Missing theme composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are seven short articles on the topic of missing for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Missing the topic composition 1 The green grass can't forget the moisture of rain and dew, the blooming flowers can't forget the sunshine, the flying birds can't forget the support of the trees, and I can't forget and erase the deep and warm thoughts.

Snow is her symbol. She is an angel and an ocean. She gives a lot to others and leaves very little for herself. I remember he said, "As long as you make efforts that others can't get, you will get achievements that others can't get." Shine in my memory forever.

She is the head teacher of my primary school. She is really like our mother, gentle and kind, especially those smiles, which always appear when we encounter difficulties or make small mistakes. Until we were in the sixth grade, each of our classmates became sensible, knowing that there would be fewer and fewer parties at this time, and we would tell jokes together from time to time. We never thought about what it would be like to graduate, but just wanted to cherish it. Also, you don't know how to cherish until you lose it, and you don't know how to regret until you lose it.

Before graduation, the school also held a singing contest, and everyone practiced very hard. Finally, we went on stage and sang the last song of primary school together. The teacher later told us that she was very happy to see us singing together on the stage. She saw that we had all grown up ... As she talked, some students below began to cry.

It's graduation time, so we write our thoughts about our teachers in the commemorative book and choose our own photos to fill in, hoping to leave a good memory for our teachers. Our class was the last to leave school that afternoon. At first, everyone cried as if tears were coming out. Finally the teacher said, "Let's go." We still refuse to go. We finally wrote our names on the blackboard and wrote our words to the teacher. Two big blackboards are full of dense words. ...

Tears can be erased, but thoughts can never be erased. We are really predestined friends with the teacher. The class number when we graduated was the teacher's birthday. Those two numbers are lucky numbers of love, and we will never forget them!

Whenever I think of my hometown, I will think of many happy times.

My hometown is in the distant Loess Plateau. What I remember most is the loess full of eyes. Terraced fields are as simple as grandma's steamed flower rolls and steamed buns, and they are very artistic. Jujube trees are everywhere on the gully. As the saying goes: "Red eye circle on July 15th, red face on August 15th." At that time, the flowers and trees in the mountains and rivers will soon bear fruit, just like receiving orders, and Zizyphus jujuba is no exception. A tree, as red as agate, stood by the ditch eagerly waiting for us to pick it.

That autumn, my two brothers and I went to play dates together. Eldest brother took a shoulder pole, and I took a big bag and went to the jujube-playing place with them. Where it is easy to pick, you can hide in thorns and pick sour and sweet dates. In fact, there are many wild jujubes with thick skin, thin skin and thick meat. The more you choose, the more experience you have.

Along the narrow mountain road in the ditch, the dates on both sides were as red as agate, but my brother said it tasted ordinary here, so he raised his pole and knocked it. Immediately, many round red agates rolled all over the floor. I picked it up and stuffed it in my mouth. It was sour but not very sour and a little sweet. My brother said there were good ones on it.

The sun sets slowly, the setting sun shines on us, and the shadow is long on the cliff. My eldest brother went on a date with a pole, and my second brother and I were responsible for picking up dates. Every time we walk under a tree, we will take a bite of jujube first, and then hit it when we pick it. When the bag is full, several people will chase and run along the high and low ditches. Standing on a high place, a small village is like a small combination of pieces. All kinds of trees are scattered around the courtyard, which is relaxed and natural. We like to look for grandma's house in rows of houses, as if finding out who is the first is something to be proud of. At this time, picking wild jujube seems to be no longer important.

After autumn, these dry lands that have been idle for a summer will be sorted out and planted with wheat, so these idle lands are our paradise at this time. My brother can jump off a cliff several meters high, so I can only chase them to the end from the first floor. The happiest thing is that I found a path until I reached the bottom of the slope. My brother fell behind me, the jujube bag was broken, the jujube was scattered all the way, and the laughter floated all the way.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the trees are full of wild jujubes, waiting for us to pick them, but when can I pick sour and sweet wild jujubes again?

I was walking in the community, but I happened to see your familiar figure. At first, I was surprised, but I soon recovered my composure. Well, that's just a red VIP, just like you. You were sent away, which is impossible.

Red VIP, playing with the dog, that posture, that expression ... I seem to see you coming to me happily again, as if I saw your lovely little body, as if I saw those happy times we spent together ... Now, everything has gone up in smoke and become black and white. If you didn't do that stupid thing and behaved well, then maybe we will spend your fourth birthday together. In fact, you used to steal vegetables from the kitchen and often jump into my bed to sleep. My family has long wanted to get rid of you. Only I like you, and after hard work, you barely stay with me. But this time, I failed to convince them. I think your mistake is careless. Finally, you left.

After I left, my home looked empty. No one will sneak up on me behind my back, and no one will make a mess at home again. Today, I thought of you again. Although you have been gone for more than half a year, I can't help but get red-eyed when I look at your photo. I still remember we played hide-and-seek together. I spent a lot of time training you, but I enjoyed it. My family wouldn't let you eat fried chicken, but I secretly packed the best fried chicken in school for you. At that time, we were carefree and really happy, thinking about all of us *

Gone, alas, really gone, just like a dream, just came over, five months old, time passed year by year, and in a blink of an eye, it was time to leave again. Those years will never come again, but those memories will never disappear. For you, I cry the most and laugh the most. Although you left, it added happiness to my childhood, added color to my life, made me leave more than others, but left a touching truth to my life. Thank you! However, as long as China maintains our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. I hope and believe that our hearts will be connected forever, and they will be closely connected. ...

Missing composition 4 has a taste, called sadness; There is a kind of mood called sadness; There is a feeling called missing.

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Everything in the world is like this after all: you will regret it after doing it; I don't know how to cherish until I lose it; I will miss you every few days.

In the depths of my mind, I will always keep such a memory: my parents, who are over 500 years old, have been busy all day, dragging their tired bodies, and it is near evening when they approach the house. After a simple wash, my father came to the sofa, lit a cigarette and sat down to rest; On the other hand, mother must go to the kitchen to cook. Outside, the chimney on the roof suddenly emitted smoke, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like wisps of golden rosy clouds, slowly floating in the air. Swallows are also tired of flying, standing on thin wires and drooping their heads, just like beautiful notes. Everything seems so harmonious and comfortable.

I have lived here day after day, and everything here makes me happy.

But time is like water, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and the six-year primary school time is like a meteor. Although extremely beautiful, it passed by in a hurry. I am about to enter junior high school. Facing the new campus life, I am even more daunting. How much I want to snuggle up at home, but all this is impossible.

In the school life after that, I was like an abandoned bird, lonely and helpless. Here, I had that feeling for the first time-missing.

Miss, miss my parents at home, I wonder if they have a few more wrinkles because of fatigue;

Miss, miss the swallows flying all over the sky at home, and want to see them dance again.

Miss, miss every corner of my home, where I grew up.

I see, this feeling-missing. It is indescribable, but fascinating; It can't get rid of it, because it has been deeply implanted in your heart. You never know, maybe tomorrow not too far away.

This is missing.

Some people say that when you start to recall the past, you are old. Although I am not getting old now, I will always have childhood scenes in my mind, and then I will move the surrounding scenery back to that time.

When I went out in the morning, I saw an old resident moving on the first floor. For some reason, I felt a dull pain in my heart. What a busy building it used to be. The kind grandmother on the first floor died a few years ago. I still remember that every time I saw her, she always gave me a loving smile. Now the house where she lives has been changed several times and turned into a warehouse for mala Tang people.

On the second floor, there lived a doctor's aunt. She always helped her grandmother to see if she was sick and had an injection. She had a beautiful daughter, who was in middle school at that time and studied very well. I always go to her house to play, perhaps because of that beautiful sister, or because of that lovely cat.

Our floor hasn't changed much. Only our neighbor's grandparents live with their children now and come back a few times occasionally. The little girl named Doudou on the fourth floor was very cute and naive when she was a child, and now she has moved away. Later, I went to the same middle school with her, but when I saw her again, the old feelings had already disappeared. Too fashionable dress makes her look like a student of the same age. In a literary performance, I was very uncomfortable to see her dancing happily on the stage. That timid little girl has long since disappeared.

The "bad" brother on the fifth floor heard that he went abroad to work a few years ago. When he was a child, he once went to the fifth floor to find a partner to play with. He sat on the stairs with several older children, holding a longicorn beetle in his hand to scare me, thinking that I would run away or be scared to cry. Unexpectedly, I looked at the claws of the longicorn beetle and walked past him without being scared away. In fact, I was scared at that time, but I don't know where I got the courage.

Of the 19 households in the building, only 9 are former owners, and the rest have long been abandoned for various reasons.

There is also a big yard in front of the building, where several big locust trees are planted. Children always catch longicorn to play under the tree and jump up to pick Sophora japonica flowers to eat. Every night, the yard is full of excitement, and groups of children are running and screaming, so happy. Those old scenes have long since disappeared. The children lost their place to play, the trees disappeared, the longicorn disappeared and there was no laughter. There are only a dozen luxury cars parked in the yard.

Time has quietly confirmed the fact that what we once had is now gone. Chi Li wrote a very philosophical text: "people are getting bigger and bigger, and their hearts are getting smaller and smaller;" The head is getting bigger and bigger, and the dream is getting smaller and smaller; More and more smiles, less and less innocence; The world is getting bigger and bigger, and the ego is getting smaller and smaller. "For me, it is getting older and older, and the past is getting less and less; Memories are getting deeper and deeper, and reality is getting more and more ethereal. When everything becomes a memory, life is as simple as thin thoughts.

Chapter 5: Missing.

Some people say that autumn is the season of missing, because too many stories happen in autumn. But I think it may be because autumn is the season when the weather turns from warm to cool in a year! In this kind of weather, we will feel a slight cold feeling on our bodies, which will make our mood calm. Without the vigor of spring and the enthusiasm of summer, we began to think calmly about the past. Being in a foreign land will inevitably make people homesick.

But now it is winter, why do I often think of everything in my hometown? Will you miss your parents' entrustment? Will you miss the friends that often appear in your life?

Maybe it's also the weather. Although there is no snow and ice in the north, there is no extreme cold, but my hometown is such a warm place by comparison. Even in winter, thin long sleeves won't make you feel cold. It was the weather here that calmed me down, so I began to feel homesick.

In which distant hometown, there are mountains I am familiar with, water I like and people I miss now.

The mountains in my hometown are so gentle, but they are not as short as hills. Lush trees and slowly flowing streams are my childhood paradise. Every night, insects croak and infect the whole country at night. I like lying on the roof alone and enjoying the stars and the moon all night. At night, watch the distant mountains roll in the fog.

The water in my hometown is very clear. Because of the flat terrain, the river near home is so slow and gentle. In summer, I like to stand by the river with a straw hat for a day, isolated from the heat in Xia Na. My hometown has not only rivers, but also vast seas. In the evening, we like to barbecue on the beach, eat and listen to the sound of the sea. At night, light a bonfire, skip around, or lie on the beach and feel the sea breeze caressing your face. During the day, I like to walk barefoot on the beach, step on a line of footprints that belong to me and let the sea wash my feet.

Someone reminded me that today is a holiday in my hometown, and I suddenly realized! Leave the familiar place, forget such an important day, and send a message of blessing to familiar friends in a hurry. Finally, I found that I didn't send that ordinary word, but something called missing. Yes, I miss them. How many such days have passed, how many such days we have played happily in the busy stream of people, and how many such days have been happily recalled by us. Now, we live and study with some people we have never met in every corner of the motherland. Although talking and laughing, I have long lost my former licentiousness and easygoing.

In such a cold season that I have never experienced before, I miss my home, my parents, my dead grandmother and my family members who didn't attract my attention every day. Miss the warm kitchen at home, miss the warm bed, miss the warm embrace of my mother, and miss the greetings and exhortations of my family.

I miss home, but I know everything at home and hometown is in our hearts. Even if the weather is very cold, we can use them to keep out the cold.

Are you homesick?

The first ray of sunshine in the morning passes through my window, mixed with the taste of missing, and the component of missing is the topic. The hot light at noon shines on the face, dialyzing the fragrance of missing. In the evening, the bright and colorful sunshine fills the sky, indicating long-term thoughts. Just because of missing.

Missing is like hugging a dream. Loneliness is not our fault, but a gathering of young teenagers. Missing makes our hearts no longer occupied by emptiness, and makes us not too depressed when we walk alone. Just like a dream vaguely left in my mind, that kind of feeling like the wind blowing through a faint chill fetters my thoughts again. Memories are boiling. What should I measure? Endless watch, there will be a goddess of dawn at the end of the dark night, and I know someone will be waiting for the person who missed it.

We pull, move and stop by running on all fours; But the long river of missing is endless, and there is only a vague feeling to contain and continue.

It's late at night, but I won't sleep; It's dawn, but I'm still awake. You may be confused and ask: Is this missing? Folium Artemisiae Argyi hung in front of the green door, and the fragrance of zongzi drifted everywhere, recalling my childhood and hometown, which made me feel happy and affectionate. The fragrant Dragon Boat Festival is full of fragrance in my heart. Now, Ai Xiang is scattered, condensed into a zongzi, and becomes a yearning all over the sky. Think I'm on this side and you're on that side? The two ends of the rainbow bridge. .

Missing is a beautiful loneliness. Loneliness is especially beautiful only when I miss you. Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long-term obsession with yesterday and a longing for a better future. The composition material is "a composition with the theme of missing". It is in endless thoughts that people's feelings have been purified and sublimated. Without distance, there is no missing. When the whistle of the ship rings, when the whistle of the train rings, when the wheels of the car start to turn, when the plane hits the runway and takes off, the yearning begins. It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together. Frustration not only sharpens and trains people, but also casts the calmness of human nature and the profundity of feelings. Missing others is a kind of warmth, and being missed by others is a kind of happiness. Of course, the best state is-miss each other. Otherwise, unrequited love is a kind of sorrow, and being missed by others is a burden. Because of missing, the moon is infused with rich human emotions. The moon is bent, so is the yearning. When the moon is full, so is the yearning. No matter whether the moon is curved or round, missing is a beautiful poem. Missing can make you cry or laugh. Whether you cry or laugh, there will be no distractions when you miss it. Indeed, missing is a kind of purity. Miss in the long moon, miss in the dusk, miss in the autumn rain. Beautiful scenery is easier to open people's thoughts. The beautiful scenery also sets off the memory of some desolate beauty. With endless thoughts, it is doomed to be a long wait.

Emily Dickinson, an American poetess, said: If there is finally love as compensation, waiting for 10,000 years is not too long. This can also be said to be a kind of loyalty and openness in missing. In any case, missing is a great spiritual wealth. Affectionate stamps, warm stationery and greeting cards expressing sincere greetings are all the contents of this wealth. Years may drift away like fallen leaves, but this wealth will last forever. On your long journey of life, it will always accompany you and give you warmth and strength.

Missing the topic composition 7 Night is coming, and I slowly open my eyes. I enjoy the peace of the night and listen to the sound of the evening wind. I looked at the moonlight, so clear. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the moon is getting more and more charming. I am still ice posture, full of thoughts. Pity the mood at this time, the silent night sky. I looked around, trying to find out what could move me and make the stars shine. I stared for a long time, but I accidentally lost a star. I have no clue to recall that just a few seconds ago, oh, it was gone.

There are always colorful leaves in late autumn. The thick fallen leaves in the corner always pile up into pieces when stepped on. Very soft. Everyone has a delicate yearning, spread, spread, and everyone has a piece of nature in their hearts. With missing, bright or dark, sad or happy, it will appear by your side in the dead of night. It was a carnival when I was lonely. This is a person's expectation, bitter or sweet, some extreme, but extremely natural. The fallen leaves in front of me are floating in the wind, as if a voice is calling. My thoughts have gone far between talking and laughing, and the moonlight is gentle, hovering between the far and the near. Left a touch of sadness, a touch of missing. The stars are dazzling, whose heart is lonely. Look at the changes and vicissitudes of the four seasons, and then look at the fallen leaves over and over again.

I like the warmth of the sunset very much, sitting in a corner of the mountain. Enjoy the softness of green, have a sense of intimacy around you, have no troubles, have no regrets, and simply enjoy loneliness. There will be a little miss, a little sadness, but it will soon be integrated into the smiling face by the light of the sunset. I think it will definitely make me smile and miss it, no matter how long it takes, no matter how far it is!

Sometimes I am troubled by the night and myself, and I don't know what to see. I don't know what I missed or expected. I don't know whether the moonlight is wandering or I am wandering. The night sky is too big. I am like a lost child, I can't escape the care of the night and my feelings. A person watching, lazy, beautiful flowers blooming around. I was so absorbed in this that I forgot what I wanted to say. I know this is a person's room. I also know that this is missing!

Loneliness is missing when you are alone. Carnival is a lonely time with ideas. Sadness is because of missing. But enjoy the night alone.

There will always be people enjoying the full moon. Poets always stare under the moon and never let rain fall from their hearts. Wet faith, thoughts overflow my heart. Poets always have their own tears, but they don't know to whom. There are too many sad scenes, and there will always be some fatigue in missing, but faith is the tears shed by missing when you are lonely.