Miss the excellent composition

In study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my excellent composition for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Remembering the excellent composition 1 The 15th day of the seventh lunar month is the annual "Ghost Festival" and the 80th anniversary of grandpa's death/kloc-0. We drove back to our hometown with deep feelings to pay homage.

Open the rusty lock, the yard is overgrown with weeds, dead leaves, mice and insects scurry around, mosquitoes and flies breed, mature walnuts fall to the ground to rot, the waterway is blocked, the door is rusted, and there is a pungent musty smell in the room. The whole yard became particularly desolate,

Thinking that my beloved grandfather was always the first to get up when he was alive, he cooked breakfast for us, watched us sleep in, and couldn't bear to wake us up, so he went shopping alone and didn't eat together until we got up. Every time I go home, grandpa always calls us baby-baby-baby-baby and secretly gives my sister and me pocket money to buy snacks. I especially like to go for a ride in grandpa's electric tricycle. Grandpa always takes us to town to buy our favorite yellow river fried fish, roast chicken and baked beef ... Later, I learned to drive my grandfather's electric tricycle, so I took my grandfather and sister to the restaurant to buy a banquet. Then, it was in this vibrant yard that I opened two big ones.

Still in this yard, every Spring Festival, grandpa always buys firecrackers for us to play with and gives my sister and me a lot of lucky money. Grandpa likes to grow fruits and vegetables in the yard. The whole garden is green at this time of year. But now, without grandpa, how can the gap be so big? I can't help crying.

In the afternoon, relatives came one after another. When the sun was setting, we sent the money to grandpa's grave. In the high corn field, wild flowers and weeds covered grandpa's grave. In the past, only bamboo stands were left in the wreaths full of graves. Grandparents were lying in the cold underground, and my aunt and mother rushed to the scene and cried. Dad drew a circle on grandpa's grave with a stick, which means "cornucopia". We took out the prepared gold ingots, silver ingots and a lot of Ming coins, ... and put them in the cornucopia and burned them all. My brother set off firecrackers next to us. Then, we knelt in front of grandparents' graves and kowtowed home.

Today, it makes me sad.

Miss the excellent composition 2 This is a tragic story, but also a touching story. After reading Missing in Autumn, I saw the shining crystal in my life.

The hero in the article lost hope for life and ignored his mother because his legs were paralyzed. It was not until she died of illness that he understood her good intentions and decided to live a good life with her sister.

The article describes the greatness of maternal love with simple language and life examples. A great mother will not ignore her disabled son, but will care more about him. The article describes that the son often throws things testily, while the mother sneaks out of the door quietly, quietly observing the movement in the house and letting the son vent his inner pain. But how sad is the mother outside the house at this time? In this article, the mother always tries her best to inspire her son and help him build up confidence in life. Mother asked her son to go to Wanhai to enjoy flowers more than once, but he always refused. The son learned that his mother was seriously ill and agreed. Her mother sat and stood happily for a while, with a long-lost smile on her face. But before Shang Huashi, my mother had gone to heaven. After reading this, my heart was violently shocked. This is mother, this is maternal love. If she had been treated earlier, maybe … but she couldn't let go of her son. She insisted on just accompanying her son and cheering him up.

A great mother can care for and protect you at the cost of her own life. At the end of the article, the son was shocked by his mother's departure. In order to repay his mother, he decided to live well. I was deeply moved by this kind of affection, and the selflessness of maternal love brought a bright future to my son.

In real life, maternal love is everywhere. Sweet breakfast, gentle exhortation and encouraging words ... show our mother's deep love everywhere. So, please don't be disturbed by your mother when she is talking to you. Great maternal love is hidden in this ordinary life.

It is another sad day to miss excellent composition 3. Looking at the misty rain and the surging crowd outside the window, my heart is broken, mom! I have too many troubles to tell you. Although you have left us, your voice and face are smiling. You teach seriously; Your deep expectation, my sister and I will always remember it!

Mom, I'm really sorry. I write this letter to you with great guilt today. As children, we have not fulfilled our responsibilities as children, but we have brought you endless troubles.

I remember that after my leg was disabled, my temper became furious and willful. I often throw things for no reason and beat my useless legs hard. At this time, you always say to me carefully after I vent: the flowers in Beihai are blooming, and I will push you away. I said, I'm not going, I'm not going!

At that time, I was too headstrong and disobedient to understand your pains at all, but I didn't know that your illness had reached such a serious level. One day, I agreed to your request, and some smiles appeared on your haggard face. You were anxious and waiting to push me out, but when you went out, you never came back and left us forever. Your last words in a coma turned out to be: my sick son and that underage daughter. . . . . .

Last autumn, my sister pushed me to Beihai to see flowers. Chrysanthemum, a plant with strong vitality, is blooming romantically, with elegant yellow, noble white and warm red. Isn't this the performance you expected? "Let's live together ..."

Mom, don't worry! Your children have grown up, we must live a good life, life is rich and colorful, and we must strive to be a useful person to society. Mom, if there is an afterlife, we will still be mother and son, okay?

Miss that excellent composition. 4. Miss, arouse the waves of the lake in our hearts. I miss it because I lost it; Because we missed it, we can get it back.

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I don't know when to say goodbye to elegance, exquisiteness and subtlety, and people bid farewell to nostalgia.

"Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestry hang down" is a graceful catkin gesture. I remember someone once praised her posture in the wind. "The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. " But nowadays, wicker is called a synonym for weakness.

I don't know when the old songs were forgotten. "The moon is like Bai Lianhua walking through the clouds, and the evening breeze blows a burst of songs ..." "Let's paddle and push the waves away ..." The ballads that often hang on our lips in childhood have been replaced by one pop song after another. I don't understand that pop songs seem to be out of date in the new century and become the "garbage" of the times.

I don't know when the revolutionary spirit of hard struggle will be forgotten. People only know how to drive motorcycles in busy downtown areas; I only know how to count his stacks of hundred-dollar bills in the secret room; I only know singing and dancing crazily in karaoke; All I know is to enjoy the beauty of life in a five-star hotel ... "The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan has only leisure", all of which have been forgotten.

I don't know when the beautiful natural scenery has been replaced by one tall building after another. Hiding in the stone forest, you can't see the bright moon or the stars. In addition to the wall, there is a thick wall around.

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Oh, I don't want it. I want to shout for everything we have lost. Friends, please remember everything we once had. It is my mother who sings old folk songs to put us to sleep every night. It is the spirit of hard work and plain living that saved us in China; It is the beautiful starry sky and nature that accompany us through a spring and autumn period.

In other words, we have lost it, but what we have lost can be regained. Please open our hearts and let our beautiful memories last forever.

Missing makes the horizon close at hand.

Miss the excellent composition 5 miss, like a nostalgic movie, gently wet the soul, miss, like a colorful dream, full of complex hearts. The memory of childhood is a dust, which falls in the past and in Yan's eyes. I want to cry. I know that my childhood has passed, and life in rainy season is not as calm and dull as a pot of brewed tea.

I miss my childhood days, with tears, heart and words ... childhood made me walk a part of my life in a down-to-earth way.

It sent me through a peaceful and happy journey until its end, and gently sent him away with my hands. The future will be a stormy journey. He baptized me, encouraged me and made me strong, but I still dreamed of the sunshine of my childhood. I dreamed of the rain in Mao Mao when I was a child.

My mood changes with time, so does my age. Now I have grown up and lost my friends-"childhood" only left a record of our friendship.

Living under the same blue sky as my childhood, enjoying the same sunshine, listening to the same noise and enjoying the same tranquility. On the day of parting, I held his hand tightly and begged him to stay with me in tears. But he pulled out his hand and said, "Don't cling to the past, seize the present, and someone will accompany you in the future." I nodded gently and looked at his distant back, only to know that I had grown up and had no chance and right to live in my childhood.

I lost my childhood, but I gained maturity and strength. I sailed to the wind and rain in a boat given to me by my childhood. ......

Living in the rainy season, we understand that the passing of childhood is a pity.

But it is precisely because of the beauty of childhood that it is possible to grow up to this day.

When I was 6 years old, my parents told me that you were too young, the society was too complicated, and you were too simple, so I gradually became more complicated. I believe everyone is like this, and the world has become more complicated, complicated and mysterious than the society of my parents' generation. People live a tired life, and the culprit is my father's father's father's mother's mother.

Actually, why is this? All this is very real. I'm doing this for something so called, because I'm labeled as someone who doesn't understand the world, so I won't talk about it. Simple society, simple world, there is no intrigue, only simple me and you, how can it be disharmonious, and do we still need to advocate a harmonious society? No, this ruler, why didn't he think of it? To put it bluntly, he is still too self-centered and connects his heart with society. Is it a loss? Losing is a blessing!

By comparison, I don't know whether it's upward, selfish or self-expression. It's disgusting and makes the world very tired.

Money is really a good thing. Although money is not everything, you can't do anything without it. This makes everyone work hard for those numbers. What's the value? This is just a performance. What's the use? Haha, it is really because of blowing too much that the brain lacks a string, which is anti-hypoxia and self-expansion. Always like this. Relaxation, simplicity and loveliness are virtues. Slowly, you changed, changed, and became a villain. Interest is everything to you. Cool, isn't it? Disguised capital is given by the world. It's from that simple world. It is also looking for a wise man who doesn't touch mud. It's ridiculous that he is really stupid and retarded when he is busy and miserable.

I really want to cry for myself, laugh for the world and laugh for the sadness of the world. But I don't know what to do when I see the picture of the doll. I smiled with relief and confusion. In fact, the creator did not expect this. The pure world is his original intention, but we have come to the present step by step. I don't want to. Let's laugh it off again.

That simple world, perhaps just a dream, is the initial dream, in which we will also be gratified to laugh.

Youth is a bright sadness, so we have been wandering in youth. The passage of time will make people unconsciously sigh the shortness of youth, like running water flowing eastward, unchanged since ancient times.

This is a space that we can't dominate. We can only watch youth walking in the complicated scenery. Maybe he will look back casually to see if we miss the past, or regret not enjoying the roadside scenery. Let us watch it go away with tears in our eyes, leaving only a string of our nostalgia.

Cherish the people in memories of youth, Myanmar, just like the stars in the sky, flashing in the flood of the Milky Way, scattering their sadness. When youth passed us by, we curled up in the corner of the sunset, secretly touching the tears on our cheeks and waving goodbye to youth. When we understand that youth is irreversible, in order to get some psychological comfort, we will write down some nostalgic words.

Some people are willing to be ordinary, and the feelings of youth written down are like clouds in the past, and there is nothing profound until the feelings of the soul point out the direction for them. When they saw the curtain of the night open, they just felt that it was dark, not that our youth was approaching death again, and our time slipped away quietly like thieves.

When youth can't stay, all that remains is nostalgia. Time is ruthless, and it will not stand still because of our little understanding. The season is still changing, youth is gone forever, and homesickness continues. ......

During those days, I was full of nostalgia, and I missed our youth. With a string of nostalgic tears, I drifted away on the road of youth until I disappeared into my memory!

I miss that excellent composition. I really, really miss traveling to Yunnan with my friends. In the blink of an eye, eight, nine, 10,1,12 ... five months have passed and I am the only one remembering.

Back in the past, I set out with great joy. On the way to Yunnan, I made new friends, played poker and chess with three partners, and even walked from the locomotive to the back of the train. Occasionally I meet a few foreign tourists and say to them with a smile, "Hello!" After skipping one scenic spot, I started to drive long distances to the next one. ...

I used to complain for a long time because the food in Yunnan tastes different, and I was particularly homesick. But at the end of that journey, I was a little lost. The four people who started playing together were not in the same class, and gradually became unfamiliar. Everyone went their separate ways. ...

I didn't cherish it at first, but now I remember it gradually. I stare at the distance and I want to cry. I really want to travel with my former friends next time. At that time, I will know how to cherish it.

I am a junior high school student who is about to face the senior high school entrance examination. Getting along with classmates for three years will also end in half a year. I don't want to leave our happy and lovely class 062, and I don't want to leave the lively and humorous classmates in the class ... because I don't want to give up, so now I must cherish every day of this half year and cherish the time with you every day.

On graduation day, I want to hold a Datong study record so that every student in my class can leave his own mark on it; I think I will cry that day, not with my best friend, but secretly hiding in a corner, laughing and crying.

"Thank you all the time!"

In the 14 years of my life, many people accompanied me. Maybe they only stayed for a short time, but I will remember their bright smiles. I believe that on the day I bid farewell to junior high school life, I will smile and say, "Goodbye! Class 062! "

If you miss it, please cherish it.

Before, I must learn to cherish!

Miss Excellent Composition 9 If time goes back-back to that year, that day, that moment.

That year, August 20xx 12, was the day when my life left this world and the way my grandfather left this world.

At that time, I was in the second grade and was having a quiet class in the classroom. Suddenly, the teacher came over and said, "Zhang Louran, go and pack your schoolbag. Your parents have come to pick you up because of something. "

I saw pity in the teacher's eyes, and I seemed to think of something in my heart. I immediately packed my schoolbag and followed the teacher out of the classroom. On the way home, my mother told me that grandpa died and went to a place called heaven. At that time, when I was young, I only knew that "death" was death. I asked my mother, "Mom, will grandpa come back?"

My mother cried and said to me, "Grandpa is dead and won't come back."

Hearing this, my tears flooded everything in front of me like a flood that burst its banks. When I got home, I looked at my grandfather's bed. There is nothing there. I remember when I went to school in the morning, I said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, tomorrow is my birthday. Be sure to prepare a birthday present for me! " Say that finish, I also smiled at grandpa, grandpa smiled at me. Who knows, that was the last time I smiled at grandpa, and grandpa smiled at me for the last time.

"Grandpa, you don't keep your word. You promised to give me a birthday present tomorrow. You don't keep your word! " I cried.

My mother said to me, "Stop crying, son. Grandpa has just gone to heaven. When you are old, you will go, and mom and dad will reunite with grandpa. "

I stopped crying, opened my eyes and asked my mother, "Mom, is everything you said true?" Mother nodded to me.

Now that I think about it, I will smile more beautifully and let grandpa remember my smile. Grandpa, you should have a good life in heaven.

Miss the excellent composition 10. The lone star and the waning moon seem to have solidified, and the stars are crying. People are meditating. ...

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In the summer sky, scattered stars hang on the horizon. I was cleaning my desk at home alone, and suddenly an old photo fell from an old book. I bent down to pick it up. This is a yellow photo. In the photo, you smiled kindly at me, my fingertips brushed your cheek gently, and tears filled my eyes unconsciously.

The wind blows the leaves, flying in pieces, just like my thoughts, another leaf is raised.

I remember my parents were often away when I was a child, so I went to accompany you. In my memory, you think of an old urchin. Although he is very old, he is full of energy every day. You play with me.

At that time, the water came from the village and was in the period of farmland irrigation. After the busy farming, you take me fishing. You carry the fishing net, and I will follow you with the bucket. There is a river behind the house. Although the water is not very clean, there are many fish in it. When we went there, many people were already there. You catch fish with a long pole on the shore, and I will carry a bucket to cheer for you. After a while, before you noticed the shore, I caught the tadpole. I accidentally got stuck in the mud and couldn't pull it out. I didn't dare to shout at first, for fear of being criticized by you after hearing it. I began to cry, and my grandfather heard it and ran over. I pulled it out slowly under your guidance. You touch me and my heart beats like a rabbit. Instead of criticizing me, you comforted me kindly and told me jokes that made me laugh. In the evening, you stewed my favorite fish for me. I was very happy and gradually forgot what happened during the day.

Unconsciously, it was very late. Recalling the many happy times you spent with me, I can't help but feel a sour nose. I no longer have that kind eyes and greetings, only endless thoughts.

The tree wants to keep quiet, but the wind will not stop; My son wants to serve his parents when they are old, but they are gone. Grandpa, do you remember?

Tears slide down and gently wipe away, your love is in your heart.

I miss the sycamore tree in front of you 1 1. The leaves fell off ... and took my memory away. -Inscription.

The buttonwood tree in front of grandpa's door has fallen leaves. ......

There is a vague memory in my mind: grandpa is holding me young and sitting at the door. "Grandpa, what's the name of this sapling?" "It's called Indus." "oh! What does it look like? " "When you know. ."

"Grandpa" is a warm and kind word in my heart. When I was a child, I lived in my grandfather's house. He takes care of me every day and makes me enjoy the warmth. Whenever I have a cold and a fever, he is even more anxious than getting sick, and he has been with me to take care of me. Several times he fell asleep at the head of the bed; Whenever I made a mistake, he always criticized me severely, but when I realized my mistake, he kindly told me the truth and warned me not to make it again. Whenever I succeed, he will earnestly say, "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind!" " ! Then magically took out two sweets from his pocket; Whenever I encounter difficulties, it will give me advice and help me overcome them.

In a blink of an eye, I haven't visited my grandfather for ten years. The last time I left was autumn. The sapling was almost as tall as me, and its leaves turned yellow and fell to the ground.

Now, the buttonwood tree in front of the door seems to have been forgotten by me, and grandpa's warm smiling face is still firmly engraved in my heart.

To my regret, I didn't see grandpa for the last time.

Grandpa died in the Mid-Autumn Festival. That day, without warning, my father received a phone call and told me,' Xin, your grandfather is going to die.' I was shocked at once. How is that possible? Grandpa is so healthy! I can't help crying. My parents went to my grandfather's house that day and didn't let me go for fear of delaying my study.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again. I leaned against the buttonwood in front of grandpa's door. Dead leaves are everywhere. I looked up at the sky secretly, but there was a star hanging in the sky, blinking at me. Is that star grandpa?

Miss the excellent composition 12, miss the New Year a few years ago. ...

I remember that at that time, during the Spring Festival, every family took out the best food stored by themselves to entertain guests, just for fun and joy. A few red lanterns will be hung at the door of every house, which will make the street warm and peaceful through a touch of bright red in the dark.

Grandma lives in her hometown, and we go back every Spring Festival. Only these days will I go back to my hometown to stay.

Grandma often feels lonely when she stays alone in her hometown for a long time. So whenever the new year comes, she walks around the yard, waiting for the knock on the door and the laughter of her children and grandchildren.

With the quick knock on the door, grandma ran excitedly to open the door. "Come back, cold or not, come and eat something!" "She smiled, just hot sweat inadvertently came out in the kitchen. After eating a bowl of hot rice, she said, "It's delicious! "Enough to make grandma's tiredness disappear completely.

I'm full, sitting in front of the door, waiting for the first fireworks in the New Year.

Finally, with a scream, the first batch of fireworks soared into the sky. It rose at an extremely fast speed and flew into the air in the blink of an eye, with brilliant sparks shining on its tail.

When it reaches the highest point, there will be another explosion in the darkness. In a flash, the fireworks that used to be like missiles instantly turned into ashes, replaced by fireworks all over the sky, forming a fiery red flower in the cold winter night.

Grandma was fascinated by it. Fireworks rushed into the sky one after another, and pieces of fireworks lit up the night and ignited the New Year.

However, the past is just the past, just like sand blown away by the wind. You can't catch it, but you can only watch it float away.

The Spring Festival is not so lively now, only a few lanterns and tables of hot dishes.

The new year is still a new year, but it has lost its original flavor.

How I miss the New Year's Day when I could watch fireworks in my grandma's arms a few years ago.

Miss Excellent Composition 13 is another Tomb-Sweeping Day. Everyone else is busy paying homage to their dead relatives. Most of our family members are still alive, but without this small figure, we feel very empty. If the cat is still here this year, there may not be some joy at home. It's been six months. Maybe the cat has been reduced to ashes in the crematorium shared by pets. We have to accept the fact that we dare not say a word about its death. I feel lost because I haven't even seen what people look like after death. As far as I can remember, it was the last time it appeared, with funny hair and dark brown eyes. If the time is pushed to a longer time, it is still a lively cat, which is the golden age of a cat's life. I didn't know whether I was teasing the cat or the cat was teasing me.

In winter, cats like to nest in bed. It seems that a cat's nest is not enough. They can sleep all afternoon as soon as they sleep. After enough sleep, they still linger, just stretching a few times and lying down in another position. Strangely, the cat can lie in bed for hours without choking, but its laziness has brought me trouble. I slept at night and didn't notice where the cat was. I didn't fall asleep after lying for a long time. I bumped into a furry thing head-on. When I lifted the quilt, the cat stared at me with eyes as big as marbles. The pupil of an eye is as big as half an eye. I saw it jump up and walk away. Sometimes, for some reason, cats run like crazy. There are dozens of gray cat paw prints on the snow-white wall, which is its "masterpiece". Its amazing jumping ability is estimated to be used at this time. It jumps directly from the table to the top of the wardrobe, and then "falls freely" from the wardrobe to the ground. Its tail swelled to the size of a squirrel's tail and stood straight like a candle. From the ground to the closet, from the wall to the stove, it has its footprints.

Although the cat is long gone, I'm glad to know it. I learned something that others don't know. This is the life of a cat. If it can see me in the sky, I hope it can have a better life and a truly free new life.

Miss the excellent composition 14 from childhood, miss a strange word, or a beautiful dream, but the more I touch it, the more I am afraid to stay away from it, and even have suicidal thoughts, but I did it-

I remember one evening, the sky was very bright, very bright. On the hillside and in the fields, the winter jasmine blooms so luxuriantly and brilliantly. When the wind blows, the whole fragrance comes to the nose without hesitation.

I dropped out of school on Friday, and I happened to meet my grandmother on the way. Grandma sent me back to her house, saying that grandpa was cooking wonton at home. Hearing this, I was so happy that I ran to grandma's house. Mom was here, and grandpa went to buy salt. Suddenly my mind flashed and the teacher said to buy review materials. I clamored for it and had to buy it. At this moment. ...

Grandpa came back: "What review materials?" I naturally don't want grandpa to take me to buy it. Besides, can grandpa's small body work? This is not my grandfather's trouble. "What review materials shall I take you to buy?" Seeing grandpa's indomitable expression, I can only give in.

Not to mention the way grandpa rides a motorcycle, which is not inferior at all, but amazing. Full of energy and cool. I didn't say a word all the way. The winter jasmine on the mountain still blooms so badly that it smells delicious. I held his thin and huge back tightly, and I felt an indescribable sense of security. I was happy and sweet all the way. ...

That day, I happily held a book and read as I pleased. Suddenly I feel that grandpa is no longer skinny. He is very tall and has an inexhaustible greatness.

But now that my grandfather has passed away, I am holding that favorite book and looking at the vast expanses of blooming winter jasmine on that mountain. Eyes full of winter jasmine, fragrant and warm, wish you go, grandpa, winter jasmine, lovely and beautiful, wish you to see it in the sky. ...

Clusters, clusters, dense, short, but full of vitality.

Miss the excellent composition 15 The sky after the rain is so beautiful. A dazzling rainbow appeared at the junction of heaven and earth. After a little washing by light rain, the earth became moist, and the green trees and grass on the side were stained with dew, which became an ornament in nature.

At the moment, I am still a petite child. I'm lying on that land, my clothes are as wet as it, and I feel very cold. I stared at the sky, and the dark clouds had dispersed, only to see the dazzling sunlight shining on my face, which made my eyes half open and half closed. I closed my eyes and listened to the sweet birds singing softly. I felt a strong wind blowing head-on, and it blew away pieces of dead leaves. The wind is like the rhythm in the sound, and the fallen leaves flutter with its melody and gently fall to the ground.

Unfortunately, these scenes will not appear in front of my eyes again, but will be deeply imprinted in my mind, unforgettable and unforgettable. Now when I wake up, I will hear the unpleasant sound of construction, cranes and the collision between bricks and iron blocks, which has been lingering in my ears. When I opened the window, I couldn't see the bright sunshine, but all kinds of tall buildings blocked it and became an obstacle between me and it.

I threw myself on the bed and put my face on the pillow to keep my eyes from falling. I miss my childhood life very much, so carefree; Miss your close contact with nature; Miss beautiful birds and insects; Miss that beautiful rainbow; Miss the weather after the rain; I miss the melody of the wind and the footsteps of fallen leaves. I miss everything in my childhood. For me, these things can only be missed again and again, missed again and experienced again.

I am very happy. I have such an unforgettable past. In the future, I will cherish all valuable things and all kinds of once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, instead of missing and regretting.