Accompany the second grade composition

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, through which their scattered thoughts can be gathered together. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my companion's composition in Grade Two, hoping to help everyone.

Accompanied by the second grade composition 1 butterfly, a faint fragrance floated; During the misty rain, a few strands of memory were wet and cool.

You fell into the world wearing a plain clothes, like a butterfly flying among flowers, covered with fragrant pollen, and flew into my dream on a quiet night.

Your gorgeous dance lured me into this camellia. The swallows on your clothes whisper, and the jade in the crown is the finishing touch, showing a smart charm with a smile.

I can't forget your company, which makes me dream.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandfather's house and smiled peacefully in the warm sunshine. Grandpa is an opera fan, and I was influenced by opera since I was a child. On a pleasant afternoon, the oriole sang tactfully and the frog sang loudly, forming a natural symphony. The old radios that were popular in the 1950s and 1960s began to babble, and melodious opera sounds floated in, flowing in the bright sunshine, laughing and laughing. Grandpa lies on the bench to rest, his fingers beating with the melody, and occasionally he feels deeply and his mind will shake gently.

Warm wind, light sunshine, birds singing, like a dream spring rain, flowing like a clear spring. At the moment, I always like to move a small bench and sit in front of that old radio, propping up my sleepy head with snow-white elbows and insisting on listening to opera.

Childhood is short and precious, and I spend every afternoon rhyming. The first time I met the drama rhyme, I was green and hazy.

With the growth of my age, I have read the classic operas in the book, and I am still interested. Sometimes, the whole afternoon is immersed in a strong drama style. There are many kinds of operas. However, no matter what kind of drama, drama words have their own uniqueness. There are seven words, five words and nine words. Dramatic words are concise and not complicated, so the meaning stops here, and there will be no more words. Under the warm sunshine, the light spot under the alienated flower shadow screen falls on my desk, and the brilliance reflects the brilliance.

In the hot afternoon, I always like to stay at home, savoring the unique charm of traditional Chinese opera and recalling those subtle and explosive emotions.

In adolescence, I inevitably have a lot of troubles. I cried and made noise in Go to the Opera House, as if the continuous drama could heal people's hearts and heal their wounds. With the drama rhyme, my temperament became gentle and I stopped losing my temper. The sound of the play is like a dream, which brings me into a fragrant world, where all beautiful things are born.

Connected with the drama rhyme, the heart yearns for it.

Later, I was lucky enough to watch a big drama "The Legend of the White Snake". The lights gather and disperse, and the bubbles are disillusioned. I saw the actors come out, shaking their fans, raising their eyebrows and kissing their sleeves; As soon as I opened my mouth, I was stunned by the years. The flower cavity is fine and the fingers are light, and the pace is as light as a swallow's tail crossing a lake and leaning on a weeping willow.

Eyes flashing, slightly supporting the face, a smell,-change. The scene is constantly changing, and the mood of the characters is getting higher and higher. The audience under the stage are staring at the people on the stage. The sound of the play is long, as if a hundred flowers are blooming, showing a beautiful scenery. Green tea is pleasant and I am addicted to it. ...

Childhood, growing up in the drama that affects the soul; Gradually develop and grow in the vigorous and concise drama; Teenagers, presented in a touching drama. Play rhyme, accompanied me to grow up, gave me endless inspiration. A young scholar with clean hands and smiling face, a gentle and beautiful woman full of poetry and painting, and the shaping of classic characters are all the crystallization of China traditional opera culture, all of which are permeated with cultural nourishment.

Time is shallow, memory is cool; Play rhyme leaves fragrance, with my heart.

On the riverside, light rain is rendering the ink color of Lingnan; The blue waves are rippling, the weeping willows are drooping, and the sound of ancient operas is with me. Tsing Yi and Hua Dan seem to reappear in front of us, and they are coming slowly through the clouds.

There is a feeling in the world called "love", between parents and children, between lovers and between friends. The most beautiful thing about love is companionship.

mother love

Love is the most beautiful language. The word "love" is the most appropriate word for mother. Motherly love, a simple word, contains everything in the world, warm and touching. "Get up", ... "Come and have dinner" ... "Be careful when you go out" ... "Why did you do so badly in the exam again?" ... these are all your mother's nagging, and they are also the "Tang Priest" in the hearts of many children. Maybe this is annoying. Maybe this is the voice you have heard countless times, but in my opinion, this is the most beautiful language in the world. Every greeting, every sentence, even every word, contains the mother's worry, concern, miss, and even eager hope and companionship for her children. What is great love? This is love.

paternal love

Love is the most beautiful companion. Unlike his mother, my father has no tenderness and love, and no tender and touching words. However, this lofty mountain like a pariah is not as heavy as it should be, nor is it too harsh. He just silently accompanied his children, standing in front of me like a towering tree, and he always did his father's duty with his actions. When I was young and frivolous, he would scold me and whip my heart. When I want to give up, he will stand by me silently and support me with invisible strength. He will always touch my cheek with rough big hands and only clumsily tuck me in when I am asleep. He will only hold up my dream with wide and comfortable arms. He has no flowery language. When I don't listen to talk back to him, I will only turn around silently and quietly wipe away the muddy tears. In my eyes, he loves more deeply than his mother, loves more directly than his mother, and carries more weight than his dear. What is great love? It's company.

friendship

Love is the most beautiful dedication. Friendship, including many teachers and students, is friendship; Having brothers is friendship; Having enemies is also friendship. Teachers and students are the closest friendship. People think that it is natural for teachers to contribute and students to learn. But the teacher broke through the shackles of ordinary and became great. They do contribute a lot, but students may not learn from them. Many people waste their teachers' youth and energy in vain and don't cherish the help and knowledge given by this lovely person. This is a big taboo. While teaching and educating people, teachers themselves are eroded by chalk and blackboard like candles. Students' duty is to purify teachers' body and soul while learning knowledge. This is mutual benefit, not a goal. The more teachers always contribute, the more they get hurt. But they always hold the pen of hope in their hands, and their knife-like eyes shine with dazzling light, which is daunting and frightening. An ordinary pen writes the future of a nation! What is great love? Is dedication.

Perhaps my understanding of "love" is not enough, or perhaps the word "love" is too heavy to write more understanding and sentiment now. But in the end, the most beautiful thing about love is companionship.

Accompanied by the second day's composition 3, the sunset stayed on the west side of the playground, the golden red afterglow dispersed in the air, the world churned with restless breath, and the tired birds disappeared behind the distant mountains with thin gold. The shadow of Karen and I running on the plastic track was stretched and compressed by the sunset.

It spreads upward from the ankle, and the pain and swelling caused by the heavy feeling make the pace slower and slower. "Hum-hoo-hoo-",the shortness of breath and wet back made my nose swell badly, and this sour taste quickly penetrated into the tip of the tongue, just like in the lonely early autumn, a thin lemon was put on the tip of the tongue, with a bleak bitterness in it, and the pace slowed down independently ... Slow down ... Karen turned her head and wiped it on her dark face.

This disgusting sports meeting, this damn all-staff sports meeting, I remember that on the day when I chose athletes, I was thin and didn't like sports, so when I signed up, I sat alone in the corner watching Dream of the Wolf King, and I didn't know who poked me a few times behind, so I quickly stood up. It's Aaron. He pushed the glasses frame and looked at me. "Good! Just right, hey, you come to run this1500 m. " Aaron is the sports committee member of his class, with a healthy body and a warm and friendly heart. I remember when he was running for the sports committee, he said that his campaign goal was to make every student in the class have a strong body to cope with high school life. It seems that now he is ready to achieve one of his campaign goals. "I can't, I, Aaron, I ..." Something choked my throat, like Donald Duck with a flat mouth for a long time. All right! Karen raised her hand, pressed her palm hard, and motioned me to sit down. I just stood there. "It's okay, Xiao, I'll accompany you to exercise this time, and I'll cheer for you then ..." I looked at Aaron for a long time and didn't speak, as if I had put down a piece of Huang Lian in my heart, and the thick bitterness had been stuck in my heart, as if it had been picked up from waste paper, crumpled up and kept beating for a long time.

Aaron's steps suddenly accelerated, and his feet were lifted, bent and straightened in the sun. I can almost hear Aaron's heavy groans every time his footsteps fall to the ground, but I can't see the pain of Aaron's struggle. I only see his tall and straight figure and dark face.

Encouraged by Aaron, we were forced to lift again. Just a few steps later, the subsided pain and swelling came like a flood, and we were about to stop. Aaron stepped back, stepped back. "Come on, Xiao, there are only two laps left ... participating in the sports meeting is secondary, and exercising is our ultimate goal." The voice of encouragement is particularly vivid in the sunset, just like a newborn bird's beak. When I encounter difficulties, a good classmate can accompany me and face challenges together. Because of the company and encouragement, the pain along the way is less lonely and there is nowhere to hide.

The setting sun shines obliquely in the west, gritting your teeth and running forward with all your strength. The fading sunset disappears with tired pain. Waving sweaty hands, I seem to have a candy in my heart. Sweet, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the runway, and the two running figures are gradually drifting away. Occasionally, a few laughter and laughter came from time to time. ...

The figure running in the sunset is getting faster and faster, the sweetness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, the pain on my body is getting weaker and weaker, and the expectation for the sports meeting is becoming more and more obvious. Sports meeting, I'm coming, I'm ready. ...

People always say I'm lonely. I am alone when I eat, alone when I go to school, and alone when I run on the playground, without friends. I used to think so.

I was asked to be independent from an early age. I often take the subway alone and spend a long time going to classes in other places. The journey is too long and boring. I always carry a book and recite it according to the requirements of the school. On an extremely ordinary day, I stood on the podium with my head down and a book on my back. The cold wind bypassed me and made a turn. I was shivering with cold and couldn't help turning up the collar of my sweater and putting on a heavy hat. With a wry smile, I buried my face in the book and refused this loneliness. The wind was a little milder, but my heart was still as cold.

"Didi-"I wonder when the train arrived. As soon as the car door opened, I was squeezed into the carriage, and my book almost fell off, like a hidden treasure. The guard missed the handle and almost fell in. He finally stopped to stabilize his center of gravity, only to find that there was no room to hold the handle in the car, sitting or playing with his mobile phone or sleeping, standing in a daze. I can't even stand still, let alone read a book, and turn around in confusion. Oh, it's another person who is so overwhelmed and feels even worse.

Suddenly, I don't know who ordered my bag with his finger. When I turned around, I saw an uncle. He stood up while sitting. "Let me read it to you." Then he stepped aside. Suddenly froze, paused for a few seconds, and I thanked him in a hurry. I sat down and looked up at my uncle instead of reading. He put his hands in his pockets and his feet spread apart, and the shaking of the car made him shake with him. He couldn't stand still, but he gave up his seat to me. A stranger gave up his seat, but it moved me. That lonely and cold heart warmed up, and that strange but warm concern turned the original uneasiness into a pool of water. After a pause, I picked up the book again and got off the bus. The cold wind is still there, but my heart is not cold.

But in the end, I am still alone. I walked into the elevator with my head down. There were so many people that I had to stand by and watch the door. "Be careful," a hand grabbed my arm and dragged me in. "Come in, come in." Only then did I notice that my long hair was curled into strands, so I went in and pulled it down gently. "What floor?" The voice rang again. Looking up, I found a little boy shorter than me, probably in primary school. "23。" "Very good." He stretched out his arm and pressed the floor with difficulty, but it was not necessary, because although I walked in, I still leaned against the door and could press it easily. But there is still a feeling of moving in my heart.

The elevator went up all the way, and the little boy and his classmates talked and laughed, and they all went down, taking away a large number at once. Finally, I was the only one left in the empty elevator. Habitual sigh, another person, without company, reacts, how can I be lonely with those strange and warm company.

So I'm not afraid of being alone anymore. Whenever a person swims like a fish against the current in the crowd, he no longer feels lonely inside, because I have always been accompanied.

Accompany the second grade composition 5. When the sun goes down, it rises again. When the moon is missing, it is round again; The stars are gone, but sometimes they come out; When the candle goes out, it will shine again ... but our primary school life is gone forever? We are about to leave our beloved school and classroom, our beloved teachers and friendly classmates. At this moment, how much I want to leave you ...

It was a strange place when I first entered the school, but I stayed here for several years. The beautiful campus makes me unforgettable. The school often echoed with the sound of reading and the laughter of classmates. There are birds singing here, trees blocking the sun for students, our footprints, laughter and good memories on campus ... these will soon disappear.

The first time I saw you, I was moved by your kind face. You chat with me in kind words. It is you who hold my little hand and lead me to the world of knowledge. Your class is so vivid, rich and interesting that every sentence seems to open a window for me and let me see a colorful world. With you, flowers are in full bloom, gardens are so beautiful and the earth is full of spring. Your smile, your figure and your personality are all part of my heart. I may give you a headache, worry and be happy ... Anyway, you are my beloved teacher. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. You are the street lamp in my life, illuminating my way forward. You are the spring rain, nourishing our saplings. I will always remember your teachings.

With the growth of our classmates, we have enjoyed beautiful flowers, tasted delicious food and fantasized about the future world. We have had calm like water and fierce competition; Your laughter, cheers, scenes emerge in front of my eyes. When I am in trouble, you always help me tide over the difficulties; When I am sad, you will try your best to comfort me, which is closely related to our friendship. Friendship is a clear spring, which makes people forget their bitterness; Friendship is a gentle spring breeze that makes people feel warm; Friendship is a jar of honey, which makes people happy and warm; Friendship is a glass of wine. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it becomes. ...

Graduation is both happy and painful. The good news is that we can go to an ideal school, find more friends and broaden our horizons. Sadly, we left the school, teachers and classmates who accompanied me for many years. ...

When I was a child, I thought graduation was out of reach, but now graduation is close at hand. Time spent together, no more or less. I think it would be great if time could stop and stop flowing forward. However, time passes by us mercilessly, and when we find it, it is silent.

Years are like clouds, and time flies. We should overcome difficulties, race against time and pursue our dreams. On this parting occasion, my mood can't be calm. After several years of hard work, the flowers are blooming and the fruits are ripe, and our time is not wasted. ...

I am looking forward to an unexpected letter, the fragrance of a bunch of flowers, a huge fruit, a thriving young tree, a reunion party and a surprise meeting ... After graduation, when the wind blows, we are like dandelions, and everyone goes to their own place to enjoy a new life, start a new beginning and start a new chapter. ...