Love is tolerance, not indulgence,
Love is caring, not love,
Love is mutual blending, not unrequited love,
Love has a hundred flavors, but not all of them are sweet. ...
Love is the mutual agreement of the hearts of people who love each other.
Love is silent dedication to make each other's lives better.
Love is to cherish when you can love,
Love is letting go when you can't love.
Love is a kind of heartfelt care and care. There is no flowery rhetoric or grandstanding, but you can feel everything you say and do. So plain and firm ~ ~
Love is the rain in spring. The place moistened by love always seems to be full of vitality. Every weed is charming and moving, and every sapling is slim and graceful.
Love is autumn wind. When love is gone, like a sandstorm blowing through Yuan Ye, everything is yellow, leaving only bleak and desolate, and desolation everywhere.
Love is a floating cloud, floating forever, free to come and go, unpredictable. One moment, the sky will be decorated with colorful clear skies, and the next moment, dark clouds will overwhelm the city and wind and rain will cover the building.
Love is wine made of alcohol. In a bottle, it is crystal clear, colorful and pleasing to the eye. Pour into the cup, the fragrance is mellow, radiant and exciting. When you drink it in your mouth, the wine covers up all the illusory brilliance, leaving behind the astringent truth.
Love is a walking ship, bearing the life and happiness of every passenger. This knife cuts bread and fingers. The ship moves, the river moves, the river moves, and the ship does not necessarily move.
Love means that men and women understand each other, respect each other, help each other, care about each other, learn from each other's strengths and comfort each other.
I hope I can help you! ~~O(∩_∩)O
Motherly love is _ _ _ _. (The more, the better) (Example: Motherly love is the warm sunshine) Motherly love is the source of strength.
What is love? Love is a matter of life and death. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Love is looking for him in the crowd, and suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light.
Love was once an ocean of water, and it will always be amber.
Love is caring for each other without words, only a thousand tears (sad, ha)
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Love is? Love is trouble, love is boring, what is love? Love-bittersweet. Love-make a person dislike himself.
Make sentences, rhyme love is XX, love is XX. The more, the better. XX stands for two words. If it's good, add points, go online, etc. , speed! Love is tolerant, love is selfless, love is dedication, love is understanding, love is tolerance, love is persistence, love is appreciation, love is longing, love is romance, love is missing, and love is the purest emotion of human beings!
what is love ? Is love a flower fragrance? Is love the sun? Love is a kind of care. Love is _ _ love is _ _ love is a helping hand in times of trouble, and love is a grateful smile in times of success.
Love is the hand that helps you in trouble.
Love is a warm flame in the dark.
Love is gentle comfort when you are emotional.
Love is the warm sun in the cold winter.
Love is the sadness of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears, but being speechless and choking"
what is love ? Is love a flower fragrance? Is love the sun? Love is (_), (_), (_). Love is spring, love is a flower in bud, and love is the warmth and fragrance of home.
What is fatherly love? What is maternal love? How to write four poems? It was raining outside the window, falling in the pond, and it seemed to fall in the lake of my heart. Gently, gently, my thoughts are slowly rippling. ...
It was sunny at first, but it suddenly changed in the afternoon. Dark clouds came from all directions, covering the sun and clouds, and the sky became gray. The sky is getting darker and darker, and the mood is getting heavier and heavier.
After school, I walked slowly, looked around and waited anxiously. After a while, no one came to pick it up at home. Just as I was about to rush home, I saw the familiar figure submerged in the crowd. He is not tall, holding a patterned umbrella, struggling to stand on tiptoe to look in, searching, being squeezed several times and almost falling down. Seeing me, he subconsciously waved and his mouth smiled instantly. I paused, just standing.
I saw him struggling through the crowd towards me. Touching my slightly wet hair, I quickly took out a dry towel to wipe it for me, and at the same time held my umbrella in my hand and said, "Hold on, don't catch a cold." I was about to speak when he came up behind me, grabbed my schoolbag and carried it on my back. My heart trembled slightly when I watched his skillful movements.
He walked in front with his bag on his back, and I followed with an umbrella. There is no communication, only the rustle of rain. I looked at him silently, watching his hair get wet by the rain and stick together tightly. The white hair in my ears makes my heart tremble. It turned out that he was getting old before he knew it.
Gradually, the rain fell from his head and on his shoulders, slightly wetting his back. I looked at his rickety back and suddenly remembered the situation when I was a child. At that time, his back was like my amusement park, and I often lay on it and played games with him. His straight back and broad shoulders always bring me infinite happiness. Now, his back is bent, perhaps because of busy work or heavy responsibilities, and all this, I know, is mostly because of me.
When he came to a corner, he stopped, put a handful of water on his face, and his breathing was a little short. He should be a little tired. He stood there for a while, but his eyes looked back at me. Seeing this scene, my heart is even more painful. I walked up to him, handed him my umbrella and said, "Dad, let's go together." His hand froze for a moment, then he took my umbrella, lifted his schoolbag and said with a smile, "OK, Dad will go with you." That smile is the same as when he was young.
The rain outside the window has stopped. In the bright sunshine, I seem to see my father's warm smile and feel his love. I want to praise his love.
Love is warm applause, love is friendly speech, what is love, what is love? Love is a warm hug.
Love is a sweet candy.
Love is tolerance, love is understanding, what is love? Love is selfless giving without expecting anything in return, love is a pair of warm hands in adversity, and love is an endless cycle of blooming.