Love-oriented composition 500 words 1 maternal love is great, so a child who lacks maternal love is a person with incomplete soul. Without mother, our life would be meaningless. Then I'll tell you a true story. There used to be a high school girl whose mother was a cleaner. One day, after she came back from the exam, she handed the paper to her mother. Her mother saw the paper and said to her daughter, "Are you worthy of your mother?" "Was it my carelessness?" The daughter said. You know what, son? If mom is not careful, people won't give a penny! My daughter slammed the door and ran out of the house. Can it be so easy to fall for more than ten years? After the daughter left, the mother sent her family to look everywhere, but she still couldn't find it. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the little girl was walking alone in the street. At this time, the little girl was cold and hungry. Before she came to a restaurant, she saw hot noodles and shed tears. When the restaurant owner saw it, he brought a bowl of hot noodles to the little girl. The little girl wolfed it down, suddenly plopped down in front of the boss and said excitedly, "boss, you are my savior." Hearing this, the boss said, "Based on what you just said, I shouldn't even give you this bowl of noodles. You and I are strangers. You don't even know my last name. I only gave you a bowl of noodles, and you said I was better than * * *. Then * * mom raised you for more than ten years. Why not appreciate * * *? " The little girl suddenly realized after listening, stood up and ran home. When she got home, the little girl saw her mother faint in bed and knelt down for her mother. ......
We must cherish this maternal love and don't let it go in vain.
Do you know that the composition on the topic of love is 500 words 2? In fact, fatherly love is also great. Although maternal love is the easiest to understand. However, the father's love expressed their dedication with a kind of "clumsy" and elusive love. ...
Perhaps, we don't know their "background" yet, but every father will make an idea and decision for his children for his own work or emotional development.
That year, I had a high fever with symptoms such as nausea and vomiting. My parents took me to the hospital without saying anything. Along the way, my father always asked me what was wrong. I seemed to be half asleep at that time. My mother encouraged me and said, "I will be hospitalized soon." Hold on a little longer! " At that time, in the hospital, my eyes were completely white, but in this white "fog", I could see that that man was my father. Serve my father at the bedside. I could see that he was crying, but he kept it from me. But I still saw it. At this time, my hand felt a sharp pain and I fell asleep. I don't know what happened. After a while, I woke up and found myself lying in a familiar little bed with a towel over my head. I shed tears and my heart was touched! Only then did I know how great fatherly love is.
Fatherly love can't be accurately described in any language. Sometimes it gives people a clumsy and heavy feeling, and sometimes it gives people a little mystery. ...
So, let's cherish this wonderful time!
Fatherly love is mysterious, clumsy, gentle, powerful, sacred and ordinary ... but who has really experienced it in this busy world? It seems to be air, which has nothing to do with their hard hearts. You will meet "Yu Wei" on the road of growth, but you will meet sunshine after a baptism. No matter how long this feeling is, you will still make your brain full of strength! How small it is in our eyes, there is nothing we can do. Even if you are so brave, you can't make the future full of hope, can you? No matter where the seal is locked, the sound will always flow in my heart. ...
When a bird grows up, it always leaves its warm nest and soars in the sky. When children grow up, they should travel without their mother's care. No matter how high a bird flies, it always flies under the blue sky; No matter where the child is, he can't leave his mother's heart. Mother built this warm and vast sky with love, and she always used her tolerance and kindness to help us solve problems silently.
Mother is the closest person to us. She knows how to love us and how to make us love others ... I don't understand her, but I feel that she never cares about me. She ordered me to do things I didn't like. So, I deliberately avoided her and didn't want to see her. I think this is "hate". I didn't know the weight of maternal love until that little story appeared ... The story tells that a man tried to abandon his mother in the mountains, and her mother broke a branch as a souvenir. The man thought it was her mother's way out for herself, but the branch was actually broken by her mother for her son, fearing that his son would get lost ... Yes, the mother cares about her children and us all the time. Motherly love is kind and selfless, only giving and not taking. Even if the children she worked so hard to raise don't understand her, the mother is still kind and has no regrets about her love. This is the greatness of maternal love.
Mother, mother, when I was born, I was greeted by your happy eyes; When I babble, I care about your maternal feelings; When I was a toddler, it was your loving hands that held me; When I understand things, I expect your infinite expectation ... I finally realize that mother's love is so subtle that people can't notice it. How much love did my mother pour into me? She keeps asking me to do things that I can't do, just to let me exercise more and let me know more. She has good intentions.
But I ... I really feel maternal love, that kind of rich and warm maternal love!
One afternoon, there was a sudden gust of wind, trees danced wildly in the wind, branches were torn apart, and yellow leaves were swept into the air and disappeared without a trace. It is going to rain heavily. A stronger wind blew, and I shivered. Look at my arm, because I have goose bumps. But I don't have long sleeves. I'm sure I will catch a cold. Father-in-law Lei shouted. In the sky, it sounds like thousands of drums, thunder and lightning, dazzling. I was so cold that I held my arms and stared out of the window. The rain falling from the eaves weaves a wide water curtain. I gave up hope and came to my senses.
I don't know how long it took, but I glanced out of the window again and a familiar figure caught my eye. It's the father! I was pleasantly surprised: Dad gave me clothes! The teacher asked me to come out, and my father handed me the clothes and urged me to put them on quickly. I put on long-sleeved clothes and warmed up immediately, and then I found that my father was still wearing that shirt. On such a cold day, dad only wears so little. He won't freeze, will he? I thought to myself, but I didn't say it. Father's yellow face has turned gray, his lips are purple, and his sparse hair and clothes are soaked.
Father said, "Please put on more clothes, don't freeze, study hard at school, don't play …" I was silent all the time, and my heart was warm and stinging. I touched my father's hand, and he shrank back, as if afraid of being burned, but that cold hand had knocked over the five-flavor bottle in my heart. My father saw my strangeness and said with a smile, "I left in a hurry and wore a little less, but it's okay." I am in good health. " It's such a long way and such a heavy rain, my father sent me clothes, but he didn't care.
"I'm leaving, you go in!" Father said, turned and went downstairs. I stared at my father's back, tired shoulders, no longer straight waist, and my heart trembled. He has done so much for me, but he never asks me for anything in return.
I walked into the classroom with tears in my eyes.
Cong Fei is a famous singer. Just as he was about to make great achievements in his singing career, his heartless illness knocked him down.
What's even more surprising is that as a famous singer, Cong Fei can't even afford the medical expenses! Why on earth is this? Because he has always been a surrogate father of 0/78 children in poor mountainous areas, he has donated more than 3 million yuan to help children in poor mountainous areas go to school in the past ten years, so that tens of thousands of yuan of medical expenses can not be taken out. ...
This answer makes everyone sigh: 10 years, Cong Fei donated almost all his income to students, orphans and disabled people in poor areas. A charity performance changed the fate of Cong Fei. Cong Fei, who has just become famous, went to Chengdu, Sichuan Province to attend a charity performance for children who are out of school to return to school. Looking at those childish children who were out of school, Cong Fei couldn't help thinking of his miserable childhood, so he donated 2,400 yuan. The host told Cong Fei that this 2,400 yuan can enable 20 poor children to complete their studies for two years!
After hearing this, Cong Fei made up his mind to help more poor students return to school. Cong Fei's home is only 58 square meters, and the kitchen is less than 2 square meters. She wears a bargain of 30 to 50 yuan. She is very poor, sometimes even the mortgage of more than 20xx is a problem, and she is often stretched. His wife couldn't understand his behavior and left her 2-year-old daughter alone. But it still can't change Feifei's insistence on subsidizing those poor children who are out of school.
Cong Fei is ill and often just takes some painkillers to stop it. Later, the painkillers really failed, and he was willing to go to the hospital for examination. Unfortunately, Cong Fei was confirmed to have stomach cancer. Then a famous singer couldn't pay tens of thousands of yuan for medical treatment, and everyone knew about Cong Fei.
"Dad" was ill, and all the children wrote letters of sympathy. People from all walks of life also expressed cordial condolences. Uncle Cong Fei, you silently sponsored so many poor children to go to school. In 10 years, although you lost millions, what you have is a treasure more precious than money-a heart of gold!
The word "baby" is often heard in life. My parents, grandparents call me "baby" countless times every day. However, the word "baby" exists not only between people, but also between people and animals.
I once had a baby named "Jiao Jiao". It is a gray poodle with round eyes like two black pearls and big ears like two cattail fans. The most distinctive thing is its tail, which is short and fuzzy to the touch, like a rabbit's tail.
Jiao Jiao has been with me since I was a child and witnessed my growth. It drives my mother and me to and from school every day, rain or shine. We once participated in the school English story competition, and Jiao Jiao played the dog biscuit. Our work won the first prize of the whole school and was widely praised. However, Jiao Jiao suffered from malignant tumor at the age of 1 1 and left me forever due to postoperative complications. 20xx 10 year 10 on October 25th, my mother told me with red eyes that she had returned to Wangxingqiu. For a long time after that, I looked at the photos with it almost every day and cried silently. ...
The month after Jiao Jiao left me, my mother took me to see the movie Dream Journey, which tells a story about the world of the dead: If someone in the world remembers you, you will always live in the world of the dead. I cried when I heard the theme song "Remember Me". I asked my mother, if I always remember Jiao Jiao, will it also have a good time on Cyberplanet? Mother said, "Of course, as long as we still love it and remember it, it will always live in our hearts."
Many times, when I see a cute puppy on the road, my deep memory will be awakened: a cute gray poodle wags its tail, sometimes smiles at me, and sometimes jumps around me.
"Love can prevent us from forgetting." Jiao Jiao is my "baby", my playmate and a fond memory of my childhood. This deep love will be treasured in my heart forever.
Love is spring, which brings vitality to the dry desert. Love is a ray of sunshine, bringing warmth to the cold winter; Love is a street lamp, illuminating the road for those who walk in the dark ... Love is everywhere.
Last September, I transferred from Changshou Experimental Primary School to the beautiful Jinshan Primary School and entered the warm family of Class 5.3. At first, I left the familiar environment, bid farewell to my former partners, and faced strange faces, I felt lonely, a little depressed and a little uncomfortable. The teachers showed meticulous care and encouragement, and the warm and sincere friendship of the students made me feel the warmth of love. I quickly got out of the trough, adapted to and liked everything here. I have always been very happy in this loving campus! I told myself to release this energy of love to all the people around me.
Not long ago, my mother and I went to Siwen Private Primary School in Anshan Village, Yanwo Town, Hechuan District to participate in a fund-raising activity. The school is a simple quadrangle, the classroom is a dilapidated old house, the mottled walls are composed of mixed stones and planks, the old and new wooden doors and windows support a gray tile roof covered with moss, and the room is dark, cold and humid, with crooked tables and chairs of different sizes and heights ... The sight in front of me makes me feel sad. In the last six years. On Children's Day, I no longer asked my mother for holiday gifts, but used my pocket money to mail beautiful schoolbags and stationery to two friends I met in that school, hoping to bring them happiness and joy. This Children's Day, I had a very full and happy life.
Send a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hand. Love is giving, giving, and loving others is loving yourself and your family. Love connects the soul and makes life colorful. Let's bathe in the world of love together!
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.
Love-oriented composition 500 words 9 People who are full of love are the most attractive, and those who are full of gratitude are the most lovely.
People don't just live in their own world. Along the way, no matter how long, it always helps. Even if you are a "heartless" person and ignore some people who lend you a helping hand, some people must not forget that they are the parents who gave us life, watered our parents with love and accompanied them all the way. There are also teachers who teach us knowledge and the truth of being a man. The teacher taught us that "silkworms in spring should spin until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night".
Do we ever remember who took good care of us when we were playing as children? When we failed, when we were sad, who wiped the tears from our eyes? It's parents. Maybe some words make everyone tired, but that's the truth. Parents brought us into this world and gave us life. No matter what we do, they will be my strongest backing, give us encouragement and support, and as long as they are correct, they will support our efforts. Along the way, they have paid too much for us, but they have no complaints at all. If we don't even have a heart to thank our parents, it's really a waste to be a child!
Teachers, engineers of human souls. In fact, we spend more time with our parents, even more than with them. From naive and naughty opening to naive pupils, and then to ignorant teenagers, teachers have been guiding us on the journey of life. Hard-working gardener teachers help us trim and cut leaves, correct bad habits and shape ourselves more perfectly.
When we make mistakes, the teacher's earnest instruction will guide us to the right path. When we succeed, the teacher's "winning without arrogance and losing with grace" urges us to be more active. We all know that chalk dust has dyed the teacher's hair white, but the teacher never complains. For teachers, if we don't even have a grateful heart, then our study for more than ten years will be in vain!
Where there is love, there is gratitude, and there is gratitude, there is love. Let the grateful heart accept the love of the world, and the world will be even worse.
Do you know the 500-word 10 composition on the topic of love? When you first came into this world crying, you won the love of your parents; When you encounter difficulties in your study, your classmates will actively help you, and you will gain the love of your classmates; When you face the truth sadly, your friends will cheer you up and you will gain the love of your friends; Do you think there is a lot of love in your life now, such as father's love, mother's love, classmate's love and friend's love? ...
In the composition book, I once read a story that illustrates the greatness of maternal love. The story is about a little boy who doesn't want to study. Occasionally I found my mother spraying perfume on osmanthus trees in the yard. The son was surprised and asked his mother, "Mom, what are you doing?" Mother replied, "Our osmanthus tree has been planted for many years, but it hasn't blossomed this year. I sprayed perfume on the osmanthus tree to prevent my neighbors from discovering that it had never bloomed and being teased by them. " If the neighbor asks if our osmanthus tree is in bloom? I can say that it has been opened, and it is fragrant! "The son asked again," won't it blossom after that? Mother replied firmly: "I believe that this osmanthus tree will blossom one day." "My son is very touched by this. From then on, he studied very hard as a different person, and finally he was admitted to a key university with excellent results. That year, osmanthus trees blossomed, and flowers dotted them. The fragrant flowers are refreshing and attract countless bees and butterflies.
True beauty lies not in discovering beauty and appreciating beauty, but in transforming beauty and creating beauty. It is this maternal love that makes him step by step towards the end of success.
If life is full of love, the world will become more peaceful; If life is full of love, society will become more harmonious; If the family is full of love, the relationship between parents and children will be closer.
Because of this love, the sun is so bright, the flowers are so fragrant, the birds are so happy and people are so happy. Therefore, love is needed in life.
Love Theme Composition 500 words 1 1 During the New Year holiday, my mother and I walked in the bustling streets, and the festive atmosphere was happy and peaceful. Suddenly, there was a hoarse voice not far away. When I took a closer look, it turned out that several big brothers and sisters were standing in the street to raise money against the cold wind. Wearing dark clothes and red hats, they loudly told the anxious people: "Our classmate Chen Honglei unfortunately has leukemia, please lend a helping hand!" I saw two big brothers with frostbite on their hands, and several big sisters' cheeks were turned purple by the cold wind, but they were still shouting.
I took a leaflet of Big Brother and learned that they were students of Jiangsu University's School of Shipping. My brother's name is Chen Honglei, and he is a college student with excellent academic performance. Because his family is poor, he can't afford huge medical expenses at all, so his classmates organized this social fund-raising activity for him.
Seeing this, I put my hand into my coat pocket, and there was a brand-new 50 yuan bill in it, which was a New Year's Day gift from my mother. I thought to myself: This 50 yuan banknote is just a gift for me. I can buy something to eat and play, but for my terminally ill brother Chen Honglei, it can increase the hope of a first-class student. Didn't Gorky say that "giving is always better than asking for happiness"? Yes, I will donate it to Chen Honglei's brother, help him and offer my love!
Then, with a warm current in my heart, I solemnly stuffed the 50 yuan bill into the red donation box. Accompanied by my eldest brother's sincere "thank you", I smiled proudly when I saw my mother and the onlookers cast their approving eyes.
"Ah, as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!" In the cold air, a warm current clearly poured in and warmed everyone's heart.
When I don't know what fatherly love is, I always feel that it is far-fetched to use any word to describe my father. Because my father is very busy every day, he has no time to help me celebrate my birthday, pick me up from school or even make breakfast for me.
When I make a mistake, my father must be the first to criticize me. Sometimes even before I realized my mistake, I was beaten up by my father. It was not until I grew up and became sensible that I understood this kind of fatherly love that I didn't understand. The image of my father gradually became clear in my mind.
I didn't know my father's love until I grew up, and I kept it in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. Father always goes out early and comes back late, all because of me! The white hair on my head and the wrinkles on my face are all born because of my efforts! My father criticized me, so I have no reason to answer back.
One winter, I saw my father's love-my father shed tears for me. I have a high fever of 40 degrees on the night of heavy snow and biting wind. The first time I saw my father's worried eyes, I was full of anxiety. I saw something crystal in my father's eyes-tears. He hurried to the clinic behind my back and looked at the footprints behind him. My nose is sour and tears can't help flowing down. Tears soaked my father's clothes. My father turned around and saw me crying. He said in a critical tone, "silly boy, why are you crying?" After that, I saw two lines of tears across my father's cheek. Sweat and tears condensed together and became a great father's love. I stayed up all night, and my bloodshot eyes made my father look older. I know my father loves me very much. Now my father is getting older, moving more and more slowly, and his back is a little hunched. Thank you, Father, for your hard work.
My father's eyes and tears have become my favorite memories. Father: Busy, hard. He has a hunchback and gray hair. There are many wrinkles. This is a symbol that my father loves me. He doesn't sacrifice anything for me.
Father, the pillar of the family, you have worked hard. Don't worry about me anymore. I am your child. I hope time passes slowly, and you won't get old, my favorite father.
500 words 13 composition on love. It is raining outside the window, and the sky is as black as a plate of ink. I am like a lonely boat on the sea, lonely and helpless ... My parents divorced when I was very young, and no one wanted to support me. After several twists and turns, I lived with my father. Father's helplessness, mother's rudeness, stepmother's face, partner's ridicule ... flew around in front of my eyes and spun into a net. I wanted to escape, but I couldn't get there at first.
Autumn-sing your own sadness. I refuse anyone to get involved in my life. I don't face my father. I'm not sure where I am in his heart. In order to protect myself and prevent myself from being hurt again, I chose self-isolation. I reject this world. I thought nobody in the whole world loved me. Have you ever seen such a picture? Look, a girl is holding her mother's hand and flying a kite in the field. They have been running ... laughing like kites floating ... my heart yearns for maternal love slightly. I know, my heart longs for maternal love.
In my dream, a small seed is sprouting and growing … green … I fell in love with this world. Today, she took me to a friend's house. During the conversation, the friend asked, "How many children do you have?" "Three, the eldest daughter who came with me today." She turned her head and gave me a faint smile. Once upon a time, her smile was so beautiful and gentle. At this time, my heart is full of ups and downs ... I quietly came outside and dried my tears. The golden ... seeds of love have quietly sprouted and grown ... I stood on the hillside and watched the golden valley waves coming at me. I deeply felt the joy of autumn. It turns out that I am getting closer to love step by step. The evening is still mild and calm.
I took her hand and walked home for the first time. Look coldly, my life is dark: when I open my heart to accept love, my life is so ... Look at the world with love, and it turns out that love is by my side. Love comes, don't refuse, hug with your heart.
My mother is an important person in our family. In order to let me concentrate on my study and let my father work with peace of mind, she not only finished eight hours of work, but also did all the housework.
Mother scrimps and saves, respects the old and loves the young, and does her best for the food of the whole family. In addition to taking care of his weak father, let him eat more good food every day, and adjust three meals a day to save some money to honor his grandparents. As long as I can remember, my mother hasn't left pickles and soy sauce on the dinner table. When there are few dishes, she hardly moves chopsticks. Whenever we persuade her to eat vegetables, she always says, "You eat, it's time for you to grow up." So the neighbors praised her mother as a good wife and mother.
Mother is not afraid of threats, insists on justice and dares to fight. One afternoon, my mother and I came to a booth selling cucumbers. The old man selling vegetables weighed two Jin of cucumbers for my mother. When he turned to give his mother change, a young man with a moustache came over. He took three cucumbers as fast as he could, and turned and ran when Grandpa wasn't looking. Mother gave the young man a hand and said quietly, "Hey, Comrade, your cucumber hasn't been weighed yet, and you haven't given me any money. How can you go? " The young man with a moustache got round eyes and shouted to his mother, "I didn't buy cucumbers here. Why should I give him money?" The mother, with a firm eye, said rudely to the young man, "I saw you take the cucumber from here and put it in a basket." You said you bought cucumbers from others. Can you tell me how much it costs? " The young man was suddenly speechless, put down the cucumber and ran away despondently. The old man selling cucumbers repeatedly said, "Thank you! Comrade. " Mother said, "Don't worry, uncle! There will be more and more people who uphold justice, and every citizen has the responsibility to maintain social order. " Ah! What a good mother. I am proud to have such a mother.
There is a kind of love in the world that is unforgettable, and that is maternal love. Whenever I hear the song "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …", my mother's kind face keeps echoing in my mind. Yes, we grow up happily under the nourishment of maternal love.
I remember one morning in the third grade, when the weather was gloomy and my mood changed with the weather. I got 2 1 in math today, and I was very unhappy. I can't help shivering at the thought that you will be furious. As soon as the bell rang, I couldn't hold back any longer and ran straight home.
When I arrived at the door, I took out the key with trembling hands, only to find that the door was open and my mother was leaning against the shoe cabinet. "I ... I ..." I was about to say something when my mother suddenly interrupted me. "What's the test score?" "2 1" I replied softly, only to see my mother raise her hand, and I closed my eyes subconsciously. Those big hands held high for a long time didn't hit me on the head, but they turned into gentle touches: "It's okay, son. Failure is the mother of success. Mom believes that you will do well in the next exam. " Mother said lovingly. I opened my eyes and saw a crystal tear flashing in the corner of my mother's eye. My heart is like being stung by a thousand swords, and I am determined not to let you down again. I stayed up late to practice arithmetic, and finally it was worth it. In the second test, I won the championship successfully. Seeing your slightly raised smile is sweeter than eating honey.
Father's love is like a cup of bitter tea. The more you drink it, the more mellow it becomes. Motherly love is like a cup of sweet tea, nourishing a dry heart. These two strands of love together, accompany me to grow up!