The river of years flows quietly, and unconsciously it has flowed through a short distance of life. Missing is like the waves in the river, full of passion, warmth, sigh and sadness. Whenever the mind is quiet, we will walk into a nostalgic situation.

Nostalgia is a photo of Lao Huang, one of which is still fresh in my memory. This is a scene where I am sitting beside my bike and crying. When I was a child, I thought I was a naughty and naive boy, so I paid the price of being black and blue. Once I rode out and looked at the steps in front of me. I tried to ride a bike like Superman on TV and fell down. Now I think of my childhood life. Although it is full of "ups and downs", it makes me see the real joy of life and makes me beautiful again.

Missing is a piece of life recorded in a diary. Since my three-year life in junior high school came to an end and I opened my diary to recall my three-year life, I have been addicted to it. Three years of life is full of joys and sorrows. I have experienced the sincere friendship of friends, the joy when I get good grades, and the bitterness when I suffer setbacks. Three years' life has outlined a lot for my life experience. Reading a diary makes me chew my self-righteous happiness for minutes.

Missing is like a delicious food, the more you eat, the more fragrant it becomes. Missing is like a bottle of old wine, the poorer it is, the more mellow it becomes. Miss a sweet chocolate, the sweeter it tastes. To enjoy nostalgia is to taste the ups and downs of life and face the past life. Missing is a happy enjoyment and an intangible wealth.

Missing is also a kind of sweetness.