Write a composition on a nostalgic day.

miss the past days. 1. look back on the past days for a second; A passing minute; A passing moment; A day of lightning speed; January that flies by; An imperceptible year; A life that has quietly passed away.

days, like water.

. Flowers fade, but sometimes they bloom again. Swallows have flown away, and there are times to come again.

time has passed, but it can never be retrieved. "Don't wait for leisure, it's white and sad."

Time is ticking away, and the days are still ordinary. Spring will go and spring will come, and flowers will bloom. Time will never wait for us. Why not let us wait for time? There may be many seconds, minutes, moments and days in a person's life.

But these are limited after all. You can "enjoy today and wait for tomorrow". "Tomorrow will be tomorrow. How many tomorrows are there?" However, please don't forget that Tianyun Unlimited Life is limited. "Can there be geometry in a hundred years?" Time is like an honest land. When it is about to die, what will be left behind is the gloomy Woods and colorful brocade, or the barren wilderness and thorny ruins? Time is also a day, and days are also time. Day and time are also the materials that make up life. If you want to cherish life, please cherish time! Time is sometimes as sharp as a knife.

an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. My friend, seize today, and you will be worthy of yesterday and face tomorrow with confidence! Don't waste some time on love. There is no real love in the world. Don't think that the power of love is great. This is a wrong statement.

For students, we have to study well, ignore everything and focus on learning. If we don't study hard now, we will regret it. Now in life, some people are immersed in memories, and they rely on yesterday; Some people are addicted to their dreams, and they look forward to tomorrow.

Diligent and ambitious people, who deeply understand that time is life, never waste today's precious time! Spending all their time on their studies is the happiest day for them. However, for those who don't cherish time, when they are full of silver, they set off a dusty calendar and reminisce about the years that have passed. Life is telling you deeply: put an end to their lives without regrets .....................................................................................................................

it's a long road, full of thorns, full of burdens, and hard to move forward. Fall down countless times and get up countless times; Countless times I thought about escaping and giving up, and countless times I encouraged the courage to move on; Countless tears welled up in my eyes, and countless times I took another bloody step with the encouragement of my relatives, teachers and friends.

-salty and astringent, singing this song, I learned to be tenacious and determined. The past days were a song, a happy song.

It reverberates in the stadium that blows the victory horn and plays on the podium full of flowers and applause. There is no complicated embellishment, no need for a huge accompaniment, and nothing can make people happier than hard work for the joy of victory.

-honey, sweet, singing this song, I realized the success, but also aroused the motivation to continue to struggle and pursue. The past days are a song, a song with strong feelings.

It welled up in my mother's tears after my first cry, started under my father's ruler after my first mischief, and flashed in the candlelight when I celebrated my parents' birthday for the first time. Happiness was gathered at a lively feast for the whole family. -warm, thick, singing this song, I feel care and warmth, but also learned to be considerate and pay.

The past days are a song, a song worth remembering. I quickly passed the minutes of playing with my friends, and I had a bitter quarrel with my good friends for no reason. I was condensed in the "Golden Cup of the Century" that was exchanged for collective efforts, and I was moved by the warmth of everyone holding hands shoulder to shoulder in the cold.

-real and honest. Singing this song, I appreciate the true feelings in the world and enter the big society where I get along with others.

The past days are a song, a growing song. Sing a song, I have come, and today I am eighteen years old. 2. please miss

the days of missing, and suddenly find that I miss the past so much now.

I often miss some time, some people and some things. It pains me to find that the past time really never comes back.

People who should have been together are scattered all over the world. A lot of things have changed, which caught me off guard.

The scenery along the way has been retrogressive, and the unforgettable things that have not been carefully watched have become helpless and permanent pains in my heart. I blame myself for not cherishing that wonderful time, and I am helpless because it will never come back.

it has been raining for a long time, and I forget how long I haven't seen the sunshine. The sky has been covered with a groggy haze, and there is no intention to stop.

My heart is like a dead vine, so it rotted in the rain. Recently, I found that many girls' umbrellas now have lace on the edges, which is very beautiful.

I don't know if these days are their festivals. Remember.

On the third day, I remember it was before the Dragon Boat Festival. It's gray, too, and it's been raining lightly.

DZ, XN and I have been wandering around the Longjin River in front of the school after school. In the rain, we watched the dragon boat racing in front of us over and over again, and then we cheered.

Pushing a bicycle along the riverbank, telling jokes, talking about the future and talking about boys and girls. I can still clearly recall the words, laughing expressions and exaggerated body language between us that day.

from longjin park, pass by the big banyan tree and pass by Longshan. That day, misty rain was hazy.

At that time, the innocence and hazy scenery in the rain have turned into melancholy memories. I remember before, the class teacher once said that in the future life, whether it is primary school, high school or university.

What we miss most is junior high school life. Now, I finally realized it and understood it.

At that time, it was naive, ignorant and pure, and there was no emotion of impurities. It was like a magnolia flower, with a faint fragrance and a pure white mark. I think of many people and many things.

Is the girl I secretly liked ok now? What are the students who fought and were punished together doing now? Students who don't talk to each other often, I still miss you.

when will the kapok tree in front of the school bloom again? I want to go back and have a look.

will I still be out of breath after running to the classroom on the fourth floor? And the desk with a poem engraved on it, can I still find it? . Please miss

the days I miss

and suddenly realize that I miss the past so much now. I often miss some time, some people and some things. It pains me to find that the past time really never comes back. People who should have been together have been scattered all over the world. A lot of things have changed, which caught me off guard. The scenery along the way has been retrogressive, and the unforgettable things that have not been carefully watched have become helpless and permanent pains in my heart.

I blame myself for not cherishing that wonderful time, and I am helpless because it will never come back.

it has been raining for a long time, and I forget how long I haven't seen the sunshine. The sky has been covered with a groggy haze, and there is no intention to stop. My heart is like a dead vine, so it rotted in the rain.

Recently, it has been found that many girls' umbrellas now have lace on the edges, which is very beautiful. I don't know if these days are their festivals.

yes. On the third day, I remember it was before the Dragon Boat Festival. It's gray, too, and it's been raining lightly. DZ, XN and I have been wandering around the Longjin River in front of the school after school. In the rain, we watched the dragon boat racing in front of us over and over again, and then we cheered. Pushing a bicycle along the riverbank, telling jokes, talking about the future and talking about boys and girls. I can still clearly recall the words, laughing expressions and exaggerated body language between us that day. From Longjin Park, pass the big banyan tree and pass by Longshan. That day, misty rain was hazy. At that time, the innocence and hazy scenery in the rain have become melancholy memories.

I remember that the class teacher once said that in the future, whether in primary school, high school or university. What we miss most is junior high school life. Now, I finally realized it and understood it. At that time, innocence, ignorance, innocence, feelings without impurities, like magnolia flowers, with a faint fragrance and pure white marks. I think of many people and many things. The girl I secretly liked, is she okay now? What are the students who fought and were punished together doing now? Students who don't talk to each other often, I still miss you.

when will the kapok tree in front of the school bloom again? I want to go back and have a look. Will I still be out of breath when I run to the classroom on the fourth floor? And the desk with a poem engraved on it, can I still find it? 4. miss the day 5 words

miss the day of moving. The old house is very small, only a few tens of square meters.

I have lived here since I was sensible. When I grow up, when I reach the age of jumping, I often go to the balcony, jump, roll and climb again.

the whole afternoon passed like this. Occasionally, I am "ambitious" and try to "explore"-the so-called "adventure". I just want to climb the stone fence in The Upper Terrace and see the scenery outside.

But usually you hang yourself with your hands, leaving only your feet flapping. When my father saw it, he gave a "giggle" and came over to hold me up.

after the "plan" was successful, I was happy to point around and ask questions, while my father stood by and lovingly watched me explain. After primary school, what I look forward to most when sitting in the classroom is the bell after school.

at this time, I always jump back to my home downstairs with my mother's new schoolbag on my back. Before I got to the door, I opened my voice and said, "Open the door!" Because I know that as soon as my "overbearing" voice spreads, my mother will meet me at the door with the door open.

Then, after I entered the door, my mother took off my schoolbag and drove me to the dinner table. Just as I was eating a happy face of rice dregs, the nagging voice sounded as scheduled, "Look at this child ..." While I was picking a meal, I stupidly "Hehe ..." The first day of junior high school, because the school had to implement closed management, I could only go home once a week. The stone fence on the balcony has jumped to the top for me now, and I am no longer childish to shout "open the door".

The only thing left is to take a walk in the sea of books and mountains, and then compare the so-called "rich" life with the so-called "poor" life, and then nod thoughtfully and continue to flutter in the sea of books and mountains. My father can only scold me for studying hard, and my mother can only bring me milk, even the air was suffocated for no reason.

Somehow, I got tired of this old house that I have lived with for more than ten years-I don't want to invite my classmates to my house. I hate old houses and have no life, like an old man who is dying. However, finally one day, I was very happy to move, thinking that I could live a dream "happy life", only to find that standing on the balcony, I was blocked by tall buildings within ten meters; I can't shout "watch the door" downstairs, because my family lives in a high-rise building, and even if I have the ability to shout, I will be thrown slippers by neighbors I have never met.

I'm like a robot all day, and I'm trapped in a "cage". ..... Now think of the old house, alas ..... Really miss the old house-small ... old ... It doesn't matter. 5. Miss the Days Composition 5 words

Miss the days of childhood

Time is like a fluttering butterfly, gently flapping its beautiful wings, hovering and rising and falling. In my childhood, this butterfly was really beautiful, beautiful ... It seemed to be the most beautiful thought in my life.

The starlight/the small fan/your smile/made my childhood never lonely. When I was a child, the pace was always so brisk, jumping like a lively little note, leaping happily on the score. Once when I was busy running home, I would see my grandmother's little body leaning against the door. The anxious look made me feel guilty, but more happy and moved. Running into grandma's arms, a kind of warmth will diffuse into my heart, so comfortable. Grandma smiled indulgently and said, "I'll heat up dinner." Looking at that back, it is shallow and beautiful, and it is very pleasant. I miss such a childhood. A prosperous summer/cicadas are singing everywhere/your singing/made my childhood never hesitate.

I still remember how my favorite singer was when I was a child. I should always call him Xia affectionately. It's summer, which takes me into the ocean of timbre. Listening to the voice that makes me move every night, my restless heart will gradually calm down, and then I will fall asleep, with the song of summer, my dream, sweet taste and happiness. I miss such a childhood.

My eyes are full of autumn/breeze/your hands/so that my childhood has never been weak.

The trees in the backyard are all yellow, and with the coolness of late autumn, I can't bear to look at the fallen leaves all over the floor, because I am too afraid of the feeling of leaving my loved ones' arms. But grandpa taught me how to appreciate these fallen leaves. He took my little hand and stepped on the fallen leaves. Grandpa said, "Listen, children, they are actually playing the symphony of life." I looked at him puzzled, and he smiled and said, "You will understand later!" " I nodded gently. Grandpa bent down, picked up a red leaf on the ground, and stroked the network-like veins on it, as if trying to find out what life track. He said: "Every leaf is tenacious, and at the moment when it leaves the branch, it will start to smile and greet the splendor of the next generation ..." Grandpa held my hand hard and smiled and said: "You should be as strong as a leaf, and be brave when you grow up!" Reminiscent of what grandpa said, a little truth, very charming, such a childhood, I miss it.

The past is the past. Now I have really grown up, and I am no longer willful, because my relatives and summer have taught me a lot. I miss my childhood days and the past, but tomorrow will continue, so I also smile at the future and look for hope. 6. miss the past composition

the past is beautiful, it is as warm as the sunset; The past is cruel, it is as fierce as purgatory; The past is dull, it is as calm as a lake.

—— The more mellow the wine is, the more fragrant it becomes, which makes people memorable. The lotus of * * * finally declined, which makes people lament; The green green grass is plain and makes people linger. To see the sun, for all his glory used to have fun with his parents and laugh with his friends.

imagine the beauty in the afterglow of the sunset. Teachers' encouragement, parents' smiles and friends' amusement have long been deposited in the long river of years.

Inadvertent discovery, to see the sun, for all his glory. I have enjoyed it now.