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The composition of the person I miss most

In our daily study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the composition of the person I miss most, which I helped you organize. I hope I can help you.

The person I miss most, composition 1, the wind quietly passes through the gap in the window and spreads carefully in the classroom with the smell of early morning plants. The rising sun was covered by thin clouds, and the light was softer, shining on the children's childish and energetic faces, shaking their slightly curled eyelashes with a halo.

It seems that you are still standing on the three-foot platform, wearing your usual black coat, carrying your hands, and reading lines of colorful poems with your mellow and deep voice. The children's clear and loud voices echoed every word, stopping from time to time to listen to what you said. You said that stung is the solar term for the earth to rejuvenate, so I remember that day you opened the window and showed us that the dark brown trunk with small protrusions on the branches was about to break out of the ground. When I reached out and touched it, I seemed to feel the throb of life.

At that time, I thought you were the most unique teacher in the school. Every time I hear my classmates praise their teachers, I can't help thinking of you and your Chinese class.

It seems that you never want other teachers to "show" in class, and you never take us to sketch words and appreciate sentences in the text. You always like to take us to talk in class. You are always leaning on the platform, leaning sideways, holding a book in one hand and a half, as if hanging down, and interpreting those articles with your unique ideas and thinking. It's as if I had an illusion, like seeing an orator, releasing his talent and grace on his own stage. But when it's all over, there are only a few numbers you wrote casually on the blackboard, but you have your own style: casual and organic, sharp and gentle. Those blackboard books often remind me of the concentration on your face when you think, with the charm of thinking.

I often thought that you were a person who focused on poetry, books and Chinese until then. I don't remember why I came to you. You seem to have told me a lot. Only at the end you gave me a list of books, "study hard, they will benefit you a lot." Smile, gently tear off the paper with your hand and pass it to me. When I walked out of the office with joy and gratitude, your voice came again: "Don't worry, you can read the book slowly, don't force yourself too much, don't make yourself too tired." It's much closer than you were then. Only then do we know that you have been silently watching our growth and changes behind our backs.

You haven't taught us since But these days, whenever I pass a primary school, I can't help thinking of you. I miss the poems you read in the morning, the topics you talked about in class, the books you shared with us … I miss the time you spent with me.

The person I miss most. We spent all our childhood with friends, but there was no one you missed and cared about. Do you have any friends who move you and admire you? Let's remember together, remember the people we miss most!

When I was a child in the first grade, I had a classmate. He is also my neighbor. We have been friends since childhood. His name is Deng Shichun. Because we are classmates and neighbors, and we are inseparable. We go to the toilet together and buy snacks together. Everyone always looks at us together. Once, when I heard someone say we were gay behind our backs, I stood up and said; "ah! See if it's weird? That's good, man. Do you? Hum; However, some people are jealous that we are too good. However, although we are inseparable, there is still a gap. He studies better than me, but he doesn't dislike me and often teaches me topics I can't.

I remember once, the two of us "competed". Who has the highest martial arts, and water and wine are the boss? We held the game in an empty lane and posted two notes written in pencil. "The winner is king, and the loser is the enemy." Although we are very close, we are all eager for the boss's name. The game has started!

I turned my back to hook my legs for fear that others would hit me in the face, alas. No, I hooked his pants. He put on his trousers at once and performed his magic. Drunken fist. The other way around, I gave him a "nine planets shooting at the sun", and he was unable to parry. He was so weak that he used his unique stunt Scud, and suddenly I was at a loss and became the "boss" in my heart.

But because he studied well, his father took him to study in the city. From then on, I lost my bosom friend, so I immediately went out to study. I often wonder whether he is fat or thin now, and I often think of the poem "advise you to drink a glass of wine and go to the west for no reason", which I learned in the third grade. It's really not a taste to miss him. If I meet him one day, I will definitely give him the position of boss, because he is my most missed friend. Since we are friends, there is no need to distinguish who is the boss and who is the second!

Deng Shichun, Deng Shichun, you are so cruel that it is too painful for me to bear the taste of homesickness alone.

student Be sure to cherish everything in front of you and don't look back. Sometimes a runny nose and tears are so painful!

Ah, friend, where are you? Don't let me wander alone.

The person I miss most. -Deng Shichun!

The people I miss most are my classmates in the next class for three or six years, the bookstore for two years, the chase for one year and the mutual appreciation for half a year. Because of an exam, we went to different schools, and the contact was no longer frequent, but we all had each other's good girlfriends in our hearts.

I miss you.-balls.

Before the fourth grade, my impression of you was extremely vague. I only know that you are a "man" in Class Two, and all the boys are afraid of you. However, after the fifth grade basketball game, I found your most delicate side, and because of that game, I met a good girlfriend who can accompany me for life.

It was a hot afternoon and I was called by the boys in my class to play basketball. I was very happy when I said yes, so I can relax. But when I pushed the door that day, I regretted it. The sun is so hot that it pours on me and my cheeks are burning. Besides, I am the only girl, and I can't play. what can I do?

Just as I was walking to the stadium, you rushed over like a frightened wild horse and jumped on me, grinning happily. "Zhang Yuting and Wong Kar-wai invited us to go together!" At that moment, I was so excited. You play basketball so well, hehe, with you, we can totally win.

Sure enough, when we arrived at the stadium, the boys proudly divided you and me into one group. Three of them boys came to fight against us, and look at their arrogance. My heart is beating drums. These boys play basketball very well, so it will be embarrassing to beat them.

Who knows that you confidently said, "OK, let's go."

You take two steps in three steps, quickly grab the ball from Zhang Xu musicians and throw it on tiptoe! The ball fell from the basket and hit my foot, but I couldn't throw it, so I gave you a chance. So I kicked it hard and passed it to you. Then, like mother hen, I spread my arms, blocking the sight of boys, blocking left and right, jumping around. ……

In the end, we won.

After the basketball game, it coincided with the summer vacation, and we agreed to go to the bookstore to read, study and grow together ... every day for two months, we spent it together.

Of course, the two sports meetings in grade six can best witness our friendship.

As athletes in Class One and Class Two, we are always neck and neck in team competitions. If you beat me, you will say to me, "beat me next time!" " If I win, it will be a sincere sentence, "Friendship first, competition second". "

……

However, the happy time is always so short, you and I still have to separate, and our friendship can only be cherished. ...

Are you okay? I miss you!

The person I miss most, Composition 4: The wind whistled across the tree, stroking the green grapefruit on the tree, and the rain slapped the grapefruit. Under the polishing of wind and rain, grapefruit gradually matured.

Every winter, I always go to my mother-in-law's house to pick grapefruit and find a grapefruit tree, full of sweet grapefruit, crawling and playing on the tree. The yellow grapefruit contains infinite memories of my childhood.

But when I get to my mother-in-law's house, my father always calls "uncle" upstairs and says hello. I don't understand: who is upstairs?

Low-rise building, ordinary furniture. Is that my grandfather upstairs? What happened to him? Are your legs paralyzed? I said to myself.

The wind hit the tree and the rain fell. This late autumn, we didn't come to pick grapefruit, but to attend my father-in-law's 80th birthday.

Birds are singing in the branches. Sometimes they hide in their nests and look at the hut. At this time, this man, I walked into the hut and saw only an old man sitting in a chair I had never seen before. We are so strange and so familiar.

I dare not look him in the eye: my eyes are white, as if there were no eyes. I looked down and shivered: how did this happen? How can my father-in-law not see?

"Who's here?" Grandpa moved a little.

"Well, it's a robe. What's his name? " Mother-in-law cleared up the chair.

"Xiao Xujin." I answered calmly. ? "I haven't been here for a long time, I don't know." I seem to see my father-in-law grinning. The room was dark, only a small lamp hung on the roof, but my father-in-law's eyes were so dazzling. There seems to be an inexplicable attraction. I stood there quietly watching, a little curious and a little scared.

Outside the house, it rained wantonly, and with a bang, a grapefruit was knocked over. Raindrops drop in the puddle and make a "ding dong" sound.

When I walked out of the house, my eyes were still deeply engraved in my mind. I went to another room and had a big meal. The food in the dinner entered my mouth one by one, but I felt like chewing wax and had no taste at all. I'm still thinking about those eyes, Shuang Yi's vacant eyes.

It seems to be looking at me, always looking at me.

Later, I learned from my grandmother that my father-in-law could see it when he was born. When he grew up, he liked reading. He was an intellectual at that time, but one day he suddenly lost his sight. My mother-in-law sought medical treatment everywhere, but she couldn't be cured. For decades, my father-in-law has been blind.

Time passes in a deep foot and a shallow foot. I will never forget that house, that man and those eyes.

That eye, looking at me all the time, told me to keep my chest out.

The person I miss most composition 5 Unconsciously, you and I have been separated for three years. I really want to ask you, how are you these days?

Open the drawer, there are three or five simple sachets. The color is faint, and the aroma is also faint. Grandma, these are all the memories you left me. ...

Your legs and feet are inconvenient, so I often help you to walk by the lake. You held my arm in one hand and gently held your bun in the other, your eyes were blinded by the sun and narrowed carefully; The corners of the mouth rose slightly. You look like an inexperienced girl. The light is jumping on your silver hair, so we walk, and the begonia on both sides is blooming brilliantly. An old man and a young man, the shadow behind them gently shaking. Even the years will not disturb our time.

Now, I'm always used to walking by the lake alone, thinking about our past.

Gradually, you cannot compete with the speed of time. You are always in a daze, mumbling something, and the ravines on your hands are getting deeper and deeper, so that you can't even hold the chopsticks stably. Your silver hair is like a reed withered in autumn, which can only be loosely draped over your shoulders ... and finally you are sent to your hometown hospital for recuperation.

In those days, I often dreamed. I either dream that your white hair is falling out one by one, or dream that the medical staff are not paying attention and make you lost. I haven't been back to see you because of my heavy schoolwork.

The last call called my mother and me back and rushed to the hospital. I saw you lying there peacefully, still with your eyebrows bent and your mouth drooping, so kind. It's just that you will never make me a sachet on the Dragon Boat Festival again, never touch my head with rough hands, never … The pain in my heart will make me feel suffocated. But not a tear fell. I know you don't want me to cry.

Grandma, I remember you saying that after death, people will become a shining star, hanging high and guarding their loved ones forever. There are no stars in the city at night, but I know you will always shine on me in that corner. I also think of the scene where we enjoyed the cool under the starry night in the country: the night wind was blowing slowly, and you gently shook the cattail leaf fan and held my shoulder, or told the story of the cowherd and the weaver girl. At that time, the days passed slowly and it was great. ...

Grandma, you and I have been separated for more than three years. These days, I have a good life. I wonder if you have a good life in the other world? It must be beautiful there. Your favorite begonia flowers are everywhere. By the way, will you still make sachets during the Dragon Boat Festival?

Grandma, I miss you. ...

Grandpa has been dead for many years, but I still think of him from time to time, his voice and smile, his serious teaching, and the scene when he took me to buy tofu flowers. ...

I remember that I was going on a business trip in the summer vacation of the second grade of primary school, and my parents sent me to my grandfather's house. The next day, I clamored to go out to eat tofu flowers. Grandpa put down his work, picked me up with difficulty and walked to the street far from grandpa's house. That day, the weather was particularly hot, and the burning sun was like a big fireball, scorching the earth. I pouted and shouted, "Hot, hot!" Grandpa looked at me lovingly, took off his shirt, covered me and sheltered me from the sun. When crossing the bridge, he staggered forward and straightened his back. Struggling to cross the bridge, he suddenly fell to the ground and his face was sallow. I shook my grandpa's hand and cried. Grandpa gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but it was useless. Several passers-by saw him and helped to send grandpa to the hospital. Grandpa was lying in the hospital bed, groaning, and his slightly parted lips cracked. I cried sadly and choked up and said, "grandpa, wake up." It's all my fault. I shouldn't have clamored for you to go out and buy tofu flowers ... "Grandpa stroked my head with calloused hands and said," Son, it's not your fault. Don't be sad. Grandpa will be fine soon. I'll take you to the street to eat tofu flowers when grandpa is well, huh? " I nodded hard, tears streaming down my eyes.

When I went to Qiu Lai in summer, the weather was cool and my grandfather's illness was much better than before. One day early in the morning, grandpa called me to his side and said, "Son, grandpa took you out to eat tofu flowers today!" " "When I heard this, my heart was full of coke, but then I thought that Grandpa had not fully recovered and was weak. If there is any accident in the street, it will be terrible, so I said, "Grandpa, I have a lot of homework today, so I will go later." Grandpa seems to have read my mind and said nothing. At noon, I was doing my homework. My grandfather came up to me and put a thermos cup on my desk. I opened it: Wow, what a delicious cup of my favorite tofu! I threw myself into my grandfather's arms and said with a smile, "Grandpa, that's very kind of you!" " "Grandpa hugged me and smiled.

Grandpa died many years ago, but I still think of him from time to time and want to relive the good times with him. One night, I saw my grandfather again. He came to me with a smile and a bowl of tofu. And when I greeted him happily, my grandfather suddenly disappeared. "Grandpa, grandpa ..." How do I call, but I never see grandpa again. It turns out that I just had a dream. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and kept calling: grandpa, grandpa. ...

The person I miss most, Composition 7, suddenly misses you so much. Grandpa in heaven, are you okay?

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Time is a butterfly dancing in the bushes. It is the clothes of time. Shake down the green leaves on the tree. Did you hear that sound? It is a fleeting hair that flies in the air, a sad tear that melts in the long river, and a whispering echo from mulberry branches and leaves.

That was when I was in kindergarten. Every time I go to kindergarten, I always pass under that big mulberry tree. In the mature season of mulberries, I love mulberries full of red and purple trees. Bite for a day, my heart is sweet. When you send me to kindergarten, you will always go with me to pick up or pick those mouthwatering mulberries. Mulberry in your hand is like a small crystal with sweet and sour taste, grinning, all branches of my childhood memory. ...

The sun has just released its red face, and the sun shuttles through the purple folds of mulberry. Mulberry is in my hand, my hand is in your hand. Spring breeze, drizzle, sunshine and white clouds, all the beautiful things in the world are not as warm as your hands. Looking back now, like wild dogs and white clouds. The old path has been covered with fallen leaves, and the children who were playing at your knees at that time have now fallen into pavilions. Sweet memories are painted with a dim background by time, and the memories are as astringent as Coptis chinensis, spreading on your lips, between your teeth and in your heart layer by layer.

What a sad and indifferent reality. I felt at a loss when you left forever. Now that the short path is out of date, how can it be so long and empty? What flows away around me is a river of spring water, which is a kind of sadness and a kind of acacia.

I looked up at the stars The little prince once said, "When you fall in love with the flowers on a star, when you look up at the starry sky, it seems that all the stars are blooming, you will feel sweet." However, I have never felt any sweetness. "But something slipped from my eyes, wet and cool."

I can't bear to think again, close my eyes and let the tears flow freely. It's like you again, wiping away cold tears, feeding a mulberry in my mouth, and then carrying me home. ...

Mulberry is sweet and sour, which brings tears to my eyes.

The person I miss most, composition 8, is a windless day, and the air is sticky like a layer of hot oil. You, quietly gone, left me forever, my dearest great-grandfather.

In the car, it was sultry and depressing. Looking at my mother's red and swollen eyes, I couldn't say anything, and I didn't shed a tear.

The past flashed through my mind in an instant.

It snowed heavily that day, and grandpa insisted on exercising outside. When we came back, he cooked for us with his cold hands. I couldn't bear to see my grandfather's hands, so I found him a hand cream, and he didn't say anything. He proudly pointed to the medal hanging on the wall and said, "look, son, that's the honor I won with these hands." At that time, life was very bitter, and there was no hand oil! " Isn't that good, too? "Born as a soldier, born with an indomitable spirit. I reluctantly took the oil back.

Now, I found the hand oil again. I hugged for a long time and burst into tears.

Every time I eat, I think of the story my grandfather once told me. He always said solemnly, "In those days, our soldiers often went to war with an empty stomach. It was a few years! I can't eat enough at all. Look, there are so many grains of rice here, there and in the bowl. This meal is hard-won! " So far, I dare not abolish or forget the teachings of his old man's house.

Sometimes, I can think of my grandfather when I see the test paper. Once, I failed in the exam and almost got full marks, all because of damn carelessness. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I was impatient, so I ran to my grandfather's house and told him my troubles. Grandpa took me home and taught me with a smile. It is such a person who looks like the sun, who has wiped away all my insignificant confusion.

He let me know that we are like floods, and it is difficult to stir up beautiful waves without encountering islands and reefs. He told me I would climb up. Only in this tireless exploration can I enrich my life, get the pleasure of life and feel my inner enrichment and value. He taught me the true meaning of life.

Grandpa's affection makes me feel that "even if the wind is high, there is still a home to follow." The essence of his feelings for me is overflow output. Thank you! My great grandfather. You have taught me a lot and told me many stories about you. Although I can't really understand every story about you, it has benefited me for life. I miss you!