In daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write essays. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that you can understand. Transformation into an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? Below is my carefully compiled composition on love for the first grade of junior high school for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Love Composition 1

In this world, who has not felt the love of parents, who has not experienced the care of parents? I also have a father and mother who always think about me and care about me.

My father can best be described as a "strict father". He has very strict requirements on my study and life. He made a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework seriously. He also often asked me to read some extracurricular books to help me understand scientific knowledge beyond textbooks. Now, every time I face the good rankings of first and second in the class after each exam, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. My mother is a typical "loving mother". She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every possible way. In order to let me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my craving. Every weekend, she didn't care about rest, so she started washing the dirty clothes I changed, and put the clean clothes next to my bed the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother was pouring water, delivering medicine, and getting up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt was well covered...

There is something that has always stuck in my mind. That time I finished cleaning the classroom and was about to go home. When I saw it suddenly rained outside, I picked up my schoolbag and ran outside. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I saw a familiar figure in the crowd - it was my father. I called him happily. My father saw me, smiled and moved the umbrella above my head. At this time, I saw heavy raindrops hitting my father, but the umbrella still stayed above me...

In fact, every parent pays great attention to their children. With love and care, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its existence all the time. Love composition for the first grade of junior high school 2

Parents’ love is selfless. In the poem sentences, I feel the love of my parents. Indeed, parents' love is strict, while mother's love is caring. I grew up healthy and happy with both loves.

My father’s strict requirements prompted me to achieve good results in my studies.

I have never been very good at school, but I was at the top of the class in an instant. Everyone will be surprised to hear this, but please don’t think about it. These are the real achievements.

That’s because one time I failed a math test. When I got home, my dad was furious and scolded me. In the following days, he did not allow me to go out to play, let alone go near the computer, and even hired a teacher to help me with tutoring. It really felt like a year back then. Every day I faced my father’s scolding, teachers’ explanations, and mother’s comfort. Even more complicated was doing questions and taking exams, but I still firmly said to myself: “Dad worked so hard for my own good, so he should complain less and work harder.” After With my hard work, I have never failed every exam, and I can still be among the best. I understand that hard work will yield rewards, and diligence will lead to genius. But I know better: everything my father did before was for me. Good. This is the strict requirement of father's love!

Everything in life is maternal love.

Early in the morning, my mother She would help me prepare a delicious breakfast and tidy up my bookshelf. My mother would often put the quilt on me at night and put the coat next to my bed for tomorrow. Sometimes she would deliberately stay up late and look at my mother. I closed my eyes and saw my mother gently touching my forehead. Happiness is irreplaceable! My mother's care and love make me feel that tomorrow will be wonderful and the day after tomorrow will be very happy...

Higher than the mountain. Deeper than a mountain, love comes from my parents. I will spend my whole life repaying my parents. At this time, I want to say to my parents: "I love you.

"Love Composition 3 for the first grade of junior high school

The bright reeds touched the hearts of the literati; the majestic "Shenzhou" touched the hearts of the Chinese people; and then the gurgling hearts.

On the summer night, the cicadas returned The tall plane trees in the yard showed off their singing voices, and Cricket held a unique concert in the grass. In the room, under the soft light, my mother held a cattail leaf fan in her arms, and the breeze blew. The silken threads passed through my body, which was very pleasant. My mother patiently taught me how to read while shaking the fan: "One person on top, two people on the bottom, read as a crowd, you must understand that unity is strength. "My mother's words were like wonderful notes, playing a loud symphony in my heart, touching my young heart.

On a rainy night, my mother sat under the lamp and sewed clothes for me. Under the soft light, the mother's figure is stretched out. The raindrops are like a musician from heaven, playing moving music for the silent village. In the yard, the drops of rainwater on the eaves are dripping through the smooth stone slabs. Every time a piece of music ends, my mother’s love is like a tide that nourishes my heart and touches the truest feeling in my heart.

Time after time, scene after scene, in my opinion, every little thing my mother does in life seems to be taken for granted, including the sheets with the best quality, the well-cooked dishes, and the room with the best lighting in the house. ...and these inconspicuous little things, if you think about them carefully now, none of them are flowing with the gurgling love of your mother.

In life, it may be your friends who make you happy and enrich you. It may be your job, and the love that makes you beautiful may be your lover, but it must be your mother who silently pays true love for you behind the scenes. She uses the smallest things to touch the truest feelings in your heart, for you. Silently give all your love. Love Composition 4

The footsteps of spring are light and soft. If you don’t believe it, listen, the gentle spring gently touches the earth and walks through the mountains and rivers. , the river awakens everything in nature. And my mother's footsteps are also light and soft.

In the quiet night, when I fall asleep sweetly, I will vaguely hear a "rustling". I knew that it was my mother who came to cover me with a quilt. Her footsteps were light and soft, as if she were stepping on the ants on the ground. Moreover, when my mother came to see me, she didn’t light the lamp at all. She was so afraid that Noisy to me. Whenever this happens, I feel particularly happy and happy to have such a mother.

After school, when I anxiously wandered at the school gate, there was a "rustling" sound. The light footsteps came to my ears, it was my mother, I concluded, because these were the footsteps of my mother coming to pick me up from school, fast and urgent. Whenever this time, I would quickly jump into my mother's arms and enjoy With my mother's deep love for me, when I feel scared and frightened, I will hear my mother's "rustling" footsteps, but to my ears, my mother's footsteps are too loud. But it was so heavy that it made my heart beat wildly. However, my mother's words always encouraged me. She always forgave me for my naivety and ignorance. She always told me that I should take the right path and let me gain something. A lot.

As spring goes and autumn comes, I can hear my mother weaving beautiful music with her footsteps all the time, accompanying me as I grow and relieving my worries. These are the footsteps of love. These footsteps are profound. It is deeply imprinted in my heart, spurring me to keep moving forward! Love Composition 5

Love can transcend the length of life, the width of the heart, and the depth of the soul; love can make people feel warm. , get courage, get hope. Love is by your side all the time. From home to school to the whole world, there are traces of love. Love never leaves. Maybe you haven't really felt it yet, but in fact love is around you.

From the moment everyone is born, love has come to you quietly. As time goes by, the little baby has become a sensible child, but the only thing that remains unchanged is It is the love of parents! Because of love, parents give selflessly, never getting bored or tired. Behind this, there is a powerful force pushing him, and that is the love of parents for their children.

Love is the flame of life. Without it, everything will become night. If there is no more love in this world, and there is only indifference and barriers between people, then this colorful world will instantly turn into darkness. But if love appears, just like the sky clears after the rain, life regains hope, and the great soul will become even greater.

Love is a warm word, it is like a light at night, giving people hope. Love is a colorful word, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, cyan, purple, all kinds of colors. It has rich meaning. Love can give us confidence when we are sad, and can give us strength when we shrink back, so - let love never be absent! Love composition for the first grade of junior high school 6

Time flies by day by day, and people gradually become mature, but there is something that will always be like the memory that is still low and sealed, so eager to speak out, But don’t know how to express it? That is the most precious thing that time has evolved - love!

Maybe it’s just a simple word, but do you understand its importance and the importance it brings to the family? Maybe, you don’t understand, because you are not a child who grew up in the dark, and you cannot understand the feeling of trying to suck it in like a magnet. That kind of desire is wandering around me, desperately trying to catch it. I was afraid that it would escape accidentally.

Until one day, when they heard that their daughter’s grades were excellent, they brought me a kindness they had never treated me before. I was a little dazed, but I also secretly smiled in my heart. Tell myself that even if it is their false love, I am willing to enjoy it like this. I've had enough of the family's preference for sons over daughters. I'm not willing to let this ethic continue. I'm ready to exchange my achievements for their hypocritical love. I'm willing.

Later, I started to be careless, and my grades didn’t fall off a cliff, but they made me collapse. But at this time, my parents told me that my grades can’t be used as food, so I should keep working hard. My tears fell down in an instant. It was me. I had always misunderstood them. It was not a false love, but a true and unspeakable love. That kind of love was stronger and more moving than my desire. Love composition for the first grade of junior high school 7

Love is a fulfilled life, just like a wine glass filled with wine. ——Inscription

What is love? I do not understand.

There are many kinds of love. One kind of love is gorgeous, but blind; it is passionate, but empty. He was given a gorgeous appearance. People were confused by this momentary beauty and followed the public's blind admiration. In the end, they discovered how flashy and empty it was. And there is another kind of love, which is ordinary but warm; simple but subtle. He has no earth-shattering great feats, no shocking power that makes the world admire him. He penetrates into every corner of life, making it difficult for people to detect, but it is like a shell carrying gravel falling into the sea. He is willing to bury it and accumulate it with concentration. Finally, rush to the beach and shine the soft brilliance of pearls on the earth. It must be the most beautiful scenery along the beach. Although diamonds are dazzling, people will not wear them for a long time because looking at them for a long time will make people feel tired. Only the soft brilliance of pearls can withstand the test of time and nourish every bit of life with ordinary love.

I remember reading an article online not long ago called "8 Lies in a Mother's Life." It tells the story of a poor mother who, in the process of raising several children, sacrificed herself for the happiness of her children, told eight lies to her children, and used her simple and ordinary love to illuminate the path of her children's growth. This is a true portrayal of parents in the world. The expression of ordinary love may not be earth-shattering, but it can warm the hearts of children and even change their lives.

This is love. This ordinary warmth surrounds us everywhere. Maybe it is just a smile, or it can be like a cluster of flames, driving away the cold and guiding us in the direction of life.

Everyone has the right to enjoy happiness in life, and getting love is a kind of happiness in life.

——Postscript Love composition for the first grade of junior high school 8

Maternal love is like a ray of soft sunshine that warms the child's body, and like a candle that sacrifices itself to illuminate the child. Mother is great and has the deepest maternal love.

I remember one time, the school bell rang for a long time, and it was getting dark, and I couldn't help but feel scared. I felt like my mother hadn't been here for a long time, so I kept mumbling. "Tick tock, tick tock, whoosh..." There was a cold north wind in the cold rain, and I was still shivering in my quilt-like clothes. Through the window, I saw some parents who came to pick up their students. Their umbrellas were blown over by the wind. The north wind was blowing so hard that the windows slammed shut. The clock was "ticking, ticking", and my heart became afraid involuntarily, and my heart became tense again. At this time, in the wind and rain, a familiar figure reflected my eyes. It's mom! My mother holds an umbrella in her right hand and my colorful raincoat in her left hand. Seeing my mother's back, my heavy heart was relieved. "Put it on, let's go home! Be careful not to catch a cold." It was this simple and gentle word that warmed my heart. But later I found out that my mother was on duty in the factory, so she was late to pick me up.

Outside the school gate, it was still raining, and my mother gave me her only umbrella. I had already put on my raincoat, so I gave it to my mother. My mother didn’t want it, so she forced it on me. After several rounds of pushing, my mother still won. I watched her carrying me away, and I was moved to tears.

This is my mother, how much maternal love is contained in her simple words. I can't repay my mother. It's best to reward her with excellent grades and excellent performance. Love composition for the first grade of junior high school 9

Mother's love is like a gurgling stream, flowing in my heart, nourishing my heart, like the vast sea, allowing my boat to swim in the sea, embracing everything .

My mother is very careful and keeps my life in order. Every morning, my mother always wakes me up with a kind voice. I rubbed my eyes, quickly got dressed and went to the bathroom. My mother has prepared water for washing her face, and there is a nutritious breakfast on the table. My mother takes me to and from school every day and takes great care of me.

I remember one day in the fourth grade, the sun was scorching and people couldn't breathe because of the heat, but the weather was like a child's face, changing with each passing day. The sky had been clear just a moment ago, but now it was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain fell from the sky. "What can I do?" I was walking home in a good mood, but I was stopped by the naughty child Rain. I quickly ran into a nearby residential building and shook the rain off my body, feeling filled with anxiety. At this time, I wish my mother would pick me up! But my mother still works in the factory, how can she be free? After waiting for a long time, I still couldn’t see my mother. I couldn't help but feel disappointed, and my grievances welled up in my heart. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice, still very anxious. ah! It's mom! It's mom! My mother came to pick me up. I ran into the rain and my mother threw herself into her arms. Tears welled up. My mother touched my head with her cold hands. At this moment, I felt a warm current flooding my whole body, and I wanted to say something, but I was speechless.

I am a small tree, and my mother is a big mountain, holding me tightly and not letting anyone knock me down; I am a drop of water, and my mother is the mother of the sea, closely integrated with me. , will not let me dry up; I am the seed, and mother is the bright sunshine. My mother cared about me with her life and everything, cared about me, and watched me thrive day by day.

Mom, you have worked hard! May all parents in the world who work hard for their children have a safe life. Love Composition 10 for the first grade of junior high school

Today is the same as usual, every Friday night, I watch the variety show-"Dream Choir". I also heard beautiful singing and saw scenes of laughter. The difference is that I saw a 49-year-old mother, Mama Wang, living in the mountains with my real eyes and honest heart.

After Teacher Ni Ping came on stage, he expressed his crazy love for his mother with his singing. oh! The Queen Mother walked up and down more than 3,000 steps every day, carrying a heavy gas tank. At first, she couldn't stand it and was almost exhausted. But the thought of her hungry children and her husband, who died at 32, cheered her up and never backed down. The last three children went to college.

They know that the reason why they were admitted to college is entirely because their hard-working mother knocked on the door of the temple for them with rough hands, so that they can always walk on the paving stones of success, persistence, victory, and confidence.

Afterwards, the Eighth Captain sent his love and care to his parents. What moved me the most was the words of the host Sabel. He said his mother was often sick and ended up with a brain tumor on her head, and the doctor said she might forget each of you forever. But his mother still insisted on watching the show hosted by Sabel and stayed up until 11 o'clock in the night so that her son would never disappear from her mind. However, memory is like a rubber, erasing those precious memories forever.

Dear friends, have you ever had a conflict with your mother over a small matter? Haha, I think there should be! Me too. I want to tell you, and teach me, that mothers give us desires, love, and kindness that may fade from our memories. Do you know what evidence is? That smile, those rough hands. As long as we all observe carefully, sooner or later we will find that maternal love is hidden behind the scenes. Haha, who doesn’t want to look forward to Jackie Chan and Phoenix? Composition 11 of the first grade of love

My father is fat and tall, with a big watermelon belly; he has a pair of bright eyes under his thick eyebrows. His eyes are amazing. I am very gentle when I am happy, but scary when I am angry.

When I was in the third grade, my pen calligraphy was poor. My father said to me: Pen calligraphy has many uses, and I must practice it well in elementary school. Regarding fountain pen calligraphy, my father introduced me to the calligraphy stickers written by Uncle Pang Zhonghua, the most famous hard-pen calligrapher in the country, specially for primary and secondary schools. I quickly took it and took a look, wow! The calligraphy inside is so beautiful. It turns out that I thought the calligraphy I usually wrote was It's pretty good, and the teacher also praised my neat handwriting, but in comparison, my handwriting is so good, the lines are just like rows of little ants

. Dad encouraged me I said: "Your goal is to write as beautiful a calligraphy as Uncle Pang Zhonghua." I said awkwardly: "Do you still want me to be better than Uncle Pang Zhonghua?" Dad stroked me and said, "Of course, as long as I have Nothing is impossible with perseverance." Dad's eyes flashed with kindness.

Last semester, I made a mistake at school, and my mother took me back from school. When I heard the sound of my father's car, I knew that my father was back. I thought that I would be criticized this time, and my heart was pounding. Sure enough, as soon as my father entered the door, he asked me what mistakes I made in school. I looked into my father's eyes, "so fierce" and felt extremely scared. I told my father exactly what happened and promised him that I would not make the same mistake again in the future. But in order for me to correct this mistake, my father's big hand hit my little hand hard several times. Although my hand hurt, I knew my father was doing it for my own good.

As time goes by, I grow up day by day under my father’s care, education, and love. Dad, I can feel the love you give me. thank you. Composition 12 of the First Class of Love

Buddhism says: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color." In the same way, love is both simple and complex. As the years go by, age increases, and experience increases, we will meet more people and more things. I have met so many interesting people and encountered many complicated things. Maybe it comes from trivial matters in life, maybe you face choices in life, but through these, we will grow and become better.

Love is very simple, but also very complicated. A cup of warm tea, a soft bread, an umbrella to protect you from the wind, and a word of concern are all love. We can understand from them that A little bit of love penetrates like warm wind and drizzle, making people feel warm.

Everyone’s expression of love is different. When we encounter difficulties in learning, the teacher’s respectful teachings, when we are lost on the road, the guidance of passers-by, when we encounter difficulties The care and love of family when we suffer emotional failure, the care of friends when we suffer emotional failure. This is all love, but everyone expresses it differently.

When you have this love, you will feel happy, because the people around you are caring and loving you. You are not alone, you grow in love, and give this love to Go out and give to those who need it, and as we receive love from others, we must also give love to others. Giving roses to others will leave a lingering fragrance in your hands. Dedicating your love will also bring happiness to yourself

As the saying goes, everyone gives a little love and the world becomes warmer. Help your parents with housework and help your classmates solve problems. Donating a book to a poor family and keeping the streets clean are all love.

Love of simplicity is also complicated. Composition 13 of Love in the First Grade of Junior High School

Since I was a child, I have had a wide range of interests. I am interested in playing the piano, painting, calligraphy, etc., but I like Go the most.

When I was four years old, I started learning Go. I was attracted by the black and white chess pieces and the hard work of my life.

In the chess game, black and white stones come and go. This simulated battle situation is full of dangers. It is difficult to predict whether the opponent's moves are true or false. There are many ambushes in the fierce fighting. All this makes me unable to not be deeply interested in Go. Study.

What I remember vividly is the first real game of chess. At this time, I had already gained some skills, and the strategy of playing first and playing second had already been forgotten in my heart. I went first with white, and then In the next period, the enemy and we were evenly matched, and the real fighting began. The enemy's sideline was heavily guarded, and there seemed to be no weak point, but there was one place that was not connected yet. The opportunity was not to be missed. I used a "break" move to make it unconnected from end to end, and from left to right. In response, I was at a disadvantage, but I was also alone in the depths, with my life and death uncertain. The enemy "flyed", making my orphan trapped in a tight siege and unable to escape. The orphan fled outward, but the enemy played "sheep's head" and pursued me. Fortunately, I I deployed my surprise troops early and gave the enemy a heavy blow when he was in a state of triumph. "The entire battlefield was filled with white-armored soldiers," and the enemy's black troops "retreated." I didn't pursue them, but I set up camp, defended the land, and dispatched troops. Our city was impregnable... ..., after the war, the teacher began to point out "eyes". My territory was vast. Undoubtedly, my opponent was at a disadvantage, so he had to recharge his batteries and wait for the next time we play chess with me.

The initial success made me happy, but I also did not forget to continue learning. "Hard work pays off", and now, I can be considered a "Go master".

Go has enriched my extracurricular life, improved my thinking ability, and made me make a group of chess friends. At the same time, it made me understand that tall buildings rise from the ground, and only by laying a good "foundation" can they be built. Only then can we create a "tall building" for our career.

I love Go! Composition 14 of Love in the First Grade of Junior High School

Opening the window in memory, there are only a lot of sad memories filling it.

——Inscription

Looking at the happy scene not far away, the more I look at it, the more I feel redundant. Thinking about this, my eyes can't help but dim, and I gently shake my head, as if to Get the thoughts out of your head. For a moment, it seemed that he couldn't bear the visual impact, so he picked up his coat and walked out.

It was already dark, and there seemed to be no one on the street. Looking forward, I suddenly realized that I didn’t know where to go. Looking around so helplessly and confused, a sense of helplessness surged into my heart. It was already an early spring night, but my heart was particularly desolate in this cool night.

Recalling that in school, I always wandered around the campus alone, like a ghost at night. Then go back to the classroom or dormitory. People who like liveliness but have a soft spot for silence are really a contradictory existence. In fact, it’s superfluous everywhere, and it’s useless no matter how hard you try to increase your sense of presence. Even if your fever reaches 40°C, no one will come to comfort you, even if it’s a perfunctory one. I walked aimlessly, feeling confused.

I fell in love with sadness, and I spent my life with him.

When I think of school and home, everything feels out of place, as if I have been abandoned by the world. In a gray and dark world, a person huddles in a corner, with a cold wall and a fearful heart, carefully guarding his last territory, shrouded in darkness and swallowed by sorrow. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his body was trembling with fear, coldness, or crying as he hugged his legs, seemingly seeking the last warmth.

I forgot the time and my original direction... Maybe there was no direction at all, and my appearance was a mistake. Love composition for the first grade of junior high school 15

Eyes include love, joy, sorrow, sourness, sweetness...but so many eyes are around us everywhere. When we get 100 points in the exam, the teacher will look at us with happy eyes; when we taste the taste of happiness, the classmates will look at me with sweet eyes; when I do something wrong, my parents will look at me with sour eyes. Staring at me...

Parents are their children's best teachers. Children's education may not necessarily be entrusted to teachers. Parents are their children's best teachers.

I once read a story like this: The son fell to the ground, he cried loudly, cried and shouted, and no one paid attention to him. Finally, his father came and gave him a look. , he quickly wiped away his tears and got up from the ground... As I read this, I wondered: Why did his father wink at him and he got up?

This question has been surrounding me for a long time, and now I finally have an answer.

On Sunday, I went to play and accidentally fell to the ground. I started crying. My mother ran over and gave me a look, and I immediately got up. I realized that this was a look of love!

There are actually many eyes, and we have to look for them carefully.

Poor parents in the world. When we were young, we were ignorant and didn’t know how to understand our parents. It’s not too late now. Let’s study hard and repay our parents in the future.