Love lies in the subtleties of composition 1 As the saying goes, "If you are poor, you will think about change". I think this sentence is completely correct. Even if I think of that past now, I feel particularly warm.
The cold winter came, and everyone began to add clothes to keep warm. My mother knitted me a black sweater specially, but I don't like black, so I don't want to wear it. My mother patiently said to me, "It's cold. If you don't put on more clothes, you will catch a cold. Put them on. " I said disdainfully, "I won't wear this sweater." It's not too cold now. Besides, I don't like this sweater! " "Said, and ran out. My mother caught up with me and put on a sweater for me. But I ignored her and took off my sweater. This time my mother got angry and said, "You'll catch cold if you don't wear it. Don't blame me! "A few days later, I really caught a cold and had a high fever that night. My mother didn't take care of me like she said, just gave me medicine and changed my wet towel. The next morning, I got well. Now I quickly put on the sweater my mother knitted for me. I feel that the sweater knitted by my mother is particularly warm to wear.
Love is often manifested in some subtle places, and the sweater knitted by my mother is the witness of love.
Love is subtle. There is a kind of love, light, which moistens my heart like a drizzle. It brings me a warm touch.
I stood at the door of the kitchen and poked around. I saw grandma standing in front of the stove with a floral apron, half squinting, blowing away the hot air in the pot, limping up the thin and long white flour, then neatly pouring the meat sauce carefully fried with slow fire, sprinkling chopped green onion, and suddenly the thick fragrance came to my face. I stirred it twice at will and pulled it directly into my mouth. Grandma shook her head, walked over and took my bowl to the front, picked up chopsticks and stirred it evenly, then slowly pushed it in front of me. "Eat slowly ..." Grandma turned and brought another bowl of steaming bone soup, with green coriander floating on the white thick soup. Grandma gently circled the soup with a spoon and blew it slowly. I ate, drank and swallowed in one breath, and my happiness overflowed my whole body.
Feel the meticulous care with your heart, and love flows in the nuances. ...
Love is in the nuances. When I close my eyes and meditate, I count the days I spent with you. Thirteen years has proved that there really exists between us, and a very heavy word-love.
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When the monthly exam was proudly announced, the weight of the schoolbag increased a lot. Another sleepless night, busy asking endless questions. Recently, the results are always not improving, and the heavy pressure is stuck in my heart. I feel extremely annoyed.
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"What's the matter?" Mom's eyes are still so gentle, as always. The eyes in the sky on the white clouds and the eyes in the river bed on the small fish overlap countless moments in memory, and those subtle actions confirm the greatest word-love! Thirteen years of constant eyes, shallow and delicate love!
Quietly, I fell asleep in my mother's spring eyes.
Love is in the nuances. 4. Drifting spring rain protects the wheat seedlings; Scattered sunlight breeds flowers; Autumn leaves fluttering in the waves nourish the roots. The elves in nature silently nourish everything and create a colorful world.
Night, quiet, moonlight, soft light comes in. It is brightly lit. In the evening, I sit under the window and read. In the room, the strokes on the paper never stop. The door was quietly pushed open and my mother was steaming with a cup of tea. She gently put the cup on the small table beside the table and quietly left, showing a trace of fatigue on her back. Tea smells faint and slides down the tip of the tongue into the throat. I feel refreshed The night is still so quiet, and the room is still brightly lit. The difference is that the tea fragrance flows through the window, melts into the night and enters the eyes.
Love exists in subtleties. Poplar leaves are light green, and the green leaves are arranged in disorder. The wind blew and made a crisp sound. Many people enjoy the cool under the trees, and children break branches and weave garlands to play. Later, there were broken branches on the ground, and she inserted them back into the ground, explaining the subtlety of love with her own actions.
Love is in the nuances. Love is the sunshine in the morning, light and soft; Love is the moonlight shining quietly in the water at midnight. Love is a bright lamp, which illuminates the way of the prodigal son. Love is a safe haven, giving wandering wanderers a peaceful harbor; Love, or a panacea, cares for the injured soul; Love is an indelible mark in the deepest part of human mind, and it is the sublimation of the purest, most sincere and warmest feelings of human beings. There is true love everywhere in the world, whether it is ordinary love or great love, it is selfless love.
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what is love ? what is love ? Is there love in detail? This question has been echoing in my mind. I have been looking for it. In a subtle place, I found and understood that love is what people often say about fatherly love. It is like a towering mountain, always standing by your side, guarding you.
Love is in the nuances. On the eve of study tour, I was too excited to sleep. I vaguely saw a light in the door, but my grandmother didn't sleep!
She is sitting by the bed, wearing presbyopic glasses, holding a needle and thread in one hand and my clothes in the other, and sewing something seriously with her head down. Skinny fingers are obviously not very flexible. She squinted and stared at the work in her hand, carefully sewing one needle at a time, looking around for fear that she might not sew it well. She has cervical spondylosis and sews slowly. She rubs her eyes from time to time and exercises her sore neck, but her work never stops. The light fell softly on grandma's face, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be deeper, with more white hair. Grandma's figure is no longer tall and straight, but now she bends down and stoops, looking so thin.
Quietly approaching, it turned out that grandma was embroidering the word "peace" with red thread on the lining of my clothes. Bright Chinese characters are only as big as broad beans, and they are full of old people's worries. At that moment, I felt grandma's love gurgling from the tip of the needle and turning it into a beautiful wish to accompany me to a distant place.
Love is in the nuances. Composition 7 The buttons of the school uniform were naughty, and I got disconnected when my mother was on a business trip. What should we do?
Dad patted his chest to make sure he could handle it. So, Zhang Fei learned embroidery, and his rough father twisted fine needles and threads for the first time in his life. His right index finger and thumb picked up the thread and twisted it, staring at the needle in his left hand like an enemy, closing one eye like aiming, slowly aiming at the eye of the needle and inserting it, and the needle passed by the thread. And ... I don't know how many times I dropped the needle or cut the thread. I bowed my head and danced for a long time, and the sound of "hissing" came. I'm afraid his hand will be pierced into a sieve. My father stood in front of me sweating profusely and handed me the school uniform proudly. I looked at the sewn buttons and couldn't help laughing. The messy stitches, messy threads, and undulating folds silently illustrate how difficult this process is. I took my father's rough hand and looked at the swollen fingertips, and my eyes were red.
When a flower blooms, you will know midsummer; When a leaf falls, you will know the power of autumn. Love is the same, subtle, and has its own deep love flowing.
Love is in the subtleties. 8 But how much love does grass have, and it pays off in the spring. Motherly love is everywhere. For me, I can feel my mother's love best in the rain.
In the past few months, I have been going to school by myself. Once, just out of school, the sky seemed to be angered, poured a pot of cold water, and my hands and feet were numb. I thought to myself: what is this broken spring! One minute it's still hot, and the next it's soaked.
I have no choice but to take shelter from the rain in a shop. I've been waiting for the rain to stop, but Grandpa Sky is still very angry, but it's raining harder.
Suddenly, I saw a very familiar figure. Despite the heavy rain, I ran excitedly. It's mom. Yes, it's mom.
However, I wondered again and thought: Why is my mother here? My mother read my mind and said, I'm afraid it's not safe for you to go to school, and I'm afraid you forgot your umbrella. Look, how can you go home in such a heavy rain! I was about to pick you up when I saw you running.
Love is subtle, as long as you feel it with your heart, you will feel it
Love is in the nuances. 9 love doesn't have to be vigorous; Love doesn't have to be earth-shattering; Love doesn't have to be known to the whole country/kloc-0.3 billion people or even more than 6 billion people around the world. Because, love is in the nuances.
There is a kind of love that is silent, but it always touches me; There is a kind of love, not vigorous, but warm to me; There is a kind of love, in the depths of the subtle, waiting for us to discover and discover.
Love is an umbrella that holds up sunny days; Love is a cotton candy, sweet to our hearts; Love is a ray of sunshine that illuminates our direction. "Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like water", and parents' love is meticulous.
Love is a cup of hot water. Love is ordinary and great, and it doesn't need any words to express it. But it has been growing with me. This silent love is delicate, and I always like to hide in the subtleties quietly, waiting for me to find it.
There are all kinds of love in the world, including parents' love, friends' love, teachers' love and students' love ... Among them, parents' love for us is the greatest and the most touching, which is reflected in every detail and every action.
I remember not long ago, cold air suddenly came and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees. My mother told me not to forget to wear gloves and scarves when I went out in the morning, but I was a careless person and forgot to wear gloves. It's not cold to go out. The battery car has just been driving for a few minutes, and the north wind makes me shiver. I kept rubbing my hands. Mom found out.
Later, I quickly took off my gloves and handed them to me, saying, "Put on gloves!" " "I didn't even think about it, so I took the gloves and put them on, with the residual temperature on my mother's hands, which was very warm.
When I got to school, I got off the bus and found my mother's hands were red with cold. I can't help but ask lovingly, "mom, your hands are frozen." Does it matter? " "Nothing, you go to school quickly!" Mom smiled and said to me. I suddenly felt a warm current flowing through my heart.
Love is like this. Like air, it is colorless and tasteless. It can't be seen or touched, but it's always around us. I won't lose it. It makes people feel warm and happy.
Love lies in the nuances of composition 1 1 "thud" I froze in the kitchen, snow-white fragments jumped at my feet, and terrible pain came from the instep.
When my father heard the news, he held me on the sofa without saying anything and turned and ran back to the room. I'm afraid. I'm afraid to go out
Dad took a small medicine box and squatted at my feet. He frowned and looked at my wound. He hurriedly took out a cotton swab from the medicine cabinet and dipped it in iodine. I was trembling nervously. Seeing the cotton swab getting closer to my crimson wound, his forehead oozed thick sweat, and his hand holding the cotton swab was shaking slightly, which seemed to be more nervous than me. Dad tried to control the strength of his hand and gently pressed the cotton swab on the wound.
"Pain-"I hissed involuntarily, and the bright red on my feet became more colorful for a while. Dad was a little panicked, and the wrinkles between the eyebrows became a ditch. He lifted my foot with his big hand and lovingly blew on the wound: "How's it going? Is it better? "
Dad rubbed my wound clumsily, and the warm big hand ended the pain. Father's love, condensed in this small cotton swab, flows silently.
Love is in the exquisite composition 12 In summer, the heat is unbearable, and the sun's light is not only dazzling day by day, but even the earth is baked like a steamer. The experience of sweating every day is really unbearable, not to mention the temperature at noon or even at night is above 30 degrees. Sleeping peacefully is really a luxury and enjoyment. Finally, the living room air conditioner, which had rested for half a year, began to be on duty again. Before going to bed at night, the family did not hesitate to take the bamboo mat off the bed and let it "lie" on the floor of the living room. Then we lay on the bamboo mat, wrapped in a thin blanket, and fell asleep coolly.
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Pass me a glass of water: "It will be more comfortable to drink some water."
I still remember that glass of water. This is a very special cup of water, sweet and cold. After drinking, I feel the heat on my body slowly dissipate. I think it's because that glass of water dissolved the love of too many classmates.
At this time, love is a gentle greeting, a concerned look, and a seemingly insignificant glass of water. ...
Love doesn't need to be vigorous.
Love exists in subtleties. There are all kinds of love in the world, including the love of parents, friends, teachers and students ... among them, the love of relatives is the least known but always surrounds us. This kind of love is manifested in every detail and every action.
I remember one time, it rained heavily and densely, and the bean-sized raindrops still hurt me. Grandpa braved such a heavy rain to send me to school, and the rain wet his sleeves, but he still managed to hold his umbrella to my side and help me carry my schoolbag. I said to grandpa, "Grandpa, let me carry it. The schoolbag is too heavy. " Grandpa smiled and said to me, "Nothing, I can carry it. You don't have to recite it. " I watched my grandfather get half of his clothes wet by the rain and said anxiously, "Grandpa, give me your schoolbag. You are all wet. " Grandpa just doesn't agree
When I got to school, grandpa took down his schoolbag and carried it on my back. I turned around and looked at my grandfather's distant back. I saw grandpa bent over with an umbrella, and his wet hands were wet. I thought: Grandpa must be very upset.
This is my grandfather who loves me. This is my grandfather who sent me to school, helped me cook, washed clothes and bathed me … but he was never tired.
Love is in the nuances. Love is selfless, meticulous and beautiful.
Once, I had a fever. My mother is anxious to take me to the hospital. We stood in line for a long time. Just arrived at our place. The doctor asked me to check my temperature. 10 minutes later. The doctor looked at it and said, "38. 5 degrees, not high. I'll write you a bill for medicine. I'll come after I finish the medicine. " Mom said, "Oh!"
After a while, I finally finished taking the medicine. The doctor said, "I'll check the liquid medicine and give you an intravenous drip later." Hearing this sentence, I began to be a little scared. My mother encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, just don't look at the nurse." The doctor began to give me an intravenous drip. I will do as my mother did. I said; "Mom, it really doesn't hurt." It's 10, and my mother is asleep. I looked at my mother's tired eyes. I feel my mother's love for me.
In fact, love is subtle, as long as you understand and cherish it.
Love is in the nuances. 15 See true love in details.
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I often complain that my mother gives me too little love. I can't travel on weekends, wear designer clothes and live a luxurious life like other children. Later, I gradually realized that those are not love, but love in life.
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In the evening, I still review carefully under the desk lamp. At this moment, my mother came in with a steaming cup of milk in her hand: "Linlin, go to bed early and watch it tomorrow. It's not good for your eyes at night. " Well, mom, you should go to bed early, too Good night "At the moment, I feel extremely happy. I am the happiest child in the world.
Love is not just a great effort. In life, a look, a reminder and a greeting are full of love. Love is in the nuances.