Lead: There are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy in life, and everyone can feel it, and so can I. I have tasted the bitter taste, so that I don't feel difficult and sad. The following is a long and half-propositional composition that I share with you. Welcome to learn from it!

1: It's good to have a teacher's company

At this moment, your top student is sitting in the examination room and writing to you. I feel that in this way, I can better pour out my thoughts and express my heart: I am very grateful for your company in the past three years.

I just entered junior high school, and I have problems with my learning attitude in primary school. My first monthly exam was a mess! Instead of blaming me, you gave me an article entitled "Don't give up on yourself even if you are the last one" and told me to read it once a day. You have taught me to be a camel, because on the long road in the desert, if I persist with perseverance for a long time, there will be an oasis ahead. "

Do you still remember the old class? After the final exam of Grade One, I was ranked in the middle and lower reaches of the class. For me, that's a fantasy! Mom and dad began to care about my studies after you held the parent-teacher conference, and they have confidence in me.

The second day of junior high school soon ushered in winter. The snow is so heavy, spinning and rising in the wind, but for me, I can't feel its struggle and fighting spirit at all, and some are just sour. My father was laid off and went away to make a living. I can't face the reality that my father is not around, and I always feel that the sky is falling. Every day in class, I feel sleepy. My classmates gave me the nickname "Daxian". Perhaps, you have seen through my heart.

Do you still remember the old class? On that day, the school awarded the progress prize. You brought it to my home for a visit. Mother received my progress award from you, and her face was like a flower, and long-lost laughter echoed in my humble room. When you left, you told your mother, "Your son has risen to the middle and upper reaches of the class. If you work hard, you will enter the ranks of top students. There is hope for being admitted to No.1 Middle School!"

old class! You don't know! After you left that day, my mother cooked me a braised pork for the first time.

Spring in Grade Three comes earlier than usual. On a monthly exam, I accidentally got the first place in my class, but you didn't congratulate me. After the monthly exam, it happens to be your birthday. Please invite some of our class committees to your home for dinner. At the table, I really want to hear your praise for me, but you told us, "I did well this time, but I may not do well next time;" If you don't do well in the exam this time, you may not do well in the exam next time; There are people outside, and there are days behind. "

Do you still remember the old class? Since then, I have studied with an open mind and gained a firm foothold in the ranks of outstanding students.

Today, in the examination room, I recorded my feelings in the simplest words: I am very grateful for your company in the past three years. I want to say: Lao Ban, your company is as beautiful as flowers; Like a song, beautiful; Such as wine, fragrant and mellow; Poetry, profound artistic conception, colorful.

Lao Ban, you know, it's nice to have your company!

Second, it tastes longer with rice porridge.

If you hold a violin in the hands of a musician, the music will be beautiful. A brush, held in the painter's hand, blooms in spring; A bowl of rice porridge, in the hands of my mother, will melt the affection. With rice porridge, the taste is longer.

since I entered junior high school, the amount of homework has gradually increased, and every time I go home, I plunge into the homework pile. Mother was very distressed, so she began to cook porridge for me. At first, my mother cooked me only milky white rice porridge, which was plain on the surface, but in fact it was very fragrant, refreshing and delicious. I always wipe my mouth and say "delicious" happily after eating. This casual praise gave my mother unlimited "stamina"! The pattern of porridge on the dining table began to churn, from ordinary spinach porridge and cabbage porridge to red bean porridge and mung bean porridge in summer to peanut porridge, preserved egg porridge and mutton porridge in winter ... All kinds of rice porridge accompanied me under my mother's exquisite cooking skills.

In the quiet night, under the bright light, I sat in the warm rice porridge with the soothing rice fragrance, accompanied by my mother's concerned inquiry, "Did you have a good day?" I can always feel extremely comfortable and relaxed. Not only that, but I also feel a stronger and longer-lasting taste-maternal love! That day, I was enjoying mushroom and ear porridge and suddenly asked my mother, "Mom, why did you think of cooking porridge for me at that time?" My mother said, "When you go home every day, I want to talk to you for a while, but I'm afraid I'll disturb your study, so my mother cooks porridge slowly at home, while accompanying you to do your homework slowly ..." Listening to my mother's words, I was inexplicably moved and felt that the taste of porridge was more intense.

the longest love is companionship! The process of accompanying a son to grow up is like waiting for a pot of porridge to be cooked. Love is in thick porridge, accompanied by rice porridge, which tastes longer!

3: Your company tastes long

Take your love as the motto of love, because I just want you to be the best. Put your love into the journey of love, no matter where you go in the world, because someone misses you and someone loves you.

The love of father and mother is an eternal topic.

a father loves mountains and a mother loves water. Whenever you are lonely, you will think of two people who have the same concern as you, that is, parents; Every time you feel sad, you will think of two people who have the same sorrow as you, and that is parents. Whenever you are happy, you will think that there are two people who have the same strength as you, and that is parents. In the past 14 years, the only two people who have been with me for 14 years are my parents, who have been with me through joys and sorrows and shared the sufferings. I am a boat, and my parents are the sea. They have been supporting me and accompanying me until I disappear into their arms. I want to say, "Mom and Dad, thank you for your company. You have worked hard.

until that time, I didn't know that my parents' position in my heart was far less than that of a hundred outsiders combined-one sunny day, I was working on a topic assigned by my teacher at school, leaning on my head, and I felt a little heavy and my forehead was getting hot. My deskmate told the class teacher, and the teacher called my mother, who helped me with my work at my grandmother's house, and I thought to myself. ......

but before waiting for 1 minutes, I listened to footsteps and looked at the back door and window. Oh, my God! That's my mother. My mother walked to the door and eagerly led me downstairs. I realized that my mother came by taxi, but you know, my mother seldom takes a taxi! But for me ...

... when I got to the bus, I heard my mother gasp loudly: "Mom, did you take a taxi?" "ah? Oh, the school gate is too narrow to get a taxi in. I was in a hurry and ran up. " When I heard this, I instinctively turned my head and looked out of the window. I was not looking at the scenery, but crying silently. My mother was not good at running. Last time I ran for five days, this time, for me. ......