Love is everywhere, sometimes at home, sometimes at school, maybe for a short moment, but it is still warm as spring. In ordinary life, we are wrapped in love. Let's find the love we have forgotten.

"The grass is green, the stream is flowing, and a roast chicken is floating towards me ..." On Sunday morning, I was drooling and dreaming in broad daylight. Suddenly, a voice like Hong Zhong sounded. Oh, no, it should be said that sounds like roars and lions roared through the door and reached my ears. I thought to myself: hey, mom, this trick of yours is long out of date! Want to wake me up, no way, not even a window! After a long time, my mother saw that I had no motivation to come down and decided to go out in person. Knock on the door. Hey! "Footsteps are getting louder and louder." No! Mom is coming up! " I knew it well, so I tried to "pretend to sleep". Finally, the door clicked open, and my mother stared at me with wide eyes, as if to see through me, making my heart tremble. "Get up, I'll see when you can get ready. "Mom righteously said. I secretly complained, thinking: How can my mother find out? It fell this time! Forget it, I'm throwing caution to the wind. "How did you know I was pretending to sleep? "I asked, puzzled. I'm quite confident in my acting skills. "Hum! I don't know about it? Who am I? I'm your mother! Get up! The early bird catches the worm! "Mom said seriously. I got out of bed and muttered discontentedly, "What early bird gets the worm? Do you think all the bugs in the world are equally stupid? What if they get up late? Won't the early bird starve to death? " As a result, my mother glared at me again.

After getting dressed, my mother's voice floated up with the breeze. "SiMaYing, packed your clothes. You are a big girl. Why don't you like neatness? " I can't take it anymore. I raised my voice angrily and said, "you have to take care of this and that." Why do you have to take care of everything? " My mother looked at me in surprise and then said calmly, "for your own good!" " "

Yes, "for your own good!" This simple sentence is full of my mother's love for me. Great love is indeed selfless, but isn't small love true? My mother encouraged me when I failed; When I was proud, my mother taught me humility: when I was sad, my mother enlightened me ... Love is like this, ubiquitous, simple and true. My mother's urging, strictness and verbosity are full of love that I have neglected and forgotten. We often ignore the people closest to us, and those who often sacrifice for us are also the closest people. We should cherish every love.

2. You can write a composition about maternal love. The rhythm of maternal love makes the night tremble slightly.

With a little moonlight and starry sky, the night view in the suburbs is always beautiful. Willow branches brushed the embankment, sitting casually under a tree by the river, and my thoughts floated gently with the slight evening breeze.

Staring at the moon shadow in the river, blurred and scattered. There were gentle words in my ears, like my mother's words. I looked back, but there was nothing. Sitting in a foreign land, the loneliness of the night hangs over me. I always grew up when I was away from home. In the cold night, when reading under the lamp, I always miss the hot tea brought by my mother. I left the quilt when I was half asleep and half awake. I have been thinking about whether my mother's hardworking hands will help me cover the quilt. ...

The soft moonlight covered the earth with a pale yellow tulle pajamas. Everything was so quiet, silently expelling my inner depression. It is a kind of happiness that the stars are scattered around the moon. At this time, the little stars are probably listening to the beautiful story told by Mother Moon.

I can't help thinking of my mother. My mother's education level is not high, but she has collected countless vivid legends in her mind. These stories have accompanied me through the life journey of 14 years, brought me countless fun and triggered my pursuit of knowledge. Most of the stories told by my mother contain profound philosophy. Maybe she doesn't know that she just wants to give me happiness, but her simple ideas have driven my long thoughts and guided me to write. Whenever the teacher reads my article in class, I feel a sense of accomplishment, not only for myself, but also for my mother. Thought of here, happiness swings in my heart.

Sitting under a new green tree, I stroked the scars of the years. Flowers bloom and fall, the leaves of childhood have quietly fallen from the trees, and the flowers of youth have bloomed. Standing at the starting point of 15, I turn around. From Ao

I am in a hurry to breastfeed now, which is the crystallization of how much sweat and tears my mother has shed! The love my mother gave me was gentle, gentle, and it was processed on me step by step, which changed me from a hard stone to a jade. How many times I made mistakes, my mother felt sorry for me, but she was not as strict as my father. Instead, she reminded me with the simplest and simplest words and kept putting good words in my ears. How many times have I made progress? My mother was excited for me, but she never told me not to be proud.

Picking up a little thought, I saw a mother's love floating under jathyapple. Love is hard, and a mother's love for her children is a reward. Love is also happy, just like being loved. Sowing the seeds of love in the pure land of the soul, even if the dream is broken, it will still be perfect under the care of maternal love.

At night, I am still quiet and lonely. But maternal love has sprouted in my heart. Insisting on love in the dark, I am no longer lonely.

3. Little love also warms the composition 600 words "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful tomorrow." Students live and study at school, care for each other and help each other. The class is like a warm big family, and I really feel the love of my classmates.

"Ding, Ding" was over, and the students rushed to the corridor happily. Recess is very lively in Zhong Zhen. I was ready to join at any time, but when I looked at the schedule, the next class turned out to be an art class. My head suddenly went blind, my mouth immediately turned into a "0" shape, and my mood changed from cloudy to cloudy. I hung my head on the table and kept turning my pen, thinking, "Wait a minute, my classmates are drawing with brushes, so I can only sit in my seat." The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I can't wait to get into the crack and disappear from class.

Just as I was imagining things, I heard someone calling me, "Xie Ying, Xie Ying." I looked up and found that it was my good friend who invited me out to play. "Stop playing, didn't you see the heavy rain on my head? I said grumpily. Sheng was not angry with me, but smiled and said, "didn't you forget to bring your art tools just now?" I'll lend them to you. " "Really? "I blurted it out." Sure, are we classmates? "Sheng Yike continued," Then let's go out and play! " My face suddenly turned red. I was rude to her just now, but she didn't blame me, but looked through my mind like a mirror and helped me. I'm really ashamed. Sheng Yike may have guessed my mind again, so he took my hand and ran out. I was infected by sheng's enthusiasm, and my heart was warm, like a warm current flowing out of my heart. The mood changed from rain to sunny, and I forgot to say thank you to her.

4. Little love makes great love. what is love ? Love is the enthusiastic help of your classmates when you are in trouble; Love is mother's meticulous care for you every day; Love is that teachers go out early and come back late every day, teaching us to learn new knowledge; Love is a "helping hand" extended by volunteers after the Wenchuan earthquake. Soldiers in Taiwan Province province fought tenaciously after Typhoon Morakot hit Taiwan Province province.

Oh, I see: little love is seamless, and great love is boundless! Love has magical power and can infect each other. We should learn to love others, feel the power of love, and make the whole world full of love. Each of us becomes the source of love. Giving love, passing love, small love can gather into big love. Love yourself, love others, and love society more! Grandpa Ba Jin once said: "The meaning of life lies in dedication, not enjoyment. As long as we give love, our life will blossom and bear fruit. "

When I saw those lonely retired people in the nursing home. I will donate some "pension funds" for them, so that they can eat and wear warm clothes, prolong their life and celebrate their seventies. I will comb their hair, make them smile from ear to ear all day, and bring them another kind of happiness. I will also go to the streets to buy them some daily necessities to make their lives happier, better and more colorful.

When I see those compatriots who have suffered from disasters, homelessness and displacement. I will let them wear neat and beautiful clothes and live in a warm and comfortable house, so that they will no longer worry about their lives and be sad. I will enlighten those children whose parents have died, share my great and selfless love with them, and let them look forward to a better future again. I will also amuse my grandparents who are injured by disasters, tell them jokes and warm their beautiful hearts with my words.

When I saw it,

Although I can't be the "messenger of love" I yearn for now, I believe that as long as I study hard, be good at observation, be diligent in thinking and be brave in practice. Imagined love will definitely become real love!

Little love is seamless, and great love is boundless!

5. Little love is also warm. 800 words are full of love in every corner of the world, including family love, love between friends, simple love of strangers, love between teachers and students. ...

Love is everywhere, it is everywhere.

Growing up, the most unforgettable thing in my mind is the love between friends. Although I haven't been with my friends for a long time and my time at school is short, my friends' love for me is unforgettable.

At home, my family will only mumble, sometimes beat me and scold me, and cry every time. I'm not in the mood for class at school, and sometimes I cry on my desk at school, but my parents will know that we are so sad at school. They won't. Only by calling can we be educated. But at school, when friends see that we are unhappy, they will come to comfort us and tell us not to be so sad, saying that our parents say we are doing it for our own good. In fact, they were forced to do so. We should understand our parents and not be angry with them, which is not good for both sides. We should be considerate and understand them. Parents are also very hard. In fact, what they lack is our encouragement and our words to cheer them on. Hearing this, my tears fell down again.

I see. It hurts. I knew that I had made a mistake. I won't make you angry again. Forgive me!

I can't write a composition. I am a middle-aged teacher who teaches writing. I'll teach you some skills. I hope I can help you quickly. In terms of quality, it mainly includes language expression, material selection, structural arrangement, text composition and so on. Language expression, of course, should be smooth, accurate, vivid and novel. Avoid colloquialism, overcome students' accents, reduce typos, modify sick sentences and make the language beautiful. To avoid colloquialism and overcome students' accents, it is necessary for students to overcome the habit of keeping a running account and understand the harm of not grasping the key points and covering everything. In order to make the language beautiful, some rhetorical devices can be used to enhance the vividness and appeal of the article. 2. In terms of quantity, it is mainly the requirements of words and paragraphs. The word count is required to be 600 words, and a natural paragraph of about 10 is constructed. Don't use too many words in each paragraph, just three lines. It is of great practical significance and maneuverability to students. 3. In terms of structural arrangement, famous sayings of celebrities are quoted at the beginning, or figurative sentences \ personification sentences \ parallelism sentences are adopted, and celebrities are taken as examples in the text to enhance persuasiveness and appeal. In this way, your composition can reach more than 80 points. You can try. In addition, to really improve your level, you need to systematically train narrative, explanatory, argumentative and practical writing, as long as

7. My mother's love composition is qualified, but I can't write little love or big love. Some people say that maternal love is dotted with my life track like stars, and some people say that maternal love is like the moon to illuminate my way forward, but I think maternal love is like the sun to warm me and my heart.

Once, what I said didn't count, and my mother said to me sternly, "I must count what I said, and I can't go back on my word." I'm too ashamed to look my mother in the eye.

But I know in my heart that my mother is doing it for my own good. Zhengzhou second-hand housing once, I got a hundred points, very proud.

My mother told me: modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind. There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people! It suddenly dawned on me that when I was a child, I was always competitive when I played gyro with my companions.

Victory is victory, failure is pain. My mother told me to be modest, and I turned a deaf ear to what she said.

Later, my companions stopped playing with me, and I remembered my mother's words and regretted them. Every time I enter school, my mother always tells me: don't run, walk slowly.

But I always go in one ear and out the other. Once I fell down while running. My mother told me that there is only a wall between safety and danger, so we should pay 200% attention to safety.

I keep this sentence firmly in mind. Every time I play the piano, I get emotional with my mother.

My mother always told me: you can't give up halfway, persistence is victory. I understood my mother's words and went to practice the piano without saying a word.

Once I was sick, my mother took me to the hospital. The doctor told me to hang the water.

I am so scared that I want to cry. My mother comforted me: I'm not afraid. An injection is like an ant prick, and it doesn't hurt.

Men should learn to be strong. After listening to my mother, I feel much better.

I didn't do well in an exam once, and I was very depressed. My mother encouraged me: it's not terrible not to pass the exam. The terrible thing is that you dare not face it.

Get up from where you fell. I listened to my mother's words and immediately adjusted my mentality, secretly cheering for myself and encouraging myself! Mother's love is like the sea, broad and broad; Motherly love is like a stream with a long history; Motherly love is like the sun. No matter how long, no matter where you go, you will feel her light and warmth.

8. Who can write the composition "It's not easy to say I love you"? It's not easy to say I love you.

Sometimes, love comes from the bottom of my heart, but it's not easy to say I love you. -Inscription

It's not easy to say I love you in 2003.

That day, when I was young, I was with you You do the laundry, and I play next to you, showing my white teeth and giggling to make you laugh. When you were washing clothes that almost buried me, you sweated like rain, crossed your cheeks and fell into muddy water, hitting hard waves drop by drop, but you were still as happy as a child. I know that my happiness is your happiness, no matter how bitter it is.

It's not easy to say I love you in 2006.

It was your birthday. I carefully prepared a small gift to tell you the phrase "I love you" hidden in my heart for many years, but I didn't say it even though I got up the courage and held it to you with a red face. Because of your haggard smiling face, my heart suddenly twitched and I felt the sadness I had never felt before. I think this is love, love beyond words. Hey! It's not easy to say I love you.

I told you in my dream in 2009.

On the eve of the last semester, the lights covered the whole house until late at night, and you were by my side until I finished writing. On that day, you finally couldn't support yourself, and you lay on the sofa. Under the light, there was a faint trace of white hair in the sparse black hair. Tension and fear fill your cheeks, and your brows knit into a ball, as if a nightmare appeared in your dream. I quietly took out the quilt, gently covered you, whispered in your ear, and said "I love you" to you, hoping to eliminate your nightmare and bring you a wonderful night. In an instant, my brow stretched out and I smiled sweetly. Hey! Say "I love you" to you in my dream.

The days ahead are so long, I wonder how many seasons I will walk hand in hand with my mother. Every memory of growing up is getting stronger and more fragrant with the baptism of years.

Maybe I dare not tell you that I love you in the future, but I think my love will float into your dreams and your heart as time goes by, and it will always be a landscape of love.

Love is love, and I love my mother deeply. Although it is not vigorous, it is sometimes a kind of scenery.

9. Writing has nothing to do with writing and feeling maternal love.

After the holiday, my parents assigned me a study task, that is, I should seize the time and review the lessons I have learned during the holiday. Don't make me do anything else.

At noon that day, my mother came home from work and cooked in a hurry. She prepared several dishes, including meat and vegetables, to strengthen my nutrition. I'm sitting in my room, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping, feeling a little hectic than usual. Yes! During this time, my mother is very busy at work. She often puts down her chopsticks after dinner and goes to work. In order to give me more meals, I am naturally busier than usual

"ouch!" Suddenly, mother's crying came from the kitchen. I quickly put down my book and ran to the kitchen. I saw my mother's right hand just holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood gushed out between her fingers. I panicked, so I went back to my house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mother simply washed the wound with water, put on a band-aid and continued to be busy.

When eating, my mother is as busy as usual. Put down the chopsticks, told me, picked up the handbag and hurried to work. At home, I am alone. I stared at the food on the table and suddenly felt that I couldn't eat any more. The scene of my mother's finger bleeding just now came to my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart is beating in panic, my eyes are blurred and tears are flowing. ...

I cleared the table blankly and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were still red, just looking at myself. Suddenly, a heartfelt voice seems to ring in my ear: you are a junior high school student, you should learn to do housework! You are at home on holiday now, helping your mother cook! Let mom eat slowly at noon, so don't be so nervous. Suddenly, I seem to have grown up suddenly.

I quickly sat at my desk and carefully wrote the homework of the day, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn cooking skills and cook for my parents!

I came to the kitchen and began to wash vegetables and stew rice. My mind is searching for the way my mother usually cooks and imitating it. I want to recite the formula and do the same: cut the meat evenly; Shredding potatoes, and shredding; Don't forget to put sugar in the fried tomatoes; You should master the amount of water in rice.

Time is pressing, and my mother will be home at 5: 30 after work. Finally, the meal was served on the table before mom got off work. With the sound of opening the door, mother went home. She smelled the food and came over in surprise. She looked at me strangely as if she understood everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag or even wash her hands. She went straight to the table, picked up chopsticks and tasted them one by one: this dish is delicious, but low in calories; This is delicious, but there is no salt. This ... I saw a contented smile on my mother's face. My mother turned to me and said, tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it.

From this incident, I gradually learned to feel my mother's love.