Essay with full score in the middle school entrance examination: the more you grow up, the more you miss (nostalgia for innocence, melody, time)

Title: The older you get, the more ________

　

The older I get, the more I miss it

The more I grow up, the more I miss it, and I miss those lost years.

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Nostalgia for innocence

Remember when I was a child, I rode on my father's back and looked at the stratus clouds in the sky and asked, why are the clouds white? Why is the inventor's father not as clever as the inventor? And so on innocent questions had drawn question marks in that young mind. Maybe today I can answer the childish questions of that year, but I no longer have a curiosity about life, about life, about everything in the world. What fills the mind are formulas, theorems, that have not been questioned for hundreds or even thousands of years, hovering between numbers and letters every day. Maybe it's not that I don't have curiosity, but that the stereotyped patterns of the world dominate me. Under the quiet moonlight, I also thought about the past, but I did not have the original innocent feeling. I miss me at that time, a little boy who asked questions all day and had his own unique perspective on everything.

Nostalgia for melodies

Although I have never heard Beethoven's cry for fate since I was a child, nor have I heard the sadness of the piano poet Chopin at his parting, there are always some familiar melodies that swell in my mind. The melodies in my ears today are even longer than the way I have walked, but I always pursue the notes that beat from the bottom of my heart, and I don't know when I will remember them in my heart and resonate with me at some point in the future. These melodies are once touched by family affection, love for friendship, and simplicity of love. No matter when they once woven into a song, it is a beautiful memory in life. This melody still echoes in the ears, but it gives the beat of the heart. I miss the melody of that time.

　 　Nostalgia for the time

It seems that every time the word is mentioned, it feels old-fashioned and boring. But at that time, the light really slipped away from the side, and only from the bottom of his heart did he have a deep awe for him. Unconsciously, I was almost finished junior high school, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I could see the shadow of my first school dangling in front of my eyes. But I really grew up, no longer as greedy as before, now thinking about the future plan, the yearning for life. That time of childhood will eventually fall into the depths of the heart and can never be changed. It will always be my fondest memory. I miss my time.

The older I get, the more I miss them, and I miss those simple memories.