The company of our parents has given us a lot of help in our growth. As we grow up, we should also cherish this hard-won family affection and learn to be grateful. The following is a composition about parents’ companionship that I compiled for everyone. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. Composition on Parents' Companionship (1)
Companionship is indispensable in life. The company of your parents, the company of books, the company of classmates, the company of pets... These companionships make you no longer lonely, give you courage, give you strength, give you comfort...
My parents, Sitting next to me every night and accompanying me in my homework.
In the evening, after a day of classes, I dragged my exhausted body back home, as soft as cooked noodles. I sat at my desk, pulled out my homework, rubbed my eyes, and started writing my math homework. The tip of the pen slides across the page quickly, making a "rustling" sound like silkworms chewing mulberry leaves. The workbook was quickly fed during my quick calculations. When I was writing the next book, a topic stood in front of me like a rushing river. It was really troublesome. I had to take out the draft book that I had worked hard on and switched back and forth between the two books. oops! Wrong calculation again! I taped off the wrong calculation again. What should I do about this problem? I was so anxious that I scratched my head and scratched my head. I drew two strokes here and one stroke there. The draft book was written page by page. I couldn't help but sigh. It seems that I have to work overtime again tonight!
"Why are you lamenting and sighing? Don't you know how to write?" Mom asked.
"No, I can write. Hey! It's so late and I have to work overtime again!" I replied.
"It doesn't matter, slow down, write carefully, don't be anxious, write every word one by one, there is still time!" Dad spoke.
Listening to what my parents said to me, I suddenly felt very warm in my heart, like the sunshine suddenly pouring down from the clouds in the cold winter, making me full of strength. I picked up a pen and wrote quickly. With the guidance of my mother and the encouragement of my father, I overcame one problem after another and completed one assignment after another. Ha ha! Sure enough, under the "protection" of the "two gods", I failed in all the homework. I packed up the "remaining soldiers and defeated generals" on the table, rubbed my eyes, and went to wash up. Only then did I see my mother stretching and yawning, and my father rubbing his eyes. They have been fighting with me!
Parental companionship is indispensable when growing up. When I was a child, my parents accompanied me, teaching me how to be a good person and regulate my conduct; in kindergarten, my parents accompanied me, taking me to travel and broaden my horizons; in elementary school, my parents accompanied me, taking me to the stage of Children's Day to show myself; in junior high school, my parents accompanied me. When I was in high school, my parents accompanied me, allowing me to overcome the mountains of homework and keep a positive attitude. ah! My father, my mother, because of your company, my life has the aura of the protagonist!
My parents are like big trees, and my daughter is like the little flower under the tree. I grow up in the company of my parents, learn how to learn in the company of my parents, and learn to be a human being in the company of my parents... Essay on the company of my parents (2)
In my memory, you are not good at words but humorous; in my memory, you are extremely smart but often confused; in my memory, you are tall and strong but your hair has turned white. You are the person I respect most - father. Enter the time tunnel, look for every little moment of getting along with you, and find that the days with you are so beautiful.
Father, you don’t know how to say nice and beautiful things, so the spokesperson of my family became my mother. Just this morning, when I woke up, I saw my mother busy: "Baby, what do you want to bring? Don't be nervous about the exam today. Come back in the evening and ask your dad to make delicious food." I nodded seriously. When I walked out of my room, a steaming bowl of noodles was already on the dining table. My father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. He turned his head and looked at me and said, "Eat it while it's hot. It will make you full." "Yeah." I quickly sat down. The noodles are full of color and flavor: golden poached eggs, green onions, and snow-white noodles. Simple yet detailed. This is you, you don’t speak much but you give your love everywhere.
I remember my father as extremely smart. I remember when I was a kid, my math homework included counting twenty-four points. Looking at the question with only four numbers, I scratched my head anxiously and asked my father for help. You picked up the question and only read it for three seconds. He took a pen and wrote down the calculation and handed it to me. I read the newspaper again. However, time flies and time is not forgiving. Now you are often confused and forget to write when you pick up your pen. I lamented that time flies by and told me to cherish it.
You have a sense of humor. Just last time, I did okay in the test, but I accidentally made a mistake in a calculation question. I was very scared when I gave you the test paper. I know you won't allow me to make small mistakes, so I don't dare to express my anger. You finally saw the question. Frowning, keeping a straight face. I thought to myself: "It's over, this time it's miserable." You stood up quickly, raised your hand, and pretended to hit me. I quickly shrank my head and blocked it with my hands. Seeing that some time passed and you still hadn't moved, I put down my hand and turned my head. I saw that the anger on your face was gone, and the smile on your lips seemed to be laughing at my actions. "Okay, be careful next time. Look at this question..." My father sat down and explained the question to me. I suddenly saw the white hair on my father's head.
A dozen white hairs are hidden among the black hair on his head, like black dots on white paper, eye-catching and out of place. My eyes are moist. Before you know it, you, who are tall and strong, are getting older. Like a towering tree, it has bent down, and like a rushing river, it will dry up. Thinking about it, I feel the unspeakable sadness in my heart, and the endless hotness in my eyes...
Time flies by, and we cannot turn the clock of time, we can only grasp the present moment. Turning around and looking back, it was so good to have my father by my side. Although you work out of town and can't be with my mother and me every day. But mom and I will always love you and miss you every day. Composition of Parents' Companionship (3)
The sky has woven a black cloth for the night, with only a few twinkling stars embroidered on it, and the moon like a jade plate, making the sky look so quiet and peaceful. Peaceful...
The sun and the moon exchange positions, bright and dark, the birds stop singing, the flowers no longer sway, only the cicada is the most energetic, occasionally singing. The lights in tens of millions of households have been extinguished. Tired people also fell asleep. And I, with an empty mind, looked up at the ceiling, not sleepy at all, only feeling upset and lonely.
Tossing and turning on the bed, the energy consumed turned into the squeaking sound of the bed board. I wonder if it was because the loudness was too loud and it "drawn" a dark shadow away. As I got closer, I saw clearly that it was my mother. She lowered her eyelids and said to me gently: "Why, you're not sleeping yet?" I smiled forcefully, then she opened the tent and got into bed. I was so happy that I hugged my mother and closed my eyes.
Time passes quietly with the ticking sound. But I didn't feel sleepy because of my mother's arrival. So, being bored, I opened the cover and played with the quilt repeatedly, but my energy didn't seem to be drained out, and I was still not sleepy.
Looking at the silence and darkness around him, a sense of fear arose spontaneously. The brain that was originally empty was suddenly filled with bones as skinny as money, ferocious phantoms, and all the ugly faces came one after another. Suddenly, I felt my heart beat rapidly and I felt chilly to the bone. I turned around and looked at my mother. She was sleeping so quietly. My young heart touched a nerve, and I sobbed uncomfortably.
And this sound seemed to affect my mother's peace. She opened her eyes, touched me and said, "Go to sleep!" I felt a little relieved about this, and my heartbeat returned to calm. But God was not in his favor and woke his mother up again and again. This time, my mother took a deep breath. Filled with guilt, I looked at my mother, fearing that my mother would scold me for disturbing her dream. But everything was unexpected. She turned over and said softly: "Baby, don't be afraid to go to bed quickly! I will always be with you!" Then, I vaguely saw her purse her lips and say to me into her arms. After closing my eyes, I thought to myself: How did she know that I was afraid. But I am even more grateful that she tolerated my restlessness. She patted my back gently, like a mother coaxing a child to sleep, so that I could sleep peacefully. Every patting was accompanied by every drop of happy tears, so I fell asleep...
times One day, after a hard night, I felt energetic because I was able to fall asleep. As for my mother, she looked haggard and had dark circles under her eyes. When I overheard her talking to herself, I realized that she had been up all night...
Looking at the white strands in my mother's black hair, I felt sad for a moment. No matter how much I tried, Tears of gratitude cannot wash away the guilt ten years ago. It’s just that I understand better that my mother’s patient companionship is the eternal love for me and the true sign of loving me.
Whenever night falls, I always feel a sense of happiness, because that companionship is deeply rooted in my heart...