Companionship is the topic composition 1 life journey, and sing and walk. Take a trip to the mountains and rivers and see the scenery all the way. -inscription
I don't know when it started, but I suddenly felt that it was very pleasant to have a camera with me when I was lonely.
Pick up the camera and listen to the click of the shutter. Heart suddenly added a few minutes of pleasure.
I always like to record beautiful things when the sun is shining. When I see those amazing scenery, I have to photograph them. Some small things, which are insignificant to others, are beautiful to me. Focus patiently, find the angle, adjust the sensitivity, find the best combination of light and shadow ... sometimes you can toss for dozens of minutes to take a shot. But I don't care. I am willing to leave this wonderful moment in front of me, no matter how much it costs.
Sometimes the sunshine hides behind the white clouds, like a shy beauty; Sometimes the air is filled with the aroma of coffee, misty, like a fairyland; Sometimes monotonous flowers with exquisite flowerpots are dazzled by a layer of gold plated by the sun. In short, whether it is dull or thrilling, as long as you feel it with your heart and observe it with your eyes, you will find beauty everywhere.
The camera is my second pair of eyes, which grow in my hands and in my heart. These eyes are like a double-edged sword, which can cut everything open and reveal the most beautiful side.
People are forgetful and forget many things in the past, even the most precious experiences at that time. Over time, it will only be in stop for a minute's mind, and finally it will be forgotten by memory and gradually buried by new things. But the camera can't. It can faithfully remember everything you want to remember for you, as long as you want.
Although the camera is lifeless, it has a pair of peach-blossom eyes. It accompanied me through many wonderful moments. Everything can be confided to it, and it knows all my unknown secrets.
Like cicadas with clouds, grass with breeze, the camera accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and accompanied me to taste joys and sorrows. I think I can't live without him in my life.
Silently, take out the beautiful teapot, carefully scoop a few spoonfuls and put them in a lamp. Quietly waiting for the water temperature to be right, I picked up the kettle, and the boiling water rolled out of the spout, hugging the curly leaves tightly. A bitter but slightly sour taste.
I imitated my mother's appearance, knelt on the cup with my forefinger and poured tea for my tea pet in awe. Pour water into the glass again, and the clear tea is in the glass, glowing with warm yellow light, and a yearning fragrance is flowing, romantic, which makes my sleepy heart awake for an instant.
Mother went to other places to take care of her sick sister. There is only one lonely me in the empty room, and my heart has been filled with emptiness. Mother loves tea, and so does she. At home, I always sit where I am sitting at the moment, making tea quietly. So I made tea according to my impression and missed my mother. Take a sip, it's bitter, just like my heart at the moment. Deliberate, some are sweet, although not as good as my mother's tea, but it makes me closer to my mother. The transpiration of water vapor moistened my eyes and warmed my heart; The fragrance is fragrant and refreshing, and it also relieves my thoughts; There is tea between my lips and teeth, as if my mother were with me.
Later, my mother traveled a lot for work. Every time she studies late into the night, when she is exhausted, she sits in her own position, learns her own way, makes a cup of tea, watches the tea churning up and down in boiling water, smells the fresh fragrance of tea in the air, and tastes the fragrance of tea between her lips and teeth. ...
Perhaps the reason why tea has been passed down through the ages is that behind this mellow or mellow taste, there are different people, different moods and different body smells. Tea is by my side, just like my mother is by my side.
I asked my mother, why do you like drinking tea?
Mom said, because mom loves tea, and she has tea, which seems to be with me.
Mother asked me, why do you like drinking tea?
I said, because my mother loves tea, too, tea is near me, as if it were near me. ...
Reading has become an indispensable part of my life, and reading has brought me endless fun. I have been roaming in books on education and teaching. Wei Shusheng's persuasion, Dr. Li Zhenxi's profound understanding, Chang Lihua's peace and indifference, and the brilliance of Tao Xingzhi and Suhomlinski's educational thoughts have all influenced me, guided me and inspired me. I also insist on writing reading notes, making reading a good helper in my teaching work.
As a Chinese teacher, I also like famous books and beautiful poems. I not only watch it myself, but also recommend wonderful clips to students from time to time, which makes students like writers such as Lu Xun, Lao She, Ji Xianlin, Lin Qingxuan, Tagore and Chekhov. In reading and studying, strive to improve their skills and quality, and strive to "unite people with elegant culture, inspire people with profound knowledge, and inspire people with first-class performance." In teaching, we should constantly update our educational concepts and improve our theoretical and cultural quality. Seek innovation in the classroom, boldly carry out reform, try to explore teaching methods independently, let students become the masters of learning, respect their individual differences, and pay attention to cultivating their innovative ability.
In order to further understand the students' thoughts, I also read children's favorite books, such as "Grass House", "Gary Boy" and "Wolf Totem", which brought me closer to the children. In order to improve students' cultural background, I combine my reading experience to guide students to read and let them read classics. I lead students to actively participate in reading activities and carefully decorate the classroom: the class set up a book corner, and posted the names of books I recommended for students to read and the reading catalogue recommended by students. Blackboard newspapers and wall newspapers have opened up reading columns, and famous sayings about reading are hung on the wall. We regularly select reading stars in the class, strive to create a scholarly classroom and create a good reading atmosphere for students. We also carried out a series of colorful reading activities, such as bookworm notes exhibition, "My photo story" selection, poetry classic reading contest, poetry knowledge contest, reading card making, poetry collection and student composition collection. Let students fully experience the happiness brought by reading. In composition teaching, I often use teachers to guide students to write, cultivate students' interest in writing, improve students' writing ability and guide students to publish many articles in newspapers, books and websites. Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Books give me inspiration and guidance and push me forward step by step.
Reading records the pace of my growth, and books accompany me to grow up!
The moon at the top of the tree is very curved and bright, which makes the light of struggling stars dim, but the stars I see are brighter than the moon, because I see smiling faces, those who have accompanied me, bitter and happy. ...
The Star of Spring ... Kang
I think Kang's personality is very similar to mine. We both like reading novels, taking notes in class, doodling in our spare time and quarreling with each other for idols. But after twenty minutes, we forgot all about the contradiction and went crazy together as usual. I remember once in Chinese class, he and I were passing notes. I didn't expect to be caught red-handed by the teacher, but Kang survived. The teacher punished me on the spot for writing a composition entitled "The Fun of Passing Notes in Class", and the whole class burst into laughter. After class, the teacher called me into the office. I think I must criticize me. After I went in, the teacher tortured me (a little exaggerated) and asked me to tell each other. I refused to recognize anyone and said that I wrote it myself. I didn't expect Kang to walk into the office at this time ... In this way, we suffered together (literally).
Maybe that's why I regard Kang as the star of spring. In the spring of my destiny, he can always meet the cold drizzle and warm spring breeze with me.
Xia zhi xing ... Wu Yi.
Aunt Wu's temper is not ordinary, just like the fierce sunshine in midsummer, but I am introverted and patient, so I became the lamb she slaughtered. Every weekend, she would ask me and some classmates out for a crazy day. Although the consequences are very serious (because my RMB will flow away), I have to go because it is my fifth aunt. When I got there, as I expected, all my RMB was filial to the so-called "party".
Yes Alas ~ careless friends! But she treats people very well. If I encounter any difficulties, he will always help me at the first time. Last time, when I was traveling outside, my teacher informed me that I had something to do at school and I couldn't come back. The first person I thought of was her. Later, he really didn't let me down. She did a good job. It seems that my ability to choose friends is still very good (take back my previous "carelessness in making friends"), so she is the star of Xia, sharing my sunshine and lightning.
Autumn star ... Huan Zi.
Huan Zi is the most considerate of my friends. She is always the first to comfort me when I am most sad. I really appreciate her. She gave me hope from despair and gave me the courage to live again. However, sometimes she cares too much about me. Although this is a good thing, sometimes I hate her. Now she's gone. I really regret not being nice to her at the beginning, but it's no use regretting now. One day, I quarreled with my family. It's really intense When I came to school, I was still seen through by Huan Zi. She carefully enlightened me and taught me what to do ... after doing ideological work for a long time, she finally realized her mistake. She is good at inspiring people and attaches great importance to friendship. After knowing her, I feel that my life has become more exciting. The stars in autumn belong to her. She picks up the leaves when they turn yellow and fall.
Winter star ... Xiaoyun
Xiaoyun is my best friend since primary school. Although we don't understand each other or take care of each other, our hearts are always open to each other. Whenever one of us is unhappy, we will find another person to talk to him about his pain. Although we sometimes don't understand each other and can't help each other, we will listen carefully, encourage each other and cheer. We believe that even if it rains heavily today, the sun will always rise tomorrow. The stars in winter are still shining in the sky, and it is you who accompanied me through the snow.
Thank you for spending all this with me. That's really enough. Thank you, shining star.
I once heard a song: "I want to be with you forever, and my sadness and hatred have vanished." Yes! Everyone needs companionship, and with companionship, there is affection; With company, there is warmth; With company, there is love.
Companionship is the sunshine in winter, which brings comfort to the sad people and warmth to the heart; Companionship is a lush tree, which creates a harbor for people in the wind and rain and brings him endless peace.
My grandfather, in April and May this year, always felt chest pain and often coughed, so my parents took him to Nanjing Hospital for examination. Finally, he was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. The news came like a bolt from the blue. When we heard it, we burst into tears.
My parents and I used to live in the salesroom under the street, and my grandparents lived in the street. But now, in order to take care of my sick grandfather, my parents and I moved back. Father relaxes a little during the day. He hired a nanny to take care of his grandfather. In the evening, my father became grandpa's nanny. When my grandfather sleeps, he will moan incessantly because of lung pain. My father is always on tenterhooks and can't sleep at night. Every night, I sleep in a daze and vaguely hear my grandfather's voice. Father immediately got out of bed, put on his coat and went straight to grandpa's room to help him walk slowly. In the early morning, grandpa began to shout again, and dad went to grandpa's room again. Every night, my father doesn't know how many times he has to get up, feed his grandfather medicine and deal with urine. Therefore, he has lost a lot of weight recently. In the past six months, my father rarely slept well, but he never complained, just silently under great pressure.
Gradually, winter came and the weather became colder and colder. At night, the biting cold wind roared and the rain and snow came unexpectedly. Because my father had to get up several times every night, he caught a cold, which lasted for more than a week and never got better. Isn't dad trying so hard to give his sick grandfather more intimate care?
Grandpa's condition is still getting worse. As the pain intensified, he ate less and less and became skinny. One day, as soon as I came home from school, I saw a lot of firecrackers outside the door. There were waves of sad cries in the room. I understood, so I went straight to grandpa's room. He lay motionless on the bed, pale and stopped breathing. Suddenly, I froze ... I didn't want to accept this cruel reality. I thought of my grandfather's kindness to me before his death, his kind face, and even his face.
Grandpa died, and my father cried sadly, but he still couldn't relax, because there was a grandmother lying on the bed who needed care. All the burdens fell on my father alone. He wants to stay with his mother. He has a lot of things to do, and he has great responsibilities to bear. ...
Now, I finally understand the true meaning of "companionship". "Companionship" is a responsibility, and it is important to persist; "companionship" is not temporary, but as always; "Companionship" means never giving up and always sharing weal and woe. Dad is meticulous to grandpa and never stops. He taught me with his own practical actions: with company, the family is full of warmth; With companionship, society becomes warm; With company, the world is full of love; With company, the earth is full of sunshine.
Companionship is the best companion in life, which lies in childhood.
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The morning sun lit up half the sky, and the clouds were layered and set in Phnom Penh.
On Saturday, I got up early, bought a red bean porridge in the breakfast shop, found a window seat, and drank it quietly alone. The wind in early autumn, a little cold, blew in through the window. I couldn't help shivering, holding the bowl tightly in my hand, and the warmth spread to my whole body through my palm, warming my heart. Take a sip, but it's not as delicious as mom's cooking. Red beans are even a little hard.
I remembered that beans and rice were completely integrated, thick and fragrant. I remembered my mother's smile inexplicably again. Suddenly, my heart suddenly felt a great sense of satisfaction. When I was a child, I loved to drink red bean porridge and always pestered my mother to cook it. Mother seems to regard porridge as a sacred thing, too. Standing by the stove, wearing a printed apron, she mixed the whole beans into the rice, added water, poured it into the pot and stirred it slowly with a spoon. I stood on tiptoe and stared straight at the cauldron, hoping it would be cooked soon. But my mother always said with a smile, it tastes good when cooked.
The sound of "hem" under the pot cover is getting louder and louder, and my heart is getting more and more anxious. I have to keep asking my mother, "Are you ready? Are you ready? "
Finally, the lid was lifted, and the aroma of porridge suddenly overflowed the whole room, with a hint of sweetness mixed in it. Mother brought a small porcelain bowl, put a bowl of porridge, put some sugar in front of me, smiled and turned away. I quickly took a sip, not hot, swallowed it, and didn't even chew it. The fragrance slipped through my throat and my lips and teeth remained fragrant. It was my mother who quietly planted full red bean seeds in my heart with love.
It turned out that it was mom who sprinkled love in the sweet red bean porridge to make it so sweet!
The air was filled with a faint smell of red beans, and the sun shone obliquely on my cheek. I have never felt the warmth of the sun so clearly. Red bean porridge and mom-the best childhood companions, will never forget the taste. ...
Companionship is the seventh topic of the composition. The Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life, I passed by once in this life. Then I must have prayed hard in front of the Buddha for thousands of years in my last life, in exchange for your company when I was growing up.
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There is a little girl who was born 14 years ago and became the baby of the whole family. From then on, every time she came home from school, she was always greeted by her mother's smiling face and hands handed to her schoolbag. Before going to school, there are always a few gentle words, and what about her? After listening, I skipped out, as if the air around me had turned into a sweet candy flavor.
After entering junior high school, rebellious psychology unconsciously entered the girl's heart. Mother's words before school are just nagging for girls. Every time she is overwhelmed by a mountain of homework, her mother always stays up with her. She doesn't know, in fact, her mother has been with her.
This girl is me, and when I really understand my mother's heart, it was that time-
Because I entered junior high school, I had a lot of homework. I often stay up late to do my homework while my mother sits on the sofa in the living room. Every time I have to wait until the light in the room goes out before I hear my mother's voice coming back to the room.
That time, I finished my homework ahead of time and saw the light in the living room on, so I took a closer look. I left the sofa, only to find my mother asleep on the sofa. I wonder why my mother went to bed so early this time. I walked to the front of the sofa and caught a glimpse of my mother's black waterfall-like hair mixed with many silver wires, which was particularly dazzling in black. I can't take my eyes off for a long time. I seem to understand why my mother waited until the light in my room went out.
I see, my mother has been silently accompanying me! I don't understand it at this late hour.
I woke up my mother gently. "Mom, it's cold outside. Go back to the house and sleep! " ""Have you finished your homework? " "Finished, you can rest assured! Go to sleep! " "hmm"
It turns out that my mother has been accompanying me with silent love, staying up late, working hard and accompanying me. ...
The next day, I got up early, cooked a big breakfast for my mother and wrote a note. I hid in my room to see my mother's face when she saw this. After a while, my mother came out and smiled when she saw the breakfast on the table. She took notes and read them carefully. The note said: Mom, thank you for your company all the time. When I grow up, I won't let you worry anymore. Now please enjoy my daughter's love breakfast for you! Through the crack of the door, I saw my mother smiling, but there were crystal tears in her eyes.
Companionship, as sweet as candy, melts into the heart; Life, because of the company, is full of sweet candy flavor ...
-P.S.