Missing component

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is a composition that I seriously miss. Welcome everyone to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

Missing composition 1 Every time I grow up, I miss someone or something in my memory, just like I miss my grandmother's yard now.

When I was four or five years old, I often played in my grandmother's yard. The small courtyard at that time was the best in memory. There is a simple small swing in the yard, which grandpa made himself.

That summer, I clamored for a swing, but my grandfather had no choice but to make me a Xiao Mu swing. Grandpa used to be a carpenter. When he did these jobs, he kept the steps and practices in mind. Grandpa found a heavy board, some thick ropes and nails for an electric drill. Grandpa first put the board on the ground and drilled two holes on each side with an electric drill. Then grandpa carefully put the big, thick rope through the upper hole on one side, pulled it out of the lower hole and tied a fast knot at the other end. Grandpa gritted his teeth and tried to fix the knot of the rope. I found that the sweat about the size of a bean on grandpa's forehead flowed to his neck. Tie the knot in the same way on the other side. After sitting at the bottom of the board, grandpa found two tall and thick trees in the yard, moved a ladder, climbed up and tied the rope to the strong branches. A simple little swing will be done. Although there are not many steps, it is very tiring to do. When grandpa came down from the ladder, I found that the back of his shirt was soaked through.

I was sitting on the swing, and my grandfather pushed me gently behind me. I always ask him to push higher, and he always says, "slow down, slow down, how dangerous it is to push higher!" " "At this time, one side of the grandmother always cheerfully smile, eyes narrowed into a crack.

Next to the swing, there is also a wooden lounge chair. At that time, I especially liked to let grandpa lie on it. I sat on a small bench with my chin in my hands and asked my grandfather to tell me some stories. I like this, looking at the starry night sky, listening to the cicadas and those short stories from afar, imagining the stories that happened after the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants in the courtyard. That life is really comfortable.

Nowadays, there are only flowers and plants left in grandma's yard, and the swings and recliners have long since disappeared. Now, I miss swings, recliners and the perfect yard, and I miss the comfortable life in the yard.

I miss that blue sky. Maybe people are so contradictory that they don't know how to cherish until they lose it. Think of the blue sky. I used to have one.

I'm like a caged bird. Although we have plenty of food and clothing, we can't get the freedom we long for. Oh, I have experienced the colorful world outside the window, but all this has become an eternal memory in a blink of an eye. "People always miss the past", yes, but who can think why people miss the past, because they were free yesterday, but today they are bound not because they were carefree yesterday, but because they are preoccupied today? Or because ......

Hiding in my small room, facing the thick homework on the desk, I have been scared. Ear again remind of, no, it's ear and there was a burst of inculcation:

"These assignments contain a lot of' gold'. Go back and work hard, and don't worry about getting into a good school. " This is the voice of the head teacher.

"I am not lucky enough to be admitted to the university, but this burden can be placed on you." It's mom's voice, and it happens every day.

"Work hard, work hard" echoed in my ears all day. Outside the window, the weather is fine, the sky is naturally blue, and I am different from before. I used to be able to play carefree. How happy and free I was under the sunshine and blue sky! When I am tired of playing, I will put my coat on my shoulders, wipe the sweat from the tip of my nose, take a deep breath and breathe out the unique vitality of my child ... They will all make me enjoy it. Under the blue sky and the breezy breeze, I am passing through a vivid figure, that is me, carefree and carefree.

Perhaps, with the passage of time, I may have great achievements in the future, but this is secondary to me. I pursue freedom, ordinary life and carefree flowers under the blue sky. Open the window and look up at the blue sky. I feel infinite nostalgia and yearning in my heart. Do you miss the freedom of the past or the long-awaited liberation? Looking at the homework on the desk again, I am full of melancholy.

I walked on a cobblestone path, and the sound was so familiar and kind. Look inside, three m-girls is joking hand in hand. With the pace of the girls, from time to time came their silvery laughter.

Looking at it, it seems that three girls are holding hands and chatting about what they know. "Ha ha," the girls said more and more happily, and their laughter became more and more clear. At some point, the bell rang and the girls walked back to the classroom hand in hand.

These three girls are none other than me and two good friends.

I remember when we first entered primary school, we always wanted to enter junior high school early and end our primary school life early. Slowly, six years passed. On graduation day, we all cried, but you still gave me the most sincere blessing.

Outside the window, the weather is clear and the sky is blue, but I'm not who I used to be.

I used to be very happy to play on the playground with you. We are everywhere on the playground. How happy and free we were then! Tired of playing, sit under the tree together, play and laugh. Enough rest, let's borrow a basketball to play football. At this time, you use that trick to "the fat man picks up the ball." In the gentle breeze and under the blue sky, three happy figures are active, that is, we, happy and happy. Now, one of us went back to Chongqing, one stayed in Chinese and English, and the other came to Heshi.

Perhaps, with the passage of time, I will successfully realize my ideal as you said, but for me, those are secondary. What I hope is to laugh and play with you, and I hope you can play "Fat Man Picking the Ball" again. Open the window, look up at the blue sky, with infinite memories, infinite yearning, miss the past bit by bit.

Miss that sincere friendship, because it was what I once had!

Miss that sincere friendship, because that's what I lost now!

I miss that sincere friendship, because it is what I yearn for in my heart!

/kloc-the winter in October/February brought a little sadness and a little trouble.

Missing composition 4 Snowflakes are flying in the air, and autumn is gone; Swallows fly back to the north and leave in winter; Cicada sings over the fields, and spring is gone; The ground is covered with fallen leaves, and childhood is gone forever.

"Childhood", a familiar and unfamiliar word, has been with us for many years, and it is so kind. After many days and nights, it is gradually forgotten. When I think of my childhood, I seem to have returned to the old street, and the scene of my family waiting for me to go home reappears in front of me. The story of "The Necklace" echoes in my ears, and the red dragonfly flying in fright is getting farther and farther away. The summer night is breezy, and ancient fairy tales lead my thoughts to the starry Milky Way, the golden full moon and the fields full of insects and fragrant rice. The wind blows misty rain, flowers fall in first frost, and I can't sleep all night. Why are you disappointed? It passed like this, day and night! Frogs under the eaves after rain, trees that can "grow" candy, and pears that are sweet and moist in summer are dreamlike but as real as yesterday. Time is like a boat, ferrying everyone to the other side, but getting farther and farther away from childhood, and never going back.

In childhood, we had many unforgettable experiences. The wind is bleak, the fog is boundless, the rain is rolling and the snow is boundless. No matter how unforgettable the experience is, even if you laugh, you will still cry. Hesitant, or those unfulfilled wishes; It is those lingering regrets, which are only mottled and quietly buried after the storm of time. No matter how deep it is in my heart, I can't remember it at all now. Nothing can pass, but I can't go back. Childhood is brand new. The kite that never flew curled up in the corner and gradually faded out of people's sight until it was forgotten.

Flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young. Childhood is gone forever, but there is no need to worry about it. Do well today and seize tomorrow.

The day when the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant is when we are sitting in a classroom full of books, reading and listening to the teacher's lectures in the familiar voice. But because COVID-19 forced us to stay at home, we called the network anchor "666" every day.

But no one can stop us from missing campus, classmates and teachers. Spring has come quietly. I wonder if the magnolia trees in the small campus garden are in bloom? Maybe white petals! The touch of dark light red sandwiched in a piece of dark green seems to be the messenger of spring and accidentally knocks over the colorful paint tray. No matter what color the magnolia is, it has a faint and unique taste that makes you intoxicated.

The big tree beside the magnolia tree has sprouted! I don't know what tree it is yet. It may be poplar or Populus tomentosa. Whenever the bell rings, I will run to the window and stare at it quietly. This tree will give me a feeling of peace of mind. I miss the big playground, the red runway, the light green basketball court and the grassy football field. Miss the headmaster who stands on the podium and gives us a speech every Monday; I miss every "class" the teacher said to us when the bell rang, every "stand up" shouted by the monitor, and every "stand like a pine tree" and "good teacher" shouted by the students. Miss the food in the school cafeteria; I miss the bell ringing, the students chatting and discussing in groups of three or five … I miss every minute at school!

If I go back to school, I will cherish every minute. This time, the difference is short-lived, but after one year, it will be permanent. If you don't lose, you will know how to cherish, miss and let go!

It's late autumn, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger tonight. My mother is on a business trip because of something important.

I have never been apart from my mother for so long. Mom said she would be back soon from a business trip, just a few weeks, but it was a long time for me. Mom's not around. Those days, my mind went blank. I sat quietly on the sofa for hours, sometimes I really want to cry … I have never felt that kind of loneliness.

In the evening, my mother asked my grandmother to take care of me. Grandma came over happily, but I sat there with a straight face, like a fool. When my grandmother asked me, I remained as motionless and silent as a log.

Grandma's craft is certainly not worse than mom's. Soon, delicious food penetrated into my heart and nose, but it didn't attract me at all. Usually, my mother is in the kitchen. As soon as I smell the delicious food, I will immediately become a greedy cat and I will steal it carefully. Might as well eat first. But now, I have no appetite at all.

Finally, at grandma's repeated orders, I ate a bowl of rice with difficulty. I listlessly went to the study, opened a book and read it uninteresting. Suddenly I saw a place where a little hero's birthday was written: mom and dad, grandparents and a group of friends were celebrating her birthday. The more I read, the more interesting I feel, as if I were the protagonist in that book, and I was on cloud nine.

I went to the balcony and the autumn wind brushed my sad face. I looked up and saw countless little stars in the dark night sky. A full moon hangs brightly in the sky, and the stars are shining, just like I missed my mother's eyes. I look at the moon like a pie from time to time, and the scenes in the story reappear in my mind from time to time. I hope the little hero is me!

I don't think so. Late at night, I suddenly remembered a poem "Qiu Si" written by Zhang Ji in the Song Dynasty: "Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang and want to write a book. I was so anxious that I couldn't say it, and the pedestrians opened again. "

Finally tired, I fell asleep. In my dream, I cried to my mother. ...

I haven't seen my brother for a long time.

My brother is a high school student. He has messy curly hair, a yellow face and almost no blood. His classmates call him dried grapes. He has small eyes and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He worships his idol Harry Potter very much and often wears glasses to learn from Harry Potter. He is good at talking, and there seems to be countless sweet words hidden in his mouth, which makes everyone give up. Every time I see him, I especially like to touch his round earlobe. His earlobe is slippery. If I don't pay attention, it will slip away from me He has recently become a card collector, and especially likes to collect C Ronaldo's cards, sometimes showing them off in front of his classmates. My brother likes playing tennis very much, and sometimes he goes to play with his classmates.

When my brother and I are together, we always quarrel because of a little thing, so my father is also very upset, but we still have to quarrel, fight and make trouble.

My brother has a stubborn temper. His motto in life is: do everything best. Once, I was about to ask him out to play. He said, "Wait a minute, I'll show my composition to my father." After reading it, my father frowned and pointed out many shortcomings in my brother's composition, but in the end he said, "You'd better play with your sister!" " ! "no!" My brother shook his head. "I must change it before playing." In this way, my brother changed back and forth three times until 5 o'clock. Look, this is my brother's stubborn temper.

Brother pays special attention to credit and keeps his word. Once, my brother and classmates agreed to wait for him to assemble the model, but my brother happened to go to Uncle Zhang's house that afternoon. My brother thought about it, stayed behind and said, "Anyway, we must keep our word."

My brother is studying in another place now, and I miss him very much. My brother and I are like this. If we don't meet, we will quarrel together and miss each other. This is my brother, a stubborn and trustworthy brother. Brother, I miss you.

It was a cold winter. Because you are too naughty and often draw "maps" on grandma's bed, grandma won't let you sleep in her bed. But you were smart enough to know that I wouldn't be angry, so you ran to my bed to sleep. But you seem very obedient. I told you not to wet the bed before going to bed. You really spent a quiet night. At night, your mouth always makes a whirring sound, accompanying me into a sweet dream. In the morning, at dawn, you slept in a warm bed and swept my face with your little tail, as if to test whether I woke up. I gently stroked your fine hair with my hand. At this time, you get up like a naughty child. Bite my finger gently with your pointed teeth, and then gently hold it in my hand with your furry little feet. But sometimes I accidentally bite, and I always lick it with my rough tongue after biting.

Whenever I come back from school, you are always so enthusiastic and happy to jump on me and lie in my arms like a spoiled brat. When I do my homework, you always squat down, tilt your head, roll your watery eyes and look at me with encouraging eyes. ...

My lovely kitten! Do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how unaccustomed I am without your whirring voice at night, your gently biting my finger in the morning and your encouraging eyes when studying? Your smart figure left an indelible impression on me. Still, you left me, forever, forever. ...

In September, light fell in love with the ocean, and the ocean fell in love with the moonlight. How can I miss him on such a night as honey as silver? Dead trees tremble in the cold wind, wildfires burn in the dusk, and there is still some residual frost in the west. How could I miss him?

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I met you on a quiet and poetic night. You fell asleep in the white foam rain, listening to the sea breeze singing and imagining how the waves escaped in the hiss of time. It's drizzling, and there seems to be a brown blooming flower and a crying flower in the white on your face. I am infatuated with you, but you keep silent and let me appreciate your beauty alone. That day, I took you out of the quicksand of time.

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In the days to come, you always sit quietly in the audience, watch me perform and applaud me. You are the baby in my hand. You love my heart for her and make it as clean as you. I use layers of protective films to isolate the dust in the world. I'm going crazy. I can't support it any longer. I want to indulge myself so that I don't deliberately avoid anything. When I fell into the chaotic world step by step, you gently knocked on the knocker. Although the voice is small, it keeps my heart. Every time I see you, I always tell myself in my heart; I want to finish my life cleanly.

Leave each other

From then to now, from then to now, you have been by my side for a long time. You said you were homesick and wanted to go home. Bask in the sun, listen to the whisper of the sea breeze and smell the fragrance of the soil in my hometown. I'll take you back to the place where we met, when you came out to see the sea. Fell heavily into the misery of my hometown. I'm crazy about chasing the waves and calling you. You reach out in the silvery waves, and I will hold you. The waves swept in again, and I sat in the sea crying in disappointment. The waves make me cry, not make noise. Losing my beloved, I shed tears in the sea breeze, and the quiet memories only belong to our past.

The coming moon hangs in the sky by the sea, very shallow in the bright sky. It is a place that is easy to be sad, slow and heavy, and it breeds lonely tentacles. I hope to find him who is comparable to you in the lonely and bitter sea, but it's in vain.

Now, I can't find you anymore, and I can't find you who cries like a little flower. ...

Missing composition 10 I rode my sister and a lamb. When it comes to touching my heart, I saw the lights in front of me become more psychedelic.

We talked about grandma. Because it was the Dragon Boat Festival at the beginning, she said that she was looking forward to this year's Dragon Boat Festival, because she could finally eat her own dumplings. Because grandma left before, they couldn't make zongzi for three years. So this year is the fourth year that Grandma left us.

At that time, really, I vaguely knew that driving was dangerous, but my emotions were out of control. I told her that my mother cried like a child, and that my grandmother would never eat her jiaozi again.

I said, because grandma left, I really hope there is a soul in this world. In that case, I won't really lose my grandmother, but I know that it's all my self-consolation and self-deception.

I told my sister that I thought of my grandmother because of the smell, because there was always the smell of activated oil that could not be dispersed. Now that my grandmother is gone, the smell is still there. There is also the crisp sound of grandma's bracelet hitting the post, which haunts my ears from time to time.

Sometimes, people's hearts are very fragile, and when their little secrets are exposed, they often show fatigue. I was eating cookies given to me by my roommate, and I was distracted. What did they ask me? I smiled and said no, I was a little sleepy. Actually, it's because grandma's favorite biscuit is that kind, and I haven't eaten that kind of biscuit for a long time. Grandma likes buying that kind of biscuit very much because we told her it was delicious. Yes, it is really delicious. ......

Missing composition 1 1 My dream is stationed here. My missing is light and shallow, like a wisp of smoke, drifting away to the place where my soul dreams. ...

Maybe it's because I've been away from my hometown for too long, and my memory is a little fuzzy. My inner concern unconsciously turned into a broken picture. I carefully pieced together the fragments of my memory and played them in my mind like a movie.

My childhood hometown was always full of flowers. Naive, I stepped on the mountain road step by step, picking all kinds of beautiful flowers on the roadside. Every time I pick one, I put it under my nose and smell it. The fragrance hits the tip of my nose and flows into my heart. After the flowers in my hand overflowed, I skipped home and magically held a big bunch of flowers for my mother. At that time, my mother patted my little head and said softly, "How pitiful these flowers are. Without the embrace of Mother Earth, they will be very sad. " At that time, although I was reluctant to give up these flowers, I looked up and saw my mother's eyes. I nodded cleverly and ran back to the mountains, putting the small flowers in my hands back into the ground. Perhaps, now those flowers have withered and melted in the soil.

My childhood hometown was often surrounded by laughter. I had a lot of playmates at that time. Every summer, we roll up our trouser legs and jump into the stream to catch small fish and shrimp. When you are lucky, you can meet some small crabs. When you get tired of catching, you start to fight for who catches more. Throw water at each other when you are in a hurry. When we go home like a drowned rat, we will be scolded by our parents, but the next day, we will forget what we have been scolded and continue to go crazy elsewhere.

Somehow, sleeping soundly in a foreign country is not as good as sleeping soundly at home. On the summer night in my hometown, the calls of slugs and frogs come and go. Listen quietly, as if it were a wonderful performance. Moonlight slips into the window, and the breeze slowly blows over my face. I always fall into a dream in this familiar and pleasant serenade.

That night, I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out of the window, and homesickness was woven into my heart again. I want to sleep again, but I am half awake and half asleep, as if I smelled the soil in my hometown and heard the lullaby that once accompanied me to sleep in my hometown. ...

Missing composition 12 has a taste called sadness; There is a kind of mood called sadness; There is a feeling called missing. -inscription

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 hanging their heads 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, and the sun and the moon fly. Six years of primary school 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.

Missing composition 13 Today is the anniversary of grandma's death. I felt very sad when I came back from the grave, so I wrote a prayer to comfort my grandmother.

I spent my childhood in my grandmother's farmhouse. It was there that I received my grandmother's simple enlightenment education and laid the foundation for my cultural character and dealing with people. The eaves are low and small. I have witnessed the vicissitudes of life and cultivated my tenacity, simplicity and profundity. When I close my eyes, I can clearly see my grandmother's figure, her gray and sparse hair, her kind face full of wrinkles but always smiling, and the washed white black top cloth, which always haunts my dreams and makes my thoughts tender.

Grandma, how I want to go back in time and go back to my carefree childhood-when I run home after playing outside, I will always see grandma's kind and eager face. Grandma stands on tiptoe waiting for my camel's back under the locust tree ... kidney bean vines and towel gourd racks hanging on the low wall of grandma's house, as well as a small bean basket sewn by grandma with thick ropes and wine boxes, and a mosquito repellent woven by fresh wheat straw.

Grandma loves me and tolerates me (even some unreasonable demands). What makes me feel guilty so far is the spring that year. Seeing the swaying locust tree tickles my heart and wants it wholeheartedly, but the tree is too high and I am too small. Then I asked my grandmother to help me pick it. Grandma stood on a bamboo chair with a stick in her hand, picking Sophora japonica flowers for me ... Suddenly, grandma fell off the chair ... I cried. I feel sorry for my grandmother's injury. I regret my ignorance.

Later, I went home to school and left my grandmother and her yard. Then I look forward to my holiday so that I can go back to my grandmother.

Later, I went to college and got married, but I was still my grandmother's concern and the child she wanted to protect forever. Every time I go back to my hometown to see her, grandma smiles on her face. I tried my best to get her to come and live with me, but grandma refused anyway.

Grandma, I will miss you forever. Rest in peace!

I have to admit that I really miss her. In fact, counting the days, we have only been apart for a month, and there was a war a month ago. In retrospect, I just want to smile.

I was enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window that day, and my home was quiet. Suddenly, the sound of tearing paper reached my ears loudly, and I immediately tightened my nerves. My extracurricular books were confiscated in bed! Now she, my cousin, is very quiet. Not good! I have a bad feeling! I rushed into the bedroom at a sprint speed of 100 meters and slammed the door open. Cousin was surprised, jumped up and quickly hid her hand behind her back. I picked up the extracurricular book and found something was wrong. The table of contents disappeared and bookmarks changed from rectangles to polygons. Needless to say, she must have done it. I tried to control my anger and whispered, What are you doing? "Cousin without saying a word, her head is still low, her hand is still hidden behind her. I snatched something from her, which turned out to be my catalogue and scissors. I stuffed the book into the bookcase angrily and left her alone in the room angrily. But I never imagined that she would tape back the catalogue of books and take out her snacks to share with me to apologize. Looking at her face full of apologies and horror, I forgave her.

I still have this book in my collection now. Whenever I think about it, I don't have any resentment against her. I think about her goodness all the time, as if she were a little angel. I miss her ringing laughter, chasing after one person after another; Miss her charming words, sentence by sentence lingering in my ears; I miss her happy scene with me, and I play it back again and again.

Cousin, I really miss you!

Missing composition 15 It is white and fluffy, with round red eyes, big white ears and a small tail like a white ball. Very cute. Yes, it is my little white rabbit-radish.

Radish, you have been with me for three years, and I was not there when you left. My father gave you to me on my seventh birthday that year. Every time I feed you carrots, you will stand up and chew with three mouths. Seeing that you love eating so much, I named you "radish". Every time I am sad, I will hold you and cry. I always tell you things I haven't told anyone. And put your ears away every time, as if you like listening. Day after day, year after year, I have long regarded you as a relative and can't live without you.

But mom and dad were very busy at that time and had to send you to grandma's house.

That day, I couldn't help thinking about it, so I took a taxi to secretly visit you. I bought some carrots on the way. I'm so happy to finally meet you. I didn't know you had left until my grandmother's house. The carrot in my hand fell to the ground, and the tears in my eyes came down. Knowing that you were trapped in a cage, I frantically opened the cage and threw it out. At that time, my heart ached because I regarded you as my family.

When I got home, it rained heavily. I sneaked downstairs and got caught in a rain. I hate cages and I hate myself. From then on, I will never keep rabbits again.

Three-foot sword, cut the love of acacia. This year, I always cry under the covers with a rabbit doll in my arms. I haven't missed you for a day this year.

You are too far away from me for me to reach. You can't see it with your eyes, you can't touch it with your hands, and all you can think about is your cuteness and our story. ...