Longing
There is a flavor called heartache; there is a mood called sadness; there is a feeling called longing.
--Title
Everything in the world is like this: after doing it, only know regret; after losing it, only know how to cherish it; a few days apart, only miss it.
In the depths of my mind, I will always retain such a memory: parents in the middle of the year, busy all day, towards the evening, before dragging the exhausted body, approached the house. After a simple wash, the father came to the sofa, lit a cigarette and sat down to rest; while the mother, but also into the kitchen to cook dinner. Outside the house, the chimneys on the roof of the house suddenly emerged curls of smoke, reflecting the sunset afterglow, like a wisp of golden haze, slowly floating in the air. Swallows are also tired of flying, standing on the thin wire, drooping head, like a beautiful note. Everything seemed so harmonious and comforting.
I lived here day after day, and everything here made me happy.
But time is like water, the sun and the moon like a shuttle, six years of elementary school time like a meteor, although incomparably good, but hastily crossed. I'm about to enter middle school. And in the face of the new start to live in the school life, I am more daunted. How I would like to be snuggled up in the swaddling clothes of home, but it's not possible anymore.
During my stay at the school, I was like an abandoned bird, lonely and helpless. Here, for the first time, I had that feeling - longing.
I miss my parents at home, and I don't know how many wrinkles they have added because of their hard work;
I miss the swallows flying around at home, and I want to see them dancing again.
I miss every corner of my home, where I used to grow up.
I understand, this feeling - longing. It can not be described, but it is haunting; it can not get rid of, because it has been y implanted in your heart. It can't be predicted, perhaps in the near future.
This is what missing is.
2. 600 words of essay on the topic of missingI hope it can help you, please accept.
Missing
Missing is also a kind of flavor, like the sudden sound of thunder in the summer always makes people can not forget for a long time.
I don't know when, whether it is in this summer, began to learn to think of you on the road ahead. The emotion of missing is better than the scorching heat of the summer sun, but still want you, want you.
Start thinking about you again, when you can see the sea in Mianyang. How I wish I could run with you in the world of 'Mianhai'. But you still have to leave. Standing in the world of water on the roof of the building, I want to think of your droplets with the rainstorm transported to your arms.
Why always in this summer to start missing the topic? From the time there is the first gardenia began to miss. Miss no honey sweet words but infinite tenderness of you, miss with the sun than the sunshine of you, miss turn around a moment of moving you. Is so, in this summer and began to miss your topic.
I miss it is too late to tell, you have already backpack ready to leave. How do you want to stay? The evening has been quietly approaching, will send you away with a smile. The only thing that you can do is to keep the conversation going.
The flavor of missing, as this summer as memorable.
Miss sometimes is also a person's thing, a person silly thinking about the past and the future. I miss all the things that you used to do, I miss you more and more far away, I miss you not yet far away.
In this summer, please allow me to take the flavor of summer together miss you have not yet left....
Time is the sky scratched traces, leaving the memory of the years. Time is like candy, giving me a sweet taste!
Time rushes away, in a flash I have been the first year. However, I am in love with the life of elementary school!
In the lonely, boring time I can not help but think of the former 6 (2) class, they accompanied me through the sweet and sour six years, in my loneliness is that they gave me happiness, in my sadness is that they give me comfort. I now miss them, although we are now in a school *** with the study, but the time to meet with them is not easy, because the middle school has a lot more things.
Time may be like plain water, can wash away everything, but can not wash away my classmates and friends miss. I often pick up the classmate book to see what they wrote to me. See girls write to me words, my heart will have a kind of indescribable sweet; however, see them boys I am angry and want to laugh! After reading the book, I seem to miss them more!
3. 600-word junior high school essay on the topic of longingThe fifteenth moon is full and round, and the mid-autumn festival to see the sky fairy.
The moon is on the top of the trees, like a small boat, swinging the stars in the river of heaven. I climbed high and far away, looking at the hometown deep thoughts, and now, where are you! Youth is like a running river, a go not back too late to say goodbye to yesterday's bleak, away from home travelers walk alone, sadness a thousand degrees, in the sea of clouds deep stop.
Still listening to the mother's parting words, the father's whispered sigh. Everything is not so simple, it is easy to succeed.
Broken Bridge on the remnants of the snow kept falling, will be the distant dream of the city hidden, Luzhou moonlight sprinkled on the heart, a bleak. Thinking of home, and why not.
Snow and flying, heavy rain is still falling, dripping slap in the face, I do not know is a tear, or raindrops, longitudinal next to the corner of the eyes of the vicissitudes of life, how painful to comprehend! Dunhuang drifted through the sand particles, with our young encounter. The moon bends, lagging a shallow light, a picture of the snow in the north of the country, echoing between heaven and earth.
Dare to ask where the road is, the road is at the foot. We stand upright and walk forward, see all the cherry red, riverside grass, warm spring oil, even in the winter cold night, will not be miserable.
But the wanderer's dream, always on the way home, as if "Lost in Transit" in a repeat performance, there are too many illusions and helplessness. Laughing at the wind and clouds, the flavor of this longing, really bitter! Cultivate yourself and defy the difficulties.
Tangible wings, so that we are full of courage, but how to beat the thoughts quietly on the heart. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Let us forget the sea, but everything, will it be repeated? Happiness Street, remembered the candlelight mom, quietly peeling onions. We have to be frank.
A dark fragrance came, as if the flavor of thoughts ...... thousand years of ancient temples, I reverently begged for answers. The celadon in the corner, looks so light and simple.
I waited for the next moment of spring blossoms, we left instantly! On the banyan tree by the pond, the robin is still screaming summer . The memories of childhood have drifted away like smoke, and we are waiting to swing our oars and gently row to the other side of the shore of home. The cold breeze caresses my cheeks, blowing my thoughts all over the place.
The years have passed, quietly slipping away from the fingers, leaving no trace of the merciless years, in the face of the engraved road wheel. When I look back, the time has quietly passed, in the prosperous world fell into a season of wind and snow, in a moment, all everything has become a mirage.
These years, thanks to you - my dear snow. "Gentleman's friendship is as light as water" is the tacit understanding that you and I have been friends for many years, and have never been as warm as fire burns you and me.
Now, you are in that inaccessible place, this "water" has become "fire". I began to think of you without restraint, thoughts spread.
Before this, I and you, always books and books, computers and computers distance, never closer, but also never like now so far away. With the growth of age, young friends less and less, to now this left you and I remain.
Spring Festival is here, I want you to come back to see the fireworks together, together to listen to the favorite music; spring is here, I want to shuttle with you in the village roads, together to the shopping malls to choose the favorite snacks; summer is here, I want you to accompany me in the scorching sun with no image of eating ice cream, together to the pond fishing; autumn is here, I want to lead the small children to go to the orchard with you to harvest together, together with the Mid-Autumn Festival; Winter, nearly night, I began to think of you again, are you like me also miss someone? If the long bang is only used to wipe their own names, the human world is also lonely. How can the journey of growing up be without the comfort of your smile? A greeting, a precious, in the relative and look at the eyes, through the innocent smile.
Dear friend, weakly ask you a sentence: "Do you want me?". .
4. Write an essay on the topic of missingMissing, that piece of blue When we are used to seeing all the red dust, please remember, that piece of blue.
-- Title Used to the prosperity of the city, tired of the countryside of the soil; although the streets are wide, but still feel too narrow; the countryside of the wheat field is certainly more extensive, but still lacks a crystal and innocence. I miss the sea.
I still remember. 1 year ago, when I learned that my favorite pet died, the whole person changed.
I'm so sad and depressed, I'm not feeling well, I'm missing the good moments I had with it, and I'm fantasizing about how it would have been if it was still around. I wish that I was gone with it.
I missed it. Until I saw the sea.
I don't know what I was thinking at the time. All I know is that there was an image of a little girl standing in front of the sparkling sea, determined to pull herself together.
The earth still turns without anyone. Just like I have to live without it.
Memories of the sea. The blue water is rippling and blends in with the glittering blue sky.
A few small boats floating in the water, like that of the prodigal son's dependence. The sea water is dancing, blue, crystal, pure, flawless.
I don't mind the thousands of tsunamis, despite the wind and dust roaring and the sea roaring, but I enjoy the moment more - it is calm. I can't think of a more beautiful word to describe it.
The sea, blue so pure, so innocent, like a little British girl watery, innocent, without a trace of impurities in the blue pupil. In that emerald blue sea water, a few shells will not turn into a chain in the hands.
Growing up cheats honesty, sympathy and simplicity, and the sea is like a tree that never grows old without its annual rings; and now and then striking up those few tonnes of white foam is a compliment to itself. It is not difficult for us to imagine how Hai Zi wrote the poem Facing the sea, flowers blossom in spring; it is even more difficult to understand how the poet and the composer deliberated on the world-renowned song High Mountains and Flowing Water.
It is the sea! I would give a thousand taels of gold for a moment's intimacy with the sea! The world of the sea, the air is drenched in sweetness, it will be more gentle and elegant. At this time, the cruelty of reality, the beauty of fantasy.
The test repeatedly failed, parents quarrel is more often the case. Who can imagine in the world of the sea and whether there are fish or shrimp like us? When we are accustomed to seeing all the red dust, please remember, that piece of blue.
Miss, that sea .......
5. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of longing Argumentative EssayLonging is the long-distance look of the sky and the earth, longing is the hope of the cowherd for the weaving maiden, and longing is the letter delivered by the green bird.
--Title If thoughts are apples, then I wish they were sour. If thoughts are waiting, then I wish they were short.
If thoughts are words on the phone, then I wish it were long. On the other end of my thoughts is my mother! "You are back, in the basket there are two apples."
I gave a "hmm", not really caring, maybe I was too tired. "Brother, your apples."
My sister took the two apples and put them in front of me, "Mom left them for you on purpose." I realized my sister's "unprofessionalism".
She always likes to be "courteous" so that she can get a big "reward". I laughed and said, "Take it if you want it!" The mother came in, she looked at her sister and said, "She ate a lot, a big bag for her to eat."
Sister said: "I ate a lot, mom only ate one, these two I do not want." I heard, I do not know how the heart, straight baking.
I picked up an apple and said, "Mom, you eat it!" I deliberately got to the mother's mouth, touching her lips and said, "I don't want it, touching your lips." Mother took this apple to wash it, give me, I firmly do not want to walk away.
Back to the room, I picked up another apple, took a bite, the mouth is sweet, the heart is sour ...... This is the taste of longing, I think. "You're back?" Mother asked.
"Well." "How come you're back so late this time? Not Saturday night back?" "It's a special week."
I responded casually. "Brother, you're back! Saturday night mom prepared a meal waiting for you and you didn't come back."
I thought to myself: why didn't I make a call back on Saturday myself. I wonder if mom waited for me for a long time.
I was reflecting over and over again, feeling overwhelmed that I had just faced my mother's questioning with such an attitude. All along, I wanted to ask my mother if she had waited for me for a long time that day, but did not have the courage to know the answer.
Until now, I hadn't asked my mother that question, only praying that her wait would be shorter and shorter. "Your mom will call back in a little while."
No sooner had Grandma finished speaking than the phone rang. "Hello, mom?" "Uh, okay!" "Good, and you?" "Good too, it's almost Dragon Boat Festival, buy yourself something to eat."
"Good, you too." "It's okay, I'm going to be busy ......" "Oh, the cinnamon meat you asked for is ready."
I purposely interrupted her and inserted other topics, hoping to talk to my mother for a little while longer, but she just answered a few short sentences and hung up anyway. I knew she was busy, but still called back often.
Even though each one was short, I knew her heart was always with us. I wish it could have been more though - words on the phone.
Thoughts - sour, long, short, is this you.
6. 600-word essay on "Thoughts"Thoughts. My beloved hometown! Tempting intoxicating colorful, intoxicating glistening, let my life shine, sleep I also smile nightmare like flowers. My beloved hometown! I can't stop thinking about my hometown, and I can't stop thinking about my hometown, and you are my never-ending attachment to the end of the world, and the leaves will be calling out to the wind's attachment to the dust, and the soil will be its tears, and in the minerals, nurturing new vitality. Thoughts grow wildly in waiting, the love of hometown spreads in waiting. In front of my eyes, there is a wave of golden-colored waves floating in front of me, which is the ripe charm of wheat seedlings. Head down to listen to the wheat seedlings in the land in the heavy breathing, listen to the wind in the crop field whispering, the villagers heart is full of comfort and quiet. When I was a child, I would hold hands with my sister and hunt for birds in the wheat fields for fear of the annoying sparrows stealing the fruits of my parents' labor. With a chirp, the tiny sparrow saw me fleeing, and I shook my sister's hands excitedly for the fleeing sparrow, as if I had become a daughter who could help my parents or be useful to them. My childish face was full of triumph and pride, which made me laugh at the autumn wind that was about to blow by, and comforted the wheat seedlings that stood majestically and proudly in the ground. In his native land, I quietly sowed a seed called "home" in my heart, and watered a warm dream with my long thoughts - thoughts in the heart, feel the cherry blossoms hurt and the sound of the call of home.... ...
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7. Please write a 600-word essay on the topic of "Attachment"Attachment is the deep thought of one heart to another heart. It is the link between the feelings of (family, friendship, love). Attachment is a kindred spirit, is a wisp of love, is a kind of happiness. Since ancient times, there has been the beautiful legend of "Southeast Peacock Flight", the ancient song of "Meng Jiangnu Weeping at the Great Wall", the sadness and happiness of "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" and "Thinking of the king is like the full moon, the night is reduced to a clear light". All of this describes that because of the attachment to the end of the face gradually thin until pay the life. Which because of the attachment and show that a share of the true and sincere sad and beautiful emotions, let us realize that the attachment is the best way to identify the depth of feelings, which reflects the length of the emotional attachment. Attachment is a most precious emotion between people, it has no false impurities, there is no utilitarian color, in the floods and earthquakes and other disasters, our public security fighters, fire fighters, the People's Liberation Army fighters, minute by minute, second by second, attached to the people's safety and security of the masses, they were born into the death in the first line of the song can be sung and praised song of war. When parents are not around their children, they are always concerned about their children. They are concerned about their children's health; they are concerned about their children's studies; they are also concerned about their children's performance. This is the concern of great parents. Attachment is generous giving and selfless devotion, deep blessings and silent prayers. Concerned about the poor mountainous areas, care for mountain children, care for the terminally ill, physically handicapped vulnerable groups, countless aspirants, selfless donations, enthusiastic to help, this share of attachment to the earth has more touching stories. Sometimes, attachment is a cup of strong feelings of agar, and a goodbye good wishes, the parents of the children's attachment, like a cloud, with the sky of the birds drifting around, the poor over thousands of mountains and rivers, lingering in the hearts of the children. The attachment between brothers and sisters, like a mountain stream, clear and transparent. As long as the mountains do not age, it will murmur and flow endlessly. The attachment between husband and wife, ah, like a word, lingering far away, often make the tears of longing towel. What's more, the ties between friends do not contain blood, can often give people infinite strength and courage. Attachment is a real, real details of behavior: buy a pill, send a cup of hot water is the performance of attachment, ask a "good morning", say "good night", is the performance of attachment, a card, a letter home, a phone call, a message! A greeting card, a letter from home, a phone call, a message. A card, a letter, a phone call, a message. I have learned .
8.14. [Writing Guidance] This writing training is a topic essay.
First of all, we should focus on the topic "miss" clear writing object, can be a person who makes you attached, can also be a piece of goods you once had Then choose one or two typical examples of specific vivid description, to show that you miss the reason, and then highlight the theme. Write people, you can write their own familiar, close, and now not in their own side of the family, classmates or friends, think about what things can best reflect the reasons for you to miss, in life, learning, behave, etc. They have given you how to teach or influence; write things, you can write you once had, with a special significance of a toy, a piece of clothing, a book, or even carry your childhood happiness of the hometown, Old house, etc., to write the origin of the object, characteristics, it has what significance to you in your growth process, and so on.
When organizing the material, there must be a clue throughout, making the article organized. [Excellent Example] The Taste of Missing From sunrise to sunset, from sleep to wakefulness, the heart has long been flooded with missing.
Brother, I miss you all the time. I'm not sure how much I'm going to miss it, but I'm going to miss the warmth you gave me.
That warmth is like the spring of my life, make my heart blossom, make me try to move forward.3 But you are no longer by my side, the only way I can enjoy the inexplicable happiness is to miss you, but the taste of missing is how bitter...! When I step into my home again, there is no longer the smile you greeted me with, because you are in another city working hard for your thesis; when I switch the TV program to "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" again, there is no longer your patient exhortation beside my ear, because you are in another city running around for your work. So I miss you every day, miss your smile and words.
Whenever I miss you, a sour feeling keeps coming, and that bitter taste echoes in my heart. The flavor of missing, so bitter.
Whenever I sat in front of the computer paint crazy general surfing the Internet, you will always use a variety of ways to drive me off the computer table, and then told me to write has piled up into a mountain of homework, and now even if I play a day and night in front of the computer, there will be no one to supervise me like you. When I was dissatisfied with the guests and play temper, you will always be in my back hard whack, but now let me to the guests as strangers as cold when, around me to accompany me is only the air.
Now you are far away from home, for their own future and struggle. But I still miss your seriousness and criticism of me.
Sour heart, really something else in the heart ah, miss the taste Good sour. I remember that winter, I suddenly had a high fever, mom and dad are not at home, and finally it is you in the bone-chilling cold wind for me to buy antipyretic.
I still remember that time when I was shopping, when I crossed the street, suddenly there was a speeding car drove over. You immediately ran over and pushed me away, and fortunately the car braked in time.
But the picture of you pushing me away still comes to my mind from time to time. I miss you, I miss your care and concern for me.
Whenever I recall these warm images, my heart will always be sweetly touched. The flavor of missing, so sweet.
I would like to hide the goodness of my missing in my heart, and taste the flavor of missing, although there are bitter, table sour and sweet. However, the miss of my brother has become an eternal treasure in my heart and will inspire me to move forward forever.
[Comments] This article from the point of view of taste to the topic of ideas, combined with specific examples written out of the three flavors of miss - bitter, sour, sweet, refreshing. The whole text to "miss the flavor" as a clue throughout, the first and last echo makes the line of thought clear, complete structure.
The small author in the description of each flavor of miss, respectively, selected two small daily events, every bit reflects his brother's care and love for their own, highlighting the theme.