Whether you are in school or in society, you can't help but contact or use composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and college composition (thesis). Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a little composition of nostalgia carefully organized by Xiao Bian. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.
As time goes by like a meteor, it is too late to look back and usher in another flowering season. Let the autumn wind blow away the memories scattered all over the sky, and miss those memories that I once lost and those beautiful things that I once ignored in my half dreams.
Miss the heavy rain. The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and the pattering rain always makes me temporarily unable to let go of my sadness, roll up my thoughts, walk in the rain, feel the coldness of the rain when it kisses my cheeks, penetrate my heart, let the impetuous heart become calm like water in the flow of rain. It is the heavy rain that allows me to release all my thoughts and assumptions, and lose all my strength and camouflage, The rain mixed with tears is not easy to detect, but it makes me more sure of my deep dream. Rain wakes me up. It is the dense rain again, which provokes my nostalgia and reminds me of me immersed in rain and tears. Once again, I am calm.
Miss that childhood. The paper kite outside the window is flying higher and higher, which makes me blurry my eyes, as if I saw that little me, holding my mother's' hand, hanging a naive smile, flying my inner ideal together; As if back to the past, my father stroked my head with a warm hand, and accompanied me to prepare for the end of the war at night; A family in front of the TV, that curved eyes and laughter. Everything is so warm and moving. I was never alone on my way to grow up. I could smell the fragrance of flowers everywhere and touch the sunshine everywhere. The happiness of childhood gave me great courage and confidence. Miss, let me see more, know more, found a lot of small had not been moved by me, suddenly, a sunny mood.
Miss the sea. The blue thoughts are pulling my mouth upward, and the moist cool air is coming towards me. It seems that all things in the world are intoxicated in this frozen but extremely short beauty, which has stopped all the noise, except that the waves hit the new waves and ripples echo in the ears, and all the pomp and camouflage disappear at this moment. I still remember that day, the sky was blue, the sea was also blue, and the first time I visited the sea, it was so exciting -- water and sky were the same color! Mourning this blue, this spectacular. At this time, the heart -- quiet and distant, heart -- only the distance, only a vast, only a blue reflection in the cool sea. Let the sea breeze blow your hair freely and fly in your heart. I am deeply saddened by the memory. The spectacular sea brings me peace and indifference.
Relying on the west window, I miss those fleeting time. Maybe I can't go back to those beautiful memories, but I can always smell the fragrance of flowers, hear the singing of birds, feel the joy in my heart, forget the secular noise, and always move me again. Immersed in that kind of nostalgia, the heart seems no longer constrained, the sky, suddenly clear.
Holding a cup of hot tea, I left some nostalgia in my mind. The fog blurred my eyes, and my thoughts were drawn to the distance. Meditation, the time that passed away in a hurry, fills my heart with some nostalgia.
