Missing theme composition

In real life or work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following are 10 essays on nostalgic topics that I have carefully compiled, hoping to help everyone.

Missing the topic composition 1 passing by the old campus by car, you don't seem to feel its change, but you can't help feeling a little sad in your heart.

The big weather-beaten pine tree facing the east of the school still stands in the middle of the campus. Dark green pine trees reunite on the branches, and there are several old pine cones hidden in the dense needles. Between the branches and leaves, several cuckoos stood quietly, staring into the distance. Looking at the dusk in front of me, I feel that there seems to be a lack of life on campus. Although the flowers and trees are still full of vitality, full of green, but there is no children's happy laughter, the little angel running freely under the big tree, the sound of reading in the classroom.

Looking at the neat rows of classrooms on both sides of pine trees, I seem to hear the sound of reading; Seeing the children holding books, I was intoxicated by the smell: I smelled the children's strong fragrance, the fragrance of leaves overflowing and the faint fragrance of flowers. ...

By the open playground, dozens of camphor trees exude a unique fragrance, and the grass under the trees is lush and full of vitality. A few blue flowers stretch out on the green grass, which makes people fondle. The crystal dew moistens every grass and tree here. On the playground, several rusty basketball stands are extremely lonely. Back in those days, I played happily under the basket and threw the basketball up. It always falls on the basket with a bang and then rolls into it. I like the sound.

The arrival of small insects has added a lot of interest to this empty campus. Look! Several grasshoppers are alive and kicking, dragonflies are flying freely in the air, and butterflies are resting behind petals. Hey! What is that? It's mantis! I really want to get off and catch up. It is a boy's favorite. If I had encountered such a scene a year ago, I would have jumped at it regardless.

I have lived here for four years. I had interesting scientific experiments, a lively class, lively little insects and green trees ... they accompanied me for four years. In these unforgettable four years, they helped me, inspired me, guided me and gave me happiness and hope. I have no chance to come here again. I want to take a walk on campus for the last time and say goodbye to my friends.

I love the old campus, where the flowers, grass and trees, teachers, classmates and everything here. I want to embrace castle peak and campus!

I missed the topic of composition 2. Under the scorching sun, the trees are weakly swaying branches and leaves, cicadas are chirping, and the ground is slightly burned by the sun, like a steamer, which makes people feel sultry and irritable. In the shade of a tree, a pair of grandchildren are resting, and grandpa is fanning their grandchildren. Whenever I see such a scene, I can't help thinking of him-my grandfather.

I still remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother always insisted that I have lunch in kindergarten. Whenever I mention this topic, I always cry secretly. When my grandfather found out, he said to his mother, "The child is too young to adapt. She will come back if she wants to eat. " "But now we are too busy at work to take care of picking her up from school every day." Mom replied.

Grandpa knew the reason and said, "It doesn't matter. I have nothing to do at home anyway. Let me pick her up. " Hearing this, I couldn't help laughing at once, and so could my grandfather.

I still remember when I was sick, I kept coughing and running nose, and my grandfather accompanied me all day. When I want to drink water, grandpa always finds me water to drink at once; When I'm hungry, grandpa will put everything down and cook for me ... Grandpa runs around all day and sweats all day, but he doesn't complain.

But what I remember most is that time.

It was my first day in primary school. My grandfather and I were full of curiosity and stepped into the school gate together. Grandpa is like a curious child, always looking around. I can't help asking, "Grandpa, why do you have to ask everything here?" Grandpa kindly and gently said to me, "in this way, after listening to you talk about school, you won't be confused, and we can share your happiness together."

After school that day, grandpa couldn't wait to hear me talk about the new campus and new classmates. ...

Grandpa, I really miss you!

Our life is not an old burden, and our road is not a long journey. These flowers are dead. Thank you, but the people who wear them

Never feel sorry for it. Our life is eager and our desire is strong. Because time has rung the bell of parting.

Tagore

Day after day, year after year. Mottled years climbed the white wall, sketching one crack after another, more like a work of art, but unfortunately there were black footprints left by naughty children on it, which made me feel a little disappointed. But I wonder if time will leave that painful scar, but it is like that indelible black wall. The only way is to destroy it, but it is best to let it hurt quietly and then cry hard in the dead of night.

I vaguely remember that ice brick, that peaceful face lying inside, that face of the person who loves me the most. At the moment, he is as silent as a child. She blames me, doesn't she? She must be blaming me. Why else didn't she wake up and touch my face again?

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother, and my parents were not around. Because of his timid personality, he naturally became the object of bullying by his classmates. When they threw dirt at me, I didn't have any sense of resistance. I squatted down with my head in my arms and cried. Then grandma will come and drive away the children who bully me. Help me pat off the dirt and dry my tears. Without saying anything, she took my hand and led me home, but I could see the distressed expression on her face.

Mom and dad seldom go home, so every time I come back, it's my happiest time. I can sleep with them. They will bring me a lot of delicious food. The relationship between my mother and my grandmother has always been bad, so my mother often speaks ill of my grandmother in my ear, and because of that situation at that time, I was especially obedient to my mother. After all, my mother seldom comes home. I have to be obedient and please my mother before she will come to see me more.

So I began to do a series of things that hurt my grandmother. I lost my temper because of a little thing and spoke to my grandmother in a very bad tone. At that time, I forgot who raised me so much, who loved me so much and tolerated me no matter what mistakes I made. Now that I think about it, I feel that I am really heartless. Cowardly, timid, cowardly, not sensible at all.

Nine years old, a turning point in life. Maybe that's when I began to understand what it means to cherish after losing.

In a car accident, grandma became a vegetable. My mother and I lived in the hospital that year, with my grandmother. I remember once lying on the bed next to my grandmother, looking at the pale face under the pale ceiling, I suddenly felt particularly sad, as if a place in my heart had been softened and swallowed me up bit by bit. I threw the candy I was eating at my grandmother. I kept throwing it and murmured, "Wake up, wake up ..." My eyes were red and I only hated myself for being too young. I didn't lie in front of grandma's bed every day and hold her hand and say, "grandma, I love you very much." I need you very much. Wake up, or I will be really sad ... "If I had been like that, I would have been really sad. Grandma only heard my mother's complaints and insults, and my silent confession.

I think she will be very cold. I want to go in and spend time with her, just as she warmed my bed when I was afraid of the cold when I was a child. But I don't want you to be hot, I don't want you to be burned by fire, and I don't want you to become just a box of ashes. I touch your body, it is warm. What kind of warmth makes me cry for that kind of warmth after 5 years. I want to hold your body tightly, because your ashes will be buried with my dear grandfather in a cold coffin. You will be underground, and you will go to heaven without me. You will feel lonely. Your favorite child in the world is not around you, so you should cry.

You are waiting for me to grow up and understand, and bear everything silently. Now I regret your leaving, missing, but not waiting.

Now I am grown up and sensible, but the wound still stays in the deepest corner of my heart, and I can't get in or out. Like a deep thorn in my heart, it is combined with flesh and blood, and it hurts faintly.

Go to the window and look out the window. A full moon shines on a dark cloud, and a black haze tries to resist its light. They are dirty, shrouded in its lofty light, ridiculous and sad. I looked out of the window for a long time until the haze cleared away bit by bit. The moon has also become dim. A few stars around are trying to blink, like an ignorant child.

I cried silently at the window, and my face was wet with tears. Every time it gets dark, I will lie between your legs and lean against your chest. That warm place is something I dare not expect so far. Nothing is warmer than your chest, safer sleep and better memories.

Life is also an encounter made up of countless separations. I see. Life goes on. I wonder if the sun will be better tomorrow.

Two years ago, I had long hair. My mother combed it neatly every day. I wore two long braids. I was as happy as an angel all day.

When I was in the second grade, my mother said I wanted to cut my hair long because it was a waste of time to comb my hair every day. I still don't know where I got the theory that long hair will absorb a lot of nutrients in my body, which is bad for my health. At that time, listening to my mother's words seemed to make sense. Anyway, the adults are right, and I have no objection. The next day I went to the barber shop. An aunt in the barber shop stroked my long hair and studied it for a long time before saying, "Are you really willing to give it up?" Don't regret! " I hesitated, but thought that since I came to the barber shop, I might as well cut it, so I nodded.

Since then, whenever I see that many classmates have long hair, but I have short hair and look like a foreign boy, I always feel bad in my heart. Although short hair is more convenient to comb, it won't feel flickering when it is braided. I doubt my mother's statement that "long hair will absorb more nutrients and affect my health", and I begin to miss my long hair again, hoping that it will grow out soon. How many nights, I will laugh happily in my sleep, because I often dream that there is a little girl standing in the wind, and the wind gently kisses her long black hair. How charming that beautiful figure is ... that little girl with long hair is me.

Ah! Long, black and shiny hair, grow it out quickly, grow it out quickly. ...

Missing the topic composition 5 is pure happiness, which can be hidden in the warm little happiness in your heart.

Sometimes I miss, miss an autumn, miss the idea of a fallen leaf. Watching it dance and disappear in the horizon bit by bit, gradually becoming a line with the field of vision, being blown forward bit by bit by the wind until it disappears, such a pure moment.

Sometimes I miss, miss a snow, miss a flying, silvery white dream. The whole world is wrapped in silver, and there are thousands of pear trees, all of which are white and flawless. Suddenly I feel very holy, very carefree, such a pure picture.

Sometimes I miss, miss having a flying, silvery white dream. The whole world is wrapped in silver, and there are thousands of pears, all of which are white and flawless. Suddenly, I feel very holy, carefree and pure.

Sometimes I miss, miss a group of people, miss the scene of leaving school together, miss the sunset with endless laughter, miss talking and laughing together, miss the fight, miss those smiling faces that ring in my memory, miss those funny words, at first, I was so simple.

Sometimes I miss, miss a person listening to music quietly, miss a song, make music clear and noisy, miss the color of childhood, miss the luster of happiness before, the melody that permeates time spreads in my heart, outline the smiling face of children, such a pure childhood.

Sometimes I miss, miss a friendship, miss the bits and pieces about not too long ago, miss the secrets I treasured before, and then keep your name in my heart, over and over again, until I won't forget, we still have to smile together, be bored together, so pure. Nostalgia.

Sometimes I miss the biting cold, the warmth in a word, the cold shivering, the slow running and stopping, and the faint warmth coming to my heart, just like the petals with faint fragrance, so pure warmth.

Sometimes I miss my original dream, the sunshine like sunflower, always saying that I have wings, want to fly loudly, want to paddle and sail, but now I feel confused and lost my way, wandering alone, such a pure dream.

Sometimes I miss, care about, miss a name, miss and sigh the ordinary and quiet now. ...

There are two lines between my fingers, and I can't avoid missing them a little.

Pure, beautiful and ordinary.

Fingers, blue.

Missing topic Composition 6 Childhood is happiness, laughter, happiness, or freedom, unrestrained ... I came to the corridor of memory and watched our childhood fade away ... Ah! Miss my childhood!

Childhood is an era full of laughter; Childhood is still that unrestrained era; Childhood is an era worth remembering!

It is another hot afternoon. Looking out of the window, I can't help thinking of the same hot afternoon two years ago: I was walking on the playground scorched by the scorching sun, but my heart was extraordinarily calm. During meditation, I saw a boy sweating in front of me and looked intently-it was a good friend of mine. "Let's play football." I was about to wave my hand and refuse, but I just met his expectant eyes. Then I turned my eyes to his sweat-soaked clothes and nodded helplessly. However, when I went down the stairs, I accidentally fell down. He rushed at me. "What's the matter? What's wrong? " That nervous expression-worried that I would blame him, I stood up unhurriedly, deliberately stared at him with reproachful eyes and continued to run. ...

Childhood is like a meteor, passing through our minds. Although it was only a moment, it was imprinted on our minds like a scar.

"My childhood may not have much laughter and happiness, but it will remain in my mind forever."

Childhood! When you left a deep impression on my life, you left silently ... I covered my face and sighed, trying to keep up with your footsteps and grab your skirt, but it didn't help. ...

Time is like a train, taking us forward. Since you can't stand still, it's better to put your energy into a brand-new life in the future.

One long afternoon, I sat in my room, slowly sorting out books and old things. Suddenly, two envelopes fell out of the book, covered with dust, and I could still see the crooked words. When I opened the envelope, there was a small card and several different kinds of leaves, which gave off a faint fragrance of ink and brought my thoughts back to a few years ago. ...

I always like to sit by the window alone, take out the most beautiful paper from my notebook and write letters to the stream. Because I knew fewer words at that time, sometimes I couldn't understand what I wrote, but I persisted. After writing, I gently stuffed the new glued envelope into the mailbox, and the sound of "dong" was crunchy and could not be dispersed in my heart for a long time.

Xiaoxi was my neighbor and my good friend at that time. But one day she moved away, so we sent messages to each other by letter. Our envelopes are not full of letters. A candy, a pen and a beautiful shell may fall out of it accidentally. Every day after school, I will look for my share in the post office.

I don't know when it started. Gradually, we began to chat. Call, text and say all kinds of boring things when you have time. We are getting closer and closer, but somehow, I always feel something is missing. I can't find the excitement and joy when I was looking forward to that letter and reading it.

On reflection, I suddenly felt that friendship should not be so pale. Touching the crooked handwriting, every word is full of affection, and it is also the witness and memory of our friendship. Unfortunately, those have indeed become memories.

We use these cold things every day to send out those seemingly warm blessings indifferently. I'm afraid I'm numb. Now, I really miss those faint ink incense and those warm letters.

I missed the topic composition for 8 nights. Very quiet. I can't hear any sound in the silence, as if I were sleeping, listening to the silent talk. On the dark night, the sky is full of stars, like the eyes of an innocent child, full of doubts and novelty!

A sharp and stinging cold wind came at me head-on, which made my body and mind numb and my body trembled slightly. "It's so cold!" I muttered, rubbing my hand gently. It turns out that autumn has slipped away quietly and is about to usher in the greetings of winter.

Under the streetlight, I strolled forward with my thoughts and walked slowly on the old street of this deserted town. Walking, looking at this deserted street, I feel a little sad and disappointed. I think: everyone may be afraid of the cold, otherwise why didn't anyone come out to see Miss Qiu off? I was silent, maybe this is the answer. Remember, autumn has just arrived. A rain is falling, it is a symbol of autumn, and it is sent by Miss Qiu to greet everyone. It doesn't have the warmth of spring rain, only the coolness of autumn. The rain is running and jumping happily on the ground, as if to say hello to everyone.

I was walking on a country road at that time, and the sudden autumn rain surprised me! My first reaction was to run home as soon as possible. I ran, it was raining, a little bit of rain was cold, hitting my face, and a little bit of coolness went deep into my heart. Gradually, my steps stopped, I stopped running, just walked slowly in the form of a walk, letting the rain beat my face, as if I were being baptized by the rain. The rain didn't stop, and it took me a long time to feel that it also contained refreshing warmth.

The small trees on both sides of the road are swaying gently, and the leaves of the grass are a little yellow and very quiet. I seem to smell, smell the breath of autumn, so fragrant and sweet, I seem to see, see the artistic conception and posture of autumn.

Time flies, autumn has quietly left, but the joy brought by autumn remains in our hearts forever. This may be my nostalgia for autumn!

I'm sitting on the sofa in the light. It's already night. The odds and ends of the day made me sleepy sitting on the sofa, just wanting to lean back quietly. Leaning on the pillow, all the body and mind have a rest at this time. I don't know why, I suddenly have a feeling I've never had before. I miss my classmates, my teachers … I miss, miss the stories that happened with my classmates in the past, miss my unforgettable teachers … everything is so memorable.

Miss these, I have a feeling of crying. Tears blurred my eyes. My heart is sour and sweet, and I feel a lot. Miss these, scenes of the past emerge in my mind, and the signal of missing is gradually strengthened. It's good to recall the past! Looking back at part of my memory box, the first thing is to miss my classmates and combine them into a collective classmate.

Once I opened the gift bag and found a folded piece of paper inside. Fold this origami gently, and you'll see a greeting drawn in bright colors: Merry Christmas! The English letters of Christmas are drawn in the middle. Also use a pencil to outline the edges of these wishes and letters, making them three-dimensional. This gift was given to me by a classmate the day before Christmas. I know, this classmate made it herself, and the bread here contains her heart. Maybe this is not strange to others, but it is precious to me. Even if I give you a wild chrysanthemum, it's a gift. How can I forget this relationship with my classmates? Give someone a rose, my hand is fragrant, I can feel it.

I miss the time with my classmates very much, and I remember the ups and downs that happened. However, I can't forget the teacher who taught us knowledge. Similarly, I miss them. Looking back on the teachers in the memory area, I remember my head teacher He Laoshi the most. He Laoshi, a tall man with glasses, is very authoritative in our class. As soon as He Laoshi came, the noisy classroom immediately quieted down. I have great respect for He Laoshi in my heart, although He Laoshi embarrassed me. Once upon a time, He Laoshi criticized me publicly. In the past, He Laoshi pointed out my mistake. From He Laoshi, I know how shallow my extracurricular knowledge is. Looking back on what I did before, I really lost willingly. From He Laoshi, I don't regret what I did in my positive opportunity. Thank you, teacher, for letting me realize how inadequate I am. I miss these unforgettable teachers.

Sitting on the sofa, recalling the past and thinking about everything around me. Blue sky and white clouds are long and the night sky is starry. It's still boring to look at them. Miss again, wait again, and get a new feeling.

In retrospect, if you savor it carefully, you will find how beautiful it is. Miss, how nice!

If time can really go back, I am very willing to go back to my happy childhood and enjoy every carefree moment of my childhood again. What a pity! Time is like running water, and the dribs and drabs that flow will never appear again. Looking back on the road, although the footprints are in strings, they are straight and oblique, deep and shallow. The loss of years has written all over our faces, leaving a series of marks on our faces. The innocence of childhood has long since disappeared.

Think about the friends we played with when we were children. Now they are all wives, fathers and mothers, some even become grandparents, some have been lying in the dark and cold underground, and maybe they have become dirt. The road we have traveled today is repeating the footprints of our ancestors, but the sweat we shed is far less than the hardships our ancestors paid. We have come a long way in their footsteps, and there are still many difficulties and twists and turns waiting for us to create. Life is real, you need to face it truly. On the journey of life, happiness and sadness coexist, depending on how you face it. Don't be decadent when you encounter difficulties. Take it easy on a sunny day, and you will always have a sunny heart, so that your life will not be troubled.

Each of us has a dream in our hearts, but I always believe that no one will get close to it. On the contrary, they are still far away! Because life is not enough to mix a spoonful of salt with a bowl of rice, there is only one taste. In fact, life is not a taste, but a hundred flavors made of ups and downs and hard sweat! It's not always easy to go back. The road ahead has not been developed yet, but it will be very difficult. We are black and blue all over, and we are riddled with holes. Maybe we are as fragile as the buds that have just sprouted from the soil and can't stand the collision and wind and rain, but we must learn to be tough! Because there is still a long way to go, we need to measure it step by step, and there are also many helplessness that you need to face, so that you must stand the test. Maybe some people won't take a road, and their life may have a fork in the road. If you choose the right one, he will be happy all his life. If you choose the wrong one, he will regret it for the rest of his life. Therefore, this requires us to have good cultivation and high wisdom. I believe that everyone who can live to middle age has a tough heart, and I also believe that every middle-aged person will have an accurate judgment and correct choice when facing the fork in life!

Happy childhood will never come back, it will always be the past and beautiful memories. We need to explore in the future and face difficulties bravely. If we succeed, we will feel very comfortable, have a glass of wine, let our hearts fly and let our hearts soar. Don't be discouraged if you fail. Have a glass of wine, indulge yourself once and continue to struggle after waking up. I believe that as long as you have a tough heart, difficulties will eventually be overcome by strength, and maybe success is not far away from you. Believe in yourself!