark clouds.

There are several stars in the sky, too. They seem a little lonely and sad, perhaps because they have lost their companions.

At this moment, I was sitting at my window, staring blankly out of the window.

Although the window is not very big, it gives me unlimited space for daydreaming and brings my thoughts to the vast sky, where they float freely.

Suddenly, a breeze came through the window, cool.

At the same time, another voice came into my ears with the wind, so beautiful, so beautiful.

What is this? I tried to listen.

Oh, it's for mom.

I thought it might be someone's child looking for his mother.

However, when I stretched, the sound actually disappeared and the wind left.

Oh, it suddenly dawned on me that I was thinking about my mother.

It has been more than two months since I was separated from my mother, and that deep yearning can't help rising from my heart.

My silent mother must be worried about me here and now.

Every time I mention my mother, I always cry because I always let her down.

I miss my mother, her wrinkled face, and those vivid scenes, all of which will keep coming to my mind.

At this point, I was about to fall asleep, but you were awakened by that hateful * * * *.

You never complain about your work. The only unhappiness is that you are worried about me.

A barking dog called back my thoughts from a distance and brought me two lines of tears.

Looking at the night outside the window, I really want to shout loudly, but I am afraid of losing my mind and being laughed at.

So I had to quietly write down two words that made my heart tremble: mom.

2. Buddha said: Looking back on the past 500 years, I passed by in the next life.

I don't know if we were really predestined friends in our last life, but I just want to tell you that it's good to meet you in this life! The sea is boundless.

No matter how many times we look back in the past 500 years, or a casual click in this life, we really met on the internet.

Acquaintance is fate.

With this knowledge, we will miss each other more and care more about each other.

Fate is not before and after, and feelings are not deep.

In the eyes of many people, there is still true love in the virtual online world.

Although each of us has a different life trajectory, our hearts know each other.

The ordinary acquaintance, not only has no regrets, but feels gratified and honored.

In our conversation, or in a short talk or a long talk with Kan Kan, I realized your true feelings, your kindness and your true love.

From acquaintance to acquaintance, we are all trying to understand each other, we are all feeling each other's truth, we are all feeling each other's emotions, with the torture and happiness of "not seeing each other for a day like Sanqiu", we are so far apart, but the network allows us to know each other.

After knowing you, I am no longer a lonely goose. I know that in a distant foreign land, there is also a wild goose, listening to my heart and feeling my life with heart.

Knowing you makes me feel what is missing, what is caring, … so many feelings that I have never felt before.

Especially your sincerity, your persistence, your concern and feelings, I have felt and realized them one by one.

You are by my side, always by my side.

No matter what the result is, as long as we have experienced it, it is beautiful.

An accidental click made you my miss and concern.

Not everyone who passes by will know it, and not everyone who knows it will make people worry. At least not in my life. Thank you for making me happy. Thank God for giving us the fate of knowing each other.

Don't give me too much, don't make any promises, just think of me occasionally, think of the person who likes you deeply ... you will always be a special person to me, and you will always be different in my life. When I meet you, I have more concerns and thoughts. I hope you are happy every minute. My greeting to you and me is the truest language from the heart, and my blessing is from the heart. You will care about his joys and sorrows; You will care about his or her every move. You will feel uneasy in the bedroom because you can't hear from him. Caring for someone is both sweet and painful.

In this indifferent world, it feels good to have someone who can still make you miss and care about you.

You are a concern that I can't give up. Even at the end of my life, I will pray that God must let me go first. Even if I leave ten minutes earlier, I will feel very warm and will not be lonely again. At least there is your love and care in the distance.

You must take care of yourself. I hope you will always be healthy, safe and happy.

I pray for you every day.

Did you plant the seeds of love when you knocked on the door lightly? When I opened the door quietly, the seeds of love took root. When the autumn wind slowly blows into my heart, the poetic autumn has filled my heart. It is you who bring me a poetic mood and make my desolate heart ripple again.

Autumn wind is no longer rustling, autumn rain is no longer rustling, all because of you, you let me care, you care about me.

I am grateful that the network has people I can care about, and I am grateful that the network has you to care about me.

Is it God's deliberate arrangement to let us harvest each other in the harvest season? Someone knocked at the door gently. At that moment, I thought it was the most beautiful sound. At that moment, I felt that I was really floating in the sky like smoke, and I was never afraid that falling from the sky would hurt. When my thoughts are flying, you live in my heart, and you accompany me in the storm. Since then, you have been the deepest pain in my chest.

Immersed in the artistic conception of "maple leaf love", a maple leaf is full of my thoughts about you. I only hope that the autumn wind will bring a piece of acacia to your window, and you will pick it up with your own hands and put it in your heart to savor a piece of true feelings.

The snow flying all over the sky, dancing magnificently, has not accumulated. ...

In my memory, I miss writing homework to help me see you or friends. Today, I am walking on the bustling market road.

Suddenly, I saw a deja vu face.

Just as I was trying to search the past in my memory, I saw her smiling, and I suddenly remembered that she was a former classmate.

Thus, we had the first surprise, the joy of reunion and endless topics.

I looked at her, and we seemed to have returned to the happy time on campus.

I haven't seen her for many years, so many things have moved from time to time that I can't remember her clearly.

As for her, I only remember that she is a quiet one among her classmates.

On the night of graduation, I saw her hugging and crying with her friends.

I heard that since then, I have been running around and never met again.

I remember when I was drinking with my friends, I was drunk. I once scolded a friend angrily, saying that she was not enough friends and sisters, and she could drink or not. He also said that I think you are a sister, and you don't think I am a sister and other hurtful remarks.

"We are just friends in stages.

"I remember my friend said such a sentence at that time, and I was stunned at that time. His words reminded me a lot.

In fact, we are friends in a certain environment, just friends at a certain stage.

According to my self-feeling, different time, different environment, different friends.

Some people have lived in one place all their lives and are just friends in this circle; And some people, he moves in different worlds, and he has different friends.

Some people haven't changed much in their lives; However, some people are constantly changing all their lives. The environment has changed, and people's emotions have also changed. There is no eternal emotion in the world.

Tomorrow, will we still listen to music by bike like today? The day after tomorrow, can we still talk and laugh like yesterday? I don't know, and I can't believe it.

Therefore, as long as we cherish the present, there won't be too much emotion and emotion in the future.

Although we will still feel empty because of you, there will be a flash of pain in our hearts, but don't we still have to do something we don't think we will regret today? Maybe tomorrow, we will be separated for the benefit in the battle.

Maybe the day after tomorrow, we will forget some people or things in the world of mortals.

Life is like this, and there will always be regrets in life.

But don't we live for a better life? Last week, I read a book "The Road Few People Walk". The sentences written above left a deep impression on me. He said that courage is not something you are not afraid of, but something you dare to do. Even if you are afraid, you don't want to run away.

Yes, this kind of person is really the person I have always admired most.

But I am always so timid, maybe it is my own defect, and I always want to find it in others! Alas ... Senior two:? Gu Liang

What a lovely name "Mao Mao". It's my cutest dog.

But now it has left me and this beautiful world.

Its departure makes me regret, make me sad and blame myself.

Whenever I recall the scene when we were together, I can't help crying.

Mao Mao, you left in a hurry. In two days, it will be the Lantern Festival. You left in a hurry without this festival and never came back. How can this not make me suffer?

People often say that it is precious only when it is lost. Without Mao Mao, I thought of all its benefits.

When I am happy, it runs and plays with me in the Woods. When I was sad, it rubbed my feet with its little face and scratched me with its little paws, as if to say, "Don't be sad, let's go out and play."

"When I am upset, it will naughty take out a pair of smelly shoes from under the bed, which makes me laugh and forget all my troubles.

Without you now, what should I do when I am sad, what should I do when I am sad, and who should I share my happiness with.

I still clearly remember the scene when Mao Mao saved me. We went out to play together that day, and several big dogs surrounded us and looked as fierce as wild animals.

I have never experienced this battle, so I was scared and ran behind a big tree.

Mao Mao didn't run, his mouth whined, and he looked fierce, and the hair on his back stood on end, as if to fight them to the death.

Those guys were really intimidated by Mao Mao and stood there against Mao Mao. A minute later, they pounced on Mao Mao together, and Mao Mao did not show weakness, and launched a fierce struggle with those vicious dogs.

Mao Mao, who was short of money at that time, was their opponent. She heard Mao Mao's screams from time to time.

Mao Mao was surrounded to save me. I was moved to tears. I don't know where I got the courage to pick up a stone and throw it at those dogs. It has no power. I saw a stick, and I picked it up and took part in the "battle". The dogs felt bad and ran away one by one.

Mao Mao barked in the direction of their escape, and then jumped in front of me, just like a general who came back in triumph. Looking at its bleeding neck, I felt its loyalty to me.

After this war, I like it better.

Who knows that Mao Mao is a troubled dog, one of the most vicious people poisoned Mao Mao, and poor Mao Mao swallowed the bait without hesitation, leaving us no room for rescue.

Who would have thought that Mao Mao, who was alive and kicking just now, was separated from me in a blink of an eye, how could he not be deeply grieved? Although we haven't been together for a long time, our feelings are so deep. More than once, I wrote Mao Mao in my composition and diary, and sometimes I drew a lovely Mao Mao. We are best friends.

If I could go back in time, I would like to be with Mao Mao for a day, no, a week or a year, but all this is a reality and we can't change it at all. You have to accept it if you don't accept it.

Is it a coincidence that there was a heavy snow the morning after Mao Mao died? I think this must be Mao Mao's soul in heaven. Let's get revenge.

Mao Mao, if you are enough friends, please come to my dream and let us renew our friendship in that illusory world. ...

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