In real life or work and study, we all often see the figure of the essay, right? The essay can be divided into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the different time limits for writing. Writing an essay is clueless? The following is my carefully organized thoughts of loved ones essay (selected 11), welcome to read, I hope you will like it.
Thinking of loved ones Essay Part 1The golden leaves left the treetops, fluttering in the air like butterflies, and finally falling silently to the ground in a soft arc. A piece of golden yellow, for the cold and silent streets for the most beautiful embellishment, gradually, the flavor of autumn thick up. Autumn is here again.
"Every festive season is twice as long as the family" maple leaves are red, and the Chongyang Festival is here. I set foot on the road of my hometown. The muddy path in the past. Now also very friendly, the roadside scenery is still the same. Just feel more added a sadness. Because of the sight of people, and things are not the same. Yes, Chongyang Festival, it is inevitable that people recall the past, the past, the past, the past everything. More inevitably let people touch the scene hurt, inadvertently, I remembered my late, dear grandfather. The laughter of my grandfather in the past, again in my mind, so that my thoughts of him in the autumn wind more intense.
A few years ago, a Chongyang Festival. At that time Grandpa was still with us. He was a very lively and lovely "old boy", because he had an evergreen heart and a broad mind. His smile. Is so bright, clear and kind, his everything, are infected with people around.
But old age, illness and death - the irreversible laws of nature, eventually let Grandpa from now on into the past, only to leave us like a maple leaf-like memories, Xu Xu fell, heavy pressure in the heart. That bright smile has been fixed since then. At that moment, I seemed to grow up, understand the sadness and happiness of the world, understand what is affection, and understand that we should cherish all this in the world.
Now the Chongyang Festival, I stood in the past on the road, Xi Xi autumn wind, mixed with thoughts, blowing messy my thoughts, throughout the ages, people like sad autumn. I finally understand where this "sadness" comes from. "I know that the brothers climbed high, all over the Cornus fewer than one". At this moment, I repeatedly chewed the rhyme of this poem, tasted the "less one" contains the heavy thought, which has the reality of helplessness and the memory of the past. I am in this misty autumn color, trying to find yesterday a scene of precious images, unknowingly, the sun has slipped to the mountains, like a yellow pomegranate.
"The setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk," I mumbled in my heart, and set off on my way home ......
Thinking of Loved Ones Essay Part 2One day, three years ago, we used a pile of yellow soil to gently send away my grandma, who would be sleeping forever, and when that When the moment came, my consciousness gradually awake: I will never be able to talk to my grandma, this is the last time to see her, the evening wind blew, I suddenly messed up my thoughts.
Today, three years later, I still miss, and never forget, I remember when I was a child, once grandma was sleeping, I was writing homework next to her, grandma suddenly called: "There are ants." I didn't care, thinking that my grandma was just playing around, so I called back, "No, you go to sleep, I still have to study. "As soon as I heard the word study, my grandma never said anything again. It was only when I finished my homework and helped her cover the blanket that I realized that on the back of my grandma's hand, there were five or six ants, and I understood at once. Grandma's forgiving greatness made me can not help but shed hot tears, and her love for me, so silent and gentle.
Grandma although she can not take care of themselves, but still educate me to be down to earth, I remember once I did not do well in the exam, went home and lost his temper, and then my mother was angry, and beat me severely, after the incident, I was lying on the ground and crying grandma did not let me get up, but just with a calm tone of voice said to me: "Find the reasons for this, and to be a human being can not be floated. " Grandma's calm language makes me calm down, take the initiative to pick up the books and learn to learn, now I think, grandma's help to me is very big.
The moonlight is so soft, grandma how I want to see you again.
A light sentence of longing, carrying much heartache, grandma I have endless thoughts of you, as if a lonely boat, slowly rowing in the sea of the heart, that is the water of sadness, dull line, in the other world you have been so watching ......
Thinking of relatives Essay Part 3In winter. The wind is blowing, the snowflakes are flying in the sky, I miss her.
Her face, her face, I remember it well. Thoughts, she used to cover me with her hand. Thoughts, every word she used to say to make me laugh. I miss her hardworking and selfless figure. Thoughts of her graying temples. Thoughts of you passing me by, sad and upset, tears wetting my skirts, I miss you. You smiled before all the difficulties. I know you loved me, because your love infected not only me, but the family as well. Thinking of a bright and emotional topic, I miss you, Grandma, I miss you busy in the kitchen. I miss you, Grandma, I miss your busy figure in the kitchen. I miss your busy figure in the warehouse. Look, the family photo on the wall with the joyful atmosphere is our souvenir. I think of you, I miss you, Grandma, I love you. The winter night is silent, in the house lit a candle, illuminated all the past, like a movie hovering in front of the eyes, every minute, every second, have evoked my memories of you. When I was a child, you are very good to me, what good things are first to me, I write homework you also constantly urge me to study, take me out to play ...... these are all undeletable memories. Your knife cut wrinkles, carved out your hard work and labor. You that a trace of white hair, painted the vicissitudes of the years. My dream! Distant, pining for your face written with hard labor. Beautiful, flawless, now washed by the years is no longer beautiful.
Thinking of this your good to me, remember the heart of your love for me.
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Once upon a time, you were still by my side.
Whenever I came home happily, you ran out from the kitchen and asked me if I was hungry. Now I remember that I got love from your eyes.
When was the last time you were by my side?
When I went home in frustration after losing my exams, you ran out of the kitchen and asked me about my results. I was so happy to see you, I didn't know how to say it. When you know the results you did not get angry, but smiled and said to me: "Failure is the mother of success, this loss is not equal to the future loss." I saw hope in your eyes.
Once upon a time, you were still by my side.
Into junior high school, the end of the military training, you deliberately come to pick me up, see me, your eyes wet, teardrops from your wrinkled cheeks rolled down, from your tears I saw the joy of the harvest.
You are the grandmother who cares for me and loves me.
Gradually, I can see that you are getting old.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a baby in her arms, and I've never seen her with a baby in her arms.
In junior high school away from home, you still care about me, always afraid that I can not eat well, every time my mother came to let my mother to bring me a lot of good food. Mom said, you want me, also want to come to see me, but because of the family is very busy, coupled with the body is not good so did not let you come. My heart sank when I heard my mom's words.
The wind blew, cool, as the wind is also thinking of you, I am how much I want to accompany the wind to fly to your side ah ......
Thinking of relatives Essay Part 5Another Saturday night, the home is still cold and quiet, in this quiet night, I sat alone under the apple tree by the side of the dojo, looking at the sky bright
I clearly remember, in the evening of a summer night, the sound of frogs everywhere, like a symphony, coupled with my mother's storytelling, I was not happy. I jumped around in my mother's arms and almost fell to the ground. My mother frowned a little, and when she saw my mischievous behavior, a little smile appeared on her face. What happened afterward, I have forgotten. But my mother's face at that time, I remember it vividly, has been y imprinted in my rippling mind.
That time I had a cold. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. 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, and I was in the middle of the night.
After seeing me, busy asking the doctor about my situation, until I fully understand that my condition is not a big problem, her anxious heart only calm down. Look at the appearance of the mother, has forgotten himself, the face of the bean-sized beads of sweat diameter drop. But she didn't care, she didn't even have time to wipe it off. Have not been seated mother, suddenly stood up, said for me to buy food. I just ate, before I finished, she has gone out. I hurriedly followed her out, and suddenly the sound of someone vomiting reached my ears, and I glanced over my head to see that it was my mother. Oh! I remembered, mom is very seasick ...... looking at the back of the mother hurriedly away, my tears like a spring like out of the sockets. My heart could not be calmed for a long time. Mother has done so much for me, and I? But take their hard-earned money in the school randomly squandered, do not work, look at my grades have been in the class is 5 after ......
"Bang bang bang bang" outside the sound of urgent footsteps, mom as soon as she entered the door with a smile on her face and said: "Look, I bought you your favorite bananas ......" mother desperately trying to restrain from gasping for air, see her like that, my heart more ashamed.
The cold wind came, only to wake me up in the happy memories. Looking at the sky, the bright full moon still hangs high in the sky. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea! At this time, I can only borrow Su Shi's "wishing for a long time, thousands of miles of *** Chan Juan" to express my feelings of longing.
It's raining, looking at my father's old back, and I realize how happy I am now ......
Today is the Qingming Festival. As a 00-year-old, I don't have too many thoughts and feelings about this festival. It seems that the Qingming Festival for us new generation is just like the old days, plain and simple. It has no significance at all in our lives.
Early in the morning, I was dragged up by my father from the nest, and took the car to go to the super mountain ancestor. This early in the morning, can stir up my good dream, my heart is very dissatisfied, but with the father's old majesty, I do not dare to have the slightest complaint. Only reluctant to go to the super mountain ancestor.
My father and I came to my grandfather's grave. My father set up offerings, holding three incense sticks in his hand, and respectfully bowed three times. So, I also follow the example of the gourd, modeled after my father bowed three times, worship ancestors. My father looked at my naughty look, very angry, but also had to helplessly shake his head.
The sun went down, a touch with will appear at the end of the day, time in my laughter and playfulness slipped away. Father and I returned home. I took an early shower and went to bed after a tiring day. Somehow, tonight, I had insomnia, perhaps because I slept early. I sat on the bed, looking at the cold moonlight outside the window, there is a trace of sadness in my heart. There was a murmured murmur in my ears. Listen more carefully, the sound actually came from the dining room, I walked to the dining room with curiosity. Only to see my father lying on the table, an empty bottle of wine collapsed on the side of the body.
Sentences murmured in my ear, I listened carefully. "Don't... don't leave me, Dad! I--I have not yet had time to repay you! How could you leave me so heartlessly? Dad ......" A tear flowed from the father's eyes, across the old face, "drip" sound, flowed into the calloused hands, leaving a trail of crystal.
How could Dad do this? At this time he is like a lost child general confused, helpless, crying to find Dad. In the past, the father is not the greatest and strongest? Why is he so helpless and small now?
The yearly Mid-Autumn Festival, and now Mid-Autumn Festival, because there is love, so that the ancient myths remain, so that some warm memories remain, tonight the moon is like water, my heart is soft as water, such as my song and dance.
Along the riverside path walking alone under the moon, memories and grandmother dependent on the eight years of time, grieving the separation of flesh and bone, heaven and earth! Can not help but tear up ......, childhood eight years, is my words dare not touch the pain. This poem at this moment, my distant water town ah, my hometown of Jiangnan moon is bright and clean peacefully?
Approaching the Mid-Autumn Moon, let the heart permanently read those who give me the warmth of the moonlit night, the memory of the autumn once whispered lingering. The night is pale, the sky is windless, and there are only spots and traces of the passing of the birds.
The night is deep, tonight asked the moon: the next Mid-Autumn Festival can there be grandmother's moonlight night? The first thing I'd like to do is to ask you if you're going to be able to get your hands on a new one. Can you allow me to stay a moment of sadness and joy chanting? Whether there is a kind of heartache continues ......
Looking away from the south, tonight to pay homage to the moon: I pray that my grandmother is safe and sound in heaven, and I pray that my relatives are safe and sound in their lives. The moon ah, you are the god of thoughts, because of thoughts, we befriended the moon, the moon night is vast, but it is difficult to carry up the long years of the river.
Time and water beside the body no longer come back, some people no longer come back, there are many no longer in the world. A person's moonlit night, quietly photographed the mid-autumn psychedelic night color, hidden into the people's hearts with the same sense I have.
Mid-Autumn Festival this evening, because there is love, the heart will become softer than gold, my boundless thoughts, just like the flow of clouds next to the moon, soft and long, perhaps, life are unable to unravel the sadness, can not be imprinted on the life of the once bright, think of this gloomy tears.
The night is deep, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, the moon is round, it is difficult to complete, since the ancient sad thing. Above the autumn water, outside the moon, I can never get out of the many ties, let me dip a few drops of autumn night cool, write these two lines of short text, the thoughts sent to the grandmother in heaven, send words of love to my relatives, blessings and peace.
A person's moonlit night, sprouting words like water, the moon ah, don't let me all the waiting as smoke, don't let the thoughts of the next life empty ......
Thinking of relatives Essay Part 8"Alone in a foreign land for a foreign guest, every festival doubly think of relatives." Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, more should be proved "twice think of relatives", although not for the "foreign guest", but especially miss their relatives ah.
The story of Chang'e running to the moon, we all know, will she miss her family? The big wide cold palace seems to have no a reunion dinner lively. If the phone could be given to Chang'e,
she would have made many, many calls:
"Dad, really. Is it really you?" "You.. Are you Chang'e?" "En!" There was some excitement on both sides. "Are you okay in Guanghan Palace? If it's not good, go home, your mom and I are waiting for you!" "It's okay in Guanghan Palace, it's just a little lonely and isolated. I'll definitely find a chance to come back. Are you and mom okay?" "Still
Not the same old thing, all old bones, don't worry about it." "So you can say so, I am your daughter after all." "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, you have eaten moon cakes?" "Eaten, that's it for today, goodbye." "Okay, call more often in the future, bye." A small sob came from the other end of the phone.
At this time, Chang'e's phone rang again, "There is another thing I forgot, the weather is turning cold, you add more clothes. That's it, bye." I do not know what is the reason, Chang'e eyes red, the corner of the eye on the flow of a tear.
"Who is it?" Came a tone of impatience. "It's me, Chang'e. Hou Yi, how have you been all these years?" "Where have you been all these years, I'm
dying of anxiety!" The attitude came to a big turnaround. "I'm doing well, so don't worry about me." "How can I not be anxious, I couldn't find
you after you 'went to heaven' that year." "I'm really doing well, so if you miss me, just look at the moon! Bye."
Chang'e looked at the earth and showed the first smile of entering the Guanghan Palace.
At this time, I am eating exquisite moon cakes, draped in transparent moonlight, looking at the bright and clean moon, what else do I ask for? What are you complaining about?
And Chang'e than, I have been very happy, at least do not have to miss.
In my childhood memories, in addition to the Spring Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival is the most lively, because my parents are very busy, I often stayed in the countryside with my grandmother when I was a child. The Dragon Boat Festival at that time made me unforgettable.
With the usual festivities, the night before the Dragon Boat Festival, Grandma would always let me sit on the edge of the bed, and tell me some of the rules of the festival, such as "no nonsense", "not to eat cold dumplings", "not to play with friends", "not to play with friends", "not to play with friends", "not to play with friends", "not to play with friends", "not to play with friends", "not to play with friends". "No messing around with your buddies" and "No playing in the water."...... I always nodded my head frequently. Grandma let me go to bed early, so that tomorrow can have a good spirit.
In the morning, I got up early, dressed in good clothes first ran to the kitchen, at this time Grandma has everything in the kitchen is well taken care of, the stove tied a few bundles of cinnamon leaves and cinnamon ropes, white and tender glutinous rice quietly lying in a small barrel full of water, like a grain of crystalline pearls, the stove placed on a few small dish, which holds a variety of materials: peanuts, bean paste, meat, red pond.
So I sat down at the table and ate my breakfast while watching my grandmother get busy.
In the countryside, the stove is on both sides, one side is used to boil water, and the other side is used to cook vegetables and rice. Grandma put the duck eggs, which had been cleaned long ago, into the cauldron, and scooped a few scoops of water into the cauldron with a wooden ladle from another pot of hot water, and then carefully put in a small spoonful of salt, and then added a few withered twigs to the stove, and then sat down beside me and started to braid my luozi.
Grandma's hands have been rough as tree bark for a long time, but she is still dexterous, and she made a red rope braid into a braid.
At this point, the eggs were also boiled, Grandma fished out one of the largest with a red paper dipped in water and dyed red, and then wiped it with a dry cloth, put it into the loop, hanging on my neck. Then, Grandma loaded my pocket with melon seeds, candy, peanuts, I tend to be very happy, because this way, I can go with my buddies to see the dragon boat race.
Thinking of loved ones Essay Part 10When Grandpa was alive, he and Grandpa went shopping together, going to the supermarket, going to the food court ...... to go here and there, and they had a great time. But suddenly, hey, grandpa got seriously ill, can not move, his father sent his grandfather to the hospital, the doctors all aspects of rescue to save his grandfather! Finally, the doctors took his grandfather back from the hands of the disease. But once again, grandpa is still the same, got a stroke, can not move, his father is still the same to send grandpa to the hospital, but this time ...... eh, people are old, no way, grandpa actually lie in the hospital bed for more than a year! Critically ill grandfather said to that child: "Children ah! Grandpa is old, grandpa tired, no strength, grandpa to go, I'm going to grandma's ah! You must study hard!" Grandpa was in tears and the child asked in confusion, "Grandpa, where are you going?" "Grandpa is going to a place far, far away." Literally a few days later, Grandpa was gone. Now, that child finally realized that Grandpa had died and he was gone forever and ever. No, no. Grandpa lives in our hearts forever and ever!
His grandfather left very suddenly. I remember it was a few days ago. That day, the child also went to his grandfather's house, grandfather in the morning is still well, so that child at ease back home, to the afternoon, a phone call to his home: "Your grandfather can not!" He and his cousin came to Qinnan Hospital. According to the doctor, Grandpa's disease was "cerebral congestion" "Prepare for the aftermath! There's nothing we can do." Adults and children listened to the tears, begging the hospital to use the best medicine, the best potion, the best equipment for grandpa to use, send the best doctors to grandpa's full resuscitation, but the hospital is also unable to do anything, "the patient's condition is in a state of danger, there is not much we can do ah!" After an hour, Grandpa closed his eyes forever. They were very sad about this!
If a person does not lose a loved one it would be so good!
I've often heard the poem "I wish you a long time, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan", especially during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so why do so many people like my favorite poem? I think it's time to talk about Su Shi.
Su Shi, a famous literary scholar of the Northern Song Dynasty, seems to love life, Su Shi, behind his poetry is something else. He had been an official in the imperial court, because he offended the emperor, was relegated to overcounty as a magistrate. At the Mid-Autumn Festival, people were reunited with their families, tasting fruits and vegetables and viewing the bright moon, only Su Shi was upset because he missed his younger brother. When he was young, he played and read with his brother every day, and they were inseparable all day long. After growing up, the two were separated, they went their separate ways, and rarely had the opportunity to meet.
I think the scene was like this. The moon was sinking in the west, and the moonlight shone in front of Su Shi's bed. Su Shi thought: why is the moon so full and bright when I am separated from my loved ones? While complaining, he thought: Who in this world has not been wronged and wronged? No one's life is perfect, everyone has sad and unpleasant times, as long as you can keep your kinship with your loved ones and be happy. So, Su Shi wrote the Song of Songs "Song of Water" that has been passed down to the next generation, people have sadness and happiness, the moon has a clear and sunny and round and missing, this matter is difficult to be complete, but I wish that people are long, thousands of miles of *** Cain Juan.
This lyric has written the heart of many people who have left their hometowns, and I, although I have never left my hometown, strangely enough, I can understand the feeling, and I also like the lyric because of it, especially those last two lines. It gives me a feeling that Su Shi is trying to use these last two lines to tell people to cherish the good time with their relatives, or they can't even see them when they grow up.