Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love is everyone's. Do you remember a song:

"Only mother is good in the world,

A child without a mother is like a treasure.

Into mom's arms,

Happiness cannot be enjoyed. "

I remember when I was a child, as long as I sang this song "Only Mom is Good in the World", I would see a long-lasting smile on my mother's face. My mother always says, "Look! How capable is my little Xixi? How wise? Really grown up. "

Just when I was 8 years old, the disease came to me again-naive, brilliant and lovely, and gastritis broke out again.

I have a fever and vomiting all day, and my stomach often hurts, but I feel uncomfortable. My mother quickly took me to the hospital for examination. I went to several hospitals in a row, and the results were different. Mother was so anxious that tears as big as soybeans poured down like rain.

After 9 o'clock in the evening, I passed out. In my dream: I play games with my parents and dance and sing with my classmates. How wonderful life was then!

At about one o'clock in the morning, I woke up. See the living room is still on. I jumped out of bed gently and walked quietly to the door. I saw my mother lying on the sofa with my photo in her hand, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky. As soon as my nose hurts, I quickly climbed into bed.

At 6 o'clock the next morning, when I got up, I saw that the light in the living room was still on, but my mother had fallen asleep with my photo in her arms.

Look carefully, my mother's eyes are dark and "dotted" with red. After I tucked my mother in, I went back to my room and lay on the bed. I couldn't help humming "Only a mother is good in the world".

As the saying goes, a drop of water pays off. But this love my mother gave me is like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. How can I repay you?

Composition 2: The Power of Love

When I was a child, I liked the dark seeds of morning glory. They were round and full of dark light. I like to collect beautiful seeds in transparent bottles. Those thin, narrow and slightly blue seeds are thrown into the grass outside the window by me.

One day, I suddenly found that the open space downstairs was full of morning glory, thick and fragrant, smiling at me one after another. I paused a little, and there was a strange emotion in my heart. I'm speechless.

Later, I learned that the inexplicable cloud at that time was an admiration for the power of love given by nature, but it was still young at that time.

Love is really a wonderful thing, like being bewitched by strange magic and bringing infinite power.

Dandelion traveling in the wind, because of the love of the wind, has the power to fly, and then falls to the ground, takes root, blooms and reproduces life.

Walking in the crowd, we have great power because of the love of our family. We walk, fall, stand firm, succeed, smile and even make our tears sweet.

For me, love is the source of all my energy.

Without my mother's love, I won't sit in the examination room and bravely meet the first test of my life.

Without the love of my friends, I won't stand on campus and say goodbye to my beautiful junior high school life with a smile.

Without the love of strangers, I won't stand on the roadside and look at my familiar hometown happily.

I have the most powerful power in the world, which will not be polluted, will not dry up, and then disappear on the other side of my life. Because at the beginning, I have planted the seeds of love in my heart, they will bloom the most beautiful buds, and life will bloom a brilliant spark. ...

Hey, you know what-

Dandelion children continue to fly,

Coconut fruit has been wandering,

And the seeds in my heart have grown green fruits, waiting for the day to shine.

Composition 3: The Power of Love

May 65438, 2002 is a day that China people will never forget. On this day, God was merciless and took away the people we loved forever. On this day, the laughter and laughter of the past can no longer be heard on the land of China, but the crying is heartbreaking. In this great Wenchuan earthquake, in which the whole country shares the same sorrow, we have seen a kind of power, which is condensed on the people of the whole country; We see an unforgettable love spreading in the hearts of the people all over the country.

After the earthquake, in Beichuan Middle School, a father called his son's name and his son agreed. However, the son was crushed and the situation was heavier. Dad tearfully directed the eight people who came with him to save the children outside first. Finally, the son died, but the father has saved more than 30 children. Dad finally threw himself on his son and cried, "Sorry, son, dad is a people's policeman!" " "In the face of this sudden disaster, the father chose to sacrifice his children in exchange for more children's lives. How is that possible, or we will burst into tears?

At a rescue site in Mianyang, most of the main teaching building of a school collapsed, and 100 children were trapped below. Soldiers rescued more than a dozen children and more than 30 bodies from the ruins. However, at the critical moment of rescue, the ruins of the teaching building suddenly collapsed again, and re-entering the ruins is almost equal to death. But several soldiers still had to get in, and then the collapse happened. The soldiers who got in were immediately held back by other soldiers. A soldier knelt down and cried and said to the man who dragged him, "You asked me to save another one, please let me save another one!" " I can save another one! "

Such a tearful story played a moving movement in the sad sky. Heaven is merciless, and there is love on earth. At the moment of disaster, love gave all its strength-affection and warmth to everyone; Friendship and mutual encouragement; Even strangers will lend a helping hand. Ah! So this is the power of love!

Composition 4: The Power of Love

Love is selfless, I love my parents, and my parents love me.

I secretly cried in a corner. Did I call my parents again, or did something touch me? Oh, the moved tears must have come out, because I have always been strong, how can I cry because of a little difficulty?

Oh, I remember how brave I was when I gave the injection. I still remember it was with my mother's encouragement. I had a high fever that day. My mother and father took me to the hospital overnight. I remember crying so badly that I didn't want an injection. My parents encouraged me. Tell me not to be afraid, it's okay to have mom and dad around, and it won't hurt once. After listening, I will call the doctor, and when I hit it again, I will kick hard with my feet, and my parents will grab my feet at once. When I kicked again, I accidentally mentioned my mother's stomach. My mother held back the pain and continued to hold my feet. My father put my hand on the bed and told me to call a doctor. I just wouldn't listen and insisted on moving, yes! Finally, mom and dad are relieved. Now how much I miss the time when my parents encouraged me!

I've always been afraid of injections. Why am I so brave this time? I think this should also be what I call magical power. In my most difficult time, I have the warmest hand to wipe my sweat, which makes me no longer difficult. When I was most sad, it was those kind hands that warmed my cold heart and made me no longer sad;

Now ask mom and dad, mom and dad have forgotten. Although mom and dad have forgotten it, I will never forget this naive, warm and loving love. Because this is love that money can't buy, and love that can never be given up, but it can bring happiness to everyone.

Composition 5: The Power of Love

Soon, the bell rang and all the students arrived. A pair of eager eyes are staring at the classroom door. Waiting for the arrival of teacher Peng. A minute passed, and two minutes passed. ...

Just as we opened our books to prepare for our own review, Mr. Peng unexpectedly appeared at the door. I was shocked! She is wearing a black coat and has the word "filial piety" on her arm. Her face is very sad, and her bright eyes have become red and swollen-obviously, Teacher Peng didn't sleep all night. It seems that the teacher's father or mother must have died. I saw her walking slowly onto the platform, looking at us affectionately, pulling herself together and saying "class". But the voice is much weaker than usual. The students all stood up and said hello to the teacher loudly.

The teacher began to lecture, and she said nothing about the death of her relatives. Her blackboard writing is still so delicate and neat; Her spirit is so dedicated and devoted; Her attitude is still so serious and meticulous. I just have a hoarse voice and a tired face. As we all know, the teacher must be very tired. Therefore, students who usually don't pay attention to the lecture, make small moves and talk casually in class seem to be inspired today. They are like a different person, listening attentively to the teacher, and the number of people raising their hands in the classroom seems to be several times higher than before. The podium is so harmonious and enthusiastic!

I was moved by what I saw! How I want to pour a cup of hot tea for my teacher to moisten her voice; How I want to get a chair, please ask the teacher to sit down and have a rest. ...

The teacher's every move reminds me of my mother. Even if my mother is ill in bed, she will prepare steaming meals when I come home from school the next day. Teachers, like mothers, don't want to delay a class of students, which is also a kind of selfless love. Suddenly, my heart surged, and I realized the power of love in the teacher's first sentence and every question.