Love topic composition 1 Who can give it a little love? A poor little nursing cat, just born, only half a month old at most, lost its mother. It groaned in pain, but no one paid attention to it. Under the white torture of people, it is in this heartless world that people take away their young lives.
On Friday afternoon, I went home with my good friend You Yaxin. When we got into a taxi, we saw a baby cat that was only a little bigger than the palm of our hand. I saw the nursing kitten, struggling to walk, whispering, "Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow At this time, a strong middle-aged man came this way. He grabbed the kitten with two strong fingers, then threw it on a nail with an upward tip and said, "you disgusting smelly kitten." I saw the baby cat groan in pain. I really want to say, "Uncle, you can't treat small animals like this. "But, seeing his fierce eyes again, I had to bite the bullet and be indifferent.
The little milk cat lay motionless on the ground, blood dripping to the ground. It looks at everyone passing by and tears. How much it hopes that a kind-hearted person can bring it back to home! But this is not the case. People who saw passing by said, "Dirty, dirty, disgusting." I want to say to you: "Who can give it a little love!" " Seeing this scene, I really want to take this poor kitten home, but my parents said, "Under no circumstances can students keep small animals at home." Because of too much blood, the kitten is getting weaker and weaker. Finally, it failed, took an angry look at the beautiful world and the heartless man, and quietly left.
From this, I can't help thinking: "How happy I am, rich or poor, in short, I have a home, and my home will bring you infinite warmth and care!" " ……
My mother has curly hair and looks like a poodle from a distance. Although she is 37 years old, there is not a wrinkle on her face. Probably because my mother is well maintained! Mother's eyes are big, her nose is high, and there is a well-defined mouth below, which looks very beautiful and moving.
I remember when I was five years old, it was a winter, it snowed heavily, and my father was not at home, but I didn't live up to my expectations. I had a good time during the day and had a high fever at midnight. I tossed and turned uneasily and woke up my mother. My mother took her temperature and burned to 39 degrees and 8 minutes, which scared my mother to dress me quickly. At this time, I saw my mother's eyes full of tears and anxious expression, which was very uncomfortable. I'm strong in front of my mother, trying to make her feel better. My mother carried me downstairs, thin body. It was snowing heavily, and my mother walked with difficulty step by step. Looking at the footprints left by my mother behind me, my nose is sour, and it is not easy to miss my mother. We walked for a long time before we got a taxi. At that time, I wanted my father to come back and help my mother reduce the burden!
Although my mother loves me, she never dotes on me. If I do something wrong, my mother always teaches me patiently until I realize it.
In my study, my mother never accompanied me, but cultivated my habit of independent study. I try to solve problems that I can't solve, and then go to my mother for consultation when I can't solve them. I deeply understand my mother's good intentions.
Motherly love is the sea, and I am a small fish. Motherly love is a thread, and I am a kite on the thread. No matter how far I fly, I can't leave that line. Motherly love is the sky, I am a lark, let me spread my wings and fly freely.
In 64 1 year, you, Princess Wencheng, an envoy of peace, made great achievements, made selfless contributions and generously entered Tibet, which ushered in unprecedented stability and prosperity of the Tang Empire.
Do you remember? How reluctant you were to stand outside Chang 'an that day. There is a tearful mother in the city, and your thin figure outside the city. You stand silently in the wind, and the wind blows, a little cold; Tears are running down, and it hurts a little. Chang' an, a lovely hometown, you have never left, and you can't help thinking a lot. ...
Finally, you gave Chang 'an a last look and turned to the chariots and horses. The horse moves with the car, and you don't hesitate.
Non-stop, night arrival. Your heart is full of confusion and helplessness: is Songzan Gambu, the son-in-law of Datang, handsome or ugly? Are Tubo people kind or savage? Does the distant Tubo bring you happiness or suffering? ……
I don't know anything. Perhaps, you think too much and are too tired. You open the curtain: there are still stars outside the window, and the bright moonlight puts on a white wedding dress for you. Your heart is calm, close your eyes gently and go to sleep silently.
The crow of the rooster broke the dawn and awakened the girl in my dream. You open your sleepy eyes and lift the curtains again. You are stunned: there is an endless grassland in front of you, the tender grass is shining green, and groups of cattle, sheep and horses are carefree. You have never seen such a world. You know very well that you will become a real member of Tubo. You got out of the car and strode forward. The bright morning sun rises for you and the green grass nods for you. You have taken a firm step, confident and gratified.
Perhaps, you didn't expect, it was your unswerving step to integrate the two peoples. No matter how time and space cycle, you will always interpret different love at the peak of history-national justice and national love.
Love topic composition 4 "Hello, are you at home? Do you have a minute? Would you like to go shopping with me? "
It's the weekend and I'm idle at home. Let's invite our classmates to go shopping.
We walked all the way, talking and laughing: "Wow, come on, look at that, look at that!" " Let's go in and have a look. It's okay anyway. "When I saw this scene, I was ecstatic. It's really touching. I rushed in as fast as I could: whether I like it or not, I picked up the two lovely rabbit ears and put them on my head with a hair band. The ears of the two long rabbits naturally drooped a little, and there was a small bow next to them. Look, does it look good on me? Does it suit me? ..... ""Well, it's beautiful! " I didn't even look at the price when she said it was good. I immediately took it to the cashier and paid for it. I don't even want to buy stationery at ordinary times, but for it, I don't care about anything, and I'm happier than others being admitted to college.
I took a shower at home, dressed and dressed immediately, put on a rabbit ear headband, picked up the camera and took some selfies. The more you look, the better you look.
My rabbit ear is a hair band, red and white, and there is a little red bow under the root of the right ear, or lace! Pastel lace Suu is attached to the top of the hair band, and rabbit ears are matched with bows, which is a perfect match! This can make people "cute" to the extreme.
The next day, I showed it to my classmates and they all fell in love with it at first sight.
I haven't found anything cuter than this rabbit ear headband since I saw it!
"The best thing in my life is to buy you and accompany you silently in the vast sea of people, happy and excited. ...
I really want to give you this song I made up, my rabbit ear headband.
It has always been cute since childhood. Because I have many lovely things, I like cuteness, and I like those things better.
The word "Meng" is the best interpretation of me and everything I have.
"Meng", loving you is non-negotiable. ...
Love topic composition 5 Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your soul feel the warmth like spring even in the cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings clear even if they are covered with the dust of years; Motherly love is a cup of thick black tea, which is bitter to drink in one gulp, but it needs children to savor it carefully. But, mom, don't let your love be too heavy!
When I was a child, my body was "full of twists and turns" and serious illness followed. You run around for me all day, work hard for me, and breathe heavily every day, but you don't let me do anything for you. In this way, gradually, I developed an arrogant bad temper. Sometimes, if something makes me unhappy, I will vent my anger by losing my temper with you. But if you don't tell me, I won't pursue it. Sometimes I feel hot after shouting, and I don't know who is blaming me: "Look at you, your bad temper should be changed!" " "Slowly, my bad temper has improved a lot, thank you mom!
However, you don't know that when you don't let me do some trivial things that I can do, there is a title that belongs to me, and there is a "nice" name that belongs to me: "Cream Princess".
Whenever I sincerely beg you, you always wave: "Go, go, I'll do the housework and take care of your study." Practice guzheng when you are free! "Every time I go back to my room in despair, the crown of" Little Princess "belongs to me again.
I know that understanding is the sun of life, which will bring endless warmth to people; Understanding is the engine of life, which will bring infinite power to people; Understanding is the wine of life, which will bring intoxicating fragrance. Mom, I understand your kindness, but do you understand what I mean?
Motherly love is her earnest exhortation when she is confused, her earnest exhortation when she travels far away, and her kind smile when she is helpless. But, mom, don't make love too heavy. ...
I have been trying to find a suitable word to establish the image of my father, but I just can't, because in my impression, my father never knows how to express love.
When I am lonely, my mother is with me; When I am frustrated, my mother comforts me; When I was ill in hospital, my mother took care of me; When I make mistakes occasionally, my mother teaches me.
Occasionally, when I meet my father's rare concern, I will symbolically ask about my study, but I am not as affectionate and careful as my mother. I suspect that even this rare concern is just to show a person's responsibility, just a form.
I don't remember how it suddenly began to rain on a dark night. After the cram school, the rain didn't stop at all. I waited anxiously for my mother hopefully. Time is ticking away. Just when I was desperate, a familiar and strange figure appeared in front of me-that was my father! My heart is not only moved by it.
My father handed me an umbrella, hugged me, made me put on rubber shoes, and then bent down to put on my shoes. In an instant, a feeling of heartache welled up in my heart. How many times this evening, how many times this weather, my mother came to pick me up, and today. ......
"where's mom?"
"Oh, your mother is not at home, and when she sees it raining so hard, she is always worried about you, so I ..."
I was surprised, and it was also a joy and a touch.
The rain is still dense, and the night is quiet and comfortable.
Gratitude arises spontaneously. I understand that time has covered up my father's love for me, and his love is always shown in this casual gesture.
At this moment, the image of my father began to grow tall in my heart. Perhaps it is his ordinary and simple love that makes me feel heartache for him. I hope this feeling will accompany me all my life. Because this feeling is a kind of love. This is a different kind of love.
You see, the long and lonely winter season has arrived ahead of time, and the biting cold wind is overwhelming with goose feathers and heavy snow. Suddenly, the world is full of silver and the sky is white.
It's so interesting to sit and watch the snow in such a beautiful time. It is better to add a fortune to the world. So I couldn't wait to run to the phone and make some calls. After a while, I went downstairs with a happy mood and came to everyone's secret base to tell them my interesting ideas, and they all agreed.
The game has already started. The game is to touch the cat. This game is different from other cat-touching games. It is played on roller skates and is very exciting. But we like to challenge what others can't do, and we like excitement. Everyone felt nervous when the slogan "Start" came out. But these have no effect on the game. The game goes on and the laughter keeps going, "Oh, it hurts, it hurts!" "Ah, my Jin Doudou can't stand this torture, she flows out from time to time. People around me asked me how I was doing. Everyone is anxious. Later, Yu Shuang called my father down and took me to the hospital. When I woke up, I saw everyone around me. When they saw that I was awake, they immediately poured me water and brought me my favorite potato chips. My tears flowed down again, but this time I was moved. People feel very sweet when they see that I am fine, just like eating honey. This sweetness is priceless.
Although I was injured, I saw my friend's true colors clearly. This day will live in my memory forever and will be engraved in my mind forever. I will always remember this kind of love-friendship.
My grandmother has never traveled far in her life. She only knows the station more than ten miles away from our village, because that's where my father took her. My father runs around all day. It's not that dad didn't want to go back to his hometown to see his old mother, but that he was too busy to make it several times.
So grandma often dreamed of my father in her dreams, dreaming that he snuggled up in her arms and dragged him home with her when she was a child. Mother and son have endless words, and then a sweet smile will appear on grandma's mouth. I woke up from my dream and sat quietly by the bed, recalling the scene in my dream. Grandma said that she likes dreaming, because in dreams, she can hold her son's hand tightly, touch his face, accept his favorite Melaleuca under the oil lamp, gently shake the cattail leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and talk to her son endlessly.
That day, she heard that her son's work was not easy, and he was running around on the road all day, which was dangerous to his life. She was very scared. She never believes in ghosts and gods. She hurried to the temple to worship idols and her forehead was black and blue. She just wants to impress the gods with her piety to protect her son's safety. That night, she had a nightmare, dreaming that her son fell in a pool of blood in the police station of the family building, and vaguely heard his son calling his mother. She was so scared that she slipped out of bed, put on her shoes and ran, thinking that her son needed me now. There were no pedestrians on the road, only the whistling north wind, continuous light rain and her thin back accompanied her.
She is a timid person, and the back door has been closed and locked at night. But today, she is not afraid at all. I don't know how many falls she made along the way. Stumbling on the road, she finally arrived at the station, looking for her son everywhere and calling his birth name. There was no acquaintance at the station, and she suddenly realized that it was just a dream! She cried. After a while, she smiled and walked slowly on her way home.
Dad soon learned about it, and the seven-foot man shed tears. Dad said he would go home no matter what. I can't walk in the wind and rain anymore.
what is love ? Love is the mother's back swaying in the wind and rain.
Today, Mr. Kang gave us a wonderful homework: Say "I love you" to my mother. I thought, what kind of homework is this? It's so simple, watch me go home and get it done in minutes!
When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I put down my schoolbag and ran into the kitchen. I was just about to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you!" " "Unexpectedly, before I could speak, my mother's words came first:" What are you doing standing here? ""Mom, I think ""What are you thinking? Do your homework quickly. Let's talk after you finish your homework! "After listening, I had to do my homework bitterly.
After finishing my homework, my mother's meal is ready. While sitting at the dinner table, I want to find a chance to say this to my mother. "Mom" and "Eat without talking, sleep without talking." Haven't you heard this sentence? Talking while eating is not conducive to food digestion! ""but ","but what? Hurry up and cook for me! "Well, it seems that this time is really not suitable for saying," Mom, I love you! " "
After dinner, I was reading and my mother was brushing Tik Tok. I remembered that the homework assigned by the teacher had not been completed, so I went to my mother's side: "Mom, I" and "What am I? Do you want to play with your mobile phone again? I don't want to play mobile phones in the future, my eyes are nearsighted, and I still want to play mobile phones all day. If this continues, I will toss my eyes into myopia sooner or later! "
At night, it's time for bed. I can't sleep under the covers, thinking that I haven't finished my homework today. As a last resort, I crept into my mother's room. My mother was asleep, but I still crustily skin of head and went to my mother and said, "Mom, I love you!" " Mother suddenly woke up with a start: "Son of a bitch, are you teasing me on purpose?" "I don't know. I can't sleep well? I finally fell asleep and was awakened by you. I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran away! " "it's not" "it's not what! If you don't sleep in the middle of the night and have nothing to do, then you must be cheating. Go to sleep! "
Alas, I was speechless when I went back to bed. Is confession really that hard? How did I meet such a "fierce" mother? I was really helpless!
Love topic composition 10 Different love brings me different feelings; Different love makes me grow;
Different love makes me successful. Aunt gave me a different kind of love, which made me feel very happy and distressed. My aunt taught me when I was in grade one. She talks about me every day, hits me with a ruler, and sometimes takes it out on me. At that time, I really hated her But I didn't know until I grew up that menstruation hit me to make me successful. In order to let me study hard, I want my aunt to teach me now. But now there is no chance.
Growing up, sometimes he was very kind to me. He will buy me whatever I want, even if he is penniless, it will not affect his love for me. Every time I go to Tongliao, he will buy me some delicious and beautiful clothes. I remember once, my brother said to my aunt, "It seems that she (I) is your own, but I'm not. You are so kind to her that you buy her everything. " But my aunt still has it. She always buys me this and that, and she still has it. Aunt, she beat me and scolded me, which will make me have today's excellent results; Aunt, he was so kind to me that I became mature and confident today. Thank my aunt for being so strict with my education and so kind to me.
My aunt gave me different love. In order to learn well, I was admitted to a key high school. Therefore, I will never fail my aunt's love for me and try my best to repay her. Menstruation's different love has benefited me all my life. I thank my dearest aunt. Never forget, a thousand words can't be said. I can only say one thing in the simplest sentence: "Aunt, I love you!" " "
Love topic composition 1 1 Every newborn baby is a weak life. In order not to hurt them, God gave them two sacred angels-father and mother. Since then, the most precious feelings in the world have been born. In my impression, my father's new care is always not in place like my mother's.
It's cold. My mother always asks me if I'm cold. My father never mentioned it. It seems that in the father's eyes, children are not important. But if not, I'm afraid I will misunderstand my father all my life. One winter, I went skiing with my family Because the ground was too slippery, my snow pole hit the snow goggles, and my lens was broken and stuck in my eye. At that time, I was completely blind, and even thought about whether I would be blind. I went to the hospital. The doctor said that the lens cut my cornea, and I cried with a "wow" because it means that my eyes may have low vision in the future. "I heard that, my mood relaxed a little.
The doctor stitched a few stitches on my cornea and bandaged it. In the evening, my family were very worried about me and took our family out for dinner. Father went out, although he said to his family, "Nothing, nothing. The doctor said he could recover his sight. " But the anxious expression on her face and the bean-sized sweat dripped into my heart. I realized that my father's love is not good at expressing, but it is the deepest and heaviest. Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm as spring even in cold winter.
Fatherly love is not as earth-shattering as maternal love, and it is not as sweet as friendship. It is like a lotus flower in summer, emitting a faint fragrance. Father's love is like a cup of strong coffee, which makes people intoxicated. Let's think about the father who loves us deeply but is not good at expressing his love when the breeze blows.
Today is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. As a "snack" since childhood, I affectionately call this traditional festival "Moon Cake Festival".
On this day, I can always eat delicious moon cakes, all made by my grandparents. There are various fillings in it: peanuts, melon seeds, brown sugar, sesame seeds, raisins and rose sauce, which are very sweet to eat. Take a bite, sweet but not greasy. It's delicious!
I like eating moon cakes, not only because they are delicious, but also because they are made for us by my grandparents. How can I not like them?
But now, my grandparents are old and have moved away, so this Mid-Autumn Festival, I didn't eat moon cakes made by my parents, but packed them in bags. I don't know if it's because I don't like it, or I miss the taste. Those moon cakes are like chewing wax.
As a song goes, "the smell of love". Yes, didn't my grandparents always taste of love in the moon cakes they made for us? Whenever I think of the familiar smell, my heart is always warm. At present, the brick courtyard wall and the buttonwood tree at the door are looming. Grandma shook the cattail leaf fan and grandpa played the erhu. Neighbors are sitting under the tree chatting, and children are running around. Near the Mid-Autumn Festival, many neighbors came to help deliver moon cakes, and the yard was very lively. Now only some bricks are scattered on the ground, and the trace of life here is just a big stump.
Taste usually contains all kinds of ups and downs, joys and sorrows of life, which is irresistible. The love blooming on the taste buds will make us have a special feeling, miss a beloved person or miss an unforgettable past.
Love topic composition 13 Whenever I quietly look at the crystal ball and listen to the music it plays, I will think of those happy and warm past events.
This crystal ball was bought by my father. We went shopping with our relatives that day. Seeing a beautiful gift shop, I pulled my father in. I took a fancy to a crystal ball. But he said he would buy it after dinner, and he went out. On the way, I really wanted it, so my dad took me back and bought one for my cousin.
This crystal ball is so beautiful. The base is a circle of grass, with a rugged stone wall, a wooden window in the middle and sun flowers all around. In the glass, two children are standing on a grass with a gravel road and a fence. The girl is holding a bunch of flowers and the boy puts a hat on her. Don't mention that cute. Shake it and snowflakes will fly all over the sky in the crystal ball. How beautiful!
The night we bought the crystal ball, we went back to grandma's house. At this time, an accident happened: I was playing with a crystal ball on the second floor, and my cousin bounced up with her crystal ball. Suddenly, the glass broke-her crystal ball broke. Dad saw it and went over and said, "It doesn't matter if it's broken. I'll buy you another one. Stop crying! " "As if nothing had happened, in an instant.
This crystal ball still exists after several years, and I have kept it all the time. It is so beautiful that I named it the ball of love. Because I just found out that on the other side of the wooden window of the base, "Sunflower Love" is written in English. Another important reason is that it is precious to me and brings me good memories. When buying love balls, I don't understand. I just think it is beautiful. Now that I think about it, it should be expensive. My dad paid 100 yuan, got back more than 20 yuan, and gave the money to my cousin ... I heard that my cousin wanted a big one at that time, but dad didn't allow it!
Ah, it seems that this thrifty father is full of love for us!
Love topic composition 14 candle lit, in front of her eyes, is a Zhang Mingliang, clean, simple tablecloth, there is a delicate big cake, fourteen red and green candles, shaking his little head happily.
The candlelight flashed, and her heart "chug" could not be calm. Oh, why can't she calm down? She lost her last relative since her father died. Since then, she has been living in cold and loneliness. On that day, the teacher took her back to the warm world! She looked up excitedly and met the teacher's gentle eyes. The teacher's forehead became more obvious under the wax light. She saw those anxious eyes with tears again.
It was a stormy night. Confused, she felt a pair of hands gently stroking her forehead, so light and gentle, like her mother. She looked out through her eyes and saw a pair of anxious eyes full of worry and love. Her heart thumped, and Huo sat up, opened his mouth and shouted "Mom". As soon as the second word "mom" was uttered, she couldn't help but be shocked. It is not her mother but her teacher who is sitting by the bed. She bowed her head sadly: her mother had left her. The teacher gently pressed her on the bed and tucked her in. Only then did she find herself lying in the teacher's bed.
The teacher looked at her and said, "You slept all night and had a bad fever. You will live with the teacher in the future! " Tears welled up in her eyes. ...
"Blow out the candles!" A word awakened her from her meditation. The teacher looked at her. She stood up slowly and blew out the candle. The candlelight disappeared before her eyes, but the light in her heart was brighter. Ah, teacher, you extended a warm hand to her when she needed maternal love most. You take care of her so carefully and help her study so modestly. You are her other mother. How she wishes to jump into your arms and shout "Mom".
Teacher, your love for her is beyond words. The teacher is a bright light in her life. Illuminate her gloomy mood when she is depressed. The teacher is a green tree in her life. Protect her from the wind and rain when she is frustrated. Teacher, your love is really different and special!