Companionship is the ingredient of happiness. 1 What is companionship? Maybe two people shoulder to shoulder is a kind of companionship? Is it a friendly call for companionship in the ward, or is the family around you together every day? I'm not sure.
On that moonlit night, I was reading in the study and thought, alas, I wish I could go out for a walk tonight! But my mother said that she had a headache, and the plan for a walk was probably ruined ... Just thinking, a burst of footsteps interrupted my thoughts. It's my mother. Did she read my mind? "Tong Tong, let's go out for a walk on such a good night!" Mom's voice sounds weak and a little cold. Yeah! I got excited and went downstairs side by side with my mother.
The bright moonlight coldly sprinkled on the earth, and several lonely stars hung in the dark blue night. Street lamps pull the shadows of my mother and me in tandem. I looked at my mother carefully, her body was shaking. Is it too cold? It suddenly occurred to me that my mother still had some headaches and couldn't catch a cold. I took off my jacket and gave it to my mother. Mother refused: "Tong Tong, put it on, don't catch a cold and cough." Give me back my jacket. I feel a warm current flowing all over my body. "Mom, it's okay, I'm not cold, and you can't have a headache!" "Nothing!" "You wear it!" My mother finally beat me and put on my little coat. "Good boy, grow up!" Mother murmured.
I couldn't help laughing when I watched my mother put on my little coat. This is a happy smile, a knowing smile, and my mother smiled. I know it is a happy and warm smile!
My mother and I walked in the garden of the community, and the cool breeze brushed my cheek, but I didn't feel cold at all, because my mother accompanied me. Unconsciously, my thoughts drifted to my childhood and I often coughed. My mother has been with me by the bed, telling me stories and helping me buy medicine back and forth. At ordinary times, my mother always cooks all kinds of love breakfasts for me, such as roast chicken wings, pumpkin sauce, seafood porridge and marinated egg noodles ... My mother is really meticulous in my company!
In the moonlight, I clearly saw a few strands of white hair on my mother's forehead, smiling at the fine lines around my eyes. Mom, thank you for growing up with me, and I will grow old with you!
Companionship is the ingredient of happiness. My mother is a typical accompanying mother. She is separated from her father and suffers from missing her. She only meets once every few weeks, and even her youth is gone. Just because my brother and I have a good learning environment here.
There is no morning. It's still hazy and bright, and I'm still immersed in my sleep. You have got up, put on your coat and quietly walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for your brother. At that time, I always felt sad, always thinking: If it were me, would I hold on, would I control my sleepiness? But in a blink of an eye, isn't it because we are your favorite baby? After making breakfast, you always gently shake your brother. After he finishes breakfast, you go to bed and sleep for a while, or even fall asleep on the sofa. At that time, I always woke up from my sleep, walked gently to the front of the sofa, and looked at you who had fallen asleep, and my heart was sour. Take a closer look at your face, I don't know when there have been some spots. Is this a testimony that you are worried about us and accompany us?
How many afternoons are there? Have you been waiting for me at home when it's time for me to go home from school? Do you always feel happy when I go home? If you don't see me coming home, you should be worried.
How many nights are there? When I do my homework under the light, you always bring me a steaming glass of milk. At that time, there was always a warm milk in my heart, which kept flowing in, just because of your company.
Gradually, I got used to it, to your company, and to the days when you accompanied me.
Companionship is not material giving, but life care, spiritual help and advice when frustrated. Because of your company and your love, I will grow up healthily, rain or shine.
Mom, thank you. I love you.
Companionship is the ingredient of happiness. In life, each of us is indispensable to the company of friends, relatives and parents.
The most important thing in my life is the company of music. I have been fascinated by music since I was a child, and it all comes from my sister. My sister is a piano student. She plays the piano very well. Whenever she plays the piano, I always watch quietly, only to see her hand gracefully on the keys, and she plays, with pure, quiet and delicious notes flowing at her fingertips like a mountain spring. The romantic elegance of the piano sets off the melody she plays and makes me deeply intoxicated. Since then, I have been fascinated by music. I listened to music all day, and I listened attentively. How beautiful!
From that moment, I fell in love with music. Whenever I am upset, I will listen to music and feel the happiness brought by music with my heart. Listen to music carefully, and you will feel that music is the whispering of lilies to spring, the singing of birds to the wind, and the sparkling raindrops in the sky. Music is a night fire in the dark, a song that flows in your heart and mine.
In life, there will be many troubles. We might as well listen to music and close our eyes to understand the meaning of music. Feel it with your heart and believe that your life will have a different flavor.
How pleasant it is to let music accompany you!
Companionship is a happy composition 4 "Come on! Come on! Come on! " Listen, there are shouts of cheerleading from Jia Zhendong and Zhao Xiaoxue's playground, and the faces of students and parents are filled with happy smiles.
What the hell happened?
After school yesterday, Mr. Wang said mysteriously, "Students, let parents come to school for an activity at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon." What specific activities? Teacher Wang won't tell everyone first, leaving suspense. " We are all full of curiosity and doubt: "What exactly is the activity?"
The warm sunshine in winter filled the campus of Dong Xiao Primary School, and smiling parents were invited to come to the beautiful campus one after another. As soon as parents saw the sports equipment on the field, they immediately understood what this activity was. Oh, what a fun parent-child sports meeting! The students are also very happy, some running, some jumping and some screaming. The playground is very lively!
A loud whistle sounded and the students immediately quieted down.
"Please invite the runner who runs with the ball in the first game," said Mr. Wang. I immediately took my mother's hand and rushed into the starting point of the game. Looking around, I found that the young athletes who participated in the competition were all ready to go like little lions. Hearing a loud whistle, I immediately flew out like a horse that took off the reins and ran quickly to my mother. Mother quickly tied a red rope to our feet. We hold the ball and shout the slogan that belongs to our mother-daughter tacit understanding: "left, right, left, right." I thought of the laughter and shouts in my ears. My mother and I rushed to the finish line. However, the rope opened when walking, and the two of us smiled at each other and immediately began to take remedial measures. Finally, we reached the finish line and failed to win the first place. I'm a little disappointed, but I'm determined: I must play well in the next game!
As teacher Wang shouted, "Students, the next project is to throw sandbags. Whoever has more sandbags in his basket will win! " This time, my mother and I whispered about the strategy. My mother leaned over my ear and said, "Baby, throw the sandbag as high as possible, so it will have an arc in the air, so it will be easy to get in." Mom has a bucket in her hand, and I always have sandbags ready. As soon as the whistle sounded, I started throwing, but I was so excited that the sandbag was thrown too far and didn't go in. Mother said loudly, "Come on, girl! Think about our strategy. " I won as soon as I threw it, and jumped with joy. But I know in my heart that now is not the time to be happy. Keep voting, one by one. My mother and I have a good understanding. Dee We all stopped when the whistle sounded. After the referee counted off, he announced: "Liu Yuxin won the first place in the classmate group!" I danced with excitement and hugged my mother.
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We also participated in competitions such as leapfrog and parent-child skipping, and the situation was also very fierce. Finally, our headmaster summarized the sports meeting. Our favorite teacher, Mr. Wang, gave us an award and took a "family photo" of Class 1, Grade 3.
Happy time is always so short! The sports meeting ended in bursts of laughter and applause.
This class fun sports meeting left the best memories for my mother and me. I think companionship is the warmest happiness!
Companionship is happiness. You should remember those who accompany you. They make up the warmth in your life. Such companionship is happiness.
Warm companionship in the sun. The shadows of the branches are broken, and the smoky wind in early summer spreads on the playground, wrapped in the green crown that fluctuates like the ocean. Sunlight leaks through the cracks in the branches and leaves and breaks into a shiny spot. My face feels a little itchy because of the warmth of sunshine and breeze. I squinted and leaned against her, just like all the friendships in my youth. We didn't say a word to each other, just stayed quietly together. She is holding a book, and the sound of turning pages from time to time is cadenced, and the period in the poem outlines her calm face. I closed my eyes and snuggled up to her, and the wind brushed my hair. All my senses seemed to be magnified in an instant, and her steady breathing gradually became clear. I suddenly felt the warmth of the world, and the pure and clear happiness filled my heart. We are always silent, but we are by each other's side. Such company is already happiness.
Warm companionship in the storm. There is no need to return to the horizon after splashing ink. The awning is like a big piece of white propaganda splashed with ink. The sudden shower, like a peony dying in a hurry, weaves a transparent curtain between heaven and earth, vaguely trapping the shadows of all of us. Many people like to run in the rain and join the whole class. Everyone is with them. There is no noisy frolicking, only quiet company. Teenagers will like the wind blowing through their ears, the rain wetting their skirts and rushing forward crazily, but we are tacitly understanding each other and slow down to help him (her) who is a little tired and panting. Needless to say, as long as we gently raise our mouths, stretch out our hands to adjust our breath, and then stride forward, the running team will always be neat. I suddenly felt the warmth of this world, and the pure and clear happiness filled my heart. This is our pride, we have a lot. Such company is already happy.
Well, I want to remember you, those who accompany me. Your company is the best and warmest happiness in the whole long youth.
May youth never leave, and may you stay with me for a long time.
Companionship is a happy composition. 6 In my life, a mother gave me life and broke my heart! As far as I can remember, she usually appears in front of my eyes by beating and cursing, but there is no mother in the world who doesn't love her children. One thing impressed me deeply. It was a day I hated, 2018 65438+1October 28th; After receiving the notice, the seniors walked into the classroom with their heads held high, looking foreign. As for the slag, they get together in groups of three to five to discuss the plan of winter vacation. I looked around in confusion and thought: I have been admitted to No.2 Middle School, and I should do well in the exam, so I stopped thinking about it. About 30 minutes later, Mr. Lin came with a report card and walked with heavy steps. For some reason, my heart vibrated violently again. My mother and I are sitting in chairs in the classroom. Seriously, I'm very upset. Teacher Lin said, "I came to see the grades, A, B, C, D". I don't know now. I'm more nervous than the exam. It's like 1000 bullets are aimed at me. I listened to my grades quietly. A grade has passed without my name. I am like a bug about to fall into the water, flapping my wings desperately, but unfortunately I only got a double C in Chinese and math. I suddenly felt as if I had been severely hit by an iron pan, and my face was burning like a fire. In a hot place, the students' eyes are unusually sharp, like handfuls of knives stuck in their hearts.
My mother was very angry. She was there and said to me, "How did you do in the exam?" I don't know how to say it, and I feel very uncomfortable. After the meeting, my mother picked me up and left. I am full of expectations: this must be terrible! I, as expected, my mother really began to educate me. As she spoke, she asked me, "Oh, I said that you really are. You see that many other people have made progress ..." I was also very sad, and this achievement still gave me a great blow. Seriously, I really wanted to give up on myself at that time, but-my mother solemnly said to me in a lot of angry words: I stopped and was confused, but I still said, "I want to learn!" " "I know very well in my heart that I really want to study. Maybe my methods and thoughts are inconvenient. Walking, tears gradually flowed out, because I felt that I was not sensible at all. In recent weeks, I have been really careless. I only write what the teacher has arranged every day, without paying attention to my study. So I was flustered during the exam and my grades plummeted. There is another reason.
My mother and I walked home. On this road, she didn't beat me because I failed the exam. Instead, she kept encouraging me and told me that I would encounter setbacks on my way to study. Let me not be defeated by one or two difficulties, face the failure bravely, and then find a reason to overcome it. I think this is my happiest time. Maybe not happy, but I can talk sincerely with my mother all the way. This is my happiest time, and I thank my mother.
Companionship is a happy composition. Outside the window, frames of flowing scenery are like slowly unfolding ink paintings; In the carriage, people hold each other and discuss all kinds of things with each other.
I sat in the aisle seat in the middle of the car. Across the aisle, there is a father and son sitting in two seats in the same row with me: my father looks almost fifty or sixty years old, with criss-crossing wrinkles, a black hair mixed with a little white hair, a pair of white socks and two shiny black shoes on his feet, and at first glance he is an old man who loves cleanliness; Young people's hair styles are also very organized. They have no hair on their foreheads and wear a white shirt, which is clean and handsome.
The car got on the highway, and gradually, the car became quiet. Many people lean their heads back in their chairs and close their eyes. The old man winked and said to his son, "Is it far from here?" I'm a little tired. I want to lean back and sleep for a while. Please call me when I arrive at the station. "The young man looked at the old man affectionately and said," OK, but it's safer for you to sleep next to me. "Father frowned and whispered," This is not good, so many people are watching. " "Nothing, it's nothing to sleep against me. Let's go. " The father sighed and had to lie sideways in his son's arms. He closed his eyes slightly and murmured softly, "I grew up with you, and you should grow old with me." The smile on the old man's wrinkled face is like a flower.
Father stretched out his right foot and landed his left foot, and soon entered the "baby sleep" state. The young man gently raised his father's head and put his right arm under his head. My father's mouth was slightly open, smiling, and the corners of his mouth were upturned. He should be having a beautiful dream. After a while, the saliva flowed out along the old man's slightly open mouth and then dripped on his son's pants. Before wiping his trousers, the young man gently wiped the saliva from his father's mouth with a napkin. The way he looks at his father is like a loving father looking at his children. The driver suddenly honked his horn, and his father was shocked to see that his center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground. The young man quickly reached out his left hand and put his arm around his father's shoulder. Father suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter? Have you arrived at the station? " "It's still early, you go back to sleep!" The young man smiled, secretly shook his sour right arm and patted his father on the shoulder with his left hand. The father held his son's right hand tightly.
I was moved by this warm scene in front of me-how deja vu! There is also such a scene in my mind: when I was a child, I was tired and let my father hug me; I was sick and sick, and I threw up all over my father. My father and I went running in the park, my father jogged in front of me, and I chased after him like a little donkey ... Before, I was ignorant and only thought this life picture was normal, but what I saw in this carriage made me understand that there is a kind of happiness called companionship-accompanying my family and my loved ones. One day in the future, I will run slowly in front like my father, and let my children catch up happily in the back like when I was a child; Just like my son in the car, I will let my father sleep peacefully in my arms when he needs it ... companionship is a kind of happiness in growing up!
Companionship is a happy composition. At the age of 8, happiness is undoubtedly in the dark night, with the shining of stars and the company of grandpa's rough hands. In a blink of an eye, that kind of tranquility has already gone away like running water, leaving me only the thoughts of my grandfather.
On weekends, I went back to my hometown to visit my long-lost grandfather. There, there is a Yuan Ye and a low hillside. Spring has come, the grass grows and warblers fly, and the feathers of the sun fall gently. A road full of grass and broken flowers leads to the distance, and the mountains and the sky set each other off. At the destination, it was already afternoon. Grandpa is taking care of flowers and plants in the yard in front of the door. There are several kinds of green vegetables in the corner of the garden. He lowered his head and was surprised to see me. The wrinkles on his face are like ripples after a fish jumps out of the water.
The sunshine is soft as floc. Grandpa and I were sitting in front of the door, and his face was tired. He is like an old tree. Unconsciously, his leaves fell out, and he was bare. Even the sunshine as light as a feather can't be carried, and everything is quiet. Grandpa and I enjoyed the silhouette of flowers and plants and wandered happily. Rows of flower stands danced with the wind like delicate stitches woven by a clever woman.
"Ha ha, really old!" Grandpa murmured ... sighed and fell asleep. His figure looks really small, like a crumpled walnut! I've been with him. His mouth was half open and he snored like thunder. He leaned back in his chair, and the dense spring light shone on his grandfather through the branches and leaves. The hair on his head and the stubble on his chin are harsh white, and first frost is rare. I feel happy in an instant, listening to grandpa's snorting, so practical. I have never had such an experience: on a quiet afternoon, I quietly accompanied my grandfather who was resting quietly. It seems that he was in high spirits yesterday, writing articles for his neighbors, which was very literary. At that time, his back was like a thick wall.
The sunshine is infinitely good, as if it were as warm and carefree as before. But I have grown up and grandpa is old! My eyes are a little wet. It is the sunshine that dazzles my eyes! When grandpa was short, he finally crawled on the ground like a plant that exhausted its vitality. How I want to spend time with me, experience the taste behind this happiness, and how I want to enjoy this feeling of happiness again!
Vaguely, I seem to have returned to my childhood, and the stars twinkle, which is the happiness that my grandfather accompanied me. Now, the sun is blowing the earth, and it is my happiness to accompany my grandfather.
My thoughts drifted back, and I couldn't help thinking: Behind happiness is companionship!
Companionship is happiness. 9 What is happiness? Happiness is a faint spring water, or someone gives you a favorable look. I think it's the company of my parents.
I may not remember the memory of my childhood, but at least I know it is beautiful. Since I was in the third grade, my parents have been busier than usual, and sometimes my mother simply doesn't come back too late. I really want to have a machine that can go back to the past so that I can enjoy my childhood.
I remember an incident when I was a child. I lived with my grandparents when I was a child. Sometimes I can only stay at home during holidays, while my parents are still working. I miss them very much. Sometimes on the phone, my parents often ask about my family, but I'm not alone there, but I want them to come back and accompany me.
Until one day I grew up and went to primary school. My mother quit her previous job and took care of me wholeheartedly. I was satisfied at first, but I was not satisfied at last. I think my mother's breakfast is terrible. Every time I don't finish it, I run to school with my schoolbag on my back, which really makes my mother sad. But now I understand that we should cherish food.
Dad comes back once a week and is very tired. I know, dad seems indifferent, but he really cares about me. He always brings us presents when he comes back, but I don't care about presents. What I really want is company. Sometimes he comes back and says a few words and then goes to work.
Now that I'm grown up and my parents are free sometimes, I can only say hello, pour a cup of tea and do my homework.
Although busy, I am satisfied with being able to spend time with me sometimes.
Companionship is a happy composition 10 You have been with me since I was 3 years old and never left. Yaya, when you learn Chinese, you always wear colorful clothes and spend colorful childhood with me; In my rapidly growing childhood, you accompanied me to take risks, cross and grow; Now, I have entered the rainy youth season, and you have become a part of my life.
As soon as the final exam results came, I screwed up again. The sympathetic eyes and kind comfort of my classmates made me breathless. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom first and ran home. I lie in bed with you with resentment and regret. No matter how sad and crazy I cry, you always look at me quietly. Those eyes are so pure and gentle. I lie quietly in your arms and feel your comfort with my heart. You told me a story calmly. It's/kloc-Russia in the 0/9th century. There is a brilliant young man named Luo Ting. He is clever, eloquent, sensitive to people and things, and kind-hearted. He lacks only one thing-perseverance. Because there is no perseverance, he will give up running away every time he meets difficulties. You look at me quietly, and I know what you are going to say. I calmed down and began to reopen the paper that made me miserable. I don't want to be Luo Ting.
When I do my homework every night, it is dark and beautiful. I think of you. I remember when I was in fifth grade, Olympiad was my sworn enemy. Like an eccentric old man, but under the teacher's compulsion, I have to see him every night. I think he is a sour and rigid little old man with a little moustache who talks to me on airs every day. This is also a beautiful night. I secretly chatted with you under the gaze of that hateful "little old man of Olympics". You wore a green gauze skirt that day, which attracted me strongly. As soon as the old man bowed his head, I asked you to come out and tell me a story. When the old man blinked, you hid again and went back and forth. Your heart and mine are exhausted and confused. Later, you ran away in a panic, and the green figure left behind made me reflect. Slowly, I fell in love with this quaint but knowledgeable "old man" in Olympiad.
For 9 years, you have been growing up with me. You told me that no matter what difficulties you met, you would stand by and give me confidence, inspiration and courage.
Thank you for your company, my dear book.