The composition of the person I miss most

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition according to the different writing time limit. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are the essays I collected from the people I miss most. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

The person I miss most. Mo Xiang overflows the night 1, and a bright moon hangs alone. The bright moonlight shines on the bed through the window, but under the clear night sky, it is endless loneliness. Sleepless at night, I think of her from time to time.

Yellowing fragments did not rust memories, and deep feelings flowed out of my heart. Her smile is so sunny, which makes me feel so kind and slowly breeds nostalgia. She is a busy person who often forgets to smile.

Looking back two years ago, in the same month and season, she entered my class. When she first came, all the students in the class were not used to it. Her class is not as humorous and uninterested as other teachers. Can only say that it is boring. She doesn't let us use reference books, and thinks that learning to read is the foundation of learning Chinese well. In every article, she always lets us know the background of that era; She insists on reading every article in classical Chinese and ancient poetry. Her style is different from some other teachers, but it makes me feel the pleasure of traveling in the ocean of knowledge.

After handing out an examination paper once, she asked her classmates who had memorized ancient poems to copy a whole poem for 50 times, which puzzled me. I thought it was rigid, only serious and long memory, so why waste time like this. She just smiled cunningly, leaving only a bunch of students shouting and cursing. It was from that day on that all the students in the class got full marks, which is when I fell in love with her.

In an instant, her face reappeared in front of my eyes-that pale face. There is not a trace of blood on her face, and she looks thinner than before. Her eyes were sunken and lifeless, and strands of hair hung down. She coughed a few times and still stood on the podium to give a lecture. Towards the end of the term, she was too tired. However, she didn't complain, she giggled when her mouth cracked, and all her classmates loved to laugh.

Over the past two years, under her teaching, my reading ability has increased, and my listening, speaking, reading and writing ability has followed her footsteps, laying a solid foundation step by step.

"When you enter junior high school, you should study harder!" Hmm? Is that you? Teacher! Your words are still ringing in my ears. You are like a bamboo shoot in spring, and clusters of you have broken through the ground firmly, which has given me an upward belief. You are like a clear lotus in summer, and clusters of mud emerge without dye, guiding me and being an example of life. Long time no see, how are you? Is everything all right!

Slowly, falling asleep and dreaming, is it still the person I miss?

The person I miss most Composition 2 In the long corridor of memory, many things are submerged in flood-like memories, but my kind, hopeful, wise and encouraging exhortations have stopped flowing forever and are fixed in my mind.

I have been very playful since I was a child, and I have never studied hard. So my academic performance is not ideal. My mother always teaches me to study hard and think about my future. I made up my mind to change myself at that time, but I forgot all about it the next day, and it was still the same.

10 years old, my thoughts changed greatly for the first time.

It was a warm afternoon, and I accompanied my grandmother for a walk on the grass. She pointed to the grass and asked me, "Do you know how this grass can be so energetic?" After that, she pointed to another withered grass and asked, "What's wrong with this grass?" I stood still, thinking that I was too old. Suddenly, I have a very cool feeling in my mind, just like opening the door to knowledge. Yes, only by absorbing nutrients and growing hard can grass become strong and full of vitality. If it grows lazily when it is weak, it will eventually wither because of lack of nutrition! I was so excited that I almost jumped up hand in hand. Tai Lao smiled kindly and squeezed my hand at the same time. This grip seems to give me infinite strength. She sighed again and said, "children, young people don't work hard, and old people are sad." I don't know if I can survive this severe winter! " You must study hard and live up to my expectations, ok? "I nodded hard, but my heart is no longer calm.

From that day on, I gradually learned how to study and work hard. My family thought I finally understood and praised me for making great progress. Only I know that it is Tailao's kind words full of infinite expectations that have made such a change for me.

Now, my grades are no longer a drag on my class, but gradually enter the ranks of top students. Every time I see the teacher's praise for the test paper, I feel very gratified.

Now, grandma has left, and she has not seen my progress! Grandma, please forgive my naughty ignorance when I was a child. I won't live up to your expectations in the future. I can't forget Tai Mu's wisdom and kindness, and I can't forget you!

The person I miss most Composition 3 When I turned on my mobile phone, I came across the name "Chen Xinyi", which I specially entered into my address book. Seeing these words reminds me of the good times I spent with her. I met Xinyi in the third grade. She is a lively and outgoing girl, very popular in the class, and a good student that everyone loves. At the beginning of the third grade, Jessica Hester Hsuan and I had a very good friendship. No matter where we went, we were inseparable, and no one could separate us. But at the end of three times, the relationship between us has changed greatly; No one has spoken to anyone since we had a big fight. Because I don't know how to make friends, I became a "lone ranger", and I was unhappy every day. Xinyi was the first to come to me to make my campus life better. She is an amiable person. Since she came to me, we have become intimate friends who talk about everything, and I have begun to open my heart to other students.

There is another memory that I can't forget. That was in the fifth grade. After three times, we became best friends until she transferred to another school. After the girls heard that she was going to transfer, a large group of people pestered her to accompany her to class and chat every day. I am a person who is indifferent to people, so naturally I won't be so affected and I won't have the opportunity to play with her. Fortunately, I asked her to help me draw and finish my book before, otherwise I wouldn't find anything to commemorate her now.

After she transferred to Hong Kong, I couldn't get in touch with her at all, but some students were ok, so they often talked about her when chatting. I heard that she also transferred to another school in Hong Kong. I wish her many friends in Hong Kong and Guangzhou, and make progress in her studies!

The person I miss most is grandma. Although grandma has passed away, I still love grandma the most in my heart! Because grandma was very kind to me when she was alive.

Grandma likes me very much. She teaches me to draw, washes my clothes, dresses me, cooks for me, watches TV with me and wakes me up on time every day. ...

It's a pity that grandma has cancer. When she was ill, she was very uncomfortable. Finally, she became seriously ill. She can only call out my name, and she doesn't know anyone else. Grandma can't accompany me anymore. She can only watch me from heaven.

Every time in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we go to grandma's grave. I always stand in front of grandma's grave with tears in my eyes. ...

I will always love my grandma!

I miss you most. How are you, grandpa in heaven?

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Time is a butterfly dancing in the bushes. It is the clothes of time. Shake down the green leaves on the tree. Did you hear that sound? It is a fleeting hair that flies in the air, a sad tear that melts in the long river, and a whispering echo from mulberry branches and leaves.

That was when I was in kindergarten. Every time I go to kindergarten, I always pass under that big mulberry tree. In the mature season of mulberries, I love mulberries full of red and purple trees. Bite for a day, my heart is sweet. When you send me to kindergarten, you will always go with me to pick up or pick those mouthwatering mulberries. Mulberry in your hand is like a small crystal with sweet and sour taste, grinning, all branches of my childhood memory. ...

The sun has just released its red face, and the sun shuttles through the purple folds of mulberry. Mulberry is in my hand, my hand is in your hand. Spring breeze, drizzle, sunshine and white clouds, all the beautiful things in the world are not as warm as your hands. Looking back now, like wild dogs and white clouds. The old path has been covered with fallen leaves, and the children who were playing at your knees at that time have now fallen into pavilions. Sweet memories are painted with a dim background by time, and the memories are as astringent as Coptis chinensis, spreading on your lips, between your teeth and in your heart layer by layer.

What a sad and indifferent reality. I felt at a loss when you left forever. Now that the short path is out of date, how can it be so long and empty? What flows away around me is a river of spring water, which is a kind of sadness and a kind of acacia.

I looked up at the stars The little prince once said, "When you fall in love with the flowers on a star, when you look up at the starry sky, it seems that all the stars are blooming, you will feel sweet." However, I have never felt any sweetness. "But something slipped from my eyes, wet and cool."

I can't bear to think again, close my eyes and let the tears flow freely. It's like you again, wiping away cold tears, feeding a mulberry in my mouth, and then carrying me home. ...

Mulberry is sweet and sour, which brings tears to my eyes.

In my impression, all the people I can recite have special eyes, some are profound, some are sharp and some are so meaningful. What impressed me the most was only one look, that is, Fang, the head teacher and geography teacher of Grade One.

My classroom has two doors, the front door and the back door. Every day when I walk into the classroom, I always habitually take a look at the back door. On the second day of the first grade, Teacher Fang always stood at the door and looked at us with kind eyes through the glass on the door. Whenever I see these eyes, my heart is relaxed. Now I can only look at the empty back door, sigh wistfully and walk to my seat.

In the past, when we were in class, we could always hear a dry cough at the back door. Needless to guess, it must be the head teacher behind the door again. Sometimes I can't help looking back, and I can see him looking at us with that kind of deep eyes every time. Suddenly, our eyes met. It was a stern look, as if to make me turn around and listen to the class well. I turned my head in fear, but I always wanted to take another look.

I remember once, I made a mistake and was called to the office by the teacher. Although he looked angry and said a lot about me, I saw a different person in his eyes. Although his eyes look stern, they always reveal a kind of kindness. When I meet his eyes, I always feel that there is a warm current impacting my heart. At that time, I deeply felt my mistakes and understood the teacher's good intentions.

In a blink of an eye, Teacher Fang's eyes have been with us for two years. At the end of the geography exam in senior two, I saw the sadness and usual kindness in his eyes.

Now I can only meet at the stairs occasionally, call the teacher hello, and then pass by. Without the eyes and reprimands of that year, I feel empty inside.

I miss his eyes. His eyes are rich, sometimes kind and sometimes severe, but they all reflect his good intentions towards us.

The person I miss most composition 7 The wind whizzed by the tree, stroking the green grapefruit on the tree, and the rain slapped the grapefruit. Under the polishing of wind and rain, grapefruit gradually matured.

Every winter, I always go to my mother-in-law's house to pick grapefruit and find a grapefruit tree, full of sweet grapefruit, crawling and playing on the tree. The yellow grapefruit contains infinite memories of my childhood.

But when I get to my mother-in-law's house, my father always calls "uncle" upstairs and says hello. I don't understand: who is upstairs?

Low-rise building, ordinary furniture. Is that my grandfather upstairs? What happened to him? Are your legs paralyzed? I said to myself.

The wind hit the tree and the rain fell. This late autumn, we didn't come to pick grapefruit, but to attend my father-in-law's 80th birthday.

Birds are singing in the branches. Sometimes they hide in their nests and look at the hut. At this time, this man, I walked into the hut and saw only an old man sitting in a chair I had never seen before. We are so strange and so familiar.

I dare not look him in the eye: my eyes are white, as if I have no eyes. I looked down and shivered: how did this happen? How can my father-in-law not see?

"Who's here?" Grandpa moved a little.

"Well, it's a robe. What's his name? " Mother-in-law cleared up the chair.

"Xiao Xujin." I answered calmly. "I haven't been here for a long time, I don't know." I seem to see my father-in-law grinning. The room was dark, only a small lamp hung on the roof, but my father-in-law's eyes were so dazzling. There seems to be an inexplicable attraction. I stood there quietly watching, a little curious and a little scared.

Outside the house, it rained wantonly, and with a bang, a grapefruit was knocked over. Raindrops drop in the puddle and make a "ding dong" sound.

When I walked out of the house, my eyes were still deeply engraved in my mind. I went to another room and had a big meal. The food in the dinner entered my mouth one by one, but I felt like chewing wax and had no taste at all. I'm still thinking about those eyes, Shuang Yi's vacant eyes.

It seems to be looking at me, always looking at me.

Later, I learned from my grandmother that my father-in-law could see it when he was born. When he grew up, he liked reading. He was an intellectual at that time, but one day he suddenly lost his sight. My mother-in-law sought medical treatment everywhere, but she couldn't be cured. For decades, my father-in-law has been blind.

Time passes in a deep foot and a shallow foot. I will never forget that house, that man and those eyes.

That eye, looking at me all the time, told me to keep my chest out.

The person I miss most. The wind crept through the cracks in the window and spread carefully in the classroom with the smell of plants in the morning. The rising sun was covered by thin clouds, and the light was softer, shining on the children's childish and energetic faces, shaking their slightly curled eyelashes and wearing a halo.

It seems that you are still standing on the three-foot platform, wearing your usual black coat, carrying your hands, and reading lines of colorful poems with your mellow and deep voice. The children's clear and loud voices echoed every word, stopping from time to time to listen to what you said. You said that stung is the solar term for the earth to rejuvenate, so I remember that day you opened the window and showed us that the dark brown trunk with small protrusions on the branches was about to break out of the ground. When I reached out and touched it, I seemed to feel the throb of life.

At that time, I thought you were the most unique teacher in the school. Every time I hear my classmates praise their teachers, I can't help thinking of you and your Chinese class.

It seems that you never want other teachers to "show" in class, and you never take us to sketch words and appreciate sentences in the text. You always like to take us to talk in class. You are always leaning on the platform, leaning sideways, holding a book in one hand and a half, as if hanging down, and interpreting those articles with your unique ideas and thinking. It's as if I had an illusion, like seeing an orator, releasing his talent and grace on his own stage. But when it's all over, there are only a few numbers you wrote casually on the blackboard, but you have your own style: casual and organic, sharp and gentle. Those blackboard books often remind me of the concentration on your face when you think, with the charm of thinking.

I often thought that you were a person who focused on poetry, books and Chinese until then. I don't remember why I came to you. You seem to have told me a lot. Only at the end you gave me a list of books, "study hard, they will benefit you a lot." Smile, gently tear off the paper with your hand and pass it to me. When I walked out of the office with joy and gratitude, your voice came again: "Don't worry, you can read the book slowly, don't force yourself too much, don't make yourself too tired." It's much closer than you were then. Only then do we know that you have been silently watching our growth and changes behind our backs.

You haven't taught us since But these days, whenever I pass a primary school, I can't help thinking of you. I miss the poems you read in the morning, the topics you talked about in class, the books you shared with us … I miss the time you spent with me.

Grandpa has been dead for three years, but I still think of him all the time, remembering that he bought me food, remembered that he cooked delicious food for me, and remembered that he let me and my friends have fun at home.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, my parents went to work, and only my grandfather accompanied me. When I was at school, he took me to school and kindergarten by bus. He stood at the door watching me enter the classroom before he reluctantly left.

Once, he picked me up from school and saw that I was hungry. Without saying anything, he took me to a convenience store and asked me to buy anything casually. I bought a box of sugar and a drink, and wanted to invite him to taste it, but he waved his hand and said, no, how much he loves me!

However, when I was six years old, my grandfather fell ill and lived in the hospital. Every day after school, I go to the hospital to see him and let him watch the video on his father's mobile phone. He looked at the video, then at me and smiled. His throat was speechless, but he just grunted. The doctor is talking to mom and dad, and mom and dad look very pale. He touched me with his hand and shook his head with a smile. I didn't study hard that semester for some reason.

One day, I went to the hospital and grandpa's bed was empty. Dad told me: Grandpa has left us and gone to heaven. I was in tears, but what can I do? God, why do people die?

Grandpa has been dead for three years, but his love has never left me. One night, I saw my grandfather walking slowly towards me with a box of candy and a drink. I said excitedly, Grandpa, you are back! He hugged me for a few minutes and suddenly disappeared. I kept calling him: Grandpa, Grandpa, where are you? Suddenly, grandpa appeared again, holding a bell in his hand and shaking it. I was just about to ask him why. I was awakened by the alarm clock. Grandpa wasn't there at all, but I had a dream! I sobbed and shouted, Grandpa, where are you? I really want you to taste my drink!

I miss grandpa very much.

Another year passed, and I stood alone in front of my grandmother's grave, thinking about my childhood. ...

It was a Mid-Autumn Festival night, and my grandmother and I were walking on an empty street. A cool breeze blew the fragrance of Zongzi in the distance, and the fragrance of Zongzi leaves made me eager to taste it. "Grandma, I want to eat zongzi." I gently pulled grandma's skirt. Grandma smiled and took my little hand: "The things we bought are not clean. Let's go home and do it."

When she got home, grandma took out the leftover zongzi leaves, the rice she just bought, and the meat she put on the balcony yesterday, and began to cook. Looking at grandma's rickety back, falling hair and wrinkled hands, I couldn't help but be shocked.

"Grandma, let's go to bed first!" I rubbed my eyes. "Look, it's half past nine." "You sleep first! I am not sleepy. " Grandma shook her head and only let me rest first. The faint light shone on her kind face, her hands that worked day and night, and her tired body.

"Grandma, why are you still here?" At one o'clock in the morning, I went to the toilet and found grandma still sitting there. "Didn't you say you were going to fall asleep soon?" Grandma turned around and said softly, "Zongzi is almost ready. You go to sleep first, I'll be busy later. " Say that finish, grandma turned to busy again. I can't tell you how I feel when I look at my grandmother's increasingly rickety back.

In the morning, I got dressed and walked downstairs step by step, only to find that my grandmother was still sitting there, just sewing a sweater with a needle instead of zongzi. "Grandma." I whispered, afraid to disturb her, "Tong Tong, you eat first, and I'll mend my sweater." Grandma bowed her head again. I thought to myself: Grandma probably didn't sleep last night!

"linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, I don't know if I miss you." Grandma, how are you doing in heaven?