In our daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that we can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that can be understood by others. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the composition on the topic of companionship that I have compiled for you, for reference only, hoping to help you. Composition 1
A happy childhood cannot be separated from parents' deep care and warm companionship.
from the moment I was born, my parents' love went hand in hand. Every caring look, every earnest bent over and taught, every warm embrace and caring greeting filled my parents' care and love for me. When I am unhappy, my mother is the first to bend down to bring me great concern and comfort; When I feel unwell, it is my father and mother who have been holding hands and waiting for me at the bedside all night. When I encounter setbacks, it is my father and mother who keep cheering for me, encouraging me and earnestly admonishing me. For six years, my father sent me to school by bike, rain or shine. I nest behind my father, and my father's back has become my "windbreak wall". Even in winter, I won't feel cold. On the bike, my father's love for me was enlarged, strengthened and became extremely warm. On the bike, my father also helped me review what I had learned along the way, and every word of exhortation condensed his painstaking efforts ... < P > My happy childhood was inseparable from the company of books.
books are still medicine. If you read them well, you can cure fools. Reading a good book is like talking to a noble person. I love reading. Everyone says that I am a "bookworm". Once I get involved in books, I can read for hours. My parents call me, and I just don't hear it. I am completely immersed in the world of words and can't extricate myself. I have developed the 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 in the writing process. Books have inspired my wisdom and cultivated my sentiment. Enriched my spiritual world.
My happy childhood can't be separated from the company of unpacked toys.
I have been in contact with all kinds of assembled toys since I was three years old. Every time I get a set of assembled toys, I will immediately open the package and assemble them cheerfully according to the drawings. Everyone praised me as a "small expert in assembling". I love watching the sci-fi movie Star Wars. As a child who loves sci-fi and likes to have fun and assemble, I can highly restore the characters, scenes and vehicles in the movie with Lego toys. I often use the parts in my hands to design my own ideas and assemble a world in my heart. Assembling toys not only exercises my hands-on ability and imagination, but also makes me experience the feeling of "creator".
My happy childhood is inseparable from the happy company of my friends.
There are footprints left by my friends and I playing happily together in the community garden, and the hearty laughter is floating in the sky. On the central garden roundabout, you chase after me and strive to be the first to ride a racing car. It feels so free and comfortable. On campus, I enjoyed studying with my classmates, telling jokes, guessing puzzles, playing games, jumping rope, playing hide-and-seek, chasing after each other and having fun. generate showed confidence and vigor.
I grew up happily with my relatives, 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 small mountain village, my lovely mother has white hair and temples." 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 don't know anything about her, my mother, when she was young. I entered her years with a few thick diaries. In 199, 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.
I was sickly at the age of one, and I spent almost a whole year in the hospital. She said that I was as fragile as a newborn cat at that time, and I was very tired all day. I vomit whatever I eat every day. When I vomit, she pats my back and tears. When I passed out again, my mother said that she was sitting by my bed, watching me and accompanying me for days and nights. She said that by holding my hand, she was protecting our world. She accompanied me like this, in tears.
Because of the adults' right and wrong, my mother and I have to live separately, so she has to beg the kindergarten to meet me during the lunch break. So I became the first child to be visited during lunch break. While other children were taking a nap, my mother and I sat on the slide, and my mother cut my nails. At noon, the sunshine was sprinkled all over my body, which was very warm. And when the gate is closed. When my mother went out, I cried my heart out in the teacher's arms, and I had already begun a long wait for the next meeting. For two hours in the afternoon, she didn't talk, but stayed with me quietly, by cutting her nails.
Now, I am already half a head taller than her, and I will 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 impulsiveness and youthful charm in the waves of the years. In my eyes, she will always be an unparalleled beauty. Because I understand that her old age is due to my growth, her white hair and her wrinkles are all my wealth. These have witnessed the companionship that is close at hand or far away. Diary daquan
mom, I want to hold your hand, and two people will go to the universe without gravity, 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 stay with me forever! Composition 3
With the theme of companionship, that person's love is always unknown, but it gives me the warmest companionship.
the sound of cicadas urges summer lotus. It's another hot summer. My father and I are playing chess at home. The summer heat is coming at us through the window. I suddenly feel sweltering in my heart, and a string of sweat is hanging on my forehead. I wiped my sweat and got up to turn 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. The box was stained with red spots, and it seemed that it had not been touched 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 think he shook it slowly, so I grabbed the fan and fanned it. The cool wind blows, and the smell of sawdust permeates the air. I am a little absent-minded. Is there such a moment in my memory?
When I was a child, I always liked to sit on my father's lap and eat. I gulped down the delicious food, and my father took pains to fan the wind with that rough big hand. The smell of sawdust filled the air, and the tiny crumbs floated before my eyes like tiny 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 naturally cool, I am not like you. Then can you fan it quickly? Fan the food cold. What should you do if you have diarrhea? Blame me? Blame you, huh! When I looked back, I saw the bean-sized sweat sliding from my father's forehead to my chin. I spent the summer night of my childhood with my father's warm company.
when I went to primary school, I had a bad character. It was normal to steal loquat trees in front of my house and fight with my classmates. On another occasion, I picked up bricks, 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, beat me up, changed my old image as a father, 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 the teacher and ask about your whereabouts. It turned out that my father always accompanied me with his obscurity, and his love accompanied me silently and warmly through the whole year, and I often forgot this man who sheltered me from the wind and rain behind my back.
it's your turn! My father's call brought me from my memory to reality. I saw my horse moved to the position by my father at some unknown time. Looking at the look on the old child's face, I smiled: This set doesn't count. Let's play again!
ok! He also answered with a smile. Composition 4 on the topic of companionship
I took out the 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 it from behind with my backhand.
"I'm back." I muttered, but I didn't know who I was talking to.
I put down my heavy schoolbag silently. I sat on the sofa, took off my shoes and socks, but I didn't want to put on my slippers. When it is quiet in Thailand, your footsteps will scare you.
how long has it been since I really lived? I asked myself. I can't count it already, even I'm used to nobody's home after school. It started when I was eight years old. Clearly aware that between the ages of seven and eight, it is a wide river. From this side, it is naive and happy; From the other side of the river, it is sudden sadness and pain.
eight years old. I smiled bleakly.
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 ... < P > My eyes were wet, and a bitter tear came out of my right eye socket. Someone once asked me why only my right eye is crying when I cry. I replied, because my ordinary tears have run out ... in that year.
I raised my hand to wipe away the tears, got up, turned on the stereo and turned up the volume. Suddenly, noisy music exploded in the quiet living room, breaking the silence.
I don't hate silence, but I hate silence-being alone. It's like being abandoned by the world.
But even though my ears are filled with drums, bass and guitars, my heart is still silent. Tears, flow down again. I raised my hand and turned off the music. The original lively music suddenly came to a halt, leaving only silence.
I smiled at myself and looked back at the clock. It's half past six. I went to the phone and dialed a familiar number. After a busy tone of "beep", the phone is connected.
"Daughter, there is chicken and rice in the refrigerator. Please take it out and eat it hot. Mom is very busy. I have to hang up. Boo!" Sure enough, there was a bang on the phone, followed by a series of busy signals.
I didn't say a word from beginning to end. The so-called "adults", sometimes, are really stupid. You reach out to comfort her, and she thinks you are asking for food.
I just want to tell her that I'm fine, that's all. Really, it's good.
and, just, I want to hear her voice.
Tears flow down again, only from the right eye socket ...
Actually, I'm not mature at all. I'm really young. I need your company. Can you, don't force me to mature and bear the loneliness that doesn't belong to a junior high school student? Composition 5
The long road of life is that you accompany me forward. Because of you, I bravely crossed the ups and downs in my life, braving difficulties and going forward all the way.
You are my growth partner, and you have accompanied me through the long years.
You love to laugh. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you will face them with a smile. Therefore, people standing beside you will be infected by your smile. Maybe it's the difference in life experience. I have a different personality from you. You love to laugh, and I love being alone. Even so, we can still move forward hand in hand.
However, neither you nor I have found that your smile is changing me bit by bit and pushing me forward.
We all can't escape the fate of unbalanced grades brought by partial subjects. Every time I look at math grades, I frown and mutter, "Who invented math? Why is it so difficult?" When you heard this, you smiled and said, "My grades are almost the same as yours. I believe that one day, we can catch up with math!" " When you speak, the corners of your mouth rise slightly, forming a beautiful arc, and your eyes are shining with confidence. I am shocked by the confidence that you exude, and I ask myself silently, have I really tried? However, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
So after class, we will consult our teachers. Every day after school, we will stay in our own class, and the two of us will help each other with math. Sometimes the teachers will guide us. Every time I encounter difficult questions, I always have no patience, scratch my hair and look impatient. Soon, I will drop my pen and get angry at myself on my desk. Every time like this, you always take my textbook with a smile and look at the topic. If you can, you will bring it to me and explain it to me patiently. I am motionless on my desk, but my eyes follow your movements. After the answer, look at the answer. If you get it right, you will be happy to get the sugar child.
through our persistent 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 twice as much joy. I have wondered more than once why you can be so happy, but your answer is beyond my expectation. You said that in a person's life, there are joys and sorrows, and happiness is a day when you are unhappy. It is better to live happily every day. You said, you can laugh when you want to, and you can laugh when 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, the ultimate goal is the same. The happiness you brought me is endless. Your smile always lingers in my heart. Every time I think of your words, I will face difficulties with a smile and live in the present.
when I was in trouble, you gave me a life-saving medicine, which can relieve the pain after taking it. 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 smile and keep pushing me forward. Composition 6
Some people often say, "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, "We will have parent-child activities tomorrow. Remember to bring your parents!" " We are all very happy, forming a circle and chattering like birds. When I go to bed at noon, I am still whispering with my "neighbors"! Everyone is so excited that they can't wait to go home. Take this good news to mom and dad.
school is finally over.