There is a love in my life, which keeps me cool when it is hot and warm when it is cold. There is a kind of love that guides me when I am confused and confuses me when I am confused. There is a kind of love ... she is still the greatest, most selfless and noblest love in the world, and she can't get rid of it no matter where I go. That is maternal love-maternal love!
In spring, I accidentally got sick. My mother would take me to the hospital, see me, take me medicine, and cook and wash clothes for me at home as soon as possible, but she never cried bitterness or tiredness. My mother's love is like that honey. In hot summer, my mother always gets up early, moves the cot to the yard, and then carries me to the bed, so that I can have a better rest in the natural coolness. If there are mosquitoes or bugs, she still holds a fan to repel mosquitoes, and the sweat doesn't stop until my clothes are wet. Until I woke up, my mother's love was like the breeze. In the fruitful autumn, no matter how expensive the fruit is, I can always eat fresh fruit from all over the world. These fruits are always washed by my mother after she sells them from the market and put in a place where I can see them at a glance. My maternal love is more like that sweet juice. In the cold winter, whenever it rains and snows, my mother will hold an umbrella and always cover me completely. The rain and snow mercilessly wet half of my mother's clothes, but my mother didn't seem to feel herself for me. Mother's love is like a ray of sunshine in that winter.
When I encounter difficulties in school life, my mother helps me, and when I fail in my study, my mother encourages me. Mom's love can be seen everywhere. This is the greatest love in the world-maternal love. Here I really want to say to my mother: "I love you, mom!" " Mom, you have worked hard! "
In this world, everyone does not lack love, as long as there is a pair of eyes that can find love, in fact, love is around us. This kind of love comes from parents' love, from teachers' strict love and from social care. ...
In my family, love is everywhere: someone helps me wash my dirty clothes; Made a delicious breakfast for me; Someone took my schoolbag for me; I took a broken umbrella in the rain ... this person is my mother. I am thirsty, and someone gives me hot milk; Someone cheered me up when I was discouraged; Someone wiped my tears when I was wronged; When I am happy, someone can share with me ... this person is my father. Every day, I enjoy love from my parents.
In school, the teacher's love is reflected in the teaching of our study and the guidance of our growth path. Day after day, year after year, the three-foot platform is the teacher's inculcation to lead us forward in the ocean of knowledge, and sometimes it illuminates the bumpy road in our study. Sometimes let us open the window of the soul; Sometimes it will give us spiritual support; Sometimes it gives us endless encouragement; Sometimes we worry about our failure. We will redouble our efforts to repay the teacher's concern.
Love is like sunshine, air and water around us, everywhere! Let's work together to make the world full of love!
This is a true story that happened in Japan. The hero of the story is a young mother and her little son.
That afternoon, the mother settled her sleeping son and went out with a basket. About half an hour later, my mother turned a corner and appeared next to her building. Habitually, she took a look at her balcony first. Don't want to know this one eye, she immediately turned pale-the son who just left is lying on the edge of the balcony without guardrail, patting two little hands to play!
"Go back!" The young mother cried and screamed.
Hearing the familiar mother's voice, the child stopped moving, raised his little head and shouted at his mother. Then, he jumped on his mother like a normal child. Who knows that after the mother's thunderous cry, everything was calm, but the shocking "plop" sound never came for a long time. When people opened their eyes anxiously, the mother caught her son.
Amazing people quickly gathered around, and it took the mother who almost lost her son a long time to recover from dementia. She hugged the child tightly and burst into tears.
In the next few days, countless reporters asked her to do it again, but she didn't want to live or die, because only real people could show it, of course she didn't, because they wanted her son to do the experiment again.
Maternal love is so great, let's cherish this little bit of maternal love!
Today is the Lantern Festival, and people inside and outside the city are celebrating the Lantern Festival, because people say that this year's Lantern Festival is over!
Lantern Festival! This is a traditional festival handed down by our ancestors to this day! There is a very traditional custom. On the Lantern Festival, people will watch lanterns, solve riddles on the lanterns and set off fireworks. My mind will naturally not be on these things!
Today, I looked forward to the dumplings all day, and finally I ate them after the Lantern Festival in the evening.
I hit a bowl of glutinous rice balls, added one with chopsticks and took a bite. The sweetness of glutinous rice balls floated into my mouth.
Suddenly, in my mind, a picture appeared. A man is carrying a little girl and holding a small schoolbag in his hand. He took the little girl to the place where jiaozi was sold, asked for a bowl of jiaozi and watched the little girl eat it. The man smiled.
The man in the photo is my father and the little girl is me. At that time, taking me to eat glutinous rice balls every day became a compulsory course for my father.
I cried when I thought about it.
Dad's love for me can be said to be coquetry.
Dad never hits me or scolds me. When I was in primary school, I was sent every day. What he did went far beyond what a father should do.
This is something I can't repay as a daughter.
Slowly, I stopped crying. These are tears of happiness. I savored the dumplings carefully, which had a delicate sweetness, and more was a father's deep love for his daughter.
Love is a warm spring, a strict requirement, a warm encouragement, and ... In my eyes, my parents' love for me is a serious expression and a warm encouragement.
When I am happy, my mother gives me a bright smile; When I was lost, my father comforted me; My parents gave me tolerance when I did something wrong. ...
I remember another exam, and I failed because of carelessness. I came home despondently. "Come back, did the exam results come out?" How was the exam? "Dad asked. I took the test paper out of my schoolbag, lowered my head, and my face was burning. I think: My parents must be very angry because I was careless and didn't do well in the exam. After reading the examination paper, my parents asked me to take a pencil and instructed me to correct all my mistakes. After the change, my father said to me, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. Be careful next time! " "I smiled and nodded.
Another time, I lied to my parents, who were not at home that day. Television is like a powerful magnet, which attracts me deeply. So watch TV for a while and do your homework later. Just as I was reading it with relish, my parents pushed the door and came in. "Have you finished your homework?" Dad asked. "I am ... done." ..... when they knew I was lying, they were very angry. "Why don't you admit your mistake?" Dad said with a straight face. I don't make any noise, and my heart is heavy. "Integrity is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. If you do something wrong and take the initiative to admit it, that is a good boy. " Mom said earnestly.
I was deeply impressed by my parents' enthusiastic encouragement and serious expression. Mom and dad love me, and I love mom and dad.
Motherly love is like a gentle sunshine, warming the child's body, and like a candle, sacrificing oneself and illuminating the child. 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, and I was involuntarily afraid. I think my mother didn't come for a long time, so she kept muttering. "Tick-tock, tick-tock, hoo-hoo ..." The cold rain still carries the bitter north wind. I'm wearing clothes like a quilt, and I'm still shivering. Through the window, I saw some parents who came to pick up the students. Their umbrellas were blown over by the wind. The north wind blew so hard that the windows snapped shut. The clock is ticking, ticking, and I am involuntarily afraid and nervous 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 figure, my heavy heart stone was put down. "Put it on, let's go home! Be careful not to catch cold. " It is this simple and gentle sentence that warms my heart. But later I learned that my mother should be on duty in the factory, so she came to pick me up late.
Outside the school gate, it was raining, and my mother gave me her only umbrella. I had put on my raincoat, so I gave it to my mother, who refused and forced me to put it on. After several rounds of pushing, my mother still won ... I watched her figure carry me away, and I 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.
A mother's love is as sweet as sugar and as wide as the sea. However, in my memory, maternal love is very harsh.
As long as I can remember, I have a bad impression of my mother. In my impression, my mother is not as kind and kind as others say, and her smile is beautiful. But like a hungry wolf, hateful, hateful, with a straight face all day.
Since I can do things, my mother has forced me to do things by myself all day, cleaning the room, washing clothes and going to and from school. Cooking is all done by yourself. Not only that, I didn't meet her requirements, but also scolded me and told me to do it again, saying it was for my own good, which puzzled me.
I didn't understand my mother's good intentions until I knew about military training.
In that military training, I fully demonstrated my "talent".
Early in the morning, as soon as the wake-up whistle fell, I quickly got dressed and folded the quilt. I folded the quilt into a' tofu block' according to the method of folding the quilt at home, and then went to wash my face and brush my teeth. I became a star on the first day, and my tutor asked all the students to learn from me. Back in the dormitory, countless questions flooded me. Someone asked me how to fold the quilt, someone asked me how to align the buttons, and I taught them all.
So, I became a military training star.
Standing on the podium, I thought, why am I better than others? Because my mother is very strict with me!
There are thousands of kinds of love, and strictness is also a kind of love.
In life, everyone has received different kinds of love. What I want to say is my mother's love.
When I am at home, my mother always asks me about my study, but I always feel that my mother is very annoyed. Sometimes I blurt out a word: "annoying". You are very unhappy, and you walk away from me quietly. But after a while, you forgot everything and asked me again. At this time, I regretted it. My mother advised me to understand that you really care about me. It was your nagging that taught me to write and draw, and made my homework fast and good. It is your nagging that makes me learn tolerance, appreciation and understanding; I remember when I first entered my study career, my academic performance was not stable, and my mother would not scold me. You will say to me: "You should take the wrong questions seriously, don't copy them, grades are not the most important thing, but you should slowly understand the knowledge points in the questions and turn them into your own skills, and lay a good foundation for knowledge over time." It was my mother's teaching that taught me the most basic learning method: never give up. I remember Dante once said: There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother. Motherly love is one of the most selfless feelings. It falls on our hearts like a drizzle in spring, although it silently moistens the seedlings of life. I deeply realize that everything my mother says and does is for my own good, and I thank my mother for her love. I also deeply understand Dante's heartfelt confession of maternal love.
It was my mother's nagging that made me realize my mother's sincere feelings and care. I love mom!
A mother's love is like a ship, carrying us to the sea. Motherly love is like a boat. Dashan has always accompanied me to become strong, and my body and mind have nurtured my growth. Mother's love, like a lamp, illuminates my way forward.
Once I was doing my homework, my mother suddenly said, "I'm tired. I'll go to bed first." I thought to myself, my mother never goes to bed earlier than me. Why did she let me do my homework today? My mother went to bed, and I said, "All right." I have been complaining about my mother, and I feel that my mother has left me alone. After finishing my homework, I lie prone on the bed. I can't sleep because of this. My mother wouldn't do that. I put on my shoes and went to my mother's room. My mother fell asleep. I seem to have been thinking. I slept on the bed for a while. I heard footsteps. I'll pretend to sleep right away. My mother tucked me in, and my mother was tired. Out of my house, my mother called out, "Mom." Mother turned around and said, "Why haven't you slept yet?" "I can't sleep," I said. "Mom, what are you doing in my room?"
"I have nothing to do. You like to quilt at night. I will come to see you every night. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, "my mother said with a smile. "I have nothing to do, so I went out first."
My tears stayed. My mother is an indispensable part of everyone. I sincerely said to my mother, "Mom, I love you".
Writing on the topic of love 10 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the body of a wayward boy ..." This poem praises the mother's deep love for her children. Whenever my classmates read this poem, I will think of my mother's unique love for me. ...
I remember when I was six or seven years old, it was a winter, and my mother bought me a New Pants, but because it was very cold, I couldn't put it on, so I longed for it. After a few days, I couldn't help it anymore. I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to wear those pants." Mother shouted firmly, "No, it's cold today. What should I do if arthritis comes out? " I said unhappily, "It's not your legs that are frozen. Can you care? " My mother was a little angry and shouted at me, "Get dressed quickly, or I'll hit you later!" " "I boldly answered my mother," I'll wear it today. "My mother came up to me angrily, kicked my leg and scratched my arm. I cried so much that my mother couldn't help it anymore, but she began to cry. ...
When I grew up, I felt very sorry for my mother when I remembered it again. Isn't my mother doing this for my own good? I was ungrateful, talked back to her and said such outrageous things-"It's not your leg that's frozen. Can you care? " I think my mother's heart must be hurting after I finish this sentence. She must be calling me a baiwenhang, and she will be very sad. I feel sorry for my mother.
There are many ways to love, not necessarily just praise, praise ... but also criticism, scolding and even beating, all of which have the same starting point, that is love, so we should cherish this unique love!
Composition on the topic of love 1 1 Love is like moonlight, and maternal love is like moonlight to nourish my growth.
The middle school entrance examination is coming soon, and there is a lot of pressure. Teachers will also assign a lot of homework, which can't be finished before 10. I feel particularly bored these days.
I just walked home from a dead school that day. Along the way, I met several children with smiles on their faces and playing games happily. They remind me of when I was a child, I was as carefree as they were and had no trouble with my homework. I unconsciously buried a shadow in my heart.
When I got home, my mother quickly called me to sit down, helped me unload my heavy schoolbag, served plates of steaming food, and took the steamed milk out of the pot cover, wrapped it in a towel and served it to me, saying, "Drink up, it's time to grow up like you." I drank milk while eating vegetables, and didn't even say thank you to my mother. After dinner, when I was trying to do my homework in the study, my mother handed me a big piece of delicious bread and tea. She always stayed with me until I finished my homework.
/kloc-I didn't go to bed until 0/2, and I didn't seem to be able to sleep. At this time, my mother opened the door carefully and walked into my room carefully. Seeing my neck stiff, I put my head back on the pillow. Helped me manage the quilt again, turned around and left. Look at me again before you go out and close the door. For the first time, I felt how deeply rooted my mother's back was, and a warm current came to my mind.
Outside the window, a grass grows slowly bathed in moonlight.
Love is the power of friendship and selfless dedication. Let's all turn our limited love into selfless dedication.
Love is an invisible force that can make people happy, happy and happy. Love is a key that can warm your closed heart and open your heart. Love is the warm sunshine that shines on Kyushu, and it also shines on you. I, love is a drop of water, which makes you sleepy and thirsty. Love is the dawn of hope, let us clearly distinguish the future road.
Love is selfless dedication. I remember in July, on a stormy night, I took a thermometer that had started to get hot. My mother took it out at 39 degrees and immediately prepared something to take me to the hospital. When I went to the hospital for an intravenous drip, the situation was stable, but I couldn't get it back, so my mother took me away all night. The next day, my mother didn't go to work and took care of me at home, fearing that my fever would not go down. I stayed with me for another day, thinking that I was not in good health, so I cooked porridge for me carefully. My mother's love is selfless.
Love is caring. Grandma has been particularly concerned about me and hurt me since I was a child. Every time she has something good, she gives it to me first, and then she gives it to me. When I was scolded by my parents, she immediately stood up and spoke for me. My grandmother cares so much about me and loves me.
In my life, there are parents' eager love, mother's kind love and uncle's forbearing love.
With these warm love, these special love, these love will be my life's help.
Writing on the topic of love 13 We are born to be the crystallization of our parents' love. Love is so far away, but I can't hear it in my ear. In front of you, but you can't see; You can't catch it in your hand.
It was one night, and I was trying to do my homework that I could never finish. After doing it for a while, the eyelids began to fight. I came across the word "love" in the dim light. I am very confused and ignorant about this word. I have never asked myself again and again. Have I ever had love around me? I never got the answer. I fell into a long-lost dreamland, looking for love in my heart.
When I woke up, I was lying in my familiar crib, the ceiling was still so high, the room was still so messy, and the sky outside the window was still so blue, and the birds were singing happily in the tree, as if to say "good morning". "Knock, knock ..." The door was knocked. Before I could answer, a man with a slight wrinkle on his forehead came in. Seeing me half lying down, my father quickly put down the washbasin and looked for something on me. I looked at my father in surprise. His nails are bent because of work, and his skin looks darker. Suddenly I found that my father's wrinkles were deeper. I just know that it was my father who put me to bed and helped me take off my clothes and socks. Now it's dad who brings me a basin of water.
It suddenly dawned on me. Is this love? Too common. Being so close to me, I found that love is all manifested in ordinary little things, maybe it is the warm call of my father, maybe it is to send you a cup of hot water when you are tired, maybe …
Parents' love has nothing in return, only to study hard, go out of the countryside, achieve great things, and let parents live the happiest old age, parents.
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I love you!
I remember it was when I was three and a half years old. On a sunny afternoon, just after dinner, my parents and I went for a walk on the path.
As if I had never seen such gorgeous flowers, I squatted down and smelled them; It seems that I have never seen such a lovely puppy. I ran with it ... Soon after I left, I saw a beautiful butterfly flying. I couldn't help but break away from my mother's hand and chase it! But who knows, it was so naughty that it brought me into the weeds.
In a flash, I fell in the weeds. I'm dizzy, dizzy. Only vaguely see the white leg was scratched a deep wound, bright red blood flow out. I cried with a "wow ~", and the tears flowed to the wound, which hurt like a knife.
Mom saw it and ran over at once.
"Girl, what's the matter with you? It's all your father's fault. Why not look at you? "
"What's wrong with me!" Dad argued. "Forget it, look where my niece is hurt!"
Mom and dad quickly picked me up and looked at my wound. "ah! So much blood. " Dad broke out in a cold sweat. "Hurry to the hospital!" Mom said in a hurry. They called, the ambulance came, and it was getting dark.
I came to the emergency room of the hospital. After listening to my mother, I froze. After the nurse sister cleaned the wound, rubbed the medicine and bandaged it, my parents' hanging hearts fell down. The two of them held me alternately and walked home. Dad said it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and I was so touched.
Mom and dad's love is selfless and great. They can do anything for us. Don't doubt their love, go home and see more! Here, I wish all parents in the world health, happiness, happiness and longevity.
Some people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Yes, everyone has a mother, and everyone has received that sweet maternal love. What I want to say is that my class teacher, Miss Liu, cares for her classmates in every possible way.
Teacher Liu works very seriously and responsibly. She comes to the classroom early every morning and organizes our morning reading and morning exercises. Usually she doesn't talk a lot in every class like other teachers. She attaches great importance to cultivating our self-study ability. Each class only focuses on the key parts of the text and incomprehensible speeches, and the rest of the time leads us to analyze, understand and complete the exercises ourselves. We can ask questions that we can't understand in class in time and discuss them together, which makes our Chinese level improve obviously.
Teacher Liu is not only serious and responsible in her work, but also cares about every student in her life. Recently, a classmate in the class was ill. Despite his busy work and fatigue, Mr. Zhu went all the way to the hospital to visit him. Without too many words, he made the classmate feel that the teacher cared more about him than about his mother.
Time goes by, but the same thing happens every day: Teacher Liu is happy for our achievements and anxious for our mistakes. That incident made me deeply feel that Mr. Zhu is a good teacher with a serious face and a caring heart for children, which can't help but make me have infinite love for this hardworking gardener.