On the first day of love 1 Who in this world has never felt the love and care of their parents? I still have my parents. They always think of me and care about me.
Father can best describe "strict father". He is very strict with my study and life. He made a schedule for me, urged me to finish my homework carefully, and often let me read some extracurricular books to let me know the scientific knowledge outside the textbook. Now every time I come first and second in the class after every exam, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. My mother is a typical loving mother. She is very concerned about my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and always takes care of me in every way. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to cook delicious food to satisfy my appetite. Every weekend, she can't rest, so she starts washing my dirty clothes and puts clean clothes on my bedside the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed me medicine. I had to get up in the middle of the night to see if the quilt cover was covered properly.
There is one thing that I have always kept in mind. That time, I cleaned the classroom and was ready to go home. I saw it suddenly began to rain outside, so I picked up my schoolbag and ran outside. Just arrived at the school gate, I saw a familiar figure in the crowd-my father, and I called him happily. When my father saw me, he smiled and moved his umbrella to my head. At this time, I saw the raindrops as big as beans hitting my father. However, the umbrella still stays above me …
In fact, every parent has devoted great care and love to their children. Parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I feel its existence all the time.
Love the first day of writing 2 Parents' love is selfless. In poems and sentences, I realized the love of my parents. Indeed, parents' love is severe, and mothers' love is caring. I grew up healthily and happily in these two kinds of love.
My father's strict requirements prompted me to get good grades in my studies.
My grades in school have not been very good, and I was among the best in my class for an instant. Everyone will be surprised to hear this, but please don't think about it. These are the real achievements.
That's because once I failed in the math exam, and when I got home, my father flew into a rage and was scolded by my father. In the next few days, he didn't allow me to go out to play, let alone get close to the computer, and specially invited a teacher to help me with my lessons. It really seemed like a year at that time. Face father's scolding, teacher's explanation and mother's comfort every day. What is even more confusing is doing the questions and exams, but I still firmly say to myself: "Dad, for me, I should complain less and work harder. Through my efforts, I have never failed every exam, and now I can still be among the best. Only then did I understand that hard work will yield gains, and hard work will lead to genius. But I know better: everything my father used to do was for my own good. This is a strict requirement of fatherly love!
In life, everything is maternal love. She is an unknown selfless love!
Early in the morning, my mother prepared a delicious breakfast for me and cleaned up my bookshelf. In the evening, my mother often covers me with a quilt and puts the coat I want to wear tomorrow by the bed. Sometimes I stay up to see my mother on purpose. My mother came to me. She closed her eyes and saw my mother touching my forehead with her hand. Happiness is irreplaceable. Ah! Mother's care and love make me feel that tomorrow is beautiful and the day after tomorrow is very happy …
Higher than mountains, deeper than mountains, love comes from parents. I will repay my parents with my whole life. At this time, I want to say to my parents, "I love you."
Love the first composition 3 Sandy Reed, which touched the hearts of literati; The majestic "Shenzhou" touched the hearts of Chinese people; Then there is the murmuring heart.
In the summer night, cicadas are still singing on the tall buttonwood in the yard, and crickets are holding a special concert in the grass. In the room, under the soft light, my mother shook the cattail leaf fan and took me into her arms. The breeze brushed my body and it was very comfortable. My mother patiently taught me to read while shaking her fan: "One person above and two people below have read too much. You must understand that unity is strength." My mother's words, like beautiful notes, played a loud symphony on my heart tide and touched my immature heart when I was a child.
One rainy night, my mother sat under the lamp and sewed clothes for me. In the soft light, my mother's figure was painted for a long time. Raindrops, like musicians from heaven, play touching music for the silent village. In the yard, a drop of rain on the eaves realized the dream of dripping through the stone on the smooth slate. Whenever a piece of music is forgotten, mother's countless needles are left on her clothes. Mother's love moistens my heart like the tide and touches my truest feelings.
Time and time again, scene after scene, in my opinion, every little thing my mother does in life seems to be taken for granted, such as the best sheets, well-cooked dishes, and the best room in the house ... Then these insignificant little things, if you think about it carefully at this moment, are all full of mother's mumbling love.
In life, maybe your friends make you happy, maybe your work enriches you, maybe your lover makes you beautiful, but it must be your mother who silently pays true love for you. She touches your deepest feelings with the smallest things, and silently pays all your love for you.
Love the first day of writing. 4 The footsteps in spring are light and soft. If you don't believe me, listen. The gentle spring of "sasha vujacic" gently touches the earth, crosses mountains and rivers, and awakens all things in nature. And my mother's steps are light and soft.
In the silent night, when I fall asleep sweetly, I will vaguely hear a rustle of footsteps. I know my mother came to tuck me in. Her steps are light and soft, and she is as afraid of stepping on the ground as an ant. Besides, her mother came to see me and didn't light the lamp at all, for fear of disturbing me. At this time, I feel very happy and happy to have such a mother.
After school, when I was wandering anxiously at the school gate, a light footsteps of "sasha vujacic" came into my ears. It's my mother, I decided, because it was my mother's footsteps that picked me up from school, fast and urgent. Whenever this time, I will quickly jump into my mother's arms and enjoy her deep love for me.
When I make a mistake, when I feel scared and scared, I will hear my mother's footsteps rustling. But for me, my mother's footsteps are so heavy that my heart is pounding. However, my mother's words always encourage me. She always forgives my naivety and ignorance. She always tells me to take the right path, which makes me gain a lot.
When I go to Qiu Lai in spring, I always hear my mother weave a beautiful tune with her footsteps, to accompany me to grow up and relieve my troubles. This is the footsteps of love, deeply imprinted in my heart, urging me to keep moving forward!
Love can transcend the length of life, the width of the soul and the depth of the soul; Love can give people warmth, courage and hope. Love is always by your side, from home to school to the whole world. Love never leaves. Maybe you haven't really felt it yet, but in fact, love is around.
From the moment everyone is born, love comes to you quietly. With the passage of time, the baby has become a sensible child, but the only constant is the love of parents! Because of love, parents are selfless, never tired, never tired. Behind this, there is a powerful force pushing him, and that is the love of parents for their children.
Love is the flame of life, without which everything will become night. If there is no love in this world, and there is only indifference and estrangement between people, then this colorful world will turn into darkness in an instant. However, if love appears, just like after the rain, life will regain hope and the great soul will become greater.
Love is a word with temperature. It is like a lamp at night, giving people hope. Love is a colorful word. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, cyan and purple all have rich meanings. Love can give us confidence when we are sad and give us strength when we shrink back, so-let love never be absent!
Time flies day by day, and people gradually mature, but there is always one thing, like the memory that is still sealed in the trough, so eager to say it, but I don't know how to express it. That is the most precious thing that time has evolved-love!
Maybe it's just a simple sentence, but do you understand its importance and the importance it brings to the family? Perhaps, you don't understand, because you are not a child who grew up in the dark, and you can't understand the feeling of trying to catch it like a magnet. That kind of desire lingers around me, desperately trying to catch it, but afraid that it will accidentally run away.
Until one day, they heard that their daughter's grades were excellent, which brought me unprecedented kindness. I was in a trance, but I also secretly laughed. I told myself that even if it was their hypocritical love, I would like to enjoy it like this. I'm fed up with son preference at home. I don't want this kind of ethics to continue. I want to exchange my grades for their hypocritical love. I do.
Later, I began to be careless, and my grades didn't plummet, but it made me collapse. At this time, my parents told me that my grades can't be eaten, so I continued to work hard. My tears fell instantly. It's me. I always misunderstand them. That's not hypocrisy, but unspeakable true love. That kind of love is stronger and more touching than my desire.
Love is a full life, just like a cup full of wine. -inscription
what is love ? I don't understand.
There are many kinds of love, one is gorgeous, but it is blind; It is warm, but it is empty. He was endowed with a gorgeous appearance, and people were confused by the beauty of this moment and followed the blind worship of the public, only to find out how flashy and empty it was in the end. There is also a kind of love, ordinary but warm; Simple, but subtle. He has no earth-shattering' great achievements', and he has no shocking power that the world admires. He goes deep into every corner of life, which is hard to notice, but like a shell, he falls into the sea with gravel, willingly buries it, accumulates it with great concentration, and finally rushes to the beach, shining the earth with pearl-like soft luster. It must be the most beautiful scenery on the beach. Although diamonds are dazzling, people will not wear them for a long time, because it will make people feel tired if they look at them for a long time. Only the soft light of pearls can stand the test of time and moisten every bit of life with ordinary love.
I remember reading an article on the Internet not long ago called Eight Lies of a Mother's Life. It tells the story of a poor mother who sacrificed herself for her child's happiness in the process of raising her child, telling eight lies to her child with her simple and ordinary love, and illuminating the child's growth path. This is the true portrayal of parents in the world. The expression of ordinary love, though not earth-shattering, can warm children's hearts and even change their lives.
This is love, which is shrouded in the ubiquitous ordinary warmth around us. Perhaps it is just a smile, but it is also like a flame, which drives away the cold and guides the direction of life.
Everyone has the right to enjoy the happiness of life, and getting love is a kind of happiness of life. -P.S.
Motherly love warms the child's body like a gentle sunshine, and sacrifices herself to illuminate the child like a candle. Mother is great and has the deepest maternal love.
I remember once, the school bell rang for a long time, and it was getting dark, so I couldn't help but be afraid. I think my mother hasn't been here for a long time, so I've been muttering. "Tick-tock, tick-tock, hoo-hoo ..." There was a cold north wind blowing in the cold rain, and I was still shivering in clothes like a quilt. Through the window, I saw some parents who came to pick up the students. Their umbrella was blown down by the wind. The north wind blew so hard that the window slammed. The clock "ticks, ticks", and my heart is involuntarily afraid, and my heart is tense again. At this time, in the storm, a familiar figure caught my eye. It's mom! My mother holds an umbrella in her right hand and my colorful raincoat in her left. Seeing my mother's back, my heavy heart stone was put down. "Put it on, let's go home! Be careful not to catch a cold. " It is this simple and gentle sentence that warms my heart. But then I learned that my mother was on duty in the factory, so it was too late to pick me up.
Outside the school gate, it was raining, and my mother gave me her only umbrella. I have put on my raincoat, so I gave it to my mother. My mother didn't want it, so she forced it on me. After several rounds of pushing, my mother won. I watched her walk behind my back and was moved to tears.
This is my mother, how much maternal love is contained in her simple words. I cannot repay my mother. It is best to repay her with excellent grades and excellent performance.
Motherly love is like a gurgling stream, flowing in my heart, nourishing my heart, like the vast sea, let my boat swim in the sea and embrace everything.
My mother is very careful and arranges my life in order. Every morning, my mother always wakes me up with a kind voice. I rubbed my eyes, dressed quickly and went to the bathroom. My mother has prepared the washbasin, and there is a nutritious breakfast on the table. My mother takes me to and from school every day and takes good care of me.
I remember one day in the fourth grade, the scorching sun was so hot that people couldn't breathe, but the weather was like a child's face, and it changed as soon as he spoke. It was clear in Wan Li just now, but now it is overcast and raining cats and dogs. "What can I do?" Walking home in a good mood, I was stopped by naughty children's rain. I quickly ran into the nearby residential building, shaking the rain, and my heart was full of anxiety. How I wish my mother could pick me up at this time! But my mother still works in the factory. How can she be free? After waiting for a long time, I still haven't seen my mother. I can't help feeling disappointed, and my grievances come to my mind. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice, and I was still worried. Ah! It's mom! It's mom! My mother came to pick me up. I rushed into the rain and my mother threw herself into her arms. Tears welled up in my eyes. Mother touched my head with her cold hand. At the moment, I feel a warm current flooding my body, and I want to say something, but I am speechless.
I am a small tree, and my mother is a big mountain. Hold me tight and don't let anyone knock me down. I am a drop of water, and my mother is the mother of the sea. It is closely integrated with me and will not let me dry up; I am the seed, and my mother is the bright sunshine. My mother cares about me with her life and everything, cares about me and watches me grow sturdily day by day.
Mom, you have worked hard! May all parents who work hard for their children in the world be safe all their lives.
Today, as usual, I watch the variety show "Dream Choir" every Friday night. I also heard wonderful songs and saw scenes of laughter. The difference is that I saw a 49-year-old mother, mother Wang, living in the mountains with my real eyes and honest heart.
After Mr. Ni Ping came to power, he expressed his crazy spirit of loving his mother with his singing voice. Oh! The Queen Mother walks more than 3,000 steps up and down every day, carrying a heavy gas tank. At first, she couldn't stand it and was almost exhausted. But the thought of her hungry child and her 32-year-old dead husband cheered her up and never flinched. The last three children were admitted to the university. They know that they can be admitted to the university because their hardworking mother knocked on the door of the temple for him with rough hands, so that they can always walk on the paving stone of success, persistence, victory and self-confidence.
After that, the eight captains sent love to their parents. What moved me most was a sentence by the host Sabel. He said that his mother was often ill and finally had a brain tumor on her head. The doctor said she might forget all of you forever. But his mother insisted on watching the program hosted by Sabel until midnight 1 1, so that her son would never disappear from her mind. However, memory is like an eraser, which will erase those precious memories forever.
Dear friends, have you ever had a problem with your mother because of a small matter? Hehe, I think there should be! Me too. I want to tell you, educate me, my mother gave birth to our desire, love and kindness, which may disappear from our memory. Do you know what evidence is? That smile, that rough hand. As long as we all observe carefully, sooner or later we will find that maternal love is hidden behind us. Hehe, who doesn't want to look forward to Jackie Chan and Phoenix?
My father is fat and tall with a big watermelon belly. He has a pair of bright eyes under his thick eyebrows. His eyes are fierce. He is gentle when he is happy and scary when he is angry.
When I was in the third grade, my handwriting was poor. My father told me that pen writing has a wide range of uses and primary schools must practice it well. My father introduced me to the copybook specially written by Uncle Pang Zhonghua, the most famous hard-pen calligrapher in China, and I took a quick look. Wow! The handwriting inside is really beautiful. Originally, I thought my handwriting was quite good, and the teacher praised me for my neat handwriting. But compared with this, the words I wrote are not called a word, and the lines of words are just rows of small ants.
Dad encouraged me to say, "Your goal is to write beautiful words like Uncle Pang Zhonghua." Embarrassed, I said, "Do you still want me to surpass Uncle Pang Zhonghua?" Dad touched me and said, "Of course, as long as you have perseverance, nothing is impossible." Dad's eyes sparkled with kindness.
Last semester, I made a mistake at school, and my mother took me back from school. When I heard my father's car, I knew my father had come back. My heart is pounding at the thought of being criticized this time. Sure enough, my dad asked me what I did at school as soon as he came in. I looked into my father's eyes. I was so scared that I told him everything and promised him that I wouldn't make the same mistake again. But in order for me to correct this mistake, my father's big hand hit my little hand a few times. Although my hand hurts, I know my father did it for me.
As the days passed, I grew up with my father's care, education and love. Dad, I can feel your love for me. Thank you.
Love first composition 12 Buddhism said: "color is empty, and empty is color." Similarly, love is simple and complicated. With the passage of time, the increase of age and experience, we will meet more people and more things. I met many interesting people and met many complicated things. It may come from trivial things in life, or you may face life choices, but through these, we will grow and become better.
Love is both simple and complicated. A cup of warm tea, a delicious bread, an umbrella against the wind and a kind word are all love. We can realize that a little love, like the infiltration of warm wind and drizzle, makes people feel warm.
Everyone feels different when expressing love. When we encounter difficulties in our study, the respect and instruction of the teacher, the guidance of a passerby when we get lost on the road, the care and love of our family when we encounter difficulties, and the care of our friends when we encounter emotional failure. These are all loves, but everyone expresses them in different ways.
When you have this love, you will feel happy, because people around you care about you and take care of you. You are not alone. You grew up in love, give this love to those in need. When we get love from others, we should also give love to others. Give someone roses, perfume your hands, pay your love and bring happiness to yourself.
It is said that everyone pays a little love to make the world warmer. Helping parents do housework, helping classmates solve problems, donating a book to poor families and keeping the streets clean and tidy are all love.
Love is both simple and complicated.
I have a wide range of interests since I was a child, playing the piano, drawing and practicing calligraphy, but I like Go best.
When I was four years old, I began to learn Go. I was attracted by the black and white photos and my efforts.
In the chess match, Bai Zi comes and goes. This simulated situation is full of danger, the opponent's tricks are difficult to estimate, and there are still many ambushes in the fierce place. All this forced me to study deeply.
What I remember vividly is the first real game. At this time, I have some level. I have forgotten the first corner and the strategy behind it. I'll go white first, and next time, the enemy and I will be evenly matched. The real killing began. The opponent's sideline is heavily guarded. There seems to be no weakness, but there is one place that is not connected. Opportunity knocks but once. I made a "broken" action, so that it was connected end to end, and both sides met. I was trapped in a tight encirclement, and the soliton fled outward, but the enemy played the role of "returning sheep" to pursue it. Fortunately, I dispatched Indiana Jones early and gave a heavy blow when the enemy was triumphant. "The plate is full of white armor soldiers", and the enemy sunspot "stays at a respectful distance from others". Instead of pursuing, I camped, occupied land and dispatched troops. After the war, our city was impregnable.
I was very happy with my initial success, but I didn't forget to continue my study. "There are many good things to grind." Now, I am also a "Go Master".
Weiqi enriched my extracurricular life, improved my thinking ability and made me a group of chess friends. At the same time, it also made me understand that high-rise buildings can only be built for my career by laying a good foundation.
I love Go!
The first composition of love 14 opened the window of memory, and only a lot of sad memories filled it.
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Looking at the happy landscape not far away, the more you look, the more redundant you feel. Thought of here, I can't help but dim my eyes and shake my head gently, as if to throw out the thoughts in my head. For a moment, it seems that I can't stand this visual impact. I picked up my coat and walked away.
It's already dark, and there seems to be no one in the street. I looked forward and suddenly found that I didn't know what to do. Looking around helplessly, I feel helpless. It was early spring night, but on this cool night, my heart was particularly sad.
Recalling when I was at school, I always wandered around the campus alone, just like a ghost at night. Then go back to the classroom or dormitory. People who like excitement but have a soft spot for silence are really a pair of contradictions. In fact, it is redundant everywhere, and it is useless to brush the sense of existence. Even if you have a fever of 40 degrees, no one will comfort you, even if it is perfunctory. Walking aimlessly, my heart is at a loss.
I love sadness, and I spend my life with him.
Think of school, think of home, everything feels out of place, as if abandoned by the world. In a gray and dark world, a person curled up in a corner, with a cold wall and a fearful heart, carefully guarding his last territory, shrouded in darkness and swallowed up by sadness. Tears swirled in my eyes, and my body trembled with fear, cold or crying, holding my legs as if seeking the last warmth.
Forgot the time, forgot my original direction ... maybe there was no direction, and my appearance was a mistake.
Love first composition 15 eyes are full of love, joy, worry, sour and sweet ... but there are many eyes everywhere. When we take the exam 100, the teacher will look at us with happy eyes; When we taste happiness, my classmates will look at me sweetly; My parents will stare at me with sour eyes when I do something wrong. ......
Parents are the best teachers for children. Children's education is not necessarily entrusted to teachers, but parents are the best teachers for children.
I once read a story that my son fell to the ground and he cried and cried. He shouted that no one would pay attention to him. Finally, his father came and gave him a look. He quickly dried his tears and stood up from the ground ... After reading this, I wondered: Why did his father give him a look and he got up?
This question has been bothering me for a long time, and now I finally have an answer.
On Sunday, I went to play, accidentally fell to the ground, and I began to cry. My mother came to see me, and I got up at once. I see, these are the eyes of love!
There are many realistic eyes, so we should look for them carefully.
Poor inheritance, when I was a child, I didn't understand my parents. It's not too late. Wait for us to study hard and repay our parents in the future.