Adjoint topic composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will always come into contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a companion composition I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Accompanying reading topic composition 1 riverside; Under the summer stars; In the Woods in autumn; It's good to have you in the warm winter sun!

He is too ordinary. On the dark forehead skin, there is often a kind smile. His figure is not that big, but he has been silently accompanying me-grandpa, my grandpa.

In winter, it's so dark, and the cold wind keeps blowing on the windows, which makes people feel a little chilly. "Bang" and "Bang" This is the sound produced by the connection of two building blocks. Grandpa and I looked at the drawings and put the building blocks together piece by piece. Although the blocks in the building block box are in disorder, you can see from his eyes that he is not impetuous. His movements were so skillful that a playground was born soon. It's good to have your company on the road to growth!

My grandfather sent me to school every day, day after day, five years! On the way to growing up, I only need him.

One summer evening, a cool breeze was blowing gently, and a "meow" broke the silence. Grandpa crept into the bushes and picked up the cat. I brush its fluff, and it barks. At night, I put it in front of the carport and it left. Grandpa said, "it went to the Woods to find its mother!" " "I thought," it should come to me again! " "I think it's good to have you at that time!

Time flies and worries are everywhere. On the way of growing up, it is really happy to have grandpa's care and companionship.

I will not be confident without the company of my teacher. Without the teacher's company, I wouldn't have a dream. If I don't have my teacher's company, I will feel inferior. In short, without the company of teachers, there would be no me now.

I never feel lonely because of your company.

With the company of the stars, the moon is no longer lonely, and the night sky is brilliant. Snow white is so quiet with the company of the earth, wrapped in silver!

However, it was my mother who accompanied me. For thirteen years, you have moistened my thirsty heart with selfless love. For thirteen years, you have illuminated my whole world with your true feelings.

Say you are sunny, warm and kind. Say you are the ocean, the most tolerant place for me!

When I was a child, I always liked to walk along your skirt. Slowly, I have lost that habit. Now, we are about the same height and seem to have lost our sense of closeness. Have we faded unconsciously? Between us, but somehow there is one more.

Sadness. Occasionally I see your white hair, so dazzling, and then, a sadness comes to my mind. Perhaps, I only kept the warm fragments of the long road you walked with me, but I didn't know what I didn't notice was the most important thing.

Looking back on the road you walked with me, so many days and nights, so many ups and downs, so long and so short. The past is the worst, because it always adds a touch of sadness to people. However, there is still a long way ahead. With you with me, there must be infinite scenery!

Companionship is the longest confession, the most beautiful time and the most touching emotion. It is in the company of many people that ignorant teenagers grow into stable young people. And it was under your gaze that I walked out of the maze of life.

When I was a child, your figure lingered by my side; When you grow up and go back to the village, I can only know the past from my parents.

One year, two years, three years ... Time flies like water. You are ecstatic when an ignorant teenager appears in front of you. You held me in your arms, and your wrinkled hand touched my delicate face, leaving a faint scent of wheat.

Radish, corn, onion ... are put into the bag one by one. Every time I went back to my hometown, I was warmly welcomed, received the warmest courtesy from farmers and had a sumptuous meal. You can always make all kinds of ingredients.

I seldom go back for a year, but you left a deep impression on me.

Over half a hundred years old, but still stick to the ridge, short body, fat body has endless maternal love.

Last year, I went to my hometown for the first winter vacation in junior high school. The cold wind chills one to the bone It's the first time that I can observe you so carefully when you are washing vegetables outside. Years have carved countless marks on your face, but they glow with infinite light. The sweat on your forehead is crystal clear, like a big gem.

You are the mother, and the children who accompany you are also my mother; You are a farmer, accompanying crops to grow sturdily; You are also my grandmother, accompanying me to grow up.

Accompanying is not necessarily physical to physical, but the most important thing is the growth and care of the soul.

Accompaniment, everyone's life, is spent with the person he loves in a limited time.

Companionship is to care about a person with all your heart.

Whether familiar or unfamiliar, as long as we meet and know each other in the vast world, we are destined to accompany each other.

With the earth, flowers decorate the colorful world; Grass, accompanied by the earth, makes the earth look full of vitality; Goshawk with the sky; I have developed a very strong skill. People also need company. It is because of the company that our life will be rich and colorful!

Once accompanied, never left. ...

Time has returned to the early morning of 1 65438+1October1year, and it is now 2: 38. The cold wind makes people tremble, which is in sharp contrast with the ward of Jiangyang Hospital. At this time, the ward was brightly lit, and the 96-year-old grandfather left us forever. ...

It's gray and raining from time to time. Because I was busy studying, I couldn't see my grandfather for the last time. In this way, my grandfather went to another world. On the last trip to see my grandfather off, my past memories kept repeating in my mind: I vaguely remember that my grandfather knew that I liked bananas since I was a child, so he took me to buy bananas for me every time; Grandpa planted vegetables that he could not bear to eat but gave us; When my sister went to college, our family's economic situation was not very good. Grandpa took out his frugal money to let my sister go to college ... Thinking of this, tears could not help but stay, but trying to stop it was counterproductive. This is the tears of missing grandpa, and also the tears of regret that I can't see grandpa for the last time.

Now, is grandpa used to living in heaven? Whenever night falls, when you look up at the deep sky, you will find a brightest star in the starry sky. I think that star has become a grandfather. He has never left me. He is watching me in another world. The stars in the sky illuminate my way home and forward, so that I am no longer lonely. ...

Grandpa's company has never left!

No matter the wind and rain, there is always a gentle back beside you, accompanying your love, with no regrets.

I remember it was a cold winter. Endless snow and snow cut through the sky, and the sun was thrown on the ground like a broken robe. At the school gate, I am anxiously waiting for the lunch box. I don't expect the storm to finally show you at some point. I just met a new vision. But at this moment, in the vast white, suddenly appeared a small black dot. Its color still turned into black and white spots, but he didn't shake off the snowflakes, just walked forward unswervingly. I shook my head. You must not be in such a hurry. But I'm getting bigger and bigger, and I actually see you! Your coat is still covered with snow, and your tired eyes show that you are in a hurry to send me a box lunch when you go out. This is a little love.

You smiled lovingly, but I couldn't see the lunch box you brought me. I have some doubts. You saw my expression, smiled and said, "Hungry, here it is."

Open the coat, lunch box impressively in the clothes! The greasy appearance rubs against your coat, but the heat is still brewing in the air. Fragrant fragrance can't stop your love. You touched my head and said, "Go back to the classroom and have dinner. It's cold outside." You turn around, take a few steps, and then say loudly, "Oh, I forgot." After pacing back, you take off the scarf around your neck and put it around my neck. "It's too cold. I'll put it on you. " Your body is gradually covered with snow. Looking at your old age, I touched my scarf, which still carries your residual temperature. I am accompanied by endless love.

You are my mother.

With your love for life, I want to have no regrets in this life.

Companionship topic composition 6 People without companionship are the worst.

No one is alone with him all his life. Although he can do whatever he wants, he doesn't. I think this is the saddest thing.

I still remember that at that time, my father was away on business for several months. I've always missed him. Every time I call him, he says he will come back soon. But? After a few days, no one saw it.

Finally, one morning, I hurried back while I was still sleeping at home. It's loud. As soon as I heard it, I knew that my father had come back. I quickly jumped out of bed and danced happily: "Why did you go and come back so long?"

I had a good time that day. I went to the zoo and the playground to eat popcorn. In recent days? People sit at home and help themselves. I can eat whatever I want, I am very happy! You can go to the supermarket to buy what you want to eat. It's really cool.

But sometimes I will be scolded, which makes me very unhappy, but I dare not say anything. But as long as nothing happens, my face turns faster than turning pages, and sometimes my parents will scold me for me. It must be because I did something wrong that I became like this.

But my classmates are not so lucky. His parents went out to work and came back two or three years later. I remember that in the past two or three years, he was lonely and only accompanied by his grandparents. I went to junior high school and his parents didn't come back. It's really sad.

I can't help it It's good to have family company.

The bright red flag is flying in the blue sky, and the bright red scarf is rippling on the students. Whenever I sing the national anthem of that country, I can't help thinking: I've grown up! I became a "Young Pioneer"!

A few years have passed, and I have become a first-grade child, because I am still ignorant and only know how to cry. When my big sister and big brother put on red scarves for us, I was so excited that I thought, "This is the symbol of the Young Pioneers."

Once, my father and I traveled by bus. The car was driving very slowly, and a sudden brake greatly disturbed the peace in the car. An old man hobbled out of the car door. Before the old man could find a seat, the car started, and the people in the car said nothing. When I look out of the window, I always feel something is missing. Oh, it's a red scarf! Young pioneers won't even give up their seats, so what red scarf do they wear? I stood up involuntarily and offered my seat to the old man. At this time, my heart is surging like spring.

Young pioneers should set an example for younger children and let them know how to be a "young pioneer".

In the past four years, the red scarf has made me thoroughly understand myself, changed many shortcomings and made my life brilliant forever! I love my red scarf!

Companionship topic composition 8 Presumably everyone has company, the company with flowers and leaves is colorful, and the moon is accompanied by starry sky, and people will not be lonely with company.

Accompanied by Qin, everything seems to be invisible, as if only Qin and I were left.

In fact, when Qin came to my house for the first time, I didn't feel this way, just a faint, dispensable feeling.

I sat facing the piano in front of me, unable to express my feelings. A "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" and a "Mountain Flowing Water" just sit quietly, playing the strings and expressing my feelings. This is all my feelings for the piano.

On weekends, I was intoxicated by the long piano sound. I forgot others and troubles in this self-state. Only music composed of these 2 1 strings. This melodious piano sound and simple piano sound are my constant companions. I really like this feeling.

I like many feelings, such as the warmth when the sun shines on me, the tenderness when the wind blows over my face, and the calmness when the music rings in my ears, but these are not as good as my feelings about the piano.

Maybe I will leave this piano soon. Spring flowers are blooming and catkins are flying outside the window. This piano is in front of my eyes, like a person, smiling; Like a song, melodious and beautiful; Like poetry, flowing; Picturesque and lifelike.

Joan accompanied me like a bosom friend. Always, always ...

Life is a TV play, I am the protagonist, but the protagonist can't act alone. What shall we do? So I have been accompanied by my family, friends and relatives all my life.

I still remember that summer vacation, I recovered from a serious illness and returned to my grandparents' home. When I sleep at night, my stomach hurts and I'm about to cry. At this time, I had a stomachache and vomited all over the bed. Fortunately, my mother arrived in time and my hair was not stained. Looking at the mess, I feel uncomfortable and sad.

With the help of my mother, I went to the bathroom to take a bath and calm down. After my mother packed everything, I was so tired that I fell on the bed. And my mother sat quietly beside me with me, and the bedside lamp was always on for me. Mother stroked my head and looked at me kindly.

Hey, who said I was weak! I vomited after sleeping for a while. Fortunately, mother caught it with a basin, or she would throw up on the bed again. Looking at my mother's loving and anxious appearance, my heart thumped. At this time, my mother took a glass of water and asked me to gargle again. Then the night quieted down. My mother's appearance was imprinted in my sleep.

When I was sick, I was accompanied by my mother, which made my messy heart calm and warm.

And I firmly believe that no matter when and where you live, there will always be love with you.

Accompaniment topic composition 10 In the long river of memory, someone will always enter or leave, which is fate. However, there will always be something left behind, which can't be blown away lightly and forgotten indifferently like a dress blown away by the wind.

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I was timid when I was a child, probably because I was weak and sick from childhood, and I didn't like to communicate with people. In my memory, when I was a child, I seemed to spend it with my parents. Dad and I play basketball and run together to strengthen our physique; Mother accompanied me to play house and cultivate sentiment; When it rains and thunders, my parents always stay with me, but I can't find a friend in my life.

A little older, in primary school, still the same. My parents are very anxious and take me to my neighbor's house every day. Gradually, with two or three children, my parents deliberately alienated me and stopped playing with me. At that time, I was really anxious, like ants on hot bricks, anxious and helpless. I had to bite the bullet and look for friends everywhere, just like a tadpole looking for his mother. Primary school time flies like an arrow, quietly passing between gestures, and slowly slipping away between me and my friends. At this time, my memory is all about getting along with my friends.

But now, I am in junior high school, and I have been friends with books for a long time. It is often said that books are the ladder of human progress. Now I am climbing this bright but dangerous ladder. This road is full of mud and hardships, but I still have no hesitation. Because I have family and friends with me all the way! They are like lighthouses, guiding my direction; They are like blue sky, I am white clouds; They are like the ocean, and I am a small fish ... They have been with me all my life, and it is because of them that life has become colorful!

Thank family, friends and knowledge for accompanying me, forgive me and accompany me!

Accompaniment topic composition 1 1 spring, summer, autumn and winter, unpredictable, it doesn't matter, love is enough.

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Dad's love for mom.

On the night before my mother's birthday, my mother had something to do, and I had an "emergency meeting" with my father. Dad said he would decorate the house with balloons and roses to surprise it. I can only say in my heart, "I'm surprised that people get so excited in middle age!" Dad is still talking happily. I can't help it Who told me I was his son? I can only listen to his arrangement.

The next day, my mother asked with interest, "What day is it today?" Dad and I just shrugged our shoulders and pretended not to know. We laughed when mom left in disappointment.

In the afternoon, after mom went out, we spent an hour making our home look brand-new. The vase is full of roses and there are colorful balloons in every corner. Mom came back and saw this scene, and tears followed. We pushed the cake and sang a birthday song. We embraced excitedly and enjoyed this unforgettable night.

Mom's love for dad.

Whenever it's dad's birthday, my dad and I can have a nice meal. Mom put on her "war shirt" and dad was helping her. Maybe he was moved by his mother's superb cooking. He stopped his work and looked up, but he didn't know that his good friend "Trick or Treat King" was online. I picked up a glass of cold water and poured it on my father's head, and we began to "fight". How about mom letting dad taste the food? Dad tasted it and the expression on his face changed 180 degrees. It turns out that mom gave dad a spoonful of salt. That night was spent in joy and food.

Time flies, time is like running water, love haunts my heart, and every day is meaningful and not boring.

Teacher's comment: Love each other and kill each other. The material selection angle is novel. The same angle and different themes express a full sense of happiness. It's delicious and memorable!

Accompaniment topic composition 12 Everything goes well with friends, and sunshine is everywhere.

It is said that everything went smoothly that day when the west stretched due east. Sure enough, the birth of the Red Sun is magnificent in this world, and I confidently took the first monthly exam in the fifth grade of primary school.

The first game is my best English. As soon as the test paper was handed out, as soon as I saw that it was just to my taste, I picked up a pen and wrote it quickly. After winding up, I was about to leave the classroom when I suddenly heard a confident and loud voice: "Choose C for the sixth question and F for the last question." I was puzzled when I heard it, because I clearly remember that I chose B in the sixth question and T in the last question. At this time, the auspicious day in the sky did not know to hide behind that cloud.

After another exam, I returned to my class and sat on a stool, silent and glassy-eyed. My deskmate gave me a hand and said, "Come on, there's another subject. Our group depends on you! " ""That's right, "the table in front of me was fooled." If I win this attitude test, you will lose face. "

I adjusted my mind a little. Facing the rising sun, I went to the examination room again. Finally, this auspicious day accompanied me through the last exam.

Two days later, it was sunny again, and everything was all right, but I circled a black circle on the calendar discontentedly-because the results were announced today.

When I arrived at school, as a representative of English class, I held the paper with trepidation, and found that one of them was 100, muttering, "Who is so rude?" After saying his words, he added, "Me?" Hearing this, my friend rushed over. They didn't come for paper, but for me. The students leaned in and said, "Full marks, not bad!" "Thanks to us, if we don't encourage him, won't the next few subjects be finished?"

Well, everything really fits. Look up, the sun is smiling at me.

It seems that everything is suitable for the days with friends!

Companionship topic composition 13 companionship is like fish can't live without water, cats can't live without fish, and I can't live without you, mom. I am like a small fish, swimming freely with your company.

My mother has been with me for ten years, from the first time my baby cried to the present laughter, and from the candles on the cake every year, it has gradually increased. Companionship is like five flavors, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

In the morning, the gentle sunshine shines on my face through the glass, and life begins day after day! I can smell an attractive fragrance when I get up every day, so I wash my face quickly. Before I go to the table, I can see a different breakfast every day. I can't help but be glad to have a mother who can arrange it so well. Although a simple breakfast can't express anything, it contains mother's warm love, and her love is like spring breeze.

"Banabana" I gulped down rice porridge while my mother was preparing for my school. Pens, pencils and erasers are all in the pencil box, but my mother will inevitably miss something.

"Mom, what should I wear today?" I "stroked" my round belly and walked slowly to my mother.

"In the room, I'm ready. Go change it, and socks. " Mother cleared the dishes on the dining table. Every morning is like this. Every day, every day, every day, 365 days, I don't worry about my morning at all, because I have my mother's plans.

Mom, the moon is bright, because it is accompanied by stars; The vastness of the sea is due to the company of seagulls; With your company, I am not alone on the road of life.

Accompaniment topic composition 14 The word "companionship" seems simple but heavy. Companionship can be seen everywhere in life. It brings love into people's hearts, but it really needs an experienced interpreter to interpret this ordinary "companionship". inscription on a tablet

I still remember my mother's amiable smile when I was a child; I still remember my mother's enthusiastic encouragement when I was a child; I still remember my mother's tireless teaching when I was a child ... She used her precious time and patience to guide me to success and accompany me to grow up silently.

Mom, you gave me life first. It was you who conceived in October that showed me this colorful world. You are still my first teacher. When I was still in your belly, you often walked to the overpass, pointed to the sky, white clouds, green trees and red flowers, and whispered their names to me. Although we are separated by a layer of belly, I'm sure I heard everything. Why else did I learn to speak so early?

Mom, you are my best teacher. When I was a child, when I was babbling, you bought a picture book for your child and patiently pointed it at me to teach me to read and understand things. After a preliminary understanding, you bought me a picture book of Journey to the West for me to read when I was bored. As soon as I saw the lifelike Monkey King, my troubles had long been forgotten and I was immersed in the joy of Journey to the West. Under your guidance, I slowly walked into the hall of knowledge and learned a lot about being a man.

Mom, you are my friendliest friend. Whenever I have any happiness or sadness, I will share it with you and enjoy the joy of success and the reflection of failure together. In the face of success, you told me, "Although you have succeeded, don't be proud, make persistent efforts." In the face of failure, you told me: "Failure is the mother of success." When I have my own hobbies, you will support me and let me explore my potential in my hobbies.

Accompaniment topic composition 15 It's raining in Mao Mao in the gray city outside the window, and the gray clouds overhead make me breathless. I looked down at her. We have been together for two and a half years.

I still remember that when she first came to report for duty, she stayed quietly in the classroom. The dazzling sunshine made her particularly charming and had an extraordinary temperament and beauty. Fate separated me from her.

After studying hard at the cold window for several years, the students around me changed batch after batch. I took her to a new address and met new neighbors. The scenery around me has changed again and again, and friends have gone again and again. The only constant is the dead tree outside the window and her who has been with me. Even the only bird's nest on the dead tree is empty. In the face of this rapid change, what can I yearn for? The only thing I can yearn for is that she can still.

When the classmates around her are getting more and more young, she is getting more and more vicissitudes and tired. The mountain of textbooks overwhelmed my little daughter. I can hear her deep breathing, intermittent crying and silent whining. ...

The long winter and summer holidays separated us. School is finally starting, and suddenly I find that there are many ugly marks on you. Who is it? Who painted your picture and betrayed you? Who kicked you hard? I am heartless, I am unjust, I didn't protect you, I heard your crying and felt your injustice. ...

It is another cold winter, and the weather is gloomy and sinister. I was beaten by everyone. Because of a sneer, I can't calm down for a while. I stand in a lonely corner, without anger and crying, only endless silence. It's you who brings comfort. Take it there quietly. The gloomy weather can't cover up your vicissitudes of beauty. I can only look at you and tell myself not to be depressed. ...

Suddenly looking back, there is nothing around me, only you, you still by my side, my desk.