Say goodbye to excellent composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my collection of excellent parting compositions. Welcome to read the collection.

After school, the sky is gloomy, the air is suffocating, and birds stand listlessly on the branches. I quickened the pace of going home.

Turn the alley and cross the river to get home. I pushed open the door, and it was dark at home. I didn't turn on the light so late. Mom and dad are sitting on the sofa, and no one is talking. Mom's eyes are red. I slowly put down my schoolbag, and my father foolishly said to me, "Baby, I'm sorry!" " "I paused, turned around and saw my father's face with faint tears. The first time I saw my father crying, the wind blew on my face, as if I had aged a lot at once. Dad continued to say to me, "honey, because of work, I'm going to work in a foreign country for a year, and I can't take care of you every day ..." Dad's words came like a bolt from the blue, and my heart began to hurt so much that I couldn't breathe. Is dad leaving my life? So no one will play ball with me? Is there no one to go running with me anymore? Is there no one to accompany me to play the boring game my mother said? " Dad, why? Can't you not go? "Tears in my eyes. I ran back to my room and sobbed for a long time.

On the day of farewell, my father hugged me several times and told me to take good care of my mother. The radio informed the passengers that they had boarded the plane. I watched my father's familiar figure leave me, getting farther and farther until it became a dot. I really can't help crying this time. ...

A little short parting, let me know a lot and understand a lot. In the face of parting, people will suffer, but learn to be strong. Perhaps, pain can make life grow.

Farewell to excellent composition II. Life is different. In life, we must experience countless things: success or failure, happiness or sadness ... In this short hundred-year life, each of us will encounter all kinds of things and taste different tastes of life. Some are happy, some are painful.

It was a very sad day (for our family). Above the lobby, the air seems to have solidified, and time seems to have stopped turning at this moment. Looking at the face that is bloodless and familiar, touching the hands that are covered with cocoons as cold as ice, and looking at the eyes of my loved ones that are dyed red with tears, I can't help crying for a while, and my heart is like being cut open by countless sharp scissors. Scenes of the past emerged in front of my eyes: that kind and wrinkled old face was smiling at me, smiling so brightly; Those rough big hands used to hold my tender little hands and walk on a quiet country road ... forget it. The more I think about it, the more heartache I get. I'm trying to control myself.

Grandpa is an honest farmer. He has been busy all his life just to bring up his nine sons. When he was young, he did everything to make a living and support his family. Helping others move bricks and poles ... These hard jobs often make his back ache, but when he goes home, he must be free. He did most of the housework, because his grandmother was sick at that time. Now, children have their own families. Grandpa, who has suffered all his life, should have a good rest and enjoy himself, but he is still hardworking and manages a vegetable garden by himself. Once I asked him why, he smiled and said to me, "I'm used to it. I'm afraid I'll get into trouble when I'm free." He is very kind and often tells us some stories about his youth or some truth about being a man. Ah, what an amiable and respectable person!

In this way, grandpa left, never enjoying any happiness, but leaving the most precious spiritual wealth. That time, I tasted the taste of parting; However, I will cherish and cherish the immediate affection.

Good parting composition 3 Jump out of the taxi.

The weather in August and the hot summer scorched the earth. Then, a sad parting slowly approached.

Took the ticket from the tour leader. At this time, my friend has handed me the retail. He smiled. "This water can be drunk on the plane. Five hours. If you can't stand being bored, you can read magazines. I put it in your backpack. "

I am grateful to him. On such a hot day, he saw me off in the scorching sun. Knowing that the luggage was heavy, he rushed to help me move it.

Pass the security check. People took out their tickets in an orderly way and went through the security gate, but he rushed through the security gate without taking the ticket. "Sir, please don't enter the terminal without a ticket. Thank you for your cooperation! " The airport staff made a gesture and tried to explain to him. He gave a loud roar and scared away all the staff present. After checking my luggage, the staff sighed and let him go for the first time. He danced as if he had won a million dollars. He grabbed my luggage and pulled it to the seat before giving up.

As soon as he settled down, he began to babble plausibly: "Fasten your seat belt when flying, it's safe …" I'm not bored, I know he means well, and he babbles well!

"Ladies and gentlemen, flight Mu5083 from Ningbo to Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok is now boarding ..."

I said goodbye to him affectionately and got on the plane. The plane began to slide slowly, and his thin figure outside the window was only a point in the end. At present, his caring attitude towards me is constantly emerging. My nose is sour and two lines of tears roll down my cheeks. ...

The air conditioning flew around, making my tears dry. ...

Oh, my friend's prince, you are gone again, rustling and full of special feelings. ...

At that time, "parting" swept the graduate building, and everyone passed on alumni records to each other. At that time, it was very hot in midsummer, and there was only a breeze walking on the playground, but the wind was also very hot. There is hardly anyone on the playground. Everyone is blowing electric fans in the classroom. And everyone works hard, studies hard, and wants to get good grades in the graduation exam. When the exam approaches, there are often papers flying all over the sky, but after finishing one, you have to hurry to make the next one. Finally, in the blank paper all over the sky, everyone successfully finished the graduation exam, but everyone was unhappy and only heard a sigh.

On the day of receiving the notice, I happened to pass by her house and met her. We sat together and talked a lot, but we didn't mention the word "separation", probably because we didn't want to make me sad! In fact, I know very well that after this day, everyone will leave, and everyone will go here and there to find their dreams.

With regret, everyone stood in the corridor with the notice for a long time without leaving. Everyone stood in the corridor in silence for a long time. Looking at the sunset, they reluctantly said goodbye. A few minutes after saying goodbye, only my shadow was left in the whole building.

I just didn't expect that after saying "goodbye", no one saw her again, but her shadow still lingered in my heart. I didn't ask for her contact number, so I lost touch with her in recent years.

Time runs relentlessly forward, but I stay where I am and keep looking back. This year is the day of entering the third grade, and many people have to leave. "Farewell" waved to me again.

Maybe in the future, I can only stare at the sky alone and keep thinking back, but when I get back to reality, I feel more sad and lonely every time I think about it.

When I was about to leave again, tears rolled down unconsciously ...

When you leave, you will inevitably shed a few tears. Looking back, I can't help but make my eyes slightly moist and penetrate into my heart.

At that time, they were sweeping around in the graduate building, and we passed on our classmates' records to each other. At that time, it was very hot in midsummer. There is only a breeze on the playground, but the wind is also very hot. There is almost no figure on the playground, and all the fans are blowing in the classroom. However, we work hard and study hard, hoping to get good grades in the graduation exam. When the exam approaches, the test papers are always flying all over the sky. After finishing one, you must run to the next one. Finally, on the white paper all over the sky, we successfully completed the graduation exam, but we were not happy, only heard sighs and sighs.

I happened to meet her in front of her house on the day I received the notice. We sat together and talked a lot, but we didn't mention the word "separation" Maybe we don't want to make me sad! In fact, I know very well that after this day, we will be separated, and then we will run around looking for our dreams.

We accepted the notice with regret and stood in the corridor for a long time without leaving. Standing in the corridor, we were silent for a long time, watching the sunset and reluctantly saying goodbye. A few minutes after saying goodbye, only my shadow was left in the whole building.

I just didn't expect that we never saw her again after saying goodbye. I still have her in my heart. I didn't ask her contact information, and I lost contact in recent years.

Time went by mercilessly, and I stopped to look back. This year is the third grade. Many people will walk apart and wave to me.

Maybe in the future, I can only look at the sky blankly and continue to think, but when I return to reality, I am more sad and lonely every time.

When I was ready to leave again, tears flowed down unconsciously.

Looking back on my six-year primary school life, I feel a little sad that I have grown from an ignorant child to a teenager under the care and guidance of my teacher. We will leave our alma mater in a few months. Six years, 2 190 days and nights, on the occasion of graduation, how much we miss this beautiful campus and our beloved teachers, no matter what language we use, it is difficult to express our gratitude and respect. In retrospect, it took only 1 minute to enter the sixth grade, but it contained Qian Qian's feelings.

At school, it is the source of our knowledge. At home, make a summary for going to school every day. The memory of kindergarten is not long, and now it's almost forgotten.

The teacher stood on the platform in the morning and listened to us read aloud. Help enthusiastic students after class. After school, exercise books piled up and changed neatly the next day. Well-intentioned criticism of naughty classmates. Black eyes when correcting homework after staying up late ... We heard the sound of reading, the sweat on the playground, our footprints on the road ... the excitement of being a young pioneer and the sense of collective honor of winning a place in the team competition ... We learned at school that everyone is collective and can't be selfish. We should help each other and share the happiness and sadness of others. ...

We are getting older year by year. Too much laughter, too many tears, too much attachment, too much disappointment. Looking at the feelings between teachers and students, sometimes I even feel that teachers are my family. Whenever I see my teacher in the morning, I always feel very warm. When I see my classmates, I suddenly feel suddenly enlightened.

That's it. Being inseparable in a happy family, living happily with classmates all the time, telling jokes, discussing learning topics and playing games every day, is this life not fun? In fact, we are so reluctant to part with our alma mater, but life always has to pass the "test" and we must cross the first bumpy road of life with confidence. The front is bright!

Teachers and students love each other forever. I will try my best to get into an ideal middle school and win glory for my alma mater.

The snow is still falling, the wind is still blowing, and the snow is still falling, just like my confused thoughts. When will the snow stop? When will the wind stop? My dear brother, when will you come back?

That day, in the community amusement park, you insisted on stepping on a scooter despite the opposition of your uncle and aunt. You never thought a scooter would take you to heaven. You are only nine years old. Why is fate so cruel to you? You skate so fast on the scooter that you have no time to see the traffic lights. As a result, a speeding taxi hit you. After I heard the news, I ran to the intersection like crazy. Someone called an ambulance and you were quickly taken to the hospital.

In the hospital, you are surrounded by all kinds of instruments. Just as you were about to be pushed into the operating room, you opened your eyes and gently said to me, "Sister …" I was shocked. These two words have been ringing in my ears, and the voice of "Sister" seems to have exhausted the strength of your life. ...

I just want you to wake up. Maybe this is a dream. Tomorrow, you will smile and drag me to play in the snow. My uncle and aunt told me with tears that you would never come back when you left. On your birthday, you made a wish that your sister's life would be as sweet as "white rabbit" toffee.

I came home and lay in bed in a daze. Only in my dream can I go back and meet you again. The snow is still falling, and the wind is still blowing, as if crying faintly. Do they also know that you will never come back?

Brother, you just left quietly, but my sister always believed that you would hide in a corner. Brother, please believe that I will always be your favorite sister in this world!

That summer, the whole class sat around the lawn and cheered for the class athletes. That winter, everyone actively made suggestions for the campus reading club and fought for the class. That year, the students ran for the campus.

In the classroom, the sound of fans, writing and turning pages seems to have become a habit. These voices will not stop, and the pace of students' learning will gradually accelerate and never stop. Students gradually learned to be silent and cherish time like gold. The pressure of study makes students breathless.

A few months later, it was another crazy summer. The students are about to graduate. I still remember my childhood classmates, wearing red scarves, running on campus. I still remember that every time the monitor told everyone to be quiet, someone would sing the opposite. I still remember that the blackboard that I couldn't reach had to be padded with chairs. The students can't wait for summer to come slowly. When the headmaster said it was the shortest semester, all the other grades cheered, but the students were silent.

I'm afraid I'm not used to it without your class. I'm afraid I will habitually turn around and find that it's not you sitting there. I'm afraid I'll accidentally pass through the corridor and never see you again. I'm afraid there's a lot of noise around, and none of it is from you. Reality tells students that we should still be apart. When salty liquid comes out of our eyes and we reach out to hug others, there is only parting in front of us.

Slowly, the students cultivated a tacit understanding, knowing whose notebook this is at a glance, and making the whole class laugh at a click. As time goes on, students are constantly changing. I want to go back to the naive time and do it again. Time always flies by. Students' joys and sorrows in the past six years have been preserved by a thing called memory. Every time I see a name and write a word, I am recording the passage of time. Time, can you walk slowly? I want to see those friends together again. Time, can I ask you to look back and see how beautiful your classmates are?

Good parting composition 9 Life will always meet many parting. In ancient times, there were' we waved goodbye, and my horses neighed repeatedly'. Now there are primary school graduates and there will be middle school graduates in the future. Parting is a word that many people don't want to face, which means that past feelings may dissipate with the passage of time and never leave again. Once memories can only be memories.

Once people have no communication, the distance is far away. When I was in the fifth grade, our friendship began to crack unconsciously. When I graduated from the sixth grade, I took a photo with my current class and my previous class. I saw my former classmates when I took pictures, although it was only one or two floors. A year later, some of them didn't recognize it. The QQ group formed before, because of my move, I have less contact with them, and it has gradually become an empty group.

Seeing that the group was deleted and never appeared in the list again, I always felt empty, as if I had lost something and could never get it back.

Although parting is a sad thing, in junior high school, with new classmates and new friends, the past friendship is just a thing of the past. Cherish the present and look forward to the future instead of regretting the past. I can say for sure that even if I am in a completely different environment from my primary school classmates now, I can still remember my friend's voice and appearance. Maybe a year or two has passed, they have changed, and I have changed, but the memory of the past will not change. This is still our wonderful childhood.

It seems that there are so many departures and encounters every summer, and there are new classmates and new friends, which is completely different from before. The summer wind blows on the face, which is the wind yearning for the future. I really want to go anywhere in the wind, because I want to fly anywhere.

So, what about you?

Good Parting Composition 10 "We live far apart, the ends of the earth, intimate friends go their separate ways, life is rare to get together, only parting is more important ..." This passage comes from Farewell, which was also quoted by writer Lin when he wrote Old Things in the South of the City.

Yes, in the process of growing up, we met many people, gained a lot, but also lost a lot. It's like "Dad's flowers have fallen" in "Old Things in the South of the City".

That day, it was Eiko's primary school graduation ceremony. At the graduation ceremony, she kept recalling the little things in the past six years: she couldn't get up in bed and was beaten by her father with a feather duster; Her father taught her to "practice and practice again"; Adults hope Xiaoying is an adult. ...

"Dad's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child." Eiko grew up after his father died.

Those familiar people are gone: Niu, Xiuzhen, Aunt Lan, the thief in the grass. Xiaoying asked, "Did these people lose their childhood with me?"

I want to say to Xiaoying: it's not a loss. As long as you remember those things, they will live in your heart forever. What's more, some roads in life can only be taken by yourself. And all parting is the beginning of gathering, and you can meet more people.

Just like last summer, I just left primary school and entered junior high school. At that time, I missed primary school, everything there, people and things in the past. I often wonder if I can go back to primary school, where I am familiar with everything. But then junior high school met new friends, and that kind of tension gradually disappeared. Looking back now, I find that I have really grown a lot.

Eiko, I dare not say that growth requires parting, but please believe that parting will definitely make us grow. On the way of growing up, I hope we can all learn to face our separation calmly, ok?

Good parting composition 1 1 People have ups and downs. People will encounter many departures and reunions in their lives. In the face of parting, we are more reluctant, and in the face of reunion, we are happier.

Everyone has a different definition of parting. Some people think that parting is the end, just like where you will go. But some people think that parting is the beginning of another thing.

Six years of primary school. It's a memory with my classmates. I still clearly remember that I was full of curiosity about this campus from the moment I first set foot in it. Maybe I am looking forward to a new life, maybe I want to quickly integrate into a strange environment and meet these strange faces. In short, I was disgusted and ignorant at that time. Many times, I am also timid and shy. I didn't know the way of the world and interpersonal communication, and spent that unforgettable youth with innocence and happiness.

Later, I went to junior high school and spent three years with many freshmen. Facing graduation, students are admitted to various schools and go their separate ways, which is a kind of parting. All good things must come to an end. Unforgettable past, those good times just passed by in a hurry. After several years of classmates falling in love, it only takes a few pieces of paper to separate, and finally it can only turn into a cloud of smoke. I can only print these traces in my heart, and the parting will slowly dissipate with the wind.

Parting is the last thing people want to experience, but they have to experience it. After graduating from elementary school and junior high school, some people may never see each other again once they leave.

Some people say that "parting is for better meeting", which is undeniable. After parting, you will know how to cherish it better. You may complain about going home every two weeks now, but for what, to shape yourself better, to make yourself better, and to make my parents proud of me!

The real parting is not the Peach Blossom Pond or the Changting Ancient Road, but in the same hopeful morning, some people stayed yesterday and some people lived today. More importantly, create a brand-new self after leaving.

A good parting composition 12 Life will experience many parting. At every stage of life, at every stage of life, each of us will experience many times of parting. For example, after graduating from primary school, students bid farewell to their alma mater for six years, turned around and stepped into a new learning environment, and their former friends became strangers. This is a new stage of life.

Now my life has reached this stage ... in less than a month, I will leave the school where I have been trained for six years. Anyone who hears graduation will say "I've been waiting for this day for a long time, and I want to graduate early", but everyone will inevitably feel sad. After graduation, it means that my best friend and I are leaving each other. Everyone has to go to a new school, bid farewell to teachers in various subjects, bid farewell to his alma mater and study in a new environment ... In retrospect, I can still remember the interesting things I did at school, and I also participated in several activities in primary school.

In the fourth grade, I participated in the activity for the first time-the whole recitation competition. We recited Chairman Mao's Qinyuanchun. At that time, the teacher asked the girls to wear double ponytails. My aunt combs my hair, and I will take part in the competition. At the beginning of the game, my nervous heart was pounding and I was unfamiliar with the words, but I didn't want to affect the class. I kept reading the manuscript and memorizing words. We won the first prize in that competition. Now think about it.

Life is like this, we always have to go through a lot of parting, and we always grow up in every parting. This is a life course.

After leaving home for a long time, I bid farewell to my parents for the first time. All my eyes and thoughts are mixed, and I am alone in a foreign land. Next time I go back, will I prepare dinner like my uncle and aunt on weekdays and treat me as a "guest"? When I left home and looked back, I looked up at the familiar figure upstairs. I want to go upstairs and hug her again, dry the tears in her eyes, comfort her rickety back and gently tell her, "I still love you even if I go to the ends of the earth." But in reality, I can only wave at her hard and hard, and then turn my head and leave. I only hope that the outline of this wave will be in the morning sun of my hometown day after day.

At the railway station, my father and I sat for a long time. I can't remember exactly how long it has been. He doesn't talk much, just let me study hard and call home if anything happens. I know that in fact, like me, he has a thousand words in his heart, but he doesn't know where to start. We are all inarticulate people who can only bury our feelings in the deepest part of our hearts. I don't know how long it will take, but it will only take a while, maybe a long time. Dad stood up, and I knew dad was going back. He just said to me, "I'm leaving, take care of yourself." Looking at the back of dad's departure, I wanted to rush up and hug him, but I didn't. I dare not. I am afraid that I will cry in front of him. It never occurred to me that this was the last time my father sent me away from home.

There is a song like this: On the night when every star abandons the Milky Way, I will say goodbye to myself, because I don't know, I don't want to know, and the distance between us.

I clearly remember the sentence in Han Han's "See you later": When you say goodbye, you must try harder, and if you say one more word, it may become the last sentence; Take another look, it may be the last one. Yeah, this may be the last time.

14 of the window, drizzling, cold wind whistling. I sat on the bed and watched some students being picked up by their parents. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I couldn't help dripping. ...

It was getting colder and colder, and I was tortured by the cold wind and became a prisoner of illness. But thanks to the cold, I have an excuse for my mother to come to school-to send clothes.

In the dim night, a determined but somewhat weak figure came to me in a hurry-it was my mother! I gave my dirty clothes to my mother and asked her to help me see if the medicine prescribed by the doctor in the infirmary could be eaten. At this moment, a tall man, that is, my father, came over, picked up the medicine and put one in his mouth! I was shocked and didn't know what to say. The brother on the side quickly said, "Dad, that's medicine!" " "Dad smiled and didn't speak, this kind of indecision will go away.

I can see that my parents care about me. Every day, the teacher will record videos for us and announce the list of young people. I will be praised every day, and my parents will be happy when they see it. Within a few minutes, I was weak in my parents' caring and attentive voice, and tears welled up in my eyes ... I immediately stopped my parents' conversation, said goodbye in a hurry on the pretext of turning off the lights soon, turned and ran, and tears dripped with the cold wind. There seem to be crystal tears on the road, clothes and even small flowers on the roadside.

Back to the dormitory, lying in bed, tears still can't control. I had to sit by the window, looking at the dark night sky and listening to the sound of reading in high school, and my mood slowly recovered. Dry your tears and get up on weekends to meet the monthly exam.

Quiet is the farewell flute. Although I have been in Wei Yong for a long time, I am still not used to it. Every time I recall the warmth and happiness of starting a family, school life becomes more and more boring.

Late at night came quietly, and I looked up at the night sky. Suddenly I found there seemed to be a picture on the moon: My mother was taking care of me when I was sick. A warm current suddenly came to my mind ... yeah! Yes! Although the temporary parting is bitter, isn't it just for the next better meeting?

On the eve of school, I read the Children's River written by Teacher Zhao. When I saw Sidney leave her mother-in-law and go to Shanghai. My thoughts drifted back to that summer day a year ago. ...

I remember it was a long summer. As soon as the summer vacation comes, I will go to Shanghai to find my grandmother. Because I was brought up by my grandmother, I have deep feelings for her and I can't wait to haunt her every day. As long as one month passes quickly, I can only leave one month in advance because of my study.

The moment I walked out of the house, my eyes were moist. I saw my grandmother standing at the door, waving at me and beckoning me to come over. I quickly dropped my luggage and ran quickly. Grandma took my hand and gently stroked my head: "Remember, go back and eat more, study hard and come here later." So we can stay together every day ... "Grandma told me a lot, I only remember: study hard and get into Shanghai. I tried to tell myself: no crying, no tears. Otherwise, grandma will be distressed.

I tried to control my tears, pulled my suitcase to the train station, stood at the entrance, and saw my grandmother waving to me behind me, saying, "Goodbye, come back next summer vacation!" " I nodded with tears in my eyes, dragged my luggage and turned and ran. Grandma watched me enter the station with tears in her eyes, and I read a lot of sadness. In fact, she didn't know that I turned around and looked at her. I sat in my seat, thinking about the picture I just left, and Jin Doudou couldn't help dripping water on the bag. This time, I really couldn't help it, let it spill and wet my bag.

I don't know how many kinds of pain there are in the world; I don't know how many kinds of injuries there are in the world. But I know that there is a kind of pain in the world, which is the pain of parting with relatives; There is a kind of injury called acacia. Now, I suffer from both diseases.

I will never forget that summer; Never forget that back; Never forget the parting words-goodbye!