Junior one friendship composition

Everyone has written a composition in study, work and even life, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my collection of friendship compositions of Grade One in Senior High School. I hope it will help you.

When we help others, others will feel warm in their hearts, and when others help us, we will also feel gratified. I have met things that others have helped me.

It was Monday morning. When I came to school, I opened my schoolbag and suddenly found that I didn't bring my pencil case. My heart suddenly panicked: how can I study and write without pens and stationery?

At this time, the bell of the first class rang. The math teacher came into the classroom and copied the exercises on the blackboard. Let's do them. The whole class was writing with their heads down, but I was there, waiting for a while, staring at the notebook, and couldn't write a word. Just as I frowned, the man next to me asked me, "Why don't you write?" I told him that I forgot to bring my pencil case, and he quickly said enthusiastically, "I'll lend you one!" " "He said, and took out a mechanical pencil from the pencil case and handed it to me. I took the pen and thanked again and again: "Thank you, thank you!" "I'll write it soon.

Writing, I can't help but be touched: although Gao's grades are not very good, he has the spirit of helping each other. Isn't this what we often call classmate friendship? I suddenly thought: what about Chinese and English classes after this course?

After class, my classmates knew that I didn't bring a pencil, so they lent me their stationery. You lent me a pencil, he lent me an eraser, and all my classmates gave me a helping hand. Suddenly I feel that our collective is warm and full of love everywhere. ...

Although this is only a small matter, it makes me deeply realize how warm it will be to accept the help of others. Perhaps a little help that is insignificant to others will bring warmth to each other in time. Helping is as happy as being helped. Helping each other is our human virtue. May each of us carry forward this virtue and let love spread all over the world.

Friendship is one of the most precious feelings in life. I don't know how many famous people in ancient and modern China and abroad used many beautiful poems to praise and praise it.

A great man once said: "People who can't get friendship are poor loners all their lives;" A society without friendship is just a bustling desert. "Friends are the spokesmen of friendship. They never abandon anyone, give up anyone. But to tolerate and accept others with your generous heart. Let others feel the warmth and care of friendship in them.

In the midst of prosperity, friends met us; In adversity, we met our friends. Celebrity Collins said this about his friend. This reminds me of a report I read in the newspaper a long time ago. A couple of friends went climbing together. It happened that it was raining and the road was slippery, and a person accidentally slipped. There is an abyss around. At this critical moment, his friend immediately jumped on him and took his hand. In this way, they persisted for about two hours before the "death gate". During this period, the man in danger told his friend several times to let go so as not to fall and die together. But his friend said, "Hold on a little longer, and someone will come to save us." Finally, it happened that three mountain workers saw it and saved them. But that friend's hand has been deformed. But he still smiled and said to his friend, "I told you someone would save us." At this time, the man had tears in his eyes and cried with his friend. If this happens to people without friendship, they may turn a blind eye or run away. Collins is right. We met friends in adversity and their greatness.

If friendship is a great and kind mother, then friends are her warm and familiar hands.

If friendship is a selfless teacher, then friends are her pointers to impart knowledge.

If friendship is a beautiful poem, then friends are the essence of that poem.

Friendship is the sun that never sets. Let friends approach your heart and nourish your soul.

Some people say that friendship is like water, light and long; Some people say that friendship is like tea, mellow and pure; Others say that friendship is like snow, loose and bright ... but in my eyes, friendship is not exactly like this.

In my eyes, friendship is your comfort when you are sad and your understanding when you fail. It was a relay race, and my classmate who handed the baton flew from the opposite side, but just as he handed me the baton in his hand, my palm slipped and the baton fell to the ground with a bang. When I returned to the team, the abuse immediately rushed to me, leaving me at a loss. Just then, a man rushed out of the queue and gave me a warm hug: "Never mind, we all know that you have tried your best …" It turned out to be my good friend Zhang. Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind.

Friendship, or secret competition, is the driving force for me to persist when I want to give up. My friend Guo Jinyao has always been strong. This time, he challenged me again. The exam began, and the classroom was terribly quiet, leaving only the "rustling" sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper. The paper was very difficult, and soon, I met a "roadblock". I tried to think, but I never got the right answer. I'm in a hurry: if I had known, I wouldn't have agreed to Guo Jinyao's challenge! Thinking about it, I looked at him and saw Guo Jinyao looking at me proudly, as if to say to me, "Why, you can't even ask such a simple question?" No, how can I give up? After repeated thinking, I finally got the correct answer. When I looked at Guo Jinyao again, he gave me a satisfied look.

Friendship is a kind of tolerance. Once, when I was free, I picked up my good friend Liu Yixuan and borrowed my pen to play. But at this moment, I found a terrible thing-a spring on the pen is missing! What should I do? This is her favorite pen! Many carpet searches failed, so I had to explain to her why. But Liu Yixuan didn't get angry after hearing this. She waved her hand: "Isn't it just a pen?" Think of it as a gift from me! "My hanging heart is stable.

This is the friendship in my eyes, which has long been an indispensable part of my life. Such a precious friendship, cherish it!

Buddha said: "Cause and effect are predestined friends, and thousands of samsaras are caused by fate." I think it's probably because I looked back and left you hundreds of millions of times in my last life that I met you, met you, met you and looked for our innocent years. Countless times of sinking, countless times of meeting, just to watch the ebb and flow with you.

Walking on the campus path, the songs are lingering in my ears, the notes are beating, and my heart is searching. In the colorful years, you are waiting, just for that sincere friendship.

Since we set foot in this school together, we have formed an indissoluble bond. In the half-month lost high school life we spent together, we worked hard together and helped each other just to improve each other. Because of childishness, we occasionally bicker. In the stumbling of friendship, I grew up day by day, bowed my head and meditated, shocking my friends. I used to feel uneasy. When I tripped and quarreled with you, I was worried about losing your friend. At that time, no one would give me spiritual encouragement and spiritual comfort. At school, I will be like rootless grass without support. You will miss duckweed in the rain and have no home. It will be like the star that cuts through the night sky. Without bright light, it will only be an unreachable star attached to the starry sky!

In the gap of time, every minute with you is happy. Without you, I will become an island and endure the erosion of the sea. I spent a full life with you.

You will comfort me when I fail; When I succeed, you will share the joy with me; When I am depressed, you will enlighten me in every way-these are unparalleled! You are my first friend in this school, but as we all know, the friendship between friends is probably very deep!

You-Shinohara, my best friend, when I am attached to the sky, would you like to be a star waiting for me? Friendship makes me feel at ease. Shoot down duckweed and miss you all my life.

When the moving glitz falls, it is the time when the friendship of friends flies in the sky and shouts!

Friendship makes me feel at ease.

The first day friendship composition 5 is sugar, which melts in your mouth. It is sweet, and friendship is salt. It is the spice of life, and friendship is the sky. Give us weapons at any time! ! !

MengMeng's bicycle suddenly fell off the chain, and we were as anxious as ants on hot bricks. MengMeng immediately began to practice. The bike seemed to be joking with her. When it was repaired, it fell down again. Several of us helped at once, and later found that it was really beyond repair. We let Mengyuan have a look at the bike, and MengMeng and I asked the doorman for help. The doorman said, "I can't fix it. There is a place to fix it. You can ask him to fix it directly, right over there ... "As he pointed, an aunt next to him joined in:" Yes! Just over there, you can see it in the past. " When our Chinese teacher, Mr. Chen, came, we had no choice but to pull the cart and leave. He saw us and came down: "What's the matter?" We said piteously, "The chain is broken." The teacher fixed it, and Meng stood there, confused. Tong Tong and I quietly comforted her.

Meng's luck is really bad. Both wrenches don't match. The teacher wanted to take Meng back, and Meng chose to ride a bike. After walking for a while, we girls chatted happily, but Meng began to cry: "Why am I so unlucky?" It's always me. "Meng almost doesn't cry. If you want to cry, you can hide from it. I know she was hit, not just a general blow. Tong comforted her: "Why are you crying? Aren't we still with you? " Meng stopped crying, but didn't say much along the way. We tried our best to make her laugh, and she tried her best not to be sad. We laugh and cry together. ...

Under the streetlight, m-girls chatted with relish. ...

Friendship is the sky, propping up our little world for us; Friendship is the sky, giving us a warm embrace; Friendship is a day in your life that will never die. ...

I was alone in the drawer in the dim light. Finally, I came out of the pile of books excitedly, holding an "old" photo in my hand.

That's graduation photo from our primary school. Six years, condensed into an instant.

After a brief joy, I silently stroked my old friend's cheek and fell into greater disappointment. After careful calculation, more than half of them have never contacted me, and some can't even remember their names. I racked my brains, trying to capture those pictures in the ocean of memory, even for a moment, but in the end, all I found was the frozen smiling face in this photo. The rust and blow of wind and rain broke the chain of friendship, and only the gears were still idling. Want to renew the old love, the other party seems to be in the distant fog, out of sight. The gear just turned empty, talking about the loneliness in my heart.

Friendship, so I lost it.

The river of fate washed us away. Distant friends gradually have their own friends, and I may have been stripped from their memories. Even if they occasionally think of me and want to see my face, they will never find that old photo, so I will take it with me, dusty in the past and dusty in the distance. We worked hard to stick to our friendship for six years, but the result was so fragile. If one day we are destined to meet again, I hope they don't know me and I don't know them. Let's pass by like strangers That friendship is irreparable, and it can only be more sad to forcibly retrieve it.

Friendship, so I lost.

I locked that friendship back in my memory locker, hoping that I would never find it again and never remember it again. Because, it is full of my greatest loneliness and lament.

I lost my friendship, and friendship lost me.

I opened my treasure chest and found a guzheng, and my thoughts drifted back to that friendship.

When I was ten years old, I first came into contact with the guzheng. I only heard it on TV at first, and the melody played by guzheng still lingers in my ears. So, I pestered my dad to give me a guzheng training class, and I met you there.

Guzheng is not so studious. I listen to the teacher for three hours every day, but you sit next to me and listen with relish. Finally, you can contact the guzheng, which is made of wood and has eight strings on it, and each string has white light. I was with you at the beginning of the group, and you smiled and said to me, "Hello! We will be friends in the future! " I responded with a smile. So, friendship came into my sight.

"How do you pull the wrong again? No, start again! " The teacher's voice rang in the ear again. Looking at my red fingers, I sighed. You saw it and said, "It doesn't matter. Learn slowly and you will get better in the future. " But novices are not allowed to bring fake nails. Every time they fiddle with a string, their fingers hurt. After three hours, the pain in my fingers always forced me to give up.

Finally, in the middle of that day, I was upset and slammed the guzheng and said, "I don't want to learn!" " "Zheng string broke with a bang. You picked up the guzheng in horror, just as the teacher came in from the outside, saw the broken guzheng in your hand and criticized you without hesitation. You didn't say anything. Afterwards, you said to me, "Guzheng stresses patience and hard work. If you can't bear the pain, you will learn nothing well in the future. "You look and act like an adult. At this time, friendship came into my sight again. After that, I spent about five hours learning guzheng every day, and my hands were blistered, no matter what. Because we agreed that we would play the guzheng together in the future, and we would also play Mountain Flowing Water, one of the top ten famous songs.

But after the training, we returned to our respective homes. At that time, "lofty aspirations" are now difficult to achieve. From then on, we occasionally play the guzheng during recess, trying to let that friendship enter each other's sight.

The friendship composition of the eighth day of junior high school "Friends have been together all their lives, and those days are gone, in a word, all their lives." This song reverberates in my mind, so poetic! Officially, such friendship is sweet and precious. At this moment, I remembered my impulse and regretted it. I want to regain my friendship with action.

How clear he is in my mind, thin body, big head, watermelon head, watery eyes. He likes to pretend to be handsome, a bit like the ordinary dance steps in Happy Planet 4, which makes people happy. We have been inseparable friends since the first grade of primary school.

On this day, the two of us were impulsive and reckless, which seemed to be the prelude to the "world war."

"Leave me alone!" He said loudly. "I didn't tell you, I don't want to make a toast." I retort. So he played the art of disappearing, and I hated it, so I looked around. It turned out that he was sorting out weapons in the corridor. No sooner had I approached him than a bamboo pole came at me. I dodged, dodged, grabbed and kicked, and he fell on his back.

Unconvinced and fierce, he came at me again, tossing and turning like this, and both sides lost.

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Since then, our friendship has broken down. After losing friendship, I thought a lot, the teacher educated us in time, and we also reflected on ourselves, right! How important friendship is!

I want to say to my friends sincerely: "I'm sorry, it was my impulse that hurt my sincere friendship." Let's relive our friendship and look forward to getting along with each other and helping each other! " "

Yes! Friendship is hard-won. We should seize it and never lose it again. How sweet and precious friendship is!

Everyone has joys and sorrows, but sometimes when he is angry, he will inadvertently hurt others, or he may do something that he regrets.

I once had a good friend who was inseparable. We share weal and woe, because we have the same interests and personalities and have a lot in common. Because of this, we are closer to each other. We cheer for each other and care for each other. We always share our troubles after class, and we often discuss our lessons together after school. Students often laugh at us as conjoined twins, because where there is him, there will be me, but there will be none.

I remember once he secretly went to see a net friend alone. No matter how I tried to persuade him, he still stuck to his opinion. Because he was worried, we had a big fight the day before he left home. Because he was so angry at the moment, he said angrily that he would break up, and he didn't want to be outdone. In this way, our friendship is really broken. At school, we are like strangers, and even teachers and classmates are worried about us.

In this way, because of an angry quarrel, we never said a word until graduation. Although we tried to apologize several times, we couldn't say it. We feel a little regret, regret why we said that, regret why we were so angry, and regret why we became a big stone in our hearts. Now I regret my anger. If I had held back at that time, I wouldn't regret it as much as I do now. Now my sadness and regret have made me understand that anger can't solve things. It is important to cultivate a good temper, because being angry may cost us one of our most important friends.

The cello's deep voice is like a river. The left bank is a time I can't forget, and the right bank is my once brilliant youth. Those years that we once thought we were obsessed with are forgotten in the process of our obsession. I still firmly believe that two parallel lines will intersect one day.

Every time I recall the moment when we met, I can't help laughing. Two innocent hearts, two young hands and two charming smiles have brought us together. Maybe this is fate.

I like to take you to the garden in spring, smell the flowers and have a long talk with you; I like sitting on the grass with you on summer nights, looking up at the starry sky with my knees and enjoying the romance and remoteness of the starry sky; I like the way your eyelashes shine in the sun, as if there were elves dancing on tiptoe.

Long song, long affection and long meaning. You-my dearest friend, your cordial greetings and sincere handshake, like a spring breeze blowing in my heart, like a clear spring flowing into my heart, you opened the small window of my heart and I set foot on the oasis of friendship.

However, fate came together, and on that rainy day, you told me with a gloomy expression that you were leaving! It was like a bolt from the blue, and my heart seemed to fall into the abyss, so lonely and helpless. Touching the wall wet by raindrops, my cold fingertips ached faintly, and I felt a little sadness in my heart, which deeply hurt my heart.

All friendships, all good memories, all tears and hugs, all unforgettable years, all rushed to a grand death on that rainy day.

I wandered in the street in a trance, letting the rain fall on me mercilessly, freezing cold. A good friend is like an umbrella to shelter you from the wind and rain. If you suffer from snowstorms in the distance, I pray to God that they will come to me. You are an eternal flame in a cold night, giving me warm love and great support and encouragement.

Yearning for heaven-sincere and pure friendship between human beings!

Junior one friendship composition 1 1 Feel the time, let you recall the past and benefit a lot; Feel life, let you taste the ups and downs of life; Feel the kindness of the teacher, so that you can experience the fun of learning; Feel the affection, so that you can have a port to dock in the face of wind and waves.

The rain of friendship moistens my heart. Looking back, who gave you a favorable look when you succeeded? When you failed, who extended an encouraging hand? When you lose your way, who leads you to the light? Be a friend, feel with your heart, and your friend is by your side.

My friends are my loyal listeners. Looking back, who is listening to the happy songs with us? Who will accompany us to drive away the painful entanglement? Who will play happy music with us? Still friends, friends just look at us.

A life without friendship is like a blue sky without a soaring eagle.

A life without friendship is like a sea without waves.

Life without friendship is like a desert without flying sand.

Life exists because of friendship, the breeze will be harmonious and the rain and dew will be clear. The spirit of friendship supports the monument of socialism, and the soul of friendship condenses into the Great Wall of class. Friendship idealizes a rainbow and communicates many closed hearts. Friendship comes from sincerity and nourishes many young hearts.

Walking on the road of life, the direction of friendship will intoxicate your nose, and the butterfly of friendship will dance gracefully around you.

Feel the friendship, there will be more clouds in the sky of life.

Feel the friendship and there will be one more star in the night of life.

Feel the friendship, and there will be more beautiful scenery on the road of destiny.

Don't let the fountain of friendship pass in your hands, stop and let it knock out touching music in your hands.

Don't let the direction of friendship drift in your nose, cherish it and let it leave an eternal taste in your heart.

Don't let the spark of friendship be small before your eyes, remember it and let it perform a gorgeous dance in your mind.

The sun shone on my black hair through the golden leaves, and I tilted my head. Looking at the dazzling sunshine, I couldn't help covering the light with my hand, but I still passed through my five fingers, and the light in the gap shone on my face.

The moment I stepped into the campus with light steps, I greeted the new campus life with a smile. I have her, my deskmate, and junior high school belongs to her. She is my best friend. Even the monitor of our class said that she and I were inseparable every day. My shadow is her and her shadow is me. I don't know what my deskmate thinks when he hears this sentence, but I have an indescribable taste of alacrity. My former friend told me that I must find a good friend in junior high school, but I think it doesn't matter even if I don't have a friend ... but I can't stand the enthusiasm of others. Just as I was about to give up the pace of continuing our relationship, she stood in front of me and warmly extended her hands to make friends with me. For a person who longs for friendship, but has been hurt many times because of friendship, I dare not extend my hands to meet her. I am afraid that I will be the last person to get hurt, because I don't want to be affected by damn friendship!

Time passes slowly in the clock until the gap in my heart fades away, and her every move can bring me warmth. I dared to climb the bell tower on the top of the school with her, only to find that I had great courage; Because I was with her, I didn't ask the teacher for leave, and I wandered outside for a class ... There were many things that made me feel so beautiful. She and I have too many similarities. She prefers being alone to being with others. I prefer quiet places to noisy places; I like writing, but I don't like playing intense games. like ...

Sit in the pavilion and feel the coolness brought by the breeze. A person's world, a person's atmosphere, a person's thoughts, have I really tasted friendship? It's really sweet. Thank you for letting me know the taste of friendship.

The friendship composition 13 of the first grade left a harsh and fierce impression on me from an early age. But sitting side by side with my father and chatting in the moonlight brought me a different feeling.

In the first grade, my grades plummeted, and the teacher talked to my father. It was the first time that I was called by my teacher to find my parents. My heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which is delicious except for a dose of sweetness.

I thought my dad would beat me up when I went back. Going home with a nervous mood, all kinds of shops along the way didn't interest me.

After eating dinner calmly, I don't know if it was the calm before the storm. My heart has been hanging high. My father suddenly said to me, "The weather is fine. Let's go out and sit down. " I paused and nodded. An unprecedented spectacle appeared: father and daughter sat side by side on a bench. My father is old, with a little white hair on his temples. I don't know when wrinkles have climbed up on his face, and his back is a little hunched. And I don't know when I grew as tall as my father. I polished my father's youth, stole his years and gave birth to his aging. But I never know gratitude, never know reflection, I just blindly ask for it, blindly willful. Sorry, father. I will learn to grow up.

After a while, my father spoke: "14 years old." Then there was a silence, and the awkward atmosphere seemed hard to lift. "Be rational, 14 years old should be rational. What is your ideal? " I said without hesitation, "Be a teacher." Father smiled and said, "Then you should work hard. Why don't we set a goal together and get into high school? " I couldn't help nodding, and my father smiled again. This smile relieved all the embarrassment, and we talked about our ideals and life together.

The moonlight pours gently, and my father is so kind and gentle in the moonlight. Gave me a different feeling.

Friend, you are like a cup of coffee. Only by savoring it carefully can we realize a different feeling.

When I first met you, you made my melancholy and unhappiness disappear with that bright smile. At that time, because the exam was not ideal, I was very sad all day, and my head drooped when I walked on the road. You just transferred to this school and became my deskmate. See me depressed, ask me what's wrong. I didn't answer, you just told a joke. I tried to control myself, but you were so funny that I laughed. I clearly remember that you told the sixth joke. I just laughed, and so did you.

Fate brings us together, so we know each other, know each other and live together. In the following days, we depend on each other. We walked on the tree-lined path; Be in a daze together when you are bored; Laugh together in the street. Two years later, you and I became best friends. We help each other, play games, cheer each other and encourage each other.

Remember that sports meeting? I signed up for the1500m long-distance race. Who knows that my nose and throat are uncomfortable everywhere because I ran too hard at first. The slower I run, the more I want to give up. At this moment, a familiar voice came from my ear. It is you. You just took part in the high jump, so come and cheer for me. With your run-up, I finally made it to the last minute. Although I came last, I always remember your sentence, "What matters in the competition is the process, not the result."

Happiness is always short-lived. It's finally time to break up. At that moment, we hugged each other tightly, but this time you cried. That was the first time I saw you cry. I laughed at you like a child, but I didn't cry, and I couldn't cry. I just feel like I drank a cup of unsweetened coffee, and the bitterness in my heart is spreading all over my body. That feeling is really unbearable. We agreed to be good friends forever and never forget each other.

You are different, and you give me different feelings. Being with you is like a cup of coffee without sugar. The beginning is bitter, and the bitterness is sweet. What is left in the end is endless aftertaste. Because of you, my memory is full of this bitter but fragrant aftertaste.

Today, when I am doing my homework, I need an eraser. When I was looking for an eraser, I suddenly found a dirty and small eraser that read: Xiaoyu. Huh? This is not my eraser!

Light rain? This name is so familiar! who is it? I fell into deep memories ... when I was in the second grade, I had an English class and the teacher was reading the test paper. After writing the first paper, I rested for 10 minutes. I checked the border, but I don't know. I was shocked when I checked! Where is the eraser? I thought about it. It turns out that I made too many mistakes in the first exam and used up my little eraser. Alas! what can I do? The exam is coming, there is no shop nearby, and dad can't come to see me off. what can I do? Just when I was extremely anxious, Xiaoyu next to me said, what's the matter? You didn't bring anything? If not, I can lend it to you! So, I said slowly, I didn't bring my eraser and I couldn't buy it. Xiaoyu said: Never mind, I have several pieces here! Not without you. After that, he generously handed me an eraser, and I took it with a clear conscience. After the exam, school is over. I want to return the eraser to him. At this time, his pencil case was dropped, and I wanted to help him pick it up. But she faltered, no … I'll do it myself! There seems to be something hidden, but it's too late, just as I helped her pack her pencil box. Suddenly, I found a small eraser in her pencil box, and then I saw that his paper was black and white. When I was white, I froze and understood everything. I said, it is right for friends to care about each other. Don't care too much. I will give you that rubber as a souvenir of friendship. Then my eyes blurred, and his figure disappeared little by little in front of my blurred eyes ... since then, I have never seen him again. Later, I learned that since that exam, his family has moved to other places. .....

Although it was many years ago, he gave me that precious gift-"the rubber of friendship". I will never forget it!