Composition of missing relatives

The long-awaited New Year's Eve has finally arrived. As night fell, the family sat around the fire happily. I looked at the table. It is so rich: in the middle of the table is a steaming hot pot with fragrant braised pork ribs, fresh cauliflower, delicious steamed bass and delicious mushroom stewed chicken soup ... I can't help but take a deep breath: "It smells good!" Busy picked up chopsticks, put a chicken leg in grandma's bowl and said, "grandma, you eat." Grandma looked at me and said, "ok, I'll eat." Lulu is so sensible. If your grandfather is still here, he will be very happy to see you like this. " Grandma's words suddenly reminded me of grandpa's deep thoughts ... After dinner, I stood at the window and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. Grandpa's kindly face appears in my mind from time to time. Grandpa loves me most. In the past, whenever my academic performance declined, my grandfather always touched my head, comforted me kindly and encouraged me not to be discouraged; And when I make a little progress, my grandfather will earnestly warn me not to be proud and make persistent efforts.

In this way, I grew up under the care and care of my grandfather, but just as I grew up and made progress in my studies, my dearest grandfather left me forever. "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season." On this New Year's Eve of family reunion, I miss my grandpa even more. Although he is gone, I will never forget his teachings. I must study harder and live up to his expectations!

I miss the person I love. The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. Like last year, my mother and I went to visit grandpa's grave. On the way, I kept asking my mother, "Mom, mom, what does grandpa look like?" My mother always says kindly, "Just like my mother!" My grandfather died when my mother was in the fourth grade. He didn't leave any photos. Whenever other students mention how good my grandfather is to me, I am always envious and sad.

When we arrived at grandma's house, we were greeted by a grandmother who was over sixty years old. I came to the room, folded the paper flowers and folded my thoughts into the paper. It was sunny in the afternoon, and my mother, aunt and grandmother went up the mountain to sweep grandpa's grave under the scorching sun. When I looked up at the foot of the mountain, I saw all the mountains were green. My aunt hoed this clump of grass with a hoe for a while, and then cut the thorns. Soon, a path was opened by us.

When I came to grandpa's grave, the first thing I saw was a mossy clay pot, which was tightly sealed, revealing only a small section of the ground and containing grandpa's ashes. Aunt and grandma started weeding. They hoed the mangosteen on the grave for a while, and then cut the weeds. Soon, clean graves appeared before our eyes.

I quickly took out the paper tape from my bag and sprinkled it on grandpa's grave. Finally, I put a bunch of beautiful chrysanthemums in an earthenware pot. I heard my mother say that chrysanthemums represent the thoughts of deceased relatives. At this time, the tomb became a big flower chair like magic. Grandma also placed full duck eggs, delicious meat, red apples and sweet and delicious six-flavored preserves in front of the grave. ...

We lit incense, held incense in our hands, and lined up to worship grandpa. Then, we burn paper money and set off firecrackers. "Pop ..." The sound of guns seems to be grandpa's blessing to us.

When Tomb-Sweeping Day arrives, many people will pay homage to their deceased relatives.

I think of my grandmother and grandfather who died. I remember that day, I was having a class in the classroom. Suddenly, Mr. Wang said, "Chu Zekun, hurry, it's your mother's phone." As soon as I received the phone call, I heard the sad news of grandma's death. It's so sudden. Grandpa just died last week. It's only been a few days, grandma ... I cried. In physical education class, I was sitting in the classroom, lying on my desk, crying and thinking about my grandparents' voices and smiles.

When I was a child, my grandfather often took me to see the train. Every time I go to the railway station, my grandfather will say, "Kun Kun, look, Astrotrain!" " "Every time I see a train, I will shout," Wow, what a long train! How cool! "! I also want to have a car like this and travel around the world with my parents, grandparents and grandfathers in the future! "Grandpa always laughs happily. Grandma is very kind to me. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, my grandmother will give me my favorite dishes prepared long ago and cook my favorite dishes. Going to grandma's house is the happiest thing. But now it will never happen again. How can I not be sad?

At this moment, the only thing I can do is to recall silently. When I miss my grandparents in the future, I will look up at the blue sky as if they were in the clouds. They seem to be watching me from the sky, caring for me and helping me through the difficulties.

Grandparents, rest in peace. I will definitely get excellent grades and repay your love for me!

I have forgotten many roads. During that time, you will only stay for a long time, but after a short stay, you will find that the memory has been with you for a long time.

Because when you want to forget or have forgotten, the person who gave you the memory is by your side. Whether you hold hands or not, he will stay or not. Because when you cross the memory and think of it again, that person has inadvertently become your passer-by. Whether you answer it or not, he won't stay for you.

This is an imperfect process, just like the curved moon kowtowing to its ups and downs.

I am like a cocoon bound, bound and wrapped by the thread of fate.

There is a kind of missing that I would rather hide in my heart for a long time than share with others. Others won't understand, it's hard for you to see. There is a kind of yearning, which is actually established in confusion, but it is so vivid to recall; There is a yearning, no memorable day, no countdown deadline, but it is hard for you to let go; There is a kind of missing, if you get lost, you won't go around again, because you can go back to the original point once you turn around.

This is my deepest yearning.

Just like an angry paper plane, it will only get farther and farther away from the origin and lie helplessly on the sleeping land after letting go. The wind will only take you further.

Maybe it's not nothingness, it's not blank, it's a kind of repeated neglect, and it's a wound that can never heal. It is beyond your vision, and it is the pallor of another sky.

There is a kind of yearning that you once left behind, but now it is like a constellation.

It's just that all of a sudden, you begin to recall the phrase "life is like seeing it for the first time".

The composition of missing relatives 5 In early spring and March, the snowflakes that have been raging are somewhat unexpected!

Stretch out your hands and watch the snowflake melt lazily in your hand. Your face is as clear as yesterday. After a period of time, it gradually disappeared from your palm, and the faint one slowly rose in your heart!

Meeting unexpectedly is as beautiful and short as this snow, beautiful and intoxicating, short and heartbreaking. ...

In that spring season, I thought I could harvest all your love in the golden autumn after sowing my thoughts, and I began to write touching words for you. Each stroke gives my mind a soul, which is combined into notes that only you can read. Every combination made me feel tender and tearful, so I played silently in my heart and touched myself!

How I wish you could come near me when I am lonely and let me curl up in your quiet harbor; How I wish you could dilute all the sadness when I shed tears; How I wish you could light a distant road lamp for me in the dark. ...

Lonely geese cry sadly, looking for the paradise in memory. Autumn lost paradise, no harvest, and a depression. Only the reeds in the sky commemorate my lost world. It's spring now, who else can I plant that miss for?

Lonely Hu Yangshu stands on the Gobi Desert, which will not die for thousands of years and has my tenderness; My heartfelt love will last for thousands of years; Millennium immortality meets my persistence!

Lonely, I danced lightly on the keyboard like a swan, writing, directing and acting, without wonderful accompaniment and no one watching. Cheers, broken hearts and wet wings can't stop me from spinning. ...

I'm dancing solo!

In winter, the wind is blowing and snowflakes are flying all over the sky. I miss her.

Her face, her face, I remember it very clearly. Miss, she used to cover me with her hands. Miss, everything she ever said made me laugh. Miss, she is hardworking and selfless. Miss, her white temples. Miss and I passed by, which made us sad and my skirt was wet with tears. I miss you. In the face of all difficulties, you walk past with a smile. I know you love me very much, because your love not only infects me, but also infects my family. Miss a sensible topic, I miss you, grandma, and I miss your busy figure in the kitchen. Grandma, I see you are busy looking for Lucy's back in the warehouse. Look, the happy family photo on the wall is our souvenir. Miss you, miss you, grandma. I love you. The winter night is silent. Lighting a candle in the room illuminates all the past events and hovers in front of me like a movie. Every minute reminds me of you. When I was a child, you were very kind to me. You gave me everything first. When I was writing my homework, you kept urging me to study and taking me out to play ... these are indelible memories. Your knife-like wrinkles carve out your hard work and fatigue. Your little white hair depicts the vicissitudes of time. My dream! In the distance, I think of your hard and tired face. Beautiful, flawless, now washed away by years is no longer beautiful.

I miss your kindness to me and keep your love for me in my heart.

Composition of missing relatives 7 "Round, cold, everything is the same." The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, the sky is gray, and there is only one bright moon. My heart is a little heavy, too

I ate moon cakes and calmed down. The soft thin skin is crushed by pieces of fresh meat, which makes people full of praise. The moon is really round and big. Although the National Day has just passed, the thick atmosphere seems to be shut out by the moon, because I think of my grandmother who is far away from home. Can you remember that thin figure running around in the living room, running tirelessly, as if some things could never be done in a lifetime? Grandma is over seventy years old and still in such a hurry. Although she can't do anything important, she has never complained in her life. Grandpa died young, which was a blow to grandma. The weather-beaten grandmother is still here, the silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and the candles will drain the wick every night. Thinking about thinking, cold tears fall one by one. I wiped my tears and continued to eat the salty moon cake, but it was not so delicious, so I would rather eat it in my hometown.

It's very late after eating moon cakes, but there are still many people laughing and having a good time. At this time, I returned to the mood of celebration. We had a heart-to-heart talk in bed. Enjoy the moon while eating moon cakes, full of poetry; Playing games "head-to-head" with my father is enjoyable and laughter echoes. Suddenly, the bleak fog was blown away by joy, and I was full and ready to go home to sleep. I was sleepy and planted, and I didn't know that the East was foaming at the mouth.

On this poetic night, I couldn't help dreaming of my grandmother in the distance.

I miss the person I love. The day I left, you said you would come back to play with me during the holiday. However, three years later, I don't even know what you look like now. All I can think about is what you looked like when you were a child. One day, I'm going to use the phone number you gave me when you left. However, I hesitated, I was afraid, I was afraid that you had forgotten me, and I was afraid that the phone call would be "I am very busy, don't bother me!" " "Or I ask you a question, you answer me, and there is no more topic of communication. Why would I think that? Because you haven't called me once in all these years. Also, after you left, my mother found a bracelet in front of your house, which was obviously trampled. Why, touching this bracelet, I was shocked ... this is the bracelet I gave you. That day, you said you were moving, so I made this bracelet, which is a bracelet for your blessing. You said you liked it at first, but now it's trampled on. Don't you take our friendship seriously at all? I hope I'm paranoid-maybe you want me to call you first, maybe I forgot my bracelet because I was in a hurry to move, maybe ... but I can't pick up the phone and press the number.

On the day you left, your mother said you felt lucky. Knowing my neighbor is like knowing my sister. I wonder if you can make such affectionate friends after you move. I am very happy to hear this news, really happy! I don't know if you haven't forgotten me yet, and I don't know if our friendship is as deep as before. I really miss you, dreaming again and again, disappointed again and again. Today, I finally wrote this yearning with tears in my eyes ... I hope our friendship has not changed.

Missing your loved ones composition 9 Eat a good New Year's Eve dinner. After watching the Spring Festival Gala, firecrackers were intermittent.

I tossed and turned under the covers and sighed from time to time. My father touched my head and said, "I called my grandfather the other day and said that the restaurant business here is not good this year." Many bosses close their doors early and go home for the New Year. Business opportunities have come, and sure enough, dozens of tables have been booked for the New Year's Eve dinner in our store this year. " Dad pressed my quilt head and said earnestly, "The day of our reunion with grandparents is set on the third day of New Year's Day!" Good boy, go to sleep! Actually, I miss home, too! "Dad's voice is a bit hoarse. The mother on the side said impatiently, "Don't be wordy, be kind, wet your pillow with tears, sleep quietly, there are more than a dozen tables waiting for you tomorrow!" " "

Although my father comforted me, my mind kept thinking about my grandparents, how they spent this Spring Festival! Must be unhappy. I thought about it, and soon I put on the movie "Trapped in the Middle", and one fragment after another was displayed like a lantern: first, I posted Spring Festival couplets with my grandfather to send new year's goods to the lonely old people; Grandpa killed chickens and slaughtered sheep again, steamed and fried; Then, have a good dinner, and I will knock on my grandparents.

Get off to a good start and get a big red envelope. Happy singing, dancing, telling jokes, making grandparents happy; and ...

..... This yearning, day and night, never stopped.

Time sent away memories and ushered in the third day of the New Year. High-speed rail and bus carry our yearning for anxious to return, and we are finally reunited with our families!

One day three years ago, we gently sent away our grandmother who was sleeping forever with a pile of loess. When this moment came, my consciousness gradually became clear: I would never talk to my grandmother again. This is the last time I saw my grandmother. The evening breeze blew, and I suddenly lost my mind.

Today, three years later, I still miss it. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother was sleeping and I was doing my homework. My grandmother suddenly let out a cry: "There are ants." I didn't care, thinking grandma was joking, so I replied, "No, you go to sleep quickly, I have to study." "When I heard the word' learning', my grandmother never spoke again. It was not until I finished my homework and tucked her in that I found five or six ants on the back of my grandmother's hand. It suddenly dawned on me. Grandma's tolerance and greatness made me cry, and her love for me was so silent and gentle.

Although grandma can't take care of herself, she still taught me to be down-to-earth. I remember that I didn't do well in the exam once and lost my temper when I got home. Later, my mother got angry and gave me a good beating. Afterwards, I lay on the ground and cried. Grandma didn't let me get up, but said to me in a calm tone, "Find the reason, don't be a man." Grandma's plain language calmed me down and took the initiative to pick up books to study. Now that I think about it, grandma helped me a lot.

The moonlight is so soft, grandma, I want to see you again.

An understated miss carries a lot of sadness. Grandma, I miss you endlessly, just like a lonely boat, rowing slowly in the heart of the sea. It is a sad water, a plain line, and you have been watching it in another world. ...

Missing my loved ones composition 1 1 "On August 15th, grandpa made me moon cakes. My grandfather is an old Red Army ... "There was a melodious song on TV. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. On this day, wanderers in the distance will look up at the full moon in the sky, miss their hometown and their loved ones. ...

On this day, as soon as we finished dinner, we ran to the yard to set off fireworks. I can't wait to pick up a small fireworks and light it. The moment when fireworks bloom, colorful, colorful, some like shy flowers, some like golden "little rockets", but fleeting as a flash in the pan.

In a short time, all the fireworks in our hands were released. How comfortable it is for us to sit quietly in the yard while eating sweet moon cakes and enjoying the bright moon on the horizon. My mother also told me the story of "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon". I listened intently, as if I really saw the dancing back of Chang 'e.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. " The voice of my father reciting poems is in my ear, and I am not to be outdone. I said, "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of scenery." At this time, my father and I were silent, because I thought of my grandmother who was far away in the country. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, grandma was the only one eating moon cakes and enjoying the bright moon in the country. I looked up at the sky, and the moon was still bright. I hope the moon can pass on my thoughts to my grandmother in the distance.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full, which is really an unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival!

Missing my loved ones 12 The peach blossom has blossomed and swallows have come and gone, but why are you and my grandmother gone forever?

Grandma loved me very much when I was a child, and all the delicious food was left to me.

When I was a child, I was always naughty and broke a lot of clothes. A few days after the Chinese New Year, I scratched a hole in the wire and a long hole in my new clothes because I was naughty. I went to my grandmother in tears. My grandmother said, "Nothing. My grandmother can do magic and her clothes will be ready soon. " So you took out your needle and thread and began to sew my clothes seriously, for fear that the stitches would not work well.

After the fourth grade, I don't often go back to my hometown, but my grandmother still misses me very much. Every time I go back, I usually don't want to eat snacks, and I often give me pocket money to buy snacks and toys. It always makes me happy to play with me. They always say: not tired, don't like to eat these snacks, it doesn't cost much.

But I know it's not magic at all. They are not tired, don't like eating, and don't spend much money. He told me these lies because he loved me.

It's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my heart is full of endless thoughts.

Missing my loved ones composition 13 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. This is a famous poem about Qingming by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China. It is an important day to sweep graves and worship ancestors, with a history of more than 2,500 years.

In traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, my father drove my mother and me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother's grave. Dad's hometown is in a beautiful village in dongzhi county. Grandma's grave was built halfway up the mountain. We cleaned up the dead branches, weeds and fallen leaves in front of grandma's grave, and then presented beautiful flowers. I kowtowed respectfully three times. My mother told me: "In ancient traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day, people like to go hiking in addition to sweeping graves to worship their ancestors. If the weather is good, men, women and children can go out to play. " So after going to the grave, my father accompanied me and my mother to play around.

I skipped along the country road, breathing fresh air. How comfortable I am! Look, there is a wheat field in the distance, and the breeze is blowing. The green wheat seedlings are shaking their lovely heads like dolls and dancing like a group of "green elves". Is it welcoming us?

I asked my mother, "In traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day, what else can you do besides sweeping graves and hiking?" My mother took my hand and said, "There are many other customs in traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day, such as flying kites, swinging, inserting willows and wearing willows ... This festival has both sadness when sweeping graves and joy when hiking. This is a very interesting traditional festival. "

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day is not only a festival, but also one of the 24 solar terms. As the saying goes, "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans." During the Qingming Festival, the temperature rises and the rainfall increases, which is a good time for spring ploughing and spring planting.

Compared with other traditional festivals, traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day is really a special festival!

Missing my loved ones composition 14 "I wish people a long time, and everything is beautiful thousands of miles away." Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the wanderer in the distance always looks up at the bright moon, just like a compass, hanging in the distant sky, guiding the wanderer to the direction of home. Mid-Autumn Festival is a time to miss the people you love. ...

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone sat around the dinner table, talking and laughing, eating moon cakes, and listening to the legends told by the elders about the Mid-Autumn Festival. Now, whenever I miss my hometown and my family, people always pin their thoughts on the full moon on the horizon. I hope that at this moment, distant relatives can read their deep thoughts in the same moon under the same sky.

Looking at the moon, looking at the night sky, looking at the flashing neon lights on the roadside, a faint sadness arises spontaneously. Looking at a mountain of homework reminds me of the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. Although Chang 'e, who is far away from the Guanghan Palace, has no trouble with her lessons, how lonely she will be without her family and friends.

At this time, the night sky is quiet and deep, and a full moon hangs on the horizon, lonely and lonely. The moon is our angel, especially whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the moon will be presented to people with the most full posture, and the lovesickness at that time must be the strongest.

Missing my loved ones composition 15 Walking in the bright spring, looking at the white clouds fluttering in the blue sky, I thought of you again-Cher, thinking of the beautiful days when you and I were dependent on each other. Cher, you know what? When you first came to my house, your eyes were full of sadness and fear. Dad and I carefully bathed you and put medicine on you, and you turned white again. Your white as cotton feathers are shining with charming silver light in the golden sun. I was shocked, so I named you "Cher". I say to you: "Cher, this is your home, you can rest in peace." Under my careful care, in a few days, you and I are familiar, and every day we like to go to the balcony with me to see the white clouds fluttering in the blue sky. ...

When I know that you are a homing pigeon, I am more eager to hope that you will get better soon, although I know that it is the day when we parted. I didn't want to see it at first, but the helpless day finally came. Like a fairy in white, you drew a beautiful line in the blue sky and disappeared at the end of the day. But after a while, you flew back and shouted around the balcony, and your golden eyes were full of disappointment. I murmured and waved to it: "Go, Cher, the vast blue sky is where you can show your skills." You flew away and returned to the embrace of nature.

Cher is gone, but the back of her departure will always stay in my heart.