A Friendship That Was Ever Missed Essay

Missing, in general, belongs to the normal state of life. On the train of life, some people come up, some people go down, and some people will come up again after they go down, but some people, some things, will never come again if they miss them. Even if it seems to come again, it is not a thing, and a person is not.

Everyone has such an experience, but some are superficial, and some are painful.

A mistake is a momentary regret, and a miss is an eternal regret.

Sometimes, some misses tend to make us cherish more.

People will miss many things in their lives, maybe it is a beautiful scenery, maybe it is a wonderful game, maybe it is a reunion after a long absence - some misses can be redeemed, looking back, the scenery is still there; And some misses will be a lifetime of regret, and looking back, it is already a matter of fact.

On this day, I was sorting out the sundries at home, opened a large wooden box covered with dust, the box put some childhood toys, and some old books, I picked up a small car, slid lightly on the ground a few times, and put it aside, and turned over the old books, it was some fairy tales, turned over, there seemed to be something at the bottom of the box, remove the sundries above, revealing a colorful oilcloth, I stacked the sundries aside, a colorful flower umbrella lay quietly at the bottom of the box, I gently picked up the flower umbrella with both hands, When I opened it, there were a few holes in it, and then I looked at the handlebar, and there were only two eyes and a crooked mouth on a "smiley face", and suddenly a scene appeared in front of my eyes.

There was a drizzle in the sky, two friends held hands, held a small flower umbrella, jumped and walked in the rain, and when they got home, one of the friends handed over the umbrella to another person, rushed out of the umbrella, and ran under the eaves, "Umbrella borrow you first, goodbye." The man ran into the house with a smile, and the other man also jumped towards the house, but accidentally, he tripped over a stone, leaned forward sharply, and the small flower umbrella in his hand also flew out, and landed on the path full of stones. Yikes!

It was broken, and there were two holes in it, and he hurriedly wiped the dirt off it, and ran home with it.

The next day, he handed over the little flower umbrella to the owner of the umbrella, and then ran away, the owner of the umbrella found the hole in the umbrella, and quickly ran to him to ask for an understanding, but he flatly denied that he had made the hole in the umbrella, and the owner of the umbrella threw the umbrella to him in a fit of anger, and since then, they have never had the intimacy they had before.

He was me, and I later learned that the little flower umbrella was left to him by his deceased grandmother - but it was too late, he had already gone with his parents, and the little flower umbrella became a regret between us.

Holding the small flower umbrella in my hand, I couldn't help but regret why I didn't explain it clearly in the first place, I missed this friendship, if I could give it another chance, I wouldn't be like that, but time has passed and it can't be recovered.

Friend, what is the most precious thing in this world? It is family affection, love, friendship ......I think it's friendship. When a person has no friends, it means that he has no encouragement, comfort, and ...... from friendsSo much has been lost just because of a friend.

However, there will inevitably be some small frictions between friends, so I will tell you about an incident that happened to me and a good friend of mine. I don't tell you who it is, she knows it in her own heart. It was one morning in the first semester of fifth grade, and the English test paper was handed in, and I found that there was a question at the table that I had made wrong, but the teacher didn't correct it.

I told my friend, and she raised her hand quickly and immediately told the teacher that the marks at the table had been deducted. When I was in line, there was nothing to do, I still talked and laughed with her, but I don't know what happened, she suddenly said to me, "You are really a 'tweeter'!".

I was confused, and after a moment's pause, I immediately retorted, "You're just that, ignore you, huh!" With that, I quickly ran home, threw myself on the quilt, and tried not to let myself cry, but the tears of discourage still fell like beads with broken threads, and I cried and shouted:

Remember, you have evil retribution, and I won't pay attention to you anymore! But then I thought that maybe she was wrong, or maybe I was wrong, and I thought, and before I knew it, I fell asleep, and I had a dream in which she and I had done many interesting things that made us all happy, and the happiest of them was that we were lying side by side on the grass in a reverie. Then I woke up, and I made up my mind that I must reconcile with her.

Finally, in the afternoon, when I arrived at school, she had arrived, she handed me a note, we invariably exchanged glances, I saw that the note was neatly written: I'm sorry, it was my fault in the morning, please forgive me! At this point, I smiled heartily, walked up to her, patted her on the shoulder, and kept the song "Friend" ringing in my ears.

Lost friendships....

It's been too long since I got in touch....Lost love.

Because of something....Missed.

Some philosophies are at odds....Separate.

A lot of reasons....Rough song.

But be kind to the royal stool shirt and cherish it....Possessed.

Lose....And irretrievable....You have to learn to let go.

Be kind to yourself. Good luck in the new year!

Missing, in general, belongs to life.

Gradually, I can no longer remember your face, your gentle smile, and I can no longer recall the series of good memories behind us. If you think about it, I haven't seen you for two months, no, it should be more than two months!

QQ's avatar is always gray, and the gray is bottomless, just like my world.

It's never like before, I can always see your figure, the gray head, the longer I look at it, the more I find that your image is worn out in my mind little by little!

It seems like we always miss out.

I always like to write a log in the space, look at the dynamics of my friends, and accidentally see that you have changed your signature, and I am busy opening QQ, and I find that your avatar is still gray as always, and then look at the time of the change, and I already know in my heart, when we were inadvertent, everything has quietly changed!

I still remember the last separation!

In the library, he only smiled and said, "Goodbye, I have something to contact!" Then he turned around and went to the place he was going to, and the moment he looked back, only the back came into his eyes, and finally he looked into the distance, you know, just a glance, I will choose to stay, accompany you, accompany you to do what you want to do!

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't dare to recall that scene.

I don't know how long it has been since I didn't dare to mention your name anymore.

No matter how deep the friendship is, it is finally exchanged for the word "goodbye", which is deep, contained in the bottom of my heart, intermittently asking the only trace of nostalgia left in the deepest part of my heart.

If it takes years, it will eventually be like a year of water.

We will eventually drift away without looking back, until, time will gradually wear out the friendship!

2) The wind at night was a little cool, and I finally returned to a corner of a person, a corner that no one knew.

5 lights, not yet on, it is still dark outside, the whole world, is boundless silence, in the cold night, I am left alone to miss!

I miss it very much, the dream at that time, was interrupted by your **, sleepy-eyed I picked it up, and your ears were already a little anxious words: "Why are you still sleeping, what time is it!" "The gentle tone, but it made me so uncomfortable, I got used to it, and shouted together; Get used to it, shout loudly; Get used to it, it's all crazy images.

All this has become a memory, and even listening to your voice has become a luxury!

At 17 o'clock in the night, it finally fell down again.

It seems that a long time ago, we always liked to make ** porridge.

Zhang Zhang, you're home, fast enough! ”

Aren't you too, Teacher A didn't delay class today, and the sun came out in the west! ”

Yes, the gods must have heard my prayers! ”

The words were still swirling in my ears, and there was a hearty laugh in my ears.

Night, let all the memories into my mind!

Everything is like a cloud of smoke, ethereal!

Leave me alone, in the middle of the night, faintly nostalgic.

At that time, we didn't understand that no matter how good friends were, we would eventually become the most familiar strangers.

No matter how deep the friendship is, one day, it will become as tranquil as water, and there will be no taste again.

The people at the station came and went, and I watched them one by one, hoping to see your familiar figure again. But, my friend, are you a**?

The bleak autumn wind swept away the last leaf on the tree, and counted the days with folded hands, three years have passed.

The days with crying are always so meaningful, do you remember?

When I got on the train at the same station and got off at the same station, I realized that our homes were so close. Acquaintance smiled ......

We went to school together and went home together, inseparable.

I failed the test. The defeat was miserable, I didn't know that so many days of hard work were only paid for this result, which is disappointing.

I cried, tears streaming down my face. You wiped my tears with tissues over and over again, encouraging and comforting me over and over again. I'm sad, I'm helpless, but I don't care about you.

As the sun set, we were walking home together, when you slowly pulled out your test paper, and I was surprised by the bright red score that came into my eyes—it was even lower than mine.

Why didn't you tell me sooner? "I ask you.

You are silent.

Is it because you don't want me and you to be sad again? Or don't you treat me as a friend? I asked.

No. "It's been a long, long time before you pop out these two words.

At the fork in the road, you glanced at me, held back your tears, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Keep up the good work!" ”

I also replied loudly: "You too!" ”

Laughing and leaving the painful lesson of the last time, we both decided to be ashamed. After a few days of hard fighting, I was both physically and mentally exhausted, and even dreaming was XYZ.

Let's go buy something to eat! You suggested, taking my hand as you spoke.

Hmm", I nodded, "It's been a long time since I've been to the supermarket." ”

You say a lot. From the time we met, we talked about knowing each other. I feel like you're like the sky at that time, blue and blue, so lovely!

After buying a big bag of snacks, on the way home you suddenly told me that you were moving.

My head "boomed", and it seemed that something was missing.

You're kidding, right? "I tentatively thought.

No", these two words again. I know, you're really moving.

Why? Aren't you living well here? The scene of the separation of friends in ** is a real reproduction in my life, and my mind is blank.

It's a family thing. "You say slowly, so calmly, is it because you don't value our friendship at all?

I stuffed the snack in your cup and ran away.

Why do you say you have to move when you move? Why didn't you care about my feelings at all......

Later, you tried to talk to me, but I didn't want to accept the fact and I avoided it.

If you avoid that time, you may have missed this life.

Back at the station where we first met, I tried to find traces of my past, but nothing happened.

You who once missed it, now, in **?