We practiced this composition together.

In the usual study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to writing. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the composition that we walked together and I carefully arranged. Welcome to draw lessons from and refer to. I hope it helps you.

We walked through the composition together 1. How can we forget the days we walked together? The years of growing up together have become my growing years and the rings of your circle. -inscription

My mother once told me that my father planted you the day I left. Maybe it's because I'm in Amanome with you. I've always been so dependent on you and so fond of you. I always hold you in my arms and cry when I am depressed, and tell you the anguish in my heart intermittently, and tell it to your growing body.

I remember when I was in the second grade. It's a late autumn afternoon, and the sun is shining. It was a holiday that day, and I should have gone home in a relaxed and happy mood, but after I got home, I had a contradiction with my classmates, and my heart was very depressed. So, when I got home, I couldn't help coming to your side again. I gently stroked your rough skin and kept telling you my dissatisfaction, my troubles and my worries ... At this time, you were always listening quietly, blocking the hot sunshine for me with dense branches and leaves. The leaves that occasionally fall on me seem to comfort me gently. After spending an afternoon with you, I released all my depression and relaxed a lot.

Do you remember my name on your thick-armed torso when I first entered middle school? The crooked handwriting is like the crooked footprints when I first learned to walk, more like the twigs sticking out of you. Do you remember when my father painted a layer of lime on you, I felt very helpless. I watched you put on an ugly white coat by your father, but I couldn't protect you. I blamed my grandfather. Later I learned that it was actually a protective film.

Now, the once immature young tree has grown into a towering tree with lush foliage, and the shade has covered my joy and sadness; Now, I have grown from ignorance to youth, and got rid of the childishness when I was young. My bitterness and joy are deeply imprinted on you, turning into your rings, interwoven with the lush years when we grew up together.

How can we forget the days we walked together, dear little tree, and we will walk together in the future.

It's been a month since we walked through composition 2 and entered middle school together. I'm already familiar with middle school life. However, I still can't bear to part with my old friends. Looking back on the days I spent with my childhood friends, I feel a little sad and deeply missed.

Six years of study and life passed in a blink of an eye, and I still remember those warm scenes.

In the past six years, everyone has helped me like the stars in the sky, and I can't count them. Let me open the floodgate of memory and tell you a few things!

Once I accidentally threw up all over the classroom because I ate unclean food. Suddenly there was a bad smell in the classroom. I was very upset and felt that it had brought trouble to my teachers and classmates. Just when I was at my wit's end, the teacher rushed over to ask me questions and poured me water to gargle. The students didn't blame me, but took the initiative to pick up the broom and sweep it. Although I feel uncomfortable, my heart is warm.

Another time, after the graduation exam, several female students wrote and directed a graduation ceremony without anyone knowing. When we came to primary school on the last day, we were shocked by what we saw: the classroom was beautifully decorated by our classmates, and there were many ribbons and balloons on the wall, all of which were bought by ourselves. I grew up in such a United and harmonious class and learned a lot. ...

In class, I study hard with everyone. Help each other and work hard. Our class has successively won the titles of "Excellent Class Collective in Canglang District" and "Elegant Class". Although this is just a title, it embodies the concerted efforts of Qi Xin in our class and everyone's hard work.

In the past six years, we have stepped on the same land, with a blue sky overhead, and grew up happily; In these six years, we went to school facing the sunrise and played with the sunset; Over the past six years, we have poured heat into rivers and built ships with confidence, proving that we are beacon lights in the distance. ...

The days we spent together are so unforgettable and unforgettable. That touching scene, that warm and happy day, will remain in my memory forever.

We walked through composition 3 together, remembering the time when we played as children, and the corners of our mouths evoked a sweet smile without warning. All I can think about is the picture of us "running"

Kindergarten books are a child's happiest time, and her appearance has doubled my happiness. We were the most naive when we were young. We often play house. She is a mother. I often get sick and act like a spoiled brat in her arms. She always meets my needs. When I was a child, it seemed to us that playing games 100 times would not be boring. It is no exaggeration to say that except for three meals a day, almost everyone else is playing hide-and-seek, rubber jumping and catching chickens with an eagle.

Even the best friends will quarrel, but they will not go away. We will also be flushed because of some trivial things, and we will not give in to each other, but we will still be talking and laughing together as usual the next day. When I was a child, I should be the most ignorant. I will go to MengMeng's house and slap her because I am worried about my mother, forcing her to run away from home with me. I was so overbearing, but she didn't complain.

I will be the first to stand in front of her when she is bullied by boys, and bravely use my tender shoulders to shelter her from the wind and rain. I still remember the scene when we were chased by the owner of the farm because we were bored at school and lied that we were not feeling well. Although we are still young, we are called fast runners. Maybe it's my corn temptation.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and many things have found earth-shaking changes, but what remains unchanged is the beautiful memories of those three years. After so many ups and downs, I still missed seeing the rainbow. It's a pity that we are all grown up and can't go back.

We walked through the friendship of friends together, taller than the sky and wider than the ground. We will certainly remember those days.

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A friend is a harp, playing a wonderful life; Friends are tea and taste the fragrance of life; A friend is a pen, recording a happy life; Friends are songs that sing a warm life.

Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Friendship is the sincere treatment of two hearts, not the beating of one heart on the other."

Summer is the craziest time for the hot devil, who extends his claws to the world without scruple.

Hot, hot, hot, except hot. The dog gasped when the cicada called. But I still have to go to school, look up, the bright sunshine, bow my head, and my legs are soft from the heat. Oh, dear! Oh, I forgot to bring my paper ticket. My friend saw me like this and bought me water with the money she was going to buy ice cream. There is another person who refuses to lend it to me when he clearly has money on him. People's hearts are black and white.

When the class was over, the secretary said, "I went to play." Seeing that I was indifferent, I shouted, "Stop learning, or you will become a bookworm!" " "But my secretary, I know, and my grades.

She loves learning and is ready to help others. Once, I was ill and needed a book to tell me the focus of my study now. The notebook she just bought was knocked over by me in the water tray, but he didn't lose his temper. He just looked at me and tried to pretend to be poor and smiled. How well we get along!

"Friends have been together all their lives, and those days are gone. In short, a friend is never alone when he loves a glass of wine all his life ... "

The days we have lived together are sweet and sour, joyful and sad, joyful and anxious, joyful and sad, and joyful and sad. "The most precious thing in the world is sincere friendship, and the happiest thing is to quietly recall the sweet past." Sincerely, she and frankly, I went through six years of primary school together.

On the eve of graduation, she said to me, "All good things must come to an end. After getting along, we will leave. Remember the days we have passed. "

"to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." I believed what she said.

Think of your angelic smile, I am unwilling, unwilling, I couldn't find you before.

We practiced the fifth composition together. Friends are oases in the desert, friends are sunshine in the haze, and leaders help you when you are in danger.

In the fourth grade, I had an inseparable friend, Chen. We go to school together, laugh together, play together and lose together every day. Crying together is almost like two magnets inseparable. Even after quarreling, we laugh it off, but often sincere friends often have setbacks and pains.

I remember that time we had a big fight. But one summer morning, you called and said you were going to play football. I rushed over at that time. I dribbled directly on the playground and passed many people, but at the end of my shot, I missed. I stepped forward and said, Mr. Chen is not good at technology. Don't brag. Let me help you. At that time, you just smiled. After that, we cooperated and transported through the crowd very easily, ready to shoot! I passed you the ball, but you missed it. I was angry and anxious. I said to you loudly, how did you set it up? How can you be so bad? You are blushing and don't know what to say. I saw your tears coming from your eyes, and you came back to your home. Although I know I have gone too far, I still keep talking about this rubbish. Let's go! Nobody left him!

Then I was absent-minded when I played football. Until I got home, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I picked up my cell phone and called you. The phone was connected, but I didn't hear a deep voice. I know this is a big blow to you, so I will calm down and say I'm sorry. Let's make up. I don't know what happened. Hello is the message of rejuvenation. Tell me, and I'll wait for your words. After that, our friendship returned to its original state.

Then something happened. I couldn't stand the result when you transferred to another school. I often lock myself in my room alone and cry. Pillows and sheets are often wet. I often dream about you, but my dreams are often unsatisfactory. My dreams are always false. How I wish you could come back to see me, even for once.

Stars, how many stars can't be reunited? How many memories are washed away by tears? We walked together that year.

We walked through composition 6 "The Struggle of Ant Tribe" together, but everyone who read it was deeply touched. The word "struggle" is very common. But who cares? Who thought of it? Dreams are beautiful. Is that the whole process is full of struggle. Life has dreams, struggles and is more exciting!

One's life should always live in struggle. The road ahead is far away, full of thorns and obstacles, unfathomable. Bill Gates once said: "Once you have made a decision, don't delay, do whatever you think and act immediately, but it took countless failures to lead to the present success." But they are still struggling! "

Maybe we don't know that small land, but we can't change the social reality. We are not great men like Marx and Engels. Without the ability to ascend to heaven, we don't want to be eliminated by society, we must work hard and adapt to everything in society! Day after day, year after year, in a blink of an eye, junior high school life is coming to an end, the first big choice of life beckons to us, and all the students are struggling. We know better than anyone that "if young people don't work hard, the boss will be sad."

Every successful person goes from failure to success. They have experienced more ups and downs than ordinary people, but they never give up. Keep forging ahead and strive to create a brilliant future of life.

In the journey of life, there is always a strong voice with me: as long as there is breath, we must keep creating, and only creation can yield, and life is a process of struggle. Everyone is eager for "a pie in the sky", but the strong voice of life tells me that opportunities only favor those who pursue it unremittingly. Wait? It's just a waste of youth. Sighing is a sign of cowardice. When the struggle will be useful, cheer up, re-recognize and choose a new goal, and you will feel a new world of life! See the new color of life! Sing the song in your heart

Struggle, let's go together!

We have gone through the time when composition 7 was soaked in the color as thick as the sun. Fortunately, we walked together.

Do you still remember that three years ago, we met under lush trees, in the midsummer season with trees, and when we first looked back on our youth, we saw innocence for the first time.

So-stop, stop, look back. ...

The blue sky on campus witnessed our sweat. On the oval runway, we encouraged and supported each other and shed tears and sweat without stint. When a student is about to give up, he will pat him on the shoulder and say come on. I will try my best to finish the competition. Even though I am sweating, I still have you to accompany me through the difficulties.

The sun splashed on the window and printed a bright red cross on the test paper. "Can you do this problem? Tell me about it! I counted it several times and it was all wrong! " She nodded and taught me the method without reservation. She spoke seriously and I listened carefully. "will it?" "How did you get here?" She was not impatient, but told me again very carefully ... Finally, when I suddenly realized and smiled awkwardly, she smiled contentedly, her eyebrows stretched, and her eyes showed happiness and pride. I was once confused, but you accompanied me through the wrong road.

Finally, we walked to that love class together. A bright inspirational note on the blackboard behind, a small photo wall at the front door of the classroom, and a photo recording growth; The green potted plants on the cupboard, like angels in green clothes, quietly and dutifully help us purify the air. In this place, we have gained too much, and the awards on the wall are our proud glory. All this adds a lot of different fun to our boring study life, and also draws a bright mark for our growth.

Youth is a bridge from innocence to wisdom and strength. Just a classmate and a teenager, a young man, full of pursuit and struggle.

In youth, we walked together and felt this wonderful time of forging ahead.

We walked through composition 8 together. The seasons alternate and the stars shift. I am a junior high school student near the senior high school entrance examination. Suddenly, everyone has spent three seasons. I think it's interesting to recall the past, even if it was noisy, but at that time we quarreled over a little thing. People are always like this, and they don't know how to cherish until they lose it. It's interesting to recall the days when we used to go together. ...

I still clearly remember the result of my first exam in Grade One: the fifth from the bottom in my class. Hearing the news, I just felt like a bolt from the blue and thunder in the rain. I have no face to tell my parents because they don't expect me to.

My family is in the countryside, and the economic conditions at home are not very good. But my father still paid a high tuition fee to send me to study in the city. He just wants me to have a bright future. After I knew I was wrong, I began to study very hard. Teachers and classmates are also happy to help me, and my grades will go up soon.

I have asthma since I was a child. After I entered junior high school, asthma suddenly recurred. After living in the hospital for a week, my parents are rushing for my medical expenses. One day, several students in our class came to see me. I'm glad to meet them. At least I know my classmates care about me. The next day, they came to see me again and brought donations from teachers and classmates, which made me very moved. I was discharged from the hospital soon.

We used to climb mountains together, have an outing together, fly kites together, study hard together, and forge ahead towards our goals together ... We used to walk through Qian Shan together, and that time was always beautiful and pleasant! Now that we are going to part, I can only say to you: "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." Let's take this wonderful memory to a new life!

We walked through composition 9 together, where I personally experienced the feeling of being a soldier and the richness of the military camp, which was different from my previous life.

First of all, let's start with eating. Every time you eat, you should line up neatly, March neatly and walk into the restaurant singing loud military songs. Then listen to the instructions to eat and give the order to "sit down" before the "little soldier" can sit down; You can't eat until you start eating. Look! Soldiers eat so seriously!

Secondly, it is training. Every time you train, no matter how the weather changes, you must receive training; Whether it's mosquito bites or physical discomfort, we should keep training. Standing in the military posture during training means standing there motionless, like tall and straight pine trees. The training of soldiers is so hard! I sweated profusely and my legs and feet ached during training. After the evening training, I fell asleep in bed and didn't even dream.

Finally, talk about housekeeping. When cleaning the house, fold the quilt square, like tofu. Everything on the bed should be put in your own cupboard except the quilt and pillow. Otherwise, the instructor will throw away all the extra things when checking. Towels, cups and shoes are put in another designated cupboard. We "little soldiers" put them away one by one according to the instructor's guidance. The hardest thing is to fold the quilt. The instructor gave us a demonstration first. We ran to the bed and quickly folded the quilt. I folded it quickly according to the instructor's method, and other campers were envious when they saw my folded quilt. See they haven't been folded yet, so I will explain and guide them. After several efforts, we folded it according to the requirements of the instructor. It turns out that tidying up the house is not that simple!

Look! How colorful the life in the barracks is. Through this summer camp, I personally experienced the ups and downs of soldiers. It is not easy to be a good soldier!

We walked through the composition 10. The loud alarm disturbed my tired nerves and smelled the morning. I scrambled out of bed. Fortunately, although the alarm sounds a little ugly in the past five years, my voice is still very clear.

I dragged heavy hair to wash my face, and the process of drainage made me sleepy. I folded the towel with several holes in my hand to a flat place, and the blue on the towel was not so pure. I still use it day after day, not nostalgia. It's really hard to give it up when it is abandoned.

The above is awkward, but this is really the situation on the day of writing the article, and then I went to the tennis interest group, which is a rare new part of my life.

After the interest group ended, the sunshine was a little dazzling. My mother and I hurried to get on the Amigues Ni electric car with "half" brake failure and rushed to Canglang Pavilion. The journey was a little bumpy, but I was lazily lying on my mother's back watching strangers smile happily, and I was relieved and relaxed.

When you arrive at Canglang Pavilion, you will have a feeling of deja vu. Today, cameras with childish dolls seem to have little power, and the garden is not crowded. We also go with the flow.

This morning passed smoothly, but it was a more substantial half-day in seven days. In the afternoon, it is boring homework time. I was lazy from beginning to end. I was a little ashamed but happy to drag my mother away during the holiday.

At night, the lights are on, and the market outside is in full swing. I am very tired of this composition. I have only lived for more than ten years, but my feelings for life are broken, and when it breaks out, it is all water under the bridge. Whether it's a half-broken electric car or a leaky rotten towel, I'm embarrassed to throw anything away. You accompanied me through ups and downs, even if it was only for one day. Without you, maybe I will be late, maybe I will be sloppy, but I have always relied on you-all the scenery in my life is showing.

By the time I finished my homework, the dark night had slowly arrived and the beautiful day had passed with me. I would be very happy if I could say "meet for the first time" to all the time that accompanied me.

We walked past the white paper on the desk of the composition 1 1 and it was gently rolled up by the wind. Gou Xianbi rolled to the right, and everything seemed quiet. I can't help but recall the years when I walked with painting.

When I was young, when I was still in kindergarten, my teacher taught us to draw. Since then, my interest in painting has been hooked up. Draw a simple children's picture with a watercolor pen every day. Although the painting is not good-looking, I am very satisfied and happy every time.

When I was old, I asked my mother to sign me up for an interest class, and I would go painting every weekend. At first, I didn't draw as well as the people I studied, but I didn't give up. Later, I began to make progress little by little. I not only learned how to draw a beautiful picture from painting, but also learned how to do one thing well by persistence. I experienced this obsession with painting.

Painting has been with me for a long time and has given me a lot of comfort and encouragement. When I fail in the exam and feel depressed, as long as I pick up the brush and look at the lines drawn by myself as beautiful little people, my depressed mood will be dispelled at once, because every time I finish a painting, I always feel that my good mood or bad mood has flowed to the paper through the brush. Every painting is the mark of my growth, and painting has accompanied me through the years of growth.

Now, I am a junior high school student, from drawing cartoons to drawing sketches. Every time I pick up a pencil, I will be immersed in a world of black, white and gray. Since I learned to sketch, my personality has become more and more calm and quiet, because drawing a sketch not only takes a long time, but also requires sitting in one place all the time. Only in this way can I draw a good sketch. It is precisely because I learned to draw that my personality became very calm and quiet, which improved my study.

Because of painting, I can become more and more excellent; Because of painting, I found a good partner to talk to.

Painting, thank you for accompanying me through the ups and downs of growing up.

We walked through the composition 12 road together and renovated it again and again. What remains unchanged are dim street lamps and deep affection.

Time is like water, flowing slowly. In a blink of an eye, we walked together in the stream of time for fourteen years.

I remember when I was a child, the road was dirt and not wide, but it could hold our figure. At that time, I was young, and you were as tall as a wall, which could shelter me from the wind and rain. I walk slowly, like a small step, while your steps are fast and big, bringing up dust. You hold my hand, big hand, rough, vicissitudes, experience years. Holding my tender little hand, walking on this long road. The road is flat and there are few cars, although it will raise sand. And our speed is slow, at least for you. I know, you were waiting for me, then, now or in the future? Will you wait for me again? On the way of growing up, you have been waiting for me and accompanied me through a long journey with my slow pace.

I remember a few years ago, when we were rebellious and frivolous, we often had contradictions and gradually reduced our communication, as if it would intensify as soon as we opened our mouths. We always run away, afraid to be in the same space with each other. Finally one day, you can't help it. You asked me to go out for a walk with you. It's the same way, but the dust is no longer flying. The dim light of the street lamp shines on the cement road, and there are few pedestrians on the road. I walk very fast, my shadow keeps shaking, but you walk slowly behind me, and your figure is very stable. We didn't say anything, but we accepted each other like hearts. Thank you for your tolerance and tolerance of my confusion.

Now, it's still that long road, and we walk side by side under the street lamp. You are neither a poet nor a philosopher, but you can solve many of my troubles. I no longer look up as I did when I was a child, but share the happiness and distress in my life with you like an old friend. We can talk about famous books and celebrities, and there are always many topics.

Others always praise maternal love. I think fatherly love is rational and rational, which promotes people's growth. It showed me the way when I was confused and dark.

Thank you for the years you have spent with us!

We walked through the composition of 13 together. In life, there are always some people or things who have spent some time with you. There are unforgettable teachers, fathers who love mountains, and mothers who love their mothers like water. But it was my friend and my "pet"-Toby who accompanied me through primary school for three years.

Toby is a lovely brown bear. He has a pair of shiny eyes with black beans, a small triangular nose, and what's more lovely is that he has four chubby little claws and two big trumpet-shaped ears. His favorite thing to eat is a pen. Let me tell you a secret. He is an expert in eating pens. He can eat all my old pens and new pens. Shh! Don't tell him, or he will be angry. Ha ha! It's actually my pencil case.

Toby has been with me since the third grade. We face all kinds of difficulties and dangers together, and share the happiness and joy after experiencing difficulties together. With him, I have experienced what is hard work, what is sharing, what is dedication and what is friendship. This morning, I was very happy to hold him, remembering our little things together, and my mind was like a movie. From the third grade to the present, this loyal friend has always accompanied me and often brought me good luck and happiness. I still remember that once a difficult math additional problem stumped me and confused me. I looked at Toby helplessly. He lay quietly in front of me, as if to say to me, "You must carefully examine the questions when you do them!" " "I saw through his mind, so I carefully examined the problem again. I really found a breakthrough and finally succeeded. The joy of victory permeated my face. I want to share it with Toby, so I hold Toby in my hand and stick him to his cute little face happily.

I like Toby, I love Toby, I believe we will always be friends, and I hope he can accompany me on the road of life to continue to write greater glory!

We walked through the composition 14 together. With your company, I spent thirteen spring and autumn. With your company, I have walked through the storm all the way; With your company, I have this golden age. We have walked all the way, through the road of life.

Tea, father

A pot of tea, feel the curled cigarette, like Zhu Ziqing's back, exquisite and pure, sunny and moist. The ancients said "a father loves a mountain", that's right! Although my father always loves stubbornness and insists on himself on the surface, I believe that his heart must trust me and understand me. There must be a thousand words hidden in his heart, the most romantic love, ethereal and delicate emotions. When I am happy, my father feels proud inside; When I am sad, my father is my strong backing; When you are down, your father is the person you talk to.

In the days we walked together, my father was a pot of tea, which gradually penetrated into my heart in the rising cigarettes, making me confident and strong.

Lights, mom.

A lamp, feel the soft and warm light, she is like a bright lamp in the dark, a glimmer of light in the yellow halo, and a glimmer of hope where there is no line. The ancients said that "maternal love is like water", that's right! Mother is always considerate, carefully arranges her study and life, and always patiently teaches her shortcomings. Motherly love, like water, moistens my heart all the time, and there is infinite care for me behind it.

In the days we walked together, my mother was a lamp. In the darkest moment, let me regain my confidence and point me in the right direction.

He is tea, giving me confidence and strength when I am lost.

She is a lamp that gives me light and hope in the dark.

Life will have ups and downs, but we will walk together, and there will be a rainbow after the storm.

Looking back, thirteen spring and autumn years, that is the most beautiful memory.

We walked together, this wonderful time.

We walked through the composition 15 together. Now, the four seasons cycle, everything is renewed, and things are different.

Whose shoulders the years depend on, whose years are getting old, but I still remember the shyness when I first met you, but it's the same. You have accompanied me through these two years.

How lucky I am to meet you in this life. You have enriched my youth and made me no longer lonely. Recalling the past, your bright smile reflected in front of my eyes; In the depths of memory, the past is vivid; Looking back, our laughter came into view. Fighting again and again, fighting again and again, makes our relationship closer and deeper, and makes our will stronger. In the past two years, countless challenges will beat me in the dark. It was you who opened the dark clouds in my heart and let me see the dawn.

It was you who accompanied me through two spring, summer, autumn and winter, and you told me that it was too cold up there when I was confused. When I was proud, you told me not to be proud. We supervise and encourage each other. Perseverance in the face of difficulties, the sentence you often say makes me remember deeply. "The most terrible thing in the world is that people who are better than you are still working hard." This sentence has always inspired me to keep fighting and challenging myself. Makes me unwilling to give up easily. In the past two years, struggles and challenges have accompanied us.

Two years has made us grow up, and we are no longer shy at first sight. Two years, neither long nor short, but enough to change a lot. We have worn off our original pride and become more mature and steady. Now we are like a sharp knife, sharpened to be more bloodthirsty. Today, we stop being reckless and become calm. We began to put on various masks and perform our own performances, but often the camouflage was torn off. When you want to cry, he will cry with you When you want to laugh, he will accompany you through the storm and find your own way hand in hand. In the past two years, we have walked together.

Although two years have passed, how many years do we still have for us to struggle and struggle? But having you with me these two years, I feel very fulfilled and happy.

In the past two years, we have walked together. Flower of life will never wither and its fighting spirit will never give up!