Missing theme composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition, and we can gather our scattered thoughts together through composition. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are seven essays on the topic of missing that I have carefully arranged. Welcome to read the collection.

Missing the topic composition 1 When two people can play and laugh together, they don't think this friendship is valuable.

However, when two people are isolated for various reasons, there is such a yearning. I have had such an experience. MengMeng, the daughter of my mother's friend Uncle Li, is one year younger than me and is my good friend. I used to write to each other and send small things because I didn't have time. Mom and Uncle Li are our "postmen". On weekends, I often go to her house to play, and her family likes me very much. Uncle Li is very funny, and MengMeng has inherited many advantages from him. Her grandparents are excellent cooks, so eating at her house has a unique flavor! Her mother is a clever and quiet woman. She is a good mother. MengMeng is witty, smart, funny and lovely, with excellent grades and conscious order. Who doesn't like it? It was that trip to Shaoxing that cut me off from her. On that day, MengMeng, his mother, grandparents and Uncle Li went to Shaoxing to play together. I, MengMeng and Uncle Li have a car, and my mother and grandparents have a car. On the way, MengMeng and I painted and played cards ... How happy we were! Mom's car is in the front and we are in the back. An hour later, we arrived in Shaoxing. Our hotel is an ancient water town. Now, we can go boating Uncle Li said that they would leave this afternoon. What a pity! Haha, here is the key! "Wow, it's so big!" "Villa, is also two layers! What a big bed! " How interesting! MengMeng and I are having a pillow fight on the second floor, and my mother and Uncle Li are quarreling below! They quarreled more and more fiercely, and we all froze!

Later, Uncle Li dragged MengMeng away angrily … From then on, we can only chat online instead of laughing happily … However, we can play together again next week, so I look forward to it!

Incomplete memory can no longer construct the image of a Chinese teacher. I only remember his tall figure, but he has a hunchback and looks much older.

I remember when I was in primary school, it was Miss Zhou who taught our class the most Chinese. But also when our class teacher for the longest time.

About twenty years ago, his waist began to bend, so most of the students he taught called him "Zhou" affectionately, but he never got angry because he was serious about us, but felt a little happy.

I remember once, when our class was reading early. I didn't study hard, but took out the toys in the hole on the table to play with. When the teacher came to check (the teacher often looked out of the window when checking, and I leaned against the window), I found that I was secretly playing with toys. I didn't stretch out my hand from the window to hit me, but knocked on the window glass several times. Hearing the sound, I turned around and saw the teacher staring at me outside the window. My heart suddenly lifted like a stone, and then I tried to put the toy in the hole in the table in a panic, but I accidentally fell to the ground. I thought: it's over. If this time is over, I will definitely be scolded or beaten by the teacher. At this time, I heard the teacher say, "In the future, toys will have to wait until recess. You can't play at this time. Pick them up and study hard. "

Hearing this sentence, the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. I quickly stuffed the toy into the hole in the table, picked up the book and read it until the class was over.

Although the teacher treats people with a smile, he often scolds us; Although he is strict with us, he never hits people. Teachers always do this. They are strict with us, but they usually laugh. Even if a classmate makes a mistake, at most, he will be severely reprimanded.

This summer, I once went to Zhaili by car. The car stopped halfway, and then a familiar figure came along, either someone else or Zhou, who had taught us Chinese before. After he got on the bus, the car started slowly. He saw an empty seat next to me and staggered to sit down next to me. I called "teacher". He snorted and asked me if I wanted to go to the stockade, too. I said yes.

In the process of chatting, I observed that the teacher's hair almost turned silver, the gully on his face became deeper and deeper, and it seemed that a stone arch bridge was formed around his waist. Teachers are getting older and older. I asked him what grade he was teaching now, and he shook his head and said, "I'm retired, I quit …" I clearly heard him sigh lightly when he said this. This is definitely not what he wants to do. He accompanied many students to junior high school, and now he is too old to teach. I felt a little lost after listening to it, but out of sympathy, I managed to smile and joked to the teacher, "Oh, you see, teacher, you are old, and retirement can be much easier." It would be nice to have time to wander around and relax ... "The teacher sighed again after listening, and tears actually fell from her eyes, as if she could not bear to part with her students.

When I got to the station, I jumped out of the car and said goodbye to the teacher. Looking at the teacher's back step by step, I feel a little empty. I really miss the scene where the teacher taught us Chinese, even if I was scolded for making mistakes again, but ...

Zhou is too old to teach students any more. However, I still remember Mr. Zhou, who usually takes us gently, but often scolds us. I still remember who taught us Chinese.

It was cloudy all day, and finally it began to rain in the evening. Raindrops beat against the window lattice with the wind. I opened the window, and the fresh smell of earth came to my face. After being washed by rain, I breathed fresh air. Let this lonely heart be relieved for a while, really, even I can't tell why I have a special liking for this rainy night, and I can't stop thinking about you. Miss you has become a habit of mine.

In such a rainy night, the long loneliness still accompanies my lonely heart. Still can't sleep at night. I stood alone in front of the window, looking at the mottled and dim street lamps in the distance, emitting more charming colors under the refraction of raindrops. I miss you endlessly on such a lonely rainy night. How many such lonely nights, sadness and loneliness always fill every inch of my space. Looking at you in the distance, you are crying! How many times have I made up my mind not to think about you, but my thoughts always occupy my fragile heart.

I looked up at the night sky after the rain, looking for the star full of blessings, but on this rainy night, the star shyly hid behind the clouds. I didn't find you, but I'm still a little sad; A little sad; A little disappointed; Listening to the dripping rain on the eaves, on this rainy night, I seem to hear the sound of my heart breaking.

Before I returned to the computer, I knocked on the keyboard in front of the screen, thinking of you. I can only record my thoughts about you in words, express my sadness and loneliness in words, and record my mood at the moment in words.

Every time I miss you, I will write you down in my diary. Your name has been imprinted on my heart. For you, even if you look through the autumn water, you don't want to go back; For you, even if your eyes are misty, you never regret it; Because even if you can't lock your fingers, misty rain and red dust bloom on the other side, and your smile has already warmed my cold heart!

You and I are walking in this network, I am at this end, and you are watching each other at that end. Thank you for letting me know you in this vast network. At the moment, it is the charm of summer that renders my romance; Or is your tenderness haunting my attachment in this life? I can't stop thinking about you, and my thoughts are once again caught in the long river of memories.

Every time I miss you, I will write you down in words. You cut a ray of moonlight and made my heart bright. It is you, with a hint of elegance, who gives your thoughts a agility; On this rainy night, I write my thoughts in every diary. You can see the words in my diary, but you can't see the tears in my eyes. The night is already deep, why do you still appear in my mind? Sadness and melancholy in my heart always make my thoughts ripple.

Dear, have you ever known that on this rainy night, I want to have you with me, even if I do nothing, just watch quietly; Even if you don't say anything, just sit silently; Even if you don't want anything, just hug each other gently; Even if you don't ask anything, you just care so deeply;

Words are linked to feelings, and feelings are linked to words. Sad words crossed my mind, thinking that I had forgotten the past, but the result was hidden in my heart. Gentle drizzle drops on my window and my heart. The night under the rain curtain is more enchanting.

Looking at the love of the whole city, there is only sad music in this rainy night; Sad mood; Beautiful words accompany me, the waves of missing, layer by layer, a pulse, a wave of romance across my heart, filled my heart, and turned into plumes of smoke on the other side of time.

The night is already deep, but I don't feel sleepy. I stood quietly at the table, with my cheeks in my hands, just looking at the screen. You said that when I looked at the screen, you looked at me in front of the screen. Tears are not obedient, I can't see you because you don't want me to see you, or my tears blur my eyes. I hate myself for treating you with my heart and feelings. The last one who is sad is himself, and the last one who is sad is himself. My diary is full of thoughts of you, sadness and tears.

How I want to sit at the table with you for breakfast and go to the kitchen to cook dinner; How I want to accompany you to hold a flower umbrella on this rainy night; How much I want to chat with you when you are sad, and I will accompany you when you are lonely and rely on each other in this long world of mortals; Let me miss you so indulgently tonight, exhaust all my reluctance and attachment, and gently say to your direction: I really miss you. ...

You will always be my angel.

Beautiful girls can make people jealous. Xiao Wei is a jealous girl. She is not only beautiful and charming, but also a representative of the music department. Wherever she goes, she stands out from the crowd, and Blue Sky is an equally eye-catching handsome guy. No one will doubt that the blue sky and Xiao Wei are a match made in heaven. However, there must be a premise that if it weren't for Xiao Wei, he would never accept the confession of any boy.

However, Lantian has never been a person who gives up easily. He is excellent in study, good in sports and good in personality. From the moment he met Xiao Wei, he decided that Xiao Wei was his angel and a man worth living. Even though he was publicly rejected by Xiao Wei, he was not discouraged at all.

The blue sky will still send flowers to Xiao Wei, hand in a glass of water in time when practicing songs in Xiao Wei, and still go to see every performance in Xiao Wei ... Every time Xiao Wei sings, he will see a handsome guy sweating regardless of his image, and that is the blue sky.

However, an accident appeared ... One day, a boy appeared beside Xiao Wei. He was also tall and handsome. ...

The world of blue sky collapsed ... There were no flowers in Xiao Wei, no water in Xiao Wei, and the boy who sweated for Xiao Wei regardless of his image disappeared from the singing audience in Xiao Wei. Without spirit, handsome appearance, empty eyes, live like a walking corpse. ...

When Blue Sky suddenly heard that Xiao Wei was studying abroad, he really felt that life was meaningless. He stopped studying, he was no longer excellent, he drank every day, and he was lying in the dormitory drunk. ...

Until one day a boy appeared in front of the blue sky, and the boy was beside Xiao Wei. At that time, the blue sky was still lying in the dormitory, and the boys sat and talked. ...

I'm Xiao Wei's brother. Xiao Wei didn't study abroad. Xiao Wei loves you. Small only congenital heart disease. The doctor said that she would not live for two laps, so she never accepted any boy's pursuit. She loves you, so she can't accept your pursuit She was afraid that she couldn't help accepting you, so she let me come to her side. Your depravity is unexpected. Maybe she was so beautiful that God was jealous and took her away too early. I shouldn't say this, but I don't want her to see you like this in the sky. In that case, she will be disappointed. ...

Sitting in the audience under the blue sky, Xiao Wei once sang on this stage. He stepped onto the stage, opened his arms and closed his eyes. Xiao Wei is singing beside him. ...

Xiao Wei, my eternal angel, I love you and I won't let you down. ...

Tonight, I miss you in the moonlight.

Tonight, the moonlight pours down like water and spreads all over the world. On a moonlit night, with soft thoughts, I feel particularly good. The moon in the sky also seems to be entrusted with a blessing, a thousand miles of thoughts, a quiet place, a agility that flows in the air, a tenderness that passes through the mood, a little thoughts that are inexplicable, a taste that flashes, lingers for a long time and gradually drifts away.

The moonlight gradually spread out, as if it were hidden, and there seemed to be a little light in my eyes. With a wink, a tear flowed to my cheeks, and I missed it, and it melted in my tears, lingering. It seemed to have been a long time ago, but I felt close at hand. Some people and things could never get out of the fetters. The past floated in front of me like smoke, leaving only a little indifference.

That miss is placed in the distant cloud, and the cold tears fall silently. I can control myself, but I can't control my heart. At night, a beautiful dream blooms silently and enthusiastically in my eyes. In the evening, I can drink to my heart's content and get drunk without hiding my reserved mentality. At night, I cry, crying can purify the soul, can heal the trauma of the soul, crying can alleviate the pain and calm my mind.

So, I also slowly restrained my emotions, suppressed my sadness during the day, and released it without reservation at night. I gradually began to like crying at night, thinking that the night can hide my tears and prevent people from finding themselves crying. I am fragile at night, as easily broken as glass, but only then am I who I really am.

Night, my favorite, I wish you could stay with me all the time. Can I choose you? Can I really choose to keep you? Even for a moment.

I remember one day four years ago, the man who accompanied me through my childhood passed away that day.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I took a taxi home when I heard the news. It's a long distance from school to my home. When I got home, I found many people in his room and living room. I didn't care about etiquette at that time, so I rushed into his room and found his father and uncle changing clothes. I stood beside him, tears streaming down my face. I found his eyes still open, as if waiting for someone. Are you waiting for me? Yes, he is waiting for me.

I remember that in my hometown, whenever I saw or heard someone die, my tears came out. At that time, I tried to control my eyes and tears, but they just wouldn't listen and let the tears stay.

I remember every time I went home and saw his room, I felt that he always wanted to go out to work when he was there, even when he was lying in a hospital bed. Besides asking his neighbors if they need help, he will try his best to do what he can. Whether it's summer or winter, whether it's hot or cold, whether he can do it or not, he will do it, but we all know that one good turn deserves another, and evil turns around. But why did he only live to be in his sixties? Why did he get this disease? Why didn't the doctor find out how sick he was during the examination?

I remember the Mid-Autumn Festival on July 15th every year, and I would help him write a lot. But did he get what we cooked for him? Actually, I don't know about this either. I only know it's superstition, but I still have to do it. We never used to burn bags when driving, but we have burned them every year since he died. I heard that the yellow paper wrapped inside was their money, and I was afraid that he would save as before, so I wrapped 3 or 4 pieces each. I hope he can live a happy life there.

I hope he can accompany me through my junior high school career as happily as before, encourage me in my studies, guide me in my life and share with me in happiness ... I miss the person who accompanied me through my childhood. He is my dear grandfather.

Missing the topic composition 5 Dear Emma:

Haven't seen you for a long time.

When I picked up a pen and began to write this letter, it was several months since our last conversation. We used to laugh, cry and talk tirelessly about one thing and spit on each other's schools. Separated by two cold computer screens, I actually felt a little warmth. I just feel sad when I think about it now.

I wonder if you still remember our first meeting. In the rainy season, you running all the way, with so many books overflowing from your arms, knocked me down with a turn. The book was scattered all over the floor, and most of it was wet by tiny raindrops. As soon as I looked up, I saw your golden brown big braid, lovely freckles and slightly apologetic smile. Your unique straightforward personality made you pull me up at once and apologize in nonstandard Chinese. The way you dance is so funny and cute that I can't help laughing, and my anger has dissipated by more than half. Laugh when you see me, regardless of the books on the ground, laugh together. You said that you came to China with friends, because you saw a book you liked very much, and you wanted to go back to the hotel and read it. But since you met me, you grinned and said, this is also fate. Hearing this, I only feel warm in my heart and a flower is in full bloom.

We exchanged emails and became familiar with each other in the long run. We have so many conversations, so many laughs and so many warm memories. Even today, they are still radiant and will never fade. But it all ended with your disappearance. I went through all the emails in my mailbox and walked back and forth for a long time where we met, hoping to see you again. I worked so hard and kept looking, but I found nothing after all. Finally, I realized painfully that I was afraid that I would never see you again.

Emma, I remember you once said "goodbye by fate" in unrealistic Chinese. You are a person who believes in fate, you believe in fate, and I also believe that between us, it will not break.

It's another spring, and it's also rainy in Mao Mao. When I walk alone on that road and smell the fresh breath of spring rain and the fragrance of flowers and plants, I will suddenly think of you and what we once had.

I have fantasized for a thousand times. When I walk on that road, I can meet you again and say a word gently and quickly:

Haven't seen you for a long time.

Your friend: Ann.

20xx March 16

Time passed quietly like this. Even if I can feel her pace, I can't help it. I always miss you this season ... no matter how repulsive I am, once the floodgate of memory opens, I feel helpless. I wandered lonely in the shadow moon valley, eager to find your trace, but you disappeared without a trace, leaving me with a sigh.

I can't forget, and I can't forget each other's bits and pieces. Although it's pitiful, it's unforgettable. I still jump around in front of T's melting pot. For the original joke, Azeroth started all kinds of festivals. Looking at the petals scattered all over the floor, I not only remembered the task we did together on Valentine's Day. Under the sun umbrella, you spread rose petals all over my body and let me bathe in the sea of flowers. You lit a beam of light.

Riding a bear, I ran in Nageland, beside a small lake, sobbing, pig, do you know I miss you? Do you know that the night is a kind of torture for me? You know, I traveled all over Azeroth just to look forward to seeing you again?

Every time I think of you, I feel a twinge of heartache. It really hurts ... looking at my soul, I want to laugh, pig ... if there is an afterlife, are you still willing to look forward to meeting, knowing and loving me in reincarnation? ...

My world is only black and white, because of you, only for you, only for you. ...

I miss you, but I frown, but I feel it ... even if I can't write gorgeous words, I can't express our story in words. As long as it involves you, my heart can't be calm, and I can't knock down those flowing sentences calmly. ...

At night ... do you still sleep so late? Will you still wander in Azeroth? I don't want to leave for long, just to wait for you ... You know what, pig? ...

I can cook ginger candy and crucian carp soup well, but why are they all bitter?

I miss those memories of that year and look for my future in a foreign land. What is sad is not my lonely soul, but my inexplicable sadness. The hand of God often takes away many things. I am not only afraid, but also afraid. I often hide in the corner and meditate quietly. Will the appearance of death have a faint taste?

The black on the coffin reminds me of the distant desolation and contains that kind of pain. I just want to know if the world in the ending has that smiling face. Occasionally, I will come to the cemetery quietly. I just wonder if there will be your soul there. I want to kiss your eyes happily ... for a long time, I haven't lost my thoughts on you.

In the withered autumn, the leaves in the bamboo forest are flying all over the sky, and I often see your lonely figure in my crying eyes. The cemetery is desolate, and still no one asks about your lonely face. Great pain covered up my hard-to-read words. I really don't want your bones to be desolate and silent there. In the wishing bottle, my wish is actually that simple. I just want to see your kind face in my dream. I am painfully far away from my hometown, and I am full of fatigue and loneliness in a foreign land. I really want to take my little bird and let him tell you the sadness buried in my heart. When I was a child, your hand was still warm on that quiet path, but I put down my wait and left you lightly. I know that your illness made me very scared and worried. I really want to accompany you, but you told me to leave quickly and don't forget the future. .....................................................................................................................................

This year, I went to your grave with guilt. I didn't listen to you and did nothing. Those bamboo leaves are still falling so simply, except that my eyelids are full of tears. I don't think you will ever hear me cry or cry again, .............................................................................................................................................. Your cemetery is covered with all kinds of yellow grass, so decadent and desolate. I squatted in front of the grave and didn't leave. I think you can hear my words and my tears. God may let you go home and see me you haven't seen for a long time. Is it? I closed my eyes and waited for your figure, only to find that there was nothing but those noisy firecrackers. Is it God's cruelty or your refusal? I really want to know the answer, because my grandson really misses you. I hate those myths woven by death. It's been a long time since I pried open those black faces and fled quietly. I hid in a quiet village, and I got lost in my own steps. I really don't want the meaning of death, nor do I want that kind of affection. I have no reason to give up the pursuit of ideals, even if you quietly took my closest grandfather away. I have no right to judge you, you stubborn horn. I'm just lonely, that shameless trick. The hatred disappeared like that for a long time and there was no news at all. I only find those broken shadows and imaginations swallowed up by power. I don't know that beauty is really dying, and I don't know that ugliness is coming slowly. I'm just sad, deprived of the true meaning of life for no reason. I think, I don't understand what death is like. Maybe it is as cruel, bloody and fearful as the devil. ...

Life has lost its happy ending, at least it should not be so monotonous or simple. Not gorgeous tone, I don't think there is such a great beginning. A powerful struggle, I don't think it is the magic of despair without the price of death. I wonder if those beautiful fireworks can break into your loving face. But no, I didn't know it was the destruction of .............................................................................................................................................................. until it was shattered. I really want to hear your story, even if it rains heavily. I seem to have completely forgotten that free separation. I don't think you left, at least you still live in my consciousness … ..

Desperate birds may choose to die. He no longer flies over the land where the group buried them, even though it is covered with beautiful glass. Beneath the glass, there is an indifferent appearance, the emptiness that exists in your eyes. Wisdom or rationality, I think, you should know best. Because in your kind face, there will never be that hateful dark cloud. I haven't been to any small river for a long time, and I haven't smelled its murmur for a long time. I'm not just afraid or scared, I just chose not to disturb that natural purity so indifferently. In childish thoughts, there will never be that kind of complicated wisdom. I wonder how much that heavy grain weighs. I can't understand a kind of pale gray melancholy, loneliness that can't be given in fear. Perhaps, that river explains what is the meaning of life, .................................................................................................................................................................... I think it will never be, unless your soul dies one after another. My crying still stops in the depths of the bamboo forest, where there is my cry and my figure ... The memories I miss torture me badly, and I cut off my sad head with a bizarre tool. I think I understand sadness and loneliness. Don't leave. When I shouted to God, I was not afraid of his authority and occupied my absolute territory. I'm just worried that your eyes will shed tears of sadness. Forgive me for leaving quietly, I think your smile has long been understood.

I went back to my track and paved my way with fragrance. I think it is a failure to wait silently, so I should choose to give up your bleak language and seek the real belonging. It's been a long time, and the night has come quietly, kissing your grave. I smiled and stood there quietly, looking at the most beautiful meteor.