Whether you are in school or stepping into the society, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my collection of essays on missing topics, hoping to help everyone. Missing topic composition 1

Some people say that autumn is the season of missing, because too many stories happen in autumn. But I think autumn may be the season when the weather changes from warm to cool in a year! In this season, our hearts will become calm. Without the vigor of spring and the enthusiasm of summer, we began to remember the past calmly. So, sentimental, I remembered the friend who once brought me laughter.

how good friends and confidants we used to be! Never quarreled. We are friends envied by all the children in the village. We swore together in the temple that we would be good friends all our lives. However, this is just our wish. At the beginning of the new semester, even this dream is broken! I remember how much confidence and courage your smile, as bright as sunshine, once brought to me with self-esteem and inferiority! Let me out of the darkness inside. Your laughter is like the sound of a breeze blowing over a silver bell. If it weren't for the sudden earthquake, we would still be laughing together. I can still see your smiling face and hear your laughter!

Now, everything about you has been swallowed up by that disaster, leaving me only that beautiful and firm face like an angel! Before I knew it, the night was already deep. I looked up at the bright moon and walked on the path full of our laughter. That small road that we have walked countless times, a warm current welled up in our hearts.

I have regained my old confidence! Missing is the concern of one heart for another; Missing is a ray of acacia, a little care, a kind of happiness with pain; Missing is a deep feeling, deep love, thinking silently and thinking quietly. Friend, are you okay? Have you ever thought of me in your world? Miss Topic Composition 2

My family has a lovely dog, Mao Mao. It has bright eyes, dark hair and a thin and short tail, which makes it particularly cute and clever. It is my good partner and brings me a lot of happiness.

But it didn't last long. Mao Mao was stolen. One day at noon, my mother hurried out on something, leaving only Mao Mao and me at home. Because Mao Mao was still young, she often took a shit in the house, so her mother put Mao Mao in a cage and put it at the door. Mao Mao and I teased for a while, forgot to lock the dog cage, and went upstairs to do our homework. The thief may have come to steal at this time. But although I heard Mao Mao's cry, I used to think that Mao Mao asked me to play with him. After I finished my homework, I also enjoyed watching TV. At this time, Mao Mao screamed even more fiercely, and there were wonderful pictures on TV. So I shouted, "Mao Mao, don't scream. I'll play with you as soon as I finish reading it." Gradually Mao Mao stopped screaming, hey! That's very obedient. I continued to watch TV.

"Tao Yuzhen, Tao Yuzhen", mom is calling, where is Mao Mao? What about Mao Mao? The dog cage is gone, and so is Mao Mao. Mom kept exclaiming downstairs! I ran downstairs quickly and couldn't believe what I saw: Mao Mao was stolen together with the dog cage. Suddenly, tears fell like broken beads, and I kept shouting-Mao Mao and Mao Mao, looking back and forth over and over again, until it was dark, and then I came home disheartened. I cried all night.

Until now, as long as I close my eyes, I can imagine playing with Mao Mao. Mao Mao, I don't know how you are now. If you remember your way home, run home. I've been expecting you to go home. Missing topic composition 3

What is missing? I never knew. I have never tasted the taste of missing. Is it bitter, spicy, sour or sweet? Today, a feeling that I have never felt before rises in my heart. I feel that this is the taste of missing.

My grandmother was ill and was admitted to the hospital. My mother was worried that my grandfather could not take care of her, so she went with her. The day before my mother left, my mother and I had a quarrel because of grabbing the TV. I was very unhappy. At that time, I was wondering why my mother didn't leave. If I didn't have my mother, I would be free. How comfortable I would be!

My mother left the next day, and I still felt beautiful that day. In the morning, I could sleep in, and no one would disturb my dream again. During the day, I can enjoy watching TV and playing puzzles, and no one will talk about homework in my ear anymore; Besides, I can watch TV dramas with my mother's bad tasks in front of the TV all day, and nobody cares about me ... < P > A few days passed, and gradually, I felt that I was wrong. My mother left, and something very important seemed to be missing around me. Let's have lunch, because my mother was not at home, my father and I had to go to my grandmother's house for dinner. I like rice best, but grandma has been cooking noodles for a week. I thought to myself, if my mother is at home, she will definitely cook my favorite rice for me, so that I can eat well and eat well. Also, if my mother were here, she would listen to me play the piano and go swimming with me. My mother would also teach me many new things. At this time, I suddenly realized how important my mother is to me, but I blame my mother for a little thing. Is it really necessary?

My mother has never left me for a long time, and I have never known the taste of missing. Now I have tasted it. Missing is what you feel when you are lonely and lonely. Miss topic composition 4

I am about to walk out of the gate of primary school and step into the threshold of middle school. There is a deep feeling of nostalgia in my heart. Miss my campus; Miss my classmates; Miss my teacher Li more.

When I was in the sixth grade, our math teacher was replaced by Miss Li. At first, Miss Li gave me the first impression that she was a very powerful teacher. To my surprise, you are very gentle and gentle. So I'm not afraid of you at all.

but once, you got angry: you divided your classmates into groups A, B, C and D in turn. I was assigned to Group A. You are very strict with our Group A. Besides doing the questions on the blackboard every day, you should also do a thinking question. I am very dissatisfied with your practice, so I don't do it every day. Once, you suddenly said that you wanted to check my thinking questions. I took out my exercise book and bowed my head in shame. When you checked that I didn't do my homework, my amiable face suddenly became serious, and my eyes were not as soft as before, but stern, saying, "Don't you want to be in Group A?" If you don't want to go to group B. " At this time, a feeling of hatred arises spontaneously. From that day on, I hated Miss Li.

Until one day, I asked Miss Li a thought question. Suddenly, Miss Li's sad face turned into a happy face. Then explain the problem to me kindly.

Suddenly, the hatred disappeared without a trace, and my heart was full of respect, love and gratitude for Miss Li.

I'm about to leave Miss Li, who gets along with me day and night. Think of your concern for me; Think of your tolerance for me; Think of your love for me. I think about you all the time. Miss Li, I will leave you soon, and it will not be many years before we can be together again. In the days to come, I wish you good health and all the best. I hope you will always think of me as a naughty and lovely child in the days to come; I also hope that you will meet more lovely and smart children in the future. Miss topic composition 5

If I had a choice, I would be alone under the cover of the night sky, dotted with countless star lights, as if, darling is looking at me on that full moon, and ruby-like shining eyes are more dazzling than stars! At this time, I can't help but sink into deep memories. Darling is the name of a little white rabbit in my family. It's the cutest rabbit I've chosen with great luck, and it's very likable. Darling is white all over, with big round eyes, like two red gems embedded in white jade.

The ears are long, pointed and furry, slightly upturned and covered by long white hairs. It runs up and down, looking from a distance, like white fluffy balls moving together, which is funny! Darling loves to eat green leaves and carrots. I stuffed the vegetable leaves into the cage and it ate happily. Look! With the opening and closing of its small three-petal mouth, the leaves of the vegetable gradually shortened and were eaten in a short time. After eating, I narrowed my eyes, folded up my four legs, and lay down in my arms, all huddled into a ball, and then I slept comfortably. Looking at its lovely appearance, I couldn't help singing the nursery rhymes of rabbits and falling asleep with it. I came to the reality with beautiful fantasy. Fortunately, I saw seven or eight rabbits standing on the board, ready to be sold. If I had thought of this earlier, I wouldn't have stayed too long. I would have just thought that they would fall into the mouth of human beings. I picked up a few barely tender leaves from a pile of dry leaves, picked them up and touched them on the nose of a white rabbit. I was so excited that I always thought they were at my feet or in my arms. They are no longer hungry, but temporarily. After a long time, they may starve to death or be taken away and eaten. Darling, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today. You must have sent them diving to comfort me.

But when I see them, my heart is like a big iron lock, locking my eyes tightly, locking my leaving footsteps, holding my shadow and calling my name. It's so heavy. It's really heavy. If only you could walk with me when I was 1 years old and fly happily to heaven and that beautiful place! Darling, when you are in Tomb-Sweeping Day, please open the note in the star box, sit at the tip of the crescent moon and read my letter to you. Missing topic composition 6

Do you know what it's like to miss someone? It's like drinking a bitter cup of coffee and then crying quietly. Do you know what it's like to miss someone? It's like a cold winter night, when the heart begins to snow.

There are ups and downs in the moon, and people have joys and sorrows. Missing is beautiful because of distance, and missing will also hurt because of distance. We can forget a person's good or bad, but we can't stop thinking about a person.

It is often said that missing is a kind of beauty, and missing is also a kind of happiness, but the premise must also be that two people miss each other. Being missed is a kind of happiness, and it is also happy to miss someone who is also missing himself, but there is one kind of missing that is the most bitter, that is, missing someone who should not be missed and missing someone who should be forgotten.

it's a painful yearning, a feeling of love and hate, and I can't stop crying.

that kind of feeling is like a person walking alone in a cold night, with confused eyes and no warm direction. Like leaves falling in the autumn wind, I don't know whether to blame the ruthlessness of the wind or the failure of the trees to retain them.

Like a kite flying in the sky, I want to fly, but I can't get out of the line.

If you miss this, you will be afraid of the night and leisure. You will wish you were a snail, turning endlessly, but I don't know why.

With this kind of yearning, you will face the lonely night alone, just want to get drunk, just want to anesthetize yourself with alcohol, and only then can you sleep deeply.

I like Zhang Aijia's old song "The Price of Love" very much. There is a lyric in it, "The price paid for love will never be forgotten. Just consider him an old friend, which makes me feel distressed and worried ..." Yes, some people may never be forgotten, and some thoughts may never stop. For those who pay the price for love, unforgettable heartache and unforgettable thoughts, we can only engrave them in the depths of memory as an unforgettable friend, so as to find a reason for our thoughts ... Do you know what it feels like to miss someone? Is to drink a glass of ice-cold water and use it for a long time to turn it into a drop of tears ...

I haven't missed it so much, so I probably don't dare. Because, this feeling, for me, is too bad.

I think it will become a habit to miss someone or something for a long time. Accustomed to surprise you: One day, you are drinking a cup of tea, basking in the warm sun, and closing your eyes leisurely, you will find that your eyes are full of his figure, and you don't even want to open your eyes for fear of losing it all. Maybe after ten years, you are busy with red lights, green wine and complicated strings, socializing frequently, and proudly talking about your rich life when you get together with your friends. You think you have started a brand-new life, but when you are alone, you will feel endless melancholy, and the things you miss will be repeated like a movie, scene after scene ... How much you will miss those beautiful things that have passed away.

I think missing should make us have the patience to wait. Because we will think about those things and wander in the ocean of dreams, time will pass quickly and the pain of missing will be reduced.

Some people in reality are like this. They would rather believe in the beauty of the past than resist the reality. Even so, who has the heart to wake them up?

I hope I can miss someone seriously. Let this miss become a habit, I won't be afraid, I hope this person can be stored in my mind forever, and I won't leave for a long time, so that I can drink a glass of iced water and use it for a long time to turn it into a drop of tears, so that I can appreciate this feeling well.

I hope that what everyone misses will not be blowing in the wind. I miss the topic composition 8

When you wrote, it was still the beautiful words and the naughty sentence like a child. But when I saw the sentence "From now on, what we see is no longer the same sky", my tears came out involuntarily.

I still remember when I graduated from primary school, you hooked me with chubby hands: "We are good friends for life." I nodded my head like a chicken pecking rice. "My parents sent me to study in the city." The news came as a bolt from the blue, but I still held back my tears, smiled and sent you to the car, watching your drifting back.

Now, I have new friends, but I always remember the laughter and laughter when we played together. I still remember that lonely afternoon, even the cicada only occasionally tore open her throat and called a few times. We kicked the door of the "crazy aunt" next door to avenge her last scolding you. I still remember the final exam in the fourth grade. In order to live a stable year without being blamed by my parents, we sneaked into the teacher's office together and changed the report card into an ideal result. I still remember that we secretly transferred the chicks in the bird's nest together, which made the mother bird scream. Remember ... those unscrupulous "bad things" seem to be

only done when I am with you.

thoughts come to mind. Think of your chubby face like a big apple, think of the face you made when I was sad, think of the sentence you said, "We are good friends forever", think of the way our hook hands sparkled in the sun ... Tears fell disappointedly again.

However, "all things must come to an end". We must always be apart and learn to grow up by ourselves. So I told myself: hide this missing in my heart, pack up my mood and move on.