Emotional composition

In study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition about feelings, I hope it will help you.

Emotional composition 1 Snow doesn't understand the loneliness of rain. Rain doesn't understand the loneliness of snow, but do you really understand me? If you love, please love deeply!

There is a kind of love that cannot be repeated.

There is a kind of love that has never changed in the years when you and I are silently together. There is a kind of love that has never left in the years when you and I met. There is a kind of love that is slowly spreading in your life. There is a kind of love that promises you a future and blooms in the years to come.

I once fell in love with the beauty of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River because I was young and naive, until my first love ended with scars. I once fell in love with the beauty he gave me because I believed in the truth of love, until I lost to no way back. The beauty of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River finally turned into the coldest ice rain in my heart, leaving me nowhere to hide and nowhere to retreat. The delicate and charming rose that once bloomed in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River finally turned into irreparable sadness.

Blood dyed white, the truest and purest color in life, blood dyed white, and also dyed white the color of youth, until the last first love was defeated at a cruel price. I still remember the cold rain in Jiangnan at that moment, which ruined all my expectations for love.

There is a kind of love called dripping water wears away the stone.

The cold night in winter is extremely warm, because with you by my side, love is like air and oxygen. With years of companionship, your love has worn out in my world and my life, but the cold night in winter is extremely warm. Listening to music code words at home on a quiet day is another kind of leisure.

Open the online login space to read friends' messages, and open the blog to read the once words, which have become a thing of the past with the changes of years. In the past, there was nostalgia for the past, reluctance, nostalgia for the first love, reluctance to be young, and leaving such an unbearable experience to complain.

On that day, I deleted all my words in private. That day, you helped me clean up all three computers at home. You know me, you know me and I know my partner. With you around, I feel at ease. I don't care about leaving any room for this singleness. I know that in order to stick to this relationship, my lover has paid more than all feelings for me.

I still remember that I wrote in my blog more than once, "Your love has already been deeply integrated into my blood, my breath and every gap in my life!" In the years when you and I held hands, love was everywhere and existed silently.

There is a kind of love called eternal companionship.

Last night, you had something to work overtime. I am bored at home and chat with you at night. I received the information you care about, and I received your sincere thoughts on everything. Last night, you had something to work overtime. I am bored at home, chatting with you online. Receiving the video you sent made me understand what you want to see in the video before you go to work-gum porridge, drink it, take good care of yourself and eat on time. I can't understand your love for you.

Fall in love with the dribs and drabs brought by your life, your tenderness and your delicacy. In order to take care of my health, you have read almost all the prescriptions for tonifying blood and qi, and it has almost become "Chinese medicine". In fact, I understand that this is the deepest love and pity you have given me. Love spreads in every crack of my life and never gives up!

The whole world is lonely, every minute and every second is a quiet breathing sound, and the fingertips tap on the jumping keyboard, resulting in loneliness. Rubbing the dusty scars in the broken loneliness used to be so arrogant, and my eyes will always be proud. Looking at those dark eyes in the mirror, I am still a little stubborn. Silly in the journey of time waiting for the change of time, a person slowly looking for the end.

June is a sentimental season, and the rain quietly hits the cold streets, but it doesn't leave a trace of memories. Draw a big circle on the peeling wall of time, and then bury it with thoughts, maybe you can get back some memories. A threatening smile always likes a person's loneliness. I put a pair of coffee cups together, quietly looked at them in a daze, pointed my finger at my inner direction, and calmly accepted this loneliness. I don't like writing with a pen, because those dusty diaries are all drawn with that pen, and those confused words have a fragrance called the past. Maybe we can take the opportunity to forget those sharp things, leave no notes and no memories. The written words are thrown in that corner. Pain spreads in the palm of your hand, recording the beginning and end of the story. I am just a boring person, and everything is just ignorant sadness. My so-called self-esteem will be defeated in a cruel world.

A person's crossroads, looking at all these familiar things, always thought that I could see another figure leave. Leaning against the wall, lighting a white cigarette and recalling the thoughts of that night turned out to be just a fantasy of self-deception. Some things don't look back after they leave, just like her, they will turn around and say goodbye to you. What kind of words can I use to express my feelings in my heart now? I'm afraid I'm not telling the truth, but deceiving myself. Like a crossroads, I am a red light and you are a green light. Red light on, green light off, green light on, red light off. Forever mistake, if you can meet it, it is a mistake, can you say it is a beautiful mistake? Wrong is wrong. We left back-to-back, and everything was just an excuse. The sadness of dawn repeats itself in time and space. There is no platform for listening to songs that broadcast the torrent of blessings. Those gloomy silences are constantly rewritten by cool happiness, and the sweet echoes are not as deep and bitter as pure coffee. I wrote down my mood in front of the computer, but I heard the sigh of my soul. The beginning of everything is so beautiful that it is dazzling. I was so addicted to it that I forgot that everything was a mask of hypocrisy. After the injury, I began to regret it and began to fall madly. I won't sigh, will time stop?

Draw a sad picture in front of the screen and tell yourself how sad you are in a disdainful tone, but that's all, so someone can understand your pain, which is a luxury of delusion. So I walked alone, with a gorgeous helplessness at my feet, and broken memories were always mercilessly abandoned. Someone asked me what season I like, and I replied that I like winter, because the cold around me can make me feel the warmth of my heartbeat. An unhappy person's longing for life is only a trace of warmth. In winter, I am used to watching the white gas in my mouth rush around warmly, which is not big and really makes me feel a little warm. Some gloomy skies are really like memories of the past, familiar and unfamiliar.

Emotional composition 3 watery big eyes, high nose, glib mouth, dark skin, always wearing a thick ponytail. Does everyone know who she is? Yes, she is? Elegant.

Elegance and I are both representatives of mathematics, but Elegance takes her homework seriously. Once, Chen Ziying didn't finish her homework in class, but it was already time for school. He Laoshi asked Fenghua and I to continue to collect homework in the classroom, and we were going to have a training in the evening. I said to Fenghua, "Fenghua, I'm leaving first, so you can collect it." "ok." Later, I learned that I gracefully collected books until 6 o'clock that day and took the initiative to teach others to do problems. My face suddenly turned red.

Another time, we collected our exercise books together until school was over. I counted, there are 55 books, and one is short. Who is it? We both asked the leaders of the columns, and they all said they had handed it in. Tired of it, elegant and comforting. "Xin-yu huang, let's look for it. We will find it. Don't lose heart. " I said impatiently, "What are you looking for? You can't find it. What if the child was handed over to the teacher alone and didn't tell us: or even if the person didn't hand it in, when we asked him one by one, he said he did? We can't find it. Let He Laoshi handle it. He Laoshi will definitely find it. " He said gracefully and angrily, "How did this happen? It's not like you haven't seen it He Laoshi wants to change four books today. He Laoshi is so hard. If you still care about these small things, what do you want our two branch representatives to do? " "Ok, I'll look for it with you, ok."

I said I'd help you find it, but in fact, I just flipped through it and sat there reading comics. I glanced at Elegance and looked at her looking for it with her head down one by one. I don't think there's any progress I smiled and thought, "I said I couldn't find it." You still don't believe it. Believe it now! " Suddenly, elegant eyes lit up, and I went to Tian Lei's side and said to him, "Hand over the book, I have seen it." When Tian Lei was nervous, he shivered and said, "Me. What am I hiding? What is it? " Elegance suddenly came to a "looking for the moon in the sea" with lightning speed. She took out a book from Tian Lei's schoolbag and opened it. Sure enough, she didn't finish eating. She told me to finish it quickly, and then she gave it to He Laoshi. When Elegance finished all this, I found that I was sweating all over and my face turned red for a while.

Elegance and seriousness are beyond my reach, and I especially admire her.

This is my classmate? Elegant, my good friend!

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier. Open the window and let the cold raindrops whimper by with the wind. Tears of hating myself for disappointing came to my eyes again. I saw her again just now. A girl who can't let go, can't let go. A back is enough to keep me still.

We have never been in love. Accurately speaking, after a year of hard pursuit, she ignored me for half a year; Formal confession twice, only in exchange for "wishes." Today, love is too tired and my heart is tired. Although we agreed not to disturb, the past is unforgettable.

I've never been tempted by feelings before. Governing the country by self-cultivation is one's ambition and accomplishment. Emotionally, Liu Xia's life is so hard under the moon and flowers. Now I know that no one has touched my heart. But since I met her, I know this is an unprecedented move. Yes, only by abandoning all the external things of a person, such as appearance, figure, family background and financial status. The remaining good feelings are love. Obviously, I fell in love with this girl who came with the city. I hope that the meeting of the ivory tower in Shengjing will produce beautiful flowers, and that the exchange of hearts will lay the foundation of love.

However, everything is not so beautiful. I haven't heard from her for several days, so I can only leave her a message: If you really don't want to talk to me, just delete my friend, and I will understand when I see it. So, I made the last call. I can't continue this fruitless love chase for the time being, and my heart is really scarred. Maybe we can't go back to the stage of chatting with friends; Perhaps, only relative silence is the best distance.

Now, I seem to be ready for the next casual encounter and how to resolve the embarrassment. This kind of sadness and absurdity scares me.

The rain stopped and the wind stopped. I suddenly remembered a sentence from Mencius: Jianghu is better than forgetting each other. I may not forget the Jianghu, because my feelings are unforgettable. I choose to stay together silently and wait for the turn. Maybe there will be.

Sunshine, like running water, flows quietly and smartly. My left palm, holding the temperature you gave me tightly, found it cold after spreading it out.

Love to silence is the end, no matter how beautiful the story is, it will end one day, but it has left traces; Hurt is a kind of helplessness. Life is just a passing process. Men are like onions. If you want to see a man's heart, you need to peel it off layer by layer! But in the process of peeling, you will cry all the time. At the end of peeling, you will know that onions are heartless.

Some scars, scratched on the hands, become a thing of the past after healing. Some scars are scratched in my heart, even if they are scratched gently, they will remain in my heart. There always seems to be unbearable pain in life. Some regrets are destined to be borne for a lifetime. In life, there are always some exquisite emotional porcelain broken around us, but the cracks remain at the moment when we look back at the end of the year.

As time went by, I realized that those who had lived together for a long time had already fallen into endless dust, lost their colors, abandoned their pride and left the door of memory. Once, who did you agree to grow old together?

Love is a long tug-of-war. From the moment we met, and then we fell in love, a long tug-of-war began. People who have been entangled for five years or more will inevitably quarrel and disagree. We are not alone, but because we love each other, and then love can't solve all the problems. Because our personality is too strong, we are all people who only care about our own mood, so we always argue endlessly. We always find our waywardness after quarreling, but we will inevitably be wayward next time.

If there is regret medicine in this world, I believe everyone wants to have it, so that they can take one medicine after every quarrel and the cold war, forget everything and start over. Unfortunately, there is no such medicine, even if there is, always taking regret medicine will also produce drug resistance. Every quarrel will leave a little harm, which will become your burden and his trouble. No one will remember a small quarrel, but two or three times? How many times? All quarrels turn into grudges in the end, and one day, they will break out.

The cruelest sentence in this world is not that I'm sorry, nor that I hate you, but that we will never see each other again. This is a simple sentence, to keep two people who were close to each other at a distance. People who have never experienced it will never understand what kind of pain it is.

The breeze doesn't understand the amorous feelings, and the bright moon is hard to send acacia. Sometimes, the wind is not gentle, but biting cold, which is a hidden injury in my heart. Sometimes, the bright moon is not a lamp in the dark, but a mockery of the present situation of compassion. Happiness is just the beauty of others, not me.

A person can take away many things, happiness, happiness, love and attachment. Until the rest is only fantasy, once owned, flashed in dreams, and expected in the future. It is said that "sorrow in the heart is greater than death in the heart." What is the real death in your heart? Love never dies, love never dies, and heart never dies. The hardest thing is willingness, and the most painful thing is beauty, for love.

If you want to forget, you can't help counting the past over and over again, and relive those endless injuries, tossing and turning, lingering. I am far away from people, and my family is still there. Always staring blankly at the sky, praying to the stars and the moon, wishing you a happy mood, no more sad words, no more sad songs, no more helpless hearts and no more wandering souls.

Obviously, I let go, but I always think of your warmth and tolerance unconsciously every time. Every time, I always see the reality when I am intoxicated with my smile, and I think of pain. Then, the cold feeling can no longer warm up. So repeatedly, my heart is finally tired, and this is the reality. I was drunk once, but I finally woke up. I'm walking, but I can't find my way.

I want to give you happiness and quiet, but I can't walk into your world. I want to exchange my heart for a ticket to your heart, but that's just my wishful thinking. My world, you don't care. Your world, I was exiled. I used to like you so much that I closed my eyes and thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't deceive myself. A man's harm to a woman is not necessarily that he fell in love with someone else, but that he let her down when she had expectations and didn't give her the comfort she deserved when she was fragile and sad. Instead, I quarreled with you.

Maybe you don't know that your weight and importance can only be revealed if someone pesters you and worries about you. Entanglement is being with you. Use this entanglement to let you know that I exist and that I am a woman who is used to pestering your life. Every clue can entangle itself, spread and become a mess that you can't solve. Your own entanglements make you bored and even collapse. You know women's obsession, but you don't know that women's entanglement can be so crazy. Everything is for love. At first, you should be as patient as possible, explain again and again in the face of my pestering, and answer those tricky and meaningless questions. After a long time, you no longer analyze, but are angry.

The window is full of lazy sunshine, which makes people feel unbearable, and the leaves blown by the wind rustle gently. We are attacking each other and hurting each other, but you and I are still struggling. How can we convince ourselves to face everything calmly and not let go? Can you tell me that you are like me? Heart, tired. Tired. Go ahead, you want me to break up with you. The heart that says you are too free has never been paid attention to. Go on, you don't love me anymore.

As the warmth fades, the fragments return to the wind. What sad words, warm face in the lonely time gradually pale, leaving only pieces of residual beauty floating in the wind, I don't know where it will go, and I don't know what kind of situation it will be. Love blows in the wind, and the heart has no roots and floats with the wind, regardless of the date of return. I always hope that my words are warm, so that people who read them will no longer feel distressed and entangled. I have always wanted to express those passionate words, so that people who read them will no longer sigh heavily. However, those thin and cold people can't help but flick their fingers, and their sadness goes hand in hand, and their cold hearts can't piece together happy poems.

My heart suddenly hurts. Eyes, inexplicably moist. Looking up at the scenery outside the window, I want to release loneliness. The wind, as light as yarn, sometimes appears and sometimes hides. Clouds, as thin as cotton, stop and swim. Sunshine is fierce as fire, sometimes quiet and sometimes jumping. Heart, in this misty season, some are warm and some are cold.

This season, my mind is unchanged, and my love is warm. If you don't love anymore, please let go and say goodbye to me.

There are hundreds of millions of Chinese characters in China, but only one love word is my favorite.

There are many kinds of feelings, such as affection, friendship, love and ambiguity. Let me introduce affection, friendship and love. Affection is the warmest emotion in the world. Parents are the closest people to us and the people who love us the most. When you are confused, she can always guide you, and it can never be him who points at your back. No matter how ridiculous you think you are, he will always support you. Affection is always so insignificant in your eyes, but in the eyes of others. But full of love and jealousy. Don't take their love for you for granted, maybe others will feel gratified. You are annoyed by her nagging, but she loves you most sincerely and selflessly.

Friends, friendship makes us indispensable. It is our inseparable playmate, a cup of hot water when we are sick, an encouragement when we are depressed, and a companion when we are lonely. In a word, friends are "relatives" and umbrellas that cannot be discarded. She will never help outsiders accuse you and make irresponsible remarks about you, otherwise he will be a traitor. Friendship is heavy or light, it's up to you to choose.

Love is the most sacred feeling, a lover, a lobbyist to talk to when you are troubled, a pair of hands when you are helpless, a bright light when you are confused, and a "friend" who will always support you silently behind you. Love is a nutrient in life and a glass of juice. Drink less and it will be sweet. Drinking too much is bad for your teeth, both good and bad. You should grasp the importance.

No matter what kind of feelings, we should cherish them, and don't wait until we lose them to know what regret is.

After dinner, my parents, grandparents and my aunt get together to play mahjong. My cousin and I are watching TV in the room, and my brother is playing outside. Come here for a while, and my brother came in with a piece of paper. He pointed to a few words on the paper and read aloud: "Everyone loves Weng Jianyang!" "Those words are written by himself, crooked, but already very good. He is only 6 years old! " No, that word is not "love", but "yes"! "My cousin said proudly, pointing to the paper. It was indeed a word "yes", but my brother insisted on "love", so he quarreled with them. I advised them to leave, and my brother went out again soon. After a while, he came in with a piece of paper, which read: "Weng Jianyang loves his sister!" " My heart is a little shaky. As before, my cousin loudly told my brother that his handwriting was wrong, and my brother was not convinced at all. "Your mother told me that this is love! """Then ask her again!" My brother is out. "Aunt, what is this word?" "This is' yes'." "Then why did you lie to me just now!" "Oh, I may have read it wrong just now!" Then, it is the cry of my brother and the reprimand of my mother.

My heart hurts. It pains me that adults always don't know what children are thinking. What hurts is that my younger brother is the youngest, but he is always wronged. The pain is that my brother is suffering. At first, my brother listened to my aunt and thought it was a word "love", so he was so confident when he refuted his cousin. Now, all of a sudden, he knows that he is wrong. Maybe he feels humiliated. The words on the paper may have poured into my brother's feelings, but no one can understand them except himself. As a sister, I feel this feeling, so I feel the same pain as my brother.

I walked in a hurry, walking in a hurry, looking for the direction of love, only to find that the eyes of love have been following me. -inscription

It is another summer when fragrant flowers are falling, and it is also a summer when catkins are flying and birds are singing and dancing. The sudden long wind blows to my heart. After all, I still can't help thinking of them-my parents, and my thoughts can't help drifting away. When I think of my parents, there is always a warm current in my heart to carry out my whole body. That kind of calm and moist feeling has always been in my heart, around my ears, and it is easy to make people sad.

From 123 to Dolemi, from the simplest eating and dressing to the real knowledge of being a man, they have always been with us. They have been silently contributing their every strength. They taught us to ride a bike and to be honest and kind. Every time before going out, they will tell us to pay attention to safety. When the weather changes, they will remind us to add or subtract clothes. They will hold an umbrella for us on rainy days. They will. Finally, under their careful care, we grew from a baby to a strong and brave teenager. Only they know the hardships of the past 20 years. They are happy for our happiness, share our sadness, wipe away the tears in our eyes and encourage us to move forward. Whether they are happy or sad, they will always be by our side. They gave us everything, but never took it. Even if it's just a phone call or a text message, you can be happy for a long time. Time flies, and the carving knife of the years finally left traces of time on the face. Hair mixed with white hair, wrinkles are becoming more and more clear. Every line is telling the hardships they have encountered over the years. Finally, my eyes began to wet and my eyes began to shine.

There are always some memories buried deep in my heart. Even if time flies, they will not fade, but will get brighter and brighter. I used to complain that my parents' nagging made them feel depressed. I used to dislike my parents' scolding to make them sad. Now I'm really sorry and grateful to them. It was their nagging that saved us a lot of rough roads. It is their scolding that makes us grow wisdom. It was their repeated encouragement that cleared the way for us to move forward. I thank them for giving silently, expecting nothing in return.

I always want to copy this warm happiness with a color, but I'm not sure how to deal with it; I always want to sing this sincere love with melody, but I can't. I always want to describe this deep feeling in one sentence, but I can't write it down, just because this love is too deep, too dignified, too warm, and my father loves me like a mountain, and my mother's love is like the sea, deep and sincere, and endless.

This love is like the spring rain, nourishing our dried-up hearts, illuminating our way forward like a bright light, warming our cold hearts when we are lonely like a warm sun, preventing the invasion of suffering, wiping away bitter tears and illuminating the stage of life!

Sigh for nearly 20 years of spring and autumn, grateful to parents for their ever-present concern. Your love is deeper and more dignified than mountains, and your love is gentler and gentler than running water. In my life, you led me through swamps, mountains and grasslands, bravely and bravely. Because of you, I am not alone. Because of you, I am full of expectations for life.

The breeze blows on my face, and my thoughts are enlightened. I am grateful to my parents, and let this love stay in my heart, affectionate and long-lasting kindness.

Some things are really unclear with your mouth, just like love. Some people live for it, and some people die for it. Like White Snake and Xu Xian, butterfly lovers. I have never experienced love, and I can't feel the pain of losing my lover, but I know that a lover is like a relative. When we see the back of the person we love leaving, our hearts are twisted with knives. We always want to leave the best and most romantic things to him (her) and always want to smile in front of him (her), even if there is blood in our hearts. Love is a kind of feeling, it surges in and leaves silently. It is not a dead thing, but a life given by the loved one, and we can't control it, let alone exchange it for anything. Once we meet love, we will become emotional, so we are easily controlled by love. Keeping a pure heart is our best defense weapon. Share with you when you are happy, endure with you when you are in pain, and lend you a helping hand when you are in adversity. A fence, three stakes, a hero and three realms, you will always find friends, and there will always be friendship, but friendship also needs to be maintained and managed, just like planting flowers. If you want to see beautiful flowers, you must prune, fertilize and water them. It is also an investment, which requires a lot of capital-sincere feelings can gain a little. So this kind of investment is a loss at first, but one day you will get pure friendship after a long period of time.

There is an emotion that has always implicated us, no matter how far you go. It has been rooted in our blood since we became embryos. No matter where you are, your parents often appear in your dreams. The father in the dream always said: Don't be afraid, son, be strong and stand up. Mother always says: son, you are tired, come back and rest! Parents gave their love selflessly, so there is no reason why we should not try to repay them. We can lose everything, but we can't lose our love for our parents.

The year before last, I traveled to Japan. At that time, there was a civet at home. When I set out, it circled around my feet and looked reluctant to go. I held it in my lap, but I still couldn't calm its anxiety.

Mom saw it, pulled me aside and whispered to me, "Don't send the pork away!" After all, it's just our adopted cat. "No," I objected, "if you adopt it, you will be responsible for it. "I prepared two big bags of cat food and some pork water, and set off with my mother.

No matter on the plane, in the hotel or in the amusement park, I feel uneasy. I don't know if I ate pork well or slept well. I don't know if Polk is waiting for me, or has he forgotten me? Will there be anything? This worry lasted for two weeks.

On the day I came home, I was particularly upset, but I kept thinking: pork, are you okay? The moment I stepped into the house, my mood was very complicated. "Pork." I gave a gentle cry and saw Pork rush out of the cat's nest like a shell. He circled around my feet, sticking out his tongue and licking my hand from time to time, as if I were his mother. Tears swirled in our eyes, and I whispered, "You are great!" "