In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with papers. Thesis is a comprehensive style, through which we can directly see a person's comprehensive ability and professional foundation. Do you know how to write a good paper? The following is my argumentative paper about different ways of love, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Love in different ways 1 One day, my parents were not at home, only my elderly grandmother and I were at home.

I slept in bed and had a high fever unconsciously. I woke up in a daze and found myself in the hospital. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a face flashing in front of me. When I saw it, it was my 60-year-old grandmother. I got up gently and looked at her busy east and west, until she saw me, she put down her things and asked me. How's it going? Is it better? What's wrong with you? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Grandma won't let me say a word; I rushed out of the ward, and a long corridor echoed with grandma's footsteps. I don't know why, tears fell like pearls with broken lines, one by one, and I couldn't stop.

At first glance, it's already 0: 30 in the morning at 65438+. I took a long breath, took a look before grandma came, and took a nap.

When I woke up, I overheard the conversation between grandma and the nurse. The nurse said, "Your granddaughter is fine, but you just took your temperature." 39 degrees, what should I do? Get a needle. ""no, no, no, my granddaughter can't find me running around when she wakes up, and she's not well. I don't want her to worry about me. And I still have a lot of things to do. "

"Hit it, for a while. When the temperature is high, I really can't take care of my granddaughter. " "all right"

"Peng." Grandma came in. I pretended to squint. Grandma said to the nurse, "Let's go out to play." "No, you are out, you trust your granddaughter here alone? She woke up and couldn't find you. She won't run around, will she? " Grandma was speechless. "Then play here?" "good"

The nurse went to get the needle and medicine, so I just pretended not to hear. Tears fell down again, and I cried myself to sleep. In my dream, I saw all the interesting things in my childhood, and more importantly, my grandmother's love for me.

Everyone loves others in different ways, and grandma and parents love me in different ways, but I know their love is as heavy as theirs.

The way of love is different. As soon as I saw this topic, I guessed in my mind that this article might be a story that happened in the process of making plum blossom sweaters. But when I tasted this seemingly ordinary article again and again, I realized what it wanted to tell us-how precious maternal love is in a person's life.

The article tells a touching story about how a high school student who was imprisoned for murder turned over a new leaf after receiving a plum blossom sweater knitted by his mother, and how he was "deceived" by his mother's well-meaning lies. He worked hard to reform in prison, opened a nice small restaurant after he got out of prison, and finally reunited with his mother. This article provides clues for us to find its true meaning. This black line is plum blossom. Mother has always loved Chimonanthus praecox, because in winter, only Chimonanthus praecox people compete to open, bringing a touch of warmth and fragrance to the indifferent winter. A person should be like wintersweet. The harder he is, the more gorgeous he is. Mother pinned her mother's love on the plum blossom on that ordinary sweater to express her wish. Poverty inherits the wind! Every mother has her own way of loving her children. Some care about the children's warmth and coldness all the time, and some tell them what love is, what to cherish, and what to change when they know their mistakes. ...

Therefore, I thought of another story. A teenager was once rejected by many schools because of his infatuation with Internet cafes. He has poor grades and suicidal thoughts. Working hard to raise his mother is really anxious. She repeatedly advised her children to turn over a new leaf. When she learned that her child loves chatting on QQ, she pretended to be a girl who chatted with him happily on the Internet. Finally, the teenager was no longer obsessed with Internet cafes and was admitted to a famous university. What kind of mentality does this mother use to educate and love her children? She is different from the mother who used to love her children silently. She maintained their fragile hearts in a special way and healed their "wounds". Yes, it is maternal love that touched the children, awakened them and made them work hard. Motherly love affects everything, pulling back the children caught in the dark trap, saving the children caught in the quagmire and hugging their tender hearts.

All mothers are guardians of our children, thinking of them everywhere. Mothers are so tolerant and generous because they have our children in their hearts and we are the apple of their eye. We should always cherish this great and selfless love. Motherly love is the pillar of our soul, and it is also the night light that illuminates the dark road in front of us, guiding and accompanying us to the right journey step by step. ...

Let us cherish and repay maternal love with a grateful heart; With a deep affection, study hard and strive to become a pillar of society!

I always think that maternal love is the greatest, but I didn't know until that time in Tsinghua campus that my father's criticism is also essential.

That time in Tsinghua, we were all intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of us. Suddenly, we all saw an artificial tree. It was beautiful and we could climb it. My father was a soldier, and he climbed up at lightning speed. When I was dumbfounded, my father shouted, "Come up, the tree fork is like a ladder, how easy it is to climb!" "

When I saw the tall tree, I felt a sense of fear: "I can't, I'm afraid …" Hearing this, my father's smile disappeared and his face became serious. He climbed down and said angrily to me, "Are you afraid? Can you only say these four words when you see something? Skiing, skating knife, riding a bike ... didn't you say that? Didn't you learn it in the end? Even if you can't overcome such difficulties, what are your prospects when you grow up? " I hate it when people say I'm "worthless", so I said loudly, "What's the big deal if you climb!" With that, I jumped on the tree. I climbed and climbed, climbed on the branch and looked down. Oh, my God! At this height, my legs began to weaken and I had the idea of going on, but my father's words echoed in my ears. Yes, even such a small setback can't be overcome. What's the point? Not to mention loyalty to the country. Difficulties are like springs, depending on whether you are strong or not. Strong is weak, weak is strong! Thinking of this, I summoned up my courage, grabbed the branch and climbed to the top. Then I felt condescending. Hey, that's great!

I see: my father's criticism is also a kind of love, but in a different way!

There are four different ways to love, love is the sea, love is the courage of life, and love is the sunshine of life. When love patted my childish cheek, when the horn of love brushed my soft hair, the fragrance of love pounced on my nose and mouth. ......

I am always fascinated by my father, and my mother and teacher love me completely differently. My father's love for me gives people a deep feeling. That time, I caught a cold and got angry. According to my dad, I just got up at night and drank a glass of water, and the fire dropped for three days in a row. But my father doesn't call me by my nickname or my name when he wakes me up every night. Guess what this is? You'll never understand. Let me tell you something. Call me two pigs to drink water! Although Jules is not pleasant to listen to, it is full of my father's love for me. My mother's love for me has been in action. Every time I see strawberries in the street, I think of that thing: when our family first came to the city, the economic situation was not so good. At that time, I was sick, and my mother worked on the construction site, earning twenty or thirty dollars a day.

I caught a cold again. I cried when I watched the children next door eat strawberries. My mother had to buy strawberries with her living expenses for my health. Ah! This is my mother. She expressed her maternal love for me with her actions. The teacher's love for me is reflected in a small matter. Since I entered school, every teacher has given me different love. Take my head teacher, Mr. Wang, as an example. This beautiful young female teacher inspired me, a child who has always been an idiot about composition, with her composition guidance. If it weren't for her strong support and careful revision in last year's composition competition, maybe I wouldn't have achieved today's results. This is all due to my dear teacher Wang. She is always so patient and never loses her temper. Here I want to shout: teacher, thank you for your strong support, and I will always be grateful to you.

This is my family. When I came to your side, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. I wanted to hold a bunch of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. I want to kiss a snowflake, and you went to a silver world. I have made great efforts to advance in the long-distance running of my life, and I have made great efforts to stick to that lofty goal. To repay my beloved motherland, my patient teachers and my relatives. Love is a mountain, love is the sea, love is the courage of life, and love is the sunshine of life. When love patted my childish cheek, when the horn of love brushed my soft hair, the fragrance of love pounced on my nose and mouth. ......

I am always fascinated by my father, and my mother and teacher love me completely differently. My father's love for me gives people a deep feeling. That time, I caught a cold and got angry. According to my dad, I just got up at night and drank a glass of water, and the fire dropped for three days in a row. But my father doesn't call me by my nickname or my name when he wakes me up every night. Guess what this is? You'll never understand. Let me tell you something. Call me two pigs to drink water!

Although Jules is not pleasant to listen to, it is full of my father's love for me. My mother's love for me has been in action. Every time I see strawberries in the street, I think of that thing: when our family first came to the city, the economic situation was not so good. At that time, I was sick, and my mother worked on the construction site, earning twenty or thirty dollars a day. I caught a cold again. I cried when I watched the children next door eat strawberries. My mother had to buy strawberries with her living expenses for my health. Ah! This is my mother. She expressed her maternal love for me with her actions. The teacher's love for me is reflected in a small matter. Since I entered school, every teacher has given me different love. Take my head teacher, Mr. Wang, as an example.

This beautiful female teacher inspired me, a child who has always been an idiot about composition, with her composition guidance. If it weren't for her strong support and careful revision in last year's composition competition, maybe I wouldn't have achieved today's results. This is all due to my dear teacher Wang. She is always so patient and never loses her temper. Here I want to shout: teacher, thank you for your strong support, and I will always be grateful to you. This is my family. When I came to your side, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. I wanted to hold a bunch of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean.

I want to kiss a snowflake, and you went to a silver world. I have made great efforts to advance in the long-distance running of my life, and I have made great efforts to stick to that lofty goal. To repay my beloved motherland, my patient teachers and my relatives.