When I was a child, I shuttled between two cities with my grandmother. The expectation when I went out, the joy during the journey and the nostalgia after I went back made me deeply fall in love with travel.
When I grow up, I leave home to study in a strange city. I like commuting between home and school. It takes more than an hour by train. Looking at the familiar scenery on the road and getting in touch with fellow travelers with different tempers and personalities around me, I have a harvest and a little insight.
Growing up day by day, I like traveling more. When I arrived at the university, my trip changed from short distance to long distance. And several sisters in the same dormitory, carrying schoolbags, set off, changing trains one by one and taking buses one by one. It was hard at that time, but they loved it. I've had enough fun, and the money is almost spent. With a tired body and an excited mood, go back and save my strength to prepare for the next trip.
If the previous journey often changed companions, then the journey has changed since I met him.
I like traveling, and I like the feeling of my company during the journey. I like him, and I like his company even more.
Before we set out, we got together to buy things for the trip. I said, what should I prepare for him? He said there were still some things to buy. I miss him, and he misses me.
On the trip, on the train, more often he was awake and I fell asleep. In his words, this is called saving your strength. When I woke up, he showed me the scenery I had walked through in his language. Lean on his shoulder and look up. I am in his eyes and he is in my eyes.
On the way, he took the bag and occasionally "lifted" me and asked him if he was tired. He said it was a piece of cake. He pulled me, and I leaned against him and walked through the scenery everywhere.
Now the world of two people has become a threesome, and my youngest son has joined our world. He likes to show his son around. Maybe he can't understand the scenery on the road yet, but I think he will remember the feelings on the journey. I take care of him and my husband takes care of both of us. Sweet smiles reflected on the faces of three people.
On the journey of life, there have been too many people, whether she or he, along the way, thank you.
Companionship is a topic. Everyone's childhood is accompanied by someone. Are your parents or others with you? It's still the familiar "Seven Wolves Belt" or "Fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots". You must be familiar with these two, and I have experienced them myself.
The best thing for me to accompany my childhood is my mother. It was also my mother who invited me to eat shredded pork with bamboo shoots, but in other ways, my mother did it because she also cared about me. Everything my mother cares about me is in my mind. The picture of my mother hitting me is vivid, but love trumps hate.
I remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, I went home for dinner after school. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I was attracted by a smell. I looked at it. It turned out that my mother was cooking noodles. Take a closer look! What a lot of materials! It looks delicious! The more I watch it, the more I want to eat it. I boasted to my mother, "I will eat three bowls later." Looking at the uncooked noodles in the pot, I had to watch TV and wait quietly. ...
Dinner is ready, come and eat. I heard my mother calling me. I rushed into the kitchen and took a bowl, immediately put a bowl on it and began to eat like a hungry ghost reborn. I want to eat the other bowl while watching TV. I shook it step by step, and I held the bowl well, but my foot slipped and fell, and the soup spilled on my hand, which made me scream and my hand was red. When my mother saw the accusation, she could bring me a band-aid to help me stick my mother's knife mouth and tofu heart, but it also warmed my heart, mom. My mother spilled noodles all over the floor after cleaning up and asked me if it hurt. My mother cared about me everywhere and accompanied me through my childhood.
Childhood, the most concerned about me is my mother!
Companionship is a topic. The grass is green because of the company of rain and dew.
Trees are lush because of the company of the earth;
Flowers are fragrant and charming, because they are accompanied by sunshine;
Because of the company of setbacks, I can make continuous progress.
Wonderful life thank you for your company-frustration!
In this world, where there is sunshine, there must be dark clouds; There is wind and rain when there is sunny day; Where there is success, there are failures and setbacks. What should I do if I encounter setbacks?
Perhaps, you will choose to escape and find a sheltered harbor; Perhaps, you will choose to cry and wash your broken heart with tears; Perhaps, you will choose to ask for help and seek a canoe you can rely on.
And I think facing setbacks frankly is the best way. Because life is an unbeaten flower, that setback must be the nutrient that moistens the flower; Life is incomplete without setbacks, and flowers that have not been nourished will wither sooner or later. If you want to make the Gobi desert full of flowers, you must face setbacks and accumulate the strength of life, and the existence of life will have new and deeper significance.
In life, everyone will encounter setbacks, and moderate setbacks have certain positive significance, which can help people get rid of inertia and urge people to forge ahead. Frustration is a challenge and experience. British philosopher Bacon said: "Most miracles beyond nature are in the conquest of adversity." The key problem is how to face setbacks. In the face of setbacks, we should not shrink back, but face difficulties. Even if the road ahead is bumpy, face it bravely. Only in this way can we overcome setbacks and surpass ourselves. Hawking and Zhang Haidi are the best examples. When we encounter setbacks, we can't just see its disadvantages. To learn to empathize, we must first adjust our mentality and say to ourselves, "Frustration is not a stumbling block, but a stepping stone to help us step by step to success."
The process of our growth is tortuous, always accompanied by setbacks and failures. Setbacks are like sharp grindstones. Only after polishing can our life shine brilliantly. "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Growth after setbacks is more meaningful, and setbacks are actually a fortune. Growing up is like walking on the beach. Rows of crooked footprints record our growing footprints. Only by experiencing setbacks can we move towards that brilliant tomorrow!
Colorful life is inseparable from your company-frustration!
The sky weaves a piece of black cloth for the night, embroidered with only a few twinkling stars and a moon like a jade plate, which makes the sky look so quiet and peaceful ...-Inscription.
The sun and the moon exchanged places, and at first light, it suddenly became dark. The birds stopped singing and the flowers stopped swaying. Only cicadas are the most energetic and occasionally sing. The lights in every household are turned off. Tired people also fall asleep. And I, with an empty heart, look up at the ceiling, awake, only uneasy and lonely.
Tossing and turning in bed, the consumed physical strength turns into the creaking sound of the bed board. I don't know if it's because the loudness is too big, "leading" a shadow. Approaching, I realized that it was my mother. She hung her eyelids and said to me gently, "What, don't you sleep?" I opened my mouth and gave a hard smile, then she pulled open the tent and stuffed it into the bed. I closed my eyes with my mother in my arms.
Time slipped away with the ticking. As for me, I am not sleepy because of my mother's arrival. So, bored, I lifted the lid and fiddled with the quilt repeatedly, but my energy didn't seem to be released, but I was still awake.
Looking around at the silence and black paint, a sense of fear arises spontaneously. Originally, the brain was blocked, and suddenly it was full of skinny and evil visions, and all the ugly faces followed. Suddenly, I felt my heart beat faster and I felt cold. I turned to look at my mother, who was so quietly asleep. My young heart touched my nerves, and I cried for it.
And this sound seems to affect my mother's calm. She opened her eyes, stroked me and said, "Go to sleep!" "I feel a little relieved about this and my heart is calm again. But the weather was not beautiful, and she woke up her mother again and again. This time, my mother took a deep breath, and I looked at her guiltily, fearing that she would accuse me of being sarcastic and disturbing her dream. But everything was unexpected. She turned over and said softly, "honey, don't be afraid, go to sleep!" "! I will always be with you! "Then, she vaguely sipped her mouth and hugged me into her arms. After closing my eyes, I thought: How did she know I was afraid? But I am more grateful for her restless patience with me. She patted me on the back, as if my mother had put the child to sleep, which made me feel at ease. Every pat was accompanied by every tear of happiness, so I fell asleep. ...
The next day, after a night of tossing, I was full of energy because I could sleep. And mother, haggard dark circles. I didn't know until I overheard her talking to herself-she stayed up all night. ...
Looking at the white silk in my mother's black hair, I suddenly felt disappointed. Even if I use more grateful tears, I can't wash away the guilt ten years ago. It's just that I know more about my mother's patient company, which is my eternal love and something that really hurts me.
Whenever night falls, I always feel happy, because that company has been deeply rooted in my heart. ...
Accompanied by a topic composition article 5 is quiet and serene in the afternoon. Turn on the player, the gentle melody is accompanied by the warm breeze, and your figure, together with the past, emerges in front of my eyes. Thank you for your company, my friend.
I vaguely remember your neat white shirt when we first met, and I was surprised to see your bright smile. I am surprised that for the first time, I have established a friendship with transfer students so quickly. Your presence makes me feel indescribable peace of mind.
So, on the journey of life, you will accompany me from now on.
I remember one time when I was in physical education class, and I was accidentally injured. You were the first person to find me strange, and you quickly helped me to the infirmary. The anxiety on your face at that time is still engraved in my mind.
In the later days, you took me and I took you, covered in wounds and scars, but full of joy and no hesitation. Your companionship has turned into infinite strength and given me the courage to move forward.
Do you remember? When I scratch my head for a question in the exam and I'm not sure about the answer, you gently cough and pretend to push the answer sheet to me unintentionally; Do you remember? During the summer vacation, you were invited by me to teach me to play basketball. You demonstrated a movement that I couldn't practice many times. Do you remember? After school, you and I were stopped by several "hooligans" in the class and fought to drive them away. The two of them were dressed in dirty clothes and smiled happily. Do you remember? You and I won the crown in the knowledge contest of internal medicine, and our hearts were filled with pride, happiness and pride when we received the prize. ...
On the last day of last semester, you received a notice from a school different from mine. I exchanged all contact information with you, said goodbye with a smile, but turned around in tears-I thought we were leaving. But at the class reunion after the first mid-term exam in junior high school, you and I still called each other's names affectionately as before, and I suddenly found that the hearts of two people had been on the same journey; You've always been with me, never far away.
"Ah, the splendid fireworks in the night sky lit up the whole summer, which always made me inexplicably sad; Time, like the wind, flows quietly ... "You spent the happiest time in my life with me, and I never felt lonely and sorry. Dear friend, thank you for accompanying me all the way.
Accompaniment is the sixth essay topic "Dad, I'm going to school" and "Well, I see." This is a conversation between my father and me, which is always so short. People say that my father loves nothing. But it is this silent companionship that makes me know what happiness is.
My father and I are really speechless. I don't know why, I always feel that there is only silence and no love between my father and me. But I was wrong. ...
It was another school morning, and my father and I said goodbye briefly. As soon as I went out, a breeze blew, bidding farewell to the cold winter and bringing the breath of spring. I took a deep breath and felt much better. I can't help looking up at the sky and the white clouds in the sky. The line of sight gradually moved down, but suddenly stopped. I saw a familiar figure, that is my father! At this moment, my father was standing on the balcony looking at me. Seeing me looking at him, my father was at a loss and turned back to the house like a flustered child. I just stood there, wondering what it was like. It turned out that my father cared about me.
"The winner of this competition is." Suddenly, applause broke out in the auditorium, and I applauded together, but there was disappointment and disappointment in this applause, which was not my applause. I have been practicing the piano since I was a child. I have participated in many competitions and achieved many good results, but I never thought I would lose this competition. I feel sad when I think of the scene at that time. I remember that day, after the game, my father accompanied me all the way home. Along the way, I said nothing, and my father was silent. When I got home and was about to enter the house, my father suddenly said to me, "Never mind, don't lose heart!" " "Suddenly, my heart is warm. It turns out that dad loves me.
During the summer vacation, my father wanted me to experience life and exercise my independence. I was invited to attend the summer camp. After hearing the news, I was both excited and a little uneasy.
I was a little nervous on the day of departure. Father came over and patted me on the shoulder silently. His eyes were full of encouragement. I can't help settling down a lot. It turns out that my father's heart has always been with me.
Maybe there won't be much language between my father and me, but I know I have love as much as others. Yes, I will never be lonely with my father all the way.
Bright red flags are flying in the blue sky, and bright red scarves are rippling on 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!