It's good to have you with me. Composition 1 You have been with me for 6 years. I am very angry. Please comfort me with warm words. I was wronged, and you comforted me with a big hug; I'm discouraged. You held out your hands to encourage me. It's good to have your company. Six years passed quickly. We are saplings growing side by side. We are two voices in a duet. We are classmates studying at the same table. It's good to have you.
That year, I was seriously ill, which led me to go to the hospital for vacation every summer vacation. But last year, I didn't come early or late. The day before the final exam, the disease invaded my body. I didn't even notice. I'm just depressed. You think I'm a little strange. You've been watching me carefully for fear that I might make a mistake. You made an excuse and touched my forehead.
God, it's so hot, how can you be so stupid! Don't you feel sick? You have a little blame and some anxiety, so you dragged me to the director of the office and said anxiously, teacher, she has a high fever again! The simple eight words highlight your anxiety, as if you were ill.
On the first day of the holiday, I stayed in bed until eleven o'clock. In my sleepy eyes, you let out a cry: Hey, I guess you just woke up, Xiaoer, are you better? Why didn't you send me a message last night? You talk a lot, and a series of questions contain our profound friendship. In the afternoon, you came to my house with a gift and stayed with me all afternoon. It is also the happiest time for me these two days. It's good to have you around.
I am sick, you accompany me, I am lonely, and you will magically appear by my side again. I'm sad, and you always try to make me happy. It's good to have your company.
It's good to have you with me. True love is like a river. The deeper you love, the more silent you are. Love is infinite, love is great, love is vast, and love is a mirror in life.
Lens one
"Wow!" When I got home, I naturally smelled a fragrance. I know this is my favorite shrimp! I put down my bag and hurried to the kitchen. As I expected, bright red shrimp appeared in front of me. "Eat quickly, I know you are crazy in the exam, and I specially made shrimp for you." Looking at the bright red shrimp, my saliva immediately flowed out, I forgot my troubles and swallowed the shrimp in one bite. "Hiccup" made a complete hiccup before remembering that my mother was sitting next to me.
"mom. Won't you eat? " I asked.
"Mom is not hungry, you eat. Are you full? Go and review. " Mom said.
I go to my room to do my homework. Because I ate too much and my stomach was too full, I went to the toilet. When I came out of the toilet, I saw my mother eating shrimp that I didn't eat clean again. When my mother saw me, she immediately hid and said, "Mom, see if the shrimp has gone bad!" " "I walked heavily to the room, tears welled up in my eyes!
Lens 2
Not long ago, the exam results came down, and the physics exam was particularly poor. I have no face to go home. When I got home, my mother looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Did you do well in the exam?" I didn't answer, but my mother knew I didn't do well in the exam.
Say "physics is very important, don't generalize!" "
"Ok, ok, I see."
"How much do you really know every time you do a problem?"
"You don't have to mind my business." I retort.
When I go back to my room, I will remember that I was wrong! Later, my mother came in with an apple in her hand. "I am also afraid that you are biased, so I said this." "It's okay. It's my fault, I'm sorry, mom. "
Mom, when you are with me, I will smile.
It's good to have you with me. Composition 3 graduation is just around the corner, and the farewell song rings.
The sadness of parting spreads quietly in our hearts, and sometimes it even weakens the tension of exams. Strange to say, at this parting moment, what I most loathe to give up is not my classmates who get along with each other day and night, nor is it a kind teacher like a mountain, but you.
By chance, I met you and fell in love with you. You stand quietly in the corner, you are ugly, you are always silent, but your beautiful figure always brings me a lot of confidence and encouragement. During recess, afternoon and evening, I always like to sit next to you and tell you interesting things about class and my mood.
I am a child who is not good at words. I think of you when I can't say a lot of feelings. And you never think I'm boring or laugh at me for being stupid. You always listen patiently. Sometimes I feel depressed and depressed. I can't help crying in front of you. You can always listen to me quietly. Occasionally the breeze blows, you tell me in a rustling voice that you understand my feelings; Sometimes, you will hand me a leaf to wipe away the crystal tears for me; Snuggle in your thick arms and feel every message you send-don't be sad, everything will be fine.
It was a rainy evening, and my heart was full of gloom. I have to admit, I was completely knocked down by setbacks. I think I am a girl who is not strong enough. I can't help looking for you when my mood falls to the bottom. I was shocked when I saw you. On weekdays, those white flowers are scattered all over the floor, and even the leaves fall to the ground. However, in the howling wind, bean-sized raindrops hit you, and you swayed from side to side, still holding your stubborn head high, standing there firmly, waving your arms like an invincible soldier, as if telling me to be strong, to be strong.
In this way, you spent three years in junior high school with me. You inspired me when I was helpless; When I was lost, it gave me hope. You gave me gentleness and care like a teacher; It also gave my classmates a sense of intimacy and empathy.
Thank you, my friend-Magnolia grandiflora. It's good to have you with me for three years!
It's good to have you with me. From the moment I was born, you and I were destined to accompany my mother for life!
Pregnant in October, you accompany me; Life, you accompany me; When I can stand on the ground and walk slowly step by step, you are still with me. Because of your company, I can grow up safely and have food and clothing. As a child, I was as curious about the world as a newborn calf. When I was attracted by the clouds in the sky, you prepared sweet cotton candy for me, and the flowing white clouds made people feel at your fingertips instantly; When I lost my way by chasing butterflies flying among flowers, you chased me behind me; When I was depressed because I lost my kitten, I had the toilet paper you handed me and your warm chest. But one day, a pebble tripped over my foot, but you didn't stretch out your warm hand to pull me up. I cried sadly. You walked slowly to my side, squatted down and whispered in my ear: learn to get up by yourself! At this time, I fought back tears, struggled to get up, ran to you, and threw myself into your arms to smile through tears, because you were with me.
When I grow up and understand, I will never throw myself into your warm arms again. It is said that grown-up children are like eagles that can spread their wings and fly to the boundless sky, but when they stumble outside and are covered with scars, you wait for me at home. When I was most helpless, you accompanied me, accompanied me to raise my pain and fly to the blue sky again!
Time flies by like an endless river. Seeing your thick black hair, eroded by years, makes your hair turn into dusk snow. This scene, like a finger, touched my heartstrings. Now, I am young and energetic, and you have stopped into the long river of years and are getting old. But no matter when and where, you will always be in my heart and grow up with me forever, far or near.
It's good to have you with me. In the past ten years, too many people have met me. But the people who have been with me for many years, like my own mother, are the people I am most grateful to. Dopted mother, it's good to have your company.
The first time I met her, I was only in the second grade. I just transferred to another school, and everything scares me because I'm not familiar with it. As a director, you looked around the window and found me fidgeting. After you know the situation from the class teacher, you specially arranged for your classmates to take care of me and show me around the campus. I can't adapt to boarding life, and I will cry if I read sad words early. You took me to your dormitory and sent your beloved doll to sleep with me. People always have to grow up, and I finally got used to boarding life. An accidental performance made you discover my talent for singing and hosting. Since then, I have been indispensable to radio stations, flag-raising ceremonies and major parties. You are deeply suspicious that I attach importance to accompanying my senior classmates and think that you have received money from our family. But you still care about me. Sometimes I feel homesick, but it's good to have you and your company at school.
At that time, because the number of cars in Guangzhou Asian Games was limited, my parents couldn't pick me up. But I didn't sign up for the school bus, and I have to spend the night at school. There are not many people left in primary school. You don't trust me. Take me away after work and send me back to your home in the opposite direction. But it's still early, my parents haven't come home yet, and you took me back to your home ... so my mother became friends with you, and you treated me as your own child, encouraging me when I failed and punishing me when I made mistakes. Gradually, you became my godmother.
It is said that rebellious children can't listen to their parents and can't communicate with them. So can I. At this time, you will stand up, adjust my mood and tell me right or wrong. Take me to visit various museums. No matter how angry I am, I will be relieved by the happiness you brought. I can't help saying, "It's good to have you with me."
In junior high school, you also kept in touch with me. When you are stressed, worried and your grades are getting worse, you will talk to me. Sometimes parents can't get it, so you are the driver. Your company, like the spring breeze in April, is warm and comfortable.
Your company, like an ocean of dribs and drabs, moistens me, infiltrates my growth and accompanies my life. It's good to have your company.
It's good to have your company. I don't think about it.
Whether it can be successful,
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
In the lush years, reading your words, I am like a motor full of oil, regardless of the consequences of doing anything, and always ask myself to be the person in the poem.
Junior high school is an era of poor reading. Students who love literature all have a manuscript in which exquisite sentences are extracted. Most of my manuscripts are your poems. When reading in the morning, take it out and sneak a look while the teacher is not looking. Your poems, like the particles of spring rain, moisten my dry heart; Like a spring breeze, it scattered my confused thoughts; Like a star, the dark world shines with a ray of light. I imagine what kind of person you are How can you write such a beautiful and convincing poem? When can I see you with my own eyes? To me, an insignificant person in a remote rural area, you are as mysterious as a breeze in the air and white clouds in the sky.
Chewing your words all the way, though bumpy, is also wonderful. Although you are still mysterious, I am very satisfied with your poem!
Narrow-minded, often watching this and listening to that, makes me hate myself. You said that if life is not generous enough, we don't have to be stingy in return. Why do you have to be careful, pay and get as much as possible? If we can be generous, why should we look obscene? If you can be chic, why choose loneliness? Getting is a kind of satisfaction. Giving is a kind of happiness With your guidance, I slowly let go of my unhappiness and gave my happiness, happiness and glory to others. Although it is not good enough, I have been working hard.
Thinking of you all the time, just go to Baidu to see what you are doing. Once I saw you composing music for an ancient poem, I thought your fans would not only read your poem, but also feast their eyes on it in the near future. I really think it's good to be your fan. I am looking forward to a happy time.
It's good to have you with me. The cool breeze blows on the face. In the warm sun and early autumn evening, with the yellow leaves swaying, the unknown wild flowers exude elegant fragrance. This weather is just right for a walk.
The sun shed its afterglow, as if to release all its light and heat, so that the whole earth was stained with gold. My father and I took a leisurely walk side by side.
I looked at the sun, a beautiful light ring, which changed from dazzling white to brilliant gold, and then to fiery red. I imagine the sun rising and setting every day, rising from the top of the mountain, rising from the water and rising from the clouds, like carrying a heavy burden, creaking and twisting all the way, illuminating the world and my whole body. My eyes gradually shifted to my father: a water-blue sportswear, neither tall nor fat, looked a little fragile. The afterglow of the sunset painted a beautiful halo outline for him, as if to make this man over forty have a different face, different from the past.
This brilliant golden light made me see the wrinkles around his eyes, mottled white hair and gradually rickety body for the first time. He stayed with me day after day, which made my handsome face deeply stained with the traces of time. He accompanied me year after year, so that the broad back he was familiar with as a child was unconsciously bent by the heavy negative pressure of life.
Fourteen years, how many fourteen years can there be in life? Looking back, a faint smile unconsciously climbed up my mouth. I finally saw the passage of time, and I finally understood happiness.
The sun gradually disappeared, the night gradually weaved into the sky, and we embarked on the road home. My father, you are my sun, bringing sunshine to my heart.
In this ordinary evening, in people's casual leisure, I suddenly felt: Dad, it's good to have you with me!
It's good to have your company. There are many bumps and fetters on the road to growth, as well as setbacks and hardships, but every time I meet them, I just want to say that it's good to have your company.
I remember that at noon on the day of last semester's holiday, students poured out like a flood, and people outside the school gate were crowded. I opened my eyes and looked around, but I never saw you. Seeing the students being picked up one by one, I feel anxious and even helpless about your long future. At last, all the people at the door left, and I haven't found anyone who leads big bags and small bags.
Worried, all I can think about is how to question you after you come. But you haven't come for a long time, so I have to go to the public phone. My mind standing in front of the phone is desperately searching for information about you. However, I don't know your mobile phone number. Helpless, I had to go home alone with big bags and small bags.
The school is a few kilometers away from home, which is too much. I have a schoolbag with me. It looks lonely. That's how my uncle in the same village rode this car. He probably sees me unhappy and will take me home. I didn't delay. I followed him home like a child abducted by a stranger.
As soon as I stepped into the house with my left foot, I felt that smell. I can't wait to get into the house. I saw a lot of my favorite meals on the table, and I accidentally saw you lying on the sofa and falling asleep. I swallowed everything I was going to say to you on the way. You look tired. No wonder you didn't pick me up. This is to satisfy my appetite. Only then did I know what love is and what happiness is!
Thank you for having you on my growing road! It's good to have your company.
It's good to have your company. There are red leaves on the lake, like a boat, on which you and I sit.
On that day, you were born It's autumn, and it's 165438+ 10/month. How time flies! In the blink of an eye, the day after tomorrow, you will be 1 year old. No longer a delicate puppy. He will never get fat when he grows up, but he will become a "fighter" among puppies, no less than the second Habi. You are an adult dog now, but you still eat puppy food, because we all hope that you will never grow up; Although you are so old, you still don't have a boyfriend, because you all want you to stay in this family forever.
That day, I walked into the pet shop just to find a puppy that I like very much and won't bite. However, after reading a lot, no one is suitable. Finally, upstairs, I opened the glass door. At first glance, you wag your tail in a cage and call for change. The doctor at the pet store said you were very lively. When I saw you locked in that cold and solid cage, I couldn't help holding you out. I look at your pea-sized poor eyes and seem to want to leave this handle. So, I will take you home without hesitation. That day was also the day when we had just been liberated and had just finished the exam. ...
Now, I have long been used to welcoming your intimacy after school every day; I have long been used to sitting on the sofa watching TV together; When a family of three sits together, I'm used to your jealous cries. ...
The day after tomorrow, your birthday, I will prepare a big meal for you!
Just like before, I will watch the moon by the river with you. ...
It's good to have you with me. 10 The book is lying quietly on the desk, and the wind is gently knocking on the window lattice, turning the pages playfully. In writing, ink precipitates, jumping like a wild goose, and gently reaching into my heart like an endless belt. Books.-it's good to have you.
At the age of thirteen, I saw Qu Yuan's lonely life through books and heavy history. He stood alone by the Miluo River and wept alone in the face of the broken mountains and rivers: "The world is turbid and I am clear, and the world is intoxicated and I wake up." He is like a duckweed, his heart is in the city, but he is buried in the belly of a fish. I can't help feeling sorry for Qu Yuan's nostalgia, not to mention Qu Yuan's masterpieces Li Sao and Ode to an Orange. The national mourning alone is shocking. Which one is not dependent on mountains and rivers, and the sun and the moon shine together?
Open the Dream of Red Mansions, and once I saw Baochai's poem "Singing Crabs". I have seen Daiyu read The West Chamber on the bluestone; I have also seen Wang Xifeng dressed up to see Daiyu ... I only know a little about A Dream of Red Mansions, but I am often praised by my family as "the moon in the water" and "the flower in the mirror". Books-it's good to have you!
Poems and songs in the Tang Dynasty, words in the Song Dynasty, songs in the Yuan Dynasty and novels in the Qing Dynasty all fascinated me. I want to go on a long trip with Li Bai: the autumn moon in Emei, the ancient style of Shu Road, the ape singing in the Chu River and the lonely shadow of the Yangtze River … how chic and comfortable; I want to enjoy the lonely smoke in the desert, the sunset in the long river and the magnificent rivers and mountains of the motherland with Wang Wei. Like Fan Zhongyan, I want to leave footprints in the landscape of "blue sky, yellow Ye Qiu waves and cold smoke" ...
"The book is as sentimental as ever, and every blind date is a mixture of sadness and joy in the morning." Between the lines, wealth and splendor are forgotten, bearing the great spirit of the nation.
Book-my mentor!
It's good to have your company. When you were born, we had a lifelong company.
When I was a child, I was afraid of the dark and always shared a room with you. When I can't sleep, you tell me a story, which makes me giggle, makes me no longer afraid, and makes my mother keep patting the door and telling us not to talk. I will call your name several times from time to time. You always answer me and gently tell me not to be afraid. Because of your company, the long night is no longer dark
I'm afraid of cold. My hands and feet will be very cold in winter. It doesn't matter how many clothes I wear. Even the hot water bottle will be covered with ice. But you are like a small stove, and your whole body is warm, so clap your hand to keep me warm and let me cover your hand. I covered one hand with ice, so I gave me the other hand. It's cold, but I'm still teasing my hand like a big ice cube. Because of your company, the cold winter is no longer cold.
I still remember one time, the school teacher gave you a candy, but you still put it in your pocket and brought it back for me to eat. When you handed it to me, your reluctance made me laugh and cry. When I said I wouldn't eat, your surprise made my heart melt. You repeatedly confirmed that I really don't like sugar, so I couldn't wait to open the package and put it in my mouth happily. Your satisfied smile should be sweeter than sugar. Because of your company, trivial life becomes sweeter than sugar.
We had quarrels, sorrows, cries, joys, feelings and comforts. Your appearance has enriched my life. Your appearance makes me feel warm and happy. I complained and annoyed you, but I still love you in the end.
Since you were born, your babbling and your toddler have been with me, brother. Thank you for your company. It's good to have your company.
It's good to have your company. I am in a bad mood. There will always be people looking for all kinds of wonderful ways to alleviate it, but I am helpless. I didn't play well today, so I had to sit alone in a humble room, as if I had experienced a catastrophe.
Let's take a walk, as the saying goes, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. Maybe we can find a new way! Father is talking nonsense again. He patted me on the shoulder and then drifted away like the wind. I was called to follow in my father's footsteps.
The endless journey began like this.
Out of the community gate, my father and I strode in tandem, and the weather was not good-there was no sun in the clear sky and no light in the blue sea. On the arms of Xiangjiang River, it seems that there is no one except my father and me. Waves of river wind slapped my father and my face like Xiangjiang River water on the other side, and my black hair was lifted. The difference is that there seems to be some white silk flying in front of me.
In this way, in silence, unconsciously, we came to Dingwangtai, the most prestigious book city in Hunan.
What? Go and set the throne! My mother turned pale when she heard this-just like her, she never leaves home, and always wears a swimming ring on her waist. After walking flat for a few laps, she is sore all over and can shake her chin. As a result, I showed off to the people around me out of control, and my boredom slipped away unconsciously.
The next week, my father took me to Meixi Lake, where there is the longest musical fountain in Asia.
On the third weekend, the two of us went to Yuelu Mountain in Zhong Ling.
The fourth trip was to visit Martyrs Park.
Every time I measure Changsha with my feet, my body is extremely tired, but it is of great significance. It symbolizes me, blending into this unfamiliar city in the most natural way, and every time I blend into it, there will always be a silent father who silently guards me.
It's good to have your company.
It's good to have you with me. Book 13 is my best friend and has accompanied me through 15 spring and autumn. Book, it's good to have you with me on my growing journey.
After watching the old man and the sea, I learned to persist. After reading How Steel was Tempered, I learned to be strong. After reading "If you give me three days of light", I see hope. It's good to have you on the road to growth, book.
When we are stressed, reading a book can relax our mood; Reading a book can calm us down when we are impetuous; When you are bored, reading can cultivate your sentiment. Life is bittersweet, book. It's good to have you around.
Time flies, fleeting, and the memory of the past has become fleeting. Only books are always with me. It taught me knowledge and the truth of being a man. The journey of growing up is full of thorns, and books, like weapons in my hands, have opened a bright road for me. It's good to have you all the way, Shu.
In the morning, when the morning sun rises, hold a book and sit in the glory of the morning glow to savor it; In the evening, the sun sets, holding a book, in the last afterglow of the earth, quietly wandering in the kingdom of books; Before going to bed, read for a while and have a good dream. Time just slipped through my fingers, and unconsciously, this book has been with me for 15 years. Book, it's good to have you.
Books sublimated my soul and influenced my thoughts. No matter what difficulties I meet, they will never leave me. Entering the kingdom of books, I will put aside my troubles, unload my baggage and sing heartily in my heart. My friend, book, it's good to have you with me.
Heavy rain can wash away troubles, dust can cover up the past time, rivers can take away memories, and only the days accompanied by books can not be erased by heavy snow. Book, it's good to have you.
It's good to have you. The wind is whistling outside the window. A few residual leaves on the branch revolved around the branch for a long time before falling. A chill is attacking me, but because of your company, I am doomed not to be cold.
It was a cold night that made the earth tremble. Many people have got into the warm bed, and I am still fighting with a pen under the desk lamp. The cold wind leaked into the room from nowhere, like a cold weasel got into my sleeve, and I couldn't help shivering. Who can give me warmth on such a night? Just then, there was a knock at the door in my ear. "Daughter, open the door quickly. It's my father." When I opened the door, I saw my father holding a cup of boiled water in his hand, and the water vapor was spreading in the air. I closed the door, and my father put boiling water on the table and said to me, "Daughter, it's cold. Have a cup of boiled water to warm yourself up. " I took the cup of hot water and took a sip. Ah! Suddenly, I feel much warmer.
Inadvertently, my father saw my frostbitten hands. Those hands have long been like a small steamed bun, not as slender as bamboo branches. Father went out frowning. I thought he was tired, so I went to rest. I took the pen to fight again. Although my hand was still so "unsightly" after a while, I suddenly smelled a pungent smell of ginger and looked up. Father came in with a plate of things. "Daughter, let me cure your hand." "Folk earthwork?" I was joking. Father put the food on the table, and I could see it clearly. That's a plate of stewed ginger.
In the dim light, my father carefully peeled the ginger. He held ginger in one hand, and gently lifted a slightly upturned ginger skin with his index finger and thumb nail in the other. In a short time, pieces of ginger are like taking off a layer of clothes, pink and lovely. Father picked up a piece of ginger and put it on my hand. The pungent smell got better, and it lingered in my hands. The boiling water in that cup is still steaming, which brings me infinite warmth with ginger.
On a cold night, with you, all I see in my eyes is warmth.
It's good to have you with me. Green leaves with red flowers without regret, stars with bright moon. Looking back on the road of growth, countless people have accompanied me, but it is my father who really gives me warmth, touch and hope.
My father has a Chinese face and bright eyes. He looks solemn, but he is really amiable.
As soon as the second monthly exam was over, I felt ominous in my heart, so desperate that I was almost numb that I couldn't interest in anything. Until the test papers are handed out. Oh, my God! Almost every door is not ideal, and I walk home with heavy steps. Birds were twittering in the trees along the way, and I obviously felt stimulated and laughed at me. In this era, even birds bully me!
Gloomily, I came home, put down my schoolbag, took out my test paper, and sat at my desk alone. My heart is so fragile that tears flow down my face and reluctantly into my mouth. How can bitterness be compared with inner bitterness? Dad saw it, first gave me some paper to dry my tears, and then picked up the test paper and read it again and again. He didn't say anything at that time, but asked me to wash my hands and eat.
After dinner, my father and I analyzed the wrong questions together, comforted and encouraged me to cheer up and find reasons to study hard. My father didn't criticize me. He gave me the motivation to study. My heart suddenly warms up, I am no longer depressed, I want to refuel!
Father's love is a bright light, so that the soul can see the bright road even on the edge of darkness. Father's love is as rough and far-reaching, which makes me look up to pity and dare not scream. Father's love is like a river, slender and steady, let me? And dare not set foot in it.
Father, I love you! It's good to have you!