Accompanied by a topic composition.

In life, work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are 8 essays on partner topics that I collected for reference only. I hope I can help you.

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. ...

Companionship is a topic. Everyone can't grow up without company. Who is with you now?

On Sunday, my parents will go on a business trip together. Alas, I am the only one at home. Mom will be gone for two or three days, so she calls three times a day. Either recite 30 English words or do 20 math problems. Don't play computer, it's easy to break your eyes. do bot play ...

This makes me particularly annoyed. Cell phones are like gold hoops. Tell me to go east, I have to go east, I have to go west, I have to go east, I have to go west, I am controlled by that phone. I sighed and endured the annoying bell.

Suddenly I had a brainwave and came up with a good idea: unplug the telephone line. The telephone stopped ringing and the room was silent. I proudly said to myself, "I am so smart that I can come up with this good idea."

I turned on the computer and played games until I competed with the devil. At this moment, just when I was really happy, I suddenly heard familiar footsteps. My father must have come back. I think something is wrong. Why did my polite father come back in such a hurry today? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. My father gasped at the door and said, "Open the door. Dad's back. Open the door quickly! " "

I was in a hurry to plug in the telephone line and open the door in a hurry. Father's face turned red, sweat flowed downwards, and his clothes were soaked, and he could almost wring water out.

"Are you all right?" Dad is about to cry.

"I'm fine." I said.

"Oh, it's about time. I have to go. " Dad left in a hurry. I'm just saying that I want to go back to work when the wind blows.

I looked at the back of my father's departure and thought: If only I remembered that phone call again, because my loving parents were standing at the other end of the phone.

We need the company of our parents and cherish the time with them.

Companionship is the title of composition 3, "I didn't do it, my cousin did it!" " "

"ah? Did I do it? It's really not me! " It was a Sunday, a day of alternating sadness and joy. My naughty cousin came to my house as a guest. As soon as he arrived, he stayed in my room and enjoyed my air conditioner and toys. A few hours later, my room was damaged: the white wall was kicked by him, with a footprint on the left and a palm on the right; My beloved flowerpot was knocked out, even my favorite aloe was uprooted, and I was "shredded" with a knife. For a moment, I was curious about what my cousin was doing. Sure enough, the heat broke out again in three minutes: my cousin photographed the toy in his hand and greedily walked towards the bedroom. At the moment he stepped into the door, I said, "Hey, don't break the contents, or he will turn into a ghost and come to see you in your bed at night!" " "The only way to deal with this beast is to scare him. He is like garlic, and he is as green as cyanobacteria in the blink of an eye. " Oh! "He pretended to calmly walked in, slightly purple lips, bite the bullet and walked in carefully. At this moment, I heard a loud noise. I also rushed in to see my cousin, only to see green fragments all over the floor-that's the bracelet my grandmother gave my mother! I'm going crazy, accusing him of something. Mother heard our voice and stopped what she was doing. She rushed over and said, "Who moved my bracelet! ""He pointed at me and casually said, "Yes, my cousin did it!" "

"He was like this when I came!" I'm a little angry with my mother. I thought my mother would stand in the same trench as me, but my mother said, "He is out of curiosity! He is much younger than you, you won't let him! " I am not convinced: "But he lied!" That's because you lied to him! "I have nothing to say. This Sunday is a very bad day. When the clouds covered the last ray of light, it was dark and my mood became complicated. My mother came into my room, and when she saw that the atmosphere had eased down, she said seriously, "Actually, breaking a bracelet is a trivial matter, and I know you are doing it for my own good, but my cousin is really young, and I will also tell my aunt to be more disciplined." I'm afraid it's a big deal that you hurt each other's harmony. "Open your heart and try to learn to tolerate others, and you will be happy!" Fish cannot live without water, and trees cannot live without water. Accompanied by my parents, I learned to be tolerant.

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 the topic of composition 5. When you run wildly on the earth with powerful legs, all they leave is stumbling steps and lonely back. When you are worried about your busy life, they just want to find something to do for a day; When you are feeling the beauty of life, they are turning over the death calendar page by page. ...

We came to our destination-the nursing home in Hetang District with full expectations, full hands of gifts and full smiles.

Seeing the old people holding the gifts we brought filled them with a sense of relief.

One program after another is presented to everyone. I don't know whether our happiness infected these old people or whether our songs aroused their memories. The old people performed on stage one after another, and one classic old song after another spread like flowers, and the songs were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

We can play all day, but the old man can't stand it. As the laughter faded away, we sent the old people back to their rooms one by one.

Grandma held my hand and stroked it back and forth. She said to me in a trembling voice, "I haven't seen you for a long time, you will go back later ..." The leaves rustled around her, making her feel particularly lonely in this silent yard.

The whistle of the conference suddenly sounded. I stood up and whispered to my grandmother, "Grandma, have a good rest. I'm going back. "

"rest? I have been resting all day, from morning till night. " The old man closed his eyes slightly and leaned against the bed. From my point of view, this huge room seems very lonely.

When I came back, I sat in the car and watched the scenery flying away from the window. I was not so excited and happy when I came, and my whole heart was occupied by sadness.

As young people, I'm afraid we can't stand sitting for an hour doing nothing, but these old people have to spend most of their day like this, and it makes them feel sad to think about it.

What the old man wants is someone to chat with him every day, not staring blankly at the wall every day. In today's society, people are striving for a better life, but please don't forget that the elderly are part of a happy life. Don't just struggle all day, spend more time with them, which will make them very satisfied.

My grandfather, a familiar relative, turned into a candle on my way forward. Ordinary can't be ordinary, but he left me slowly when I wasn't looking. ...

Grandpa and I are "separated" and seldom meet, so I am not impressed with him. But that summer vacation, my mother had a whim-take me to my grandfather's house to play. Of course, I am very happy and I am looking forward to the beauty of the country. "Dad!" I followed my mother's cry and saw an extremely thin old man leaning on a crutch, slowly shouting "Here we are". "Is he my grandfather?" I was so excited that I ran to beg my grandfather to take me to the river to play! Of course grandpa is smiling.

When I got to the river, I started running, and grandpa's words were covered by the wind. But I later found out that my grandfather was panting behind him, and my uncle came. I can only walk behind my grandfather casually, which happens every day. I can only go to my mother and cry, "It's not fun here ... I don't like it here ... I ... I want to go home ..." But my mother said, "Don't cry, exercise yourself, it's not good!" I have no choice but to stay here.

But one day, to my surprise, grandpa disappeared! I don't have to go for a walk! But when I first asked my mother, "What happened to Grandpa?" My mother couldn't hold back her tears any longer and said sadly, "Your grandfather can't hold on!" " Said, and took me to the hospital. There are many relatives in the hospital, but grandpa only lets me stay in the ward. Grandpa said in a weak and almost inaudible voice, "Er Qiao, you should study hard so that you can grow up in the future ..." Grandpa's hand hung down feebly, and I shouted, "Woo ... Grandpa ... you can't ... you can't die ..." My mother came, and although she was very sad, she comforted me, "man.

Hearing this, I wiped my tears and prepared to go to the crematorium with my mother. But everything there made me even more sad-a "living" person entered the machine and came out with some lifeless powder. ...

Thank you, Grandpa, for your company on my growing road. Now I am thinking: when can we walk on that beautiful river, an old man followed by a cheerful child, what a harmonious picture it is. ...

I once heard a song: "I want to be with you forever, and my sadness and hatred have vanished." Yes! Everyone needs companionship, and with companionship, there is affection; With company, there is warmth; With company, there is love.

Companionship is the sunshine in winter, which brings comfort to the sad people and warmth to the heart; Companionship is a lush tree, which creates a harbor for people in the wind and rain and brings him endless peace.

My grandfather, in April and May this year, always felt chest pain and often coughed, so my parents took him to Nanjing Hospital for examination. Finally, he was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. The news came like a bolt from the blue. When we heard it, we burst into tears.

My parents and I used to live in the salesroom under the street, and my grandparents lived in the street. But now, in order to take care of my sick grandfather, my parents and I moved back. Father relaxes a little during the day. He hired a nanny to take care of his grandfather. In the evening, my father became grandpa's nanny. When my grandfather sleeps, he will moan incessantly because of lung pain. My father is always on tenterhooks and can't sleep at night. Every night, I sleep in a daze and vaguely hear my grandfather's voice. Father immediately got out of bed, put on his coat and went straight to grandpa's room to help him walk slowly. In the early morning, grandpa began to shout again, and dad went to grandpa's room again. Every night, my father doesn't know how many times he has to get up, feed his grandfather medicine and deal with urine. Therefore, he has lost a lot of weight recently. In the past six months, my father rarely slept well, but he never complained, just silently under great pressure.

Gradually, winter came and the weather became colder and colder. At night, the biting cold wind roared and the rain and snow came unexpectedly. Because my father had to get up several times every night, he caught a cold, which lasted for more than a week and never got better. Isn't dad trying so hard to give his sick grandfather more intimate care?

Grandpa's condition is still getting worse. As the pain intensified, he ate less and less and became skinny. One day, as soon as I came home from school, I saw a lot of firecrackers outside the door. There were waves of sad cries in the room. I understood, so I went straight to grandpa's room. He lay motionless on the bed, pale and stopped breathing. Suddenly, I froze ... I didn't want to accept this cruel reality. I thought of my grandfather's kindness to me before his death, his kind face, and even his face.

Grandpa died, and my father cried sadly, but he still couldn't relax, because there was a grandmother lying on the bed who needed care. All the burdens fell on my father alone. He wants to stay with his mother. He has a lot of things to do, and he has great responsibilities to bear. ...

Now, I finally understand the true meaning of "companionship". "Companionship" is a responsibility, and it is important to persist; "companionship" is not temporary, but as always; "Companionship" is never leaving, and it is always with the wind and rain. Dad is meticulous to grandpa and never stops. He taught me with his own practical actions: with company, the family is full of warmth; With companionship, society becomes warm; With company, the world is full of love; With company, the earth is full of sunshine.

Companionship is a topic. The growth of seedlings is accompanied by sunshine: the growth of eagles is accompanied by clouds; When I grew up, you always accompanied me.

You have always been in my memory, and you have been with me since I can remember. Remember when I first learned to walk? At that time, you took my hand, walked through the thick green lawn, walked through the colorful gardens, walked through the fields where the wheat waves were rolling, and walked through the mountains where snowflakes were flying. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, you always hold my hand and accompany me through my ignorant and carefree childhood.

On the first day of school, I was carrying a burden called "the future". No matter how heavy I am, I will never abandon the "future" I carry on my shoulders. You started my burden. Provoked my "future" to accompany me through six years of primary school life. In a blink of an eye, I will go to junior high school. The new environment and new faces make me both timid and helpless. You took my hand and encouraged me to enter the school and face these setbacks calmly.

In the mountains and rivers of books, it is your cup of hot milk that gives me energy and makes me finish my homework quickly; In the stormy weather, it was your umbrella that gave me a quiet sky; When the quilt fell, it was your warm hand that covered it for me again, and your steps left a deep impression of love on the floor. In love, silence is better than sound. I have been with you all my life. With your love, you are a lotus leaf and I am a red lotus. When raindrops come to my heart, you are my shade under the unobstructed sky. You are a green leaf and I am a fruit. I keep sucking the nutrients in your body, I am strong, but you are haggard; You are the harbor and I am the boat. When I was lost in the storm, you were my shelter. No matter when and where, you always accompany me silently, help me and care about me. You are like a drop of dew in spring, and you can always live my air-dried memory in sad years. You are like a giant tree in summer. In hot summer, you can always hold up my blue sky. You are like a ray of autumn sunshine, which always warms my heart in the bleak autumn wind. You are like a snow in winter, which can always wash away the dust from my dirty journey. Your love is like this. No impurities, no distance, no hypocrisy. It's just that you are by my side, silently accompanying me.

When frustrated, you encourage me; Sad, you comfort me, you accompany me through the slow road of life. In the boundless darkness, you accompany me. In the valley of despair, you accompany me. How can I forget you, my mother?