Love-themed composition 600 words 1 "Hello, Mom, are you coming today?" I am very happy after getting a positive answer from my mother. At this time, I live outside the school. I just called my mother and I'm looking forward to her arrival. Because I haven't seen her for weeks.
After class, I ran to my apartment. But what I saw was my mother's glaring eyes. Before I came to my senses, my mother pointed at me and said, "Look, it's not like a place where people live, it's like a kennel." It turns out that I got up late this morning, didn't have time to fold the quilt, closed it, and didn't sweep the garbage in the room. I was full of grievances, but I didn't speak.
However, today, she seemed to have eaten gunpowder and kept cursing. I couldn't stand it, so I scolded her a few words: "Didn't you sweep the floor?" I hope you can handle it ... "As soon as I said this, I regretted it and bowed my head. Unexpectedly, she closed the door and went out.
I know she is going home, but I can clearly see the tears in her eyes. I regret it very much and have been blaming myself. But I was angry to see her leave like this. It is because of such a trivial matter that she left me alone.
At this point, the weather has turned cold, and I only brought summer clothes. Helpless, I can only curl up in bed, and my eyes are full of longing-longing for my mother's arrival, so I get angry at the thought. At this time, although I was holding the quilt, I was also moved by the cold, so I had to lean in the corner to prevent myself from losing heat too quickly.
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. "Who could it be?" I thought to myself, so I got out of bed reluctantly and opened the door.
It turned out to be my mother, so I immediately ran to the bed and ignored her. Although I felt a little guilty, my mother took out her clothes from the bag she brought and said, "My child, it's freezing!" " Get dressed! "I slowly took the clothes. Suddenly, a chill made me tremble. It was my mother's hand. Seeing my mother's cold hands, I lost my breath. I shouldn't talk back to you, I said with tears in my eyes
The Spring Festival is the happiest and most important day for me. Because there is a program "New Year's Eve" in the Spring Festival, which witnessed the "reunion" of our family.
At the dinner table, there are my mother, two sisters, my brother and my father who came home from hard work. We all finished our meal talking and laughing.
After the reunion dinner, we took my father to the room to watch TV, and my mother cleaned up. As soon as I turned on the HDTV, I saw my father's most familiar program on Ya Dan Avenue of Stars. Later, my father gave us a deep bow. "The fake version of the Avenue of Stars began." Do you know what is the most painful thing in life? "Chen said in a provocative tone. Is that people are alive and money is gone. As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Shenyang had an orchid finger in his right hand and a handkerchief in his left hand and said tenderly, "Do you know what is the most painful thing in life? That is, people die and the money is not spent. You mean all the people here, right? Hey! " At the moment, several of us burst into laughter on the bed and sofa.
Then, my father performed cross talk and dance for us ... and finally ended up in a "oh yeah" posture.
Unfortunately, happy times are always so short. After midnight, like Cinderella, I had a dream before midnight and then disappeared. The next day, it is a new year, my father will step into the storm again, and I will start another fortune in my life.
Time flies, time passes. When I grew up and came home from school, I saw an amazing scene: messy clothes were washed and neatly stacked in the closet, home
The land in the temple is spotless [Note: It turns out that when Buddhists practice, they exclude material desires and keep their hearts clean. Now it refers to being completely free from bad habits and bad atmosphere. It is also used to describe very clean. ], the dishes on the table are rich and delicious, and even more strangely, there is my favorite snake root, which reminds me of my father.
At this time, there was heavy footsteps at the entrance of the building. I rubbed my eyes and saw that it was my father. Our eyes are opposite to each other to convey endless words.
Since then, my life has been like today. My father arranged everything for me early and created a good learning environment for me. Unconsciously, I found that my father's love for me was "meticulous".
One afternoon a day, write 600 words on the theme of love. The sun shines warmly through the glass. I opened my composition book and gently wrote two words on it-Dad. I left the composition book at home after it was handed out.
On the same afternoon, my father opened my composition book, and he glanced through it quickly. Suddenly, my father's eyes were fixed on the article called "Father". He sat down and looked at it carefully with his notebook. The autumn sunshine showered on him without reservation. Suddenly I found that my father's black hair was missing a few silver threads. I feel very uncomfortable. Although my father's waist is still straight, the deep wrinkles on his forehead reveal the passage of time, and the silver light in his black hair shows his father's hard work.
I was about to say something when suddenly a wonderful light flashed in my father's eyes. Then he stood up and said, I'm finished. An uncontrollable smile appeared on his usual serious face. He walked out of the study and into the living room. A few rays of sunshine came and gave him a golden silhouette. He picked up my composition book again and read it. Father's eyes once again radiate golden light brighter than the sun.
Great mom and dad! You have worked hard! I love you! Thank you! (Mom and Dad are the greatest people in the world) _300 words
There is a kind of love in the world, she is selfless, and that is: maternal love! One kind of people is great, and that is our parents. Everything they do for us, they never want us to return. They patiently guide us in the direction of progress, let us embark on the right path and open up a new world of our own; They have been taking care of us, making us grow up happily and enjoy life. It is also for this reason that they have struggled for us for many years and have never considered for themselves. It's all for their children. My parents, so are they. Now that you have children, you have a heavy responsibility. No matter what you do, you must have a point of view: think of the children. Good things are reserved for children, but they … they are better for our life than they are. They really tried their best and paid a lot for us! My parents' love is higher than the mountain and as deep as the sea ... Mom and Dad, I really want to say to you: You have worked hard for me! Thank you! I love you-my dear parents!
There are many things in the world. When you give them to others, you often get less and less, while one thing gets more and more. You may be surprised to ask, "What is that?" "That is love!" Whether it is the love of parents or the love of teachers for students. ...
I believe that each of us has been wandering in love! Love is not taking, exchanging or investing, but as long as we give, the world will be full of the fragrance of love.
Students, our birth is accompanied by the careful care of medical staff, the pain of mother and the anxiety of father; Our growth is accompanied by teachers' earnest hope and classmates' enthusiastic encouragement. This society has nurtured us like a sacred mission, from babbling children to enthusiastic teenagers step by step, and we have received a lot of love from society.
Love should be reflected in all aspects of our lives.
Students! We are also members of society. Have you ever thought about helping your classmate when he falls down and is laughed at by others? Have you ever thought about giving generously when beggars in rags are driven away in the street? When you see the old man's body shaking from side to side with the car on the bus while others are still laughing, have you ever thought about giving up your seat? Have you ever thought about helping your classmates regain their confidence when their grades are declining and they are looked down upon? ……
If we can put the above little things into action, then our life will become more substantial, our life will be full of sunshine, and our tomorrow will be full of hope! Now our duty is to study hard, so that we will not live up to the expectations of society in the future. However, whether we are rich or poor, let's separate our love, warm things that can be warmed, take to the streets, integrate into life, publicize our "love" and help each other in real life. Let's all extend the hand of friendship, give love, let the glory of love shine on the earth, and make the world an eternal spring!
Motherly love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth. Mother is not a person to rely on, but a person who makes dependence unnecessary.
With maternal love, human beings will move from barbarism to prosperous civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
My mother's meticulous care for me, my naughty childhood, the hardships of our growth, our inherent weaknesses, our unique talents ... the most detailed files of our childhood, our records of every failure and success are stored in my mother's quiet eyes.
Mother is in the eyes of the world.
Mom is the first person in the world who knows us. When do we grow our first teeth, when do we say our first words, when do we fall and stop crying, and when do we hold our heads up proudly. The past is like an old negative that has never been happy in a long article, clearly stored in the mother's mind. Although it is dim, we are looking forward to amplifying it.
Every penny of the pocket money our mother gave us was earned by hard work and sweat. I often dream about my mother in my dreams. That night, I dreamed of my mother again. She is knitting me a sweater. My mother holds a sweater needle and wool in her hand and keeps knitting needle after needle. Bright lights shone on her shiny hair, rough hands and the sweater she was knitting. However, the bright light did not shine on her bright heart, and suddenly her mother turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared. "Bang, bang, bang" alarm clock rang, and I suddenly woke up, suddenly thinking of a poem: "The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward child's body." . She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. I got up. I went into my mother's bedroom, but she wasn't there. I went to the kitchen, and my mother was not there. However, my mother had prepared breakfast before she left. Only then did I know my mother's love for me. Mother's love for me is like a sachet, which brings us blessings. My mother's love for me is like a fire ... at this moment, I shed sad tears. I know, man. I can't stop bleeding.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter, a wandering yearning, and a child's ardent expectation; Motherly love is a great power!
The sky was dark ... suddenly a light lit up the earth, oh! So it's cupid.
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My sky is dark.
From birth to now, after countless storms, my heart is still so fragile.
Last exam, I failed again. I am so fragile that my heart is about to break. When I saw a red fork on the test paper, it stuck in my heart like a steel fork, and my heart was bleeding. The questions that are always wrong because of carelessness are so dazzling! Am I stupid? Why is it always so sloppy? When can I change it? I repeatedly asked myself, I really want to slap myself and remember this lesson firmly, but I don't have the courage. ...
When I got home, I hid in my room and burst into tears, resenting why I was always so careless, depressed and sad ... My heart was broken and scattered all over the floor like glass, as if my soul had fallen into an abyss without light and hope, but I wanted to escape, but I couldn't ... My sky was so dark and I was so helpless!
Love lights up my sky.
"Knock, knock," I was crying sadly when I heard a quick knock at the door. I am too weak to open the door. "What's the matter? Why are you crying? " My mother's familiar and warm voice made me more sad and ashamed to face my parents. "Quick, quick open the door! Have something to say, don't cry! " Mother asked eagerly, and I opened the door gently. "Mom!" I am sad. "I failed the exam again." Tears fall from time to time like broken pearls. "It's nothing. Don't cry. Just do well in the next exam. " "But I failed every time." "Nothing, try to catch up, get up where you fall, and you will do well in the exam next time. Come on! Dry your tears, drink a glass of milk to warm yourself up, and don't catch a cold. " Mom said and dried my tears. My heart trembled, and a warm current came into being! No, it's a powerful driving force. I must work harder and try my best to catch up. What's the use of being sad? Try to catch up! Winners don't believe in tears. Try to catch up from now on!
Drink milk, so sweet! The spice of love melted in it, and when I drank it into my stomach, my heart was suddenly enlightened and the torch of hope was lit. ...
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The love of God came and lit up the sealed treasure chest hall. The sky in my heart is bright, bright! I have infinite power to move forward, move forward! Oh! Originally, this is the charm of love! The magic of love
A composition with the theme of love, 600 words and 7 words, vaguely remembers Zhou Mengdie's poem: "Who is the man with a mirror in his heart?" Who will live barefoot all his life? "It should be my mother. I have a mirror in my heart. I have seen through the changes of the world and still smiled without a word. It's like coming back from the Sanmao desert to see the universe and see how human feelings are changing. It also walks gracefully in the clouds like a forest, as if the changes of mountains and rivers have nothing to do with it.
This is a bit like my mother. My mother is isolated from the world and is an extremely ordinary person. But sometimes, my mother shows a wonderful night sky. Being by her side is like standing by the window when the moon is white and the wind is clear and the stars are like day. It is very quiet and reassuring.
I am very grateful to my mother. Although we seldom calm down and talk to each other, and she won't tell me those big words, my mother has a great influence on me. I used to like painting, but my family didn't support it. My mother stood up and said, "She can draw if she wants. How could you have no hobbies when you were a child? " In this way, I began my painting career. My mother also talked to me. She said that since she had chosen this road, she would stick to it. After that, I thought about giving up, but every time I thought about her words, I persisted.
After that, I also encountered many setbacks. After countless falls and failures, my mother has been encouraging me, so I stood up and moved on countless times. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. And I am fearless on the way forward, because I know that there is the most solid thick shield behind me-mother.
Motherly love is an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely and depressed, a glance is full of brilliance. Motherly love is the North Star at night. We once ignored its existence. When we look up slightly without knowing the direction, it will guide us to take firm steps. Motherly love is a harbor in the voyage. When we encounter a storm or hit the rocks, there are no big winds and waves here. We can stay here for a while, mend the wound, prepare supplies and prepare for the next voyage.
Flowers bloom in spring, cicadas in summer, leaves fall in autumn and snow in winter. Learn to appreciate the beauty of nature in the changing seasons. The face of childhood smiled, the footsteps of youth were steady, the heart of middle age was calm, and the old age turned white. Know how to cherish the beauty of life in the changes of years.
Childhood in spring
-Baihua opens his eyes.
This is a light rain. It is said that "good rain knows the season." Yes, a rain last night awakened the whole city from the long winter. Moistening things quietly, swallows holding mud, willows spinning, flowers and bones on the tree showing looming cheeks, and hiding half a face behind her guitar from us.
Looking at the scenery of Langrun, the baby cried and gestured happily, so uncomfortable! Baby's smiling face, like a bud in early spring, is bright and innocent, like a smile of flowers blooming.
Summer youth
-countless trees reflect the sky.
The spring breeze blew away gently, taking away the delicate flowers and leaving the shade. The cicadas are singing happily in the branches, and the frogs are jumping in the water. Lotus is like a blushing girl, standing among layers of leaves. Breeze blowing, twisting the beautiful posture, swaying the beautiful dance.
The baby of the past has grown into a beautiful girl, and her footsteps have become different from those of the past, light and cheerful. The long waterfall hair fluttered gently in the breeze. The sunshine cast a little smile on the ground through the cracks in the leaves, and the girl raised her mouth slightly and walked lightly.
Autumn middle age
-Covered with yellow leaves
After bidding farewell to the hot summer, people took off their light summer clothes and put on bright autumn clothes. Time waits for no one, and yellow leaves turn around in the air and slowly fall like butterflies. A few geese flew by, and a few hisses resounded through the sky.
The elegance of the past gradually faded, and the hair was mixed with a dazzling white. The life of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is no longer, and daily necessities have become the focus of life. When people reach middle age, there are endless housework in their lives. No matter how much they pay for their husbands and children, they are still happy. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more," she sang silently in her heart.
Winter dusk
Snow fell on the eaves.
I don't know when white replaced yellow. This is a quiet and peaceful world. There are no birds singing in the branches in the morning, no squirrels playing on the ground and no fish searching in the water, but the whole world is in a clean and peaceful state.