The taste of missing on the first day of the first year is 600 words 1. The taste of missing is like a cup of bitter coffee, with a little bitterness in sweetness. Missing is a feeling. It is the feeling of missing someone quietly, quietly, silently, painstakingly and stupidly! Missing is a beautiful loneliness. Only when one person misses another person, that kind of loneliness is especially beautiful! Once this loneliness reaches the extreme, the yearning will expand into a happy sadness, a sweet melancholy and a warm pain! Missing is around.
Missing is a long memory of yesterday. Missing is everywhere, everywhere. When you were walking hand in hand in the moonlight, he picked a daisy by the roadside, because it was romantic to wear it on your head-missing you under the long moon; When you watch the geese dancing side by side in the sky and the sun sets, you deeply feel that time flies and the years are like songs-missing at dusk; When your life is hard, those ups and downs are still fresh in your memory-missing in the autumn rain.
Missing can make you look sad, make you feel happy, make you gentle and make you silent. In short, the emotion of missing people has been purified and sublimated!
Missing others is a kind of warmth. When you sit in a corner, holding a cup of hot coffee, or holding your chin at your desk, just think about him quietly, his deep affection for you, and his love for you, that warm feeling will slowly overflow your heart; Being missed by others is a kind of happiness. When you are in trouble, you know that someone is supporting you and paying attention to you; When you travel far, this person is caring for you and blessing you. You will feel that the sky is bluer, the moon is rounder, the flowers are redder and the dreams are sweeter ... provided that you miss each other. Otherwise, unrequited love is a kind of sadness and despair, but being missed by others is a burden!
Often there is a distance, there is a miss. When the ship's whistle sounded, when the train's whistle sounded, when the car's wheels began to turn, when the plane rushed off the runway and began to fly ... I missed it and spread my wings.
In the sense of harvest, missing is like a huge fortune, with affectionate stamps, warm books, sincere greeting cards and thoughtful messages. These are the connotations of this wealth.
Thanks to the years that have passed like fallen leaves, the flying leaves are constantly quantifying their thoughts in detail-two people are sometimes experiencing pain; One can also experience happiness! Sometimes, the melancholy figure reflects a kind of exuberance, loneliness shows a kind of beauty, and sometimes, the warmth in the sun evaporates a kind of dryness and a kind of pallor! Deep thoughts, even at midnight, are the brightest stars. Missing is a star, not a month, because the month sometimes disappears on the horizon. The stars are in the vast sky every day.
When I was a child, I only knew that missing people would make people sad, and I had never experienced this in my heart. Before, I was just a baby guarded by my grandmother. When my mother wants to hit me, she always stands in front of me to persuade her. When I was in primary school, I had fewer opportunities to see my grandmother.
When I was in junior high school, I came to Hangzhou to study. The opportunity to visit grandma is only during the long vacation, only two or three times a year.
On the Dragon Boat Festival, I chewed zongzi at home and my thoughts went back to the past. My sister and grandmother and I went to buy salted duck eggs, soybeans and pork ... and took them home for jiaozi. At that time, the market in my hometown was crowded and very lively. Grandma's hands and feet moved around my sister and me. When I was young, I was filled with joy when I looked at colorful goods. Follow grandma like a happy bird. When she got home, grandma cooked all the ingredients quickly, and in a short time, a pot of delicious zongzi was served. At dinner, the family sat at the dining table, eating zongzi happily, talking and laughing. However, at this time, I barely ate a zongzi in the city, cleaned up the dining table, sighed heavily, and felt a little sour for a long time.
In the evening, the bright moon lying in bed shines cold on my window. It's late at night, and I'm wide awake. When I think of the phone call during the day, my tears fall inadvertently. On the phone, I wished grandma a happy Dragon Boat Festival. Grandma smiled and said, "You too." Grandma asked, "How about zongzi?" My voice trembled slightly: "Good, delicious." Grandma at the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before she said, "I will spend the holidays with my grandfather, and I don't need to spend too much money ... You have to listen to your mother in Hangzhou ..." After hanging up the phone, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest and quickly went back to my room to close the door. Memories of my childhood hometown flooded my mind. I seem to hear the frogs in the pond behind my grandma's house, and the scene of my grandma holding my little hand to catch fireflies in the grass in the yard. I always think of grandma's smiling face narrowing her eyes and grandma's rough palm wiping the sweat from my forehead ... all this has gradually drifted away. I have grown up and left my grandmother's side. Dragon Boat Festival is only a short holiday, and it comes and goes in a hurry every time. Grandma's greetings on the phone, I can't say a word ... "Moonlight in how bright at home!" And "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season". On such a sleepless night, I understood the profound meaning of this poem.
In the bright moonlight, I realized the taste of missing. I tossed and turned for a long time, slowly dried my tears and fell asleep with memories of my grandmother and hometown. ...
The first day narrative 600 words 3 the taste of missing is a short message, a phone call and a greeting; Missing is reading things, chatting and reading blogs; Missing is looking back, looking forward and thinking hard.
The taste of missing-just like tasting a cup of cappuccino, bitter and mixed with a little sweetness!
How time flies! I can't sleep so early. I can't stand it. I want to turn on my mobile phone again and play my favorite music lightly, which is better than lying in bed and tossing and turning and changing dozens of postures.
Sad music always affects my mood. In this lonely night, if you are not careful, you will let it in, make the taste of missing more intense, and shed tears unconsciously.
Miss, we often talk for a long time on the phone. Sometimes I think I can do it on the phone, and it feels real. I felt very tired after that.
I miss what online video can do sometimes, which is exactly the same as the real feeling, very real, very much like that, just a little scared. It is said that someone specializes in those things, collects other people's privacy, and then posts it online. These people are not good. Actually, I like videos, too. They are real, charming and exciting.
I don't deny that I am a jealous person, nor do I deny that I am selfish and possessive of love. I regard these as love! If you don't love, you won't care, if you don't love, you won't be jealous, and if you don't love, you won't want to possess. Because I love it too much, I am afraid of losing it. A little trouble will make me feel uneasy. I think jealousy is also a kind of missing!
Actually, she is stubborn. I know her. She will love someone to the end and never give up easily. Just like her dream, many times I will return to her dream, catching fish, swinging, watching movies hand in hand and so on when I was a child. Miss is that she will send me messages, she will hang up on me, she will leave messages online, she will consult how to educate children and so on.
Missing you can't sleep. Missing is that we all have an unforgettable dream. She had a dream last night. In my dream, I live downstairs. Many times, as soon as she hangs up, I immediately go to her house. We cook together, help the children with their homework and chat together. Then her father and her brother came back. I left quietly. We often go to work together, get off work together and buy food together. In the dream, she said, you just don't talk, you just smile.
This is a kind of missing!
The taste of missing the first day, 600 words, 4 unforgettable memories, endless memories. Willow trees are broken, branches are broken, our ancient trees are flourishing, and our songs are sung. ...
In the morning, the sun was lazy and inadvertently caught a glimpse of graduation photo on the desk. Miss began to be bold and marched into my arms. The cup on the table is a little hot. ...
"Remember to come back together!" She stood in the bright sunshine in June, smiling.
"We will still be in the same school, right?" She seems worried.
I began to remember last month. Everyone smiles reluctantly every day, and the air is full of the sour taste of lemongrass. Her nostalgic eyes and expectant eyes emerged one by one.
I quickly took a sip of tea. The tea leaves began to churn up and down, just like the ups and downs of the heart. There is a bitter taste at the base of the tongue. Spread out, spread out. So bitter, so bitter.
I tried to hide it, put graduation photo in a drawer, and dreamed of closing my mind in the depths.
But soon, I knew that I was wrong. The last trace of residual temperature dissipated. At first, bitterness became so soft that it touched every cell of the body and immersed itself in a calm tea fragrance. Past and present are just pronouns. The past is the present, and now is the past of the future. Missing is silk, missing is thread. Before leaving, I sew bits and pieces into my backpack, filled with heavy feelings. Missing is thin but thick. This pen is thin, but it is cotton.
It turns out that I have always wanted to get rid of my own ideas and have been precipitating my own ideas. Later, it was found that this longing tasted like wine. The longer I put it on the altar, the more mellow it becomes. Ignorant, I tried in vain to miss it. In the end, I found that I missed everywhere.
After drinking the last drop, the bitter feeling invaded every taste bud, so arrogant. Let it go crazy!
I took out the photos again and put them in a conspicuous position, looking at every smiling face and thinking about every interesting thing. The strong smell began to fade again and melted into the air.
"The willow tree is broken, the branches are broken, our ancient trees are flourishing, and our' song …'" someone once said to me.
Some people don't just want to get rid of it and turn a blind eye. On the contrary, the more they want to let go, the more they can't let go.
Just like the taste of missing, it slowly dips into the bottom of the altar and makes people intoxicated. ...
The taste of missing on the first day is 600 words, 5 missing, you can miss your loved ones; Miss, you can also miss friends far away ... I miss another taste now.
I don't know if you have eaten popcorn, not the popcorn sold in the cinema, but the most traditional popcorn. The old man who makes popcorn is a little old, black and thin. He doesn't have a fixed shop or a fixed booth, but walks around Wu Kang, perhaps around Deqing. So, when you want to eat popcorn, you may not find him. Sometimes you think for a while and then forget, but he appears in front of you inadvertently. At this point, it was overjoyed.
Sometimes in the street, sometimes in the alley, when I see him, the old man's booth is always crowded. Passers-by should also stop and smell the fragrance with their noses. Breathe the faint rice fragrance deeply into your heart, which is very refreshing! At this time, our children are the most reluctant. Watch how the old man turned rice into popcorn and rice flowers into rice cakes. Parents called their children home several times, but the children still stayed there, and their feet did not move half an inch. It was not until dark that the crowd dispersed and the old man packed up and left that the children reluctantly left.
The process of making popcorn by the old man is very interesting. First, he put the rice in a shiny black spool. It is estimated that the spool is so dark because of its age. The black spool is like a big football with a hole at the top. Open it, pour the rice in, and then tighten it. There is a handle at the end, which can swing the spool. There is a watch on the desk. The old man told me that it showed the air pressure in the cylinder. The spool is on the shelf, and there is a coal fire under it. When burning, shake and evenly heat the spool. The old man shook and shook, making a "squeaky" sound, and there was a whimper from time to time in the pipe. When the fragrance of rice flowers in the tube is about to grow, the old man said loudly, "It's ringing!" " The watching child quickly covered his ears, but a smile appeared on his face, because he could taste the popcorn immediately.
The old man stepped on the cylinder, and his right hand pulled the nozzle of the cylinder, followed by a bang, which was really deafening. The timid children ran away in fear. Then the shiny popcorn rushed into a big bag. At this time, the fragrant smell permeates the air and makes people intoxicated. People say, "Sweet-scented osmanthus trees are fragrant in ten miles." How can the fragrance of osmanthus be comparable to that of rice flowers? The old man sent some rice flowers to the children who had swallowed saliva outside the stadium, so that they could solve the problem first. Grab a handful of rice flowers and put them in your mouth. The fragrance lingers for a long time, making people memorable. The old man made rice cakes with rice fragrance. Children gathered around the edge, vying for adults to buy bags. The children tasted the long-lost rice cake, and the joy on their faces was always sweet to their hearts.
Some greedy children like me simply pop a tube of popcorn and make a popcorn cake. I returned home with a full load, finished my dinner, and then hurried downstairs. The song was over. There is only a pile of coal ash left next to the trash can. I said to myself: When will the old man come again? ...