Our composition

Some acquaintances need no reason, just a time, a place, and some unforgettable language, perhaps just the moment when eyes meet. There are too many things about us ... The following is my composition about us, welcome to browse.

The first article about our composition: I started a very long journey and experienced many difficulties and obstacles along the way. I crossed the barren desert, and friendship brought me showers; I crossed the swift river, and friendship set up a boat for me; I crossed the Grand Canyon in the broken walls, and friendship built a bridge for me. I walked through the rainy tropical rain forest, and friendship held up a small umbrella for me ... Along the way, friendship accompanied me and escorted me, making my journey so wonderful.

On the tree-lined path of the campus, it was raining cats and dogs, and the flowers and plants were bent and destroyed. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to wait quietly for the clear sky with other students. Watching a small umbrella fly away in front of my eyes, my desire to go home is getting stronger and stronger in my heart. Suddenly, a familiar smell came to my face, and a red umbrella bloomed in my head mountain. I looked up and a smiling face was trying to collect my umbrella. "Let's go together, let's go the same way", so came her heavenly voice. I was moved to nod at once and walked to the station arm in arm. There are so many people at the station. Yuanyuan and I huddled in the only open space, which was embarrassing. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is no trace of ending, but why is my clothes not wet at all? Turn your head and turn your umbrella sideways. Half your clothes are soaked. I felt guilty and pushed the umbrella, but Yuanyuan wanted to push it back. I threatened her that I would get wet, so she gave up.

After a cup of tea, the bus has arrived. We put away our umbrellas and are ready to set foot on them. I touched my pocket and it was broken. I lost my monthly ticket. I rushed back to the station, but I didn't call Yuanyuan. After a while, she found that I didn't get on the bus, so she didn't think I had swiped my card and rushed out of the car. I cried and told the whole story. Yuan Yuan immediately comforted me and turned over her own schoolbag. Finally, 1 yuan money surfaced, but only by ordinary car. We sat on the side of the road with umbrellas. From enjoying the sunset to enjoying the moonlight, the traffic lights change again and again, waiting for the bus to change again and again, and buses come one after another. I leaned on her in despair, but she took her time and kept telling me jokes. Finally, we had to wait for the bus to come. I greeted Yuanyuan quickly, only to find that her umbrella was still horizontal. Her wet shoulders speak for themselves. It's late, the shops are closed and there are few pedestrians. Looking at the round and tired figure, there is a small flower in my heart called moving.

After getting off the bus, Yuanyuan escorted me home and was ready to leave. I asked her where she was going, and she said to change trains at the station. Transfer? That means it's completely different, but she, I haven't had time to say thank you. Looking at the round and distant figure, my heart began to feel distressed. I must cherish this friendship.

Spring has gone to Qiu Lai, and the years are like songs. Three years later, the song ended, but Lao Yan flew away. But this heavy friendship in my heart is like a shower in the desert, a boat on the river, a flying bridge in the canyon and a thin umbrella in the rainforest, which deeply warms me. Yuanyuan, your favorite lotus is in bloom. Let's go and see it together. ...

About our second composition: Do you feel that time passes too fast? When we entered primary school from ignorance to junior high school, the college entrance examination ended in a blink of an eye, and our hearts were more sad than happy.

It is said that friendship is the most precious thing in the world. I used to be dubious. Maybe we were still young at that time and didn't know what true friendship was. But after the washing of time, we are all mature, and it is not until we are naive and shy that we begin to understand friendship.

If I let you say goodbye to some classmates and good friends who have lived for three years, will you be willing? I can't bear it. I vaguely remember when everyone was listening together in the classroom. At that time, we were constantly complaining that time passed too slowly, why the bell hadn't rung yet. But now we won't, because our three-year high school career is over.

Everyone reluctantly said goodbye to each other, and their hearts were full of unspeakable words. At this moment, I suddenly began to hope to turn back the clock, let us all come back to high school, and let this parting moment come slowly. Yes, the college entrance examination is over, and everyone goes their separate ways. Maybe not for ten or twenty years. Shouldn't we cherish this beautiful friendship? I want to cry, I want to cry all my sadness and sadness, but tears are useless, just stay on my face for a while.

Maybe you don't understand that three years of high school will always end, but all the laughter we have experienced and every time we have spent are extremely precious to us. We struggled for three years, suffered for three years and were happy for three years. How can this moment not be sad? Teachers, too, have always encouraged us to face life well no matter what our grades are, and we need to go our own way in the future. Everyone looked at the teacher next to them, and their ears remembered the teacher's inculcation in those days, and tears flowed down. Teacher-student relationship, classmate relationship, how to give up.

I walk beside my good friend. He lowered his head and was silent. When he saw me coming, he tried to smile. I punched him so hard that we all laughed. Maybe after a few years or more, we all remember this sad moment, this unforgettable fragment.

Everyone came out of the school gate, and many cars stopped outside to take us home. Everyone stood wandering at the door. The teacher came running, and the serious password said, all the students stand still, and we will leave some photos as a souvenir. So everyone lined up in physical education class, waiting for the camera to come. Teacher Yang, a photography major on campus, came over with a SLR and a smile. He saw tears hanging on our faces and made fun of us, saying that we were still like children at this age, and everyone was laughed at by him. After relaxing, the school leaders also came to see me off. President Wang is still so kind, and everyone quickly changed the formation. Under the guidance of the teacher, we formed a circle and surrounded the teachers. Everyone laughed and shouted "one, two, three", so this precious moment became our permanent memory.

The college entrance examination is over, but we will never forget our friendship, which is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.

About the third article of our composition: Friendship is like a warm wind, which blows away the' severe cold' in winter and brings beautiful spring. Friends are the trees behind you, sheltering you from the wind and rain, and you are the rain and dew of friends, nourishing everyone's world. You, me and us are every leaf in the puzzle of college life. When we walk together, we become this vibrant tree.

Friendship between friends is like a cup of tea. At dusk, watch the sunset and enjoy the friendship of friends. Two years ago, we were passers-by. We met at the university station. With different smiles, different accents and from different places, they appeared in this land in a hurry. From the initial strangeness, to the familiarity, and then to the current familiarity. Time passed slowly, and there were deep and shallow footprints on the road we walked. The scenery on both sides of the road witnessed our friendship.

A friend is a flowering tree, a tree that provides you with shade when we are hot; It is a tree that provides you with a place to live when we are tired; It is a tree that rustles every day, reminding us to move towards our goal; Is a tree full of flowers, bless us when we succeed; It is a tree that guides us in the confused night; It is a tree, laughing with us, experiencing ups and downs, joys and sorrows with us. It is because of this tree that our life is so beautiful.

Walking on the road of life, we will meet many people, but more often, we will drift away from each other and never see a gust of wind in each other's journey again. But there are still a few people who will be your brothers and sisters sleeping in your upper bunk and who will walk through the university auditorium with you. Gather in this place from different places and start a new journey together.

A place of more than 20 square meters, a place where we will live for 4 years, and a place where dreams are nurtured. When there is no class, everyone sits together, chats and teases each other, and occasionally makes a little noise, but it is also a pleasant sound in ordinary life. For * * * to have a long talk all night, for * * to shout out the oath of "going forward" for a bright future, and for * * * to advance hand in hand on the broad road leading to the future. Halfway through the journey, along the way, bitterness and joy, failure and glory, darkness and light coexist. Along the way, sweat crossed the young face, the direction ahead was confused, and frustration dampened the arrogant heart. When we failed, they silently encouraged us; At the moment of our success, they also told us to make persistent efforts and fly to higher skies; At the moment when we are about to wave goodbye to this land where we have lived for four years, or when they watch the figure drift away, they silently say, "Brother, take care!" "

Life is a long road, and in the bustling sea of people, fate meets us. Prosperity is rising and falling, which is reflected in our eyes. We will not give up the pursuit of truth easily. I believe that as long as we work hard, the future will be extremely beautiful.

Perhaps, many years after graduation, we will get together and talk about the years, events and stories that belong to our group.