A composition on the theme of friendship

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal language to external language, that is, from a compressed and concise language that one can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my composition on the topic of companionship, which is for your reference only and I hope it will help you.

A happy childhood is inseparable from the deep care and warm companionship of parents.

From the moment I was born, my parents' love went hand in hand. Every concerned look, every serious bent over to teach, every warm hug and every concerned greeting are full of my parents' care and love for me. When I am unhappy, my mother is the first to bend down and bring me great concern and comfort; When I was unwell, it was my parents who kept holding hands and waited by the bed all night. When I encountered setbacks, it was my parents who kept cheering for me, encouraging me and earnestly warning me. For six years, my father sent me to school by bike, rain or shine. I nest behind my father, and his back has become my "wind wall". Even in winter, I won't feel cold. On the bike, my father's love for me was enlarged, strengthened and became unusually warm. On the bike, my father also helped me review the knowledge I learned along the way, and every word was condensed with his hard work. ...

My happy childhood is inseparable from the company of books.

Books or medicine, good reading can cure fools. Reading a good book is like talking to a noble person. I like reading. Everyone says I'm a bookworm. Once I like books, I can read them for hours. My parents called me, but I just wouldn't listen. I am completely immersed in the world of words and can't extricate myself. I have developed a good habit of not writing or reading since I was a child. I also carefully extracted the good words and sentences in the book and applied them to the writing process. Books have inspired my wisdom and cultivated my sentiment. Enriched my spiritual world.

My happy childhood is inseparable from the company of many toys.

I have been exposed to all kinds of assembled toys since I was three years old. Every time I get an assembled toy, I will immediately open the package and assemble it according to the drawings with great interest. Everyone praised me as a "small expert in assembly". I like watching the sci-fi movie Star Wars. As a child who loves science fiction and likes to play and assemble, I can highly restore the characters, scenes and vehicles in the movie with Lego toys. I often use the parts in my hand to design my own ideas and assemble a world in my heart. Assembling toys not only exercised my hands-on ability and imagination, but also made me feel like a "creator".

My happy childhood is inseparable from the happy company of my friends.

In the garden of the community, there are footprints left by me and my friends playing happily together, and that hearty laughter floats in the sky. In the central garden around the island, you chase after me and strive to be the first person to ride a racing car. I feel so free and comfortable. On campus, I like to study with my classmates, tell jokes, guess riddles, play games, jump rope, hide and seek, chase each other and have a good time. Show confidence and vitality.

I grew up happily with my relatives and friends and spiritual food, and had such a colorful childhood. Do you think I am happy?

Composition 2 on the topic of companionship "In that remote mountain village, my lovely mother has white hair and sideburns." For more than ten years, it was this song and the beautiful woman who sang it that accompanied me, no matter how far away I was.

I understand that she has always lived in my heart.

I know nothing about her, my mother, when she was young. I entered her age with a few thick diaries. 1990, she wrote in her diary: "Children's world is pure and innocent, and children's laughter can dispel the haze of a winter. In the future, I will teach my children to read and write. " It turned out that as early as that time, she had already started to accompany me in the form of words.

He was sickly when he was over one year old and stayed in the hospital for almost a whole year. She said that I was as fragile as a newborn cat and I was tired all day. I throw up everything I eat every day. When I vomited, she patted my back and shed tears. When I passed out again, my mother said that she was sitting by my bed, watching me and staying with me for a few days and nights. She said that by holding my hand, she was protecting our world. She just stayed with me, in tears.

Because of the right and wrong of adults, my mother and I have to live separately, so she can only beg the kindergarten to let her meet me during lunch break. So I became the first child to be visited during lunch break. While the other children were taking a nap, my mother and I sat on the slide, and my mother cut my nails. At noon, the sunshine filled my whole body, which was very warm. When the gate is closed. When my mother went out, I cried in my teacher's arms, and I had already begun a long wait for the next meeting. For two hours in the afternoon, she didn't speak, but stayed with me quietly, by cutting her nails.

Now, I am half a head taller than her, and I want to show off my happiness to the whole world with my beautiful young mother. Although there are some wrinkles around her eyes, her eyes are still beautiful; Although there are a few strands of white hair on her head, her hair is still moving. She has lost her impulse and youthful charm in the waves of years. In my eyes, she will always be an unparalleled beauty. Because I understand that her growth, her white hair and her wrinkles are all my wealth. These have witnessed the companionship of near or far. Diary daquan

Mom, I want to hold your hand and go to the universe together. There is no gravity around, and the moonlight reflects your tenderness. Even the whole world, I can give up, but I still have you, which is worth cherishing. I want you to be with me forever!

In the fleeting time, that person's love is always unknown, but it gives me the warmest companionship.

The cicada calls Xia He. It's another hot summer. My father and I are playing chess at home. The summer heat wave came at us through the window. I suddenly felt stuffy in my heart and a string of sweat hung on my forehead. I wiped my sweat, got up and turned on the air conditioner with the remote control. But my father put a hand on my shoulder and said with a smile, I'll get the cattail leaf fan. Stay here and don't fiddle with my chess. I'm a little dissatisfied. Do I look like someone who can move other people's pieces? Without a word, go with dad.

Dad dug out a small box with black paint in the bedroom, which was furniture moved from his hometown. There are red spots on the box, which seems to have been untouched for a long time. He opened the box, took out a cattail leaf fan from it, shook it at me and said with a smile, Is it much cooler? I saw him shaking slowly, so I grabbed the fan and fanned it. The cool wind blew, and the air was filled with the smell of sawdust. I'm a little distracted. Is there such a moment in my memory

On summer nights when I was a child, I always liked to sit on my father's lap and eat. I gulped down delicious food, and my father took pains to fan the wind with that rough big hand. The air was filled with the smell of sawdust, and tiny crumbs floated before my eyes like little stars. I naively asked: Dad, are you hungry? Not hungry, you eat quickly, and I'll tell you a story after eating. Are you hot? Not hot, calm and cool naturally, I'm not like you. Then can you fan it quickly? Fan the food. What should I do if I have diarrhea? Blame me? Blame you, huh! When I looked back, the bean-sized sweat slipped from my father's forehead to his chin. I spent my childhood summer nights with my father's warm company.

When I was in primary school, I had a bad personality. Stealing loquat trees in front of my house and fighting with my classmates were normal. Another time, I picked up a brick and smashed the glass tube of the factory opposite the school, and was found by others. I didn't dare to face my parents and didn't go home for a few days. My father caught me and beat me up, which changed my old image and made me never go home again. I was furious, but my mother said that your father was worried to death these days. Call your friend's parents, call your teacher and ask where you are. It turns out that my father has been accompanying me in obscurity, and his love has been accompanying me silently and warmly for a whole year, and I often forget this man who sheltered me from the wind and rain behind my back.

It's your turn! My father's phone call brought me from memory to reality. I saw my horse moved to that position by my father at some unknown time. Looking at the expression on the old child's face, I smiled: this one doesn't count. Let's play again!

All right! He also answered with a smile.

I took out my key, inserted it into the lock hole, and listened to the click in the lock hole, and the door opened. I opened the door and closed my backhand from behind.

"I'm back." I muttered to myself, but I didn't know who I was talking to.

Silently put down the heavy schoolbag, I sat on the sofa, took off my shoes and socks, but didn't want to put on slippers. When Thailand is quiet, your footsteps will scare you.

How long has it been since I really lived? I asked myself. I have lost count, even though I am used to no one being at home after school. This started when I was eight years old. Clearly aware that between the ages of seven and eight, it is a wide river. From this perspective, it is naive and happy; What comes from the other side of the river is sudden sadness and pain.

Eight years old. I gave a bleak smile.

That year, I was awakened by the noise of my parents every night; That year, the cold and pale divorce agreement slipped through my fingers. ...

The corner of my eye was wet, and a bitter tear came out of my right eye socket. Someone once asked me why only my right eye was crying when I was crying. I replied, because my usual tears had run out ... that year.

I raised my hand to wipe away my tears, got up, turned on the stereo and turned up the volume. Suddenly, loud music broke out in the quiet living room, breaking the silence.

I don't hate silence, but I hate silence-one's silence. It's like being abandoned by the world.

But even though the ears are full of drums, bass and guitars, the heart is still silent. Tears flow down again. I raised my hand and turned off the music. The original lively music suddenly stopped, leaving only silence.

I gave a wry smile and looked back at the clock. It's half past six. I went to the phone and dialed a familiar number. After the busy tone of "DuDu", the phone is connected.

"Daughter, there is chicken and rice in the refrigerator. Take it out and eat it while it is hot. Mom is very busy. I hung up. Hey! " Sure enough, the phone slammed, followed by a series of busy tones.

I didn't say a word from beginning to end. The so-called "adults", sometimes, are really stupid. You reach out to comfort her, she thinks you are asking for food.

I just want to tell her I'm fine, that's all. Really, it's good.

I just want to hear her voice, that's all.

Tears, and flow down, and only from the right eye socket. ...

Actually, I'm not mature at all I am really young. I need your company. Can you, don't force me to grow up and bear the loneliness that doesn't belong to a junior high school student?

The long road of life is that you accompany me forward. Because of you, I bravely crossed the ups and downs in my life, faced difficulties and went all the way forward.

You are my partner on the road to growth, accompanying me through the long years.

You love to laugh. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you will face them with a smile, so people standing beside you will be infected by your smile. Maybe it's the difference in life experience. My personality is different from yours. You love to laugh, and I love to be alone. Even so, we can go forward hand in hand.

However, you and I have never found that your smile is changing me bit by bit and pushing me forward.

We can't escape the fate of unbalanced grades brought by partial subjects. Every time I look at my math scores, I frown and whisper, "Who invented math? Why is it so difficult? " When you heard this, you smiled and said, "My grades are similar to yours. I believe that one day, we can catch up with math! " "When you talk, your mouth rises slightly, forming a beautiful arc, and your eyes are shining with confidence. I was shocked by your confidence. I asked myself silently, have I really tried? However, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

So after class, we will consult the teacher, and after class every day, the two of us will help with math together. Sometimes the teacher will guide us. Every time I encounter a problem, I always have no patience, scratch my hair and look impatient. Soon, I will drop my pen on the table and get angry. Every time, you always smile and take my textbook to read the topic. If you can, you can bring it to me and explain it to me patiently. I lie motionless on the table, but my eyes will follow your movements. After the answer, look at the answer. If you get it right, you'll be happy to get the sugar boy.

Through our unremitting efforts, our math scores have finally improved, and we are no longer worried about the imbalance of our scores.

But in my eyes, success brings you double happiness. I have been curious about why you are so happy more than once, but your answer is beyond my expectation. You said that there are joys and sorrows in a person's life, and happiness is an unhappy day. It is better to live happily every day. You say, smile happily, laugh if you don't want to. When you smile, you become a real smile.

Many years later, we went through the senior high school entrance examination together, but after the exam, we went our separate ways. Although our paths are different, our ultimate goal is the same. The happiness you bring me is endless. Your smile is always in my heart. Every time I think of your words, I will face the difficulties with a smile and live in the present.

It was you who gave me life-saving medicine when I was in trouble. After taking it, it can stop the pain. I think if you are water, then I am a fish living in water.

You are with me on the way forward. Even if I stumble, I can still smile and keep pushing me forward.

It is often said that "companionship is the best gift." That's right! I still remember the incident in kindergarten.

At that time, it was still a kindergarten middle class! One day, the teacher said to everyone, "Tomorrow we will have parent-child activities. Remember to bring your parents! " "We are all very happy, forming a circle and twittering like birds. When I went to bed at noon, I was still whispering to my neighbors! Everyone is very excited and can't wait to go home. Take this good news to mom and dad.

School is finally over! I threw myself into my mother's arms and told her about it. However, after hearing this, she just smiled, glanced at her father, squatted down and said to me, "Ayu, your father and I are very busy, so we may not be able to come." It was like a bolt from the blue, a bolt from the blue. The previous happiness, excitement and expectation suddenly disappeared completely, and it is estimated that it has flown to the outside of the cloud nine! My smile at that time solidified and was replaced by sadness, sadness and disappointment. Tears have been swirling in my eyes for a long time, and now they are "rushing out". I tossed my head, snorted, buried my head under the covers and burst into tears. Actually, there is nothing I can do. My mother is very busy recently and often has to work overtime. So is dad. He sees clients every day and has no time to accompany me.

The next day, I avoided my classmates' inquiries and the teacher's strange eyes. I really spent many years. Although I am absolutely sure that my parents will not come, I still look out of the window from time to time, hoping to see a familiar figure. What a pity! He never showed up again, alas ...

In the afternoon, parent-child activities began. I completely despair, hanging my head, thinking that all activities outside have nothing to do with me, I can't help but sigh again, alas.

"Auntie!" "Huh?" I seem to hear a familiar voice. Forget it. It must be auditory hallucination. I don't even look up, it's useless anyway. "Auntie!" "Huh?" I walked out with the crowd and stopped, but I still didn't want to raise my head. It's just a waste of energy ...

"Yu-",and then I looked up to the left and vaguely saw a familiar figure, getting closer and closer, it was really him-Dad! He was sweating and panting, and obviously he came here. I just wanted to jump on him, but I hesitated-"It's one o'clock now, it's my father's busiest time. How could he ... "My father seemed to see my doubts and panted," I pushed it off today. " This sentence, like a soft music, gently glides through my heart; Another example is a dose of "killing cream", which completely calmed yesterday's anger. Looking at his father, who was still breathing heavily with sweat on his head, his heart seemed to be blocked by something and he could not speak. I just threw myself into my father's arms and burst into tears again. And dad just smiled and didn't speak. ...

Companionship is the best love for children. This experience makes me feel that I have grown a lot. A naive idea also germinated in my heart-I want to be a good father in the future!

Essay 7 on the theme of companionship records the passage of time and the dribs and drabs of the moment when meteors pass by. And I, in this dreamlike years, grew up gradually.

The wind chimes of the years have been shaking for eleven spring and autumn years unconsciously. In the spring and autumn of these eleven years, I have been sad, depressed, happy and excited, but what makes me most gratified is that you have been with me.

As long as I can remember, you have quietly walked into my life.

When I was in kindergarten, you wore colorful clothes. That's right. You told an interesting story. At that time, you were an illustrated Journey to the West, a gourd doll and Snow White. ...

When I was in first grade, you were still wearing beautiful clothes. At that time, you began to tell me about literature and the truth of dealing with people. At that time, you were a literary diary and a meaningful 365 nights. ...

I remember it was a holiday afternoon, and I went to my menstruation home to play. Adults are chatting and I have nothing to do. I didn't know until I entered my cousin's study and saw a cupboard full of books. So you are so good. I took a book from the shelf and was fascinated by it. My cousin quietly walked into the study, stood behind me and shouted. Suddenly, I lost my soul, and I began to cry. My cousin saw me crying, and there was nothing he could do. He was so anxious that he scratched his scalp. When my crying became louder and louder, my cousin patted him on the back of the head and shouted "Yes". He covered my mouth and said, "Stop crying, Sandy. I was wrong just now. I apologize. Listen, don't cry, my cousin will give you this book. " I stopped crying at once and winked and said, "Really? I don't believe it unless you hook me up. " Cousin nodded helplessly and held out his little finger. Thus, a "war without smoke" was solved in the childish words of "hook, hang yourself, never change for a hundred years, anyone who changes is a puppy"

Now, you have taken off your exquisite clothes and put on a simple coat full of literary flavor. At this time, you began to tell me a thought-provoking story, which made me intoxicated, learned endless knowledge and learned how to be an upright person. At this point, you are Ba Jin's home, love education, 100,000 Why, China Celebrity Expo. ...

Life is a thick book, and every page records the footprints of growth. I will read this book carefully. No matter what kind of difficulties and setbacks I encounter, I will not shrink back, because you are with me. When I read you again and again, my heart flies with you and imagines in the ocean of knowledge. It's good to have you with me. I like the smell of this company!