In our daily study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to writing to some extent. Through writing, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are 6 compositions on the topic of love, which I have compiled for your reference only. Let's have a look. Writing on the topic of love 1

In my memory bank, I have collected one memory after another. They are just like the stars in the sky, flashing their own light, among which the one that touched me the most was that time.

School will start in a few days, and my mother has already contacted the cram school for me. Alas, I have to start my busy life again. In such cold weather, and there is no tricycle outside, should I go to cram school selfishly? I put on my snow boots while thinking. I reluctantly went out, thinking that others were hiding in the quilt and watching TV, but I had to go to cram school in such cold weather. At this moment, I heard the sound of a tricycle, and someone said to me: Little friend, do you want to take a car? I turned my head to look, and it turned out to be an old grandfather. I quickly went up for fear of being in the wrong place. Grandpa said to me: housing science is really tiring now, and it is not as happy as cycling. I said an anodyne word to grandpa: Your life must be hard now. What about your children when you come out to make money in such a cold day? Grandpa didn't say anything. When I got to school, I fished out my pocket, but grandpa said, no need to give it. You are so tired of studying. Don't be discouraged. Don't let your parents down. After saying this, I got on the bus in a hurry. When I saw grandpa's back, my heart suddenly became sour.

There are true feelings everywhere in the world, which always warms people's hearts. Love is all around us as long as you carefully understand it. Love is the topic of composition 2

"Grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself …" Whenever I hear this song, an inexplicable excitement comes from my heart. I don't think there is any kind of love in this world that can surpass parents' love for their children.

I once read a story about love, which greatly shocked my young mind.

As night falls, a father and son walk out of the cabin. My son has graduated from college and is working in other places. This time, I finally came back. After dinner, my father and son went for a walk in the Woods behind the house. When they were tired, they sat down under a big tree to have a rest. The father pointed to a bird in the tree and asked his son, "What is that?" The son replied, "It's a crow." Father is old, his ears are not working well, and he can't hear clearly, so he asked again. "A crow." My son's voice is obviously louder than before. "What did you say?" The father asked again. At this time, the son looked impatient. "Crow, crow, crow, it's a crow." My father didn't say anything anymore, but slowly walked into the room, took out the slightly old diary and read it slowly: "Today, I went for a walk with my son. He asked me as he walked,' Dad, what is that?' "I replied," Crow. " My son is really persistent. When I ask a question repeatedly, I will answer it repeatedly ... Before my father finished reading, my son was in tears.

Father's love doesn't have too many words, only in words that are not afraid of repetition. In daily life, the love my parents gave me can't be expressed in too many words. That sweet and delicious, rich and varied meal; That neat, clean clothes; At that night, the shining lights ... were all the care our parents gave us.

My mother is the biggest contributor to our family. Get up early every day and cook for my father and me. She always works hard. Looking at her mother's aging figure, I want to do something for her. I help my mother do some housework as much as I can from time to time. Although it is not much, I can feel my mother's joy.

In the past, I was a little prince in my family, living a fairy life with my mouth open and my clothes stretched out. Every day, when I am still sleeping in bed, my mother is already preparing a rich breakfast for me. When I wake up, I often ask, "Mom, where are my socks?"? ..... "My mother always takes pains to serve me. At noon, before school is over, delicious food has already been put on the table. At night, when I do my homework, I always have a cup of sweet milk. The sweet hot air seems to give me infinite wisdom, and any problem can be solved. This may be the power of maternal love! The cups of milk permeated with deep love made my heart warm and my thoughts unobstructed.

Looking back, I'm fourteen years old, and I haven't done anything for my mother seriously, and I've never helped my mother brew a glass of milk. I want to do something for my mother on the night when she works overtime. Time passes by, and the days of waiting are really hard. I feel like "seconds are like years". Finally, I heard a familiar knock at the door. I rushed to the door, opened the door for my mother, and put on my slippers first. I picked up the tea that had been poured long ago and handed it to my mother. My mother touched my head and said, "My son has grown up and is sensible." Listening to my mother's praise, my heart is sweeter than honey.

this is my gratitude to my mother with little actions. Taking love as the topic of composition 3

Throughout the ages, people have praised the greatness of maternal love, but I want to praise the selflessness of father's love. Father's love is as magnificent as a mountain, as tough and straight as a pine and cypress, but as gentle and delicate as a stream, it moistens things silently.

On my way home from school, it is my father's stalwart body like a lighthouse that illuminates the road ahead for me. In front of my sick bed, my father was busy taking care of me day and night; Whenever I frown when I encounter difficulties, my father will give me all the strength to move forward; When I am depressed, my father always sends words of encouragement to give me confidence at the first time; Whenever I am worried and confused and don't know where to go, my father will guide me with his wise thoughts, and my father loves me like a mountain.

Although my family is relatively poor, after I graduated from primary school, my father wanted to send me to the city to study in order to enable me to study in a better environment. However, since I didn't have a transfer certificate, my father ran around the city for me at the beginning of school and begged me in every way. Finally, I was accepted as an exception. However, it took a lot of money to rent a house to study in the city, so he borrowed money from relatives and friends, so I went to the city to study smoothly. Father gets up early every day to move bricks and build walls for other people's homes. When I came home from vacation, I found that my father had lost a lot of weight. What made me even more distressed was that due to excessive labor, his arms, shoulders and legs were covered with large pieces of bruises, and his toes were still bleeding. Seeing this, my tears suddenly welled up. My father looked at me and said nothing, but smiled kindly and stroked my head with his rough big hands. My heart was full of love and love for my father.

Father, you have devoted more effort to me than a drop of water in the sea. My father loves me like a mountain. That mountain has always stood in my heart. That mountain is the source of my life. Taking love as the topic of composition 4

I believe that everyone has had the experience of getting inspiration from doing things. Below, I will introduce my experience.

One day, there was no cloud in Wan Li, and there were thousands of spring flowers. Spring girls stepped on the earth and the spring grass stuck out. Spring girl hugged the flower branch and shook it gently, and the bud opened with a smile. I'm going to take a bus to the Children's Palace for classes. Ha! Fortunately, there was one last seat, so I rushed over and sat firmly on it. The bus started, and at the next stop, an old woman came up. Because I made the last seat, grandma had no seat to sit in. I sat in my seat, wondering whether I should give my seat to my grandmother: let it go, I won't have a seat; No, I can't watch grandma stand without a seat. Finally, after some deliberation, I decided to give my seat to my grandmother: "Grandma, please sit here." Grandma said, "This is not good." "What's wrong? It is right for us young people to give up our seats to the elderly! " "Thank you, good boy!" "You're welcome!" The Children's Palace arrived. After getting off the bus, I felt the sky was exceptionally clear and my mood was particularly comfortable. In class, the teacher just asked us to write a composition to help others, so I wrote down what happened on the bus. I was so happy to get an "A".

yes! What can make people feel more comfortable than "giving someone a rose, leaving a lingering fragrance in their hands"? Love is the topic of composition 5

After school, I came home, feeling a little hungry, and hurried my mother to cook quickly.

My mother was busy in the kitchen for a while, and put steaming food on the table. I couldn't wait to reach out my chopsticks to the plate, and I wiped it out in half with three strokes. My father and mother sat by and watched me eat so sweetly that I forgot to eat.

I was stared at uncomfortably. "Eat quickly! It's not delicious when the rice is cold. " I casually said to them. "Oh, you eat quickly, too," my mother replied, and didn't forget to give me a dish in the bowl.

"That's enough, I can't eat any more." I complained that my mother ate with her head buried like a child who had done something wrong. Looking at the shallow wrinkles on my mother's forehead, it is the trace of time! When I was a child, my mother sighed and was disappointed. A sense of guilt arises spontaneously. I look at them, and my eyes are blurred and my nose is sour. How selfish I am. My parents have to worry about me after a busy day. Every time there is something delicious and fun, I always think of me, but I still pick three and pick four. My tears are swirling in my eyes. I bury my head to eat, hold back my tears and squeeze out a smile and say to them, "This meal is really delicious. Let's go to a food competition."

after listening to my words, my parents laughed, and the laughter floated out of the house, far away, far away! Taking love as the topic of composition 6

Staring at my busy parents, my eyes are hazy, and how can that gaunt figure have such great power? Besides living, you should help me walk, admire me and let me fly. Maybe it's my ignorance. I once thought that my strict parents were unkind, hated their reprimands, and refused to write their exhortations. Alas ... I said that my parents didn't understand me, so who am I to say? Have I ever understood my parents? I don't know ... how much concern is involved in that one-on-one reprimand, and how much love is melted into that one-on-one exhortation. In my ups and downs, it is my parents' eyes filled with love that are inseparable.

White hairs are sticking out from my father's hair, and a trace of wrinkles has climbed up the corner of my mother's eye. Seeing this, I can't help feeling a little suddenly. I grow up day by day, but my parents are getting older day by day. It's me, it's all my fault. I stole the black hair from my father's black hair, it's me, and I stole the red from my mother's face. How I wish … My parents are not old, and I am also.

Thinking about it, I only have an impulse to hug my parents tightly and cry loudly. Dad, mom, how much love have you given me? To the rain? Like the spring breeze? To the shining stars? No, no, no, I think, you will give me more love than this, more holy than this, how can I finish writing the emotions in my heart?

I know how happy I am in my hand. My parents spilled the most sincere love on us, and let the inner love trickle into my heart, filling my blood vessels and filling my body and mind. What is that? Isn't that eternal love?

isn't this kind of love precious?