Companionship composition 1 Companionship is the longest confession, and years are silent warmth. -inscription
My childhood revolved around that small yard.
The cedar in the yard has lived for many years. As long as I can remember, that's it. The shade blocks the sun and the branches are knotted. On summer nights, grandma often holds me and sits on the sturdy and prominent roots. Moonlight poured down from the eaves. I fell on my grandmother's knee and listened to all kinds of vivid fairy tales she told me. Sometimes, my grandmother falls asleep against the trunk while talking. I always pick up a green leaf in a naughty way, gently cover it on my forehead and fold it gently. Grandma is not annoyed when she wakes up. She just nodded my nose and smiled like a ripple. After that, we squinted at the stars in the night sky and listened to cicadas and frogs. In such a quiet atmosphere, sometimes I suddenly feel that my life is half over, and sometimes I feel that it is only half a minute. Floating life is like water under the ice, flowing eastward day and night. Grandma picks me up after school every day. We walked comfortably hand in hand on the road. In the afterglow of the sunset, two shadows were drawn long. After entering the gate, the big Toona sinensis behind grandma was also covered with a layer of autumn red frost. The hourglass of time passes slowly, and snowflakes fall quietly. We moved out of the yard. Grandma fell behind this group of people and seemed to say goodbye to the big bug. It seemed particularly cold that winter. Toona sinensis fell to the ground, leaving only a few snow-covered places hanging on the treetops, feeling a little depressed. Grandma's luggage is also a little simple and clear. The cold wind roared, separating us from the yard. When the buckling index arrives, it is not clear whether cedar has not been seen for several years. Back in the small yard, every few years, my thoughts are like water bursting its banks. Grandma limped to the big cedar tree and stroked its withered bark. Tears glistened in her eyes, as if looking at an old friend who had met after a long separation. I suddenly remembered what grandma said to me with the same gesture: "you!" " We must study hard! "At that time, I was young and didn't know what it was like to be sad. All I know is that I am spoiled in her arms.
Grandma's back is bent, and the silver light is no longer there. Suddenly found that grandma had nothing to ask for and nothing to look forward to. Just like this cedar, it has provided people with shade and rest day after day for ten years. There is nothing now, but the lamp is dry and old. Only circles and circles are engraved with traces of time.
Life is very long, decades, and every minute clearly exists; Life is short, and every moment is a vague and short decades. I don't know how much longer grandma can accompany me. But I know that those companions are the armor that helps me move forward and can withstand the wind and rain all the way.
Accompanying composition 2 On the way of growing up, we will meet many people and things, and many people and things will fade out of our life circle. If you don't think about it carefully, it seems that they never existed. However, at a certain moment, we seem to have crossed the ordinary, returned to that place at that time, and relived the bits and pieces at that time. Those things seem to be deeply rooted and affect our lives inadvertently. This is not a kind of company.
I remember one day in June that year, I looked at the sky through the window of the classroom, and the dazzling sunshine made people close their eyes. Now I think it is more like a bright dagger, inserted in my heart, painless, but just unforgettable and sad.
At that time, a big-headed ice cream was popular. Exquisite packaging makes ice cream more like a fairy in a painting. If you walk on the road with this "elf", you will feel like a princess from the castle. If you take another bite, it will be absolutely beautiful. I can even see the brilliant colors reflected by bubbles in the sun. I often fantasize like this.
I was not in good health when I was a child. My parents almost don't let me eat sweets, but which child doesn't like sweets? In order not to let me eat sugar, they won't give me pocket money, and naturally they won't taste ice cream.
When my deskmate MengMeng was digging out her schoolbag that day, I saw that there was 5 yuan in her schoolbag, which was just a casual glance. The seeds of evil did not rise at that moment. In class, the teacher talks endlessly about boring math classes. At this time, I gradually saw the picture of walking on the road with ice cream in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more beautiful I felt. How can I eat ice cream? The five-yuan note in MengMeng's schoolbag reappears in my mind.
After class, MengMeng went out. I looked around, quietly reached into MengMeng's handbag, fumbled for the paper money, held it in my palm, and quietly put it in my pocket. The whole process only took ten seconds.
After class, my attention was attracted by the five dollars in my pocket. As for what the teacher said, I don't remember anything now. I have been wondering if I will be seen by other students. I am a bad guy and a thief now. I've been very nervous. Sweet ice cream has disappeared in my mind. Now I am more like an evil mother-in-law in a fairy tale, judging me with her sharp eyes and making me suffer in the abyss of sin.
I haven't eaten ice cream so far. The five-dollar bill is still lying in a corner that only I know. I often forget its existence, but it seems that every time I spend money, I always look at myself.
Needless to say, the companionship of relatives is the longest confession. -inscription
Only a few days after the monthly exam, the lofty aspirations of the past were swallowed up by frustration and laziness. Just holding a thick stack of materials, that ordinary paper, that thick ink, just like painting, I can't add any color to them. I looked up and chose to give up, but suddenly it was dark, and only a little light and shadow appeared and disappeared. I seem to be in a vacuum wrapped in absolute zero. I am a tiny photon and I am at a loss. This is probably me, me in the cage.
Gradually, the world recovered as before, and a layer of window screen blurred the night, but made the silver grille reflecting the moonlight look particularly cold and dazzling. I think, I want to go outside, go to the old tree, dance in the wind in the moonlight cut by branches and leaves; I want to take a boat, look up at the sky and look down at the water. When I am tired, I will lie down in my clothes. In a trance, the boat is pressing the river full of stars and slowly moving forward with my light dreams. But my mind was suddenly pulled back by a bright red cross dripping from Yu Guangzhong, and I slapped it on the ground. I understand, I can't, I'm not qualified!
Father came in with an understated reminder: "Go to bed early!" "In an instant, I had the goal of venting and shouted at him:" If you don't have a hard time with yourself, how can you achieve anything! "I borrowed a word he taught me, as well as my mood these days, all of which were suppressed into small pieces. With two swords, my father was defeated and silently closed the door and left.
I wanted to laugh, but tears welled up in my eyes, so I buried my head in my arms. Then mom came in. I don't want to look up, and I dare not look up. I'm ready to be scolded, but all I get is a cup slamming on the table-mom is out.
I looked up, subconsciously picked up the cup, drank the chrysanthemum water in my mouth, and moistened people's hearts and spleen around. Put down the cup, but there is a note in the original place: "Go to sleep, we don't blame you", which is mother's handwriting. I turned around quickly, and the light in her bedroom was still on. She stayed with me all the time, either by closing the window after I went to bed or tucking me in for fear that I might catch cold. All along, I'm used to it ... I can't help it any longer, let the tears flow freely.
I understand, mom, I understand this note, and I understand the deepest maternal love contained in it. Thank you, mom. Your love and silent companionship have given me the courage to overcome setbacks and surpass myself. It is an inexhaustible motive force for me to forge ahead. It is like a dazzling lamp in the vast sea, illuminating my forward voyage and leading me to a wonderful, boundless and sunny tomorrow!
Accompanying composition 4 It has been with me for four years. That year, I just turned ten years old and was bored, so I took a walk in the park near my home. At that time, he was still a brat, wandering alone on the garden road. In this way, we formed an indissoluble bond, and it became a member of my family and my partner.
Friendship in happy hours
I am bathed in the warm spring breeze, enjoying the mild sunshine, walking comfortably on the grass, and there is a follower behind me-my long-haired dog. Suddenly, a gray shadow flashed in front of me-a rabbit. I stamped my feet with joy. "Ball, chase!" "When its eyes lit up, it raised its head and ears. A tingle ran in the direction I pointed to, but it was empty. Look at it lost. It's so cute. I ran towards it. When he saw me running, he gave up his goal and played with me ... On the grass, a ten-year-old girl and a half-year-old dog chased me and I chased you. How can this scene not make people happy and envious?
Friendship in times of pain
There are firecrackers, congratulations and red envelopes. At the beginning of the new year, all friends are smiling, eating, drinking and having fun. At this time I was lying in bed with a high fever and dizziness. I have no strength at all with a wet towel on my head. Although covered with the warmest duvet, I still feel cold. Mom is entertaining guests outside and has no time to take care of me.
Firecrackers were ringing outside, New Year's songs and laughter came, but the room was silent. I got into the quilt and wept helplessly, imagining the happy scene outside. At this moment, a ringing bell came, it was it, and my ball came. It arched my exposed hand with its wet nose, as if to say, "don't cry, I'll play with you!" " "I feebly touched its head, it is closer to me.
Friendship in loneliness
I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and found myself sleeping alone in a small bed, while my parents' bed was empty. Hey! Thinking of my mother's pale face when she went to bed last night, I understood what was going on. Looking at the darkness outside the window, I turned on the light trembling. On this quiet night, I shed tears again. When the ball heard the sound, it came, leaned against the bed and rubbed its head against me: "Young master, don't cry, your mother is ill, and dad accompanied her to the hospital." You must be strong! " Yes! Looking at the ball, my heart gradually calmed down and leaned on my head with the ball head, waiting for my parents to come back.
It, Qiuqiu, my best companion, accompanied me for four spring, summer, autumn and winter, and we accompanied you all the way, regardless of happiness, loneliness and pain.
Peer Composition 5 Find a warm pavilion, light a Ai Xiang, fold a breeze, open a volume of ancient books for one month, and walk with time. Wandering Ai Xiang lingers at the tip of his nose, the breeze blows a little, and he is immersed in the book forever.
Because you know, you are kind.
Zhang Ailing, a talented woman, a legend of the Republic of China, a story that can never be told. It is said that life must have a confidant, and the hand that holds your hand is forever. Zhang Ailing also met Hu Lancheng. Hu Lancheng promised "May the years be quiet and the world be stable", but she finally failed Zhang Ailing. Although Zhang Ailing really loved, she was so lofty and aloof with her temperament. People like Hu Lancheng don't deserve her love and nostalgia. Zhang Ailing, as Bai Luomei said, is a beauty in the world of the Republic of China. She was born on the day of the full moon, died at the time of the full moon, and fell in love with that autumn moon for life. When she came, she was full of talent. After her death, she left countless words and her personality to the world, only taking away her old age and endless little reunion. Such a woman is really unparalleled.
Seek eternal life, where does the dream go?
Behind every antique, there is an unknown story with its own obsession. Look, look, and what you see and hear will always make people cry. In the long river of time, how many obsessions have been left and how many past events have been covered up? In the end, it was just a loss. Antiquities are like this. Where are people? Like Qian Yi and Yin Lan, they all live for their own obsession. But when I met Yin Tianlai, everything changed. The naive, kind and lively girl made them understand that there are many things to do in life besides finding their own obsession. Let go of your obsession and you will be relieved. All you have is the peace of water.
A dream is floating, and a mirror is full of flowers.
The willows are harmonious, the spring breeze is warm, the dead flowers are swaying in the wind, and the catkins are flying all over the sky. The young man came in the wind, fluttering in white, looking at the graceful figure on the other side. He lost her and she overtook him. Both of them cherish each other most, but time and years are unforgivable. He is an inferno gentleman, and she, together with the Phoenix Emperor, has become an enemy on the battlefield. In the end, she went to the lawless world and left everything behind, and he also gave up his status as a noble little gentleman of the inferno, just to save her back. The blue sky is speechless, the green water lasts forever, and the past is like a dream, even if things are different? As long as you look at the world and live with a smile, you won't leave me alone. May Xu Jun have a romantic life.
This book has been with me for many days and months, making my life more colorful. Time is limited, as long as you have books in your hand, you won't be bored. Books are the best companions.
Life is a long road, along the way, without stopping. Growth requires years of tempering; The soul needs care. In the process of growing up in recent years, only warmth is still there, and firmness is still there. The patron saint in my heart is nothing more than my most beloved parents.
A few weeks ago, I participated in the selection of young journalists in Dalian and achieved success. Among them, my parents gave me endless help, and their careful care made my success.
I am not familiar with the activities before the game, and practice repeatedly. Mom and dad met and suggested that I practice in front of them. The two of them sat quietly in their chairs, their pure black eyes staring at me meticulously. The mood suddenly relaxed a lot. When I finished, I expected their response, but they called me over and sat face to face. After a short silence, they began to give me suggestions. For a time, they took photos, demonstrated in person, praised repeatedly, and then ... they tried again and again, changed again and again, and guided countless times to bring them the success they dreamed of.
Another special activity in our family is parent-child communication. Going home every week, one night is warm. I remember once, I was watching the Water Margin, and after dinner at night, I couldn't wait to tell my father the contents of the book. At that time, I was really happy and gushing. Dad listened to me patiently, but his expression revealed concern. Then he turned and pointed to the book path in my hand: "In fact, every book is alive and must have his soul. But it's meaningless for someone like you who only knows the content and laughs. You haven't grasped the true essence of this book. It is not a plot close to people's hearts, but a true spiritual embodiment! "
He paused, but his eyes were more radiant and brighter. The little autumn frost on the sideburns and the nicks of the years were erased at that moment, leaving only immeasurable depth and sincere love for culture. Looking at my father in front of me, he seems to have dug his own tunnel in this book, guiding me to explore, integrate into the book and really exchange ideas with the soul of the book. Among them, I am also opening a channel of my own, so that all understanding can linger and coil inside.
Looking at my father in front of me, I recalled the fragments in my memory, and scenes were being staged, but I couldn't show my deepest love for my parents.
Love is not a luxurious life; Love, it is not unilateral; Love is not staying out of it. Love is a companion in the cold, which gives you warmth and leads you to a bright direction; Love is companionship in warmth, giving you encouragement and giving you ideas leading to depth.
Love is to care with companionship, to keep fresh with companionship, and to accompany with companionship.
Accompanying composition 7 "Baby, grandma has high blood pressure again these two days. Can you accompany her to the hospital for infusion tomorrow? " Dad asked me, his eyes full of expectation.
"hmm." I answered calmly, but my heart was already choppy and worried. Although grandma's hypertension is an old problem, I'm still afraid that anything happens to grandma.
Grandma has been very kind to me since I was a child. She always likes to touch my head with her vicissitudes of life, as if I were her three-year-old granddaughter forever. I heard that I can't get used to school breakfast, so I buy noodles outside every morning. Every time after the exam, I will be served a bowl of delicious beef noodles. Now, when you see me, you always grin and put my hand in her palm for a long time. On holidays, she always brings me fruit snacks or something. Every time I go back, she always asks me to come back. There is delicious food at home. Now, her studies are heavy, she goes back to her hometown less often, and she has to make up lessons during the holidays. Without the pleasure I brought her, she began to live a lonely life day after day. I know. She really needs company.
I know, this is a good opportunity to spend more time with grandma.
I helped my grandmother sit in the hospital bed. Soon, the nurse came and gave her an injection. I glanced at it and grandma's hands were full of pinholes. Because there were too many wrinkles, the young little nurse didn't stick to it several times, and grandma's old hand was covered with blood, which made my heart sour.
Grandma is lying in the hospital bed. She called my name and motioned me to help her turn over. I picked up the pillow, lifted grandma's arm and helped her lift her legs. Maybe grandma's arthritis is at work. Every time I move her leg, she moans. After I turned it over, I saw my grandmother looking at me all the time, her eyes didn't move, and her eyes still shone with light that she didn't usually have.
Grandma keeps looking at me. It turned out that grandma struggled to turn over just to keep looking at me. I followed my grandmother's eyes. When she found me looking at her, she looked at the buttonwood tree outside the window. She doesn't seem to want me to worry about her.
I sat bored, so I got up and went to the supermarket to buy some dried fish I remember before, grandma liked eat small fish. Back to the ward, I immediately opened a bag of dried fish for my grandmother. She ate loudly, as if dried fish were delicious. "Well, my lovely granddaughter knew to buy me food, and it really didn't hurt you for nothing." Grandma said happily, laughing like a child. Once, I always bought my grandmother anything she wanted. Now, I should do something for her
Dad came to pick us up after the blood transfusion. As soon as grandma was helped into the car, a yellow leaf slipped from the new leaf on the tree. Years have taken away its yellow body and left nutrients for new leaves.
Accompanying Composition 8 Since I was 3 years old, you have been accompanying me and never left. Yaya, when you learn Chinese, you always wear colorful clothes and spend colorful childhood with me; In my rapidly growing childhood, you accompanied me to take risks, cross and grow; Now, I have entered the rainy youth season, and you have become a part of my life.
As soon as the final exam results came, I screwed up again. The sympathetic eyes and kind comfort of my classmates made me breathless. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom first and ran home. I lie in bed with you with resentment and regret. No matter how sad and crazy I cry, you always look at me quietly. Those eyes are so pure and gentle. I lie quietly in your arms and feel your comfort with my heart. You told me a story calmly. It was in Russia in the19th century. There is a brilliant young man named Luo Ting. He is clever, eloquent, sensitive to people and things, accurate in judgment and kind-hearted. He lacks only one thing-perseverance. Because there is no perseverance, I will give up and escape every time I encounter difficulties. Because of all kinds of difficulties, you looked at me quietly, and I knew what you were going to say. I calmed down and began to reopen the paper that made me miserable. I don't want to be Luo Ting.
When I do my homework every night, it is dark and beautiful. I think of you. I remember when I was in fifth grade, Olympiad was my sworn enemy. Like an eccentric old man, but under the teacher's compulsion, I have to see him every night. I think he is a sour and rigid little old man with a little moustache who talks to me on airs every day. This is also a beautiful night. I secretly chatted with you under the gaze of that hateful "little old man of Olympics". You wore a green gauze skirt that day, which attracted me strongly. As soon as the old man bowed his head, I asked you to come out and tell me a story. When the old man blinked, you hid again and went back and forth. Your heart and mine are exhausted and confused. Later, you ran away in a panic, and the green figure left behind made me reflect. Slowly, I fell in love with this quaint but knowledgeable "old man" in Olympiad.
For 9 years, you have been growing up with me. You told me that no matter what difficulties you met, you would stand by and give me confidence, inspiration and courage.
Thank you for your company, my dear book.
Accompaniment composition 9 companionship. It is a light in life, a light at night, and a drop of sweet spring in the desert. -inscription
It was dark outside the window, and I was still doing my homework in the house. There is also a quiet mother reading a book next to her. She is reading page by page carefully. The room is very quiet.
I was still racking my brains to think of a math problem when I suddenly heard someone shouting downstairs. "Fire, fire!" At first, I thought it was a child's prank. I told myself in my heart: maybe the children are in high spirits and have been playing! Then I was lost in thought. After a while, another voice appeared this time, not the voice of a child, but that of an adult. "Fire, fire!" His shouts seemed to spread far away with some urgent and frightened voices, and even his mother was interrupted and looked up at the window in confusion. She suddenly zheng, suddenly. A voice called "below, below someone ..."
My mother and I rushed out of the house to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible. As soon as I opened the door, a pungent smell came out from the outside, and the smoke was already rolling outside, making it difficult to breathe. Although it's only a short time, I'm already a little short of oxygen, and even inhaled a lot of smoke. There were a few solid footsteps in the corridor. Several firefighters rushed in, saw us, grabbed us without saying a word, poured their spare oxygen on us, and let us run down. My mother and I hung our heads and ran out of the apartment building quickly. We are still in shock, our hearts are pounding, we are sucking air, we have goose bumps all over, and we are sweating.
However, I found a fire truck parked at the gate of the community. There was no one on board, but the siren was still ringing. Several thick water pipes connected to the car disappeared in the corridor at the end. I suddenly had a little respect for those great firefighters, who rushed forward with their lives to protect us from retreating regardless of danger. Watching the fire chief wearing a thick fire suit, holding a communicator and talking to the firefighters in the building, watching them face the dangerous close formation, looking for the fire source and destroying it. Finally, they dragged heavy water pipes and braved the smoke to come out of the corridor, which made everyone present awe. They took off their helmets and smiled brightly, even in the dark! Finally, they warned us not to put cartons in the safe passage.
In life, isn't every fireman accompanying us to grow up? When we are in danger, they come forward, accompany us and be our solid backing. In life, there will be several firefighters in your depths, accompanying you and safeguarding our lives. ...
Accompanying composition 10 When I was a toddler, my parents took me and wandered the path in front of my house again and again; When I shed tears countless times, it was grandma's warm and wrinkled hands that took pains to hold me in her thin arms ... In those years, the road to growth was long and bitter, but it was because of so much warmth that it was fragrant all the way.
In the silent evening, the blazing sun outside the window gradually gathered light, leaving only bloody afterglow in the empty classroom. Looking up from the sore arm, the bright red test paper in my arms has already been soaked with tears. Staring at that piece of red, I tried my best to think about how I screwed it all up. Unconsciously, my eyes are red again.
My heart was full of sadness, and a gentle call interrupted me. In the misty eyes, I can distinguish the familiar figures of my friends. In the sunset, she held me gently in her arms like her mother: "What is failure? Come on, let's go home ... "A comforting word seemed to touch the switch of the door-I hugged her tightly and burst into tears, but the burden in my heart suddenly disappeared.
On a hot night, I supported my sleepy body to practice the piano, and the dense piano scores in front of me have not been turned over for a long time. The game will start tomorrow, but that treble bar looks like a mountain in front of me. No matter how hard I try, I still can't climb up. I rubbed my red fingertips and looked at the night sky outside the window. For the first time, I feel that my dream is as far away as the stars.
With a click, the door opened quietly. Mother holding a glass of milk: "Daughter, go to bed early. Mom didn't force you to take the first place. You have worked hard, and my mother is already very happy ... "She kissed my forehead and closed the door gently. Gentle words floated gently in the night wind, and I gradually calmed down. The sound of the piano is gradually melodious, dancing everything in the room, and it seems that even the dust around it becomes quiet and lovely.
In the middle of the night, I safely turned off the light. At present, all the stars in the sky seem to be smiling at me. Staring at the night sky, I proudly thought: Tomorrow, I won't let my mother down.
In fact, the most difficult exercises in those years were just a few lines of notes; Chords that have not been touched in those years are no longer out of reach. I climbed the mountain again and again, getting closer to the dream sun and moon bit by bit. Looking back at the past in a place I never dared to imagine, I am glad that the warmth of my family and friends has always been with me, so that I can still see that where tears and bitterness spread, unexpected flowers will always bloom.
Thanks to the fleeting time, when all kinds of confusion and anxiety faded with the prosperity and the dust settled, I gained endless love and warmth along the way. ...