With companionship as the topic, write a composition 1 life journey, and sing and walk. Take a trip to the mountains and rivers and see the scenery all the way. -inscription
I don't know when it started, but I suddenly felt that it was very pleasant to have a camera with me when I was lonely.
Pick up the camera and listen to the click of the shutter. Heart suddenly added a few minutes of pleasure.
I always like to record beautiful things when the sun is shining. When I see those amazing scenery, I have to photograph them. Some small things, which are insignificant to others, are beautiful to me. Focus patiently, find the angle, adjust the sensitivity, find the best combination of light and shadow ... sometimes you can toss for dozens of minutes to take a shot. But I don't care. I am willing to leave this wonderful moment in front of me, no matter how much it costs.
Sometimes the sunshine hides behind the white clouds, like a shy beauty; Sometimes the air is filled with the aroma of coffee, misty, like a fairyland; Sometimes monotonous flowers with exquisite flowerpots are dazzled by a layer of gold plated by the sun. In short, whether it is dull or thrilling, as long as you feel it with your heart and observe it with your eyes, you will find beauty everywhere.
The camera is my second pair of eyes, which grow in my hands and in my heart. These eyes are like a double-edged sword, which can cut everything open and reveal the most beautiful side.
People are forgetful and forget many things in the past, even the most precious experiences at that time. Over time, it will only be in stop for a minute's mind, and finally it will be forgotten by memory and gradually buried by new things. But the camera can't. It can faithfully remember everything you want to remember for you, as long as you want.
Although the camera is lifeless, it has a pair of peach-blossom eyes. It accompanied me through many wonderful moments. Everything can be confided to it, and it knows all my unknown secrets.
Like cicadas with clouds, grass with breeze, the camera accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and accompanied me to taste joys and sorrows. I think I can't live without him in my life.
Composition 2 on the topic of companionship You need someone to accompany you when you grow up. Think of my mother's company when I was a child.
When I was a child, I once smashed many flowerpots in my neighbor's house for fun. After seeing it, my neighbor's aunt came to my house and knocked angrily, shouting, "Open the door quickly!" " "
Hearing this, my mother immediately ran to open the door, but I looked puzzled and didn't know what was going on. At this time, I vaguely heard "What happened to your child?" How could I be so naughty and break my flowerpot? "said the neighbor. And my mother quickly said, "I'm sorry! I'll pay you. "
After the neighbors left, I heard my mother crying and saying, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have …" Her words immediately touched me, and I went over to comfort her. And I thought, "It's all my fault, and I should bear all this."
My young heart instantly became a sensible heart. I not only comforted my mother, but also said sorry, sorry. Mother woke up from self-reflection and stopped crying when she heard me say I was sorry. My mother kindly said to me, "Son, no matter what grievances you suffer in the future, I will accompany you."
I seem to understand the meaning of this sentence, so I ran to my neighbor's house to see if there was anyone. I shouted, "Hello?" Suddenly, a man came out. I looked up, and it was a neighbor. I lowered my head and whispered, "Yes, I'm sorry, I broke your flowerpot because I was naughty." I was about to cry when my neighbor came up to me. I thought my neighbor wanted me. I quickly closed my eyes and learned my lesson.
I felt the touch of the lesson. My neighbor touched my head and said, "My aunt will forgive you, son, as long as you dare to admit your mistake. As for the flowerpot, let it go. " Then the neighbors left.
It was mom's words that made me understand a lot. My mother grew up with me, and I will never forget it!
Companionship is like fish can't live without water, cats can't live without fish, and I can't live without you, mom. I am like a small fish, swimming freely with your company.
My mother has been with me for ten years, from the first time my baby cried to the present laughter, and from the candles on the cake every year, it has gradually increased. Companionship is like five flavors, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.
In the morning, the gentle sunshine shines on my face through the glass, and life begins day after day! I can smell an attractive fragrance when I get up every day, so I wash my face quickly. Before I go to the table, I can see a different breakfast every day. I can't help but be glad to have a mother who can arrange it so well. Although a simple breakfast can't express anything, it contains mother's warm love, and her love is like spring breeze.
"Banabana" I gulped down rice porridge while my mother was preparing for my school. Pens, pencils and erasers are all in the pencil box, but my mother will inevitably miss something.
"Mom, what shall I wear today?" I "stroked" my round belly and walked slowly to my mother.
"In the room, I'm ready. Go change it, and socks. " Mother cleared the dishes on the dining table. Every morning is like this. Every day, every day, every day, 365 days, I don't worry about my morning at all, because I have my mother's plans.
Mom, the moon is bright, because it is accompanied by stars; The vastness of the sea is due to the company of seagulls; With your company, I am not alone on the road of life.
What is companionship? What exactly is companionship? I was so lost in thought that I couldn't help thinking of the three hamsters who had been with me for more than a year.
When I was eight years old, I played at home with my cousin. It happened to be my birthday. My cousin took me to a pet shop and I saw many pets. There are puppies, kittens, parrots and so on. But none of them look good. Just when there was nothing to do, suddenly a small light bulb lit up. Go in and have a look. Ah! There is a mouse, I shouted, and the clerk came to introduce it. This is a hamster. Very cute. Or are you smart!
I stared at the hamster, and he looked at me, his small eyes staring at each other. I thought he was very tactful, so I bought three. I named them coke fried chicken and milk tea. When I go back, I spend all my time playing with them. Whenever I get angry, I take them with me. They can eat as many nuts as I put in. Once I almost died of eating too much coke.
A month later, the hamsters all grew up a lot. One day I held fried chicken and pressed it in his face. He spit out a bunch of nuts, and then I knew why they could eat so much. Where are the secret funds? I put the mixed chicken back. I'm not angry when I go back, because I usually go to school, and they will scrimp and save themselves. I am very happy, which proves that their IQ is not that low.
Later, they stayed with me for about a year, two of them died suddenly and one died of old age. I was sad, so I put them in a box with their favorite nuts. Bury them in the backyard.
What is companionship? At this time, I suddenly understood that companionship is friendship. A person or a thing will accompany you for a long time, and at the same time accompany you with joys and sorrows.
Writing on the topic of companionship 5 Everyone's growth is inseparable from companionship. Who is with you now?
On Sunday, my parents will go on a business trip together. Alas, I am the only one at home. Mom will be gone for two or three days, so she calls three times a day. Either recite 30 English words or do 20 math problems. Don't play computer, it's easy to break your eyes. do bot play ...
This makes me particularly annoyed. Cell phones are like gold hoops. Tell me to go east, I have to go east, I have to go west, I have to go east, I have to go west, I am controlled by that phone. I sighed and endured the annoying bell.
Suddenly I had a brainwave and came up with a good idea: unplug the telephone line. The telephone stopped ringing and the room was silent. I proudly said to myself, "I am so smart that I can come up with this good idea."
I turned on the computer and played games until I competed with the devil. At this moment, just when I was really happy, I suddenly heard familiar footsteps. My father must have come back. I think something is wrong. Why did my polite father come back in such a hurry today? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. My father gasped at the door and said, "Open the door. Dad's back. Open the door quickly! " "
I was in a hurry to plug in the telephone line and open the door in a hurry. Father's face turned red, sweat flowed downwards, and his clothes were soaked, and he could almost wring water out.
"Are you all right?" Dad is about to cry.
"I'm fine." I said.
"Oh, it's about time. I have to go. " Dad left in a hurry. I'm just saying that I want to go back to work when the wind blows.
I looked at the back of my father's departure and thought: If only I remembered that phone call again, because my loving parents were standing at the other end of the phone.
We need the company of our parents and cherish the time with them.
The sunshine is mild, bright and pure. When they fall on me, they seem to be integrated into my blood and become a part of my life. I think there is a small colorful window in my heart, which will shine brightly in the bright sunshine. And the sunshine of the soul, is it not the same? Peace, security and full of hope. When I saw JOE's I Love Sunshine in the bookstore, I bought it without hesitation. At first, I was attracted by the title of the book, and later I was deeply moved by the content of the book. In this book, I found a long-lost understanding and trust. JOE's children have been confused, self-abased and crazy, but they never left and never doubted the beauty and hope. Perhaps what JOE interprets is a belief in love and life. Maybe what we need is a spirit that can be disappointed but never despair; Can be crazy but never extreme; Easy to be lonely, but more aware of the bright spots in life. There will be helplessness in life, but we will never lose our dreams, love and warmth.
Perhaps the warmth that those people give us in life is also a ray of sunshine. Together, it will become the sun in your palm, hot enough to melt all the misfortunes and sorrows. Parents' selfless care, friends' help and understanding, strangers' praise and affirmation ... these love and praise are enough to light up our whole sky, but we have never found it or touched it. Perhaps while stubbornly recognizing the darkness of human nature, we have unconsciously missed a large area of happy gardens and bright sunshine.
In this sad and helpless season, I am just an ordinary child who believes in beauty and will not refuse loneliness and loneliness. I like the gorgeous desolation of Zhang Ailing, but I prefer the warmth and softness of Xi Murong, just as I love snow, but I love the bright sunshine more.
In the days with sunshine, I feel peaceful and grow happier. This is my belief and hope.
Companionship is the longest confession, the best time and the most touching emotion. It is in the company of many people that ignorant teenagers grow into stable young people. And it was under your gaze that I walked out of the maze of life.
When I was a child, your figure lingered by my side; When you grow up and go back to the village, I can only know the past from my parents.
One year, two years, three years ... Time flies like water. You are ecstatic when an ignorant teenager appears in front of you. You held me in your arms, and your wrinkled hand touched my delicate face, leaving a faint scent of wheat.
Radish, corn, onion ... are put into the bag one by one. Every time I went back to my hometown, I was warmly welcomed, received the warmest courtesy from farmers and had a sumptuous meal. You can always make all kinds of ingredients.
I seldom go back for a year, but you left a deep impression on me.
Over half a hundred years old, but still stick to the ridge, short body, fat body has endless maternal love.
Last year, I went to my hometown for the first winter vacation in junior high school. The cold wind chills one to the bone It's the first time that I can observe you so carefully when you are washing vegetables outside. Years have carved countless marks on your face, but they glow with infinite light. The sweat on your forehead is crystal clear, like a big gem.
You are the mother, and the children who accompany you are also my mother; You are a farmer, accompanying crops to grow sturdily; You are also my grandmother, accompanying me to grow up.
Accompanying is not necessarily physical to physical, but the most important thing is the growth and care of the soul.
Accompaniment, everyone's life, is spent with the person he loves in a limited time.
Companionship is to care about a person with all your heart.
Whether familiar or unfamiliar, as long as we meet and know each other in the vast world, we are destined to accompany each other.
In a yellow photo, a babbling little guy blushes and pulls a picture book; In a treasured video, an innocent little guy is snuggling in his mother's arms and staring at the picture, listening to his mother telling the story of grandma wolf; In front of a small desk, a little boy is engrossed in drawing a portrait of Snow White. In the corner of a room, a little boy is reading a book, while imitating the Monkey King's action modeling ... Needless to guess, the owner is me. Maybe it was my parents' intentional arrangement. Since childhood, books have been accompanied everywhere, and they have gradually grown up in a series of "unbreakable", comic books, pinyin books, interesting stories and masterpieces.
I clearly remember that when I was young, my parents always told me some short stories before I went to bed, and I listened to them with relish every time. Later, they bought some story books from the bookstore to read to me. Until the second day of my primary school, my father mysteriously said to me, "Every day, do you like sugar cane?" "hmm!" I answered without thinking. "Do you like to eat it yourself, or do you want Dad to chew it up and feed it to you first?" Dad then asked. "Of course, I eat it myself. What does it taste like after you chew it first? " I am very proud to answer. "Oh, I am so smart every day, but do you know that reading is actually the same as eating sugar cane? You have to read it yourself to read the taste ... "Dad looked at me meaningfully and said. After listening to my father, I suddenly understood.
Since then, I have tried to read some books with pinyin, such as Andersen's fairy tales and Grimm's fairy tales, which once let me fly into the wonderful fairy tale world. Journey to the West and Water Margin let me know about ancient history and culture. Gradually, I fell in love with reading. Xinhua Bookstore and Library have also become good places for my holiday, but I often do some "stupid things" in order to have a good book or read a good book.
Grandpa Cang Kejia said that reading a good book is like making a good friend. I am willing to be good friends with books all my life!
I am very happy, because I have a happy journey-with books! In my journey, there is always an endless sea of books, which attracts my sight all the time, tempts my soul, enriches my knowledge, inspires my potential and promotes my connotation. In this ocean of knowledge, I thrive. As Milton said, a good book is the precious blood of a master of art and transcends life. On a drizzly afternoon, lying on a bamboo chair, reading Bing Xin's fresh, lively, meaningful and beautiful prose, let her thoughts swim gently in her delicate pen, like Bandari's music playing gently in her ear, like dew shining in the morning light, like a mountain spring flowing quietly from her heart. This artistic conception of reading is the oxygen for me to thrive. Books make me think endlessly, and I grow up happily in them. Good books can adjust my mind and purify my soul. In a person's growing years, it is impossible to always be smooth sailing and full of passion. At this time, a good book is like a life mentor, guiding us on the ship of life. Looking at those touching words, kissing the blue waves of literature, the pure beauty of life and touching love are displayed in front of me. At this moment, I really felt it.
I heard Thomas Kembis say, "I used to look for happiness everywhere. In fact, happiness is a person hiding in the corner reading a book. " Book, you make me happy and sad. Being with you makes my childhood life so colorful. You are my mentor and friend. Thank you for growing up with me. Books, like a pair of clairvoyance, let us know the world; Books, like a just visiting, take us back to ancient times and think about the future; Books, more like kindly intellectual old people, impart profound knowledge to us and give us the true meaning of life! Small fish like the sea. Because every spray tells an emotional legend. Birds like the sky. Because there is a wonderful story in every white cloud. I like good books. Because every good book contains profound truth.
Taking companionship as the topic 10 silently took out the exquisite teapot, carefully picked out a few spoonfuls and put them in a lamp. Quietly waiting for the water temperature to be right, I picked up the kettle, and the boiling water rolled out of the spout, hugging the curly leaves tightly. A bitter but slightly sour taste.
I imitated my mother's appearance, knelt on the cup with my forefinger and poured tea for my tea pet in awe. Pour water into the glass again, and the clear tea is in the glass, glowing with warm yellow light, and a yearning fragrance is flowing, romantic, which makes my sleepy heart awake for an instant.
Mother went to other places to take care of her sick sister. There is only one lonely me in the empty room, and my heart has been filled with emptiness. Mother loves tea, and so does she. At home, I always sit where I am sitting at the moment, making tea quietly. So I made tea according to my impression and missed my mother. Take a sip, it's bitter, just like my heart at the moment. Deliberate, some are sweet, although not as good as my mother's tea, but it makes me closer to my mother. The transpiration of water vapor moistened my eyes and warmed my heart; The fragrance is fragrant and refreshing, and it also relieves my thoughts; There is tea between my lips and teeth, as if my mother were with me.
Later, my mother traveled a lot for work. Every time she studies late into the night, when she is exhausted, she sits in her own position, learns her own way, makes a cup of tea, watches the tea churning up and down in boiling water, smells the fresh fragrance of tea in the air, and tastes the fragrance of tea between her lips and teeth. ...
Perhaps the reason why tea has been passed down through the ages is that behind this mellow or mellow taste, there are different people, different moods and different body smells. With tea, it's like my mother is with me.
I asked my mother, why do you like drinking tea?
Mom said, because mom loves tea, and she has tea, which seems to be with me.
Mother asked me, why do you like drinking tea?
I said, because my mother loves tea, too, tea is near me, as if it were near me. ...
Composition on the topic of companionship 1 1 Everyone has companionship in childhood. Are your parents or others with you? It's still the familiar "Seven Wolves Belt" or "Fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots". You must be familiar with these two, and I have experienced them myself.
The best thing for me to accompany my childhood is my mother. It was also my mother who invited me to eat shredded pork with bamboo shoots, but in other ways, my mother did it because she also cared about me. Everything my mother cares about me is in my mind. The picture of my mother hitting me is vivid, but love trumps hate.
I remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, I went home for dinner after school. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I was attracted by a smell. I looked at it. It turned out that my mother was cooking noodles. Take a closer look! What a lot of materials! It looks delicious! The more I watch it, the more I want to eat it. I boasted to my mother, "I will eat three bowls later." Looking at the uncooked noodles in the pot, I had to watch TV and wait quietly. ...
Dinner is ready, come and eat. I heard my mother calling me. I rushed into the kitchen and took a bowl, immediately put a bowl on it and began to eat like a hungry ghost reborn. I want to eat the other bowl while watching TV. I shook it step by step, and I held the bowl well, but my foot slipped and fell, and the soup spilled on my hand, which made me scream and my hand was red. When my mother saw the accusation, she could bring me a band-aid to help me stick my mother's knife mouth and tofu heart, but it also warmed my heart, mom. My mother spilled noodles all over the floor after cleaning up and asked me if it hurt. My mother cared about me everywhere and accompanied me through my childhood.
Childhood, the most concerned about me is my mother!
Composition on the topic of companionship 12 companionship, what is companionship? Companionship means: "I am willing to give you time, and you are willing to give me time." This is companionship, this is the prototype of all love.
Who is the man who accompanied you since childhood? I think everyone's answer should be the same? That is-parents. I quite agree with the saying that "the greatest person in the world is a mother", because I have personally experienced it. The person who created you is your mother, the person who raised you is your mother, and the person who helped you solve your confusion when you were most confused is also your mother. Mom is so great! She has been with me since the moment I opened my eyes. This is maternal love.
He is very strict. He's running around. Yes, he is the father. Father, an indispensable existence in a family, I deeply realized his strict and warm fatherly love. When you can't walk and fall, your father will slap you hard, then gently touch your head and teach you to walk well step by step. When you make a mistake, the first person to teach you a lesson is your father, and the person who punishes you the most is your father. However, the person who will always turn around and tell you the truth of being a man is also your father.
This is strict and warm fatherly love. If mother is the sun, then father must be the rain. Because the process of turning small trees into towering trees must be supported by sunshine and rain. Rain, representing strict fatherly love, will always make you suffer setbacks, but these setbacks will also benefit you for life. Just like raindrops hit a small tree mercilessly, although they will be hurt to a certain extent, the water contained in raindrops will also enter the small tree after being hit, so they can fully absorb the water. The sun represents warm maternal love. It will always keep you warm. Just like when the sun rises, it shines on the earth, reviving everything and warming the earth. Mother, father.
With the company of these two people, a child can grow up healthily, just like a big tree. With rain and sunshine, small trees can thrive and eventually become towering trees!
Composition 13 on the topic of companionship When I was a child, I shuttled between two cities with my grandmother. The expectation when I went out, the joy during the journey, and the nostalgia after I went back made me deeply fall in love with travel.
When I grow up, I leave home to study in a strange city. I like commuting between home and school. It takes more than an hour by train. Looking at the familiar scenery on the road and getting in touch with fellow travelers with different tempers and personalities around me, I have a harvest and a little insight.
Growing up day by day, I like traveling more. When I arrived at the university, my trip changed from short distance to long distance. And several sisters in the same dormitory, carrying schoolbags, set off, changing trains one by one and taking buses one by one. It was hard at that time, but they loved it. I've had enough fun, and the money is almost spent. With a tired body and an excited mood, go back and save my strength to prepare for the next trip.
If the previous journey often changed companions, then the journey has changed since I met him.
I like traveling, and I like the feeling of my company during the journey. I like him, and I like his company even more.
Before we set out, we got together to buy things for the trip. I said, what should I prepare for him? He said there were still some things to buy. I miss him, and he misses me.
On the trip, on the train, more often he was awake and I fell asleep. In his words, this is called saving your strength. When I woke up, he showed me the scenery I had walked through in his language. Lean on his shoulder and look up. I am in his eyes and he is in my eyes.
On the way, he took the bag and occasionally "lifted" me and asked him if he was tired. He said it was a piece of cake. He pulled me, and I leaned against him and walked through the scenery everywhere.
Now the world of two people has become a threesome, and my youngest son has joined our world. He likes to show his son around. Maybe he can't understand the scenery on the road yet, but I think he will remember the feelings on the journey. I take care of him and my husband takes care of both of us. Sweet smiles reflected on the faces of three people.
On the journey of life, there have been too many people, whether she or he, along the way, thank you.
Writing on the topic of companionship 14 spring, summer, autumn and winter are unpredictable, it doesn't matter, it is enough to have love to accompany.
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Dad's love for mom.
On the night before my mother's birthday, my mother had something to do, and I had an "emergency meeting" with my father. Dad said he would decorate the house with balloons and roses to surprise it. I can only say in my heart, "I'm surprised that people get so excited in middle age!" Dad is still talking happily. I can't help it Who told me I was his son? I can only listen to his arrangement.
The next day, my mother asked with interest, "What day is it today?" Dad and I just shrugged our shoulders and pretended not to know. We laughed when mom left in disappointment.
In the afternoon, after mom went out, we spent an hour making our home look brand-new. The vase is full of roses and there are colorful balloons in every corner. Mom came back and saw this scene, and tears followed. We pushed the cake and sang a birthday song. We embraced excitedly and enjoyed this unforgettable night.
Mom's love for dad.
Whenever it's dad's birthday, my dad and I can have a nice meal. Mom put on her "war shirt" and dad was helping her. Maybe he was moved by his mother's superb cooking. He stopped his work and looked up, but he didn't know that his good friend "Trick or Treat King" was online. I picked up a glass of cold water and poured it on my father's head, and we began to "fight". How about mom letting dad taste the food? Dad tasted it and the expression on his face changed 180 degrees. It turns out that mom gave dad a spoonful of salt. That night was spent in joy and food.
Time flies, time is like running water, love haunts my heart, and every day is meaningful and not boring.
Teacher's comment: Love each other, novel material selection angle, same angle, different themes, full of happiness, delicious and unforgettable!
Writing on the topic of companionship 15 life can be compared to more than ten years, and the days with grandpa account for most of it.
When I was a child, I was the only passenger in grandpa's car seat.
A bike, a country road. The car was carrying grandpa's old songs with a local accent, and the road was covered with the shadow of a pair of feet fluttering. Grandpa's bike took me to see the green wheat fields, sparrows perched on telephone poles, and the scenery on the road gradually left me and turned to look. Grandpa's generous back is still with me, and he has never gone far.
Little me, this is the best.
When I was a child, I was a China spectator beside my grandfather's pen and ink.
A small yard, an old brush. The platform in the center of the yard is not too big, just enough for grandpa to bend over and splash ink. Turn a pen on the paper, stretch it, pull the pen out from under the "horseshoe tip" and stretch it again. Grandpa smiled calmly and I smiled with him. Gradually, the courtyard was stained with ink and faint ink marks, and the sun shone brightly and brilliantly.
Little me, this is the most beautiful scenery.
When I was a child, I was a diner looking around my grandfather's kitchen shovel.
There was a puff of smoke and a wisp of tea in the kitchen. Grandpa is a good cook. Everything he does is delicious. In other words, I like everything he does. The boiling meat in the oil pan was golden and fragrant, overflowing the whole kitchen. I can't wait to put it in my mouth when I'm out of the pot, but I'm always too hot to speak. Don't worry when grandpa tells me to be busy, so that I can eat less and cook later.
A little. I think this is the most delicious meal.
Time flies for many years, and the days when grandpa accompanied me to get along day and night are gone forever. There are still scattered notes on the country road, ink marks on the platform in the yard, and delicious food is thrown out of the kitchen window. I feel very small, and I still think so.
Grandpa's love and companionship, in my eyes, is more than a spring show, more than a warm sunrise, more than a breeze, more than a late photo; It can also achieve all kinds of beauty in the world.