Parting composition

In daily study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. How to write a good composition? The following is my collection of farewell essays. Welcome to read the collection.

Parting composition 1 "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." Fingertips across a little quicksand, year after year, just like a young swallow leaving its nest and dropping flowers from its branches. Spring is just a little Mao Mao rain on the umbrella; However, in midsummer, white porcelain plum soup, crushed ice and broken walls jingle; In autumn, there are only chrysanthemums everywhere, but no butterflies can be found; In the severe winter, there is only a little cinnabar flying in Wei Cheng, which makes people enchanted. I've been with you for thirteen years, and now that all my friends are gone, I want to stay with you and never give up.

In the evening, I sat at my desk alone. When I looked up, I saw what you gave me, and there was a letter next to it. Unconsciously, my eyes were moist and my eyes were wide open, and I remembered today's things again.

"I'm leaving today."

"What? ! Why didn't you say something before you left today? "

"... are you coming, 1 20 train? "

"Wait."

I packed my things in a hurry, your favorite candy. I went out by taxi. When I ran to the railway station, I caught you in the crowd at a glance, and you seemed to notice the line of sight and smiled back. I rushed over and you took me to the seat in front of the entrance.

"You ..."

"I want to go abroad to compete and come back soon. Be sure to come back with the news of victory! " When you interrupted me, you spoke slowly.

"Ah, yes." I'll take out the present I brought you and stuff it into your bag. "One thousand not abroad ..."

After a few commonplaces, there was a gentle female voice on the radio. You say goodbye and go to the ticket gate.

Suddenly, I woke up like I had a big dream, full of energy. Then, shout out your name-the hand of time seems to slow down gradually, and the crowd below becomes focused, leaving your back.

"Hey ..." Tears welled up in my eyes. "Remember to write me a letter when you arrive! After the game, take a photo no matter where you go to play! And the candy I gave you, remember! "

I never thought I would feel so bad.

"I will!" I looked up and saw what you said back. "Goodbye." The last three are lip-shaped, and they leave like a breeze blowing through willows after passing.

When you and I look back at this picture again, we will always laugh unconsciously, probably because we have been feuding for more than ten years, and finally we will make jokes.

Composition 2 About Parting Spring has come. At dawn, the birds got up early and hummed the beautiful song in the yard. The song went across the room, across the table and into my heart.

The sun gradually climbed into the sky, and the beautiful songs of birds became louder and louder. I stretched myself, opened my hazy eyes and got ready to get up. What is tempting me? I listened carefully-ah! It was the bird calling me! At this thought, I immediately put on my clothes quickly, finished washing, and went straight to the small yard without eating.

Before I came to the birdcage, I gently lifted the birdcage for fear of scaring the birds hanging on the drying rack. I looked at it carefully: it's similar to the birds in our family before, and it's really like two pairs of twins! I stare at this kind and loving couple, and I can't help thinking of our old budgerigar: they are as respectful as guests. After giving birth, the mother bird hatches eggs day and night. At this time, I only saw father bird flying by the nest and grain side in a hurry to provide food for mother bird. The bird finally hatched! Mother bird flew out of the nest, only to see mother bird eating fat and father bird thin. I was moved by this move of father bird. This family is really harmonious together!

Later, my mother sent the little bird family to my uncle's house because of too many trivial matters. After a while, when I visited my dear bird again with great interest, the bird in that family had turned into a feather and stayed alone in the silent cage. ...

If I can go back to the time machine, I will not hesitate to keep this bird; If I can take a time machine back to the past, I will cherish every inch of happy time with birds; If I can go back in time with a time machine, I will definitely let them fly one by one and let them experience the feeling of freedom. ...

But there is no if in this world, I can only wish them all the best in heaven!

On parting "Flowers are similar year after year, but people are different year after year." When I was a child, when I was lying in the cradle, my grandfather always loved to read me poems. Now I only remember this sentence. I often like to shake my head and read poems like my grandfather, which seems to be the happiest time of my childhood. But soon my parents will take me back to school in the city. I cried and cried, but I was smuggled back to the city by my parents on a sleeping night. According to my father's memory, my grandfather stood on the platform and watched me being carried into the car by my father, while my father sat in the car and looked at my grandfather on the platform across the street. The street lamp hit my grandfather's side, but not his face. I can't see his expression clearly, but I vaguely think his face is very black. Later, I cried, thus ruining my first parting in the form of crying.

Say goodbye to the first time, and there will be a second time. When I moved for the second time, my only friend sat next to me and cried. I fought back my tears, and like an adult, tears swirled in my eyes. And as soon as I got on the bus, I couldn't help crying. Just like the first time, I cried all over my face and my eyes were swollen like rabbits.

When I was a child, I began to cry to leave before I understood what it meant.

Not long ago, I experienced another farewell-grandpa left. The grandfather who shook his head at the cradle every day and read me poems has gone. I don't know if I really grew up or something. At that time, even if my heart was full of sadness, I couldn't cry, so I passed that period flatly. Until one day, my father dug out the old sweater that grandpa wore in winter, and the familiar smell of tobacco was introduced into the nasal cavity, and suddenly tears poured down his face.

Like soldiers concentrated by bullets on the battlefield, they fled to a safe place and felt the pain of the wound.

When I was young, I often knew that I would go through all kinds of parting, just like the simplest graduation parting. But I hope that one day when I recall, I can remember the luck when I met and forget the sadness when I left, just like the sun finally pierced the dark clouds.

Composition at parting 4 The feelings of teachers and students, classmates and friendship in primary school for six years have stood the test of time. If you go back to that time, will you regret everything you have done?

In the next semester of the sixth grade, students are cherishing their time with their six-year classmates. Finally, the countdown to graduation began. On the day of filming "graduation photo", although everyone was happy on the surface, in fact, they should be as sorry as I am for not seeing each other again.

The summer after graduation, I have been preparing for junior high school for fear of making any mistakes. In the last few days of summer vacation, students who were informed by the school that they were going to attend junior high school in No.2 Middle School went in through the back door of No.2 Middle School, and then waited for the notice in their corresponding classes. My mother didn't trust me and said she would come in with me. My parents wouldn't let me in, so my mother followed me when the security guard wasn't looking. I met my friend again in my corresponding class. But some students reported to other schools, so they didn't meet.

So when I was about to leave, someone in our class suggested going to a KTV party. I didn't go because my mother was with me. I really regret it. After the placement exam, we started military training. During the five-day military training, I made many new friends.

After junior high school, I had a holiday. After school, someone said to go to school to see the primary school teacher. I also invited someone to accompany me. Fortunately, I met my primary school classmates, otherwise I don't know what class the teacher is teaching now. I only saw the math teacher, the head teacher. Someone who taught us for three years and was once regarded as an enemy by us.

At the door of the class, I also met other students. I joked: "When the teacher comes out, she will definitely keep us." Then the teacher came out. A boy said, "Teacher, just now Chen Shuxin joked that you would leave us at school as soon as you came out." I also smiled helplessly. After a while, some students actually cried. After all, the teacher has taught us for three years, and her criticism and punishment have long been forgotten by us.

Teacher, a seemingly simple word, gives us a motherly feeling. The person who laid a good foundation for my math, the person who criticized me when I made a mistake, and the person who changed me for three years, I will never forget.

August 4th, I will always remember this day. Xiao Ming will leave here today. He is my good friend! I can't bear to part with him anymore.

He is my neighbor, and we both grew up playing together in college and primary school. However, when we were playing the other day, he told me that his family had decided to move to Shanghai. I am sad. Today is the day when they leave. I came to the airport with a notebook gift carefully prepared for him.

The shade shaded the sun for us. Two birds perched on the tree, chirping. Several bunches of Chinese rose flowers on the grass are smiling at the sun. When the sun shines on the earth, it turns golden. On the asphalt road, the black pebbles slowly turned into small black oil droplets. When I arrived at the airport, I saw that they were already waiting in the waiting hall. I found him and handed him the present. I said to him, "Xiao Ming, we have been good friends since childhood. This is my gift to you, with our photos in it. I can't bear to let you go. Since I can't keep you, you should contact me often in the future. " My nose ached and I almost cried. I think, I am a man, how can I cry? Xiao Ming said half jokingly, "They are all boys. Why do you say such disgusting things? I have to go, and we can still contact. " . "He said, we both laughed, and their flights began to check in. The two of us worship each other. I watched them enter the hut. After that, I also have to go. I stood at the airport and watched their plane take off bit by bit. I don't care about anything anymore. Tears flowed down like a waterfall. We played together for ten years, but this parting was instantaneous. I recall the dribs and drabs that we played together. He asked me to go out and play silly ball games in the sultry summer, and then we both got heatstroke, licking popsicles together to help us go home.

We used to be naughty, and these are our cherished memories.

I looked at the red sun in the distance. It turned into a sunset, disappeared bit by bit, finally reached the horizon, and then disappeared. A gust of wind blew, and the tree staggered, as if sighing for my friendship. Will he and I, like Lu Xun and Runtu, meet in the vast sea of people and turn a blind eye, making it more vicissitudes?

Parting is painful and beautiful.