In study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below is the composition of those days that I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Composition 1 of those days
Often, unintentionally, I think back to that unforgettable day. That exciting and unforgettable basketball game.
On the field, our match with the enemy started under the coach’s whistle. Everyone wore various NBA jerseys, which touched everyone's heart. Everyone held their breath and looked at the staff one after another.
The stadium was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the stadium was filled with the cheers of students and the sweat of football players. The staff also allowed us to show us wonderful moments one after another.
The game was about to come to an end, but everyone scored one point less than the opponent. Everyone was anxious. Fortunately, everyone unexpectedly got two free throw opportunities. The first free throw opportunity to add points was Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu was a very good player in our class basketball game. He saw the basket, shot with all his strength with both hands, and the ball made a beautiful parabola and went in directly. The classmates all cheered for him. The score was tied, and the remaining free throw was particularly important.
The second free throw was taken by Xiao Guan. He held the basketball game firmly with both hands. The students held their breath and held on to the ball. The football field was so quiet that only the breeze was blowing. When the preparation was over, Xiao Guan stared at the ball frame with his eyes, stood up with all his strength, and looked at the ball towards the frame. The ball rotated around the frame, and then fell into the net. As the ball entered the frame, it also Suddenly breaking away from the silence of the football field, the students all cheered: "We won!"
Ah, that unforgettable time with my classmates, full of laughter and tears, is a testament to friendship. It’s a childhood concerto. It's never easy for me to forget! Composition 2 of those days
At that time, I could walk in the clouds, roll around on the grass, lie on the back of a whale, and sleep under the lazy sun. Because at that time I was naive and had a wild imagination. Because at that time, I was free. Because of Zhuangzi, those days were free.
I am a big roc, hitting the water three thousand times, soaring up into the sky. I am a god who does not eat grains, coming in the wind. I am a dancing butterfly, confused between dreams and reality. I am a fish that keeps spitting out foam and only lives for my lover, but in the end I forget each other in the world; I am an old turtle who does not want to "trail in the mud". I am a phoenix that only lives in the fairy tree...I am carefree and at ease. I closed my eyes, enjoying those days of freedom.
Because of Li Taibai, I am free. "The capital is full of crowns, but this person is lonely and haggard." I walked alone in the bustling city, but in the passage of time, I met him who was also lonely, and unexpectedly gained a sense of freedom and freedom. It's so cool to ride the wind and waves in a flat boat! The world doesn't understand him, but the beautiful Shushan Mountain and the endlessly crying apes understand him, and that's enough! On those days when you were as free as the wind, it was so pleasant to sing in the wind and dance with him under the moonlight!
Because of García Márquez, those days were free. The world of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" is so beautiful that it amazed me! The prodigal son who traveled far away from home died because of the revolution, but his soul returned to his mother's house along the winding path. The beautiful girl like a fairy finally grabbed the white sheet and floated into the sky; the girl who was tied to the yellow fruit tree in the rain The old father went crazy because of his great enlightenment... The magnificent and magical imagination of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" brought me into a magical world of fighting for freedom.
When I read, I am free. The clouds are not clouds, but the bed where the gods sleep; the leaves are not leaves, but elves with cuckolds: the ocean is not the ocean, but people falling down in revelry. The grapes and wines produced...
The days of reading are free. I can give birth to wings, I can kiss whales, I can sing like a nightingale. In the leisurely time, I see in the book People who are as free as me, in distant time and space, I enjoy the same free time with them.
Composition 3 of those days
Looking back on the six years of primary school, those warm days are like beautiful and wonderful pictures, constantly emerging in my mind.
"Mom!" It was the first day of primary school. I reluctantly let go of my mother's hand and walked into the campus to find my class, with a heart hanging on my face. A "pearl". "Hey, what are you doing? What shift are you in?" Suddenly, a hand reached out and patted my shoulder, and a girl about my age stood behind me. I quickly lowered my head and wiped my tears, mustered up the courage to say, "I am in class four of the year." She smiled, like a blooming flower, like a little adult: "Don't cry. It just so happens that I am in the same class as you. Let’s go together!” In this way, she, Liu Kaiyan, became my best friend. Spend a warm time with me.
I remember when I was in the first or second grade, Liu Kaiyan and I went to my community to play together after school. There was a lawn in the community. We put down our schoolbags and ran to the lawn like goslings on dry days that fly there as soon as they see water. After looking left and right, and seeing no one around, they looked at each other and rolled around on the lawn. The grass was so green and soft. After getting tired, I pointed at her covered in weeds: "You really look like a madman!" She laughed loudly: "Aren't you the same? Look at your chicken coop! Haha..." The flowers swayed beautifully. The breeze carries the dancing grass. At that time, the sun was just right.
There was another time, I can’t remember when it was. After class, Liu Kaiyan and I were too bored, so we walked out of the classroom and walked around. The sun was so hot that we were sweating profusely. As soon as I lowered my head, the shoelaces were untied, so I bent down to tie them. I suddenly felt a figure pass from behind me, and instantly I was covered in a shadow, not so hot anymore. Hey, why did Liu Kaiyan walk in front of me? I was puzzled, and then suddenly realized: It turned out that she was helping me block the sun! I asked: "Are you hot?" She wiped the sweat on her head and said seriously: "No! I have never sweated before." I was amused. The sunshine suddenly became gentle.
Six years of life have gone by in a flash, and we will be separated soon, but those warm days will remain in my heart forever and will not be forgotten! Composition 4 of those days
During those warm days, only your love has never been diluted by time, but is engraved in my heart, my mother, and even everyone around me. in the details.
Those warm days seemed to have left traces of love on the canned yellow peach. I don’t know how many times, when I came home from school out of breath, I opened the door and saw you in the summer. , my mother always takes out my favorite canned yellow peach from the refrigerator and puts it on my table. This yellow peach makes me cool. When I take a bite, I take this sweet warmth carefully. When I finished sucking carefully, mother, I knew that the delicious yellow peach was the love you gave me during those warm days.
Those warm days seemed to have left traces of love on that tea cup. I don’t know how many times, when I was doing my homework, you pushed open my door with a creak. I looked up tiredly and saw your kind eyes and kind smile. You gently brought the water cup to my mouth and let me drink it. The water in the cup gradually disappeared, but your smile became even more beautiful. You slowly walked out with the empty cup and said, "I'll get another cup for you to drink." Mother, I know that the water in that cup is the love you gave me during those warm days.
Those warm days seemed to have left traces of love on your coat. I don’t know how many times I went out and the weather got cold, but you never forgot to put your coat on me. , so that I can stay warmer in this biting cold wind, but you suddenly shivered. I know that your coat is the love you gave me during those warm days.
Mother, those warm days were like canned yellow peaches, cooling my heart! Like a cup of hot tea, it nourishes my heart! Like your coat, it warms my heart!
Mother! Besides you, who can provide seamless shade under the blue sky in the scorching summer? Composition 5 of those days
Memory is a gorgeous summer flower, which withers away like dew; memory is a spring story, which lasts like a smile. In the depths of my mind, those warm tears kept flying and stayed in the deepest corner forever, becoming my favorite.
It was a boring summer afternoon. The noisy chirping of cicadas was accompanied by the teacher’s stern scolding. After school, I was the only one left in the classroom. I crumpled the test paper into a ball fiercely, stuffed it into my heavy school bag, and started on the journey home anxiously.
When I got home, my mother was already sitting on the sofa waiting. I can't imagine how the calm at this moment will turn into a violent storm for a while.
"How was yesterday's exam?" Before I could recover, my mother's gentle voice pulled me back to reality. I nodded stiffly. My mother said to me with a smile: "Bring it here, let me take a look." Unintentionally, my mother and I looked at each other with calm eyes, thinking: This may be a sign of the coming storm.
I slowly unzipped my school bag, found the crumpled test paper, smoothed it and handed it over. The eye-catching "75" points and the red crosses all over the test paper came into view. I lowered my head, not daring to look directly at my mother's face. Unknowingly, warm tears oozed from the corners of my eyes, streaking across my face. However, the scolding did not follow closely. I saw my mother walking towards me from the sofa, and then touched the back of my head, very lightly and tenderly. She said earnestly: "It doesn't matter. How can I score more than 90 points every time? Mistakes are normal, but they must not happen again and again."
The sunshine outside the window is brighter and brighter, The sound of cicadas stopped suddenly, and everything was perfect as before. Tears were flying in the air. I treasured these warm tears in my heart, treasured the understanding of the past, and treasured the deep love of my parents. Composition 6 of those days
In the past days, there were several feelings, including joy, hard work, perseverance, enthusiasm, and unforgettable feelings. I once pursued them. Joining that world was the beginning of a transformation from my ordinary elementary school life. Since I was a child, listening to the brilliant symphony music has made me feel inspired and admired.
I never thought I would be able to stand on that stage, be intoxicated by the performance, and even get positive applause. I still don’t regret it, and I’m even more grateful for that opportunity. The process from being a beginner to becoming perfect with practice is the most difficult period. Afraid of performing in front of others, afraid of what others will think of you, afraid of being swallowed up by your own weakness. I am not a confident person, but being in the orchestra and integrating into it allowed me to enjoy it; beyond the hardships of practice and my own confidence, what was left was only a sense of accomplishment and full joy. I once asked myself: Why do I have to work so hard for this game? Why not live a very ordinary student life like other friends? Yes, I spent a lot of time, constantly training myself, and gave up many important things and opportunities. Sometimes, I really want to quit and do many other wonderful things, but there are always many wonderful memories in my mind. Every practice is a heartfelt performance, and the music created by each instrument is blended together. Although there are many immature sounds, it is full of enthusiasm in my ears. The most sincere voice played by the fourteen-year-old, we united, we cooperated, we supported each other and cheered each other on, and I was one of them back then.
I have never regretted what I pursued, because it was the most beautiful past, a dream with sweat, tears, smiling faces, and crying faces. I don’t care about what I lost, but what I gained is that eternal piece of music! I have pursued that way, and I will continue to pursue the future that I have carved out for myself, taking infinite steps. Composition 7 of those days
Whenever I see my brother playing with his little toy car, that "sad" memory immediately appears in front of me.
That was when I was five years old and saw a car. The car was very beautifully carved, even the gear lever was extremely delicate. When I asked my mother for money, she said coldly: "No!" At this time, I felt like a bolt from the blue. When I went out, I felt that the light from the sun was cold, the wind was also cold, and even my mother's hand when I held it was ice cold.
After I got home, I couldn’t eat or sleep. Even when I fall asleep, I dream about that car. After that incident, I thought about that car every day. A few days passed, and I still couldn't eat. I thought: In the past, my mother took the initiative to buy me toys. What happened to her this time? That car kept floating in front of me like a ghost, as if it was my world.
In the past few days, I feel like there are dark clouds every day, rain every day, lightning and thunder every day. But one day, everything turned upside down.
That day, I was reading a book. Suddenly, my mother said to me: "Today, I will take you to buy toys." What? Did I hear it right? When I confirmed it, I jumped up with excitement. Finally, the sky became cloudless and all the dark clouds disappeared. With excitement, I "jumped" towards the store. After entering, I got into a pile of toys, trying to find my beloved car. I looked over it this time, and there was none, and I looked over it there, and there was none. After asking the clerk for the last time, I found out that the car had been bought. I was like an angel in the sky whose wings were clipped and fell heavily to the ground. At this time, I felt that the sky was full of dark clouds and the sky was overcast again...
Now, when I think of that incident again, I can't help but laugh. That memory is really painful and funny. Composition 8 of those days
"Auntie, where have you been?" After I got up, I found that my aunt and the others were not at home. I shouted anxiously, but there was no answer. I hurriedly called my mother. It turned out that my aunt, grandma and dear little cousin had returned to their hometown. When I heard the news, I was instantly petrified and tears flowed down uncontrollably. I was so sad!
During the epidemic, my grandma, aunt, little cousin and I stayed at home as a group. We had a happy time. If it were not for their company, I would have gone crazy at home. During those days, my favorite thing was to torture my little cousin. My little cousin loved building blocks and would always concentrate on building blocks for a long time. I watched him with evil intentions. As soon as he did a good job, I would rush over and destroy him at the speed of light. His building blocks, and then laughed, it felt so good. My little cousin was bound to get mad, so he ran away with his little shorts and screamed to chase me. He wanted to eat me, but he could never catch up with me. This kind of scene happens several times every day, but this is Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai——one is willing to beat and the other is willing to suffer. We enjoy it every day. Later, my little cousin became smarter. As soon as he was good at fighting, he would take the initiative and destroy his own works first. Oops, I was so aggrieved to death.
Grandma and my aunt are always thinking of ways to make delicious food for us. Grandma’s cooking skills are amazing. Her signature dishes are potato braised pork ribs, mutton and carrot vermicelli, and potato braised chicken. The color, flavor and flavor make me unable to stop eating. If grandma is a master of Eastern cooking, then my aunt is a master of Western pastry. My aunt takes us to make various pastries together, such as making pizza, making puddings, and making cakes together. I always take the lead, and my cousin takes advantage of the opportunity. Revenge always comes to cause trouble, making me confused. We spent a lot of happy hours laughing and joking while making delicious food.
Looking at the empty living room, the empty kitchen, and the empty bedroom, I couldn't help but shed tears. Grandma, aunt and little cousin, how much I miss you! How much I miss those happy days! Composition 9 of those days
Walking on that dark yellow journey, the sun was shining all over the place. I knew that the exam was coming soon. This tense moment made me feel that the weather was getting hotter and the people were getting hotter. The blood in my heart boiled.
My friend asked me: "How are you, are you ready for the entrance examination?"
I said; , full of confidence!”
The fiery season seems to be selecting talents for high schools, admitting those who can overcome it, and eliminating the rest. The sky is full of sunshine, and even the wind seems to have just come out of the stove, blowing on people. There were red marks on his face that looked like burns.
However, when I am with my classmates, I no longer feel the heat. We fight side by side and have endless fun. We don’t complain about the mosquitoes buzzing and dancing in the sky, nor do we complain about the uproar of books covering the sky. Not to mention complaining about the hot air and making me sweat. I feel that as long as I pass the high school entrance examination, all this is just a cloud.
The "warmth" of June is to be enjoyed rather than wasted. Today's memories are precious rather than forgotten. Those lush years that are about to pass away, enjoy them with your companions, and face them with your companions. Yes, cherishing it with my companions is the most beautiful warmth left in my memory of growing up, and it is also my true understanding of the persistence of that warmth.
I used to always complain about my question marks, but now, I do not hesitate to replace them with ellipses. Maybe youth, to me, is the warmth in my heart, and it is a kind of persistence. It has nothing to do with hardships and hardships. I walked to the examination room of the high school entrance examination with that warmth. On that day, all the warmth and youth I experienced were filled in on the examination paper. I hope that this effort can give me feedback on my growth.
The previous face may quietly pass away with the current memory, but I believe that passing away may not be so nostalgic, but a kind of growth. Losing it will not be so happy, and only then you will truly know how to cherish it. .
You have to walk your own path, maybe this is the warmth hidden in your heart. Composition 10 of those days
In a person’s life, there have been many confusions and challenges; through the course of life, one can’t help but recall many experiences, happy, exciting, and unforgettable The...
The sky is gray, and there is dreamlike snow falling in the sky. It is fluttering and very beautiful, but I am not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at the moment. While thinking about it, I walked to a small park unknowingly. It used to be really beautiful and colorful, but now, because of winter, it has become snow-covered and endless white. For me I felt a little more irritable.
I sat on the bench and looked at their happy faces. I was helpless. Because of the teacher’s criticism, I once wanted to give up.
Suddenly, I saw a group of trains, which were several plum blossoms. The plum blossoms were dotted in the white snow like ink. I was so shocked that it warmed the depths of my heart like a flame.
But then I felt pity for the plum blossoms, because...
A strong wind blew, and the plum blossoms in the distance were suddenly extinguished. The "flames" in my heart were gradually extinguished, and the white snow was like Like a city wall, the plum blossoms are isolated from the world. I am extremely disappointed. I was about to turn around and leave. Before I could finish my walk, another gust of wind blew. This time the wind was gentle, and the plum blossoms bloomed again! I stared at the plum blossoms, and my shock turned into admiration. I suddenly remembered a poem: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." I understand that difficulties are not terrible, but the human heart is terrible. A person who wants to give up spirit. The spirit of plum blossoms is not only cold and aloof, but also the spirit of overcoming difficulties and setbacks.
In the future, I will face any difficulties and setbacks with a strong and optimistic attitude, and face life with a smile. Composition 11 of those days
Recalling those days, I couldn’t help but feel ridiculous, raised the corner of my mouth, and a tear fell silently.
Those who I thought were good friends abandoned me, leaving me with a feeling of darkness coming, and I was the only one groping in the darkness. Loneliness, yes, loneliness! The thing that scared me the most, now it's here, completely kicking me out of my happy days.
In those days, just for me, I felt abandoned by the whole world. Loneliness, desolation, loneliness, all the things I had never had before came to me. It was like I fell from heaven into hell. It's just me here. On the days when I was abandoned, my mood fell into a deep valley. I had no intention of eating or doing homework. I was in a daze, sitting on the edge of the bed, crying silently.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I was like a misanthrope. I was happy, had many friends, and was never alone. My life at that time was filled with laughter. Just a few days, just a few days, wherever the laughter is, there are friends. Now, I am walking alone on campus, like a transparent person, walking among friends, just the air around them. Not saying a word, expressionless, friends are like books. I don’t want too many, I just want those who can be sincere to me. Backfired, it was impossible, it was just me. All good sisters for life are all lies. It is unique for everyone to like the new and dislike the old.
I have realized the feeling of loneliness. In other words, I have been experiencing this feeling. To be honest, this feeling is very uncomfortable. I have shed too many tears and been sad many times. . During those days, I was fed up. After all, I had done nothing wrong. You stayed away from me and rejected me. You thought I laughed every day and didn’t understand others. I smiled happily. Who comforted me when I cried heartbreakingly?
I will remember that period of loneliness, that period of sad life, and that period of tears-filled memories, and I will never forget how I survived those days.
I smiled, and the corners of my mouth raised again. It was so ridiculous. In the end, wasn’t it still me? Never show your wounds to others, because what others see is a joke, and you will always be the one who hurts and cries.
You can also live a wonderful life by yourself. Composition 12 of those days
The days when the fruits are ripe in autumn. One by one they were hung on the high treetops. The autumn wind blew through the big tree, and the leaves fell one by one.
Taking exams again and again reflects your attitude and abilities. After failing again and again, there is always an unspeakable feeling in my heart. I feel depressed day by day. Life is always so boring. It was very difficult to live during that time.
The teacher’s repeated psychological counseling did not seem to have any effect on me. Maybe I have to solve this myself!
The wind blew slowly, and many leaves fell from the trees, making it so miserable in an instant.
At that moment I knew the pain of failure.
I was walking on the way home, and the light reflected my listless look. When I got home, there was only the sound of my parents sighing. Those sighs were like sharp knives, cutting into my heart one by one. I wrote my homework listlessly, thinking about my parents' sadness, and there was always pain in my heart. The moonlight fell on the earth, looking so pale. The wind blew again, and the leaves still fell flutteringly.
At that moment I tasted the pain of loss.
In school, when the results are handed out, there are always people talking about them. I was sitting alone in my seat, and I always accidentally heard other people talking about myself. I thought it was a good thing, but when I listened carefully, I realized that it was my own fault. Others will always talk about their shortcomings and laugh at me for my poor grades. For a while, I felt that I had no shame in staying here anymore. He got up and left the classroom.
It was already dusk, and the school was dyed a unique red, so bright and vibrant. Standing under the big tree, looking up at the sunset setting little by little. Suddenly, a broken cat appeared in front of me. It had one leg hanging, but it was still alive and happy. For a moment, I felt that my sadness was nothing. At that time, a strong wind blew. It did not blow down a leaf, but blew up the leaves on the ground.
I returned to the classroom again, opened the textbook, and read it word by word.
At that moment I felt the pain of being laughed at, but I also found a reason to cheer up again.
Life is like a fire, and there will inevitably be setbacks, but I have reasons to cheer up. Thank you for those painful days. Composition 13 of those days
Everything yearns for freedom. The freedom that most people want is to do whatever they want, regardless of whether what they do is out of the ordinary. But I have a different definition of freedom. Those days of freedom added a bright color to my childhood life.
Freedom is a relaxed mood. The best way to relax is undoubtedly to go on a wonderful trip. Beijing is a good tourist destination: listen to the upbeat tunes of old Beijing; take a stroll around the beautiful Shichahai; sit on a rickshaw, facing the cool breeze, and the sweetness of candied haws wraps the entire mouth and even the entire body. . This kind of relaxation of traveling in a strange place allows my soul to release the breath of freedom.
In my spare time, I will spend some time looking up at the sky. On an early autumn day, the breeze blows, bringing with it a little warmth from the summer heat. In the evening, there were large areas of burning clouds. Lying comfortably on the soft grass, it's like being nestled in the warm embrace of your mother when you were a child. Occasionally encountering wild geese returning south, flying freely, isn't it also a kind of freedom? When I close my eyes, the whole world becomes quiet and I feel drowsy. "The white dew collects the remaining heat, and the cool breeze sets off the sunset." Open your arms, embrace the world, and feel freedom.
Immersing yourself in learning is also a kind of freedom. In the book, there are Mr. Zhuge who has a clever plan to borrow arrows from a straw boat; there is General Han Xin who saves Liu Bang from danger; there is Hua Mulan, who is a woman and joins the army for her father; there is Li Bai, who is drunk and writes quickly... I feel like Travel through thousands of years, chat and drink with these vivid characters. Fluency in spoken English made me confident, and the thrill of solving complex problems made me deeply fascinated by mathematics. I think the freedom to acquire knowledge, learn skills, and then be able to spend your time at will is the most desirable thing.
Instead of saying that the days of freedom are fleeting and precious, it is better to say that freedom has always been around us like the wind. The important thing is to relax and relax yourself so that you can experience the world and feel freedom. Composition 14 of those days
A person will experience many, many things in his life. Some things have been forgotten, but some things are always shining with a unique light in my heart like gems. Those were the days when I was sick.
It was almost a week before October 1st. I had a fever and kept coughing. When my mother found out, she was so anxious that she rushed to school and took me to the hospital. It was blowing strong wind outside and it was about to rain. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor asked me to take my temperature. The result was over 37 degrees. The doctor asked me to take a blood test again. When I came back, the doctor asked me to take a X-ray, so my mother took me to take the X-ray. The doctor looked at the film and then the blood test sheet and said, "Your child has bronchopneumonia and fever, and must be infused immediately." Mom said: "Okay". So I gave him an infusion. After the infusion, I said, "Why is it always your fault?" I said, "I'm more worried if you are sick." Mom said: "Then I don't want you to get sick either."
The next day, I felt very cold. I dare to touch the water that people without fever dare not touch, but the water still feels cold to me. So I put on my autumn clothes and long trousers, and put the hot water cup into my autumn clothes, but it was still too cold. My mother took me to the hospital and my temperature was 39 degrees Celsius. The doctor said: "He must be given an injection now." I said: "No injection, no injection or infusion." The doctor said: "Infusion is slow to take effect." Mom said: "Don't listen to him, listen to my injections"! So the doctor prescribed an injection. When the doctor gave me the injection, I refused to give it. My mother gave me a soft injection, but I didn't react. If I still didn't give it, my mother gave me a hard one. As a result, I refused to take the injection. My mother was angry and pressed me on the bed to give me the injection. I know my mother is doing it for my own good, but I don’t like injections, so I don’t give them. In the end, all my illnesses were cured, but my mother was worried that I might get sick. I was infused with fluids for nine days and went to three hospitals. On the night when I had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, my mother stayed up all night to change my ice pack.
It has been a long time since this happened, but the scene where my mother was about to burst into tears when she saw me being sick has always lingered in front of my eyes. I will always remember this sick day. Composition 15 of those days
Someone has said that when you leave a very ordinary but warm home, you will miss her very much. I once experienced this feeling in a strange foreign country tens of thousands of kilometers away from home. It was a period of homesickness.
As a Chinese student who went abroad to participate in a competition for the first time, my six companions and I, with six pairs of immature feet, set foot on the land of this distant and unfamiliar country. The first thing that was difficult to adapt to was the customs here. Favor. Pairs of amber or turquoise eyes stare at you curiously, and it is even more difficult to communicate with foreigners who speak authentic American pronunciation. On the busy Washington Street, I actually felt a deep sense of loneliness.
Being homesick means missing the customs and customs of my hometown.
In the evening, a plate of hard lasagna was placed in front of me, emitting white smoke and covered with a thick layer of cheese and mashed potatoes. I felt a queasy feeling in my stomach. But this smell, which seems fragrant but not fragrant, seems sweet but not sweet, still penetrates into my nostrils forcefully. A big pot of steaming vegetable beef stew seemed to appear in front of me. This is the "signature dish" in our family. I seem to smell the fresh aroma of beef and vegetables in my nose, and I seem to hear the tempting "chichi" sound of beef stew in my ears. But it all disappeared immediately, leaving only a plate of cold, hard lasagna in front of me.
Being homesick means missing the delicious food at home.
How many times at night have I heard a man sobbing in my roommate. He is a big man. I asked him why he was so sad. He said: "I... miss home... miss Parents. "Yes, who is not like this? I call my family every day. On the other end of the phone are my eager hopes and on the other end are the concerned voices of my family. The phone call once a day is the source of my peace of mind and an invisible encouragement and encouragement to me. comfort.
Being homesick means missing your loved ones at home.
Being homesick means being attached to everything in my hometown.