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It was early August, and before returning to China, Hamudi and I played football for the last time. I also played my best that day and left a deep impression on many of my golfers.

Sunset, the sun dyed the parting clouds red, and a touch of sunset glow is crossing our heads. I will be separated from my helpful good friend. Hamudi and I are very sad. Our friendship for one year may be over, and we may never see each other again. A year's friendship, although relatively short, does not mean that it is over. During my 365 days in Canada, Ham and I were together every day, whether at school or during holidays.

Mother also separated from Hammudi's mother, Negia menstruation. When we first arrived in Canada, they helped us many times, so our mother and son also formed a deep friendship with them.

On the way from the stadium to the apartment, I shook hands with Hammudi, my mother and Aunt Nega. We hope to leave a deep and cordial memory on our hands before we leave.

The next morning, Hamudi and I were really going to part. Sitting in the car, Hamuqiong suddenly ran quickly in the strong wind, gave me the promised gift and held my hand tightly. This handshake is the one that impressed me the most, and I will never forget it. Until now, my mind is full of shaking hands at that time. Although his hands were soft, he tried his best to hold the parting hand and keep his friends.

Although I was telling myself "Mochow will have no bosom friend in the future", the picture kept coming to my mind. I made up my mind to go to Canada when I grow up, find Hamudi and shake hands with him.

That unforgettable evening, like a silhouette, was cut out in my childhood. The mood of parting is like a drizzle, passing through my mixed heart. I don't know how to express my feelings in the letter, and I don't know whether the years have worn away that hazy dream. The surging blue waves, like meteors in the dark, passed through my mind, leaving only a faint moonlight.

Although everyone went their separate ways after leaving, it was still a long time, and everyone hoped to meet again. I still stroked the slightly yellowed photo, recalling the past, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Students on campus all call their friends "brothers". Looking at their backs, I want to say, "Friendship is not good for you. But when you are lost in the dark, desperate in the ice and snow, regardless of your own safety, a true friend is the one who handed you the torch. "

You taught me a lot during this unusual trip. I still remember that day, the storm blew dark clouds, as if to make them disappear quickly, but the clouds were more indulgent. They have accumulated great energy and let the cold and merciless downpour fall on our heads. The arrival of night added insult to injury to the task. You look up at the sky and say, "It's raining too hard now. Going now will delay your trip. Let's camp! " "We set up a camp in the heavy rain. When I look at my backpack, something seems to be missing. When I opened it, I found that I accidentally left the signal flare where I slept at noon. It's too late, at such an urgent moment, something has happened! I have no choice but to go out and look for it. I turned on my flashlight and retraced my steps. Before I came up the hill, I grabbed a crutch that looked strong and tried to climb it. As a result, I fell halfway and rolled into the grass and fainted. When I woke up, I was already lying in the tent. I heard from my teammates that you carried me back in the heavy rain.

You can't avoid meeting and parting in life. When we meet, we feel that you are indifferent, but when we leave, it becomes endless yearning.

There are too many departures in the world, and everyone's life can't change this course. He can be called a fault in life, and every layer has traces of injury, so the deeper you love, the greater the injury. In the end, there is only a sweet and bitter memory left.

It was a morning, she was wearing a light pink dress, which was gently blown up by the breeze, like a flower in bud in spring, with a touch of shyness and charm. She said, "Hello, are you from Class Five?" We will be friends in the future! "Someone will make friends with me, I was shocked. I was introverted when I first started school. No one seems to talk to me, let alone make friends with me. She was the only one.

She is my "sister" rather than my classmate. We have many common topics. We help each other in our study and understand each other in our study. She is always the first to comfort when encountering setbacks, and he is always the first to help when encountering difficulties.

In my eyes, she is a typical "other people's child". She not only has excellent grades, but also has a kind heart. No matter which course she takes, she is good at it. She looks sweet and is very popular with teachers and classmates.

As the saying goes, "A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but a friendship between villains is as sweet as cucumber." It means that a friendship between gentlemen based on morality is elegant and pure, as light as water, and so are we. True friends may not contact frequently or much at ordinary times, but they do have heart-to-heart communication. If one party really needs help, the other party will do whatever it takes.

Later, because of her excellent grades, she was transferred. However, after all, a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but I don't know why my heart is sour. Maybe we will never see it again. This glass of water seems too weak, so weak that it seems to be nothing. ...

Later, I really didn't see her. Maybe this is parting! The deeper you love, the more you hurt.

However, those sweet memories with her will always be engraved in my heart and stored in my heart …

Even if we leave, some things will never change.

The gray sky is lifeless, and there are faint lights in people's houses in the distance. School will start in a few days, and grandma is packing for us. My brother and I sat on the bench while the others waited quietly.

Grandma helped us pack our bags and didn't speak. She just sat down and looked at us and smiled with relief. The whole family seems to be enjoying this wonderful time. My tears rolled in my eyes and looked at my relatives greedily. Because I am about to leave my hometown. ...

Finally, my uncle broke the unforgettable silence: "It's time, let's go ..." Grandma stood up and said, "I'll see you off." Everyone is just fooling around.

When we came outside, night hung over our heads, and a few stars flashed from time to time. I finally burst into tears. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and grandma rushed over and took my hand to comfort me and said, "The child doesn't cry, and she can see grandma this New Year." I'm not happy, but my mood is heavier.

We still sat in the car, and I still sobbed softly. Grandma held my hand tightly and said to me, "grandson, study hard when you arrive, and remember to call grandma often." I nodded gently and managed to squeeze out a smile. Grandma smiled when she saw me.

All good things must come to an end, and the doors are closed. At that moment, how I wanted to let time stay at the moment when everyone got together; How I want to spend more time with my grandma; Look at this place where I was born and raised. The car started, leaving a smoke trail in the air. My face pressed against the cold window, watching the man wave to me until he disappeared. ...

I sat quietly in the car and stopped crying, but I shed tears of parting when I thought that my grandmother could only stay there, guarding the old house alone and waiting for the next reunion.

Five or six years ago, when I entered primary school, I was unfamiliar with the new group. I have always wanted to graduate since I found that primary school students have a lot of homework. Therefore, I get a psychological relief and feel happy. But on graduation day, I felt a little different. ...

It was a sunny day, the sun was shining on the earth, and birds were singing happily on the branches. I am also very happy, because the students graduated today. Students come to China Southern Airlines Science and Technology Museum to perform, and this program has been practiced to perfection. I only have two programs, and I can only watch them with disdain. It should be because of the emotional input in the performance and the unforgettable photos shown by ppt in the past six years, but I still can't help but remember how much laughter the whole class gave me. A person's sunset is not beautiful, because you let me know the joy and happiness of childhood. At the thought of leaving you tomorrow, my heart will be filled with deep attachment, and a trace of acidity will reverberate in my heart. I was very sad at first, but because of the machine shooting, I had to smile at the camera with a little unnatural smile. When I got home, I was so tired that I lay on my desk, trying to hide my tears with a smile. But just can't laugh, but let the disappointing tears seize the opportunity and desperately flow out. I can't control it anymore. My father sighed when he saw me and said disappointedly, "Jiang Shun, you are a boy, even if a girl cries. What do you look like when you are a crying man? Besides, I just graduated from primary school. When junior high school and high school are separated, you won't just cry. " I think what my father said is reasonable, but the six-year relationship was cut off by cruel fate, and the students may not have this fate. At most, you and I are in the vast sea of people, which is a kind of fate.

Students, thank you for your laughter over the past six years. That laughter will reverberate in my ears forever. You should remember me, although you may never see me again, but you should remember me! ! ! See you later!

Looking back on my six-year primary school life, I feel a little sad that I have grown from an ignorant child to a teenager under the care and guidance of my teacher. We will leave our alma mater in a few months. Six years, 2 190 days and nights, on the occasion of graduation, how much we miss this beautiful campus and our beloved teachers, no matter what language we use, it is difficult to express our gratitude and respect. In retrospect, it took only 1 minute to enter the sixth grade, but it contained Qian Qian's feelings.

At school, it is the source of our knowledge. At home, make a summary for going to school every day. The memory of kindergarten is not long, and now it's almost forgotten.

The teacher stood on the platform in the morning and listened to us read aloud. Help enthusiastic students after class. After school, exercise books piled up and changed neatly the next day. Well-intentioned criticism of naughty classmates. Black eyes when correcting homework after staying up late ... We heard the sound of reading, the sweat on the playground, our footprints on the road ... the excitement of being a young pioneer and the sense of collective honor of winning a place in the team competition ... We learned at school that everyone is collective and can't be selfish. We should help each other and share the happiness and sadness of others. ...

We are getting older year by year. Too much laughter, too many tears, too much attachment, too much disappointment. Looking at the feelings between teachers and students, sometimes I even feel that teachers are my family. Whenever I see my teacher in the morning, I always feel very warm. When I see my classmates, I suddenly feel suddenly enlightened.

That's it. Being inseparable in a happy family, living happily with classmates all the time, telling jokes, discussing learning topics and playing games every day, is this life not fun? In fact, we are so reluctant to part with our alma mater, but life always has to pass the "test" and we must cross the first bumpy road of life with confidence. The front is bright!

Teachers and students love each other forever. I will try my best to get into an ideal middle school and win glory for my alma mater.

Good Parting Composition 7 Life will always meet many parting. In ancient times, there was a saying,' We waved goodbye and my horse neighed'. Now there are primary school graduates, and there will be secondary school graduates in the future. Parting is a word that many people don't want to face, which means that past feelings may dissipate with the passage of time and never leave again. Once memories can only be memories.

Once people have no communication, the distance is far away. When I was in the fifth grade, our friendship began to crack unconsciously. When I graduated from the sixth grade, I took a photo with my current class and my previous class. I saw my former classmates when I took pictures, although it was only one or two floors. A year later, some of them didn't recognize it. The QQ group formed before, because of my move, I have less contact with them, and it has gradually become an empty group.

Seeing that the group was deleted and never appeared in the list again, I always felt empty, as if I had lost something and could never get it back.

Although parting is a sad thing, in junior high school, with new classmates and new friends, the past friendship is just a thing of the past. Cherish the present and look forward to the future instead of regretting the past. I can say for sure that even if I am in a completely different environment from my primary school classmates now, I can still remember my friend's voice and appearance. Maybe a year or two has passed, they have changed, and I have changed, but the memory of the past will not change. This is still our wonderful childhood.

It seems that there are so many departures and encounters every summer, and there are new classmates and new friends, which is completely different from before. The summer wind blows on the face, which is the wind yearning for the future. I really want to go anywhere in the wind, because I want to fly anywhere.

So, what about you?

On the eve of school, I read a book "Children's River" written by Teacher Zhao. At that time, I saw Xuedi leave her mother-in-law and go to Shanghai. My thoughts drifted back to that summer day a year ago. ...

I remember it was a long summer. As soon as the summer vacation comes, I will go to Shanghai to find my grandmother. Because I was brought up by my grandmother, I have deep feelings for her and I can't wait to haunt her every day. As long as one month passes quickly, I can only leave one month in advance because of my study.

The moment I walked out of the house, my eyes were moist. I saw my grandmother standing at the door, waving at me and beckoning me to come over. I quickly dropped my luggage and ran quickly. Grandma took my hand and gently stroked my head: "Remember, go back and eat more, study hard and come here later." So we can stay together every day ... "Grandma told me a lot, I only remember: study hard and get into Shanghai. I tried to tell myself: no crying, no tears. Otherwise, grandma will be distressed.

I tried to control my tears, pulled my suitcase to the train station, stood at the entrance, and saw my grandmother waving to me behind me, saying, "Goodbye, come back next summer vacation!" " I nodded with tears in my eyes, dragged my luggage and turned and ran. Grandma watched me enter the station with tears in her eyes, and I read a lot of sadness. In fact, she didn't know that I turned around and looked at her. I sat in my seat, thinking about the picture I just left, and Jin Doudou couldn't help dripping water on the bag. This time, I really couldn't help it, let it spill and wet my bag.

I don't know how many kinds of pain there are in the world; I don't know how many kinds of injuries there are in the world. But I know that there is a kind of pain in the world, which is the pain of parting with relatives; There is a kind of injury called acacia. Now, I suffer from both diseases.

I will never forget that summer; Never forget that back; Never forget the parting words-goodbye!

9. Jump out of the taxi.

The weather in August and the hot summer scorched the earth. Then, a sad parting slowly approached.

Took the ticket from the tour leader. At this time, my friend has handed me the retail. He smiled. "This water can be drunk on the plane. Five hours. If you can't stand being bored, you can read magazines. I put it in your backpack. "

I am grateful to him. On such a hot day, he saw me off in the scorching sun. Knowing that the luggage was heavy, he rushed to help me move it.

Pass the security check. People took out their tickets in an orderly way and went through the security gate, but he rushed through the security gate without taking the ticket. "Sir, please don't enter the terminal without a ticket. Thank you for your cooperation! " The airport staff made a gesture and tried to explain to him. He gave a loud roar and scared away all the staff present. After checking my luggage, the staff sighed and let him go for the first time. He danced as if he had won a million dollars. He grabbed my luggage and pulled it to the seat before giving up.

As soon as he settled down, he began to babble plausibly: "Fasten your seat belt when flying, it's safe …" I'm not bored, I know he means well, and he babbles well!

"Ladies and gentlemen, flight Mu5083 from Ningbo to Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok is now boarding ..."

I said goodbye to him affectionately and got on the plane. The plane began to slide slowly, and his thin figure outside the window was only a point in the end. At present, his caring attitude towards me is constantly emerging. My nose is sour and two lines of tears roll down my cheeks. ...

The air conditioning flew around, making my tears dry. ...

Oh, my friend's prince, you are gone again, rustling and full of special feelings. ...

Excellent parting composition 10 "Mom, I want to buy some clothes." I said.

"What clothes to buy? I have nothing to wear. " Mom said.

"I haven't bought clothes for a long time. The clothes I bought before were all small." I said.

"Small, can wear, not popular now? You've been clamoring for clothes all day, and your exam results are enough to buy clothes, and you have to ... "Mother nagged.

"Performance, performance, you only remember the performance, I want to play for a while, you said I was unlearned. What else do you know besides studying? " I cried and said.

1 of "pa", a slap in the face hit me hard in the face and hit me deeper in my heart.

I left myself in my room and didn't touch a drop of water for two whole days. I thought: Why did you give birth to me? I will starve to death this time. Anyway, I have nothing to miss in this world. Although my dreams and ideals have not come true, I want to revenge them with death and make them regret it. I know my mother tried to knock on the door several times, but she came to the door and walked away.

The younger brother knocked at the door and said, "Sister, open the door. Mom is not at home. Sister, mom didn't mean to. You made mom angry, so mom hit you. You haven't eaten anything these two days, and neither has your mother. Elder sister, elder sister ... "See I don't talk, my brother walked away.

I packed my things and prepared to go back to school. It is better to turn anger into strength than to be angry. I opened the door to go and saw my mother. She seems to have aged a lot overnight, and the white hair on her head has obviously increased. What do I hate to see this? I wanted to apologize to my mother, but I didn't say anything stubbornly.

Sitting on the bus back to school, I suddenly found my schoolbag bulging. When I opened it, it was some new clothes. My mother must have put them there. Suddenly, a stream of heat rushed through my chest, and I was ashamed of my mother. Looking at my mother outside the car in the sunset, I stuck my head out of the window. "Mom ..." Tears welled up on my cheeks, and the sunset Hui Jin filled the sky ...

Parting excellent composition 1 1 "Those who feel dejected and lose their souls have just left". This is a poem written by Jiang Yan, a writer in the Southern Dynasties, in Beppu. It says: The joys and sorrows in life make people sad and unforgettable. However, in the face of uncertain life, only true feelings are eternal. This is my favorite poem, which makes me choose to be strong and give up cowardice in the face of parting.

"Why do you want to stay so much in life?" I haven't seen my children's parents for several years, and I want to get together with my children for the New Year, but my children also have jobs and families, so I can't spend a good year with my parents, so I have to leave sadly. "Why do people leave each other in life?" Students who have grown up together for 6 years and experienced ups and downs together should leave for their own future and fight for their own future. "Why do people leave each other more in life?" The newly established friendship, because of a phone call, said to leave. "Why is life more parting, and why is life more sentimental?"

"Life hurts and leaves since ancient times". We are sentimental about parting, we hate parting, but at the same time we should thank parting. Parting again and again makes us grow up, make us sensible, and give us a strong endurance. As the saying goes, "All good things must come to an end", and life is doomed to leave. As long as you cherish the time together, you don't have to be sad to leave.

When we face parting, we must treat it with a normal heart and send away our parting friends with a smile. But this is really difficult for ordinary people, but as long as you think: I can't make him cry when he leaves, I want to leave him with good memories, and I want him to always treat me as a good friend. In this way, you won't be so sad.

"Life has been separated from each other since ancient times." We should prove it with sincere heart and practical actions, give good news to friends who have left, and face every parting and gathering correctly. When the station rings again: "Please get on the bus at once, the train will leave the local area in ten minutes", don't cry, don't be sad. Face all this and bear all this. Live in the moment: be myself.

I have a little loach. It has lived with me for more than two years and I like it very much.

Every morning and after school, I will go to see my little loach for the first time and take out its favorite fish food to feed it. Every time I sprinkle some fish food, it rushes to the fish food with a splash and eats it all at once. After eating, it is sitting there leisurely, with its mouth open one by one, as if it were burping, so cute!

One day, a classmate came to my house to play. I am sorry to learn that her loach has died. A bad feeling suddenly popped up in my heart: my loach will die one day, too. After much thinking, I made a major decision: release.

Sunday finally arrived. I got on the bus with my little loach and came to a fish pond in the suburbs. "wow! How beautiful! " I can't help sighing. Weeping willows regard the stream as a dressing mirror, and the mountain stream is as quiet as a blue belt; The figure was dyed green by the stream, and a red dragonfly stood on the branch. At this time, I found that my little loach's eyes revealed a kind of happiness that he was about to be free. So I leaned down and tilted the fish tank slightly, and the loach jumped out of the fish tank and swam around happily. I am very happy, because the loach is free, and I don't have to be sad to watch it die.

When I got home, I was sometimes sad and sometimes happy. I am sad because I know that this is not a small trip, but a farewell call; I am happy because the loach is free, and it is about to become the brightest fish. Maybe he will find another loach as a companion in a corner of the pond.

The snow is still falling, the wind is still blowing, and the snowflakes are still flying, just like my confused thoughts. When will the snow stop? When will the wind stop? My dear brother, when will you come back?

That day, in the amusement park in the community, you insisted on stepping on a scooter despite the opposition of your uncle and aunt. You never thought a scooter would take you to heaven. You are only nine years old. Why is fate so cruel to you? You skate so fast on the scooter that you have no time to see the traffic lights. As a result, a speeding taxi hit you. After I heard the news, I ran to the intersection like crazy. Someone called an ambulance and you were quickly taken to the hospital.

In the hospital, you are surrounded by all kinds of instruments. Just as you were about to be pushed into the operating room, you opened your eyes and gently said to me, "Sister …" I was shocked. These two words have been ringing in my ears, and the voice of "Sister" seems to have exhausted the strength of your life. ...

I just want you to wake up. Maybe this is a dream. Tomorrow, you will smile and drag me to play in the snow. My uncle and aunt told me with tears that you would never come back when you left. On your birthday, you made a wish that your sister's life would be as sweet as "white rabbit" toffee.

I came home and lay in bed in a daze. Only in my dream can I go back and meet you again. The snow is still falling, and the wind is still blowing, as if crying faintly. Do they also know that you will never come back?

Brother, you just left quietly, but my sister always believed that you would hide in a corner. Brother, please believe that I will always be your favorite sister in this world!

Seeing parting, I chose to face it bravely, because it is not terrible.

Parting is like a dandelion seed, which floats everywhere with the wind and is taken away unconsciously by the wind. It plays with the wind in the wind, but when it is tired, it sits down and takes root unconsciously.

What's the smell of parting? The nose is sour, the eyes are salty, the mouth is bitter and the heart is sweet. Oh! Who is right? I think it's my heart, because when I leave, my mother will say, "She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him come home late."

When I was in the sixth grade, my parents sent me to a boarding primary school. Although it was only a short year, it left a deep impression on me. Although the conditions there are good, it is too far from home. I hardly go home except holidays, but what I can't forget is. In the summer vacation of grade six, I just finished the exam and went home alone. I had to change trains three times and sit for four hours. When I got down from the road above my house, I saw the rusty gate, messy vegetable garden and muddy road at a glance. I was shocked to see this scene. I knocked on the door. No one was there. I pushed the door open with difficulty. I saw it as soon as I entered. Suddenly I heard someone calling me. It turned out to be my mother. "I knew you were coming back, so I ran down to find you because you didn't know we were moving." My mother said that I followed her to my new home.

It's only one semester since I left home, and great changes have taken place in my hometown. It is inevitable that a person will miss his hometown and family in a foreign land, but he will feel strange when he returns home. This is called parting, which makes relatives strange and hometown strange. I often wonder why I want to leave.

At an early age, I started to leave before I knew how to leave.

Time is like a wheel, running through spring, summer, autumn and winter, running through a happy childhood. Now, I am a middle school student. During the night at school, I always think of my distant home and recall my reluctant feelings when I left. ...

Time flies, and the bus is getting closer and closer. I picked up my sister and kissed her again. Looking at her innocent eyes and clever mouth, a trace of bitterness welled up in my heart. Alas! I really hate to leave. Suddenly, a car horn sounded in the distance, and the bus came. I picked up my schoolbag and walked out of the house in resentment. At the moment I left home, my father said to me with a schoolbag, "Let me help you carry it!" " "My heart is warmed by this invisible love, which deepens my inner disappointment." Sister! Sister! "When I looked back, my mother led my sister towards me. My mother's face is full of smiles, but it seems a little bitter. I managed to squeeze out a smile, but I couldn't resist the attachment inside.

Our family of four walked on the bumpy road, and happiness pervaded all around us. Along the way, my mother's exhortation lingered in my ear, "Don't hang around at home, just take care of yourself …" I nodded and squeezed a smile on my face. My mother followed me on the bus, and my sister, the follower, climbed up and shouted, "Dad! Dad! " I turned my head and saw my father standing outside the window through the glass. He's looking at me. I waved and he waved. The bus started and the wheels were spinning at full speed. Mother got off the bus with her sister in her arms.

I am getting farther and farther away from my family. I tried to look out of the window until I could no longer see them. Heaven and earth gradually blurred in my eyes, and tears swirled in my eyes.