Composition in lonely days

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that one can understand to an external language form with a standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is the composition I arranged for you in that lonely day for reference only. Let's have a look.

Lonely days writing 1 Recalling those days, I can't help but feel ridiculous. I raised my mouth and a tear fell quietly.

Those good friends I thought abandoned me, giving me a feeling that darkness was coming, and I was the only one groping in the darkness. Loneliness, yes, is loneliness! What scares me the most is now, kicking my happy days away completely.

In those days, just myself, I felt abandoned by the whole world, lonely, down and out, lonely, and everything I had never seen before came. I seem to have suddenly fallen from heaven to hell, and I am the only one here. In the days when I was abandoned, my mood fell to a deep bottom. I have no mind to eat or do my homework. I sat there staring blankly, crying silently.

It is no exaggeration to say that I look like a misanthrope. I am happy and have many friends. I'm never lonely. My life at that time was only laughter. Just a few days, just a few days, where did I get laughter and friends? Now I am walking alone on campus, like an invisible man, walking among friends, just the air around me. I don't say a word, my face is expressionless, my friends are like books, I don't want too much, I just want to be sincere to me. Contrary to expectations, it is impossible, only myself. Any lifelong good sisters are deceptive, and it is unique for everyone to like the new and dislike the old.

I feel the feeling of loneliness. In other words, I have been feeling this feeling. To be honest, this feeling is very unpleasant. I have shed too many tears and been sad many times. In those days, I had enough. After all, I have done nothing wrong. Stay away from me and exclude me. You think every day that I don't understand others. I smiled happily. Who comforted me when I cried?

I remember that lonely day, that sad life, that memory full of tears, and I can't forget how I got through that day. I smiled and my mouth rose again. That's ridiculous. Isn't it me in the end? Never show your wounds to others, because others will see jokes, and you will always be injured and shed tears.

You can also have a wonderful life alone.

Me? Who am I?

A person, a person who enjoys a lonely life.

"When the sun sets, the end of the world is heartbroken", which is the loneliness of Ma Zhiyuan when he wanders around the world: "The clothes are getting wider and wider, and he is haggard for Iraq", which is Liu Yong's loneliness of love; "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." It was the loneliness of Su Shi after his demotion. At the end of Song Dynasty and the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, it was a lonely dynasty. If you were born at this time and grew up in this world, who can escape from this invisible and huge clutches?

However, although the lonely Heihe River has been flowing for thousands of years, it still flows eastward. That night, I was still dreaming, but it got angry and washed away the high and thick dam.

Flooded my hard-working heart for thousands of days and nights, and destroyed my once crazy love with my beloved wife. ...

Cry, but the tears have already dried up. The willow trees on both sides of the river, which once loved each other, were not nourished by the rain and dew of love, but also swayed a few thin curly branches. The old man lay on the boat, remembering the lovers with his own hands, and creating a touching scene of mythical life in the old days:

Laugh, but your cheek muscles are twitching. Do you look back and smile, or grin? Who are you laughing at when you are alone?

Shout, your voice is hoarse, even if you are full of anger, you can only keep it in your heart and continue to suffer in loneliness!

Dancing, dancing crazily, waiting for the return of Iraqis. On the parting trestle, I stood for a long time, my legs and feet didn't listen to me. ...

Sing, sing, the sad lump in your throat gathers and expands in the moisture of saliva. Although you have deep thoughts, you can only turn into tears and shed them from the corner of your eyes!

Perhaps, when love inadvertently enters the desert of life, loneliness will form a rare fate with you for a thousand years: "Until I raise my cup, I ask the moon, and the moon becomes three."

It's a pity that I don't have the talent of Li Bai, let alone the romance of Su Shi, and I can't walk in the sunset with Ma Zhiyuan. I dare not mix poems with prostitute singers like Liu Yong. For example, they hold wine gourd in their left hand and pen in their right hand, others grind paper, and I scribble, so the lonely madman will take a good look at me and stop torturing him.

Life is like a bus. At every stop, we have to leave some people and accept some people.

When I was in the first grade, I always felt empty. My inseparable friends in primary school all went their separate ways. I was lonely at that time. Whether facing teachers or classmates, there is some resistance. So, everything is done by one person.

Students in the class, they greet each other and play, which reflects my loneliness. I am like a fallen leaf in autumn, with no old life. There is only the sadness of life.

This kind of loneliness is not only at school, but also at home.

With the growth of age, the generation gap with parents is getting deeper and deeper. As soon as I got home, I went straight to the door, locked the door and stayed alone. Every day, only in this strange silence can the stress of my day be relieved. Every day, only when eating can the family get together. Just don't have the same topic to talk about, but no one wants to speak first. So the family ate in a dead silence.

I can listen to a song all night, or I can be a friend for life, but my good friend has left me, and my world has lost its former color.

I want to ask, is it like this for three years in junior high school?

The answer is-no, this is the answer after three or four weeks of school.

Subtle changes have taken place between my classmates and me. From politeness to frolicking, from frolicking to teasing, from teasing to the same hobby. The friendship between classmates is thriving.

I don't know when I have a tacit understanding with one voice, but I like this feeling. If you ask me how I got into the class, I'm sure I can't answer.

After that lonely day, I understand that life is like taking a bus. You never know who will accompany you to the end until you reach the finish line.

Those fragmentary memories were skillfully pieced together into a perfect map, but the time you experienced and spent, even if you regret it, are they gone forever?

Everyone must have been wronged when he was a child, and I was no exception. What I remember most on the road of growing up is grievances.

I remember it was a beautiful afternoon, and the setting sun shone obliquely on the glass, which was beautiful, beautiful. On that beautiful afternoon, I wanted to express my feelings at that time, but my mother misunderstood that I was playing and scolded me. I locked myself in my room and cried angrily. At that time, I thought the sunset was not so beautiful, and it seemed to be raining cats and dogs outside. I feel so lonely, no one wants to sit down and talk to me, and no one wants to listen to my complaints. I hugged myself painfully. In order to distract me as soon as possible, I brought a lot of books and my dolls, and the results were not satisfactory.

One day, two days, three days ... my mother and I have been in a state of cold war. In fact, I really want to explain to my mother, but I never have the courage.

Our cold war lasted until the fifth day, and I finally got up the courage to tell my mother the true story and explain that she misunderstood me. The cold war between my mother and me is finally over! Suddenly, I felt that the "rain" stopped, the sunset came back, and a beautiful rainbow hung on the horizon.

Through this, I understand that if someone misunderstood you, it's not terrible. The most terrible thing is that you don't have the courage to solve this misunderstanding, just like the self-evident truth that "the one who tied the bell must untie the bell".

On that lonely day, I woke up from my dream, and the dazzling light invaded my retina, leaving a little liquid in my eyes. In the dream, they all disappeared when they woke up, and an ordinary and unusual' separation' appeared in front of them again and again.

When school started, my mother somehow made up her mind to leave me at home and work in Yiwu. The atmosphere at home was obviously a little cold those days. My mother kept telling me what to do, and I listened quietly. When I asked when I would come back, I got a familiar silence. Everything is ready and everything is explained clearly. One morning, the fading footsteps and the motor of the car stopped my thoughts.

I'm the only one left. Only the sound in the TV set is left in the room. I hoped to live alone without my mother, but I realized it so early. I have never had any happiness or a trace of sadness. Life is still like this. Go to a friend's house opposite my father for dinner, sleep alone and get up alone.

Everything is my own, washing clothes and mopping the floor. After trying it slowly, it becomes easier. I used to like weekends best, away from that school. Now I like school. There are people everywhere who can talk to me. The noisy classroom warms my heart like home.

But the weekend came again, and the first day was full of cram schools. I can only control the poor time at night. I finally stood by the phone, waiting to hear the familiar bell.

On Sunday, the time of day is assigned to me. My favorite thing is to move a chair after lunch, sit on the balcony to bask in the sun, read novels, watch the footsteps of the sun move on the pages, and enjoy my mother's touch. This afternoon, I stayed on the balcony, looking at the grass and trees in the sun and watching aloe in a daze. In short, in that lonely day, the sun became my indispensable partner. Once upon a time, I always thought of my parents in the sunshine, and I didn't know when they would come back.

Every night, I am in the bed that used to be my mother, looking for the smell of my mother and waking up in the first sunshine in the morning.

In those lonely days, I learned to be strong.

In that lonely day, I learned to be brave.

I grew up in that lonely day.

On Friday afternoon, a little girl came out of school with a happy smile on her face. Because, my mother said she would pick me up. My mother is pregnant. To tell the truth, I am both happy and worried about this baby. I'm afraid my mother will leave me alone after giving birth. I looked around, looking for a familiar figure of my mother, but why didn't I find it?

"Sister! Here! " My neighbor's sister ran to me.

"Hello, where's my mother?"

"You said aunt, he went to the hospital, she is going to have a baby!"

"Oh, I see." My mood suddenly fell to the bottom. How could my mother do this? He said he would come to pick me up, even if he didn't come, he would let me know, and tears rolled unconsciously in his eyes.

When I got home, my father was not at home either. I suddenly collapsed on the sofa, tears finally like a broken pearl, one after another. I am a very dependent girl. My parents have always loved me. I should hold that sentence in my hand for fear of losing it. I lack independence today because they spoil me too much.

I sat on the sofa and looked at everything at home. Without parents, everything has lost its vitality. I guessed right. With their elder sister, they will pay more attention to her. There is nothing at home now, only the bad thing of being cold and cheerless is with me. In addition to being cold and cheerless, it is loneliness!

In those days, I cooked, washed and went to school by myself. Even if the food I cooked was terrible, even if the clothes I washed were not clean, even if I was late for school sometimes, I learned to be independent, and I no longer depended on my parents!

I will never forget that lonely day. He taught me to be independent, get rid of dependence and become a strong girl, which will benefit me for life! Thank it!