An essay on the theme of regression

Everyone is most familiar with composition, especially topic composition, which plays a very important role in writing. Topic composition has the characteristics of free topic. A given topic can be left as a topic, and candidates can draw up their own topics. You always have no idea when you write this kind of composition? The following is a composition (3 selected articles) on the topic of return for everyone. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

Back to the topic of composition 1, it is the feeling of going home.

Waiting is a long-lost miss.

Young dreams are long-term expectations.

Once upon a time, I hoped that the train could bring you back after a long separation.

My father's long-term separation is my life's wait. I remember when I was a child, my father left home for a long time because of livelihood problems. My father left all these trifles and children's rights to the young mother. When he set foot on the starting station with a heavy suitcase, he rushed to other places for this life. At that moment, I saw my mother's tears in the corner of her eyes, her hand about to break, and the train carrying my father slowly left in my eyes and hid in the arms of the fog together. At that moment, I

Several years have passed, and my father is still working far away to earn money, and he hasn't come back for a long time. Every spring ploughing, my mother always asks my uncle and uncle to help us farm, begging them to help us for the sake of being brothers with my father. I have seen my mother's helplessness and heard others' cynicism. Autumn harvest, more than ten acres of land, all depends on my mother, I know, so bitter and so tired, she never shows it on her face, she knows how hard it is. No matter how tired she is, no matter how hard she works, when the next morning, accompanied by the first crow, she will force herself to forget her fatigue, go to great pains, bury herself in the golden wheat field and reap, and she knows where to bear the burden of humiliation and where to bear the hope.

In my eyes, she is so different. This life has been circulating for ten years. Sometimes my father will come back for the autumn harvest, get together for a few days and then leave in a hurry. In the past ten years, I have rarely seen my father, and my father has rarely come home. I know he also wants to come back and reunite. As far as I can remember, our family never spent the New Year together and had dinner together. My memory of my father is vague. Every year, when the New Year bell rings, every household will set off firecrackers. Cold and cheerless, the Spring Festival party is full of laughter, but it can't fill the emptiness in our hearts. The Chinese New Year's snow is swirling and the cold wind is like a knife. The lonely night is sad and lively, the hurried footsteps echo for a long time, and the people who go home have not returned for a long time.

The train carrying my father finally came back. Before leaving the station, we waited for him to be thinner or fatter. When I got off the train, his thin figure echoed in front of my eyes, with a smile on his face. This is a long-lost memory. The train that once left finally brought back my father and all my expectations.

Father finally came back. We can finally be together. Our family can be together in the future. We went to the city where my father worked hard for several years. The salary here is not high, but it is still miserable. But we finally have a family. Mom will not be looked down upon by others, and dad will not be away all the year round, so. Life has left me for ten years, and I have never felt the warmth of my father around me. I have been looking forward to the return of my father and the reunion of my family. After several years, my father's face slowly disappeared in my memory. At this moment, such warmth is close at hand, and I am waiting for the fatherly love that I have never felt and expected for a long time. And the warmth of the home that once left me and came back to me. My father came back to me several years late.

How many such people are still late?

I would like to give this document to all parents who have worked hard but have not returned. I wish you all the best in the future. And my parents. I love you. No matter where you are, whether you are rich or poor, no matter where you are, this will always be my home.

My father is a soldier stationed in the frontier of the motherland to defend the country. I am a "migrant bird in the west" who stays at home, performing The Journey to the West year after year, stepping on the "Xiangyun" I miss and flying to that distant place.

Dad is both familiar and unfamiliar. In the scene I remember, he always pulled his suitcase and smiled and said goodbye to me. In dad's story, he always braved the heavy snow and stood guard in the cold wind; Always crawling in the Gobi desert under the scorching sun and insisting on training; I always endure altitude sickness and conduct military exercises under the snowy Kunlun Mountain in June ... I can't see it with my own eyes, but I can only listen to the voice full of temperature through the screen of my mobile phone. How I wish my father could stay with me like my friend during the happy holidays.

Finally, dad is going home! The news made me happy for several weeks.

The night before my father came back, my mother and I decorated the house with paper-cuts, paintings, balloons and ribbon flowers ... The room was filled with everything I thought could be used to express beauty. I also carefully wrote a welcome speech for my father-"Welcome my father to go home", and I have been busy with excitement until late at night. That night, I couldn't sleep in bed. I always feel that time passes very slowly and my father seems to be far away from me. Time, go, go. ...

The next day, I was absent-minded until school was over. Excited mood, let me like an arrow from the string, rushed to the door, the door turned out to be dad! I couldn't wait to show him the wall I decorated, and his face showed a happy and gratified smile. At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world!

Mom said that love is companionship and love is reunion. Now, I can hold my father's strong hand every day-my father will never leave, and our love is finally reunited.

I walked home from school and faced the afterglow of the sunset alone. I saw several pupils walking side by side not far away, talking and laughing. In a flash, I thought of you and us when I was young.

You are a clean boy. A short black hair, slightly curly; I often wear a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and my eyes are full of sunshine, optimism and confidence in life. The white face is that childish smile.

My mother always said that we looked like twins. Now think about it carefully, although there are not seven or eight similarities, there are also five or six similarities. But there is no doubt that you have always been my best partner. Six years of primary school, you brought me too much joy. I always thought you had a good sense of humor, and so did you. You are called a comedian in our class. Although I can't remember many jokes now, you undoubtedly eased our fatigue under the heavy study pressure at that time. You are like a pistachio, which often brings us joy inadvertently.

Life is like climbing one mountain after another. As a friend, you can always lend a helping hand when I am most afraid of the top of the mountain and need help most. I remember one year, the final exam was coming. At this critical moment, I have to rest at home because of a cold and fever. Watching the days on the calendar turn over day by day and the final exam approaches day by day, I see it in my eyes and worry in my heart. I can't help secretly worrying that I have learned more knowledge at school. What I didn't expect was that you showed up at my door that night. "Hey, Tang Ziheng! Are you feeling better? Seeing that you didn't come to school these days, I was worried about you. I'm here to help you make up your notes. " With that, he smiled brightly and handed me a stack of neatly written copying notes with both hands. I took a look and found that you are still so serious. Important knowledge points, classroom exercises, textbook notes ... you write them down meticulously. I'm afraid I don't understand it thoroughly. Please repeat it to me patiently. That night, the most beautiful thing was that we exchanged and studied under the light. The friendship between you and me has always reached a higher level through mutual help. I will definitely remember this friendship.

On the day of graduation, you quoted Kobe Bryant in your message: "Those times when you get up early, those times when you work hard, those times when you stay up late, those times when you study hard, those times when you feel that you are not working hard and you are too tired, those times when you don't want to push yourself any more, but you still choose to continue doing that, that is the meaning of pursuing your dreams." This sentence has inspired me so far, and I hope you will work hard all your life. We will never forget this sentence when we take the senior high school entrance examination in two or three years.

May we meet again in the same school in three years, come on! Returning is still a teenager!