Missing is like water, flowing quietly in the sea of hearts; Missing is like fire, burning in my heart; Missing is a dream, and the dream is far away; Missing is a poem, between the lines, which makes people cry.

When I first came here, I couldn't help thinking of her often. Think of her short hair with her ears, her eyes shining and her movements neat. Think about her shallow dimples and the way she talks in her sleep at night. Quiet night, a person lying in bed, thinking about her, recalling those happy days with her, always feel as if I am in front of you. This yearning adds some sounds to the quiet night, so that people will not be lonely or lonely in such a night. Missing is a kind of beauty.

Time goes by little by little, and the day of going home is approaching day by day, but only that yearning is getting stronger day by day. After the intense study, lying in the dormitory full of life at night, listening to the noisy voice, it is inevitable that I will be a little upset. At this time, thoughts will come to you quietly, and unconsciously, they will enter your thoughts and make you look at it more sincerely.

I thought of her again on a quieter night. It's snowing heavily outside, and the north wind keeps blowing the windows. The dry trees were blown by the wind to make a "whoop" sound, which sounded creepy. In the dormitory, roommates wrapped themselves in quilts for fear of being frozen by the biting north wind. The night is very quiet, only the whistling wind and the occasional sound made by roommates when they turn over. Silence reminds me of her again. Think of her hair, which is dotted with silver threads by years, her eyes trapped by busy day and night, and her tired figure, which is no longer tall and straight. I thought of her again, but I didn't feel warm in my heart, but my eyes were full of tears. Missing is bitter.

The taste of missing is bitter or sweet, and everyone feels differently. In fact, missing is a kind of psychological activity, which does not need to be expressed in words, but sometimes I always feel that some words are better to say, just like missing. If you keep your thoughts to yourself, the other person will never know, but if you speak out loud, you will feel relieved and others will understand your sincerity.

Although I have her in my heart, although missing sometimes makes people feel happy and sometimes makes people feel uncomfortable, I still say my deep thoughts: "Mom, I miss you so much."

Chapter II: Missing persons

The day after it left, I was so bored that I could only look up at the sky. I can only see the gray-blue sky, the dazzling sun and a few clouds, but I can't even see a bird. "The sky in July is really dead and boring!" I cried with discontent.

"Look carefully, the clouds are in different shapes and the sky is inscrutable ... These things often remind you of the past, your relatives and friends when you are sad, and cause you to fantasize about a better future. Look at the sky more, I hope you will get better ... "Mom said.

I nodded, continued to look at the clouds and began to fantasize. ...

That cloud looks like a castle! Maybe grandpa and Garfield live in that castle. Grandpa is feeding Garfield, Garfield is jumping and running happily ... I can't help crying, Garfield, do you know how much I miss you? So, I thought a lot about it:

I closed my eyes and pushed the time back to a day in June 2004. 1 1. I passed a small shop and saw a chubby little yellow cat rolling. I leaned down and the chubby little guy ran over. The shopkeeper said, "You can have this kitten." I picked up the little yellow cat and meowed, which was unfamiliar to me at all. "Just call Garfield!" ……

Scene change ...

Time-August 2007, the night before it left. He took a comfortable bath in the shower room, while his mother was doing it. Garfield crossed his paws and grabbed the faucet, and the water ran down his hair. He looked so happy that we all laughed.

Scene change ...

It was noon a few weeks ago. I went to class and found Garfield on the side of the road. He lay quietly on the grass and did not move. Obviously, he is dead. I knelt down beside it, and my tears kept falling. Dad came down with the box and put Garfield in it. ...

The scene was changed to Xishan. On that day, I buried it in our vegetable field. At that time, I was kneeling on a stone slab next to it, and several grasses on it swayed in the wind, swaying like Garfield's tail ... Garfield, do you know how much I miss you? ...

I suddenly opened my eyes and looked up again, but by this time, the cloud was gone. It's far away. On that cloud, Grandpa and Garfield may be staring at me affectionately. ...

Chapter III: Missing.

Open the old photos, when the colorful films shake off, how can a smile not climb up your mouth? Find out the previous composition. How can the smile on your face disappear when you read aloud again? After reading the teacher's message and listening to their voices, how can sweetness not come to mind? -inscription

Time flies, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the girl in the photo has become a slim girl, and the once childish and naughty ones have been swept away. Looking at these photos, my eyes don't know when they have narrowed sweetly.

Suddenly, a photo came out. It's graduation photo!

Fingers are burning, eyes are searching, and familiar names are whispering in the mouth. When the fingertips slide over that smiling face, the corners of the mouth can't help but freeze. Teacher, are you okay? Looking at this familiar face, I can't help but have crystal tears rolling down my face. Hold the photo tightly, I'm afraid it will disappear in the next second.

Looking into the distance, my thoughts gradually drifted away. That beautiful memory, like a flood, flooded into the depths of memory. Think of the happy mood when you step into the campus every morning; Think about the fun of being in the shade with your companions; I remembered my attachment to graduation. ...

In the morning, facing the morning breeze, I set foot on the road to school, feeling relaxed and happy. The iron fence at the school gate has been rusty, which shows that it has gone through a long history and is still standing hard. It opens the door on time every day and welcomes teachers and students every day. On the edge of the iron fence, the guard in military green uniform stood smiling, and the hat on his head seemed to be unable to buckle his gray hair, wrinkled face and tall and thin body, which made us feel so amiable.

When the spring is full, the green leaves on the branches sway with the wind, and the flowers compete to show their skirts, which makes people fondle. In the mature season of autumn, yellow leaves are flying like a butterfly that only shows dance.

Oh, there is a classroom with a white outer wall, transparent glass windows, neat tables and chairs, and a dark green blackboard. There is the sound of reading in the classroom every day, and lively figures are active in it every day. That is us, one by one, surrounded by teachers, constantly absorbing knowledge.

And there is the library of the sea of knowledge, which used to be our paradise. Every week in reading class, we will come to the reading room. Everyone sat quietly at their desks, carefully reading and recalling, quietly in the ocean of books, acquiescing greedily.

It is spring again. Is the iron fence still waiting silently? Is the doorman still smiling at his classmates? The classroom is still bright and clean. Is there a loud reading sound every day? Did the young trees planted when we left grow tall? Teacher, the little flower in front of your window should be open. Please stop your busy pace, smell the fragrance and let it take away the fatigue of the day for you.

The wind blew my hair and lifted my endless reverie. Those scenes were engraved in the depths of my memory, and were engraved into the photo album of missing.

Chapter 4: Missing.

Missing is a beautiful loneliness.

Loneliness is especially beautiful only when I miss you.

Missing is a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain. Missing is a long-term obsession with yesterday and a longing for a better future.

It is in endless thoughts that people's feelings have been purified and sublimated. Without distance, there is no missing. When the whistle of the ship rings, when the whistle of the train rings, when the wheels of the car start to turn, when the plane hits the runway and takes off, the yearning begins.

It is because of missing that I have the joy of reunion after a long separation, the unexpected surprise and the toast when friends and relatives get together.

Frustration not only sharpens and trains people, but also casts the calmness of human nature and the profundity of feelings.

Missing others is a kind of warmth, and being missed by others is a kind of happiness. Of course, the best state is-miss each other. Otherwise, unrequited love is a kind of sorrow, and being missed by others is a burden.

Because of missing, the moon is infused with rich human emotions.

The moon is bent, so is the yearning. When the moon is full, so is the yearning. No matter whether the moon is curved or round, missing is a beautiful poem.

Missing can make you cry or laugh.

Whether you cry or laugh, there will be no distractions when you miss it.

Indeed, missing is a kind of purity.

Miss in the long moon, miss in the dusk, miss in the autumn rain. Beautiful scenery is easier to open people's thoughts. The beautiful scenery also sets off the memory of some desolate beauty.

With endless thoughts, it is doomed to be a long wait. Emily Dickinson, an American poetess, said: If there is finally love as compensation, waiting for 10,000 years is not too long. This can also be said to be a kind of loyalty and openness in missing.

In any case, missing is a great spiritual wealth.

Affectionate stamps, warm stationery and greeting cards expressing sincere greetings are all the contents of this wealth.

Years may drift away like fallen leaves, but this wealth will last forever. On your long journey of life, it will always accompany you and give you warmth and strength.

Chapter 5: Missing.

There is a taste called sadness; There is a kind of mood called sadness; There is a feeling called missing.

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Everything in the world is like this after all: you will regret it after doing it; I don't know how to cherish until I lose it; I will miss you every few days.

In the depths of my mind, I will always keep such a memory: my parents, who are over 500 years old, have been busy all day, dragging their tired bodies, and it is near evening when they approach the house. After a simple wash, my father came to the sofa, lit a cigarette and sat down to rest; On the other hand, mother must go to the kitchen to cook. Outside, the chimney on the roof suddenly emitted smoke, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like wisps of golden rosy clouds, slowly floating in the air. Swallows are also tired of flying, standing on thin wires and hanging their heads like beautiful notes. Everything seems so harmonious and comfortable.

I have lived here day after day, and everything here makes me happy.

But time is like water, and the sun and the moon fly. Six years of primary school is like a meteor. Although extremely beautiful, it passed by in a hurry. I am about to enter junior high school. Facing the new campus life, I am even more daunting. How much I want to snuggle up at home, but all this is impossible.

In the school life after that, I was like an abandoned bird, lonely and helpless. Here, I had that feeling for the first time-missing.

Miss, miss my parents at home, I wonder if they have a few more wrinkles because of fatigue;

Miss, miss the swallows flying all over the sky at home, and want to see them dance again.

Miss, miss every corner of my home, where I grew up.

I see, this feeling-missing. It is indescribable, but fascinating; It can't get rid of it, because it has been deeply implanted in your heart. You never know, maybe tomorrow not too far away.

This is missing.