Accompany excellent composition 1 Since childhood, many things have changed, such as playmates, classmates, friends ... but the only thing that hasn't changed is the yearning for the characters in the book.
I never lack books, such as my father's books, my mother's books, my brother's books, essays, famous novels at home and abroad ... there are all kinds of books anyway. There is also an unwritten rule at home that my brother and I should report everything we buy except books.
I yearn for the lofty sentiments of "single-handedly fighting for thousands of miles, and holding thousands of troops with bare hands" in the book, and also yearn for the domineering spirit of "I won't speak first in spring, and the ants dare to be quiet" ... There are many characters and plots I yearn for in the book.
When I was a child, my favorite must be Journey to the West, from comics to TV series, from novel edition to classical Chinese edition. The Monkey King the Monkey King, who loves the unruly, yearns for the figure of the heavenly generals who are in full swing. A pair of critical eyes were trained in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun. Make trouble in heaven, step on clouds and fight immortals. The whole heavenly palace is unparalleled. That free and easy figure is my childhood yearning. Although it was suppressed for 500 years, it later saved the Tang Priest and finally defeated the Buddha. But I firmly believe that what he yearns for most is the day when Guo Huashan is consecrated. After all, "I would rather be a the Monkey King for a day than a Buddha for a lifetime." It's my yearning figure.
When I was old, I began to recite Tang poetry and Song poetry. Among many poets, Li Bai, the "Poet Fairy", is what I yearn for most. I like reciting his poems. What "will enter the wine", what "the road is difficult" and so on. My brother also likes Li Bai's poems very much. I don't like my official career, but I only like the fallen immortals who travel, drink and recite poems. "Go out laughing, are we Artemisia people?" "I threw the food bar and cup aside, I couldn't eat or drink, I pulled out my dagger, I peeped in four directions in vain" and "I kept drinking." The poems of the immortals are so natural and unrestrained, and the ancient poems sung after drinking are eternal songs. Li Bai was drunk, and the poems he recited became three points firm but gentle, and seven points embroidered half a sentence in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I don't know where I got it, but I always remember it firmly. This is my yearning figure.
Recently, the teacher asked us to read Historical Records of Xiang Yu. Naturally, I have heard about the title of "overlord of the place of Xi" for a long time. Xiang Yu was born with divine power and little ambition. During Qin Shihuang's visit, he once said that "it can be replaced". In the battle of the giant deer, cross the rubicon and win more with less. Qin Jun was defeated and the crumbling Qin Dynasty was overthrown. Chu Nangong predicted that "three families will perish and Chu will be Chu". Although overlord was defeated in the battle of Chu and Han. But on the banks of the Wujiang River, it is the overlord who can't beat Jiangdong that has achieved the reputation of "can't beat Li". The figure on the bank of Wujiang River is my yearning.
I don't know what I will read and yearn for in the future, but I know that books make my years more yearning.
Accompanied by excellent composition 2, "I said that you are an April day on earth, and your laughter lit up the surrounding wind, light and agile, dancing and changing in the glory of spring." Since I met you, you seem to have been weaving literary dreams for me. At that time, I was ignorant and always loved to hear you recite quatrains. I don't understand the beauty of poetry, but I am moved by your cadence and beautiful melody. Listening to you describe the ancient rhyme of rain and ink painting in your heart makes me feel that the days when you accompany me are like a grand peach blossom banquet belonging to literature, sweet and moist. You are so deep and elegant.
I remember you said you would take us children to Beijing to see if a famous school is worth fighting for; I remember you said that the advantage of learning is not cleverness, but perseverance; I also remember the firm voice "As long as you can expect, you can go all out". Never dare to forget, always urge yourself. At that time, it was midsummer, and the phoenix tree sprinkled the cool green of the earth, paving the way for the light and shadow we walked together. That's what you are. You're so passionate and you're so struggling.
You look at each of your children with bright and clear eyes, and you know clearly whether they are happy or worried, or noisy or noisy. You wrote down the words "quiet inside" on plain rice paper, and you faintly chanted "You can't be clear without indifference, and you can't be far without quietness." You led us to seek tranquility and peace from Thoreau's Walden, which completely distracted me from my achievements and made me suddenly enlightened when I was impetuous. You were very persuasive. I remember you.
Being with you for just three years seems like a sleep, but it was this sleep that brought me a happy dream. In my dream, it left traces, filled with the laughter of passers-by, echoed with the songs of the wise, the parting of human feelings in the Grand View Garden, the lofty aspirations of Juyitang on the water margin and the implication of the three knots in Taoyuan, which turned this masterpiece into a paved road and helped me to succeed. Now that I think about it, the days when you accompanied me were like a cool misty rain, sprinkled on my brow before the flowers and under the moon.
"I wish you a bright future and happiness in the world." A tune sounded softly. Is it your erhu chord? Your days with me are over, and I will practice for you all spring.
For three years, you have impregnated me with words and accompanied me. I am young and strong, you are strong, and spring scenery is also strong; Three years later, I remember you, you are a glass of clear water wine, you are full, you are full of thoughts.
Remember this article: You have been with me for three years. You can come to me often if you like. I am your "sister Xiu Xiu".
With excellent composition 3, flowers bloom in the sun, grass is full of vitality with the company of the earth, and we bloom ourselves with the company of our parents. Accompaniment makes our life colorful.
In my opinion, the company of flowers is the most unforgettable.
In spring, everything comes back to life. At this time, peach blossom appeared in front of my eyes, and it bloomed to make the fruit sweeter. "Peach wants to die, burning its beauty." With peach blossoms, I know what it means to blossom by myself. Peach blossom is like a bright lamp, guiding me in the dark; It is like a key that opens the door to a new world for me; It is like a big tree, let me learn and grow in its embrace.
In summer, the breeze blew and the lotus began to dance, just like a fairy dancing on the lake. It is gorgeous, and I am recording the beautiful scenery at this moment. In the bright sunshine, Lotus is like a shy girl, blushing slightly and smiling slightly. I have stopped and got lost in it. At this moment, I no longer worry about everything, and I no longer worry about everything. Accompanied by lotus, I realized the true meaning of life.
In autumn, chrysanthemums come quietly. It seems to be testing my reaction. I immediately found the "base" of the chrysanthemum and guarded it until it bloomed. Finally, they began to bloom one by one, and I lay aside and enjoyed their fragrance. Soon, I began to play hide-and-seek with them. They were naughty and integrated with nature, making it difficult for me to catch them. The company of chrysanthemum makes me enjoy the fun of nature.
In winter, with heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. The flowers have withered a lot, which always makes people feel vaguely desolate. Without flowers, the city looks much colder. However, plum blossoms bloom at this time. As the saying goes, "There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone." Plum blossoms make people see warmth in the cold winter, just like warm sunshine shining in people's hearts. The company of plum blossoms makes me feel infinite warmth in the cold winter.
The company of flowers is unforgettable. They always give us different surprises.
Whenever I am upset, my mother always uses warm words to solve my worries: whenever I make mistakes, my mother always teaches me the truth of being a man: whenever I encounter setbacks, my mother always leads me to regain my confidence with the sunshine ... Every success in my life journey cannot be separated from my mother's guidance.
My mother and I grew up together. My mother stays with me as soon as she is free. We talked about everything and did nothing, and both of us were very happy. At this moment, I feel as if sitting in front of me is a bosom friend of mine. My mother likes playing badminton to keep fit, and at the same time, it also cultivates my interest in sports. I remember the first time I took a badminton racket when I was seven years old. An ordinary racket is dangling in my hand, and it is even harder to wave it like a tiger. My mother smiled and came forward to guide me to take the racket. I stared at my little eyes carefully.
After a while, I was completely addicted to badminton, and even more fascinated by my mother's little sports knowledge. So I try to learn badminton from my mother. In the process of learning, I experienced fatigue and failure. I was discouraged several times and threw away my racket. But I still picked up the racket and sweated several times with my mother's encouragement. It turns out that I learned tactical cooperation under the guidance of my mother; How many times have I practiced the standard hitting action brilliantly, and how many times have I encouraged my mother with a smile. That old badminton racket also witnessed the Han River spilled by my mother and me, and recorded that I gradually learned to be confident, independent and calm.
My mother and I grew up together. On weekends, as long as my stomach is at home, I always get a call from my mother at work. Every phone call is full of my mother's concern for me. On weekend mornings, I sleep more in bed. "Jingle bells, Jingle bells!" My mother's phone is like a timed alarm clock, which wakes me up from my dream on time. When I answered the phone, my mother's kind words came from the other end of the phone: "Son, are you up?" Did you get dressed? I didn't cook breakfast at home in the morning. You can go to grandpa's house later. Be sure to eat poached eggs and drink more milk, remember! "So in my mother's" nagging "and concerned phone calls, I started a happy day.
My mother and I grew up together. My mother is my teacher and my friend. On my growing road, it was my mother who lit up the way forward. In my growing memory, I can't get rid of the good times I spent with my mother. My mother is ordinary and great.
I had a new neighbor a few weeks ago, but I still don't know her name. Nevertheless, when I first met her, I could easily tell that she was a mobile phone addict, and her barely raised head made me remember. One day I went out to play, just on her way. therefore ...
extinguish
Opening the door, she first took out her mobile phone as a mirror, carefully adjusted her makeup, and finally put her hand on the doorknob and slammed the door. Striding to the stairs, she suddenly stopped, but her eyes stared at the mobile phone unblinkingly. After a while, she turned her head reluctantly, glanced at the stairs quickly, and then stepped downstairs. When she finally got out of the building, something unexpected happened to her. Just as she was amused by the information on her mobile phone, an electric car seemed to be "born" and passed by her quickly. Unsuspecting, she was shocked and panicked, and her rosy face lost its color instantly. When she came to her senses, she quickly picked up the dropped mobile phone and checked it nervously. Seeing that the mobile phone was safe and sound, she was greatly relieved, but then she blushed and cursed a few words in the direction of the electric car fleeing.
Take the bus
She stared at the mobile phone with her right hand and walked slowly to the bus with money in her left hand. After getting on the bus, she only looked up slightly, her eyes quickly jumped over the slot machine, and the money in her hand was accurately invested. Although the bus was crowded, she kept her head down, drifted into the car slowly, leaned back in the chair and fiddled with her mobile phone at will. While she was concentrating on playing with her mobile phone, the car suddenly braked. Most people in the car were as steady as Mount Tai, but she suddenly fell to one side. She turned pale with fear and looked around nervously, trying to find a straw. At this critical juncture, the person opposite her did not hesitate to lend a helping hand to save her from danger. Afterwards, she gently nodded her thanks to the opposite person, and then immediately lowered her head and stared at the mobile phone.
Lost soul
When I saw her again, it was time for my mother and I to go shopping. To my surprise, she is not playing with her mobile phone! Equally striking is her slightly pale face. Mother asked with concern, "Are you sick? Protect your body. " But she said listlessly, "No, there is something wrong with my mobile phone. I took it for repair, and I don't know why I can't get up these days. " I disdain to think: a person has put all his energy into his mobile phone. If he doesn't, will he lose his soul? The answer is naturally no.
When the rain falls in love with a girl, it is willing to cry and laugh with it; When a girl falls in love with the rain, she is willing to hug, rely on and accompany under the rainbow bridge.
On a quiet night, the room is dimly lit and there are several small holes in the roof. Whenever it rains, one or two drops of rain beads leak in. There is a shabby little bed in the room. There is a weak mother lying on the bed. There is a little girl sitting next to the bed. The girl held her mother's big hand tightly with her little hand. The girl said to her mother, "Mom, let me hold your hand." Perhaps because of the light, you can vaguely see two lines of tears on the girl's face, which are crystal clear under the light. The girl cried silently until she saw her mother close her eyes. She burst into tears, but the rain outside the window masked the girl's crying. Rain seems to have heard the sad news and cried with the girl. The rain is also wailing, but no one can see or hear it. Because they never know that rain will also shed tears, and rain will also shed tears.
Thanks to the rain, this helpless girl has the company of the rain. Maybe she will tell Yu about her love and miss for her mother and let Yu Zhu share it with her.
Rain is transparent, so are the tears of rain, and even the blood of rain is transparent, so people can't see the rain crying, and the heart that can't see the rain is bleeding. Rain has its sadness, in order to convey its voice to people. When it is sad, it will put this sad song on the window, balcony and roof. In this sad song, the rain cried tears and told its sadness.
Of course, rain has its own happiness. When it saw that the girl understood that the dead was gone, the living was strong, and the girl recovered her spirit, the rain kissed her cheek and sprinkled her beads on the ground in order to get close to the girl. The girl seems to understand the heart of rain. She looked up at the sky and white clouds ... the rain fell and kissed her. In this happy land, the rain in the air and the girl kissed each other deeply. Rain and the sun have an agreement. On the day when the little girl kisses it, the sun will shine brightly, and with the cooperation of rain, it will give the little girl a beautiful rainbow. This is the happiness of rain, which belongs to the happiness of rain and girls.
Friend, have you seen the girl standing under the rainbow bridge and the rain? They hug each other tightly in this happy land and stay together forever.
Accompany excellent composition 7 Although the geese have passed without a trace, the years are silent. But the years flow in every crevice of life. The fleeting waves are always floating in the distant heart. The water waves slowly swing away and the petals slowly fall. Those small and imperceptible companions, inadvertently, left a little touched.
With the growth of age, grandpa's health is not as good as before, plus the torture of illness, he often sits still for a long time, and his temper is getting worse and worse, and he often says something irrelevant. Grandma, on the other hand, always takes good care of her and accompanies her silently.
The newborn sunshine sneaked into the room, but grandma had dressed and adjusted the clothes for grandpa. And deliver the breakfast to him. Grandpa finished his meal, packed the dishes and chopsticks, and went into the kitchen to wash them silently. All this is going on silently. Grandpa couldn't stand up after sitting for a long time, so grandma quickly put down what she was doing, helped him up, and moved to where grandpa wanted to go step by step.
In any case, grandma has been with grandpa, taking care of him and never leaving. Who doesn't envy such a company?
Unlike grandparents, grandparents are always kind and have no disputes. As long as I can remember, I have never heard any discordant voices from them.
I remember that it had just snowed that winter, and the water on the ground was frozen by the cold wind, and the road was very slippery. One afternoon, it was rare to see the long-lost warm sun. Grandparents will go out for a walk and catch up with friends they haven't seen for many days. I helped my grandfather walk in front, and my grandmother followed. There was a piece of ice across the road in one place, which cut the road into two sections. I reminded grandpa to slow down and be careful to slide. At this moment, grandpa suddenly turned around and shouted to grandma, "Be careful, don't fall down." Grandma listened, slowly slowed her steps, but her face showed a happy smile.
Whether it is the silent companionship of grandparents or the warm companionship of grandparents, they are indifferent to each other, as calm as a lake, as indifferent as boiled water, but they have walked silently together for more than half a century, from a young man with strong blood to a middle-aged man with declining energy. Until now, they have been accompanying each other as always, adding a touch of bright color to the years.
It is the years that grow old, leaving behind the true feelings.
The winter vacation is coming, and I am eager to go back to my hometown to visit my dear grandparents! So I begged my father to send me back to my hometown. Seeing my eagerness, my father had to agree.
I always feel that the car is walking slowly all the way, and I can't wait to plug in my wings and fly to my grandparents.
As soon as I got home, two dogs skipped to meet me, perhaps waiting for the delicious food I brought them-some fresh bones. No choice but to have their lunch for breakfast! Grandma saw that I was back, and her eyes narrowed with laughter. She quickly called, "Grandpa, our granddaughter is here, come out quickly!" " Hurry up! When grandpa hears the words "granddaughter" and "grandson", he will be happy from ear to ear. He is even happier than winning the lottery, and his wrinkles are much lighter.
I solemnly said, "Today, I want to do something filial for my grandparents!" " "Grandparents repeatedly cheered. However, when I think about it, I can't remember what is the most filial piety: sweeping the floor is too vulgar; Pour tea, not sincere; Cooking a perfect meal is not very filial ... Oh, my God! Why can't I be filial? I couldn't help thinking to myself, "There are thousands of things in Qian Qian, so why don't I be filial? "The more I think about it, the more I feel sad. I almost cried!
At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that my grandparents once told me that they miss my father's childhood with them very much. So, I said to my grandparents, "Grandpa and grandma, I want to spend the day with you instead of my father." Grandparents were so happy that they couldn't keep their mouths shut. They took me to the hillside to enjoy the winter sunshine; Grandpa brought some good wood and taught me wood carving, just like teaching my father when I was a child; Grandma taught me to cut window grilles, just like I taught my father when I was a child ... At night, my grandparents let me sit on a stone and enjoy the sunset in winter. What a pleasant day! Grandparents said happily, "This is the best thing my granddaughter has done for us!" " "
"Filial piety is the first of all virtues" and "filial piety" is a virtue. It is necessary for children in China to honor their parents and elders. Old people need companionship, and companionship is the "filial piety" in their hearts. I did my filial piety! I realized the true meaning of this world-"companionship is the longest confession"! Here, I want to send you a sentence: "Nothing, always go home and see, the old people at home are waiting for you!" " "
In the morning, thick frost is like a layer of white wedding clothes, quietly covering the yard.
"Meow!"
On white paper, rows of small pieces of paper were written from the east corner of the yard to the west corner of the yard.
I gently opened the door and followed the footprints that read "Xiangyun" to the greenhouse in the west corner of the yard. There was a whisper of "meow meow" again.
I curiously pushed open the rusty iron gate, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning pierced the darkness in the iron gate, accompanied by a long whistle.
"Cheep-"The door was opened. There are four or five pairs of small green eyes and one big green eye. When the sun shines in completely, it turns out that a big cat and some kittens are looking at me.
Seeing me, the old cat immediately turned over and looked at me in horror, as if it were a monster several times taller than it. Looking straight at me, the soft hair turned into a pinch, and the tail stood high behind me like a flagpole; Claws rub on the ground over and over again, much like soldiers who want to sharpen their claws and be ready to charge at any time, but they don't forget to look back at the kitten behind them over and over again.
Looking at them, the cold eyes suddenly become so soft, which is a mother's love for her children.
When my curious eyes are intertwined with these sharp eyes, there is a chill behind me. This power of love persuaded me, and I slowly retreated and closed the door gently, and a small gap flowed out. I secretly looked inside: a gentle mother covered a few little guys with her furry body and fell asleep warmly.
Watching the little guys grow up day by day, they began to fly around the yard.
The sun is warm in the yard, and kittens are around the door, meowing. They haven't eaten for days. They are hungry. The old cat stood quietly and looked at the young and energetic children. I rummaged through everything, only to find a ham and put it in the place where they often eat.
The kittens didn't rush to compete for this precious food, but stood there quietly, looking at the old cat in the corner. The old cat stood up, shook herself, came to the ham and chewed greedily with sharp teeth. The kittens stood by and watched, but no one stood up to compete with it. Even though the hungry eyes kept shooting at the ham, nothing happened. Only steamed bread and noodles go to the side. You know, cats never eat these.
From a distance, the heartstrings are always moving; Their mutual companionship and dependence are just like the interdependence of mothers and children. Mother protects our youth, we take care of their old age, accompany each other and feel the beauty of the family.
With the excellent composition 10, it is said that the father loves mountains, some are heavy, and some are silent. Heavy because he gave us all the love, silent because he didn't know how to express it. In the face of love, we should also bear it silently and take on a mountain of fatherly love. ...
In my life, maternal love is very important, so is paternal love. His familiar face and voice have been growing up with me silently.
It was a bad weather with dark clouds, and a big hole was torn in the sky, as if laughing and growling. It's raining harder and harder, and my heart is getting more and more anxious. My mother has gone to work, and as for my father ... he has always been very serious and indifferent in my heart, and he will definitely not come to give me an umbrella. Helpless, I had to stand quietly at the school gate and keep looking around. A sudden burst of anger in my heart spread rapidly. When I was desperate to rush into the heavy rain, a familiar and unfamiliar shadow came into my sight in the distance. Is that dad? I've been asking myself in my mind. Near near, he came to me, it's dad! I suddenly felt a strange touch, and my father looked at me apologetically and said simply; "Let's go." Dad's hair is a little messy. One hand is stuck in the coat pocket, and the other hand is trying to hold up an umbrella. His clothes were stained with some mud. I caught a glimpse of the hand by accident. Dad doesn't like to put his hand in his pocket, but today ... I stopped and found that his pocket seemed to be dyed red. I touched it subconsciously, and my father actually twitched. I pulled his strong hand out of it. I looked at my father, trembling and asked; "What's the matter, Dad?" Dad squeezed out a smile and said, "Nothing, I was caught by a motorcycle when I came to pick you up, so I came to pick you up naked ..." I froze my eyes and looked at my father, tears could not help flowing down. My father said in some confusion, "Nothing, really nothing." I took my father's hand and threw myself into his arms …
Father is like this, there is always too much unspeakable love, which has been hidden in my heart and warm in my heart ... Father loves mountains, and there is always so much heavy love, but he secretly gives it to you silently, leaving no trace.