Senior one's composition with the theme of companionship.

In our study, work and life, we always touch or use writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is a composition with the theme of companionship in senior one, which I collected for you for reference only. Welcome to reading.

I met an uncomfortable thing when I went home by bus after my physical examination. At that time, there were many people in the car, and the weather was hot, which was even more unbearable. A little boy sitting near me is playing with his mobile phone to brush Tik Tok, and the volume is very loud, which makes people more annoyed.

It can be said that many parents are like this now. In order to concentrate on work or rest, they give their young children to their mobile phones and let them act as "nannies". Therefore, we can see that parents can do things with peace of mind, children are not noisy, they have the best of both worlds, and the years are quiet.

However, can this really kill two birds with one stone and live in peace? The answer may be: the child is obsessed with brushing Tik Tok and completely forgets the homework that should be done next to him; Many people stay up late playing mobile phones and wearing glasses when they are very young; Some people quarrel with their parents to play with their mobile phones for a while. ...

Is the mobile phone really a "nanny" that can reassure us? I don't think so! Someone once asked a mother such a question: Mom, if I give you 100 million yuan, will you sell me? The answer is no! But the second question that comes with it: Then why do you spend a lot of time making money instead of spending more time with me? Mother was speechless at once. At present, in order to give their children a better tomorrow, many parents consciously or unconsciously let their children face a lonely and boring childhood all day, but in the end they have cultivated a lot of playboys and heartless people. Many tragedies of left-behind children are caused step by step.

Parents must take responsibility for some children's infatuation with mobile phones.

There is a saying: "An egg today is better than a chicken tomorrow." Instead of telling him that you will make him worry about food and clothing, treat them better every day when they are very young and spend more time with them, instead of handing over the responsibility as parents to the mobile phone. Therefore, for the sake of children's future and parents' regrets in the future, please completely delete the mobile phone from the list of "nannies"!

The theme is companionship, and the flowing piano sounds like a dream. In the cold winter and summer, the life full of modern flavor has a trace of quaint charm, and the national spirit has been continuously injected into me, accompanying me through thousands of nights, making the future road clearer and clearer.

The people of the fishing fleet sing at night.

Boating on the lake, the layers of scale waves on the lake are reflected in the sunset, and the evening breeze blows, which is full of the joy of harvest. "Fishing boats sing late, singing poor Li Peng Wen Bin" and long fishing songs reflect the joy of fishermen.

At that time, I didn't go to elementary school, and I just started to contact the guzheng, and I always couldn't play it well. Every night, there will always be a smooth and beautiful guzheng sound from the opposite window. After listening to it day after day, I seem to have found a key to learning guzheng.

High mountains and Running water

The mountains are towering, the running water is surging, the music is smooth and ups and downs, as quiet as a breeze blowing pine, cypress and bamboo, and as moving as a trickle merging into a rolling waterfall, which injects the leisure of "three years of running water in the mountains, a bottle of wine with a bright moon and a cool breeze" into the increasingly accelerated life.

My technology has made rapid progress. I can read music and melt my heart into the sound of the piano. The opposite window is very dark and gives off orange light at night. In the past few years, guzheng music seems to be a bridge that connects me with strangers across the street. When listening, I often think of the story of Boya and the little chef of hippo, and gradually realize the tacit understanding between bosom friends. Sometimes a piano piece is enough for communication between people.

Tiemayin

Hanging under the eaves of the temple, the iron sheet is blown by the wind, making a light sound, and the heavy bell echoes. The wooden fish is ringing "click, click, click", the cigarettes are constantly flowing, and the Buddha sounds are bursting. It's hard for anyone to reach this level with guzheng caress!

Gradually increasing my studies made me put the guzheng practice on hold and dragged my tired body home on weekends. When I was struggling to do my homework, there was a melodious piano sound in my ear, and there was no change. The impatient heart gradually calmed down, and the fiery third-year life also added a calm and calm.

For ten years, the piano has never stopped. It encouraged me, took me into an antique world, and accompanied me to grow up again and again in the dark.

I was brought up by my grandmother. I used to be accompanied by my grandmother, but now I have grown up and can't stay with my grandmother all the time.

Grandma is old, my parents work in other places, and I study in other places, and my home is outside. Now I leave grandma at home alone. Every time I think of my grandmother, I feel a little sour. Fortunately, communication is convenient now, and I call home every night to talk to my grandmother. Even if I can't accompany her at the moment, I can at least accompany her, talk with her and relieve loneliness.

When it comes to the holiday, all the students around me agree to go somewhere to play, but I just want to go home. I can't wait to get on the bus home. After several hours' drive, I finally got home. When I got to the door, I walked quietly. As soon as I enter the living room, I will suddenly scream. Grandma will look at me excitedly when she hears my shouts, and then come over and ask me this and that.

Everyone needs company, and company is the most wordless promise. The companionship between my grandmother and me is a deep emotional accumulation. No matter how far apart we are, we always think of each other in our hearts. When we are together, we talk about everything.

During this time at home, I will accompany my grandmother, walk with her on the path, walk hand in hand, and walk towards the sunset together, talking and laughing.

Although the more we grow up, the less time we can spend with grandma, but every time we accompany, we cherish it. I will tell grandma some interesting things that happened at school recently, I will tell her some whispers, and I will also tell grandma some jokes. Grandma will say that I have grown taller and lost weight. Occasionally grandma will make fun of me. She will look at me and say that my lip service has improved again.

Companionship is the most important thing for the elderly, but now I have the heart but I can't do it.

A registered letter with a certificate flew back to my young hometown, the seaside town.

The weak evening breeze blows the low hawthorn tree, and the yellow leaves eroded by the years drift away with the wind. My already disappointed heart is helpless to the grass swaying on the wall. As the prize was sent from this city to a city thousands of miles away, it fell to the bottom like a free fall.

Math is fifty-three, history is forty, and Chinese is thirty-five ... Just when Napoleon was exhausted and losing ground, the Waterloo War was waiting for me. I thought about giving up again and again, but I still gave up. As a result, I sank into an icy lake and hung upside down on the treetops. I used to think I was fighting alone. My friends don't understand me because they have been breaking the waves; Mom and dad don't understand me, because all they get are rewards. I am like a bird wandering alone, and I may be put into an embarrassing iron cage by ignorant human beings at any time.

Until one day, I received a letter from my father in my hospital bed. The style of that day was gentle, like a hand stroking my cheek. The golden leaves on the ground are in high spirits and dance with the wind from time to time. The blue sky is reflected on the green river, like a crystal stone in a stream, fresh and romantic. I rubbed my hands and carefully unfolded the white paper: "Dad has just finished transfusion and is trying to get rid of the troubles caused by the disease. I work for the government, you study hard, we are all for the family, for our small family, for the motherland. " The wind lifted my coat again, and tears fell in succession. Tears eroded by years are scattered in the wind. ...

I know, I'm really not walking alone. Behind me, there are so many comrades-in-arms. We have the same goal and add luster to our motherland. After thousands of miles, the envelope in my hand is cold, but every greeting is not cold-it is full of warm companionship!

The theme is company. 5 companionship warms people's hearts. Companionship is full of hope; Companionship makes people brave and strong, dad. I hope you can spend more time with me!

I have always longed for my father's company.

My father is a contractor. He is busy in the fields every day. He only calls home twice a week. He hasn't been home for four years. I have basically forgotten what he looks like.

This year's Spring Festival, I heard that my father will come back. I jumped three feet. Every time I meet someone, I will say, "My father is back!" " "Mom told me that after I fell asleep, I kept shouting," Dad. "I have been giggling and sometimes even drooling.

On New Year's Eve, my mother ran around the house, and there were many delicious foods on the table: roast chicken, mapo tofu, steamed mutton, braised pork, coke chicken legs ... "Knock, knock, knock". The door rang, and I rushed over and opened it quickly. It's my father. Although there is a smile on his face, his shiny black face is full of wrinkles and vicissitudes. With luggage in his left hand and new year's goods in his right hand, he said softly, "Son, dad is back." He dropped what he was holding and hugged me. I feel tears gushing from my eyes like an unstoppable flood. After dinner, my family sat in bed watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Yes Before going to bed, I spoiled my mother: "I want to sleep with my father!" " "Mom smiled and said," that's up to you! "

In the morning, I went running with my father. I gave up halfway before I ran halfway, and I was so tired that I was panting. But this time with my father around, I feel full of strength. Dad can hardly hold on, but I don't feel tired at all. I ran 5 kilometers with my father. In this winter vacation, my father accompanied me to do many interesting things, such as skating, making a snowman, watching movies and eating delicious food.

In my opinion, companionship is the most precious thing in the world and no amount of money can replace it. Accompany and warm people's hearts; Companionship is full of hope; Companionship makes people brave and strong, dad. I hope you can spend more time with me!