Emotional composition

In study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. Do you know how to write a good essay? Below is a composition about feelings that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. Emotional Composition Part 1

Snow doesn’t understand rain’s loneliness, rain doesn’t understand snow’s loneliness, and 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 is said to be pierced by water drop by stone. It has not changed in the years when you and I have been together silently. There is a kind of love called deep love that has not changed since we met. We have never left each other in the years. There is a kind of love called affectionate treatment, which slowly spreads in your life and mine. There is a kind of love called promising you a future, and the spring will bloom in the years to come.

I once fell in love with the beauty of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River because I was young and naive. It was not until the end of my studies that my first love ended and I was scarred. I once fell in love with the beauty he gave me because I believed in the trueness of love. I fell in love with the beauty he gave me until I was defeated and had no choice. Retreat, the beauty that once bloomed in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River finally turned into the coldest ice rain in my heart, leaving me with nowhere to hide and nowhere to retreat. The delicate roses that once bloomed in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River eventually became irreparable sadness.

The blood dyed the whiteness red, the truest and purest color in life. The blood dyed the whiteness red, and also dyed the color of youth red, until in the end the first love failed miserably at a cruel price. I still remember that one night of cold rain in the south of the Yangtze River extinguished all my expectations for love.

There is a kind of love called water droplets piercing the stone

The winter night is cold but the heart is extremely warm, because you are by my side, love is like air and love is like oxygen, and I have been with you for many years. Already in my world, my life is full of water, and the cold winter nights are extremely warm. Listening to music and typing while relaxing at home can be regarded as another kind of leisure in silence.

Turn on the computer and log in to the space to read friends’ messages, open a blog and see that the past words have become a passing cloud under the changes of the years. The past words contain nostalgia for the past but also unwillingness to do so, and nostalgia for the beauty of first love. Unwilling to complain about such an unbearable experience left in the color of youth.

That day I privately deleted all the words I had written one by one. That day you helped me clean up the three computers at home one by one. You are the one who knows me, and you know me and understand me. My friend, I feel at ease when I have you by my side. I don’t care whether I leave any room for this single-mindedness. I know in my heart that in order to stick to this relationship, my lover has given me more than all his feelings.

I still remember that I wrote this in my blog more than once, "Your love has already been deeply integrated into my blood, my breathing, and into every gap in my life!" "Love exists silently and everywhere in the years when you and I are together hand in hand.

There is a kind of love called eternal companionship.

You had to work overtime last night. I was bored at home and chatted with everyone in the evening. I received every caring message from you. I received you I'm really thinking about everything. You had to work overtime last night. I was bored at home and chatted with everyone online. When I received the video request from you, I understood that you wanted to see in the video what I did before you went to work—— Donkey hide gelatin porridge, drink it, take good care of yourself and eat on time. How can I not understand your love for you?

Fall in love with every little thing you bring to life, your gentleness, your delicacy, I love you. In order to take care of my body during the years of Shou, you have read almost all the recipes for nourishing blood and qi, and you have almost become half a "Chinese medicine doctor". In fact, I understand that this is the deepest love and compassion you give me. Love spreads. In every gap in my life, never leave! Emotional Composition Part 2

The whole world is lonely. Every minute and every second is the sound of calm breathing, fingertips tapping on the jumping keyboard, and pieces of loneliness arise naturally. Rubbing the dusty scars in the broken loneliness, I used to be so arrogant. My eyes were always proud and unable to lower my eyes. Looking at the black eyes in the mirror, there was still a trace of stubbornness. Sillyly waiting for the change of time in the journey of time, a person slowly looking for the end.

June is a sentimental season. The rain falls quietly on the cold streets, but it leaves no trace of memories. Draw a big circle on the wall that has been peeled off by time, and then fill it with thoughts, maybe you can get back some memories. With a threatening smile, I always like a person's loneliness. I put the coffee cups into a pair and looked at them quietly in a daze. My fingers guided the direction of my heart, and I calmly accepted this loneliness. I don’t like writing with a pen, because those dusty diaries are drawn with that pen. Those confused words have a fragrance called the past. Perhaps this way we can take the opportunity to forget those sharp things in the world, leaving no notes or memories. The written words were just discarded in that corner. The pain spreads unbridled in the palm of my hand, recording the beginning and end of the story. I am just a boring person, and everything I turn over is just a sense of sadness. My so-called self-esteem will be defeated by the cruel world.

At a crossroads, looking at all these familiar things, I always thought I could see a certain figure leaving again.

Leaning against the wall, lighting a white cigarette, thinking about what happened that night, it turned out to be just a fantasy of self-deception. Some things will never look back after they leave, just like her, she will turn around and say goodbye to you. What words can you use to express the feelings in your heart now? I'm afraid of not saying anything sincerely. In fact, I'm just deceiving myself. Just like at a crossroads, I'm a red light and you're a green light. When the red light is on, the green light goes off; when the green light is on, the red light goes off. Eternal mistakes, if they can meet, it is a mistake. Can it be said to be a beautiful mistake? Wrong is wrong. We left with our backs to each other. Everything we said was just an excuse, and it would be broken at the first glance. The sadness at dawn repeats itself in time and space. The singing station broadcasting overflowing blessings does not have what I want. Those dejected silences are constantly rewritten by the cooling happiness, and the accompanying sweetness is not as good as the profound bitterness. It's as profound as pure coffee. I was writing down my mood in front of the computer, but I heard the sigh of my soul. The beginning of everything is too beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people dazzled. Indulge in it and forget that everything beautiful is a hypocritical mask. Only after being injured do you start to regret it and start a person's crazy degeneration. I won’t sigh anymore. Will time stop?

I sketch a sad look in front of the screen, and tell myself in a disdainful tone that how sad you are is just like this, so someone can understand your pain. This is a delusion. Luxury. So I traveled alone in loneliness, with a gorgeous helplessness at my feet, and my incomplete memories were always ruthlessly abandoned by people. Someone asked me what season I like, and I answered that I like winter because the coldness around me can make me feel the warmth of my heartbeat. A person without happiness only desires a little bit of warmth for life. In winter, I am used to watching the warm white air coming out of my mouth and blowing around. It is not big, and it really makes me feel a little bit warm. The somewhat gray sky is really like the past in my memory, familiar yet strange. Emotional Composition Part 3

Big, watery eyes, a tall nose, a big eloquent mouth, dark skin, and always wearing a thick ponytail. Does everyone know who she is? Yes, she is? elegant.

Me and Gao Ya are both representatives of the mathematics department, but Gao Ya is very serious about collecting homework. Once, Chen Ziying had not finished her homework in class, but it was already time for school to end. Teacher He left Gao Ya and me to continue collecting homework in the classroom. As for my homework, I had to go to Peiyou in the evening, so I said to Gao Ya: "Gao Ya, I'm leaving first, you can collect it." "Okay." Later I learned that Gao Ya collected notebooks until 6 o'clock that day and took the initiative to teach others. Do the questions. My face suddenly turned red.

Another time, we collected the homework books together, and we didn’t collect them all until the end of school. I counted the books, and there were 55 books in each, and there was still one book left. Who is it? The two of us asked the team leaders of each column, and they both said they had paid it all. I was so upset, Gao Ya comforted me, "Huang Xinyu, let's look for it. We will definitely find it. Don't be discouraged." I said impatiently, "No matter what you look for, you won't find it. What if that guy is left alone?" Teacher, he didn’t tell us: Or even if the person didn’t pay it, when we asked each one, he said he did it? We can’t find it. Let Teacher He handle it, Teacher He will definitely find it.” Gao Ya said angrily: "How can this be? It's not like you haven't seen that Teacher He has to correct 4 large piles of notebooks today. Teacher He is working so hard. If he still has to take care of these small things, what do you want us two department representatives to do?" "Okay, okay, I'll look for it with you, okay."

I said I would help me find it, but in fact, I just flipped through it casually, then sat aside and read the comics. I glanced at Gao Ya and saw her looking for each book one by one with her head lowered. She probably didn't make any progress. I smiled and thought, "You still didn't believe me when I said I couldn't find it. Now you will!" Suddenly Gao Ya's eyes opened. As soon as the light came on, he walked to Tian Lei and said to him, "Hand over the book, I have seen it." Tian Lei became nervous and said tremblingly: "I. What do I hide? What?" Gao Ya suddenly said With lightning speed, "Searching for the Moon from the Sea" took out the notebook from Tian Lei's schoolbag, opened it, and found that she had not finished it. She asked Tian Lei to finish it quickly, and then handed it to Teacher He. After Gao Ya finished all this, I realized that I was sweating all over and my face was turning red.

My elegance and seriousness are far beyond me, and I particularly admire her.

Is this my classmate? Elegant, my good friend! Emotional Composition Part 4

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier. Open the window and let the cold raindrops blow by in the wind. Tears of hating myself for not living up to expectations came to my eyes again. I just saw her again. A girl who can't let go and can't let go. A back view is enough to make me stay where I am.

We have never been in love. To be precise, after a year of hard chasing, she ignored me for half a year; she formally confessed her love twice, only getting "wishes" in exchange. To this day, I am too tired of love and my heart is tired. Although I promised not to disturb him, every detail of the past has long been etched in my mind.

I have never been emotionally tempted before. Cultivate oneself, manage one's family, govern the country and bring peace to the world. This is a man's ambition and accomplishment. Emotional things, flowers in front of willows under willows, how can it be a hard-working life. Now I know that no one has touched my heart yet. But since I met her, I knew it was an unprecedented heartbeat. Yes, only by abandoning everything external about a person, such as appearance, body, family background, money and status. The remaining beautiful emotion is love.

It was obvious that I was in love with this girl who came from town. I hope that this encounter in the ivory tower of Shengjing can bloom beautiful flowers, and that spiritual communication can lay the foundation of love.

However, everything is not so beautiful. There has been no news for days, so I can only leave her a message: If you really don’t want to talk to me, delete her as a friend. I will understand when I see it. So, I made one last call. I can no longer continue this fruitless pursuit of love, and my heart is really scarred. Maybe we can no longer return to the stage of chatting friends; maybe, only relative silence is the best distance.

Now, I seem to be ready for how to resolve the embarrassment the next time I encounter someone unexpectedly. This sad and ridiculous thing scares me.

The rain stopped and the wind stopped. Suddenly I remembered Mencius's words: It is better to forget each other than to forget each other. I may not be able to forget each other forever, because our feelings are unforgettable. I chose to stay together in silence, waiting for someone to turn around. Maybe, there will be. Emotional Composition Part 5

The sunlight is like flowing water, passing by quietly and elegantly. The palm of my left hand tightly held the warmth you had given me. When I spread it out, I found that it was completely cold.

Love to the point of being speechless is the end. No matter how beautiful the story is, it will end one day. It will leave traces after passing by; it will be helpless after being hurt. Life is just a passing process. A man is like an onion. If you want to see his heart, you need to peel it off layer by layer! But during the peeling process, you will keep crying. Only in the end will you realize that the onions are heartless.

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

After time passes, I realize that those people who have lived together forever have been involved in the endless dust of reality in the long river of time. They have lost their color, abandoned their pride, and exited the door of memory. . In the past, who did you agree with to grow old together?

Love is a long-term tug-of-war. From the time we met to know each other, and then fell in love, there was a long-term tug-of-war. When people who have never interacted with each other for five years or more are together, it is inevitable that they will have quarrels and differences. We are not one, we are only together because of love, and love cannot actually solve all problems. Because we all have too strong personalities and only care about our own moods, we always argue constantly. After quarreling with each other, we always find out that we are willful, but we cannot avoid being willful next time.

If there was a regret pill in this world, I believe everyone would like to have it. They could take a pill after every quarrel or cold war, forget about it all, and start over. It's a pity that there is no such medicine, and even if there is, taking the regret medicine all the time will lead to drug resistance. Every quarrel will leave a little damage, which will add up to a lot and become a burden to you and a worry to him. No one would take one minor quarrel to heart, but two or three? How many times? All quarrels turn into grievances in the end, and one day they will explode.

The cruelest sentence in the world is not that I'm sorry or that I hate you, but that we can never go back to the first time we met. It was such a simple sentence that completely alienated two people who were originally close. People who have never experienced it will never understand what kind of piercing pain it is.

The breeze cannot understand the style, and the bright moon cannot convey lovesickness. Sometimes, what the wind blows is not gentleness, but a bone-chilling coldness, a hidden hurt in the heart. Sometimes, the bright moon is not the light in the darkness, but a mockery of the current situation of compassion. Happiness is just the beauty of others and has nothing to do with me.

A person can take away many things, such as joy, happiness, love and attachment. Until all that is left are fantasies, what we once had, what we have flashed in our dreams, and what we are looking forward to in the future. It is said that "there is no greater sadness than a heart-broken heart." But how easy is it to truly die of a heart-broken heart? Love is hard to die, love is hard to die, and the heart will never die. The most painful is willing, the most painful is beautiful, for love.

I want to forget, but I still can’t help but count the past over and over again, and also relive those lingering wounds, tossing and turning, lingering. Although we are far away from each other, our love is still there. I often look at the sky in a daze and pray to the stars and the moon, hoping that my mood will be happy, that the words will no longer be sad, the songs will no longer be sad, the heart will no longer be helpless, and the soul will no longer wander elsewhere.

Obviously I looked away and let go, but every time I always unconsciously think of your warmth and tolerance. Every time when I was intoxicated with a smile, I saw the reality and thought of the pain. Then, the cold feeling could no longer be warmed up. After so many repetitions, my heart finally got tired. This is the reality. I was once drunk, but finally woke up. I was walking but couldn't find the direction.

I want to give you happiness and tranquility, but I can’t enter your world. I want to exchange my heart for a ticket to your heart, but that is just my wishful thinking. Minecraft, you don’t care. I am expelled from your world.

I used to like you so much that I closed my eyes and thought I could forget it, but the tears I shed did not fool me. The harm a man does to a woman is not necessarily that he fell in love with someone else, but that he disappointed her when she had expectations and did not give her the comfort she deserved when she was vulnerable and upset. Instead, he makes a fuss with you.

Perhaps you don’t know that when someone is pestering you or caring about you, your own weight and importance will be revealed. The meaning of entanglement is to be with you. Use this entanglement to let you know that I exist and that I am in your life. I am a woman who is accustomed to entanglement. Every clue can be entangled by itself until it swells and spreads, turning into a mess that you can't untie. Your own entanglement makes you bored and even breaks down. You know that women love to be entangled, but you didn’t know that women’s entanglement can be so crazy. It's all about love. In the beginning, you still tried to be patient enough to explain over and over again in the face of my entanglement and answer those tricky and meaningless questions. As time goes by, you no longer analyze, but vent your anger.

The window is filled with lazy sunshine. The air is so breathtaking that the leaves rustle gently in the wind. We are attacking and hurting each other, but you and I are still struggling a little, how to convince ourselves to face everything calmly and not let go. Can you tell me you are the same as me. My heart is tired. Tired. Please tell me that you miss me and break up. The heart that says you are too free has never been concerned. Say it, say you don't love me anymore.

The warm fragrance fades with the sun, and the remaining fragments are blown back by the wind. Such heart-wrenching words, the warm face gradually pales in the lonely passing years, leaving only fragments of remaining beauty flying in the wind without any direction, not knowing where it will go, nor what kind of situation it will lead to. Love passes away with the wind, and my heart drifts with the wind without any roots, regardless of the date of return. I always hope that my words are warm and can make people who read them no longer feel distressed and entangled. I have always wanted to write those passionate words, so that the hearts of those who read them will no longer be heavy and sigh. However, those cold feelings can't help but jump to the fingertips, sadness follows them everywhere, and the cold heart cannot piece together happy lines of poetry.

My heart suddenly hurts. Eyes, inexplicably moist. Looking up at the scenery outside the window, I want to release my loneliness. The wind is as light as yarn, sometimes appearing and sometimes hiding. The clouds are as thin as cotton, sometimes stopping and sometimes wandering. The sun is as strong as fire, sometimes quiet, sometimes jumping. The heart is misty in this season of fire, a little warm and a little cold.

This season, my thoughts and love are as warm as before. If you no longer love me, please let me go. Please tell me to break up. Emotional Composition Part 6

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

There are many kinds of feelings, family affection, friendship, love, and ambiguity. Now let me introduce family, friendship and love. Family love is the warmest emotion in the world. Parents are the closest people to us and the ones who love us the most. When you are confused, they can always guide you. Those who point fingers behind your back will never It may be him. No matter how ridiculous you think it is, he will always support you. Family love is always so insignificant in your eyes, but in the eyes of others. But full of love and envy. Don't take their love for you for granted. Maybe others will be more pleased. She nags you and you find it annoying, but it comes from the most sincere and selfless love deep in her heart.

Friendship is our indispensable love and friend. They are our ever-present playmates, a cup of hot water when we are sick, a word of encouragement when we are depressed, and a companionship when we are lonely. In short, in a word, friends cannot be discarded, and "relatives" are also a protective umbrella that cannot be discarded. , she will never help outsiders to accuse you or make irresponsible remarks to you, otherwise he will be a traitor. Friendship, whether it is heavy or light, is up to you to choose.

Love is the most sacred emotion. Your lover is a lobbyist for you to talk about your troubles, a pair of hands when you are helpless, a beacon of light when you are confused, and the always silent support behind you. One of your "friends". Love is a nutrient in life, and it is also a glass of juice. Drinking less will make your heart sweeter. Drinking too much is not good for your teeth. It has advantages and disadvantages. You must grasp the portion.

No matter what kind of love, you must cherish it, and don’t wait until you lose it to know what regret is. Emotional Composition Part 7

After dinner, my parents, grandparents, and aunt got together to play mahjong. My cousin and I were watching TV in the room, and my brother was playing outside. After a while, my younger brother came in with a piece of paper. He pointed at a few words on the paper and read aloud: "Everyone loves Weng Jianyang!" Those words were written by himself, crookedly, but they were pretty good. Only 6 years old! "No, that word is not 'love', but 'of'!" My cousin pointed at the piece of paper and said proudly. It was indeed the word "的", but my brother insisted on saying it was "love", so they started to argue. I persuaded them to leave, and my brother quickly went out again. After a while, he came in again holding the piece of paper, I read: "Weng Jianyang loves sister!" My heart trembled a little. The cousin still told his brother loudly that the wording was wrong as before. The younger brother was not convinced at all, "Your mother told me, this is love!" "Then you go ask her again!" The younger brother went out. . "Aunt, what's this word?" "It's ''."

"Then why did you lie to me just now!" "Oh, I may have read it wrong just now!" "Then, my brother's cry came, and my mother's scolding came.

My heart is hurting. What hurts me is that adults always don't know what the children are thinking. What hurts is the youngest brother. , but he is always wronged. What hurts is his brother's words. At first, his brother listened to his aunt and thought it was the word "love", so he was so confident when he refuted his cousin. Now, suddenly, Knowing that he was wrong, maybe he thought that he had lost all face. Those words on the paper may have been filled with some kind of emotion from his brother. No one else except himself could understand it. As a sister, I felt this emotion. , so like my brother, my heart is hurting. Emotional Composition 8

Walking too hurriedly, walking too hastily, looking for the direction of love, only to find love along the way when I look back casually. My eyes have been following me. ——Inscription

Another summer with delicate flowers and sweet fragrance floating around, another summer with flying catkins and the singing of orioles and dancing butterflies. The long wind blows to the bottom of my heart, and I can't help but think of them - my parents, and my thoughts can't help drifting away. When I think of my parents, there is always a warm current running through my body, and that kind of tranquil and gentle feeling always surrounds my heart and ears. , it is also easy to make people sad.

From one, two, three to Doremi, they have always been by our side. From the simplest things like eating and dressing to the true knowledge of life, they have been silently contributing. With every effort of their own, they taught us how to ride bicycles and how to be honest and kind. They would tell us to pay attention to safety every time before we went out. When the weather changed, they would remind us to add or remove clothes. They would They would hold umbrellas for us on rainy days. Finally, under their careful care, we grew from babies to strong and brave teenagers. Only they knew about the hardships of the past twenty years, and they shared our happiness. They care about our sadness, wipe the tears from the corners of our eyes, and encourage us to move forward. No matter we are happy or sad, they are always by our side. They give us everything but never ask for it, even if it is just a phone call or a text message, they They were able to be happy for a long time. Time passed by, but the carving knife of time still left traces of time on their faces. The black hair was mixed with white hair, and the wrinkles became clearer and clearer, each one telling the story of them over the years. After all the hardships I encountered, the corners of my eyes began to become moist, and my eyes began to sparkle.

There are always some memories buried deep in my heart, and they will not fade away even if time flies. , on the contrary, it will become brighter. I once complained that their parents’ nagging made them depressed, and I used to dislike their parents’ scolding that made them sad. Now I am really sorry and grateful to them. It is their nagging that has saved us a lot of bumpy roads. , it is their rebuke that makes us grow wiser, and it is their encouragement and encouragement that eliminates obstacles for us to move forward. Thank you for their silent dedication, without asking for anything in return, but with long-lasting affection. Let us cherish it with our lives and use our gratitude.

I always want to use a color to imitate this warm happiness, but I can’t get it right; I always want to use a melody to sing this sincere love, but I can’t sing it. I always want to use a word to describe this deep-rooted love, but I can't find a way to write it. It's just because this love is too deep, solemn and warm. Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like the sea, deep, sincere, and endless.

This love is like spring rain, nourishing our dry hearts. This love is like a beacon that illuminates our way forward. This love is like the warm sun, which warms our cold hearts when we are lonely. Love can block the intrusion of suffering, this love can wipe away bitter tears, this love can light up the stage of life!

I sigh at the nearly twenty years of spring and autumn that I have gone through, and I am grateful to my parents for their constant concern. Your love is deeper and more solemn than the mountains, and more gentle and gentle than the flowing water. In my heart, In life, it is you who lead me through swamps, over mountains, and on grasslands, without fear of hardships and dangers, and to move forward bravely. Because of you, I am not alone, and because of you, I am full of expectations for life.

The breeze blows on my face, my thoughts are enlightened, I am grateful to my parents, let this love stay in my heart, full of affection and elegance, and long-lasting kindness. Emotional Composition Part 9

Some things really cannot be explained clearly with words, just like love. Some people live for it, and some people die for it. Just like White Snake and Xu Xian, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. I have never experienced love, and I cannot understand the pain of losing a loved one, but I know that a loved one is like a relative. Seeing the back of the loved one leaving, our hearts are as sharp as a knife, and we always want to Leave the best and most romantic things to him (her), and always smile in front of him (her), even if your heart is bleeding. Love is a feeling, it is surging when it comes and silent when it leaves. It is not a dead item, it is given life by a loved one. We cannot control it, let alone exchange it for anything. Once we encounter love, we become emotional, so we are easily controlled by it. Maintaining a pure heart is our best defense weapon. Share with you when you are happy, bear with you when you are in pain, and lend you a helping hand when you are in adversity. A fence has three stakes, a hero has three states. You will always find friends and have friendships, but friendships also need to be maintained and managed, just like planting flowers. If you want to see beautiful flowers, you have to prune them. , fertilize and water.

It is also a kind of investment. We need to spend a lot of capital-sincere feelings to gain a little bit. Therefore, this kind of investment will be a loss at first, but over time, one day you will get back pure friendship.

There is an emotion that always involves us, no matter how far you go. It has been ingrained in our blood since we became an embryo. No matter where you are, your parents often appear in your dreams. The father in the dream always said: Boy, don’t be afraid, be strong and stand up. My mother always said: Son, you are tired, come back and have a rest! Parents selflessly dedicate their love, so why should we not work hard to repay them? We can lose everything, but we cannot lose our love for our parents. Emotional Composition 10

The year before last, I went to Japan for a trip. At that time, I had a ciora cat at home. When I set out, it was circling around my feet, looking helpless. The appearance of giving up. I hugged it on my lap, but it still couldn't calm its anxious mood.

My mother saw it, pulled me aside, and whispered to me: "How about sending Pork away! After all, he is just a cat we adopted." "No." I objected: " If you adopt it, you must be responsible for it. "I prepared two large bags of cat food and some water for Pork, and then set off with my mother.

Whether I am on a plane, in a hotel, or in an amusement park, I feel uneasy. I wonder if Pork eats well and sleeps well. I wonder if Pork is waiting for me or has he forgotten me? Will something happen? This concern lasted for two weeks.

On the day I went home, I was particularly uneasy and kept thinking: Pork, are you okay? The moment I stepped into the house, I had mixed emotions. “Pork.

"I yelled softly, and Pork rushed out of the cat's nest like a cannonball. It circled around my feet, sticking out its tongue to lick my hands from time to time, as enthusiastically as if I were it. Like our mothers, tears were rolling in each other's eyes, and I whispered softly, "You are awesome!" ”