A mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. Father's love is heavy, it will not be as soft as mother's love like spring breeze. Father's love is like a mountain, which gives you a support when you need it. Father's love is like a tree, sheltering you from the wind and rain. ...
Fatherly love is different from maternal love. You can feel maternal love, even hear and see it, but fatherly love can't. Fatherly love is silent. It only gives you a support when you need it. Just say you made a mistake and I'll hit you. Maybe some people don't understand why father always beats himself and scolds himself. Because his father loves you. As the saying goes, a father loves a mountain. It is never as gentle as water as maternal love, but as heavy as a mountain, and children can't see or hear it.
Dare to ask who saw the pain in his father's eyes when he hit you. Because parents' own hands will rebound when they hit their children, people invented rulers, sticks and belts ... but my father never hit his children with them, because he would rather bear the pain of rebound and suffer with his children than use them. Father hit you, and father would rather bear the pain himself than you, but there is no way. Father's words are useless because of your willfulness and your ignorance. Fathers have to use the telephone to make their children understand.
Beating is pro, scolding is love, which is the right given to parents by this world.
Fatherly love is always silent ...
A primary school student wrote a composition and died laughing. "I broke up with Duan, and now I'm waiting for the clock, but I really want to see Guo Qingjie, but in fact I like Fang very much and miss Fang very much, but her sister Fang Shujia is more beautiful, and I like her more. But I love Bu Shangxue the most, and how much I want to be with her forever. "
The Chinese teacher looked at it and said, "I love Bu Shangxue's brother Bu Shangke more!" "
I wish Zhong and Guo Qingjie a happy [rose] smile.
Love in the fourth grade of primary school (about 380 words) Caring is caring and loving, and it is everywhere around us.
Each of us needs care and life is indispensable. If others give us care, then we should also care for others, so that the world will be full of love! You can start with small things and show all your concern for others. For example, helping students with their homework, a word of advice or encouragement from a good teacher can often bring unremitting motivation to students. For example, if you help a blind man cross the street and talk to an old man, these are all manifestations of caring for others. You will be flattered if you care about others.
Suhomlinski said: "If every child's joy and distress are beating your heart, causing you to think, care and worry, then you can bravely choose lofty teaching as your career, and you can find creative pleasure in it.
"Because there is love, there will be joy of creation. Because there is joy of creation, there will be more love for education and students.
The teacher loves us. Her love is selfless! Parents gave us love, and their love is great! We should also learn to care for ourselves, others and ourselves! I remember when I was in the fifth grade, our class organized a visit to the old people's home for the aged. There, we helped clean up, served them tea and water, chatted with the elderly and performed programs for them. They were so happy that they couldn't even close their mouths. Looking at their bright smiles, I want to cry. They are old and don't have much time. Shouldn't we give them more care and love? ! I think their hearts must be warm! Another time, I went shopping with my parents in Huaqiang North. My mom asked me and my dad to wait for her below. She went to the women's world to buy clothes. My father and I sat down and waited. I saw a little girl. She is very beautiful and still wears an old school uniform, but she has no arms. She writes with her feet to beg. There is ink and paper in front of her, and there is a small red bucket with money. There is a writing brush between her toes, which is stained with ink.
The handwriting is not bad I think she is so pitiful! I walked over without hesitation, put five dollars in the little red bucket, and then all the people passing by gave their love. What makes people angry is that there are always some parents who hold their children in their arms and leave at a glance. Without any love, those children have been adversely affected since childhood, which is not conducive to cultivating love.
This little girl has no healthy body, no happy family and no happy school. How much she needs our love and warm hands! Here I sincerely appeal to friends all over the world to care for others and themselves! Let yourself and the people around you be full of love! Make people full of love! let the world be full of love! Care, care, love is everywhere! ! ! If the world is a hut, care is a window in the hut; If the world is a ship, then care is a bright light on the vast sea.
Being concerned is a beautiful enjoyment, and caring for others is a noble and beautiful virtue.
You can also contribute a contributor whose essence is the mutual existence of love.
A person's life is made up of interaction with others.
Caring for others means that people are good at understanding the situation, feelings and needs of others, and are prepared to support others morally and care for others in action.
You can also contribute. In real life, it often brings people joy or trouble, happiness or sadness, success or difficulty, success or failure. No matter what situation you are in, people need other people's corresponding understanding and care.
Your parents should be very concerned about you.
You may be asked to be caring and attentive every day; You are sick and take the initiative to serve you; If you have difficulties, take the initiative to help you; Parents are nannies when they forget; Parents are teachers when they forget words; When happy, parents are small partners; When you are upset, your parents are psychologists.
Their concern is bit by bit, do you find it? Do you care about your parents? Do you remember their birthdays? Did you make a cup of hot tea when they were tired? Did you wash their feet? Did you listen to them quietly? ……? ……? ……? ……? ……? Your parents have done all these things. What about you? Did you do it? Besides parents, have you ever cared about the elderly abandoned by their children? Have you ever cared about poor beggars? Have you ever cared about the injured bird? Have you ever cared ... If not, let's start now! Learn to care and care for parents; Take care of the elderly; Care for beggars; Care about ... care about all creatures that need care.
We need the care of others, and others need our care.
As long as you observe carefully, you will find that there are many people around you who need your concern.
I think if you want to be happy, you should learn to care about others.
Being cared for by others is a kind of happiness, and caring for others is also a kind of happiness.
Let's care about others and be happy together.
Yes! As the song goes: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.
Our home will be warmer and more beautiful.
It was Saturday. Jiang Hanjiao didn't come to class in the morning.
I thought there was something wrong with her, so I didn't think much.
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I saw her at the school gate before having English class in the afternoon.
Seeing her pale face, she quickly asked, "Jiang Hanjiao, why didn't you come this morning?" Not uncomfortable.
Jiang Hanjiao said: "I am sick. I felt a little dizzy and had a fever this morning. I'm much better now. I'm still going to come to class, so I'm here.
"I heard her say a little, and I was relieved.
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However, during the break of English class, I saw Jiang Hanjiao sitting quietly in her seat, even shivering.
I quickly ran over and asked her, "Jiang Hanjiao, what's wrong with you? Are you sad again? " She said, "I'm a little cold and dizzy. It's really hard.
"I was in a hurry and said," I'll take you home. You look really worried.
""no, I can do it alone.
Besides, you have homework. I really don't need it.
"Jiang Han jiao hurriedly refused.
But I really don't trust her and say firmly: " ...
How to write a good primary school composition "Love" How to write a model essay with 1 Mother's love "but how much love the inch-long grass has, enjoy three rays of spring." Every time I read Meng Jiao's poem Wandering, I think of my mother's love for me.
I will never forget that when I first went to school, my mother took me to and from school and taught me to write and draw.
It's raining, and my mother gave me an umbrella in the rain.
I remember once, I caught a cold and had a high fever. My mother drove me to the hospital for an injection. On the way back, my mother accidentally sprained her foot and had to limp me home.
Every day, my mother is very busy at work, and sometimes she can't go home on time. Even so, my mother will go home as soon as possible, cook for me and do housework late.
Because of this, I am among the best in my class.
I'm really happy to have such a mother.
One of my mother's greatest characteristics is that she speaks like a megaphone.
I used to say "goodbye" to the bed at the end of class time.
"Son, get up! I am going to be late for class! " I was shocked when I heard this. I quickly got dressed and got up for dinner ten times faster than usual.
When I got everything ready and heard my mother laugh, it was only 7 o'clock! Alas, I was cheated by my mother's exaggeration again.
Under the urging of my mother, I have developed a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and I am never late for school.
But how much love the grass has, I get three rays of spring. Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. I am like a small tree, thriving in the sunshine of maternal love.
2. Mother's love My mother loves me like all the mothers in the world.
But maternal love is different from that of other mothers.
She can not only knit sweaters and cook for me like ordinary city mothers, but also do the unique skill of rural mothers: design and sew clothes and shoes for me by herself.
You can also give me strict training like all military wives, which gives me a resolute style.
My mother can also teach me Chinese, math and English like all teachers and mothers. She is my head tutor.
My mother pays great attention to my educational methods.
When I was a child, I especially liked snacks, especially jelly pudding.
I couldn't get around it, so my mother told me a story: "In a suburb, there is a pudding workshop, 15 vat, which contains starch paste. It seems that it has been left for half a month, and the dye vat is full of white hair, red hair and green hair.
Flies flock to feed in the tank; Mosquitoes are singing and dancing on the vat.
Sewage is flowing on the ground, and workers who haven't washed their hands for a long time are putting paint into the tank.
The brightly colored pudding will be ready soon, and my greedy cat son will eat it in his mouth ... "I asked hastily," Really? Is it true?/You don't say. Every time I pick up the pudding, I will think of the story told by my mother, and I will not have the bad habit of eating snacks.
During the final exam, I told my mother with a heavy heart which question I did wrong. I was very sad.
Mom will simply say, "If you don't say anything when it's done, don't give any more comments. Let bygones be bygones."
Then he touched my head and said, "I'm thinking about the next class."
"Now that I have grown up, my mother no longer takes good care of me. On the contrary, I walk in the street as my mother's bodyguard and porter. Whenever this time, she looks at me with trust and pride. I know she is training me to be a man with great love.
In the eyes of most students in our class, Mr. Liu Honghong is a teacher with strict attitude and strict requirements for students.
In normal times, even students who have more contact with teachers, such as me, dare not confront her head-on. However, in the past week, I deeply realized Miss Liu under the three-foot platform.
Because my parents are going on a business trip, I have never taken care of myself at home, so I can only stay at home alone for a week.
Just as I was wondering how embarrassed I would be this week, Teacher Liu didn't know where she heard the news and immediately asked me to go to her house for dinner at night.
To my surprise, I found that another classmate in my class had been eating at Mr. Liu's house for several weeks.
It's hard for me to forget my first dinner at Mr. Liu's house.
Usually my mother is very busy, so she doesn't have much time to cook and doesn't pay much attention. But Mr. Liu has cooked a lot of delicious food and kept picking up dishes for me, persuading me to eat this and that. This is obviously what my mother will do.
I spent the next few nights like this.
I feel really happy.
Gradually, I think Mr. Liu is not strict. On the contrary, I can always feel her care and warmth.
Because she comes home late from school at night, Miss Liu must wait for me to call her back.
She also allows us to watch TV before dinner and chat with us during dinner, but she doesn't allow us to be sloppy when doing homework after dinner. She gives me such a considerate feeling.
One afternoon, Teacher Liu didn't go to school.
After school, Teacher Liang told us that Teacher Liu had gone for an injection.
I made up my mind: Miss Liu is ill and I can't bother her any more. I should give her a good rest.
I want to go back to my home like this, but I didn't expect Miss Liu to miss me and ask Miss Liang to tell me to go to her home.
I felt sad at that time.
At Teacher Liu's house, I almost wanted to cry when I looked at her gaunt face and her hands with sticky tape and blue veins.
She was ill in bed at night, and the heavy breathing made me think she must be very tired.
Mr. Liu's husband, Uncle Chen, cooks for us personally.
The next day, Mr. Liu gave us a class happily again. I don't know how she survived.
I understand that one more person in the family needs more care, and I really don't want to bother Mr. Liu.
But every time she said that, she always refused.
She has no regrets about doing so.
When I was at her house, I always heard Miss Liu's phone ringing off the hook, and the contents on the phone seemed to be talking to the parents of the students.
After a busy day at school, we will arrange seats and schedules for our class when we get home, and we will also correct the dictation of English phrases one by one.
Only then did I realize the teacher's meticulous care for our students.
At school, the teacher's strictness is a spur, and I sincerely hope that we can learn something; After class, the teacher's love is a kind of concern. She treats every student as her own child.
Teacher Liu asked for leave because of illness to have a minor operation. This year's Teacher's Day, she spent it in bed rest.
She told her classmates that she would come back as soon as possible.
I really hope Miss Liu Can will be late. ...
what is love ? Love is around. Parents are trees, shielding you from the hot summer sun. Parents are lights that illuminate your way forward in the dark; Parents are the sun, which warms your heart in severe winter. In the morning, she quarreled with her parents because she wanted to buy a baking stove with them for the winter. However, her parents refused to take her with them and go by bike. She was very angry and thought, Hum! If you don't go, neither will I. Really stingy. The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets. She slammed the door and walked out angrily. She walked in the yard, feeling extremely depressed. Suddenly, she heard a meow and looked for the source of the sound. She saw it in a corner, very clean and rare. In the corner, there is a lovely kitten, Tian Tian. Thought: poor kitten, abandoned by her mother at such a young age. Suddenly, she only heard a meow. An old flower cat jumped out of nowhere, grabbed the kitten and ran away. She stood there, thinking quietly, and a cold wind blew past her. I don't know whether it calmed her down or made her understand something from it. Her eyes lit up and her angry face was a little happier. Then I heard the familiar voice of my parents. "I'm sorry, son, I didn't make it clear to you this morning. We didn't mean to take you out. It's too cold outside. We are worried that you will catch a cold. Don't blame us ... "Before her parents finished, she brought two cups of steaming tea to her parents and said," It's so cold, warm your hands! " Before her parents could react, she rushed into her bedroom and cried on the bed. At this time, tears tell everything, and all the unpleasantness before leaving disappears, leaving only regret and guilt for everything you have done. She knows that with the care of her parents, she is the happiest person in the world. Just change the name.
"Love around us" 500-word composition of the sixth grade of primary school We are bathed in maternal love all day, and maternal love is like a torch at night, illuminating the direction for me; Motherly love is like spring in winter, nourishing my heart ... I always remember that at noon that day, it was gray and it seemed to rain. My mother asked me to take an umbrella, but I forgot.
When I write, the sun shines brightly. I thought it wouldn't rain, so I set my mind at to do my homework.
But in the second class, it started to rain unexpectedly.
When school is over, it hurts when the rain hits me.
After school, my mother promised to pick me up. I've been waiting for a long time, but my mother hasn't come to pick me up yet.
Wait for her in the canteen.
About 20 minutes later, my mother hasn't come to pick me up, so I have no choice but to go home by myself! Walking on the road, I always thought, did my mother leave me? Is that crystal water drop on your face sweat? Rain? Or tears? Cold weather, cold body, colder heart! I saw a familiar figure when I got home.
It's close, it's close, right here! Ah! It's mom! I hurried into the car.
When I got home, I ignored my mother.
My mother quickly explained, "I'm sorry, my mother was stuck in traffic when she went to Binhai to help you buy a topic composition." Sorry. "
"Afterwards, I also heard my dad say that my mother was late for work to buy books for me.
At this moment, I can't help crying! The love around me is so strong, so strong. ......
I need a composition: love from my mother. Primary school students' compositions.
Requirements: about 500 words, preferably. ...
I live in a warm, harmonious and happy family. My parents like me very much and love me very much, especially my mother.
My mother works in a bank, in charge of personnel and education. She has a lot of business and is very busy.
Nevertheless, my mother will personally send me to school every day, dress me, tie my shoelaces, pack my schoolbag, fill my meals and wash my socks ... In short, my life is represented by my mother.
I want to declare that it's not that I won't do it, but that my mother doesn't believe me and keeps saying that I am a child.
What my mother asks of me is that I should study hard.
But, mom, I want to tell you ... I remember once, I was going to learn English after school, my father was on a business trip, and your company was busy, so I went to the English school myself.
Afterwards, I thought I would get your praise and praise when I grew up, but what I got was your severe reprimand; Another time, physical education class ran 50 meters in our class. Originally, my sprint performance was not bad, but my shoelaces suddenly opened before the race, because you usually help me tie them, so I can't even tie my shoelaces, and I'm too embarrassed to ask my teachers and classmates for help. As a result, I ran last ... In daily life, I went to wash dishes, and you said I was young; I wash socks, and you say I can't clean them. I help you clean your room, and you call me a troublemaker.
Mom, I am 9 years old and a sophomore. I am no longer a toddler.
At the beginning of the new semester, with my efforts, you finally promised that I could go to school by myself, but you still have to stand on the balcony and look at me every day, open the window and tell me, "Don't play on the road, pay attention to the car and go well."
"My good mother, I know you love me deeply, but mom, you have to let me learn to do things and take care of myself, because I will grow up, go to school and work outside after all.
I'm really worried that you can't stand it then, and I'm more worried about whether I can live alone.
Mom-I want to tell you that your hobby is very heavy.
what is love ? There are many kinds of primary school students' love, including love from parents, love from elders, love from society and love from the motherland, but I value friendship more.
Friendship has been with me since I first entered kindergarten. I play games and play with other friends. This is friendship.
The happy time of carefree kindergarten passed quickly.
I stepped into the gate of primary school.
I also felt the existence of friendship at school.
When I first entered the class, I was not used to it in a new and unfamiliar environment, but after several days of study, I made friends with my new classmates. As a member of my class, my classmates gave me a nickname? Turtle, I'm not angry, and I think there's nothing wrong with the nickname turtle. It sounds very kind, so the nickname turtle accompanied me through primary school for four years.
In my old school, I had a very good friend named Xiao Lu Chang.
Xiao Daochang and I are deskmates, and we have the same interests. Soon, he and I became bosom friends.
At school, we call each other brothers. We always do our homework and study together and discuss difficult topics with each other.
After class, we became closer, playing football and table tennis. We always go out happily and come back sweaty.
Once in class, I secretly read Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I was deeply attracted by Liu Bei's sincerity, Guan Yu's heroism, Zhuge Liang's wit and Cao Cao's treachery. When I was watching Guan Yu go through five hurdles and behead six generals, Xiao Daochang quietly reminded me, "Don't look, if the teacher finds out, you will be miserable."
"But when I saw its splendor, I refused to close the book.
I waved to Xiao Changlu and continued to watch.
XiaoChangLu sighed, only by me.
Not long after, the old teacher found out and punished me for writing a 200-word review. I'm sorry and embarrassed. I regret not listening to Xiao Lu Chang, and I am embarrassed to be criticized in front of the whole class.
At this time, I realized that true friendship is not only reflected in playing, but also in learning.
Another time, I forgot to bring plasticine in art class. When I was in a hurry, Xiaolu patted me on the shoulder and said, "I am cooperating with you.
"I seemed to see the vitality, and I promised at once. Later, I learned that Xiao Changlu had a good group with others. When I heard that I didn't bring it, I quit my group with me ... This is friendship, and it is the small road that makes me understand true friendship, helping friends and asking for nothing in return.
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Respect the old and love the young: about 800 words. Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby, thrown into her arms ... "This is a nursery rhyme that I will sing since I was a child. Whenever I hear this nursery rhyme, tears of happiness will come to my eyes.
The warmest place in the world is not the soft bedding, nor the hot stove, but the mother's arms.
She gave me precious life; She taught me to walk, and she taught me how to be a man. My mother shines on me like the sun and loves me selflessly.
Dear mom, after March, I will be ten years old.
Dear mother, how can I not sincerely thank you for your ten years of parenting?
I remember it was a stormy night, and I accidentally caught a cold.
It happened that my father was on a business trip that day, and my mother let me take cold medicine.
I thought it would be okay. Suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night.
My mother will feed me boiled water, touch my forehead and take my temperature. As my temperature has been very high, my mother had to take me to the hospital at two in the morning.
My mother was afraid that I would be cold on the way, so she untied her coat and wrapped it around me. Suddenly a warm current flowed into my heart, but my poor mother was shivering with cold.
I don't know when I fell asleep
When I woke up, I was neither a doctor nor a nurse, but my mother with bloodshot eyes.
I couldn't bear it any longer and threw myself into my mother's arms. At this moment, I feel that I am the happiest child in the world! I still remember that time I was not very happy when I saw my mother, because I found that my composition was off topic.
Careful mother comforted me after knowing it and said, "son, I failed this time." Come again next time! " "Then carefully analyze the reasons for digression with me and teach me how to write a good composition in the future; On hearing my mother's encouragement, my heart was suddenly untied. My mother really understands me.
Therefore, I never lose heart when I fail, because my mother lifted me from the clutches of failure with those warm hands and taught me that "failure is the mother of success."
In recent years, my mother has sent me to learn piano, English and other courses every Saturday and Sunday, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, or hot and cold.
In order to help me learn these courses well, my mother sometimes sits with me in the classroom with a notebook like a primary school student.
Mother listened so carefully and remembered so carefully.
How much effort my mother has devoted to my study! My mother always said, "Only by suffering can you become a great person." When I encounter difficulties in my study, I feel confident when I think of my mother's words.
Mom, I will not live up to my expectations. Please rest assured that I will never forget everything my mother has done for me. I will repay my dear mother with excellent grades and future contributions to society! Mom, did you hear that? This is my heart and my oath.
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Fan: Spreading the love of all mothers is an umbrella for children.
Mother's love. This is a ship, planting a bright future for children.
Motherly love is a harbor, giving children a shelter from the wind and rain.
Mother's love is a clear spring, and she gives us sweet water.
And the mother herself, just silently pay for us, efforts.
I remember it was an autumn afternoon. When I came home from school, it rained heavily. I always feel top-heavy when I walk home. I collapsed in bed as soon as I got home.
I hope you like it and adopt it. In the evening, when my mother came back from work after a hard day, she saw me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and watching the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and picked me up and walked to the hospital.
Along the way, the wind roared harder and it rained harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. My mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she gave me most of her raincoat and wrapped me tightly.
I lay in my mother's arms, moved beyond words.
Gradually, I found that my mother's breathing was getting faster and faster, and her steps seemed to slow down. Every step was so hard.
I was anxious to think: hospital, hospital, weren't you near my home before? But why is it so far away now? When I got to the hospital, my mother checked me in. The doctor gave me an injection and took the medicine. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, she smiled and asked softly, "Are you better?" I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair, nodded and said excitedly, "much better." Mom ... "My nose is sour, and I can't go on ... I looked at my mother's figure again, and I couldn't help thinking of a poem my father once taught me," The thread in the hand of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son, and she sews it carefully for fear of delaying his time to go home, but how much love this inch-long grass has won! " So is my mother. So, how can I repay my mother's selfless love? Fan: Does maternal love just give us delicious and fun love? No, at least not for me.
Motherly love is varied. One thing before, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence.
When I was very young, I accidentally fell down in kindergarten and lost a lot of blood. I went home and cried to my mother. I thought my mom would say, "Oh, what's going on?" Come on, mom will show you and give you medicine.
"But unexpectedly, my mother said something that I will never forget:" What's the matter? Oh, nothing. It's just a minor injury. What are you afraid of? Just put some medicine on it.
"I was surprised and sad after hearing this. My mother certainly doesn't like me. That's what I was thinking.
When I was sleeping at night, I was crying alone when I suddenly heard the voice from my mother's bedroom. I quickly held my breath and only heard my father say, "Don't comfort me if the child is injured."
"I thought, Dad is right! I heard my mother say, "You know what? The child will grow up soon. She can't rely on us anymore. Sooner or later, she will live alone. What should I do if she is hurt? "I suddenly understood that my mother loves me. She did it for my own good! I cried again, but this time my tears were not grievances, but gratitude! Because of my mother's words, I have never been too depressed in the face of difficulties: I didn't do well in the math exam, study hard at home and try to do well in the next exam ... I also know that people are destined to live independently all their lives and can't rely on their parents.
So, now there is a little thing, I will solve it myself and solve it to the best! Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Mother's love is diverse, selfless and great!
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