Love hidden in the depths

The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you. I love you mom. Maybe I'm not good at expressing it, but I love you. Because of that dazzling bright red color. I keep this love in my heart. I remember that time, the afternoon sun was particularly warm. The warm sunshine fell through the dense leaves and turned into golden spots. My friends and I came to a poetic place. The fluffy green grass undulates with the terrain, reaching to the sky, like covering the earth with layers of thick velvet carpets. We lay on the blanket and looked at the blue sky. Listening to the crisp singing of birds, I am so happy. But good things don't last long, and more things don't last long. My friend pulled me into a bush. We didn't think anything of it at first. We were there watching every move of the little creature. Full of laughter and laughter. Time passed by minute by minute, and it was getting dark. I understand that I have to go home, but sometimes I really don’t want to. But in the end, I dragged myself home exhausted from playing. On the way home, I felt itchy and a little stinging on the back of my hand. I didn’t know what was going on. I thought it must be an insect bite. But when I got home and told my mother, she grabbed my hand and told me that I had a thorn. I was horrified after hearing this. Because what I have been afraid of since I was young is to use real skills, but this time it will be the same. I cried and made a fuss and told my mother not to pick. But she firmly disagreed. My mother used her delicate and slightly wrinkled hands to help me carefully select stitch by stitch. "Does it hurt?" Mom asked me. Each time I frowned slightly. She would ask this question. "Ah!" I heard my mother yell. It turned out that she had given up on me and ran to my mother. Mom's hand was bleeding, so I asked her not to pick it. But she didn't stop. She was still picking carefully, her expression was so focused and meticulous. I don’t know how long it took, but I had picked out all the thorns on my hands, but my mother’s hands were already covered in the dazzling blood. I can't forget that scene. Behind that dazzling red is the greatest thing in the world. Although the childhood memories have passed. But I see everything you do to me. Although I have never expressed my love to you, I have always hidden it in my heart, in the deepest part of my heart. Write a 500-word essay on the title "Love Hidden in the Deep".

"Love Hidden in the Deep"

What is hidden deepest in the heart is often the most beautiful.

The summer sun is always so dazzling and hot, and it seems to have no control over it at all. The earth was baked to a crisp, and the cicadas on the trees were shouting, so my mother and I worked hard to weed the grass under the scorching sun. Near noon, the sun becomes more and more arrogant, seems to be more and more energetic, exuding his brilliant light. It was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes, and big beads of sweat kept leaking out. In fact, I wanted to be a "deserter" for a long time. But when I looked at my mother, she seemed to need a rest more than I did. She saw that my movements were gradually slowing down, and she seemed to know what I was thinking. She said, "Hey, you go to rest under the big tree first! Mom will take care of it here." "When I heard it, I was very happy, but then I thought: The sun is so bright now, my mother must be very tired. Then he said to her: "Mom, come and have a rest too!" Mom smiled and said, "It's okay, Mom is not tired. After Mom pulls this out, we can go home." Mom was still so stubborn, and I couldn't persuade her. She sat down under the tree. I looked at my mother. For the sake of this family, my mother’s hair had long lost its luster. It had become frosty, and wrinkles had crept into the corners of my mother’s eyes. Her smiling face would eventually be unable to conceal her haggardness. My mother was sweating like rain, but she couldn't find the time to wipe them off. The sweat had already soaked my mother's back clip bit by bit. Suddenly, I saw a few drops of red liquid in the haystack that my mother had pulled out. My heart suddenly trembled. I looked for my mother's hand and found a cut on my hand. Although it wasn't deep, a lot of blood oozed out, but my mother didn't care at all and just pulled the weeds seriously.

An inexplicable sadness surged into my heart. If I looked carefully, I saw that this scar didn't seem like much. My mother's hands were covered with countless scars of various sizes. It was very conspicuous under the scorching sun, and tears were already welling up in my eyes. My mother saw me and said, "Han, what's wrong? Did sand get into my eyes?" After saying that, she came to help me blow my eyes. I turned my head, "Mom, I'm fine, you...your hand is bleeding!" "Silly daughter, it's just a small injury, it's not a problem." Seeing that I was fine, my mother got up and started pulling weeds again. Year after year, I don’t know how many times my mother endured such scenes. For us, I don’t know how many times she cut her hands and how much sweat and blood she shed. She still quietly pulled weeds without any complaints...

Walking on the long road of life, there will always be some of the most beautiful scenery imprinted in my heart. A suitable beginning for an essay on love hidden in the depths

The sky gives birds a place to fly; the sun gives us light and warmth; mountains and rivers give people the desire to climb high and see far away and a strong will; big trees give us freshness clean air and large areas of shade; parents give us meticulous care; teachers give us endless knowledge; friends give us understanding and help. "Love" is such a familiar word. Love is everywhere in life. When a child falls, a big brother immediately helps the child up. It is the love that the little brother has for the child; you have made a mistake. , the teacher criticized you, this is the teacher's love for you. Love is like a bottle of five-flavored candy, some are sour, some are sweet, some are bitter, and some are spicy. My father's love for me is hidden deep in my heart and I will never forget it. A 600-word essay on love that remains deep in memory

When growing up, there are many things that remain deep in memory. Memories are warm and beautiful. There are classmates who are dedicated to me, teachers who care about me, and parents who love me. Living in such a world is really a blessing. But what brings endless memories to me is the love my parents gave me. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. The seams are tight before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."

I used to be naive because of my parents’ tolerance and generosity; I used to be naughty because my parents wiped away my painful hands; I used to like playing in the mud because Because my parents wash the mud off my body; in this way, I live in love almost every day.

I still remember one of these times: that day, I got up early, looking at the clear sky, I couldn't help but want to go out and play. I went to find Sister Xiaoguo from my neighbor's house. When I arrived at her house, she was studying attentively. I said boredly: "Sister Xiaoguo, what's so good about reading? Why don't you play with me?" Sister Xiaoguo couldn't stand my coquettishness, so she had no choice but to agree. Sister Xiaoguo took me to play by the river. I played and played, and suddenly, I don’t know why? Maybe I slipped and fell into the river. My father happened to be passing by, and he finally pulled me up with all his strength. But Dad didn’t say anything about me or Sister Xiaoguo, he just told us to be more careful in the future.

I still remember one of the things that went like this: I finally reached school age, and I went to school very happily. Before I even walked out of the house, my mother's voice sounded: "Don't forget to bring your umbrella, it's going to rain today." I looked at the sky, it was so clear, so I cleverly escaped my mother's eyes and threw down the umbrella. School ended soon at noon, and it started to rain. I thought to myself: I should really listen to my mother. At this moment, a figure appeared in the drizzle. It was my mother. I screamed. My mother came to me, and I asked my mother curiously: "Mom, why do you only have one umbrella?" My mother said: "Oh no, I forgot to take it." On the way home, my mother almost gave me all the umbrellas to cover me...

What remains deep in my memory will always be more than this. "The child travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried." Isn't this the embodiment of father's love and mother's love? Parental love is selfless and huge.

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The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. I love you mom.

Maybe I am not good at expressing, but I love you. Because of that dazzling bright red color. I keep this love in my heart.

I remember that time, the afternoon sun was particularly warm. The warm sunshine fell through the dense leaves and turned into golden spots. My friend and I came to a poetic place. The fluffy green grass follows the rolling terrain and reaches to the sky, like a thick velvet blanket covering the earth. We lay on the blanket and looked at the blue sky. Listening to the crisp singing of birds, I am so happy.

But good things don’t last long, and too many don’t last long. My partner pulled me into a bush. We didn't think anything of it at first. We were there watching every move of the little creature. Full of laughter and laughter. Time passed by minute by minute, and it was getting dark. I understand that I have to go home, but sometimes I really don’t want to. But in the end, I dragged my body tired from playing and went home.

On the way home, I felt itchy and a little stinging on the back of my hand. I didn’t know what was going on. I thought it must be some insect bite. But when I got home and told my mother, she grabbed my hand and told me that there was a thorn in it. I was horrified after hearing this. Because what I have been afraid of since I was a child is to use real picks, but this time it will be the same. I cried and made a fuss and told my mother not to pick. But she firmly disagreed. Mom used her delicate and slightly wrinkled hands to help me carefully select stitch by stitch. "Does it hurt?" Mom asked me. Each time I frowned slightly. She would ask this question. "Ah!" I heard my mother yell. It turned out that I had given up on me and ran to my mother. Mom's hand was bleeding, so I asked her not to pick it. But she didn't stop. She was still picking carefully, her expression was so focused and meticulous. I don’t know how long it took, but I had picked out all the thorns on my hands, but my mother’s hands were already covered in the dazzling blood. I can't forget that scene.

Behind that dazzling red is the greatest thing in the world. Although the childhood memories have passed. But I see everything you do to me. Although I have never expressed my love to you, I have always hidden it in my heart, in the deepest part of my heart. There is a kind of love hidden deep in memory 800 words

There is a scene that quietly enters the mind, condenses into a picture, and keeps flashing in the place called the deep memory.

A few dark clouds floated in the clear sky, and they suddenly gathered into one. After a while, heavy raindrops began to fall in groups, and there were several times more people in front of the school than before. Haha, luckily I brought an umbrella, otherwise I would have been drowned. I got out of the crowd and walked slowly to the station.

Just as I was about to walk to the station, an old man holding a cane caught my eye. The rain hit the old man mercilessly, and the rainwater falling from his hair flowed to the old man's face. He had to stop and wipe his face from time to time.

Suddenly, the old man slipped and fell into the dirty muddy water. His crutches fell to the side and he looked around helplessly at passers-by, as if asking them for help. The old man didn't shout, he just supported the ground with his hands, trembling and tried to stand up, but every time he slipped on the wet floor tiles. He tried hard to stand up, but failed several times. This copy is a touching scene, but there is no one to help. Passers-by come and go, ignoring the old man lying in the rain. My feet slowly stretched forward and then retracted involuntarily. At this moment, the sky became darker and darker, and even the last ray of light on the horizon was swallowed up by dark clouds.

The old man tried to stand up again, but fell to the ground. At this moment, a child ran over and used an umbrella to cover the rain hitting the old man. He tried to use all his strength to pull the old man up, but he obviously didn't have enough strength. At this time, I don’t know why there was such a strong force in my heart that pushed me over.

The two of us exerted our strength, and the old man also exerted his strength, and finally the old man stood up. There was a happy smile on the old man's face.

Looking back now, I still feel a little guilty. I think that courage must have been given to me by that child.

There is a scene deep in our memory; there is a memory that makes us realize the existence of love. Composition 400 Letters Love Stays Deep in My Memory

Mother’s Love

One afternoon, I just came home from school and did my homework. Maybe I was distracted. Halfway through, I really wanted to read a book. I walked out of the room quietly: my mother was preparing lessons in the room. There was a burst of joy in my heart, and I secretly smiled evilly: Haha, she can’t control me this time! It’s time to “carnival”! I walked gently to the bookcase, quietly opened the door of the bookcase, and took the book I wanted to read most. I sat down at the desk, glanced at a few pages, and then stuffed them into the gap between the desk and the cabinet. Then, I pretended to be nonchalant and did my homework absently for a while. I looked around furtively, then quietly took out the book and read it eagerly. But I didn't know that my mother happened to come out of the study at this time and happened to see me reading in the room. She probably didn't quite believe her eyes, so she took a closer look. Now, the fox's tail can't be hidden. At first, I came up with some crappy excuses, but my mother saw through them immediately. My mother was so angry that I was as panicked as an ant on a hot pot. There is no good fruit to eat this time. I thought to myself. But my mother didn't seem to be angry, and I even felt there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Mom took the book away without saying a word. I had no choice but to bury myself in the pile of books and chew on words, but there seemed to be something in my heart that I couldn't put down. I hesitated for a moment, tore off a piece of graph paper from the back of the exercise book, wrote something hastily, and then hesitantly handed it to my mother. When my mother saw it, her frown relaxed. She also wrote something on the note and handed it to me. It turned out that I wrote a letter of guarantee, and my mother left a message underneath: "It's okay. I can't do this again." I raised my head and looked at my mother. She looked at me very kindly, and there seemed to be sparkling tears in her eyes.

The autumn wind blows. The fallen leaves sadly leave their long-lasting destination. On that refreshing golden autumn evening, my mother gave me the truest love. This incident has always shone brightly in my colorful memories.

The smile stays deep in the memory

My primary school career is about to end, and I can’t help but feel nostalgic. Countless memories come to mind, and the thing that stays in my memory the most is the smile. The teacher's smile, the classmates' laughter...

The papers were handed out. I was surprised when I took a look at the test paper. I didn't expect that I got a few simple questions wrong. I was very surprised. I regretted it so much. I thought the teacher would be furious with me. However, contrary to my expectation, the teacher was not angry, but smiled at me. This smile made me feel very warm and comfortable. This smile also filled me with confidence and gave me the determination to correct my shortcomings.

I remember one time, my deskmate and I got into an argument over a pen that looked similar. Because I was so excited, I yelled at her and even said bad words. I thought she would be like me, but what I never expected was that she looked at me very calmly and smiled. My face suddenly turned as shy as a red apple, and scalding heat filled my whole body. At this moment, if there was any crack in the ground, I would get into it without hesitation, and I felt deeply guilty.

On the basketball court, a hard and fast ball flew toward me, and landed exactly on the bridge of my nose between my eyes. In an instant, I fell to the ground, with stars in my eyes and my head spinning. It buzzed like it was struck by lightning. At this time, my good friend of many years rushed over, comforting me and rubbing my eyes with his hands. After a while, the pain subsided significantly. I half-squinted my eyes and saw his caring smile, which warmed my heart.

The teacher’s smile makes my grades continue to improve, the classmates’ smiles make me know how to cherish friendship, and the friends’ smiles make me no longer afraid.

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