Composition on love 1 I
That was when I was a toddler
Once, I fell down. Although the fall didn't hurt at all, I cried loudly and was very sad. While I was crying, I looked forward to my mother, hoping that she could come and help me. My mother didn't seem to see me, just threw a sentence that sounded cold-"I fell down and got up!" " "So I got up from where I fell. So I stumbled and learned to walk.
two
That was when I first went to primary school.
My mother didn't know what to worry about and sent me to a boarding school hundreds of miles away from home. On the day I reported to school, I refused to go at first. Later, I couldn't stand it, so I pestered my mother to send me to school. After reporting for duty, my mother left as soon as she slapped her ass. I grabbed my mother's skirt. Because I'm only eight years old and I can't take care of myself! My mother was cruel, separated my hand and got on the bus and left.
In a blink of an eye, a week passed and my clothes smelled of sweat. Not to mention how uncomfortable they are. I called my mother and asked her to pick me up on Sunday. My mother said she would work overtime. I said the clothes were dirty, and my mother said let me learn to wash them myself. Washing clothes for the first time was really stupid. Soap is like a disobedient child, always trying to slip away from me. Although it took a lot of effort and the washing was not clean, it was finished with a sense of accomplishment.
So I learned to do my own laundry.
So I have the ability to take care of myself.
three
That was when I was in junior high school.
Still at that boarding school. When people grow up, so does the cost. In primary school, my mother gave me 300 yuan a month for living expenses, which was not enough in junior high school. No wonder people want to make friends when they grow up. If they want to make friends, they have to buy gifts to congratulate them or something. Everything on the market is very expensive now. If you buy something for forty or fifty dollars for a friend, people may not value it.
However, my living expenses did not increase with my age, but remained at a low level in 300 yuan every month. My classmates call me stingy, and my roommates call me stingy. So I called my mother and asked for a better standard of living. Although thirsty, I still can't convince my mother.
So I have to grieve for myself.
So I got into the habit of not spending money indiscriminately.
four
I want to thank my heartless mother.
My father loves mountains, my mother love the water, and my parents love the ocean deeply. Every parent is great. Since they gave birth to us, which day have we not been surrounded by the deep love of our parents? They love us like the stars in the sky, and they love us like the sand on the ground, which is countless. Today I'm going to tell you about my father!
My father is a qualified husband and a kind father. He is of medium height, with a high nose and big eyes. He is strong and serious. My father is my role model.
I remember once, my parents and I went to a western restaurant to eat steak. Mother ordered one for each of us, and I ate it with relish. Dad saw how delicious I ate, so he gave me his share. I ate and said, "Dad, don't you like steak?" Dad replied, "I don't want to eat steak, you eat it." "Thank you, Dad." I thought my father really didn't like steak, so I thanked him happily and continued to eat.
When I got home, I went to the study to read. At this moment, I heard my mother ask my father in a low voice, "Don't you like beef very much?" Why don't you eat steak today? ""I can't bear to eat when I see my son eating so much. I want him to eat more, not to mention that he has grown up now. " When I heard this, my eyes were red, and I remembered Meng Jiao's poem: "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three spring rays. "
How our parents love us!
Love is the theme of composition 3. Love is ordinary and great; Love is warm and selfless. Love is the father's seemingly ruthless reprimand, but it is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Love is a mother's exhortation that seems ordinary over and over again, but haunts her heart. When you are happy, your parents celebrate for you; Parents make you happy when you are depressed; When you lose your temper with them, your parents are obedient to you. When you left, your parents stood at the door and watched you leave helplessly. ...
This is love.
I have heard such a story:
There is a young man who lives with his mother. But this young man believes in Buddhism, believing that Buddhism has infinite magic and magical power, so he burns incense and worships Buddha all day, hoping to achieve fame. Seeing that her son is so superstitious about Buddhism, the mother advised her son not to waste his time every day, hoping that he would take the right path. After a long time, the young man thinks that his mother is preventing him from becoming a Buddha, curses his mother loudly, and sometimes even fights. Mother was heartbroken and stayed in Lacrimosa all day. The family is poor, the young people are doing nothing, the mother shoulders the burden of the family, and people are getting thinner and haggard.
I don't know where the young man heard that there lived a monk on a high mountain in the distance. The young man wanted to see the monk and left home despite his mother's dissuasion. Day and night, finally found the monk. I told the monk the purpose and experience of my visit and my mother's advice. After listening to this, the monk pondered for a long time. For a long time, the monk said to the young man, "Now you go down the mountain and find someone to stay. As long as the person who opens the door is barefoot, that person is the Buddha in your heart. " . Hearing this, the young man went down the mountain excitedly.
Young people pass by the first house, knocking at the door for the night, and the person who opens the door wears shoes; The next day, I found another one, still wearing shoes. The young man refused to give up and continued to look for the third, fourth and fifth. The young man still hasn't found it. He began to doubt the monk's words. He didn't find it all the way. He came home depressed and knocked on the door. "who?" A weak voice came from inside. "I, your son," the young man replied. When the mother opened the door and saw that it was her son, she was in tears and was too excited to speak. "It's good to be back ... that's good ..." The young man bowed his head and dared not face his mother.
At this moment, the young man suddenly discovered that his mother was barefoot! The young man suddenly realized the monk's good intentions.
Yes, my mother is always kind. Even if you are too much and disgusted, my mother will tolerate and care about you. Give everything for you, even if you are indifferent and angry to her, she will smile and embrace everything for you. What about us now? We are still complaining about the irritability of life, the harsh environment and the injustice of our parents, but we have never realized the hard work our parents have paid for us.
Cherish the present life, don't wait until you lose everything to know the value of love!
The fish said to the water, you can't see my tears because I am in your arms; The water said to the fish, I can feel your tears because you are in my heart. -inscription
It was a moonlit night. The soft moonlight is silvery white, which is scattered all over the floor, quiet and deep. I leaned against the window, leisurely telling my thoughts to the moon.
"Talking to myself again."
"hey!" Father looked back gently and stood behind me.
"It's cold, put on more clothes!"
"Oh!" Answer impatiently.
Father said nothing and went out alone.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! This is tried, but it failed so thoroughly ... "
It was a day when a girl struggled in the examination room, filtering out sadness and joy from her heart and then flowing out from her fingertips. A faint smile, teacher's encouragement, parents' concern and classmates' smiles came out one by one. "I will definitely pass this exam." She confidently stopped writing and walked out of the examination room. Indeed, in the eyes of parents, teachers and classmates, it is normal for me to be admitted to the best junior high school on the market.
But-people are most afraid of "but".
Because of the difference of four points, I have to bow to reality. The reality has eroded the castle I worked hard to build with words bit by bit, and no tears can drop the pain in my heart so thoroughly! So, I didn't cry. The heart has long been entangled in vines, and it will breed a sudden pain when you think about it. Father just kept saying:
"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter!" But who knows how much helplessness is hidden behind his smile! How many times have I boasted to my father: If I don't get into the new century, I will jump on the Huangpu River. I wish he could bring up the past to stimulate me now, but he didn't, not a word. That summer vacation, the torn heart slowly healed in the melody of his love.
"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter!"
Thinking of this, I looked out of the window. The moon rose higher, and the moonlight of love fell on the branches, leaving a sadness.
I vaguely heard my father's footsteps, one step, two steps, three steps … knocking on my heart step by step. I don't want him to see my tears, so I have to pretend to sleep. Father gently opened the door and tucked me in with calloused hands. At the moment he closed the door, he gently hummed the melody he had loved for many years. He should know that I didn't sleep, just caught a glimpse of the tears in my eyes, and then hummed for me with his tone-deaf voice. In an instant, the tears that the eyes could not bear finally fell. Father, father, a "I love you" has melted countless feelings.
You know, the tears after learning the result are not because I feel uncomfortable, but because of you! The spontaneous children's debts are full of wrinkles and years.
On the way of growing up, I wanted a drop of water, and you gave me the whole ocean; I wanted a tree, and you gave me the whole forest; I wanted a white cloud, and you gave me a blue sky. ...
Father, you sang in my heart forever with the melody composed by love. However, forever, how far? I can only say that it is your love that reflects the distance of sunshine.
Philosopher says: Fish know that water is the source of happiness. -P.S.
Some people say that maternal love is eternal and great. I feel that maternal love is the final destination of a wanderer, touching and delicate. It is also irresistible to every child. How difficult it is for mothers to raise us with their milk.
Mom, I know that when I was sick, it was you, sitting on the bed and crying in pain. I know that when I do my homework, it is you who patiently guide me. I know that when my academic performance drops, you are more anxious than me, but you still have to smile and encourage me and think of various ways for me. When I was a child, you sang to me and put me to sleep. In the cold winter, you covered me with a warm quilt. When I was burning the midnight oil in my intense study, it was you who brought me a cup of warm water on time every day. Although these are trivial things, they are all intertwined with your love for me. Even that simple cup of cold boiled water washed away your infinite concern and endless concern for me.
As the saying goes, beating is pro, scolding is love. You also went through a storm for me. When I was wet by your rain, my heart was cold. I hate you. I hate you. But when the rain stopped and everything calmed down, I suddenly found that your heart was wet by the rain, and it was more thorough than mine. Only then did I understand how painful it was for you to scold me and criticize me.
Mom, I have seen your smile, your cry, your bitterness, your sadness and your joy. You moistened the rings of my years with fine rain and dew, and you faced my study and life with a bright smile. You face my future and life with tolerance.
Your love is the sunshine in March, which always warms me. Mom, I love you.
Writing on the topic of love 6 The stars suddenly twinkle and the fishing fire is obviously extinguished; In the deep tomb, she once recited alone: "I woke up from the cliff in the valley and looked through the autumn water in the bamboo forest." Waiting for the edge of love, but not crossing the truth and goodness. Jinse sighed in vain, heartbroken. Who knows? Love looks forward to meeting unexpectedly, truth, goodness, beauty and stupidity coincide with me, and yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn helps the world! "She knows how to lament and know how to be disappointed, so she wants to turn into a snowy bird, a petal and a bunch of thatch, looking for traces of love and expressing its fragrance.
Snow Chicken flew through the clouds to Notre Dame de Paris, opened the dusty years and looked at it: "The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. I am thin for Iraq. "
Phobos is gorgeous in appearance and frollo is prominent, but they are not as good as Kazmodo in the dark attic. A drop of water can be grateful, and a drop of tears can allude to kindness. Even Esmeralda made him look forward to love. He had to go to the tall building alone and perform in the street. He saved her, strong as a waterfall. Their love is warm, but the Pope's love is selfish, and Phoebus's love is even more hypocritical. Love illuminates the dark attic and scares the magnificent church. Love doesn't need a veil. A corner of the land can make love fly.
The locked palace can't stop her good wishes. She is like a flower. In the hometown of idle cranes in green hills and white clouds, she thought to herself, "Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts."
The soul of the gallery disappeared, and Van Gogh died. His world is too false and hopeless, so he can only cut off his ears to get rid of depression. My heart is as painful as cutting an ear, as heavy as a dead pool and as warm as a sunflower. "The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it." Dreams in the green hills cover up the haze. He pursued love like Kuafu, but failed in the end. Suicide is the only way out. In fact, beauty comes from the heart. I don't understand why he loves orchids so much and why he doesn't cherish himself. Love is a feeling in my heart. What he pursues is not only a trickle of love that does not touch dust, but also a love that is compatible with rivers and waves. At dusk, blood drops, and the fragrance disappears. I just want to give myself one point of love and the world nine points of love. I hope the petals meet him and let love melt away the ugliness.
Listening to birds sing, we spread the sound thousands of miles away; Away from the petals, we enjoy the wind; We look forward to crossing national boundaries, because love is boundless.
She witnessed the depression of enthusiasm in the farmland, and the bunch of thatch flew into the sky of the conference semifinals, chanting "Lingbo walks slightly, socks are dusty."
Yellow leaves and west wind, Zhao Jun went out of the Great Wall. Green Jiangnan disappears like a mirage, looking at the horizon. The veil hung low, and she held the pipa and walked towards the vast desert with love. Maybe she lost the "blue sky and yellow flowers", but she got the "lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen". The bad feelings between Han Dynasty and Xiongnu were melted by her great love, and they were friendly from generation to generation. Zhaojun longs for peace, so he has no regrets. As long as there is love in her heart, sadness will disappear. She gripped the thatch in her hand and made the war disappear completely.
Finally, she can safely walk into the tomb, close the door and write: "Fight for this life, drink sanhua, and cry for Iraqis;" Fight for the world, for the moon, for the pot, and die for fraternity. "
She walked out of the palace for love and was buried in the grave for love. The traces of history have been buried underground, but we can use Xie Lingyun's talent to get Hugo and borrow money from Zhong Shu to build a fortress of love. If life is a well and we are frogs sitting in the well looking up at the sky, we will never know the vastness of love, the vastness and narrowness of love will multiply infinitely, and love will cease to exist. Love in life is beautiful, cold and narrow. We cover the heat with love and light the darkness with love.
On a very cold winter day, I was shivering with cold, and my father held me tightly with his body. Ah, dad's love is as warm as the sun!
One dark night, I was lonely and scared at home alone, and my father came back to accompany me. Ah, my father's love lit me up like a bright lamp!
On a wet rainy day, I ran home in a hurry and accidentally fell down. My father helped me up gently. Ah, father's love is as sweet as honey!
Love is the topic of composition. The innocence and cuteness of childhood will be recognized by people, others will not care about anything, and they will say how naive those two children are, how naive the children are!
But with the growth of age, more and more troubles, adolescent children will also have some puppy love. The reason is that they are eager to be loved, not what their parents think. As a child, puppy love is because of curiosity. When we grow up, we are eager for more people to love us and make our lives more colorful, instead of becoming stupid and ignorant when we grow up. However, children who have experienced puppy love can finally feel the harm caused by puppy love. Love is for us teenagers.
I am a typical example myself, but at least I have understood a lot now. For our time, what kind of love is an illusion. 15 years old is a good time for us to study, instead of having our own love choices like adults. We are just children, and we have no choice in love.
Knowing him seems to make me very happy, and knowing him makes me feel very happy. As a naive girl, I don't think too much about anything. Like other peers, I am eager for the love of the opposite sex. I hope I won't be lonely. I feel full every day with him. Looking back, I don't know that I paid a lot, but he was always spoiled by himself and never let him get hurt because of himself. He always melts my heart with kind words. For him, he became my motivation to study. Whenever I fail, I always shout out his name, but I finally remember his smile in my mind with tears in my eyes. The days passed day by day, and I worked hard for him until one day, I unconsciously found that he really liked another girl. I was ruthlessly knocked down and told myself I wanted it. But there's nothing I can do. Facing his rogue expression, I tried to slowly swallow the crystal tears in my eyes and told myself that I was not a weak girl. However, in the end, at the moment when he said goodbye, I couldn't help feeling sad and tears rolled down my cheeks. At the moment I turned to leave, my heart told myself that I would never like any boy before I was a teenager again, and I would never easily believe the rhetoric of boys again.
We are still children. Only by studying hard can you make a difference when you grow up and choose your life correctly.
If we are still in puppy love with our compatriots and try to stop ourselves from falling in love, we can't decide our future. Now I can only study hard. If we want to live a good life in this highly competitive society, we should study hard without being cheated. I believe that with our efforts, this society will become better.