There is always someone by your side who will laugh with you, cry with you, and grow with you. The following is a composition about companionship is happiness that I compiled for you. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. Essay on companionship is happiness Part 1
What is companionship? Maybe two people standing side by side is a kind of companionship? Is a friendly call in the ward meant for companionship, or is it the family members around you who are together as always? I can't quite figure it out either.
On that moonlit and starry night, I was reading in the study, and while I was reading, I thought: Ah, it would be great if I could go out for a walk tonight! But my mother said that she had a headache, and her plan for a walk was probably going to be ruined... Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts. It was my mother. Could it be that she had read through my mind? "Tongtong, it's such a nice night, let's go for a walk!" Her mother's voice sounded weak and cold. yeah! I got excited and went downstairs side by side with my mother.
The bright moonlight shone coldly on the earth, and a few lonely stars hung on the dark blue night. The street lights stretched the shadows of my mother and me one after another. I watched carefully. Mom, her body is shivering a little. Could it be that it's too cold? Suddenly I remembered that my mother still had a headache and couldn't catch the cold. I took off my jacket and put it on for my mother. My mother declined: "Tongtong, you wear it, don't catch a cold and cough." As she said that, she gave me the jacket again. I suddenly felt a warm current flowing through my body. "Mom, it's okay, I'm not cold. You have a headache, and you can't blow in the air!" "It's okay!" "Wear it!" Mom finally couldn't resist me and put on my little jacket, "Good boy, you have grown up!" Mom murmured road.
Watching my mother put on my little jacket, I couldn’t help but smile. It was a happy smile and a knowing smile. My mother also smiled. I know that it was a happy and warm smile!
My mother and I were walking in the garden of the community. The cool wind caressed my cheek, but I didn't feel cold at all because my mother was by my side. Unknowingly, my thoughts drifted to my childhood. I often coughed, and my mother was always by my bedside, telling me stories, and helping me run back and forth to buy medicine. Usually, my mother would always make different tricks for me. Various love breakfasts, grilled chicken wings, pumpkin paste, seafood porridge, braised egg noodles...My mother is really considerate of my company!
Under the moonlight, I clearly saw a few strands of white hair on my mother's forehead and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes when she smiled. Mom, thank you for growing up with me, and I will grow old with you! Companionship is Happiness Essay 2
My mother is a typical accompanying mother. She lives in two places with my father. She endures the pain of missing her and only sees her once in several weeks, which further damages her own life. youth. Just so that my brother and I can have a good learning environment here.
There are so few mornings. The day was still dim and bright, and I was still immersed in sleep. You had already climbed out of bed, put on a coat, walked lightly, and quietly walked to the kitchen to prepare the morning for your brother. Whenever that happens, I always feel sad and wonder: If it were me, would I hold on, would I be able to control my sleepiness? But when I think about it in the blink of an eye, isn't it because we are your favorite sweethearts? After making breakfast, you would always gently shake your brother awake. After he finished his breakfast, you would go to bed and sleep for a while, and even fall asleep on the sofa. At that time, I would always wake up from my sleep, walk gently to the sofa, and look at you who had fallen asleep, and I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart. If I look at your face carefully, I don’t know when you have some spots. Is this a testimony that you care about us and accompany us?
How many afternoons. When it's time for me to get out of school and I haven't gone home yet, will you always be at the door, waiting for me to come home? When I come home, do you always feel happy? If you don't see me coming home, you should be worried.
How many nights. When I was writing my homework under the light, you would always bring me a cup of steaming milk. At that time, I always had a feeling of warm milk flowing into my heart, just because of your company.
Gradually, I have become accustomed to your company and the days of your company.
Companionship is not a material gift, but care in life, spiritual help, and advice in times of frustration. It is precisely because of your company and your love that I will grow up healthily and always be able to survive rain or shine.
Mom, thank you. I love you. Companionship is happiness, Part 3
In life, each of us is indispensable for the company of friends, relatives, and parents.
The most important thing in my life is the company of music. I've always loved music since I was little, and it all came from my sister. My sister is a piano student. She plays the piano very well. Whenever she plays the piano, I always watch quietly. I see her hands elegantly placed on the keys. When she plays, her fingertips flow like mountain springs. Pure and delicious notes. The romantic elegance of the piano set off the tunes she played, which made me deeply intoxicated. Since then, I have become obsessed with music. I listen to some music all day long and listen attentively. It is so beautiful!
From that moment on, I fell in love with music. Whenever I felt upset, I would listen to music and feel the happiness that music brought me. If you listen to the music carefully, you will feel that the music is the whispers of lilies to spring, the songs of birds singing to the wind, and the stars in the sky imitating the bright raindrops and falling cracklingly. Music is the night fire in the dark night, the song flowing in your and my hearts.
In life, there will be a lot of troubles. We might as well listen to music, close our eyes and understand what the music means. Feel it with your heart, I believe your life will have a unique flavor.
How pleasant it is to let music accompany you! Companionship is happiness, essay 4
"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Listening, bursts of cheerleading cheers rang out on the playground of Dongzhao Primary School in Jia Town, and the faces of the students and parents were filled with joy. Happy smile.
What happened?
At the end of school yesterday, Teacher Wang said mysteriously: "Students, parents will come to school at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon to participate in an activity. What specific activity is it? Teacher Wang will not tell everyone yet, leaving it in suspense. "We were all full of curiosity and wondered: "What kind of activity is it?"
The warm winter sunshine filled the campus of Dongzhao Primary School, and smiling parents were invited to come to the beautiful campus one after another. When parents saw the sports equipment on the field, they immediately understood what kind of activity it was. Oh, it turns out to be a fun parent-child sports meeting! The students were also very happy, some ran, some jumped, and some screamed. The playground is very lively!
A loud whistle sounded, and the students fell silent instantly.
"Athletes from the first competition - running with the ball, please come on." Teacher Wang said. I immediately took my mother's hand and rushed to the starting point of the competition. Looking around, I found that the young athletes were all like little lions, ready to go. Hearing a loud whistle, I immediately galloped out like a horse without a rein and ran to my mother quickly. Mom quickly tied a red rope on both of our feet. We held the ball and shouted the slogan that belonged to our tacit understanding as mother and daughter: "Left, right, left, right." The sound of laughter and shouts came to mind in our ears. My mother and I rushed to the finish line. But as we walked, the rope opened. The two of us smiled at each other and immediately started taking remedial measures. We finally reached the finish line and failed to get first place. I felt a little disappointed, but I secretly made up my mind: I will perform well in the next game!
As Teacher Wang shouted: "Students, the next project is to throw sandbags. Whichever student has more sandbags entering the basket will win!" This time my mother and I discussed it quietly. With the strategy in mind, my mother leaned over my ear and said: "Baby, throw the sandbag as high as possible, so that it has an arc in the air and it will be easier to get in." My mother held the bucket in her hand, and I was always ready with the sandbag. As soon as the whistle sounded, I started to throw, but because I was so excited, I threw the sandbag too far and missed.
My mother said loudly: "Girl, come on! Think about our strategy." I threw it and hit it, and I jumped up happily. But I knew in my heart that this was not the time to be happy, so I continued to vote, one after another. My mother and I cooperated very well. Beep. As soon as the whistle blew, we all stopped. After counting, the referee announced: "Liu Yuxin's classmate is first in the group!" I danced excitedly and hugged my mother.
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We also participated in frog jumping, parent-child rope skipping and other competitions, and the competition was also very fierce. Finally, our Principal Si made a summary of the sports meeting, and our favorite Teacher Wang presented us with awards and took a "family photo" of Class 1, Grade 3.
Happy time is always so short! The sports meeting ended with 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! Essay on companionship is happiness, Part 5
You have to remember those who accompany you, they make up every bit of warmth in your life, such companionship is happiness.
Warm company in the sunshine. The sun's shadows are broken through the branches, and the early summer wind spreads over the playground, wrapping the undulating green canopy like an ocean. The sunlight leaks from the gaps in the branches and leaves, breaking into bright spots on the ground. The face is filled with sunshine and warmth. The warmth mixed with the breeze gave me a slight itching feeling. I squinted my eyes and leaned against her. Just like all friendships in youth, we didn't say a word to each other, only being in quiet company. She held a book, and the sound of page turning sounded from time to time like the stops in a poem, which outlined her calm appearance. I closed my eyes and leaned against her, the wind gently caressed my hair, and all my senses seemed to be in one. It was amplified in an instant, and her steady breathing gradually became clearer. I suddenly felt the warmth of this world, and that pure and transparent happiness filled my heart. We are always speechless, but we are by each other's side. Such companionship is already happiness.
Warm company in the wind and rain. There is no need to return when the ink is splashed on the sky. The sky is like a large piece of pure white life with ink splashed on it. The sudden rain is like a sudden scene withered peonies, weaving a transparent curtain between the sky and the earth, vaguely covering all of us. shadow. Many people like to run in the rain, and they do it with the whole class, everyone is by their side, there is no noisy play, only quiet company. Teenagers will all like the wind blowing by their ears, the rain soaking their clothes, and the joy of rushing forward like crazy. But we understand each other tacitly, slow down, and give him or her a hand that is struggling and panting. Needless to say What? Just raise the corners of your mouth slightly, stretch out your hands, adjust your breathing, and then run forward in large strides. The running team will always be neat and tidy. I suddenly felt the warmth of this world, and that kind of pure and clear happiness filled my heart. This is our pride. We are all rich, and this kind of companionship is already happiness.
Now, I would like to remember you, those who accompany me. Your company has been the most beautiful and warm happiness throughout my long youth.
May your youth never fade away, and may you stay with me for a long time. Companionship is happiness, Part 6
In my life, there is a mother who gives me life and breaks her heart for me!在我的记忆中，她通常以揍、骂等等出现在我的眼前，但是世上哪有妈妈不爱自己的孩子呀，有一件事让我十分记忆深刻。 It was a day that I hated, January 28, 2018; after receiving the notice, the top students walked into the classroom with their heads held high, and their faces looked very foreign; while the bad students gathered around in groups. We were discussing winter vacation plans together. I looked around confusedly and thought: I have been admitted to the No. 2 Middle School, so I should have done well in the exam, so I stopped thinking about it. About 30 minutes later, Teacher Lin came over with heavy steps holding the report card. My heart began to shake violently again for some reason. My mother and I sat on the chairs in the classroom. To be honest, I was very uneasy. Teacher Lin said: "Let me read the grades, A, B, C, D.
"It's hard for me to say now. I'm more nervous than the exam. It's like there are 1,000 bullets aimed at me. I listen to the results quietly. The A grade passes without my name. I'm like a bug about to fall into the water. , flapping my wings desperately, but unfortunately I had to get double C in Chinese and mathematics. I suddenly felt like I was hit hard by an iron pot, my face was burning like a fire, and I was in a dire place. The students' eyes were extremely sharp, like knives piercing their hearts.
My mother was very angry when she heard this, and she said to me: "How did you pass the exam?" "I didn't know what to say and felt very uncomfortable. After the meeting, my mother picked me up and left. I fully expected that this would be bad! As expected, my mother really started to educate me. She said Asked me: "Oh... I said you really are. You see many other people have made progress..." I was also very sad. The results this time still gave me a big blow. To be honest, at that time I really wanted to give up on myself, but - my mother said to me seriously and with many angry words: "Don't you want to learn anymore? "I stopped, feeling very confused inside, but I still said: "I want to learn! "I know very well in my heart that I really want to learn. It may be due to some inconveniences in methods and thoughts. As I walked, my tears gradually flowed out, because I felt that I was not sensible at all. In the past few weeks, Here, I really didn’t pay much attention. I only wrote what the teacher assigned me every day, and I didn’t focus on my studies, so I was flustered in the exam and my grades plummeted. There was a reason why my mother and I walked home. On this road, she did not beat me because I failed in the exam. Instead, she always encouraged me and told me that I would encounter setbacks on the road to study. She told me not to be knocked down by one or two difficulties, to face failure bravely, and then find my way to success. To overcome it, I think this is the happiest time for me. Maybe it is not happy, but being able to talk sincerely with my mother is the happiest time for me. I am also grateful for my mother's companionship along the way. Composition 7
Outside the car window, the flowing scenery is like a slowly unfolding ink painting; inside the car, people are talking to each other, discussing various things with each other.
I was sitting in an aisle seat in the middle of the car. Across the aisle, there was a father and son sitting in the same row as me: the father looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with wrinkles on his face. Criss-crossed, with a head of black hair mixed with some white hair, wearing a pair of white socks and two shiny black leather shoes on his feet, he looks like an old man who loves to be clean; the young man also has a neat hairstyle, and there is no hair in front of his forehead. He had messy hair and was wearing a white shirt. He was clean and handsome.
As the car got on the highway, it gradually became quiet. Many people rested their heads on the backrest and closed their eyes. Blinking, he said to his son: "Isn't it still far from the destination? I'm a little tired and want to lean on the back of the chair to sleep for a while. You call me when I arrive at the station. The young man looked at the old man with pity and said, "Okay, but it's safer for you to sleep against me." The father frowned and whispered, "Isn't this bad? There are so many people watching." "It's okay. It's okay to sleep against me. Come on." The father sighed and had no choice but to lie on his side in his son's arms. He closed his eyes slightly and murmured softly: "I have grown up with you, and you should grow old with me." "The smile blooming on the old man's wrinkled face was like a flower.
The father stretched out his right foot, put his left foot on the ground, and entered the "baby sleep" state in a short while. The young man gently raised his father's head and stretched out his right arm to put it under his father's head. His father's mouth was slightly open with a smile, and he seemed to be having a sweet dream. The saliva flowed out from the corner of the old man's slightly opened mouth, and then dripped on his son's pants. The young man used a napkin to gently wipe the saliva from the corner of his father's mouth, and then wiped his own pants. Like a loving father looking after his child, the driver suddenly honked the horn, and the father was so shocked that he lost his balance and fell to the ground. The young man quickly stretched out his left hand and hugged his father's shoulder.
The father suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Have you arrived at the station?" "It's still early, you can continue to sleep!" The young man smiled, secretly shook his sore right arm, and gently used his left hand to Patting his father on the shoulder. The father held his son's right hand tightly.
I was moved by the warm scene in front of me - how familiar it was! Scenes also emerged in my mind: when I was a child, I was tired from walking and asked my dad to hold me; I was sick and uncomfortable and vomited all over my dad; I went for a run with my dad in the park, and my dad was jogging in front of me, and I was like A little donkey is chasing after him like a wild animal... In the past, I was ignorant and thought that this kind of life scene was very common. However, the scene I saw in this carriage made me understand: there is a kind of happiness called companionship - accompanying yourself. Family, accompany your loved ones. One day in the future, I will also run slowly in front like my father, letting my children happily chase behind me like I did when I was a child; I will also be like the son in the car, running in front of my father when he needs it. , let him sleep peacefully in my arms... Growing up is inseparable from companionship, and companionship is a kind of happiness! Essay on companionship is happiness, Part 8
When I was a child, happiness was undoubtedly in the dark night, with the stars twinkling, accompanied by my grandfather’s rough hands. In an instant, that kind of tranquility had already gone away like running water, and all that was left to me was the longing for my grandfather.
On the weekend, I returned to my hometown to visit my grandfather who had been away for a long time. There, there is a wilderness and low hillsides. Spring is here, the grass grows, orioles fly, and the feathers of the sun fall gently. A road covered with grass and broken flowers leads into the distance, where the mountains and the sky are level. When we arrived at our destination, it was already afternoon. Grandpa was tending flowers and plants in the yard in front of the door. There were a few green vegetables in the corner of the garden. He lowered his head and was surprised when he accidentally saw me. The wrinkles on his face were like fish. The ripples caused by the child jumping out of the water.
The sunshine is as soft as catkins. I sat in front of the door with my grandfather. My grandfather looked tired. He was like an old tree. Unknowingly, it had lost its leaves and became bare. It couldn't even hold the sunlight as light as a feather. Everything was quiet. My grandfather and I admired the silhouettes of flowers and plants, wandering in happiness. The rows of flower stands were like delicate stitches woven by skillful women, and they danced in the wind.
"Haha, I'm really old!" Grandpa murmured... and fell asleep with a sigh. His figure looks so small, like a wrinkled walnut! I stayed with him all the time, his mouth half open and snoring like thunder. He was leaning on the chair, and the dense spring light shone on Grandpa through the branches and leaves. The hair on his head and the stubble on his chin were dazzlingly white, with specks of frost falling off. I felt extremely happy instantly, listening to my grandpa’s snoring made me feel so at ease. I have never had such an experience: On a quiet afternoon, I quietly accompanied my grandpa who was resting quietly. It seemed like just yesterday he was in high spirits and writing articles for his neighbors with great literary talent. At that time, his back was like a thick wall.
The sunshine is infinitely good, as if it was still the same as before, warm and worry-free. But I have grown up and grandpa is old! My eyes are a little wet, maybe it’s because the sun has dazzled my eyes! At some point, grandpa actually became shorter. He finally crawled on the ground like a plant that had exhausted its vitality. How I want to turn back time, accompany you, and experience the taste behind this happiness. How I want to enjoy this feeling of happiness again!
Vaguely, I seem to have returned to my childhood, with the stars blinking and the happiness of my grandpa accompanying me. Now, the sun is shining on the ground, and I am happy to accompany my grandfather.
As my thoughts drifted back, I couldn’t help but think: Behind happiness is companionship! Essay on companionship is happiness Part 9
What is happiness? Happiness is a cup of light spring water, or someone else's approving glances at you. I think it is the company of my parents.
I may not remember the memories of my childhood, but at least I know they are beautiful. Since I entered the third grade, my parents have been busier than usual. Sometimes my mother would not come back at all if it was too late. I really want a machine that can go back in time so I can enjoy my childhood.
I remember something from my childhood. When I was a child, I lived with my grandparents.
Sometimes I have to stay at home during holidays while my parents are still working. I miss them very much. Sometimes when I call, my parents will often ask about the situation at home, but I am not alone there, but I would rather they come back to accompany me.
Until one day I grew up and went to elementary school. My mother left her previous job to take care of me full time. I was quite satisfied at first, but in the end I was dissatisfied. I thought the breakfast my mother made was unpalatable. Every time I didn't finish eating, I would run to school with my schoolbag on my back, which really made my mother sad. But now I understand that we should cherish food.
Dad comes back once a week and is very tired. I understand. On the surface, Dad seems indifferent but he really cares about me. He would bring us gifts every time he came back, but I didn't care about the gifts, what I really wanted was companionship. Sometimes he comes back to say a few words and then goes back to work.
Now that I have grown up, my parents are sometimes free, and I can only say a few greetings, pour a cup of tea and go to do my homework.
Although I am busy, I am satisfied if you can accompany me sometimes. Companionship is happiness, Part 10
Since you were 3 years old, you have been by my side and never left. When I was learning languages, you always wore colorful clothes and accompanied me through the colorful childhood days; during the rapidly growing childhood, you accompanied me to adventure, travel and grow; now, I have entered the rainy In my teenage season, you have become a part of my life.
As soon as the final exam results came out, I failed again. The sympathetic looks and kind words of comfort from my classmates left me breathless. When the bell rang, I was the first to rush out of the classroom and run back. After leaving home, with anger and regret, I lay in bed with you. No matter how crying or crazy I was, you were always by my side and looked at me quietly, with such pure and gentle eyes. I lay quietly in your arms, feeling your comfort with my heart. You calmly told me a story. It was Russia in the 19th century. There was a talented young man named Luo Ting. He was smart and eloquent. He has a keen eye for seeing people and things, accurate judgment, and a kind heart. He only lacks one thing - perseverance. Because without perseverance, he will give up escaping every time he encounters difficulties. He gave up beautiful love and gave up because of various difficulties. I lived my beloved career, gave up the opportunity to make a living, and spent a painful life that I thought would be glorious. In the end, I lost confidence in myself. You looked at me quietly, I knew what you were going to say, I calmed down and began to reopen the painful test paper, I don't want to be Luo Ting.
Every night when I was doing my homework, the sky was dark and beautiful, and I thought of you. I remember that in the fifth grade, the Mathematical Olympiad was my mortal enemy. It was like a weird old man, but under the force of the teacher, I had to meet him every night. I thought he was a sarcastic little old man with a mustache who pretended to be mysterious to me every day. It was also a beautiful night. Under the watchful eye of that hateful "Little Old Man, Mathematical Olympiad", I secretly chatted with you. You were wearing a green gauze skirt that day. There was a special kind of beauty that strongly attracted me. Mathematical Olympiad. 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, going back and forth. Yours and I were both tired and confused. You told me this intermittently that day. A story: A little girl suddenly lost her biological mother and had to live with her weird and irritable grandfather. Later, she found the advantages of her grandfather and lived happily together. Later, you ran away in a panic, and the green figure left behind made me reflect. Slowly, I fell in love with this weird but knowledgeable "old man" in Mathematical Olympiad.
For 9 years, you have been by my side to accompany me as I grew up. You told me that no matter what difficulties I encounter, you will always be by my side, giving me confidence, inspiration and courage. .
Thank you for your company, my dear book.