Missing relatives composition
"ah! It's a big fat man! Ha ha! We are so lucky. " With an old woman crying, I was born. The old woman is not tall, but she is like a mountain. Now her slightly bent back and calloused hands reflect her hard work in life. But her kind smile, which is always exposed, hides her hardships from people. This is my grandmother. As long as I can remember, I've let her carry it. My meticulous care has made me grow fast, but my grandmother's back is getting more and more rickety, and her long black and silver hair on her head is gradually replaced by silver silk, just like an angel's joke.
Grandma was very capable when she was young. After grandpa's death, heartbroken, she resolutely assumed the responsibility of family, playing the image of loving mother strict father in front of her children, bringing them up and educating them to become useful people to society. However, she didn't expect anything, and she repeated ordinary days every day, sweeping the floor and cooking. But during the Chinese New Year, she always hoped that the children would come back to get together, see her, and gather around the fire together to make a noise. So every year, she is always busy. Wash the house and the outside, prepare the ingredients, wrap the jiaozi that children like to eat, and give it to the children who have worked hard for a year. Now, she is not as clean and tidy as before. She takes a long rest when mopping the floor with a bucket. Jiaozi's hand was shaking all the time, but it didn't feel hard. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if she had felt the sight of her children and grandchildren getting together in the New Year. But the smile on grandma's face faded when she called one by one, because all her children called to say that they were busy and didn't have time to go back for the New Year. Grandma smiled and said a few words of concern to the child on the phone and hung up the phone. I looked at grandma's back and felt a chill. At this time, grandma came up to me and took my hand and said, "I'm afraid you and I will have to live alone this year." They are all very busy. " Say that finish, grandma sighed. Take me to the living room. The delicious food on the table dazzled me. Naughty, I picked up the food and stuffed it into my mouth. Grandma looked at me stupidly and smiled kindly, but there seemed to be a ripple in the corner of her eye, but her expression was fleeting.
After dinner, grandma took me outside to watch the fireworks show. I can still see from her eyes that she is still thinking about her children. Because the fireworks show just ended, the smoke filled the river, as if there was a feeling of cold water and moonlight in a smoke cage. The river is cold, and in the moonlight, grandma's hair becomes more gray. I looked up at the starry sky and a meteor fell, thinking, what is this warning?
Last year became the last year of grandma's life. Grandma smiled at everyone at the dinner table and worried about her family. In this year, grandma and everyone were very happy, but everyone didn't know that grandma, who had been strong all her life, would die on this day, and then the family was full of sadness. Another meteor crossed the sky, perhaps because grandma entrusted relatives to visit, so that they don't have to be sad.
Now I look up at the stars and miss the past. The stars in the silent night sky are always flashing, like grandma's kind smile. Maybe grandma is from the stars.
Missing your loved ones Composition 2 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying" is the characteristic of Tomb-Sweeping Day, but this year the sky in Tomb-Sweeping Day is so blue, and the flowers are fragrant under the sway of the sun. Without rain, I miss my ancestors more and more.
As a student in the county seat, I returned to my hometown. With the arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day, this once isolated land exudes a prosperous atmosphere. My former neighbors still show their busy figures, but I feel a little strange to them. I'm a little confused, but more disappointed.
After breakfast, I followed my grave-sweeping army into the journey and reached my first goal in the noise of words. What you see is a scene of overgrown weeds, and the weeds dancing with the wind show a rampant form. Seeing this scene, I felt a sense of melancholy in my heart. In today's affluent Ran Ran, people are busy in a materialistic and colorful society. My mind has long been filled with the prosperous beauty of singing and dancing, which makes people full of indifference and vigilance. Remembering the feelings of our ancestors was only a flash in the pan on April 4. Many people's nostalgic behavior seems to be just to satisfy the traditional ceremony, and the traditional meaning may have been smashed into mud. I don't know, the purest emotion is to let homesickness come from our inner source. What's the point if you only pay attention to the ceremony, but your heart never comes?
On the contrary, I saw the light of love in my father.
My father only took two days off, but he still returned to his hometown in Hunan from Guangdong, just to personally visit the grave and worship his ancestors and send him sincere greetings. My father's "A Thousand Miles to Qingming" not only touched me, but also impressed me deeply.
Thinking of this, the tears in the corner of my eyes made me pay more respect to my ancestors. In the next few destinations, my body seems to have injected an inexhaustible energy. I used to be afraid of cutting thatch, but now I have an inexplicable love for cutting thatch. I don't feel any pain when my fingers are cut several times. Unconsciously, we finished the task and set foot on the road home.
At this time, the sky is clearer, the sun is brighter, and the songs of birds are more pleasant. In this beautiful atmosphere, we should know that our memory of the martyrs should not be a flash in the pan, let alone a lingering fragrance in the wind, but an eternal eternity.
The sky will be deeper because of a cloud and the sea will be more surging because of a spray. I believe that our society will be more harmonious and warm because of the sincerity of people's emotions.
I hope that after we deeply miss it, we will never feel faint melancholy again.
I miss the person I love. Composition 3 "There are many rains in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." During Qingming Festival, the rain outside the window is like a curtain. I looked out of the window, full of thoughts. My grandfather rests on the mountain.
Grandpa's cemetery is halfway up the mountain, starting from the foot of the mountain, all the way steep, climbing halfway up the mountain suddenly flattened, surrounded by tall trees and dense forests, followed by straight stone walls. Standing on the mountainside, I can see very far. The mountains overlap, but my eyes can actually see very far. Here, the breeze is blowing gently, the moon is shining high, and the pines are bursting, quiet and carefree. I don't know anything about geomantic omen, but I always thought that Grandpa's resting place was really beautiful and quiet, just like playing chess with others before he died. Every time I come here to visit grandpa's grave, I feel that I am still standing next to his old man's house, and the past is unfolding in scenes.
Shortly after grandpa left us, he suffered from an incurable disease and was often overwhelmed by pain, but as long as I was in front of him, he would still smile kindly and gossip with me, shining all over me like sunshine. In the fourth grade, I was too naughty and was criticized by my teacher. Once, because I didn't do my homework, I was severely criticized by my teacher and stayed at school to recite dictation. When I walked out of the school gate, it was already dark, and grandpa was old in the night. He silently held my hand and went home. Dinner was served, and I was so hungry that I jumped at my rice bowl at once. I didn't expect grandpa to have a gentle and kind smile on his face and asked me seriously why I was left behind by the teacher. I'm not angry that grandpa mentioned this. I patted my chopsticks on the dining table and said loudly to my grandfather, "What teacher! If she asks me to do my homework again, I won't study! " Hearing this, grandpa stood up, took my hand and dragged me to the small tree in the yard. He asked me, "Do you often see me water this tree?" I was a little scared and said, "Yes." Grandpa asked again, "Did you see me pruning trees, too?" "Really ... Yes ... Ah ..." My voice trailed off. Grandpa dragged me back to the house and coughed and said, "Water is to make young trees grow up, and pruning is to make young trees grow straight, so it can't be a tree with a crooked neck." What furniture can the crooked neck tree make? " He finally caught his breath and said, "When the teacher teaches you to read, he just waters you;" Criticizing you is to make you grow into a straight tree. If you don't want to study, would you like to be a crooked neck tree? " A violent cough interrupted grandpa's words and woke me up from a daze. Crooked neck tree? It is really ugly and useless. I became a crooked-necked tree? That won't do. Absolutely not. I must grow into the kind of tree grandpa said, and it will be a pillar, a real tree.
Today, I will always sit under the tree, but I have learned to be strong without your shoulders. When I look up, I don't have to look at the sky through the cracks in the leaves. In front of me is a vast sky and a few floating clouds, each of which is constantly changing its posture, as if looking at me carefully.
I miss the person I love. I sat alone on the sofa. I miss my heart like thousands of poisonous snakes. This nervous feeling makes me suffocate. I don't know since when, my cold tears have been running down my cheeks and wet my knees. Mom, my dear mom, my dear sister, I really miss you. When can I let this pain of separation go away from me? I know, I have to go my separate ways now, for my own work and study. Although this is only a temporary separation, every time I touch the nerve line of this thought, my heart always hurts like a spasm. ...
I caught a cold that day, and my father bought me medicine in the freezing cold and pouring rain at night. The concerned eyes encouraged me. Never mind, I'll be fine soon. Give me a massage. Mom, since I told her I was not feeling well this morning, she has been accompanying me to take care of me. My mother let me sit comfortably on the sofa, wrapped me in a thick quilt, put on my favorite music, and often made me drink more water. Then she helped me to do acupoint massage for treating a cold, and explained the location, name and function of acupoints in detail while massaging. Let me enjoy the comfort in that dizziness and unconsciously touch some acupoints. My mother put her hands up and did claw massage on my head. It was really comfortable. Then I repeatedly massage my Xiang Ying point and Tang Yin point on my temple ... and often kiss my forehead with her warm lips to test whether I am slowly reducing my fever. Although I am still sore and unwell, I really like lying in my mother's warm arms. My sister also touched my forehead many times, and then touched her forehead and gave me an encouraging smile ... I caught such a bad cold that I soon recovered under the meticulous care of my family. How I wish my future life could be so warm and full of love-my mother and sister can always accompany me like this! But now ... I can only see my mother in my dreams and online. The pain of missing seems to have surrounded me for many years. This long year is pressing me like a mountain, and it seems that I can't breathe and my heart is cut like a knife. ...
Why is the family reunion so short and the days after separation so long? I looked around, and the scene of the other day reappeared before my eyes: there was a series on TV, mother and daughter were sitting on the sofa watching TV leisurely, and mother used her to keep warm. I watched TV while playing coquetry beside my mother, and rubbed my sister's feet back and forth. Ten thousand pairs of socks didn't seem warm. Mother called the living room a "leisure area" because I really sat there leisurely and happily. But why am I sitting here alone and my heart is full of pain and loneliness? Is it because I miss my mother and sister so much? Yes, I am surrounded by "missing". I try to get rid of this pain, but there are too many things around me that remind me of you, my favorite relative.
Why am I afraid to enter my beloved room? Because as soon as I entered, I remembered the scene where my sister and I were studying together in the room … Oh, my heart really hurts!
Missing is painful and sweet, because if I don't taste the pain of separation now, how can I taste the happiness of reunion?
I miss the person I love. When I went to see Autumn, I went to Yanji's sister's house and heard that the eldest boy of Sangu's family had passed away. I was very surprised. The next day, I asked my brother if it was true. My brother said, "Listen to my mother, it's true."
Then I went home and asked my mother about it. Mom said, "It's true. Your third aunt called your father and told him that he had an acute heart attack. " I said, "The average angry person may get such a disease. He is not an angry person." Mother said, "Why doesn't he like being angry?" He insisted that his daughter-in-law had something to do with someone else, beat her away and got divorced. He likes to be angry. "
I see. This is different from my cousin.
He came to my parents' home from Yanji on September 9th the year before last, which happened to be Saturday and Sunday, and I stayed with him for two days. His home is far from Baishan, so I don't have much contact with him. In recent years, he worked in a road construction team in Yanji, when they stopped working, so he came to my parents and went back to Baishan.
At that time, it happened to be the side ditch for road construction in the village. He helped dig and fill ditches and paved roads in the yard. He also helped his uncle's family with the autumn harvest.
At noon on Sunday, I pulled radishes in the vegetable garden, and my mother was cleaning up the vegetables. He walked from the vegetable garden to the yard and recorded a video for me with his mobile phone. He said he used to run a wedding company, making videos for people. As a result, the video he recorded was imported into the computer, which was really flattering, shaking badly and backlit. Why don't you quit the wedding company? He also showed me the photos he took some time ago and the photos he took around the village. The picture is not bad. I saw a picture of him with a full face of beard and said, "It's like in Ge You's movie" A, B, C and D ".Beard went to the countryside to experience a hard life and then stole chickens from the village." He said, "Actually, I look like when Ge You had hair." When I look at it, it really looks like it. He also showed me a panoramic photo of my parents' yard, which was very good. That's when I learned that Samsung mobile phones can take panoramic photos. Later, I told some people who use Samsung mobile phones that they didn't know yet.
His mother and sister, that is, my third aunt and cousin, also came to my parents' village from Baishan. They mainly went to the mountain to burn incense and make a wish on September 9, and then the three of them went back to Baishan together. My cousin didn't agree with what my mother and sister did and said, "These things are always handled really well." I just know that he doesn't believe in these things, which means that he is an atheist and I am an atheist, and I feel that my team has grown. However, I have read a saying that theists are more afraid of death than atheists, because they think that death is to reunite with another group of relatives, and there is nothing to be afraid of, while atheists think that people are dead, everything is empty, and everything is over, which is terrible. This cousin carries a big bag with him, as if it contains everything. I remember it best. There was a flashlight in it. They built roads in the wild, so they brought everything. I think he is like a chivalrous man, carrying a treasure bag with him. Although he lacks everything, now that I think about it, his heart is lonely and painful, otherwise he would not have come to Yanbian alone. Maybe people who don't believe in God lose hope and feel isolated and don't know what else to rely on. When a person's mental breakdown, his body will soon collapse.
I walked out of the house the other day and suddenly thought of him on my way to work. He traveled west with a crane. In a sketch, Zhao Benshan said that his wife was an underground worker. She regretted going to that place and never came back.
It is difficult for Sri Lankans to stay far away.
Autumn wind and yellow leaves accompany westward journey.
On September 9 of that year,
Each has his own thoughts and worries.
I'm sitting in my hometown room. The simple room is still two beds and a wardrobe. Unfortunately, there is a wall in the middle, and my grandfather is strict and loving to me. Now he won't go back.
Sitting in the bed where I slept, my thoughts gradually flew to seven years ago. When grandpa just took me back to my hometown, he always cried and made noise, but he didn't listen. He always wants to eat some snacks, but he always forbids me to eat those junk foods. From a five-year-old ignorant and greedy girl, after six years of baptism, I have become a fifth-grade student. Two years ago, my strong grandfather was troubled by illness. Last April, I went back to my hometown. Grandpa loved me very much and was very strict with me. I was not allowed to eat snacks. He didn't stand at the door waiting for us as before.
When I went home that time, the lights were on in the living room and corridor, but I didn't see grandpa. I never believed that my grandfather had "gone" because I firmly believed that my strong grandfather could not fall when I was a child. But the cruelty of reality almost broke me down. When I walked into the living room, I seemed to see him sitting on a stool, smiling and waiting for us to go home. I can't believe it, and I don't want to believe it. Since I went to school, my grandfather who bought me anything I wanted left like this. When I was a child, I didn't understand why my classmates' grandparents were gone. At that time, I always thought it was no big deal, everyone would leave, but when I became a grandfather, I wouldn't wake up again. I am sad.
Grandpa, why did you leave? Why don't you stay with your little granddaughter? Why not grow up with us, but guard us in the sky? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I often dream that you are sitting on the balcony smoking and shaking the white goose feather fan at home.
I miss the person I love. Composition 7 Tomb-Sweeping Day walks in the rain. In this festival, I miss the people I love more and more.
Time is the most ruthless. In a blink of an eye, grandma has left me for four years. I still remember the care my grandmother gave me before she died. My grandmother is the one who likes to give me candy best. Grandma's habit has been maintained whether she grows up or not.
I still remember one time, there was a month's holiday at school. I got up in the morning and went home with my packed luggage. I sat in the car, feeling the changes of scenery along the way, from high-rise buildings to beautiful mountains and rivers. Grandma's home is in a small mountain village. When I got off the bus, I turned to a path with my schoolbag on my back.
Walking on the path for more than ten minutes, you can see grandma's house. I didn't tell grandma in advance when I came back this time. I think I will give her a surprise. Grandma's old house is very old, with mottled exterior walls and signs of ruin. I walked into the room quietly and saw grandma sleeping in a rocking chair by the window.
"Grandma, don't sleep, don't sleep." I shouted in a low voice, hoping not only to wake grandma up, but also to go back to sleep. In short, there is a contradiction. However, just after this quiet crying, I never thought that grandma would open her eyes in a short time. Grandma was at a loss when she saw me, and then the expression on her face suddenly turned into surprise. "Why did you come back today? Why didn't you tell me on the phone last night? "
I will never forget it. Grandma got down from the rocking chair, then put her head in a daze with her hands, and then took out a candy from her pocket, as if thinking about something. Grandma looked at me happily and said, "hey, I left it for you specially." Eat sugar. " In fact, when I looked at my grandmother, I just wanted to say that the expression on her face was the most like that child who wanted to eat candy.
Tomb-Sweeping Day will be here soon. I seem to know how grandma is getting along there. I really said to grandma, grandma, I miss you.
China has a history of 5,000 years, and there are many traditional festivals, such as Spring Festival, Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival ... but one of them contains great thoughts for the deceased relatives. Miss. Yes, this festival is Tomb-Sweeping Day.
This festival makes me unforgettable, because it often reminds me of my regret and nostalgia for my dead relatives. According to our traditional custom in China, we should go back to our hometown to sweep graves and pay homage to our deceased relatives. ...
When I set foot on the journey back to my hometown, when I looked at the picturesque rural scenery, I felt a long-lost feeling ... When I came to this long-lost hometown, my uncle was already ready to pay homage to my relatives' boring wine, vegetables, firecrackers and so on. Walking into this quiet mountain road, there are waves of flowers and people's nostalgia for their dead relatives.
When I came to grandpa's grave, I felt very strange and had no impression at all. I only heard from my father that my grandfather died before I came to this world, and he pulled out the nails of a tiger on the mountain not long before his death, saying that he would leave them to our children and grandchildren. I hope we can go forward like tigers and not be afraid of any difficulties. But soon, because of a serious illness, grandpa went. ...
Tomb-Sweeping Day is the yearning and blessing between relatives, expressing our deep nostalgia and attention to family ties. ...
In the evening, I went to the newsstand and bought a magazine. Turning around, I saw a middle-aged village woman pushing a bicycle. The front of the car is covered with sachets of different colors and shapes. I took a look, tears welled up, and I missed someone in my heart-grandma.
Grandma has been dead 120 days, as if it was yesterday, and as if it was a long time ago. She had just celebrated her 89th birthday a month before her death. Every year before the Dragon Boat Festival, grandma will make many sachets for her children and grandchildren, and none of them will be left behind, including my unmarried husband last year. Grandma is a very clever and clear-headed old man. She never forgot to take care of anyone when she was alive. I will go back to see her with my father. She always sits cross-legged on the kang, cutting window grilles, playing with flower cards alone, or craning her neck to look out. She can clearly see people passing by the door, greet people from time to time, or talk to herself. In short, you can't see her loneliness. Seeing that we are back, we are happy to talk about the East and the West. Because we are hard of hearing, we always get the wrong meaning when we hear something wrong, which makes us all laugh and laugh ourselves. The smile is beautiful and lovely. My sister always says that my grandmother has two plum blossom dimples, which stand out when she smiles.
Life is helpless and impermanent Although my father is a doctor, he still tries his best to keep my dear grandmother. My father should be grandma's favorite son. When he was dying, grandma knew he wouldn't leave, but people's desire for survival was still strong. He called his father to the bed and said, "Tell her that she has money and ask her father to transfer him to another hospital. Why not worry about being a doctor? " I can imagine my father's inner pain and helplessness. My mother is calling for help right in front of her eyes, but all her organs have failed, and everything is of no help. Grandma's appearance in the hospital bed is still in sight. I wish I could be the Monkey King. Take a deep breath. Grandma will be fine. Then freeze the time forever. I don't want to grow up, and my grandmother won't get old.
Reality has arrived. When the new year came quietly, grandma disappeared! It was very cold, so we saw grandma off.
Until now, I often go home on weekends and involuntarily remind my father: "Let's go back to my hometown to see my grandmother!" " "My voice did not fall, my father's expression changed, and I clearly realized that grandma, I will never see you again in my life. Grandma went to heaven and must be with grandpa! Grandma married grandpa carpenter and gave birth to 1 1 children. Thirty years after grandpa died, she went to the place where grandpa went to reunite. We should be gratified, but why can't my tears stop?
Dragon Boat Festival is not far away. There are more and more people selling sachets in the street. The whole city is filled with the fragrance of musk. It's thick and fragrant, and it feels kind.
Every evening, I come to the street to look for people who sell sachets and sachets. Far away, I saw many sachets hanging on the front of the car, as if I saw my grandmother in heaven, smiling, or plum blossom dimples.
Missing my loved ones 10 It's rainy and rainy, and my thoughts have already drifted away. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The continuous spring rain reminds me of this poem, and also reminds me of my dead relatives.
My second uncle passed away a few years ago. At that time, I was at a loss. Although several years have passed, in retrospect, I regret not cherishing it.
In my impression, my second uncle is a very good person. He is very kind to me and always brings me delicious food. He is also a good husband and never lets his second aunt work in the fields. He is also an honest man, mature, kind and amiable. But God forbid, so all good people have a cruel ending-cancer. Found it too late. At that time, he couldn't eat or drink water, and his face was haggard. His thin body is even weaker, as if it were about to disappear. From Lin 'an to Hangzhou and Hangzhou to Lin 'an, I don't know how many times I went back and forth to the hospital, but in the end I didn't save his life.
My second uncle is gone forever. I'll never see his voice or smile again, and I'll never see that amiable man again. I finally understand how cruel time is. You can't stop it, but it can bring you all the pain. Some things, in the past, will disappear forever. Some people, if they lose it, will never come back. Don't wait to lose it before you want it back.
To my deceased relatives, to my loved ones who still have time to cherish.