Missing theme composition

In our daily study, work and life, we often come into contact with composition, which requires a complete text structure and must avoid an endless composition. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following are 10 short articles about missing topics that I compiled for you. Welcome to share.

Missing topic composition 1 It has been more than ten years since it was born. Looking back, I can't help but miss it.

I miss the shabby stone house, the obscure well water, the small threshing floor in front of the village, and my hometown surrounded by mountains … because it is full of my childhood memories.

However, I miss my grandmother more.

I miss my grandmother's figure when she was working in the field, holding a sickle in both hands and waving rice skillfully up and down, once again … in the afternoon sunset, she was fixed into a beautiful picture.

Miss grandma's calloused hands, rough and warm. Grandma often clasps her big hand on my finger, which makes me feel extremely happy.

Miss grandma's gently shaking cattail leaf fan. It is late at night. In the dim light, grandma will sit next to me, holding a cattail leaf fan and fanning it gently until I fall asleep.

I miss my grandmother's exquisite cooking. When I was young, I liked eating fish. Therefore, grandma never forgets to make me a plate of fish, but she never eats with me, but looks at me with a smile.

I miss my grandmother's gray temples, a slight burden on her back, sparse hair, wrinkles around her eyes, and her back swaying in the wind when she left.

Miss grandma ...

Now, my grandmother is 60 years old, but she still often works in the fields. Whenever I go to my grandmother's house, she still holds my hand, cooks a plate of fish for me, and gently shakes the cattail leaf fan to put me to sleep.

I miss my grandmother so much.

Love, love speechless.

Miss Topic Composition 2 Pick up my faint miss, blend in with this long blessing, turn it into a faint fragrance, and float into your sweet dream with the help of a slight breeze. ...

You know, when you read a person's taste, your heart is covered with rotten grass. When the wind blows, it rattles and echoes your name. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? I always hold my mobile phone in my hand and dial those Arabic numerals over and over again, but I never have the courage to dial them out. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? When the phone rings, you will always be flustered, but when you see the caller ID, you will be deeply lost. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? You always sit in front of the computer and stare blankly at the screen. My brain is thinking, where are you at this moment? In what? This song "Do you know what it's like to miss someone?" actually appeared in my mind, but it was so in line with my mood at the moment. Looking at the sky without bright moon and stars, just smearing the endless black sky, as if it contained infinite sadness, and my thoughts also extended to the distance, I felt infinite disappointment. Close your eyes and feel with tears. What is heartache? Why do tears always fall when I miss you? Longlong, how are you now? Do you know that my sister is thinking about you? Where are you? Endless nights are like a screen, which reminds me of the scenes where my brother and I played, made trouble, were punished and studied together. ...

Tournament meeting

I shouted, "Look!" A "leg sweep" tripped Longlong on the bed. Longlong did not show weakness and shouted "Yeah!" Coming from behind me, it's really a stab in the back. I was beaten "begging for mercy", and Long Long smiled and expressed satisfaction, but he didn't know that I was cheated. I jumped up, quickly put him on the bed and said with a smile, "Do you give up?" Hearing his firm answer, I deliberately let him go and pretended to lean to one side. He immediately fished in troubled waters and ran away. He attacked my "key" and scratched my itch. I immediately begged for mercy: "No, no, my sister gave up, I gave up, stop scratching, it tickles me to death." "Yeah ~" My brother gave a cheer, and I sat next to him and looked at his smug smile and smiled happily.

Zi Xue can fly.

There is trouble again. My brother and I tore the colored paper into pieces and threw it downstairs. These colored papers are falling downstairs like colorful snowflakes, so light and beautiful, so ... some are swirling and some are motionless. The scene is beautiful, but even more beautiful is the sunny smile of Longlong and me. Longlong cried happily, "Sister, sister, beautiful, sister ..."

But now, I can't see Longlong's victorious smile, colorful snowflake falling scenes, Longlong's sunny smile, or even Longlong's cordial call. I really want to have these things again, the most beautiful and precious things in the world. Why would I lose these things? Just because my parents divorced, my father took my brother and I followed my mother, so my brother and I had to be separated. I can only miss him at night-I can't lose my brother Longlong. People say that good things are always short-lived. Is that really the case? Are good things destined to be short-lived? Don't! Those beautiful things will always be treasured in my heart. Everything between me and Longlong is deeply engraved in my memory. Like a treasured book, I hold it in my chest. Sometimes I open it to look at it, touch myself, melt my frozen heart, and let the sour tears drop on my palm, on the ground and around me again, turning into deep thoughts around me and deepening my thoughts. On this night, let my thoughts flow into my body, erode me, control my brain, surround me, and make me more lonely. Why did you miss? Because I lost someone. Why are you lonely? Because there is a person who is not around. What I miss is the person who stayed with me since childhood and never left for a day; I feel very lonely, because he left, I always feel that there is a part missing in my life, which makes me feel so empty and lonely. Every night, when I miss him, my eyes will be wet, my nose will be sour, and a hot liquid will slide across my cheeks, drop by drop, full of thoughts. In this deep yearning, I realized that love with my brother is so precious. Why didn't I cherish these seven years, short and long? In deep thoughts, I savor the love with my younger brother. The bits and pieces of this love are so unforgettable, so unforgettable, so lingering, leaving sincere tears. Looking at the light in the distance quietly, is there a figure I am familiar with? In this long night, I have been calling: Longlong, where are you? How are you? Can you come to see your sister? I wish you a happy life.

Pick up my faint thoughts, blend into this long blessing, turn into a faint fragrance, and float into your sweet dream with the help of a slight breeze. ...

You know, when you read a person's taste, your heart is covered with rotten grass. When the wind blows, it will rattle and echo your name. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? I always hold my mobile phone in my hand and dial those Arabic numerals over and over again, but I never have the courage to dial them out. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? When the phone rings, you will always be flustered, but when you see the caller ID, you will be deeply lost. Do you know what it is like to miss someone? You always sit in front of the computer and stare blankly at the screen. My brain is thinking, where are you at this moment? In what? This song "Do you know what it's like to miss someone?" actually appeared in my mind, but it was so in line with my mood at the moment. Looking at the sky without bright moon and stars, just smearing the endless black sky, as if it contained infinite sadness, and my thoughts also extended to the distance, I felt infinite disappointment. Close your eyes and feel with tears. What is heartache? Why do tears always fall when I miss you? Longlong, how are you now? Do you know that my sister is thinking about you? Where are you? Endless nights are like a screen, which reminds me of the scenes where my brother and I played, made trouble, were punished and studied together. ...

A wild goose chirps and shakes the autumn sky. It's late autumn, and lonely geese are afraid to leave the group. It flew by in a hurry and threw me into a dream with only autumn. The old lady lived in this dream.

I don't know who entered whose dream.

In my dream, the old lady was very quiet. She always likes to sit in front of the door and read some autumn leaves and newspapers. She watched and fell asleep again.

Autumn in that old lady's house is quiet and beautiful. A quiet old lady likes quiet children, so I don't talk much when she reads the newspaper. So in that Qiu Meng, in the bright morning day after day, there are always two recliners, one large and one small, a Yangtze Evening News that has hardly been turned over, an old lady sleeping on her side, and a child fondling autumn leaves. One by one, the same picture is interpreted again and again by two silent protagonists, but it seems not enough. Time is silent only when you hear the voice of geese.

The autumn at that old lady's house is also a joke. The old lady fell asleep reading the newspaper, and I began to be a "porter of nature" because I firmly believe that "turning into spring mud will protect flowers better" I always like to stuff fallen leaves into tree holes and make "stomach-invigorating and digestion-promoting tablets" for trees. That's not enough. I occasionally put fallen leaves in the old lady's hair to dress her up. The old lady was awakened by the cry of the wild goose and found that her head was covered with fallen leaves. She would hold my waist with both hands and shout "Little grandson" to let me take the fallen leaves. And I took the opportunity to catch her hair into a bird's nest and the two of them frolicked. Under the crisp autumn sky, another one flew in formation, and the neat word "one" fell with jagged geese.

Autumn in that old lady's house is intoxicating. The old lady likes to eat lotus roots. Almost every afternoon, she makes a dish of sweet and sour lotus root, and we always grab the last lotus root. I can't get tired of playing this game. The old lady said, "Add some wine to the sweet and sour lotus root, and take the villain on a tour after eating." Yes, the lotus root of the old lady's house will intoxicate me and bring me into a world full of rosy clouds. In that world, the old lady took my hand and walked on the horizon dyed red by the sunset. The last battle line in late autumn was overhead, and the neat word "human" shattered the jagged geese.

This is really like that! This dream is really good, I think. Why not, I think.

Suddenly I dreamt, and the battle line broke up, leaving only a lone goose. I am still a child on the earth, but time is no longer, I am alone.

It has been many years since she left the old lady, and now she has entered the disturbing dream of this world with a wild goose. Is she driving away the geese flying south and sticking to my dream, or am I too greedy for the autumn of the old lady's house? Is it a lonely goose flying out of a dream, or is it the old lady's sustenance? It's neither. It turns out that the old lady is a lonely goose who has no time, and I am a lonely goose who refuses to fly out of the old lady's house.

Just a wild goose, and then forgot to come back.

Missing topic composition 4 Missing is sweet, refreshing, and makes people feel heartfelt happiness. When I played with my father, he was very sweet, that kind of happiness, that kind of beauty. At that time, the laughter kept running in my memory: "Ha ha, ha ha, hee hee ..." Although my childhood passed, it also made me unforgettable.

There are thousands of people's thoughts, and I have not only "sweet" thoughts, but also "bitter" and "astringent" …

That was when grandma died. No one could feel that kind of bitterness and astringency, only myself, a person silently endured it. Grandma has been dead for a year, but that sadness can't be erased. Invisible and intangible, like a gust of wind and a cloud, floating around in my heart.

I miss not only these smells, but also sour ... At that time, I was a five-year-old child, and my brother found that his card was missing and accused me of "stealing". My mother beat me up at that time. I was too young to explain. Later, my brother found his card, and my mother cried when she found out. She was very sad and helpless. I stood by, not knowing what to do, standing silently, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Everyone's missing tastes different, but whatever it is, it plays a great role in a person's life. It can make an innocent person depressed, and it can also make a depressed person ecstatic.

Having an "unforgettable" miss is like having a "peerless horse", a horse with humanity. If you smile at him like a flower, he will be obedient to you and you can control it. If you frown at him, he will leave you. When you don't use this BMW when you should, it will fail day by day and die. Whether you can control this "BMW" depends on whether the time is ripe for use. ...

People who have tasted the taste of missing! Please get on the "missing horse" and start with the whip.

Time passed by inadvertently, sitting in my familiar bed and looking at the strange silver world outside the window, as if the color of the world disappointed me, and the weather gradually became so cool and cold.

Get up, go to school, get on the plane, and walk on the sidewalk. I feel as if I don't feel warm in this city, and I look at pedestrians coming and going inexplicably. Guangdong-how I want to go! But in the middle of the night, R hid in the dark, because my irrationality made Shinohara completely sad, but I didn't want to hurt the baby's heart. Can my efforts be saved? Dear Shinohara, can you still hear me when I call you? However, I really changed my mind, but I will listen to the baby. I really love you. You always make me feel warm on helpless nights. Can you still call me? Maybe I don't need any reason to think that Shinohara who has been thinking about her is still thinking about her? He was wrong. Can he return to his arms again?

From then on, there is no familiar voice, no heartbeat information, and life can only be a book by MengMeng, a slightly pouted mouth, involuntary eyes or a furtive look at the blue sky. Is the baby also looking up at this beautiful world? -But I miss you, honey. Are you okay?

It's finally getting dark again. I don't know how to describe it today! In reality, I want to learn' this is my hope and my baby', but after reviewing the book, I will make up everything these days', but I really want to have a voice to listen to' I really want to', but I can only talk to myself in the photo.

The world is finally quiet. No sound, no information. But can it really be quiet? (~ o ~) ~ ZZ What about the love I want? What about the baby? Everything seems to have changed. I can be so quiet. Besides books and photos, there are unforgettable music. Dear: Can you still see Ran talking to you? But I want you to know. However, I grasped the study. Do I want to lose you? Do you want this? But don't! ! ! But what's more important to you is your grades, okay? However, I can only turn on the computer to write my mood. Can you dial the natural Shinohara for me, if I am familiar with it? ```````````````````````````````````````

I used to think that missing someone was cruel torture, but when I struggled desperately on the edge of secularity and innocence and hesitated on the dividing line between forgetting and remembering, I found that I was used to missing, missing the innocence and whiteness of my childhood. Life is in a hurry. Passers-by in life leave only deep or shallow footprints, and they have no time to ponder, but they have been blurred by the casual triviality of life. They can only touch the footprints and miss the happy past. Keep thinking, keep calling and keep looking.

But in the end, I didn't know that I had experienced so many bumps and turns, and only a blank made me lost in vain. I hope that the magic of time can erase all the memories in my heart, so that I don't have to wait for that emptiness and desolation. Happiness seems to me to be an elusive thing, perhaps because there are still some knots in my heart. Therefore, I miss my good friends who have been away for many years and recall our friendship. The swing under the big banyan tree on campus is still wandering back and forth, but where are you, my friend? Are you okay? Things are different, and people are cool. This kind of sadness is the eternal pain in my life. What about you? Do you feel my endless thoughts and worries? Some people have left an indelible impression in their hearts.

Once some people leave life, they leave no trace and can't find the center of their thoughts. Is this a kind of sadness? I think so, too. Some people leave, which is an irreparable regret. They can't find their trace, and miss the days with them. This regret will always be a sad beauty in their hearts. On the road of life, I have come a long way. There is only a beautiful page left in that dusty diary, and stumbling tears can't wash away the obstacles of life. In the days to come, how should I face it? Helpless, helpless, I can only go on like this. Those lost, found and abandoned have long been overwhelmed by the heavy years. Yes, I miss them very much. I will never forget the ups and downs, joys and sorrows along the way. I hope I can cherish them forever.

That day, I happened to see my primary school graduation photo, and I felt a panic in my heart. Many students forgot their names, so I tried my best to look through my classmates' records and recall the past years. I breathed a sigh of relief. It took me two hours to remember the names of my classmates, and I felt guilty when I remembered that I was the monitor.

Maybe I really need to keep thinking and remembering, so that the remaining years can be preserved forever.

Missing topic composition 7 between heaven and earth, if it is a blink of an eye, it is only sudden. In the last few days of the twelfth lunar month, the flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger, and every wanderer in a foreign land misses his hometown more and more. The idea of going home for the New Year is like a green vine crawling all over his heart.

The Spring Festival is coming in a few days. Looking at the joy of others' full bags going home for the New Year, I can't say it in my heart. I think of the time when I left home, my childhood playmates, my parents, and my hometown ... The feeling of loneliness is even stronger, and nothing can replace that affection. In a foreign city, no matter how much pain and grievances are, they will never be mentioned in front of them, only sincere greetings and endless thoughts about them.

Everything in my hometown, everyone and everything, always appears in my mind, so clearly. When I was a child, my family lived in a cave. Whenever the Spring Festival comes, every household hangs red lanterns and puts up Spring Festival couplets. The children put on colorful new clothes, holding the lucky money given by their elders, and ran around in groups to pay New Year greetings. When I grow up, in order to dream of leaving my hometown, I want to go home to reunite with my family and help my parents post Spring Festival couplets every Spring Festival. The family sat together talking and laughing, watching the Spring Festival Gala, helping my mother pack jiaozi, and even putting a one-dollar coin in the jiaozi. Whoever can eat this coin-wrapped jiaozi is the luckiest. Selfless love and blessings are all in this jiaozi.

What I miss most is New Year's Day. People in the whole village get up in the morning and go door to door to pay New Year greetings to their elders. They ran from the east to the west of the village. Every time they go to a family, they kowtow to their elders and receive New Year greetings. Grandparents take New Year gifts for our grandchildren to plunder, and if they are lucky, they can eat sweet candy. After a year of worship, the child's mouth and pockets are full of food. If they can't hold it, just hold it in their hands and the children will be very happy.

Looking at the starry sky outside the window at night, the moon is so bright, which reminds me of a sentence in Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart": "The moon is now full across the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time". Du Fu's "My Brothers on a Moonlit Night", he knew that the dew would be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home was so bright! . The deep feeling of missing my hometown filled my whole heart. It is my dream to go home for the New Year. How many nights are haunted. For people far away from home, home is always the most precious picture hidden in memory.

Missing topic composition 8 people's life, in order to study and survive, often away from their loved ones, away from home. This also makes relatives in the two places care about each other and miss each other infinitely. This yearning is born of love, and sometimes it is painful and heart-wrenching.

People's spiritual world is very rich, reading books, watching TV and watching movies. Suddenly one day, a stranger who has nothing to do with you walks into your life, and you will like him and miss him for no reason. This yearning is born of love and appreciation, and sometimes it is happy and sweet.

The understanding between relatives, including telephone, internet and letters, can tell each other their love for each other and report everything after parting.

For the thoughts of strangers, you will watch his news and videos, read his articles and listen to his voice. Let yourself feel not far from him, and gradually this stranger becomes a familiar person, a familiar stranger.

The thoughts between relatives are long-lasting and cannot be changed. Whether he is excellent or mediocre, whether he is good or bad to you, even if one day he does something that bothers you, you will still care, miss, and even care and miss more after complaining.

It's not wrong to make the stranger you like perfect in your heart. Otherwise, you will lose the reason to like him. Cute and always flawed, everyone is the same. When people are far away, the bright spots on their bodies will be clearly seen, and occasionally they are a little insufficient and will be covered by light. From a distance, everything about this stranger is perfect, which is exactly what you expect. So this stranger you miss, you'd better never see him again. Just watching from a distance, enjoying quietly, and remembering silently.

I hope that the closer my relatives are, the better, which can reduce the pain of missing. For strangers you like, it is best to keep your distance, so that love can last for a long time.

Missing between relatives is reasonable. There are blood ties, feelings, memories of living together, responsibilities and obligations. This kind of missing is mutual.

It is unreasonable to miss a stranger, just because of a work, an article, a thing that moves you. As long as you find the angle of liking him, people will have inexplicable love. This person will never know who you are or where you are. He doesn't even know that there is such a person who likes him in this world. This deficiency is one-sided.

If one day, you can't get any news from this person, including images, articles, sounds, etc. In a month or a year, you will gradually forget this person, no longer know him, no longer miss him and become a real stranger. Because people's feelings need to be maintained. Without news, there is no reason to continue to like it-this stranger can be changed frequently.

Now, I have a blog. Blog makes the world a small place. Even if that person goes to the ends of the earth, even if he has no more works to show you, even if one day he becomes an ordinary person, you can see his news and know what he is doing because he has a blog. It doesn't matter if you don't blog for a month or two. You knew he would come back. This is his home. As long as you hear from him, as long as you know that he is okay, that's enough.

For the people you love, you want them to be safe, healthy and happy. For the stranger you like, you want him to be excellent and radiant.

In the dead of night, I am very worried when I think of my distant relatives. When I think of it, I shed tears. I have no choice. I dialed the telephone and heard the voice of my relatives. This is the only way to settle down.

When I have nothing to do, I will stare blankly at the image of a stranger and listen to his voice. Then, my heart will fail-I feel unreasonable!

Thank you for having so many relatives in the world, so that you can not live alone, make you feel important and give you spiritual sustenance!

Thank you for having such a familiar stranger in the world that you like, so that your life is not boring and your mind has space. .....

Missing topic composition 9 Concern is an indelible trace of missing and sadness. Concern, like a misty town, is light or thick. People are imminent and lingering.

A deep homesickness, let the scissors of time cut away the bits and pieces of time. Let the wind and sand of the homeland repeatedly touch the reef of memory. Make your eyes hesitate and stagger. Will arouse full meditation at night. So every time I start writing, there is a long sigh and wordless silence. He wandered around, unable to say what he wanted to say or send it, so he had to bury the meaning of wandering in his heart.

Caring is a kind of melancholy, but it is a silent blessing. Bloom flowers fall, and the full moon person disappears, which will cause deep melancholy inadvertently. If you think about it for a long time, it seems true and false to dream back to the past countryside, and the dream is illusory. At this time, there is a long-lost yearning, and suddenly looking back, it is no longer in the ebb and flow season.

Care is the comfort of the soul. Young and fluctuating hearts may be ready to move, and fragile hearts may be broken. In the boundless dust, there are still many pairs of eyes watching you, caring for you and hanging for you. The feeling of being cared for is sweet, and the burden on the soul is lightened. Tomorrow, you will be greeted by a smiling sunrise.

Caring is a complex emotion, and it is the blending of people's hearts; Concern is a special emotion that needs no words. In the long world of mortals, we care about each other, either close at hand or far away.

10 wind brings the footsteps of midsummer closer, and a piece of Jiao Yang refracts into my privately built country cabin. I pushed open the wooden door and strode into the mountains, taking advantage of the only coolness in the morning. ...

Twenty years ago today.

That year, I just turned 20. On that day, I fell out with my parents, because I didn't have a company to accept me in the big city, and even any small shop wouldn't recruit me! There is only one idea in my mind: to be a reclusive writer in the mountains and give up my precious university for four years.

When my parents knew what I thought, they immediately became anxious: "We worked hard to earn money to support our family, so that you can have a perfect life, get married and have children. 20 years old is every child's mood for love. You ruined your life at the age of 20 and gave up college for four years. Hey, where do you want your parents' faces? "

Regardless of my parents, I slammed the door with all my luggage, flew to a remote mountain forest in Yunnan and started writing in seclusion!

Here, I met all the constraints and troubles. Although I couldn't get close, I liberated myself and released my purest smile!

Go to the mountains every morning to find writing materials; After lunch at noon, I fell asleep in the warm sunshine; At night, look up at the night sky and listen to the symphony in the mountains. ...

Twenty years later.

In a trance, I am forty years old and haven't been home for twenty years! In the morning, I found the materials and walked into the yard. Because of the arrival of summer, the trees in the yard grow very luxuriantly!

The tree is covered with green leaves, mixed with such gorgeous flowers, and there are crystal dew on it. What a vibrant scene!

I climbed the tree and picked the most beautiful flowers. Looking at the color above, I can see my parents' pictures in my mind and think: Mom and Dad, are you old? Twenty years have passed, and I miss you day and night! Twenty years ago, I was sorry for you and had a big fight with you ... After thinking about it, my eyes were full of tears and I was fascinated by flowers!

I, this flower, let me miss, let me move, let me cry. ...