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The swirling snow, the gloomy sky, seems to be the background for the separation. Tears, for "separation", are all too familiar!
Son and Mother
Crowded platform, busy crowd, a pair of kind eyes appear particularly eye-catching, walking beside her son is about to travel. Her pace is a little heavy, some slow, she wished she could spend more time with her son in this last moment, even if it's just a minute, a second, she will cherish. Time never waits for anyone, and her son finally got on the train and left. Still standing on the platform, she waved really, really hard at the window where her son was! Tears welled up in her eyes, full of reluctance.
Teachers and Students
The sky was cloudless and a bit gray. Autumn wind quietly brushed the corridor outside the classroom. It was quiet, really quiet. Not a single person spoke, just quietly listening to the teacher. On the podium stood two teachers, do not be surprised, one is a new teacher, one is about to be separated from us with three years of teachers. After the words, there seemed to be the sound of tears flowing, yes, it was the students who cried, many, including me. Sadness, reluctance, yes, the mood is like this. A tear, plucked the softest strings of the heart, silent, but sad. It's a little hard to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks.
Sister and friend
While I have not experienced a tearful separation from my friends, my sister has. After graduating from junior high school, many of my classmates had to part ways. On the grass under the starry sky, my sister sat with her friends, a party, I guess! There were many words, as if they were afraid that they would never have the chance to speak again. Laughter, echoing under the night sky. At that time, as if everything was beautiful, but behind the beauty there is sadness waiting, right? In the end, left behind, and separate tears ......
But people do not often say "the world does not have a feast"? The first thing you need to do is to remember that you've had a good time!
I have experienced separation, I have been separated from the tears, I understand the separation of the unspeakable sadness, but I think: remember the joy of sadness than tears to come more real!
Separation = tears? Not necessarily. Separation is a small station in our lives, and when we grow up, we will experience many more such stations, so why don't we take it as a training for our own life?
Everyone can be a poet at the time of separation, and smiling goodbye will be the most beautiful silhouette.
That time of separation, it was raining.
June day, the doll's face, say change, Jing's eyes are full of sadness, covered with a thick layer of sunlight also can not penetrate the dark clouds. "Jing, what's wrong with you?" You looked at me, your lips moved but no sound came out. Silence- "Yeon, I'm transferring to another school." I seemed to meet a thunderbolt, stood up violently, five years of schoolmates, five years of confidants, how many times we laughed and embraced each other in the flowers, said it was never to separate.
The day I sent Jingde, the fog was very foggy, pattering rain ticking, you sent me a thousand stars, I cried, tears and rain mixed together.
That time separately, my heart was choking.
Black January - is ten days after the New Year, the streets are still decorated, Grandpa, was at the beginning of the year to go, very peaceful, in front of the door under the old vine tree, how many times, you told me the old story, and how many times, you sighed softly under the tree, in the season of the first bloom of the flowers, you walk away with a smile. I can't cry anymore, looking at the withered vine tree, my heart is like a knife, why I haven't led you to see the mighty river, didn't send you a hand-woven bamboo basket, the month is long, the thought is long ......
I went to visit the place where you belonged - the yellow land that is full of farmers' flavor.
That time we parted, the smile was bright.
A good teacher with a smile to say goodbye, she said, smile is the most beautiful. Once, we laughed and cried together, and it was you who made us look for the long-lost joy. No one is foolish enough to fight against happiness, but in this story, the ending is fixed and cannot be changed. You said, "It's a small world, we will meet." Your smile, as clear as a lake, sensitized me, like the sun warmed the earth.
What else can I say? Leave a sweet smile ......
I think, I am not strong enough.
Time does not dilute the feelings of wine, distance can not pull the hand of love. With separation, true love is worth remembering, not every straight line has an intersection, not every intersection will meet, since there is a chance to meet, in the farewell, please do not cry.
Separation is not equal to goodbye forever Essay on the topic of separation 3In this time of time like an arrow, the sun and the moon like a shuttle, I have spent 14 spring and autumn, I do not understand why life has to face separation? Is this the so-called growing pains?
Since I was a child, I was a little timid, not willing to leave the warmth of the harbor - mother's embrace, sometimes because my mother is not at home, I will be crying, I was like a shadow like a sticky mother. When I was a child, the most painful thing for me was to go to school, as long as the mention of school, I was like a thunderbolt, so scared that I cried. I couldn't escape from the palm of Buddha, and my family always tried to send me to school by all means. My mother used my favorite candy to trick me into going to school, and I was so naive that I took the bait. At first, I thought I was very smart, when I found myself in an unfamiliar environment, I realized that I was fooled, and I had to wow and cry.
Growing up, the end to leave the warmth of home. In my mother's thousands of instructions, I stepped into the elementary school campus, at first every day in homesickness, daydreaming, night dreaming, dreaming of their own in the home, waking up will be sad to drop tears. Then for a while, I had a lot of companions to spend time with, and the teacher who guided me through the process, I was no longer as homesick as before, because this is our home. We studied, played and rested happily together, and I thought it was the happiest thing in the world. As time goes by, I have spent six years happily in this big family and will soon be parting. My mind has been floating in our laughter, we have been together to struggle, together with the picture of hard work, the campus we printed footprints ...... Time waits for no one, I can only use tears to commemorate this wonderful.
I know I can not always be so naive, we will eventually have to face society, see the storm. Junior high school, I chose Xingtai's middle school, left home, left the warm embrace of the mother, flying far away. In the middle school campus, it is difficult for me and my mom to see each other, but I no longer drop tears as easily as before, I believe that I have grown up, I began to thrive. The separation in elementary school had a great impact on me, and I often wondered why people had to face separation. I didn't realize that when I got to middle school I would have to separate classes, and the friendships I had just established would have to be torn apart again? I think of the scene of each separation, sadness returned, but I know this is in order to be able to grow into a better self.
In the separation again and again to become strong, this is the growth. The road of life is long and distant, there may be a lot of separation in the future, as long as we live a full life, learn to cherish, and turn the separation into a forward momentum on the road of life, there are no regrets.
Because I'm about to graduate and leave my dear friends, I'm sweating with the red sun, but I don't feel the heat of summer, but I feel the sourness of parting, and today we are all in a very low mood because we are about to leave the school that has been with us for six years, the teachers who have taught us knowledge, and my classmates who have brought me laughter, and those wonderful Memories, as if in my eyes reappeared, somehow I flowed out of the crystalline teardrops.
I walked to the classroom with a heavy step, I hugged my classmates one by one, the heart of the reluctance to burst out, we comforted each other and said goodbye, until the teacher entered the classroom.
Our tears, like a lake that never dries up, flowed in our eyes.
We listened to the teacher's orders, obediently went downstairs, stood in line, waiting for the cameraman for us to take the first graduation photo of our lives, we were waiting for the process, no students whispering, no students playful play, but are all standing quietly, just standing quietly ......
Finally, it was our turn. We are, we came to the camera in good order, I squeeze out a smile, listening to the sound of the camera pressing the button, I immensely cherish and classmates with the time, that is how happy!
A few days later, I got my graduation photo, and wrote everyone's name on the back of the photo, so that when I saw them again, I could say their names without hesitation and smile at them.
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue. 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 in the future! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Life is a rare reunion, only parting more ......
Life is destined to parting more, less reunion, time to be able to turn back the clock, I will certainly go to cherish, because the time with you, is the most beautiful, everyone's heart is the most kind, in the simple, but unfortunately, the world does not have a feast without dispersal. Let's go look forward to the next reunion!
Separation is only for the next meeting!
Essay 5 on the topic of partingIn January, a new friend joined my family: my favorite puppy, DouDou. Perhaps it is because I have only a three-minute fever for everything; perhaps it is because Doudou makes a mess of the house; perhaps it is because of the endless irritation in my heart that makes me neglect Doudou, the friend I have been pleading for two years to get.
Gradually, my love for the beans did not diminish, but because of the irritation, impatience, I have felt that the beans will soon leave me.
Later, my laziness and idleness were noticed by my mother, so the words "I'll send Doudou away if you don't behave" have become a threat to me. But the more she threatened, the more impatient I became, gradually, I began to alienate the beans, once I had a good time with it, but no longer.
On June 1, my mom and I gave Doudou a bath, and it was a happy afternoon. After all the hair was dry, my mom inexplicably took Doudou away, and by then, I already felt something was wrong, and I was more and more worried.
In the evening, mom came back, as I expected, only mom alone, doudou sent away! My heart can not help but a burst of acid, the indisputable tears have been non-stop in the eyes, "can not fall", I said to myself that no big deal, but I understand that I can not leave it.
It's been a night since I left Doudou, and the next morning, when my mom went out and I was left alone in the house, an inexplicable feeling of loneliness surrounded me. I missed it, and I knew it would never come back, but I still wanted to fantasize that it would be back in a while. In the past, when I was the only one left at home, I wouldn't be lonely, because DouDou would always play with me, it wouldn't leave me, but I didn't expect that, after a short time, this dream of hoping for eternity was shattered.
Every morning, I woke up, I will be the first time to open the door, how I look forward to, when I open the door again, doudou will come back, back to my side to, however, my hope again and again fall through, but I will not give up, I will always wait.
If separation makes me know how to cherish, then I'd rather not know, not separate.
Essay 6 on the topic of partingWhat is parting? Is it the separation of yin and yang?
What is separation? Is it the separation between friends? I'm not sure if I'm a good person or a good person. My parting is that my mother went out to work. This kind of separation doesn't hurt. For some people, it's just a matter of getting used to it. But I can't. Because I have always been brought by my parents around, and mother's separation will naturally have a kind of incomparable reluctance.
A Sunday night, I was excited to rush home, intending to talk to my parents, chatting, because two days do not see, miss them too much. But as soon as I got home, before I put my school bag, my mother spoke up and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow." When I heard that, I started to feel low. I didn't want to part with my mother because of this, I don't know when and how I will see each other. Just the next time, I can only pretend to be happy to spend the night.
The next morning, I woke up and saw my mother also washing up, so I washed up as fast as I could and waited for my mother to go with me (she went to the station to catch a bus and I went to school). "Mom, let's hitchhike!" "Well, let's go!" I used a happy tone to hide my dismay and sadness, I didn't want my mom to know I was sad.
Almost to the gate, mom only said: "At home to study well oh." I only responded: "Uh-huh!" This "uh" is really hard for me to say, because the sadness blocked my throat. Taking advantage of the darkness of the morning, my tears flowed uncontrollably. Along the way, my mother and I said nothing and stayed silent. We chose to spend the morning in silence, and I didn't even say "goodbye". The rest of the way to school, I was so depressed that I couldn't put it into words.
I really regret that I didn't say "goodbye" to my mother when we parted. I'd like to take this opportunity to say a few words to you, mother: "Bye, mom! When you go there, call back and take good care of yourself, I can't be with you anymore, take care. Take care. Don't worry, I'll study hard. You should work hard too. I'm waiting for your money to study. I wish you all the best in your work and be happy every day. I love you forever!
After the separation is really not a taste, so sad to see my mother leave! But there is no such thing as an unending banquet, today our mother left us to go out because of the livelihood, and one day, we will leave our parents to start their own business! "People have sadness and joy, the moon has a cloudy and round, this matter can not be complete. But I wish for a long time, a thousand miles of ****chan."
Separation makes me understand the depth of friendship Separation as the topic of the essay 7
Wave, say goodbye may be no more than a simple ceremony of separation, but wave, say goodbye have team me to seem so powerless. This kind of sunny day does not seem to be suitable for separation, but walking on the road I know what I will face, what I will see.
Muddled into the hospital, the pungent smell of disinfectant water filled my nose, the air leaked a touch of dead silence, the heavy atmosphere of the pressure of the heart of the people can not breathe, the medical equipment issued by the beeping sound, and then no one on the corridor seems particularly obvious, to the heart of the people to add a touch of panic, went to the door of the hospital room, spit a mouthful of turbulent air, pushed the door open, and walked into.
The bedside gathered all the women in the family, the bed is my grandmother, was tortured by the disease of thin bones, this is tall she appeared to be more weak on the bed, because of chemotherapy, hair has fallen out of the light, wearing a white hat, thin and pale face is full of wrinkles, from time to time coma and sometimes open her cloudy eyes to look at us.
"Wipe your grandmother's face, maybe you'll never see her again." Mom spoke up, her voice looking so tired.
I grabbed the towel and gently wiped her face, tracing her contours with my fingertips as if trying to carve her into my brain. I was surprisingly calm, just rubbing quietly and silently.
Back home, I kept staring at my fingertips, gently touching them, as if I were looking at my grandmother's face, trying to carve her into my heart.
In the evening, it seemed to go with the flow, and Grandma was gone, gone forever. I didn't go to the hospital, just sat silently in my room, listening to the shouts and cries of the crying outside. I silently said goodbye to my fingers. Tears somehow escaped and ran down the corners of my mouth. It was salty, bitter, so bitter I wanted to bawl, so bitter I squinted involuntarily. Grandma, goodbye.
At Grandma's funeral, the whole world was white, and I remembered Grandma's white hat on her thin face. Tears seemed to want to flow again, shook my head, my eyes regained clarity, and to the distant casket, I said, Grandma, goodbye.
Grandma's departure made me suddenly realize that there is no such thing as an unbroken feast under heaven, and that separation is something you have to go through in life.
Growing up in Separation Essay on the topic of Separation 8
In everyone's life, we have experienced many firsts, some of which make you feel happy, some sad, some surprised ...... and some of which are actually unforgettable and haunting. --Title
The first time to make us feel grown up, they have confidence; they lost and feel sad, but can not be found back, and my first time to make me feel pushed after the can temporarily get back, but will also be lost. This first time is to say goodbye to their elementary school classmates and teachers that they spend time with.
I think, this first time we all encountered, but they do not want to encounter.
The first time we parted ways, my teacher and I couldn't talk about the same things as we always did, always talking about the same things, asking questions in the teacher's office,....... In the separation, we fly that we can not be together every day, but we still often think of the teachers and classmates, together for the ideal struggle of the scene: together in the examination room to write a satisfactory answer sheet ......, it is because of these, we are still like in elementary school, in the Teacher's Day to prepare a small gift back to the school, and the teacher together to chat!
The first time we parted, so that we feel that once we are how carefree, and we are in elementary school students in the same secondary school, or can be commonly seen, usually often together than the results, than the rankings, to see who is better, the gap between where, because of these, we say "goodbye" to each other, but the "forever". "Farewell"! So also because of the separation, and forget the former friends, and six years, the establishment of friendship. Because of this, we are still best friends, and still have the most "powerful" friendship.
This first separation, let me know: said goodbye but not forever, good memories can still be retained, the friendship will continue to "power", the struggle and the game can continue, the gap and the shortcomings will make up for each other.
Some of the first time in life, let us unforgettable, and lingering in the heart. Because you can always continue to get inspiration from it, and get some satisfaction from it.
Essay on the topic of parting 9Parting sorrows hold my memories, and I will have no words to send them off.
When I was little
The afterglow of the setting sun spread that orange-red color on my little face through the gaps in the leaves. Tilting my head up, my mom stood on the path with her luggage, the warm wind brushed her cheeks and gently ruffled the broken hair on her forehead. The deep pupils of the reflection of the childish and ignorant me snuggled next to Grandma. Mom grabbed her bags heartlessly and turned around, took two steps, then turned back and squinted, trying not to let anything drip out of her eyes, and then turned back and ran hastily, as if fleeing from something. Only I stared in my grandmother's arms.
That year was the first time I witnessed the departure of a loved one. My mom entrusted me to my grandma's care because of her work, and at that time, my heart was empty and I didn't know the sadness of parting.
Growing up
Or that year's scene, just look at the parents who came to take me back to the city of that home, I still tightly shrink in the arms of the grandmother. The mother's eyes swept through a trace of disappointment and despair, just trying to hold up a familiar but strange smile. Years of hard work had pulled the corners of her eyes, which were originally smooth and unmarked, into crow's feet one after another. I hesitantly broke away from my grandmother's embrace, realizing that what was waiting for me was no longer a crude meal, but a superior life. I poked my head carefully out of the car window, and saw the aged figure that saw me off gradually being banished from view. Somehow, looking at the smiling parents, my heart is aching, like a small piece of broken glass gently embedded in the bottom of the heart.
That year, I watched my grandmother leave my life, and only then was I able to realize that farewells can be so difficult and torturous.
And now
The cold, heavy tin and the wall hit the ear-piercing sound in my head, the whole hall dead general silence, quiet to make people shiver. I leaned my head against the cold glass window and watched my grandmother being pushed into that black abyss. The firelight wavered, and my tears sprang out of my eyes in an instant, as if a gaping hole had been opened somewhere, and I could only fill its void with tears. I did not cry out for fear of disturbing my grandmother's peaceful face, I just squatted down, buried my head y in the crook of my arm, and recalled my past with my grandmother for a long time.
This time, it is the parting of life and death, this time a goodbye, never to meet again. I can only say goodbye to the departing one with a wordless farewell.
Now I understand that the farewell was so painful. I think the best way to explain this is to say goodbye without words.
The days of separation
Six years have gone by in a flash, and my elementary school life is coming to an end, and I'm going to say goodbye to it. In this elementary school career, I really mean to live and learn, is after knowing Mr. Qin.
In the five years that I have been following Mr. Qin, I have come to know what learning is and what kind of life is meaningful. I used to think that the most important thing in life was just to play.
I just remembered that I entered this school in September of that year, and I never thought that it was the first stop on the voyage of life.
A rainy dusk. I was ready to go home at the end of the school day with my backpack on. A classmate called me to the office, saying that Mr. Qin was calling me. I was the first time I encountered such a situation, the heart is very uneasy: what in the end? Had I done something wrong? In my mind there has always been this idea: be found by the teacher to talk alone will not have good things happen.
I walked into the office with some trepidation. After the teacher said a few words, I was freezing because I was wearing less. The teacher took my cold little hand and said very warm words. I went out of the office heart warm and happy! On the way home, I didn't care how heavy the rain was and whether my shoes were dirty.
5 years, I can be said to accompany the six (2) class grew up. I watched it slowly become a robust 'teenager, the heart can not say how to feel. Watching Mr. Qin for the family to work too much too much, day by day more than a day of hard work.
Qin teacher 5 years in the class spent too much effort, building a book class, open reading class, online shopping public **** reading, submission, compiling a collection of masterpieces, guiding the small teacher to change the workbook ...... so that we can learn better, really paid too much. However, we can not meet the wishes of the teacher, even bring some honor to the class do. Qin teacher often in the language class talk about the sky, the sky, but we all like to listen to, especially admire the teacher's eloquence and knowledge. I have long been accustomed to, have long been away from this home.
Now, we will be in this summer, scattered in a sea of people, no matter how time flies, can not take away our former acquaintance. So sad, but some things will not fade because of the passage of time, some people will not forget because they do not see each other often, in my heart you are my family.
Mr. Qin's message to me is: When others are concerned about whether you fly high, far not far, I am concerned about whether your flight is happy. Signed: your teacher, your friend - Qin Kebo.
to separate as the topic of the essay 11always thought and others are not the same, always thought that they are very cold-blooded, heaven forbid that they are not afraid of parting. Until today.
20xx class of elementary school graduation win together on the last day. After today, we are going to run away from each other. Beginning to want to believe that we get together is to one day say can see you again. Otherwise the word "goodbye" would lose its meaning. I'm afraid I'll shed a tear. After six years of living together, even friends who used to fight seem to hate each other less. I began to stop actively making friends, I began to fear parting. I have quite a few friends of my own now, and perhaps they will leave one by one, walking away from one circle and blending into another. I want to quietly watch them leave, I have no way to use any gorgeous or ordinary words to describe the feelings of parting. Just like what Anne Baby said, watching them leave one by one, what's left, are friends. And I will be forced to walk into another circle, albeit with lingering and sadness.
I didn't tell any of my friends about my reluctance to leave, because that only made each other more silent.
I remember the last class was the classroom teacher's class, a class to say goodbye, the other students listened very carefully and attentively, much quieter than the previous class, I desperately looked at the teacher, feeling that after tomorrow, I will not be able to see the current classroom teacher. I thought to myself, "Now I'm looking back on every day, we're a bunch of idiots. The teachers were actually quite cute. Although sometimes the math teacher lost her temper and was scary. Although the English teacher had a lot of homework. Although the language teacher once punished us for copying books. But compared to other teachers, they were much cuter. How could I suddenly find them cute? Could it be a subtle thing at work? That something was called feelings. After class, students coincidentally walked to their most familiar classmates smile goodbye, in fact, we have 10,000 heart reluctant to leave.
Separated, I walked at the end of the watch everyone go to the east ......
to separate as the topic of the essay 12This summer, is my alma mater - Weifang Zhongxin Bilingual School spent the last summer. The joys and sorrows I experienced in the past six years have become the best memories between me and my classmates. At the moment of separation, I truly understood the meaning of friendship.
Friendship is a strange thing. When you have it, you don't know how to cherish it; when you lose it, you realize how valuable it is. In six years, we are happy and growing in each other's playfulness, cheek to cheek, and also sad and frustrated in wailing and crying, but in the final analysis, it is happy and beautiful. I would trade one-third of my life years for the cozy days of elementary school, but time doesn't go back, and this is just a reverie.
"Swallows go, there is a time to come back; willow withered, there is a time to green again; peach blossom thank you, there is a time to open again ......" However, time passes, but never return to the time. I remember another time, classmates did not bring a pen, I picked the most inferior one to borrow her, the result got her handful of ink, I can not help but laugh. And she looked at me intently and swore that she would never have me as a friend again. And just like that, I thought I had lost such a close friend since then. Instead, on the day of the graduation ceremony, she took the initiative to find me and hugged my shoulders and cried uncontrollably. She said, "We are going to part soon, I really can't leave you!" I was also y infected: "Good friend, no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget you!" That day, almost all of us shed the most sincere tears, and we hugged each other. On that day, the originally sunny sky suddenly rained, probably God was also touched by our friendship!
In the past study life, we often entangled in some trivial matters, now looking back, really hate themselves then why not a little more generous? Guestbook, classmate records ...... I think just written expression or communication way just, and my heart, only really each other in contact with the scene is the most unforgettable!
That parting, so that usually had not thought about the separation of me, finally understand the friendship between classmates deep. I don't know when I can meet them, but I firmly believe that as long as there is this thought in my heart, our friendship will last forever!
The best way to separate with a smile is to separate as the topic of the essay 13
Life is so, as the saying goes, "today's parting for tomorrow's reunion", this time to separate for the next time to get together. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all your old friends and family members. The parting of loved ones is painful, the parting of friends is heartbreaking.
When I was young, I didn't understand what it meant to be separated, and I grew up to understand it. Now I have experienced two partings, the first is the kindergarten, the second is the elementary school. The parting of the elementary school makes me feel very y, after this parting, we are scattered all over the place. When I think back, it was so wonderful that we were in the same school, in the same playground, at the same time, starting every day with the sunrise and stopping every day with the sunset, learning in the same classroom. Learning in the same classroom. When you were competing, you worked hard to earn points for your class, and we shouted for your efforts. We have company when we are sad, and we laugh together when we are happy. Friends are the most precious gift to me. I don't know how to cherish them when we are together, and I can't bear to part with them when we are apart. Friends together will sometimes be noisy and quarrelsome, but this makes our feelings deeper and more reluctant to give up each other.
When I feel that I can not be a friend to give me encouragement; when I am sad, it is a friend to give me comfort; when I am sick, it is a friend to give me warmth; when I was bullied by others, it is a friend to stand up for me; when I feel the heart is not good to feel that my friends are willing to listen to my heart. I have thought many times about the scene and mood of friends reunion, but only personal experience will understand, friends meet how cozy.
There is a song that is not sung like this: these years alone. The wind is also over the rain is also gone, there have been tears have been wrong, still remember to adhere to what. I'm sure you'll understand, I'll be lonely, I'll look back, I'll have a dream, I'll have you in my heart. Friends walk together for a lifetime, those days no longer have, a word for life, a love a cup of wine. Friends have never been lonely, a friend you will understand, there are still hurt and pain, but also to go and I. Yes! Make a friend out of a true heart, our heart only friends understand, we have to cherish friends, cherish everyone around.