Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone has tried to write essays. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a collection of beautiful lost compositions that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to share them. Lost Beauty Composition 1

I always carry your loving smile, looking for the lost beauty along the way, and when tears slip down the corner of my mouth, I wipe them away with the hand you held. ——Inscription

The night is like water. The cold wind gently knocks on the door of memory. The passing years have washed away too many memories of mine, and many things are passing by before my eyes. Just like the leaves falling in the forest, leaving only a blurred back. If you want to work hard to find the lost beauty, they are no longer there...

We always miss a lot because of our naivety. Maybe this is the lost beauty...

Time is ruthless, and good times always pass by quietly when people don't notice. When they pass, they are already gone. No matter how hard they try to save it, it will be of no avail. We used to be self-righteous, but now when we think about it, we are so nostalgic for the lost time, the lost childhood, and the lost beauty. The past has passed, and it can never be brought back...

The play and slapstick in the past have now become my most precious memories; the rag dolls and candies in the past have become the title page of my memory. I once imitated a monkey and fished for the moon in the water, believing that I would be the successful one; I once played hide-and-seek with my friends and felt so happy when I caught them; I once secretly put on adults' clothes and played house while my parents were not at home. At home, I always think that I have to grow up quickly so that I can dress myself up as much as I want. But now that I have grown up, everything in the past has long been buried in the long river of memory...

You can see the time in front of your eyes, but you don’t know that this is no longer yesterday’s time. ·, and yesterday's time has passed without a trace...

Flowers bloom and fall, the tide ebbs and flows. Inadvertently, I have gone through many reincarnations. Every laughter and tears, every heartbreak and emotion, are all extremely sentimental. Time has healed everything, but it can never erase the beautiful memories of childhood...

I miss the passing time and the beautiful memories. Although we have lost a lot, people always want to When we grow up, we still have a future, don’t we? Lost Beauty Essay 2

Interesting stories from my childhood are like gorgeous pearls scattered in the river of time. Let me pick the most shining ones. A few dazzling stars form the most beautiful chapter.

A full moon hung in the starry sky. In the yard, a child and his mother were sitting on a chair. The child said, "Mom, look!" The child sitting in the yard was me. That day, an orange round plate disappeared from our house. At night, my mother and I were sitting in the yard. The moon, which had just been covered by dark clouds, suddenly shed a silvery white light on the yard. I looked up and shouted: "Mom, look, the plate is flying into the sky." Go!" Mom smiled and said: "Silly boy, that is the moon, not a round plate. Come on, let me tell you a story..." Then she told me "The Tengu Eclipses the Moon" 》story. Suddenly, our little black dog picked up a round cake. At this time, the moon was eaten bit by bit by dark clouds. I couldn't help but be surprised, "Mom, the little black moon is eclipsing the moon!" Once, there was a question on the exam paper: we were asked to write a famous saying by Mr. Lu Xun. We scratched our heads, thought hard, looked here and there, and tried every possible method, but we still couldn't figure it out. I should have written, "This is not a road. When there are more people walking on it, it becomes a road." But I said, "This is not a question for people to do, but when there are more people doing it, it becomes a road." "I asked a question." The teacher left a red cross on my test paper. It's really "asking you how much sorrow you can have, just like a red cross on a roll."

These beautiful pearls, I hope you can shine and shine forever. Lost Beauty Composition 3

I finally know what a meteor shower is, it is the tears shed from the sky.

From me with inexplicable joy. Unknowingly, three years have passed since I entered my long-cherished alma mater and I am about to leave it with some sadness and reluctance.

I remember that when I first entered the campus, I was still a young child. I didn’t care about everything. I never knew how to cherish until I lost it. Only then suddenly did I realize that I had changed, and even the voices, looks, and smiles of my teachers and classmates in class had become extremely precious. I try hard to remember this scene by myself. For a moment, I felt the urge to cry. I often sit alone on the campus steps and stare quietly into the distance, and then fall into deep thought. When I think about leaving this alma mater that has been with me for three years, I can't help but cry! Every time I pick up a particle on campus, I cherish it very much. Holding it in my hand, I can't let go of it for a long time.

Remember watching a movie called "The Movie", which mainly talks about a female nurse played by Cecilia Cheung? She fell in love with Onion Tou, played by Ren Xianqi, but did not dare to express it to him. It was not until Onion Tou died in a car accident one day that she regretted it and hated herself for not cherishing the opportunity and being in great pain

But It's too late. Then a tear-jerking story was played out. I was deeply attracted by the plot of the story and was moved to tears.

I can’t bear to leave my alma mater, my old friend who has been with me for 3 years. I can’t bear to leave *** my classmates who have lived with me for 3 years. I can’t bear to leave.

At night, I was leaning in front of the window, looking at the sky full of stars, and suddenly a star flashed across the sky. It was so beautiful and short-lived. Tears slipped silently down his face. Past events flashed through my mind like a movie. At that moment, I knew: it was as short-lived as a soap bubble bursting, and would never come back. Lost Beauty Composition 4

Sister Ruan Yan, I am a self-respecting girl just like you, but I can never give up Xiao He, give up your friends, and give up those who have helped you just because others insult you. Human right? I am also in a situation like yours, where others are jealous of my studies. Once, I passed by a classmate and heard him say, "What's so great about Lin Menghan is that he has excellent grades and is a monitor!" After hearing this, I was very sad. I didn't expect that my classmates would misunderstand me so deeply. ! I'm just as sad as you. At that time, I really wanted to rush up to him and argue with him. But, I can't! I don't want my classmates to misunderstand me more. Also, when I was running for squad leader, squadron committee, and brigade committee, some people who secretly said bad things about me actually voted in favor. I really don’t know what they thought! …

I also want to tell you that after netizens read your farewell letter, some cried, some felt sorry for you, and even Tian Bing’er, who had just arrived for a few days, wanted you to stay. Everyone says it differently, but their thoughts are always the same. The general meaning is: everyone likes you very much, welcomes you, hopes you will come back, and don’t leave! Although someone insulted you, I think that person didn't mean it. Maybe he was jealous of you? I hope you will be magnanimous and forgive him!

Sister Yan, isn’t there such a saying? Go your own way and let others tell you! I don’t care what the writers think of me behind my back, because I believe that sooner or later those people will understand our difficulties and how abominable what they did at that time was! Sister, come back! All of us at Xiaohe are waiting for you. If you register for another account, be sure to tell us! Everyone is looking forward to your return! Lost Beauty Composition 5

Sometimes, all leaving is for meeting again. This is a game with no end. All endings are like dreams, and the friction between love and pain is not only beautiful. There are many things that have no end and cannot go back to the past.

The time and sunshine from one summer solstice to another winter solstice flow away without sound. The distance and mood in time have become the past, as well as those platforms with traffic and people. The train disappearing in front of me seemed to leave with all my happiness and laughter. I walked through one city after another with my only belief, just for the chance to meet him again.

Because he walked away from a place called the platform, I hope I can find him somewhere, even if I just take a look, and then leave quietly...

I don't know what kind of beauty can be used to continue. The lower reaches of the sky may be the edge of the sea, and the green grass growing among them. They are all beautiful, but the scenery in front of you is only the endless white sky covering the entire city.

People with pain in their hearts will not miss the sunshine. Those colors that shine like tears will not exaggerate too many excessive and beautiful goodbyes. When I walked past a street corner that I had walked countless times, the dappled sunlight shone fiercely on the wall. Suddenly, the air was warm, the world would still smile, and he still had the same bright, childlike smile as before. Nightmare... I believe that no matter how different we are, we will meet again in the most familiar place and regain the lost beauty.

The sun sets, everything will end, and the long-lasting faith. The Lost Beauty Essay 6

That day, I saw you on the street, and I couldn’t believe my eyes: the long black hair was dyed with a ray of blue, and you were wearing a so-called " "Non-mainstream" clothes. Good jeans, but I don’t know how many holes have been cut. I've long heard that you dropped out of school, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

I stepped forward to stop you, but you hurriedly dodged and tried your best to say that I admitted my mistake. How could I mistake you? Your eyes reveal the same stubbornness and tenacity as before, the same willfulness and freedom as before. I knew you had changed, but I didn’t expect you to change so much.

Do you still remember us in the past? We laughed together, ran together, and sang loudly together; we watched a classic movie, shed tears together, and laughed at each other and called each other stupid; we held lollipops in our mouths and held clay dolls together.

You said you like blue, a color as pure as the sky. You are like that blue, so innocent, so childish. I still remember that your grades were always so good that I could not surpass them, and you always patiently explained the questions to me, no matter whether it was two, three, or even more times.

You finally admit that you are Wen, my best friend and the best friend I care about most. Let me ask you, why are you doing all this? You said for "love", I don't understand. Is it possible to give up study and the future for something so frivolous and untrustworthy? You said, I don’t know what it feels like to love someone. Yes, I don’t understand, and I don’t want to understand. If you give up the future because of that, it’s definitely not a good thing.

You tell me that you are happy, but what is happiness? Is that called happiness? Your understanding is too superficial. You gave up your future for such unreliable things, and you can no longer realize your dream of becoming a teacher. What I didn't expect was that you disdainfully said that I was naive and that those dreams were unreliable.

You are becoming more and more strange, and you are getting further and further away from that "once", blurry, unclear, disappearing... The Lost Beauty Composition 7

Many days have passed, Just never came back. Like leaves on a tree, blown by the wind one by one, falling in a flickering way, no longer able to stand on the branches of life again. Many days go missing, like one west wind blowing through the woods one after another.

Accidentally opened the photo album and found the elementary school graduation photo. Looking at those flowery smiling faces, I realized that the carefree era no longer belongs to me.

I remember that on the day of graduation, the classmates made a promise together - to reunite once a year after graduation. But it has been almost three years now and no one has mentioned it. We still owe each other a promise.

Promise is often like a butterfly, flying beautifully and then disappearing.

At that moment when I passed by my childhood companion, only I knew how sad I felt. Even though it has been so long, even though many things have faded away with my memory, those *** The happy time spent is still lingering in my heart, lingering.

Once upon a time, we fought so hard over trivial matters.

But with a smile and an apology, we became good friends again;

Once upon a time, we cheered and cheered each other on the sports field. Cheering for victory;

Once upon a time, we helped each other on the spring outing and sang happy songs together;

I remember the song we sang together when we graduated from elementary school ——Li Ge, I still remember the lyrics in it: Life is rarely filled with joyous gatherings, only with many partings.

Life is moving forward in uncertainty. Our doors are like raindrops in the wind and rain, occasionally connected, that is our fate. Where there is an encounter, there is bound to be separation. It goes back and forth like this, like the rings of a tree going round and round. It is because of this cycle that we will have more happy memories in our lives.

Everything will not last forever, so cherish it more. The past has gone far away from me, leaving only memories, and only then can I see the lost beauty. I can only watch it go away and disappear, but the present still needs the laughter to continue, but the time of separation is also approaching us like flying, and no one can change the ending.

Many days, I am willing to lose them like that. Maybe loss is a kind of luxury, but it is not another kind of cherishment and another kind of beauty. Lost Beauty Composition 8

Years are like passing streams. Once they pass by, they never look back. There are always some memories like stranded fish, forgotten in the corner of time and gradually gathering dust.

The numerous summer flowers gradually withered, and it was another page of autumn.

I stretched out my hand lightly, and the fallen leaves flew in the wind and fell on my fingertips. This is probably how I feel when I know the autumn in one leaf. I can't help but feel a touch of desolation and sadness from the bottom of my heart. Time is frozen at this moment, and it suddenly feels like... In my dream, the cold wind blew by, bringing a shivering chill, and I subconsciously wrapped my coat tighter.

"Autumn has been a sad and lonely season since ancient times." The season when thousands of flowers are fading, can always unintentionally evoke a touch of sadness in the heart. I will no longer believe in so-called dreams, I will no longer believe that the night is also colorful, I will no longer think that the sky is low enough to touch with one tiptoe...

It turns out that fairy tales cannot live in reality after all. We have long been unable to believe it.

Suddenly, a few crisp and childish laughter came from the distant wind, which temporarily brought my brain back to my senses.

Several neighbor children were playing in the alley. The shallow golden afterglow of dusk reflected on their faces, filled with innocence, romance, vitality and fragrance, with a bit of childishness.

The little figures are playing, there are no complicated rules, simple play is their favorite game, the autumn wind blows, and the chill is rustling. But they seemed to have forgotten the cold. Still playing around, the lively figure gradually lengthened in the afterglow, casting a faint silhouette and a slightly warm temperature.

I stared at them for a long time, a little warmth drifted in the wind, and the hazy years of the past were carved into my pupils. The fog of time gradually dissipated, and the past scenes gradually became clear: Once upon a time, I was childish. My figure is still lingering next to the ant nest under the old locust tree at the door of my house, curiously watching the mighty ant army returning in triumph; once upon a time, I used to lie on the green grass and talk with my friends about the shape of clouds...

It seems that all the good things are waving to me from behind, but I have never noticed them. The Lost Beauty Composition 9

Open a window, take a sip of tea, and let the fragrance of gardenia outside the window accompany me to meditate, and accompany me to taste the fragrance that I appreciate with my heart.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow. Have you ever appreciated all the small and beautiful things in life? Life never lacks charming scenery, it just lacks the eyes to discover beauty, and it just lacks the calmness to appreciate it with your heart.

The prelude of sunset sounded in the sky, and I dragged my tired body and stood numbly at the traffic light on the corner of the street. Hiding the bright midsummer sun, I continued to work hard. Only in the collision can the waves bloom forever, and only in the struggle can youth shine. I have always believed that struggle is life, but my constant concentration made me lose my way home, and the world became gray and white.

Pedestrians were hurrying, and I watched and watched...

A pregnant woman walking very slowly came into view. She was wearing a light blue skirt with a swaying skirt. A warm wind blows from the sky, pedestrians are still in a hurry, but the world seems to have stopped. There was a bag in her hand. Perhaps she was tired from walking. She gently turned sideways and put down the bulging bag. However, what happened next made me feel the beauty of loss. She touched the baby's life gently, gently, but full of love. The faint arc of her smile made people understand maternal love, and it also made my fatigue disappear.

The bright skylight has curled yellow edges. I started walking again, calmly and calmly.

Maybe the pressure of study has worn away your antennae, maybe the pursuit of ideals has worn away your peace, but that pregnant woman that day made me learn to appreciate some small and beautiful things in life with my heart. I want to be as bright as the sun.

There is never a lack of beauty in life. Even though we passionately pursue our ideals, ordinary things are often the most beautiful in life. As long as we appreciate them with our hearts, the ordinary will no longer be ordinary, because it has become part of our Life blends together and becomes a precious asset in our colorful youth. I want to be a person who shines brightly like the sun, and I want to appreciate the beauty of life with my heart!

My shouts echo repeatedly in my chest, lighting up, burning, and burning. Friends, appreciate the beauty that belongs to us with your heart! The Lost Beauty Essay 10

Life is like a repeater, constantly doing the same thing. Get up, eat, go to school, finish school, write, sleep, it goes over and over again, 24 hours a day, 168 hours seven days a week, 720 hours 30 days a month, 8760 hours 365 days a year, it passes by without us knowing it . People often say: "Time flies like an arrow, and sun and moon fly by." That's because we lack the eyes for discovery and the heart to pursue bravely. When you look at the world from a different angle, it turns out that a lot of things have passed away... After school, I looked at my watch. It was still early, so I decided to go to the community for a walk. The warm sunshine surrounds me, my shadow lies on the gray cement floor, and occasionally there are birds chirping. The surrounding dense leaves were illuminated by the sun, and the red scarf swayed and danced in the wind from time to time. Walking to the tree, I couldn't help but say: "Where are the Magnolia grandiflora flowers?..." I remember a month ago, we chased to this big tree, sat on the stone bench, and looked at the Magnolia grandiflora flowers on the tree. Flowers, talking and laughing. Tangdou: "I just learned the lesson "Magnolia Grandiosa", and we unexpectedly encountered it. It's so beautiful, and the most important thing is that it's so white." "That's right, much whiter than you. But Magnolia Grandiflora is not five Will it bloom in June? It’s only March now. “Who knows, it’s destined for us, hehe.” Tangdou said: "Yeah, then is it considered a pure flower that symbolizes friendship?" "Come on, it's so disgusting that it gives me goosebumps." I pretended.

But now, I am the only one here to appreciate this "flower of friendship" with only its branches left.

Looking back, it turns out that time can change everything. In the busyness, we have lost the beauty of the past. Lost Beauty Composition 11

Flowers bloom and wither, and when spring comes, they are beautiful again.

The sun sets and rises again. Tomorrow, there will still be a rising sun.

Can I still regain the lost beauty?

The sun rises in the east, and the shadows of the flowers are hidden.

"Hello, my name is Qing." You are lively and energetic in front of me. The sunlight slanting on your smiling face is indescribably beautiful. So, on this sunny day , the morning when the fragrance of flowers floats, I got to know you.

You always tell me that as a human being, you should live comfortably and have fun. Therefore, in the name of "official business", you always dragged me around the school. When the teacher caught me when I returned to the classroom, you always came up with ideas to escape punishment.

You always tell me that when doing things, you just have to do your best and have a clear conscience. so.

Even if you made mistakes in one or two exams, you were never discouraged. Instead, you smiled and said to me: "Don't worry, I will do better than you next time."

You always tell me , Try not to rely on your parents for everything. Therefore, when your parents are divorced, you often drag me to work with you during the winter and summer vacations, even if you are half exhausted. When you are getting paid, you always say to me: "Look, one day, I can live on my own without relying on my parents!" Even if the number on your credit card is always high.

You like to play the piano. You say that only when you play the piano can you forget your worries and your parents. You know, you are so distressing.

The sun sets and the flowers wither.

"Even if we are separated, we will still be good friends!"

"Well, we will always be."

In front of us, there is still that beautiful shadow, However, his face was covered with sadness. I never thought that one day we would be separated. After all, there is no banquet that never ends. But, the innocent and cute you that day, the you who pretended to be strong, the you who loved playing pranks...are you really going to leave? The autumnal equinox is bleak. It turns out that it’s autumn. That day, I cried, and you handed me a pot of cactus, raised your hand, and said goodbye. I raised a smile and watched the long-distance bus leave, getting further and further away until it was out of sight. The flower language of cactus - strong.

Postscript:

If one day we can see each other again, will we still remember this former friend? Lost Beauty Composition 12

Even if there is no sun, the sunflower can still smile.

Promises are often like butterflies, flying around beautifully and then disappearing, but I believe in the oath you gave me, just like the spring that will definitely come.

When seeds miss the germination period, they lose the opportunity to grow; when flowers miss the opening season, they lose the opportunity to show their beauty; and once people miss the opportunity, they will leave behind eternal memories. Pity. If you miss it, you will lose it.

When spring is coming, you know that the flowers are about to bloom; when summer comes, you hear the chirping of cicadas; when autumn comes, you find that the swallows are gone; when winter comes, the world becomes white.

All good things are always found when they are about to be lost. When you want to catch it, it slips away early...

The longing of the sea is endless, Finally, we meet the sky at the horizon. Finally, we meet the sky at the horizon.

Walking on the familiar path, I can no longer find the feeling I had before, the laughter I had, the playfulness I had, the tears I once had, everything I once had... I walked so fast, but I never thought about it. I have to look back in the past, and when I walk far away, I suddenly look back, only to find that those beautiful things have long been gone...

Time is passing away little by little, youth is disappearing little by little, in the end, what do we still have? ?Only those yellowed memories, memories, that's all.

No matter how many scenery there are, they never stop, I only focus on looking for the beauty I lost. Some people can’t tell what is better, but no one can replace it.

Epiphyllum is only as beautiful as that night. When the flowers bloom, no one appreciates them. When the flowers fall, they sigh. How can we restore the lost beauty? There is no second time, only sad sighs.

I always carry your loving smile, looking for the beauty I lost along the way. When tears accidentally slip down the corner of my mouth, I wipe them away with the hand you held.

If you lose something, you must know how to cherish it and cherish everything around you. Don’t wait until you really lose it and be so confused that you don’t know what to do.

Lost Beauty Composition 13

Only after losing some things can you realize how beautiful it is to have it...

——Inscription

When I was a child, the most beautiful thing The fantasy is that the clouds in the sky can turn into marshmallows and fall down; when I was a child, the most childish thing was to hide in bed and talk to dolls; when I was a child, the innocence I missed most was to cry when I was unhappy... My lost childhood, you Where?

Perhaps one day in the future, I will inadvertently look back at you in my memory, and inadvertently find this time without homework, worries and restraints quietly, and use my already My no longer immature handwriting wrote the second part of "Morning Blossoms Picked Up at Dusk" to remember my lost childhood.

In my childhood, I was naive. I would roguely occupy other people's things, I would ask questions that my parents couldn't answer, and even the silly things that made adults dumbfounded are still fresh in people's memories.

This is the innocence I had.

In my childhood, I never knew what trouble was. Every day, like a madman, from morning to night, dazed and making faces, letting happiness be everywhere.

Perhaps this is the feeling of being carefree.

In my childhood, I had such a small dream - to become a cartoonist. Now, I know what responsibility is, and I also understand from my parents' expectations that painting is just a hobby, but it is not my future. Even if I have completely put it down, when I see it again, I am no less shocked than when I planted it. Not every dream can come true, but the moment it first breaks out of the ground is unforgettable.

Perhaps this is the "dream".

In childhood, I once had immaturity, carelessness, and dreams, but all of them passed by in a hurry. So please treasure your childhood, because it is worthy of our nostalgia - the beauty of that time... The Lost Beauty Composition 14

Day after day, year after year, with the passage of time , some good memories have been lost. The excitement and freshness of just entering middle school are no longer there, but the memories of the past can never be erased.

I still remember that when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, our class was the best in sports. At the school sports meeting, our class cheered the loudest. The event we are best at is tug-of-war. Tug-of-war seems to be a pure strength sport, but skills and team cohesion are essential. Looking at the flag in the middle of the rope, I know that the closer it is to me, the closer I am to victory! But now there is a gap between me and it. The game started at the referee's order. The heartbeat seemed to double as fast as if there was a huge stone pressing on it, which made it beat more powerfully. The students cheered and cheered one after another. Although we are the championship opponents every time, we are also the runner-up every year. We do not underestimate our strength. Sure enough, the flag seemed to be fixed there from the beginning, the rope swayed left and right, and both sides were very powerful. The flag started to wave back and forth. I knew that both sides were starting to lose strength. As time passed, the flag gradually moved towards us. Of course, we exerted more force. Our bodies were almost exhausted. The voices of the teachers and classmates made us stronger. . In the end, we won the first game, defeated the opponent in the second game, and won the championship.

When primary school life is coming to an end, looking at the classmates who have studied together for six years and the teacher who has taught us for six years, tears inadvertently flow down my face and are secretly wiped away. When we were in kindergarten, we were still too young to form a deep friendship; when we reached junior high school, we had grown up, and it was easy for us to become estranged from each other. Only the friendship gathered during the six years of primary school is the purest and most beautiful. But this beauty will gradually fade away after graduating from primary school. Can it not make people sad?

Now I am a junior high school student, but that friendship will be buried deep in my heart. When I really grow up, I hope and believe that that friendship will definitely blossom and bear fruit. Lost Beauty Essay 15

Once there are too many beautiful things in life, they can never be found again.

Only when one has truly lost those things that have been deeply engraved in the heart can one understand through tears - some beautiful things have been overturned...

　——Inscription

What I love A writer once said: "Those people who appear in their lives and bring us happiness and then suddenly disappear are angels from heaven." I think he must be an angel too! Come from heaven and disappear in the wind of reincarnation. When I met him, I was still a naive child. When I saw the sun and the moon drawing an arc above my head, I thought the world was spinning around me. But as I turned around, I found that I was suddenly the only one left in my world. He must have seen my loneliness in heaven, so he folded his wings and became my friend, I have always thought so. He is water, as quiet, clear, and gentle as water. Just like the long water draws ravines on the hard earth, he also leaves meandering traces in my life, and the meandering water flows through me. Leading to a more distant future. But he disappeared from my life and no trace can be found.

I often think now that you led me to such a strange and distant future, but you forgot to tell me how to find the way back to the past. You made me change and grow into what I am now, but you forgot your dream of walking in the sunshine with me. I have lost your direction, and you have folded your wings, how can you fly back to heaven...

"I always carry your loving smile, looking for what I lost along the way. Beautiful..."