A 450-word essay describing the scene of farewell

1. A 450-word essay about the moment of parting

It was a scorching summer day, and there was an unbreathable sultry heat in the air.

I asked my mother for ten yuan and went out to buy some ice cream. The owner of this shop is an old woman who is over sixty years old. She has been selling food here for many years.

After a while, I thought about what to buy, so I strode in. The person who followed me in was a middle-aged man. After I finished my purchase, I sat down and ate the ice cream.

After seeing me finish my selection, the middle-aged man slowly leaned on the counter to choose ice cream. He was like a thief, looking left and right, always undecided.

The old lady always refused to buy when she saw him, so she went to the back to get busy with something. Finally, the middle-aged man opened the counter, selected three two-yuan popsicles and put them in a plastic bag. He took out a five-yuan one and a one-yuan one from his wallet and held them in his hand. After that, he impatiently shouted to the old lady in the back room. : "Old lady, do you want some money?" The old lady came out in a hurry.

"The popsicles you got come in threes and two pieces."

The old lady said. "Here!" The middle-aged man opened his sweaty hands and waved them in front of the old lady.

Then, the middle-aged man put five dollars under one dollar. When the old lady came across one dollar, the middle-aged man skillfully stretched his middle finger to the top of the five yuan, then pushed it into the cuff, and the five yuan smoothly entered the cuff.

The old lady put the one yuan into her wallet without even looking at it. Seeing that he had got it, the middle-aged man hurriedly walked out.

Suddenly, the man's wallet "pop!" fell out. I wanted to stop him, but then I thought about it and gave up.

The old lady saw it, took three steps at a time to pick up her wallet, and shouted: "Young man! Your wallet!" At that moment, I was stunned, and so was the middle-aged man, and then , a line of hot tears slid down his ashamed face. 2. A 450-word essay about the moment of parting

It was a scorching summer day, and there was an unbreathable sultry heat in the air.

I asked my mother for ten yuan and went out to buy some ice cream. The owner of this shop is an old woman who is over sixty years old. She has been selling food here for many years. After a while, I thought about what to buy, so I strode in.

The person who followed me in was a middle-aged man. After I finished buying it, I sat aside and ate the ice cream. After seeing me finish my selection, the middle-aged man slowly leaned on the counter to choose ice cream. He was like a thief, looking left and right, always undecided. The old lady always refused to buy when she saw him, so she went to the back to get busy with something.

Finally, the middle-aged man opened the counter, selected three two-yuan popsicles and put them in a plastic bag. He took out a five-yuan and one-yuan popsicle from his wallet and held them in his hand. After that, he went to the back room. The old lady shouted impatiently: "Old lady, do you want some money?" The old lady hurriedly came out.

"The popsicles you got are three by two..." the old lady said.

"Here!" The middle-aged man opened his sweaty hands and waved them in front of the old lady.

Then, the middle-aged man put five dollars under one dollar. When the old lady came across one dollar, the middle-aged man skillfully stretched his middle finger to the top of the five yuan, then pushed it into the cuff, and the five yuan smoothly entered the cuff. The old lady put the one dollar into her wallet without even looking at it. Seeing that he had got it, the middle-aged man hurriedly walked out. Suddenly, the man's wallet "pop!" fell out. I wanted to stop him, but then I thought about it and gave up. The old lady saw it, took three steps at a time to pick up her wallet, and shouted: "Young man! Your wallet!"

At that moment, I was stunned, and so was the middle-aged man, and then , a line of hot tears slid down his ashamed face. 3. A 450-word essay describing the scene

In late autumn, in November, all teachers and students of our school are scheduled to hold the autumn sports meeting at Eshan Stadium from November 22nd to 23rd.

The weather has been clear and sunny these two days, and it is the perfect weather for the sports meeting. On this day, we set out on the road to the stadium with excitement.

When we arrived at the stadium, we found that the Eshan Stadium is very large, with a circle of oval seats around it, a football field in the middle, and 6 tracks around it. During the sports meeting, the stadium was always crowded with people, and the students from each class cheered for the athletes in their own class area. The competition events are rich and colorful: high jump, long jump, softball, and 50-meter run... It can be said that there are too many to mention.

Among them, I think the most exciting ones are the men's 400-meter race and the men's 800-meter race. Kangkang, Lu Hui and Liu Jialin from my class represented our class in the men's 400-meter race. The preparations for the 400-meter race have begun. Athletes from each class are on the starting line, making charging movements. With a "bang" sound, the athletes of each class galloped forward like wild horses. At the beginning, Kangkang, a classmate in my class, was far ahead, leaving other players far behind. Liu Jialin and Lu Hui were overtaken by other players due to lack of physical strength. We cheered for them and our voices echoed throughout the stadium. In the end, Kangkang won the first place, Lu Hui won the third place, and Liu Jialin did not get a place.

Next up is the men's 800-meter race, and Tang Zhipeng is already gearing up and eager to try. The students in our class stood in various positions to cheer for the athletes. The referee held up the starting gun and shouted: "Ready-start!" The players were like arrows leaving the string, flying forward. Tang Zhipeng and Kang Kang from my class rushed to first and second place at an alarming speed. After one lap, Tang Zhipeng and Kang Kang had a long distance from the players behind them. With the exhaustion of physical strength, Tang Zhipeng was already out of breath when he was nearly 200 meters away from the finish line, so he was overtaken by others. Only Kangkang remained in second place. Kangkang has rushed to the first place several times, but he was still caught up by the players behind him. We sweated for him and cheered him hard. After Kangkang heard our shouts, his whole body seemed to be full of strength. , sprinting forward, but still a little powerless. But the results were still good. In the end, Kangkang got the second place, Tang Zhipeng got the fourth place, and Li Xiang got the fifth place.

This sports meeting not only strengthened the students' institutions, but also enhanced their feelings. 4. Paragraphs describing parting scenes

1. Liu Yong's "Yulinling" is passionate about parting since ancient times, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.

Where can I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the evening breeze and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? 2. Parting carries longing, hope, and emotion. The hands waving when we part are so beautiful, but the falling teardrops are so crystal clear. Perhaps, every sad parting is also a unique one. The beauty.

3. I can’t swallow all the tear stains, I can’t see all the frowns on my brows, I can’t express my soft intestines, I can’t complain about the pain of separation. There are countless stars and rivers turning around, countless thousands of sails dancing, countless sighs that the beauty has withered, and endless sadness that makes the frost on the temples so beautiful.

I can’t find all the lonely shadows, I can’t find all the charming crossings, I can’t climb all the bright platforms, I can’t see all the way to the end of the world. 4. "I have been away from my hometown for many years, and the recent affairs have been half spent.

Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves." Perhaps at this moment, the moon in the sky understands my feelings, and the bright moon is sent thousands of miles away. Acacia, a little bit sad every night.

Outside the window, a nostalgic song about my hometown suddenly floated, which added to my affection for my hometown. This poem was being played on the TV program: "The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time." "The host's affectionate recitation made me, who was already sentimental, a little wet. 5. Thirty years of separation can be seen in a blink of an eye.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: I have been away from my hometown for a long time, and the years have been cold, and I have shed tears after years of traveling. The local pronunciation has changed and the soul is cold, and it is hard to leave the homeland.

The moon is the brightness of my hometown. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I wonder, is the moon in my hometown just like the moon tonight? Will people in my hometown think of me? My long-lost hometown, can your appearance appear in my dreams?

Extended information: Parting: To be separated from a person or place for a relatively long time. 1. "Chu Ci·Li Sao": "It is not difficult for me to say goodbye to my husband, but it hurts the number of spiritual cultivation."

2. Lu Guimeng's "Farewell" poem of the Tang Dynasty: "A husband is not without tears, nor sheds them "In the parting room." 3. Gu Yanfu's "Village Marriage Illustration" of the Ming Dynasty: "Every appearance is like a weeping person, which hurts parting." 5. Excellent composition of 450 words describing the scene

At the opening ceremony, after the referee representatives and athlete representatives took oaths respectively, Principal Sun announced the official opening of the sports meeting. The usually quiet campus suddenly became lively: the athletes held the spirit of "friendship first, competition second", competed with level and style on the field, and strived to be civilized athletes. They worked hard, kept making progress, and surpassed themselves. They not only exercised and demonstrated their physical fitness and physical fitness, but also exercised their willpower to overcome difficulties and improved their ideological and personality. Students outside the field learned a lot from them. What is even more touching is that every student has a strong sense of class honor. The cheers from outside the field inspired athletes from all classes. The school radio broadcast the competition progress and the enthusiastic manuscripts of the correspondents of each class again and again.

The residual warmth of the Athens Olympics has not yet dissipated, and the 23rd Sports Games of our school was staged again.

When the list of winners is flying over the green field, when the students in the stands are shouting for the students in the 100-meter and 100-meter hurdles, when the certificate recipients face others with a smile of victory. We have never forgotten that the long jump and basketball shooting competitions were held silently in the corner of the stadium. The last few students in the 3000 meters were still struggling to catch up. The students who did not win the place may still have a calm pace.

Since ancient times, the winner has been the king and the loser has been the bandit. However, in terms of sportsmanship, everyone is equal. Perhaps those who won the championship will make people remember the bright smiles on their faces after the game and pay more attention to the stories behind them. However, those who did not win the place are still in good spirits. Chia. They try their best, they are not afraid of strong opponents, and they refuse to admit defeat. Although there were no champions to witness it all, there was a spirit running through it all. That is the spirit of sportsmanship: fight tenaciously and never give up.

There is always a kind of power that makes me move forward, there is always a kind of spirit that moves me, and there is always a kind of faith that makes me burst into tears. When I see athletes who did not perform at their true level shaking their heads after the game, when I see the last runner in the 3,000 meters who is about to fall but still persists, when I see the last runner in the 100-meter hurdles who falls due to a fall. When my hands oozed blood, I had the urge to cry and the desire to cry out. These players have created legends on the green field with their brave and skillful actions, with their heads in the blue sky and their feet on the green soil.

The famous writer Rabindranath Tagore once wrote, "The sky left no trace of wings, but I have flown through." Their names were not included in the final results, but they shed their sweat on the green field. and tears. After a few years, they can proudly say that they participated in school sports meets. As time goes by, we grow up slowly, and we who are careful will find that we are far from the passion and vitality we once had. Especially now that we are facing the pressure of future work and postgraduate entrance examinations, opportunities to participate in activities are even rarer. Why not take advantage of your youth to make some lasting memories for yourself? Therefore, all contestants who participate are the cutest and best!

Missions are often given by others. In your own life and study, you must do some things that you like or dislike. However, some are also added to yourself. Especially in today's fiercely competitive society, giving yourself some opportunities to exercise also gives yourself more opportunities to succeed. Your performance on the green field is a reflection of your personality and your ability. Whether you cheer in the face of victory or smile in the face of failure, it is the successful completion of a glorious mission.

Friends who have sweated on the green field, it is precisely because of your active participation that everyone is so energetic. Today, when national fitness is in full swing, it is everyone's high morale that has earned the International Olympic Organizing Committee's trust in Beijing. The 2008 Beijing Olympics is a tribute to you, and it shines brighter because of your tenacious struggle. After lying on the firewood and tasting the courage, you will surely feel the joy of the fragrance of plum blossoms coming from the bitter cold.

Suddenly I remembered a song that CCTV-5 often played during the Sydney Olympics: "...Fly beyond the dream, let you and I face it sincerely, let time remember this moment..." This song It was given to every athlete going to Sydney at that time. Now I want to give it to all the athletes participating in this sports meeting. PetroChina is proud of you! 6. Requesting an essay describing the scene, 400 words

I finally managed to wait until the afternoon activity class. My tired body suddenly seemed to have gained strength, and I ran to the table tennis room in three steps and two steps at a time. go.

No wonder the female colleague went to the dance hall at night. After arriving there, she started to move as soon as the music melody started. She danced more vigorously and did not feel tired at all. Only now do I realize that this may be the reason for my interest.

From far away, I could hear the sound of "ping ping, ping pong" and the laughter of my colleagues. As soon as I arrived at the ball room, "Principal Zhang bought us a new racket for us to enjoy," the quick-talking Xiao Su said. My colleagues immediately surrounded me, and the topic turned to me again.

"The rubber is quite sticky" "The board is so light" "It's so smooth" "How many articles are there".

The ball room was suddenly in an uproar. Two colleagues on the court quickly shouted "stop" and made a pause gesture. They want their colleagues to be quiet so they can play ball in peace.

Unexpectedly, they turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye. The nephew was lighting a lantern as usual (uncle), and the lively chatter and laughter passed through the door and lingered in the campus through the window. As agreed (according to the order of playing in the ball room) Xiao Su came on the court. He took my new board, glanced at me and said to feel it.

Maybe the rubber of the new board is more sticky, maybe the board is lighter than his own, maybe.

He always hits the ball high when receiving the serve, and when he presses the ball, it always misses. His opponent is Chairman Zhang, who is also known as the stable dad. He is known for his good return of serve and good defense.

In fact, colleagues all like to call him Wen Nai, because Wen Dad has already belonged to him. In people's minds, a physical education teacher is tall and strong. In addition to being good at receiving the serve and defending well, he pushes the ball at a tricky angle, usually two wide corners, and there is a downward pressure movement during the pushing process. Xuan is the most difficult person to deal with and the bone that everyone is least willing to chew.

The high ball was hit hard by Wen Nai. The more anxious you were, the harder it was to hit the ball. "Crack!" The ball board and the table had a close and intimate kiss. My heart trembled but I didn't make a sound.

"Xiao Su, Principal Zhang's board is still a virgin. Can you be a little smaller and gentler?

"

I can't rely on you for a long time. Principal Tiezui Mei started talking. I have always been thick-skinned and fond of joking, but I was also told that I was blushing and thick-necked.

Xiao Su looked at the racket mockingly, touched it with his hand, and said it was fine! "Two hundred coins" is getting in the way. Do you want to make Principal Zhang angry to death? Mei Tiezui is the number one idol in our school. His nickname comes from the TV series "Iron Mouth Bronze Teeth Ji Xiaolan". His colleague *** thinks that his reputation is comparable to, or even better than, Ji Tiezui's. The school leader asked me to give a demonstration class the day before yesterday so that young colleagues could learn from it.

Because I had too many things to do and drank too much, I went to class without careful preparation. Unexpectedly, all the leaders of the school and the teachers who had no classes were there. I felt embarrassed. If I didn't prepare carefully, I would be disrespectful to others (I warned myself not to do this again next time)! During the afternoon class review, Mei Tiezui blew me away, saying, "How many beautiful points are there in this class.

How many rainbows.

How many emotions.

"Maybe I'm an old comrade, maybe I'm very popular, and everyone says flattering things.

I know it very well! "Mei Chaofeng, can you please stop?" I said. I usually like to call him this funny name in private. It's because Mei Chaofeng in the novel "The Condor Heroine" is of the same gender as him, and because he has long arms and likes to block shots when playing basketball, which is similar to Mei Chaofeng's Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

Soon Xiao Su was defeated. She was very arrogant and said arrogantly on the stage: "These days, we rely on our craftsmanship to make a living." (When he had time to play cards, he won Qian Shi also likes to say this). It's my turn to play, and the ringmaster is still very steady. His hands are very smooth today.

I really didn’t get used to the new board at first, and I was a little too high when catching the ball, and I always pulled the ball too far. Wen Nai showed off his signature moves again - clenching his fists, raising his hands, shaking them, and said, "Learn from you" (which is really annoying).

I quickly adjusted my grip on the board and reduced the intensity of catching the ball. It was much better immediately. At this time, the score on the court was 9:9, and it reached a fever pitch.

I was asked to serve, and I immediately served a left-side, ultra-short ball with strong backspin. Wen Nai lived up to his name. He was well prepared and quickly returned a high, chasing, topspin ball, which was beyond my expectations.

I quickly followed my lead and made a high-pitched looping ball. "It stinks, it really stinks" (which means a compliment), and the colleagues started talking again.

"High, really high" Wen Nai calmly blocked another big forehand corner kick, and her colleagues praised her again. I quickly slid to the forehand position, rushed for a board, and lost the ball.

"Leaked egg", colleagues were in an uproar again. These commentators will not give you any face at all.

Unlike table tennis commentator Yang Ying, who speaks implicitly, he may say that you are aiming too hard at the ball; or he may say that you want to pull the ball to death and have some thoughts in your mind, so your hand is half a beat slower; .

They find harsh and sad things to say, but we can’t all be like this! "The stench is overwhelming and unbearable.

"

Mei Tiezui is showing off his words again. I once again stood at the service line and kept weighing the ball with my hands. I looked at my breasts and he looked proud.

I served the same ball as last time, and he was surprised. He didn't expect that I was already adapting to all changes. He returned the ball with a backhand. I immediately turned sideways and charged for the ball with a forehand. He blocked my forehand again. I rushed to the forehand and hit the ball with a slide. , hit the ball hard! The activity room felt like it was exploding again! ! Maybe he was fooled by me, but soon he lost two points in a row and was kicked off the ring.

He once again did his signature move and said, "Learn like you." I think this is true! .

The sound of balls and teasing in the activity room were carried so far by the wind that they spread to every corner of the school.

It corresponds with the laughter of students on the playground and forms a beautiful picture of campus joy. During the years I lived in the countryside, I saw cows every day.

But until now, the only thing that seemed to appear in front of me was the big eyes of the cow. In winter, cows are tied at the door to bask in the sun.

It was lying down, its mouth kept chattering, and its eyes seemed to be wider than when it was busy. Cow's eyes seem to have a lot of white content, which means they are pale.

I said it was pale, maybe because of the streaks of blood on it. I think the combination of these two colors can only be simulated by the silence of the deceased combined with the cries of the mourners.

The cow’s eyes are so big and bulging so high that they scare you. When I walked past the cow when I entered the yard, I always noticed the cow's two big bulging eyes staring at me.

I can't help but think, it stares like this. 7. A 400-word essay about scene description

Ten minutes between classes. After class, the students happily came to the playground to play games.

Look! Some students played football, some jumped rubber bands, some threw sandbags, and some threw handkerchiefs... Suddenly, the quiet playground became lively. The most interesting thing is throwing sandbags. A dozen of my classmates and I went to the shade of a big tree to play throwing sandbags.

We are divided into four groups, with four students in each group standing in the middle and four students standing on both sides. The rules of the game are: The students on both sides throw sandbags at the middle student.

Each student in the middle has three lives. If the person in the middle throws a sandbag, one life will be added. If he is hit by people on both sides, one life will be lost. The students in the second group started to serve the "ball". Li Ruoyu was hit by the flying "ball" and lost one life immediately. What a pity! It's really unpleasant to lose at the beginning! Shi Yayu shouted loudly: "Everyone, please pay attention, you can only win this time, not lose!" Her voice really worked. The second time we met, everything changed immediately. Zhu Xueran and I both caught the opponent's "ball" ".

We defeated each other easily. Everyone was jumping and jumping, so happy! Then we swapped roles with each other and the "battle" began again.

We launched an attack. The opponent's Xu Longfei moved so slowly that I was a little anxious for her. I raised my hands, and like lightning, the "ball" flew towards the opponent's position. My heart was pounding, as if I was carrying a little rabbit. I was afraid that the opponent would catch it, and my "ball" actually hit the opponent's position. Killed two of the other team members.

Just like this, the "ball" was flying around on the field. The students were jumping up and down, cheering and cheering. At this time, the class bell rang, and we had to retreat in a hurry. What a nostalgic class. Ten minutes. 8. An 80-word essay about the scene of farewell

I have gone far, but the sadness is still there; I have disappeared, but the smiling faces still seem so close to me; I am confused, but I am closed I can hear that familiar voice with my eyes but I can't catch it no matter how hard I try... I try hard to sort out all the memories and put them back to their place in my heart.

The scale in my heart measures their weight in my heart. In the future, they will be the softest part of my heart.

I will carry them on my back, no matter how heavy they are and how tired I am, I still can’t bear to throw them away... I believe that our 58 classmates are not parallel lines, we are trees and vines entwined with each other and growing together. I will remember every bit of our time together, even a smile, I will recall it in the most solemn way.

Thinking of the past, so many inadvertent actions will have a profound impact on me now and in the future... I remember so much, I believe that in n years I will be with a familiar yet unfamiliar person. People passed by, and then, when I turned around, I saw that person looking back at me not far away, and the world seemed to have frozen. Because we were once so close, and looking back at each other now is exactly the same as before... With a smile, you can turn around and go back to your own way, and you can also pick up the previous feelings. No matter what the ending is, we will understand that someone still remembers, and still remembers The story of Class 65 n years ago and Class 65 n years ago.

Remember, it is a kind of happiness and also a kind of harm. If there is no chance of seeing each other again, then remembering those memories will be painful.

Memories cannot be seen or touched. Like smoke, it seems to fade, fly away, and disappear easily.

Why haven’t the people who are waiting eagerly and eagerly shown up among the crowd? Little does he know that on the other side of the crowd, the waiting person is waiting in the same posture for the person waiting for him... At this time, no matter how noisy the market is, it flows quietly like a movie without sound. It wasn't until the night got dark that I turned around in frustration. The distance became farther and farther... As we move towards the unknown future step by step, will we inadvertently miss or forget some people and things? Can those stories left behind on sunny days and rainy days remain immortal in our hearts? The future is really an unknown for us. No matter what, let's go, there's no turning back.

We just keep moving forward, looking for the memories ahead, and the stories of missing and reuniting... Another article. The ancient Su Shi once said: "People have joys and sorrows, separation and separation, and the moon waxes and wanes.

There is always a banquet in the world, but people always have to face parting. The former friendship turns into tears, quietly Spreading around.

——Inscription The chirping of cicadas in summer comes to us along with the hot sunshine.

It drives away the continuous drizzle of spring, and also drives away the happy time. What is ushered in is just the tears before separation, penetrating our hearts drop by drop... Time is silent and gentle. Turn the world around lightly! How many fleeting years have been lost in the reverse flow of time! Our young hearts bloomed like cherry blossoms in the winter of that year, but withered in the summer of the farewell year! They all seemed to feel the sadness before separation, so they carefully protected the same friendship. How I wish time would stop at the shore; how I wish time would no longer move forward; how I wish time could go back; let us cherish the beautiful friendship again, let us share this tacit silence together, and let us once again feel the joy of the past Laughter... The fun and slapstick in the past are still vivid in my mind, and tears can't help but fall again.

The friends who usually have playful and smiling faces are gone today, and all that is left is silence... At the moment when the tears fall, we suddenly realize that we are so fragile and cannot withstand the slightest bit of wind and rain. . Parting, getting together and parting again, so many reincarnations of the sun and the moon, so many flowers blooming and falling, are always accompanied by parting.

The ancients often said: "People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and the moon waxes and wanes." In this case, isn't parting a kind of beauty? It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, but when we say goodbye, we can see it from different angles, some are happy, some are magnanimous, some are tragic, and some are happy. "The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me." This is a happy farewell; "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." This is the tragic farewell of flowers; "I urge you to drink another glass of wine, There is no old friend when I leave Yangguan in the west." This is the sad farewell of a friend.

Life is always accompanied by parting. Different partings interpret different lives. It interprets people's thoughts and feelings and tells the warmth and warmth of the world. When the setting sun is about to sink into the earth, it throws its most missed and dazzling light to the world. This is its reluctance to leave the world; when the fallen leaves fall from the branches, their dancing figures in the air tell us the season. Change; when the dawn light shines on the window of your house, it tells us that the night has quietly left.

I know that there is an insurmountable distance between each other's lives, and there is an insurmountable gap between each other's shores; I know that those tiny pieces flying on the fingertips, and those wandering youth with nowhere to rest, are like dreams. The mist is vast, the music is so sweet, the scenery is so charming, they are all wrapped around my fingertips; I know that the cycle of the sun and the moon, the blooming and falling of the flowers are already part of my inevitable experience! "There are close friends in the sea, and we are neighbors as far away as the world." Why not be as optimistic as the poet about the upcoming parting? Why not interpret parting as a must-pass scenery in life? The long pavilion cannot retain the prosperity, how many flowers will bloom after the rain falls? In the season of departure, the withered ink leaves sway quietly in the harmonious wind, and the chirping of birds lingering in the ears is just like the gorgeous sonata swirling on the black and white piano keys, singing the most prosperous part hidden in the season. The song, the song ends, people disperse, parting, waving to say goodbye without words, the sea of ??flowers floating between the fingers is like the melodious and melodious sound of nature on the guzheng strings, waving the strongest stroke in the harmonious picture. Look at the bustling forest with fallen autumn leaves and the flowers dancing in the wind, dotted with the beauty of Liren! A laugh from the sea makes the breeze laugh and the years laugh.

Flowers bloom and fall, cherishing the same year, people gather and disperse, and the eyes are empty. Don’t ask, “There are no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.” Don’t forget, “There are close friends in the sea, and we are neighbors even as far as the end of the world!” Friends, let us bury each other’s memories in our hearts, and let this friendship become the epitome of history and the dream of the future! Let these tears turn into smiles, and let laughter fill our lives again; friends, let us wipe away our tears together and wish each other good luck at this moment of separation, and believe that: separation is also beautiful... 9. Essay on the topic of separation 450

Who said that time can take away everything? No, time will only make what is lost more precious and what is gained more tasteless.

But I have to thank time. If it weren’t for time, I’m afraid I would never understand that those who should leave will always leave! --Inscription: Time is something that no one can change. It is important, but sometimes I really hate it. It is he who makes people chase desperately and live in confusion all day long. It is also he who brings people farewell. ! I really hate separation. It is bitter, sad, and tear-inducing. What should come will always come, and what should leave will always leave. The commander of all this is time. A person's life will inevitably face separation and reunion. All things are arranged by God. We are destined to meet sooner or later, and we are destined to separate sooner or later. As the saying goes, there is no banquet in the world that lasts forever. Some people say After too much experience, you will get used to it, and too much separation will make you numb. I think this sentence is wrong. Although there are many experiences, you will have different feelings every time. Although there are many separations, the object of separation will be different each time, and the feelings will also change. Different, sometimes I often think about why people separate, and why separation causes heartache. I am most afraid of the scene of separation.

To be honest, I am not a girl who loves to cry, but every time I face separation, tears will always fall. I even thought that in order not to face separation, I wanted to wrap myself up and only have my own. There will never be separation in this world, but that should be impossible. Questions that have been thought about for a long time will always have answers. We should face parting bravely and challenge time bravely. Parting does not mean that we will be lost forever. Between friends, a greeting after parting and an occasional chat will make our hearts tight. Closely connected; between lovers, after a breakup, a text message or an email, the hearts that once cherished each other will tremble slightly; between relatives, a phone call of just a few minutes after leaving, they will still know each other even if they are thousands of miles away Warm heart... Parting may be the beginning of another beautiful thing. Wouldn't it be better for us to put away the sadness of parting and bless each other with a smile? I hope it helps you, please adopt the correct answer and click to accept the answer. Thank you ^_^ Your like or adoption is my motivation to continue to help other people.