Love lies composition 1 There are thin beads of sweat on my forehead. My mother bought medicine and cooked it for me. I was so bitter that I couldn't drink any more. My mother coaxed me: "Drink quickly. This medicine is not bitter at all. My mother put a good polysaccharide, smelling bitter and eating incense! " You hold your nose and drink it all at once! "I did as she said, but it was still very bitter. My mother immediately dug a spoonful of sugar from the sugar bag for me. I shook my head and ate hard, imagining that the medicine just now was getting sweeter and sweeter. After drinking the medicine cooked by my mother, my illness soon recovered. Mother told me a sweet lie.
One day, it was very cold. There was no firewood or fire at home, and the room was very cold. My mother was busy cooking for me, so she went to a distant village to collect firewood. Due to overwork and cold weather, my mother caught a cold and kept coughing. I advised her not to go, but she refused. I fell asleep alone in my room, and then I vaguely heard a crack and a persistent light cough. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that my mother was making a fire. She looked at my surprised eyes and quickly said, "Mom is not sleepy. I'll sleep as soon as I finish the fire. " When I was awakened by my mother's cough again, my mother dragged herself to bed. She hugged me and told me to fall asleep quickly. Mother told me a white lie.
I grew up in my mother's lies and became sensible in her lies.
Last weekend, my mother and I went back to my grandmother's house. My grandmother hasn't seen us for a long time. This time we suddenly appeared in front of her. She was so happy that she kept urging grandpa to make a fire, kill chickens and cook, and make my favorite wax gourd chicken.
At dinner, I gave my favorite chicken wings to my grandmother. My mother saw it and praised me for growing up and being sensible. Grandma looked at me, then at my mother, put the chicken wings in a bowl and said, "Your mother likes chicken wings best. Give them to her." I put the chicken wings back in grandma's bowl and said to her, "grandma, it's not like this." My mother doesn't like chicken wings. Every time my family kills chickens, my mother says she doesn't like it. I eat it every time. " Grandma looked at her mother, then at me, and smiled and said, "Grandma doesn't like it either. You'd better eat it. "
I was surprised to hear my grandmother say this, and said loudly, "You are really surprised. Why don't you like such delicious chicken wings? " My grandfather can't take it anymore. He smiled and said to me, "silly boy, you don't know that your mother likes chicken wings best." When she was young, she would cry if she didn't eat them. She doesn't like chicken wings because of you Similarly, your grandmother loves chicken wings, but she doesn't like them because of your mother. Do you understand what I mean? "
After listening to my grandfather, I was shocked. It turns out that my mother and grandmother have been lying down for so many years. Their "dislike" originally contained such deep love for their children.
I suddenly feel so warm and happy, really!
I have been puzzled by a question, which is what I like to eat, but my mother doesn't. I didn't understand the truth until later.
One day, my mother bought many strawberries that I like to eat. But I only ate a few, and I didn't think it was sweet enough, so I threw it aside. Afraid of waste, mother picked up strawberries and ate them one by one, and soon ate them up. "Mom really knows life, and things she doesn't like to eat are reluctant to waste." I said to my father at a side. Dad smiled and whispered to me, "Your mother is lying to you because she doesn't like strawberries. She wants you to eat more. " After listening to my father's words, I suddenly froze. My mother always said that children should eat more nutritious food, and I kept lying to make me eat more.
Later, I also learned to lie. Once, my mother bought me a delicious cake to eat. I ate half of it, then pretended to burp and said, "I'm too full to eat." Mother was reluctant to throw it away, so she had to eat the rest of the cake. I am secretly happy. Later, this kind of thing often happens. For example, I deliberately left half of the French fries in my mother's hand, and the sugar-coated gourd shouted "No, it's too sour" in the middle, and then handed it to my mother. ...
Shh! I lied to my mother. Please keep a secret for me! Otherwise, mom doesn't trust me. You know, love lies are actually very sweet!
Love lies composition 4 parents' love is like rain and dew, nourishing my saplings and making me grow sturdily. I remember their care, care and everything I taught me.
What impressed me the most was an incident the summer before last. At that time, I had studied pen calligraphy for half a year, but my handwriting still didn't improve. I feel a little uneasy. As soon as I picked up a pen and wrote a few words, I threw it aside and frowned and said, "why can't I always write well?" I don't practice. " My mother, who was washing vegetables, looked back at me. She immediately put down the dish, wiped her hands and came over with a smile and said, "What words are so difficult to write? Let me try!" " As she spoke, she picked up a pen and wrote one by one. After writing, she said with a serious expression: "This word is really a bit difficult. My writing is not as good as yours. If you carefully observe the key strokes of this word and practice more, I believe you will write well. " I felt confident after listening to my mother's words, so I picked up a pen and practiced seriously.
Later, I learned that my mother deliberately wrote poorly to encourage me and make me have confidence in myself. People say lying is bad, but I think mom's lies are full of love. Because of this love lie, I have now passed the national amateur hard pen calligraphy level 6. "Mom, thank you!"
Love Lies Composition 5 In life, a casual moment may make you feel extremely happy and wrapped in love. But love is not as simple as you think. It's like an elaborate lie.
The most common love, for us, is the love of parents. When I was a child, I longed for delicious crispy meat every meal. One day at noon, when my father fried crispy meat for me, I don't know why, but the oil in the pot suddenly spilled out. It was summer and my father was wearing short sleeves. Hot oil was ruthlessly sprinkled on dad's palm and arm, and dad's arm was scalded with big blisters, especially the one on his hand, which was big and bulging and seemed to burst at any time, and it hurt when he looked at it. Dad looked indifferent and said to me with a smile, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold. This little injury will be wiped with medicine. " When I was five years old, I believed it. And dad's injury hasn't healed all summer. Until now, the mark is still on my father's arm, and he won't leave. I suddenly realized that my father used white lies to reduce my worries.
Motherly love always shows no trace. Whenever my mother comes home from work with a tired body, I will ask her if she is tired. She always smiles and says, "Mom is not tired. Go and do your homework. " However, her eyes closed early every night still "puncture" her "lies".
There is a lot of love in life, and there is a shadow of lies. But it's all for the best. We should learn to understand, tolerate and cherish these loves.
Love lies composition 6 The love of relatives is everywhere. A small cotton-padded jacket that seems not gorgeous but extremely warm; Seemingly simple, it can help me shelter from the wind and rain. During that time, I felt my father's endless love.
That day, I went to school to ride a bike in the open space, and my father helped me ride it slowly in the back seat. After a while, my father saw that I was better, so he let go of my hand and ran after me. Riding, riding, who knows that I can't control the car, my body loses balance, I lean directly to the left, and I will fall. Just at that moment, my father rushed over and quickly supported my body with his hands. I'm safe and sound, but I clearly see that my father's foot is bruised and bleeding because of excessive force. Dad frowned, gritted his teeth and quietly blocked the wound with pants. He smiled painfully at me, gently lifted his bike and blamed himself, Are you all right? It's all my dad's fault. You didn't hold the back seat properly, which made you fall. Dad told me to calm down first, then pretended to hold a mobile phone and gently stroked my injured leg. Dad's legs are still shaking slightly, so I quickly asked lovingly, Dad, are you all right? Dad immediately drew back his hand and pretended that nothing had happened. Nothing, nothing. Dad tried to hide it. When the pain was a little better, my father still let me ride a bike and run with me. Although dad tried to keep normal, his twisted feet left a flaw for him. Dad's love lies suddenly touched my throat, and I let out a cry from the bottom of my heart: Dad! I love you!
My mother is in her thirties this year. She is average in height and appearance, but generous and never cares about others. Of course, no one is perfect, and her biggest "shortcoming" is her love of "lying".
I believe many people have heard their parents say, "Never tell a lie, or you will be eaten by wolves ..." I have also heard these words. It is puzzling that my mother "lied" so many times, but she was not eaten by the wolf. My mother is very concerned about my study. I remember when I was in primary school, my mother sent me to school and picked me up from school every day. I remember one winter morning, when the north wind was blowing, we walked to school together. The cold north wind makes people unable to lift their heads, "whirring." It happened that my mother was not feeling well these days, but she still insisted on accompanying me to school. Mom can't walk any further. I said sadly, "Mom, go home!" " I'll just go to school by myself. ""no, mom said firmly, you will be abducted if you walk to school by yourself! And I can walk, and I can keep exercising if I walk more! "Can a person with such poor health stand such a cold day? Mom is lying again.
This is: the lie of love!
Today, my mother and I went back to my grandmother's house. My grandmother cooked my favorite chicken for me. I gave my favorite chicken wings to my favorite grandmother at the dinner table. My mother praised me for being sensible when she saw that I was smart.
But grandma put the chicken wings in mom's bowl again. Grandma said, "Give it to your mother! Your mother likes these chicken wings. " Grandma, you are mistaken. This chicken wing is my mother's least favorite thing. My family always eats chicken wings, but my mother never eats them. I emphasized this point to my grandmother. I put the chicken wings in the bowl for grandma to eat, and said, "Grandma, you'd better eat!" " "Mom said," Beibei is really good today, but your grandmother doesn't like chicken wings. ""why? Chicken wings are the best. Why don't you like them? It's really weird. "
My grandfather can't help talking. "Silly girl, that's because you like to eat, and your mother doesn't like to eat! Before you were born, your mother only ate chicken wings. Your grandmother prefers to eat chicken wings. Since your mother likes to eat, your grandmother has become disliked. "
My mother is in her thirties this year. My grandmother has not eaten chicken wings for more than 30 years because she loves them. I am ten years old this year. My mother has not eaten chicken wings for ten years because I love them. Looking at the chicken wings in the bowl, what I like makes my grandmother like it, and what my mother likes becomes impossible.
Whether you like it or not, 30 years 10 years is a repetition of a mother's love for her beloved daughter!
Love lies composition 9 adults often use "sincerity, heaven; As the saying goes, "Honesty teaches us not to lie". But they have been lying to us children.
On this day, I came home from school and was suddenly dragged to the table by a fragrance.
"Come on, let hungry? Eat quickly, this is a very fresh deep-sea fish! " Mother said to me gently.
I looked at these delicious dishes and my mouth watered. I quickly pulled open the chair and sat down, picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, stuffed it into my mouth and tasted it with relish-it was delicious!
I found that my mother only cares about eating and doesn't touch these dishes at all. I asked my mother curiously, "Why don't you eat fish?"
"I don't like fish. You eat! " Mom smiled and said to me.
I wonder why my mother doesn't like such delicious braised fish. I'm hungry, so I have to continue to gobble.
After dinner, I finished a lot of homework and walked out of the room tired. I suddenly opened my mouth in surprise-my mother was eating the remaining fish carefully.
"Mom, didn't you say you don't like fish?" I'm confused.
"Silly boy, who doesn't like to eat good food!"
My mother gave me a friendly smile.
Suddenly, a sweet sense of happiness welled up in my heart.
Maybe this is the lie of love!
Love lies composition 10 My mother is thirty-eight years old. She has short hair and is a little fat, but she is generous and never cares about others. Mother's weakness is lying.
When I was a child, I heard my parents say, "Don't lie, or you will be eaten by wolves." I believe you have heard of it. What puzzles me is that my mother loves to lie, and there are so many, but she has not been eaten by wolves.
In life, my mother cares about my health. Whatever I like to eat, those nutritious foods, no matter how expensive, she always buys me. To my surprise, she doesn't like anything I like to eat. That time, my mother made sweet and sour pork ribs, and I loved them. I quickly filled the rice, so I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth for fear that someone would rob me. "Slow down, or you will suffocate." My mother was worried that a large plate of sweet and sour pork ribs had been "swept" by me. Just as I was about to eat the last piece, I found my mother looking at me with a very gratified expression on her face. "Mom, do you want to eat?" I asked, "no, mom doesn't like it." Mom said, to be honest, I really wanted to eat at that time. After listening to my mother's words, I ate the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.
Just as I was gargling, I found my mother eating my leftovers. I know my mother has been lying, and I also understand why my mother will not be eaten by wolves, because it is a lie of love. Mom, I love you and thank you for everything you have done and paid for me in the past eleven years.