Our hometown is very lively every Spring Festival. You can see the pedestrians on the street shopping in the shopping mall. I am very excited about all kinds of New Year's goods and toys.

Our New Year’s Eve customs are actually the same across the country. Everyone has to get together to have a meal and eat happily. On the first and second days of the lunar month, the younger generation all went to pay New Year greetings to their elders, but what about us? It can be said to be a bumper harvest, with red envelopes filling our pockets and the happiness of the whole family. During the Lantern Festival, everyone had to go back to their homes to set off firecrackers and have fun. It was very lively and everyone had a great time. The streets were filled with new and unique lanterns, and everyone on the street had smiles on their faces. It was so exciting. The Spring Festival is so lively. My hometown is so lively, so festive, and so joyful.

Zheng Ganjun

2 A 400-word composition on the Spring Festival farewell scene

Time is something that no one can change. It is important, but sometimes I am really good. I hate him, it’s him who makes people chase after them desperately, and they live in confusion all day long, and it’s him who brings people farewell! I really hate separation. It is bitter, sad, and tear-inducing. What should come will always come, and what should leave will always leave. The commander of all this is time.

People will inevitably face ups and downs in their lives. All things are arranged by God. We are destined to meet sooner or later, and we are destined to separate sooner or later. As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Some people have said that the more you experience, the more you will get used to it, and the more separation, you will become numb. I think this is not true. Although you have many experiences, you will have different feelings every time. Although separation More, but the object of separation will be different each time, and the feelings will be different. Sometimes I often wonder why people separate, and why separation causes heartache. I am most afraid of the scene of separation.

To be honest, I am not a girl who loves to cry, but every time I face separation, tears will always fall. I even thought that in order not to face separation, I wanted to wrap myself up and only have my own. There will never be separation in this world, but that should be impossible.

There will always be answers to questions that have been thought about for a long time. We should face parting bravely and challenge time bravely. Parting does not mean that we will lose it forever. Between friends, a greeting after parting and an occasional chat , will make our hearts tightly connected; among lovers, a text message or an email after a breakup will make the hearts that once cherished and known each other tremble slightly; among relatives, a phone call of just a few minutes after leaving, Even if we are thousands of miles apart, our hearts will warm to each other... Parting may be the beginning of another beautiful thing. Wouldn't it be better for us to put away the sadness of parting and bless each other with a smile? A 400-word essay on farewell to a good friend at the station

Farewell to a good friend at the station On Saturday, the sky was overcast, with drizzle from time to time.

I went to the car show with Xiaoling and Xiaona to see off my good friend Tongtong.

Although the station is not far away, we are in a hurry.

Walking on the street, it feels like the time is very long.

There is always an inexplicable sadness in my heart, and I am always afraid that the bus Tongtong is riding in will leave early.

When I arrived at the station, I saw cars coming and going. I looked through the crowd, but I couldn't find Tongtong.

With sharp eyes, Xiaoling pointed at the dense crowd and said in surprise: "She is there, she is there!" Xiaona also shouted excitedly: "I saw it, I saw it!" I was crazy. Tongtong shouted: "Tongtong! Tongtong..." Tongtong heard our shouts, turned around quickly, saw us, and ran towards us happily.

We approached each other and stared at each other.

In a blink of an eye, the unhappiness and unhappiness of the past disappeared, only good memories remained in my mind, and only faces blurred by tears remained in front of me.

We each gave a farewell gift.

I gave Tongtong a kite, which I made when we were playing together. Tongtong liked it; Xiaoling gave Tongtong a wind chime, which sounded tinkling and sweet. ; Xiaona gave Tongtong an umbrella painted with green strawberries. Tongtong opened it and looked like a strawberry fairy.

Xiaoling said humorously: "Tongtong, don't forget about us when you go to school there!" Tongtong nodded movedly.

Our encounter is so short, but we always have endless things to say! In the blink of an eye, it's time for Tongtong to get in the car.

We looked back at the busy streets. The rain was chaotic and confusing, and the whole world became so blurry.

I think of the happy days in the past, with catkins flying, May in Sophora Township, sweet-scented osmanthus falling, and the alleys of the ancient city. We have left so many dream-like memories.

Now, your figure in the car gradually disappears at the end of the road, Tongtong! We can only send you here, we sincerely wish you the best, wish you cherish it and move forward well! Farewell composition of more than 400 words, farewell to mom and dad

Farewell Pick up a fallen leaf, raise your head, the color of the sky becomes transparent instantly...——Inscription: How much sadness and pain is there in the long road of life? How many partings, how many tears? "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road.

The mountains outside Sunset Mountain, the end of the sky..." "Farewell" sounded again, maybe... we can only wait for the next reunion... She stood at the head of the village, and I Beside her.

"Sister, can't you walk?" "I begged her.

"My dear, wait until I make money and come back to buy delicious food for my sister.

"Sister's eyes were full of reluctance to say goodbye, and the tears in her eyes kept flowing down.

"Sister——.

"I shouted to her with all my strength.

Sister touched my head without saying anything, just smiled.

The car is here, but Sister didn't I turned around and hid in the bus. I raised my head and looked at my sister. She and I were separated by a car window. My sister pressed her face against the window and let tears flow freely.

Me. Looking at the bus that had traveled far and wide, I still stood there blankly, tears streaming down my face for a long time until my vision blurred... I was 15 years old that year. Later, I kept in touch with her and chatted with her on the phone many times. She said that she was in good condition and told me not to worry, and I gradually became relieved.

It has been two years since my sister left. , I have never met her once, and I have almost forgotten her appearance, but the love she once gave me will never be forgotten in my heart.

Later, my sister came home to visit us.

It’s been two years since I met my sister for the first time, and I found that she has changed, become stronger, and more mature than she was two years ago

But the only thing that remains unchanged is her. It's that warmth that makes this reunion usher in the next parting... I don't know how many years have passed since my sister left, but the tears are still flowing, but there are more. My best wishes to my sister... A 400-word composition on the moment of farewell

Farewell exists in a poignant and beautiful way

It forms a river in the human heart. With the eyes pouring down,

The other person's silent silhouette seems like a world away.

Don't say goodbye, pretend to be proud and move forward, even if there is a lot of sorrow in your heart. Sadness.

Quietness is the shengxiao of farewell, like the leaves falling quietly in the rain, bidding farewell to the sadness that is still sleeping, and jumping on the last column of the sunset to be with someone. An afternoon of nostalgic farewell, giving it the texture of memories.

Wave goodbye to every inch of land you’ve kissed, every cloud that’s drifted by, every gust of wind you’ve leaned against, and every story that’s touched you. , every tear that has flowed, every smile that has bloomed.

Looking at the cobalt blue sky, the earth greets a quiet farewell with a quiet and peaceful attitude.

Just disappear into the depths of the night, forbearing and lonely

Just like the distant stars in the darkness

Say goodbye in my heart. > Take a needle and embroider the farewell at the end of the sadness.

Like every hurried traveler, pack up the luggage of memory and leave in a hurry.

There is no time to care about that. How heavy or light is the luggage?

Those bright memories flashed in my eyes, and before I could cover my eyes with my hands, tears fell down.

Just drag the luggage. Start a journey and go quietly without taking away a single cloud. Farewell essay on alma mater 400.

Very urgent.

1. Alma mater, I don’t want to be separated from you. Dear teacher, dear classmates: Ups and downs, morning and evening; flowers bloom and fade, ebb and flow.

Inadvertently, I went through six years of primary school.

In the past six years, every laughter, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch has been unforgettable for me.

Now that we are about to say goodbye to our alma mater, a feeling of nostalgia arises from the bottom of my heart.

Looking back six years ago, we left kindergarten and entered Gaoqi Primary School. At that time, we did not dare to leave the arms of our parents. We had to be pulled by adults when we went out on the street, and even three apples plus four apples , you have to stretch your fingers to count them.

Now, we not only know that there are seven continents and four oceans on the earth, but also know that there are galaxies and extragalactic galaxies in the universe.

We have learned mathematics, we can write articles with pens, and we know more clearly that we must love the motherland and maintain world peace.

This is the result of school education, this is the crystallization of the teacher's hard work.

Six years, two thousand one hundred and ninety days and nights, on this occasion of graduation, we all miss this beautiful campus and our beloved teachers so much, no matter what words or sentences we use, it is hard to Express our gratitude and admiration.

In my alma mater life, I gradually understood the true meaning of life: a person can not be as great as a historical monument, but should strive for life; a person does not have the understanding of a wise man to observe the world, but must know how to Love life, embrace life.

In my alma mater life, I felt the teacher’s selfless dedication, just like a piece of chalk that turned into ashes for others, but wrote a three-dimensional life; in my alma mater life, I experienced the meaning of friendship. Sincerity: Help each other, provide help in times of need, and water the field of friendship with full blood.

Now, I am about to graduate and say goodbye to my lovely alma mater. I can only turn my reluctant attachment into my ambition and try my best to repay my alma mater.

In the remaining month, study hard and move forward bravely; let life bloom with a smile and let life surge with tides.

I will give my best grades to repay my alma mater for nurturing me.

My alma mater not only gave me knowledge, but also cultivated our sentiments through various activities.

The annual spring outing provides us with the opportunity to get in touch with nature; the festival celebrations allow us to understand the strengths of each classmate; the essay competition also exercises our writing skills and understands the kingdom of words. Happiness... Alma mater Alma mater is the first school in life. Who would be willing to leave your alma mater? I am like a kite. It was my alma mater that brought me to the right track in life.

But in the end, my alma mater broke the line between us because my alma mater wanted me to fly higher! If one day I am lost in the wind and rain, I know this memory will heal my pain and relieve pain.

Maybe our world will be different in the end, but I know this memory will accompany me through the wind and rain! So fast, like a blink of an eye, like a moment, like the short time when an epiphyllum blooms.

Thank you, alma mater! Goodbye, alma mater! 2. Six years have passed like this. At this moment of farewell, I feel even more inseparable from my alma mater.

Every plant, tree, table and chair in our alma mater makes us nostalgic.

In spring, we sow the seeds of wisdom; in summer, we are full of hope and wait for the fruits; in autumn, we harvest the fruits and happiness; in winter, we are full of expectations.

In the classroom, we suck the milk of knowledge; on the playground, we shed the sweat of exercise; on campus, we leave the footprints of walking.

We are like vibrant little trees, thriving in the fertile soil of our alma mater.

In these six years, I have learned a lot of knowledge and made many friends.

In these six years, there have been ups and downs.

Hi In these six years, I have experienced countless things.

But there are some things that I will never forget.

It was the day in the fourth grade. On that day, I was gloriously selected as an assistant.

When I was first elected, I thought it would be easy to be an auxiliary officer. After working for a long time, I realized that an auxiliary officer has so many responsibilities. But during that time, I made many good friends.

But now, they are gone.

That time I was elected, which made me very popular in the class.

Another time, it was in the fifth-sixth grade. Because my reading ability was relatively good, the teacher always asked me to participate in every reading competition.

My participation has won many honors for the class.

In this semester, my Chinese and all aspects have improved significantly compared with the last semester.

My popularity has also improved a lot.

Worry: This semester is the last semester. After this semester, my friends and I will no longer see each other.

This makes me feel bad.

Since this semester, although I am doing relatively well in all aspects, I still feel worried about not doing well in the exam.

We are about to graduate! At this moment of departure, I cannot express my heartfelt gratitude to my alma mater and teachers.

How to thank the teacher? Dear teachers, we will never let you down. After graduation, no matter what difficulties and storms we encounter, we will always remember our teachers’ education and instructions.

We will definitely report back to you with new and excellent results.

In this parting moment, we review the teacher’s teachings.

It is the teacher’s words like the spring breeze that blow open the buds of our wisdom. The nutrition given to us by our alma mater will turn into fruits and hang all over the treetops... 3. Farewell, parting from my alma mater means the same to everyone. They are different. For children, farewell is just an endless game; for scholars, farewell is an exchange of experiences; for some people, farewell is just an ordinary word.

However, the separation in my heart is different from what others see, because in my eyes, it is a kind of emotional isolation.

Alma mater, in your warm embrace, I have been happy for six years, troubled for six years, and cried for six years.

But it was you who gave me dotted tenderness, like a mirage painted with beautiful colors.

Every time I stepped into the gate of my alma mater with my schoolbag on my back, you were there to encourage me and let me gradually understand this strange environment; every time I fell and cried, It was you who clapped your soft hands aside and told me it didn't matter; every time I raised a satisfactory answer sheet and smiled until the crescent moon was setting, I will never forget your selfless cultivation of me. The numerous fruits that have emerged today.

Although I have experienced the joys and sorrows of life through you, I also feel the bitterness of the sacred profession of teachers. They and you are so great and selfless.

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I often look at the sky and dream about the future of my alma mater when the moonlight falls and the stars twinkle... A 420-word essay to say goodbye to friends in fourth grade

Today is a special day. A little guest came to our house. She is my classmate, but she is about to transfer to Beijing.

We have to live far apart. I don’t know when we will meet again. She is Wu Yanzhao. Thinking of this, I really feel bad.

Wu Yanzhao gave me several parting gifts: a Tibetan backpack, a bunny toy, a tiger head bag and a huge red pencil. She made me always remember the innocent friendship between us.

I want to have a lot of fun with her today.

Under the leadership of my mother, she and I went to the photo booth to take photos. We both wore the same braids, made various poses, and took one photo after another. Every photo and every move represents our desire to never be apart.

I am going to give Wu Yanzhao the book "Wisdom Backpack" because I also have one myself.

I put the photo of us together on the book. I want Wu Yanzhao to carry the "wisdom backpack" to Beijing and study hard, make progress every day, and work hard with me ***, remember The friendship between us.

I also gave her my beloved lucky ball. This ball is made of silk threads of twenty-four colors and carefully sewn stitch by stitch with embroidery needles. It is a The colorful hexahedron is decorated with yellow tassels below, which represents good luck, wishful thinking and luck. I miss that this colorful ball will bring luck and happiness to my best partner.

I have many, many things I want to say to Wu Yanzhao, but I can’t say a word, so let my gift represent my heart! ...A 400-word prose about parting

Parting (prose) Su Dongpo said: People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times.

It can be seen that separation is always an inevitable thing in life.

But when it comes to parting, there is always a hint of sadness between the eyebrows.

Liu Yong pointed out that since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.

The more affectionate a person is, the more difficult it is to part ways and the more sad it is.

As the ancients said, if you keep cutting and the things are still chaotic, it is the sorrow of separation, especially the feeling in your heart.

It has been nearly four years since I came to Jinan, a spring city. During my studies at Jinan University, every flower, every grass, pavilion, pavilion, and willow path on the campus was familiar to me. Not close.

Although I come from southern Hunan, which has different customs and customs, I am already used to the red flowers and green willows in spring and the falling snow in winter; I am used to chewing steamed buns or flatbreads; I am used to sharing a cup with friends. The bottomless generosity.

The excitement on the basketball court and the joy at the PARTY seem to be just the clouds of yesterday, and they are still fresh in my memory today.

Every bit of life here has been integrated into my life.

However, what I fear most now is to sit quietly and reminisce about my life in the past four years and the lovely people in my life.

, parting from a friend who combines emotions is a very painful thing, and memories are painkillers.

Although it is not said that it can be cured, it can be alleviated.

I used to think that the most painful parting in the world is that of a lover.

When lovers say goodbye, it is best to say goodbye quietly. Don’t wait until “holding hands and looking into each other’s tearful eyes, speechless and choking.”

It seems now that even classmates who don’t talk much on weekdays will feel no less sad when parting than a lover.

Li Bai has a poem that says: But the host can make the guest drunk and recognize the foreign country as his hometown.

What can make people drunk is wine, and what can make people drunk is deep love.

Jinan is not my hometown, but I feel the same as Li Bai.

Here are the generous Shandong people, like-minded friends, caring willows, charming red flowers, and even more, the millennium-old culture of the hometown of Confucius and Mencius.

When I walk on a familiar path, I am surrounded by familiar flowers, plants and trees.

I once sat on the grass, ran across it, and did somersaults; I once touched the thousands of hanging green silk ribbons of the willow tree like a girl's hair.

Nowadays, every time I look up, I will soon be saying goodbye to the familiar people in this familiar land. I can't help but feel sad.

That will be the kind of farewell like "I urge you to drink a glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."

Sometimes, I can't help but imagine what the scene will be like when we say goodbye. Are the children from Shandong coming to see each other off, each having a cup of tea if he wants to do it or not? Please ask Dongliushui, who do you want to be with? Farewell means another beginning.

But who can hold back the tears in his eyes? ...Grade 6 Mongolian-Chinese farewell composition (about 400 words) Urgent need, please kindhearted people

The sun sets in the west, and on the quiet grassland, except for the rushing sound of the small river, the horses are running. There was silence except for the clicking sound and the faint rustling sound of sheep grazing... Suddenly, hearty laughter came from a yurt. It turned out that the Mongolians and Han visitors were dining together. I saw the Mongolians using their ring fingers. Dip a little of the wine in the glass, flick it up and down, and then apply it on your forehead.

Yes, this is the Mongolian blessing ceremony - symbolically dip a little wine into your ring finger, and pray to the heaven and earth and yourself with the meaning of "the sky will be peaceful forever, the earth will be peaceful forever, and life will be peaceful and happy forever". After toasting, you can calmly take a sip and return the glass to the toaster.

After watching the wrestling and dancing performed by the Mongolian people, the Mongolian and Han people held hands and stood side by side, singing heartily.

Yes, the friendship between the Mongolian and Han people is so profound! When it was time to say goodbye, everyone hugged each other tightly and couldn't bear to say goodbye. Even if we are at the end of the world, we Mongolian and Han people are still connected heart to heart, holding hands, and will always be good friends! In the distance, the Mongolian compatriots still stood outside the yurt and waved to us.

After leaving the grassland, the Mongolian compatriots who saw us off did not forget to say goodbye to us and wish us a safe journey! Mongolians and Hans are like a big family. Even if they are separated, their hearts are still together.

No matter when, no matter where, as long as our hearts are still together, even if we are at the end of the world, we will always come back together.

... A 400-word essay on saying goodbye to my mother when I was young

During the winter vacation, I went to Beijing with my father to visit my mother, and the time passed by minute by second. , in the blink of an eye, it's time for me to do my thing - go home and go to school.

Before sitting on a chair at the train station and waiting for the bus to enter the station, I said to my mother: "No one is allowed to cry when we leave, otherwise we will be fined 1,000 yuan.

"I was quite happy at that time.

After a while, suddenly, the radio rang. I heard the radio saying: "The train from Beijing to Ankang has entered the station. Passengers going to Ankang, please check in and get on the train.

" My tears couldn't help but flow down like streams. When my mother saw me crying, she comforted me and said, "My child, you are the strongest. Don't you have to come here next summer?

"I turned a deaf ear to what my mother said at that time, and was just silently recalling the wonderful time I spent with my mother. However, I complained to the sky: Why was such a family given to me? Why? You want me to go through such a painful thing, why! But thinking of this, I looked at my mother with my peripheral vision. She looked at my face that was as red as an apple, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. At this moment, I seemed to feel my mother's pain; It’s just that she is an adult and cannot cry in front of everyone. This will make her look weak and devoid of dignity. I think my mother is very strong, and I must be strong too. I thought, quickly wiped away my tears with my hands, and kept them here for my sake. , my eyes were looking at my father, but when I saw my father’s tall figure, I seemed to feel my father’s pain again, because he was a man and could not cry, and no one could relieve the pain in his heart. He confided how painful it was for a husband to leave his wife.

Enlightenment of life Life is always wonderful. It can be said that I am a beneficiary of life, because I have received the enlightenment of life and changed myself.

A man was walking in the park alone and met an old man sitting by the river fishing alone, so he could start a conversation.

The white-haired old man told me: "After fishing for a whole day, I only caught one small fish.

"As he said, he put the small fish back into the river again. .

I was very puzzled and asked: "Do you think the fish is too small?" The old man looked at me and smiled: "I don't care how big the fish is, but I caught a day's happiness!" Wonderful life philosophy, I suddenly realized it.

Since then, I have changed. I have realized that harvest is important, but the most important thing is to get "happiness" in return.

My brother and I are closest to each other in Changsha. He is studying abroad and only comes back once a year during the holidays.

The reunion is always short-lived, and there will always be a morning of separation. I remember that every time I sent my brother to the airport, I used to cry and hold his hand, not letting him go. Whenever this time, My brother would caress me and say: "When will you grow up?" Now that I have grown up, I will no longer "send goodbye with tears". I will show my brother a lovely smile and say "bye-" when I say goodbye. "Bye!" Maybe this is also a change. Life has made me more mature, and I have learned to smile when saying goodbye and say "bye-bye!" I used to care a lot about other people's evaluations and the rudeness and abuse of others. , will stubbornly argue with reason, but now? After many years of life, I realized how ridiculous I was at that time.

I can completely ignore it. Now I can wipe away those "cynicism, rude insults" like dust, go my own way, and let others talk! I feel so free and easy! In the face of difficulties, I become stronger; in the face of success, I become calmer; in the face of choices, I become more decisive; in the face of... Life is really wonderful, if you want to understand it, then I can be proud of it Said: "My change is the most wonderful choice in life!"

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