On the night of the composition 1, love has gradually faded, and there is a kind of joy. I opened the door, but there was no one in front of me. One step, two steps, three steps, I opened the door of the room and found a large family laughing around.
Suddenly, I suddenly felt as if something was missing in my heart. At the door, I said nothing and my eyes were dim. Then I closed the door silently, and no one found me leaving, just as they didn't find me coming back.
I washed it as usual and lay in bed, feeling that the whole room was empty and empty. Flying by, I saw the lights in the room go out one by one, but no one came to see me.
The next day, I went to class as usual. I took out my book to hand in, and suddenly I found a piece of paper on my exercise book, which clearly stated the specific solutions to two problems I couldn't do yesterday. I didn't ask my parents as usual because the topic we were told yesterday was empty and he would explain it in class. I looked at the handwriting carefully and it was very clear. At that moment, I was shocked
Yesterday? Before going to bed, my father was still working overtime and didn't go home. So, where did this come from?
I guess my father must have written to me after he came home last night. The process of solving the problem was so clear, as if he were tutoring me. At that moment, my heart was warm and I showed it for a long time.
I suddenly realized that at that moment, I felt the lack of love. In fact, I was not lacking, but I was too sensitive. That neat and orderly handwriting is meticulous love.
It turns out that love has always been with me, and I never left!
Love has always been in composition 2. My mother loves me very much. When I am hungry, my mother will prepare delicious meals at the first time. When I was sick, my mother made funny moves to tease me in order to let me take medicine. When the seasons change, my mother will add or subtract clothes for me according to the change of temperature ... I am very happy with such meticulous care. But I don't know why, since I was eight years old, my feeling of happiness has faded.
My mother taught me to do housework and clean the room by myself. When changing seasons, it's up to you to change clothes; Caught a cold, let me read the instructions and decide how to eat … I don't understand why my mother has changed so much. Does she not love me anymore? Where did my old mother go? I'm a little sad and even angry. Mom said nothing, her attitude was lukewarm, and she didn't care what I thought at all.
At that time, I often hid in the quilt and thought, "Mom must have been switched. She is not a real mother!" " "However, life goes on, and I'm getting used to it.
On one occasion, the school organized a large social class activity, one of which was "learning to make sesame cakes". The teacher demonstrated once and gave each of us a small dough to make by ourselves. Many students don't want to and haven't touched it. How can they learn it at once? I have no confidence either, so I have to bite the bullet and do it. Unexpectedly, I was the first to finish it! In the applause of everyone, I thought that my mother always asked me to participate in the production of pasta, which invisibly cultivated my skills in kneading dough. I should thank my mother for this successful performance.
I heard such a story in the speech contest-the love of mother lion. Different from other animal mothers, the lioness dotes on her children, but constantly experiences the little lion and gives it the ability to survive. It suddenly dawned on me that my mother is also cultivating me and wants me to master more life skills and become a self-reliant person.
It turns out that mom's love has always been there, but in different ways.
Love has been in composition 3. I am doing my homework. Mom said that only when the homework is finished can you read books and go out to play. So this morning was particularly boring, and I was overwhelmed by words and formulas. Hey, why doesn't mom understand me?
Just when I was thinking, my mother pushed the door and came in, put a glass of water on the table and said, "Drink the water, don't be angry." I looked at my mother's back and fell into reverie.
During the summer vacation, I run with my mother every morning. I can't run after only one lap. I said to my mother, "Mom, I'm tired. I'm sure I can't finish three laps. " Mom said, "Come on, I believe you can!" " "I get up all my strength to keep up with my mother.
After running for two laps, I was so tired that I couldn't help saying to my mother, "Let's have a rest!" " "But my mother said firmly," Now that you have decided, you must stick to it and never give up halfway. "After running for a while, my mother said," Come on for the last 50 meters! "I asked my mother with a smile, which straw killed the camel? Mother was speechless and said, "I'll tell you a story after running." "Driven by curiosity, I finished the last half lap. When I wanted to hear this story, my mother disappeared.
When I woke up from my messy thoughts, my mother's voice came from outside: "Baby, come and drink yogurt!" " "I thought while drinking yogurt: It turns out that my mother's love has always been there.
Love has been in composition 4. I am alone in the small bookstore, immersed in silence and tranquility, reminiscing and longing.
Occasionally, I looked up and saw my mother's busy figure, and the warm current came to my heart. How hard it is for my mother to make rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea! I know it is mom's love for us that makes her pay without regrets.
When I was a child, I was weak and prone to illness. I caught a bad cold after being caught in the rain, and my temperature was as high as 39 degrees. Even if I feel weak and dizzy, I will worry about the final exam next week. Why do you get sick at such an important stage? Alas! I can't help but frown, and suddenly I feel more headache. My mother read my mind and whispered to me, "Take the medicine and get some sleep. Don't worry, it won't delay your study. " I looked at her incredulously. I fell asleep after taking the medicine. When I woke up the next day, my mother said to me with a book, "I'll take a day off from school and ask the teacher about the content of the lecture." I'll tell you something now. ""really? "I was both surprised and moved. That's it. Mom made up lessons for me.
When I was sick, my mother not only worked every day, but also asked the teacher about the content of the lecture that day and thought about how to impart knowledge to me more vividly. Let me learn more easily, looking at my mother's haggard figure and red eyes, I can't help but burst into tears. My mother's love for me melted into my heart with tears!
Love, like a heart lamp, is always on, illuminating the road ahead and guiding me to grow.
Love has been in composition 5. When I was very young, my mother took care of me, cared for me and took care of me. Up to now, mom is still like that.
Everyone asks me a lot of questions: "Did you get the book? Is the pen ready to fill with water? Have you finished all your homework? "Every time I hear this, I say" Oh "impatiently. I thought to myself, I have to take care of myself at this age. It's really annoying
After going out, my friend said to me, "Your mother is so funny. Everyone knows that when you go out, you should be reminded to look at the traffic lights. " All the other friends laughed. For a moment, I suddenly hated my mother. I made up my mind not to say a word to my mother again. I'm so embarrassed. When I got home, I stopped talking to my mother. My mother came to me with information and asked me questions. I ignored him and went back to my room. I ignore my mother almost every day, but I don't feel guilty at all Listen to dad. Mom cries every night. I softened a lot at that time, but I immediately thought that it was all his own fault and now I regret it.
When I got home, I saw my mother cooking a table for me. I couldn't help jumping in front of my mother and begging her to forgive me. Finally, my mother answered me with a kind smile.
This made me understand the greatness of my mother, which is the most interesting and valuable lesson in my life.
Love has been in composition 6. A cloud weighs as much as an elephant, but do you know why it doesn't fall? Because there is a warm current below to hold the clouds, and love is like this warm current.
Standing on the bridge of my hometown pond, the breeze brushed my face, and the memory of ten years ago came back to me. I was only two years old that year.
It was a sunny day and I was playing by the pond. I don't know what I saw in the water, but I'm curious. The ego is like a tank, moving forward bravely, with one foot in the water, and everything is silent. I couldn't hear anything, so I went into the water. I didn't know I was already in the water. Slowly, I became shorter. Now that I think about it, I have a lingering fear. A little girl went deeper and deeper in the water, as if she would sink into the water if she took another step.
Just then, an uncle walked by the pond and suddenly shouted, "Oh dear! Whose child fell into the water! " Regardless of the danger, he jumped off the bridge and made a splash. At this time, I woke up from a rude awakening, crying with fear and fluttering, but I was still submerged. Grandma screamed with fear when she heard the sound of running. My uncle picked me up and swam to the shore. As soon as I landed, my grandmother held me in her arms and thanked my uncle with tears and laughter.
The next day, I was sent back to Hangzhou by my grandmother. Grandma was in a cold sweat as soon as she remembered it afterwards.
Every time I think about it, I am very moved. I got help from others, and I will try my best to help others. Because I believe in love, I have always been there.
Love has always been in life, and everyone has regrets. My regret is that I didn't thank him in time.
I didn't attend the military training because of mycoplasma infection. I was tortured by illness for a long time and finally recovered after a week.
The first time I used a medicine, I lost it from 3 pm to 9 pm at once, because I couldn't lose it too fast, and it would be uncomfortable to lose it too fast.
But that night, I forgot to thank my uncle for his company, because I was so excited.
Lying in the hospital bed, I suddenly want to go to the toilet, but my father is not here, only my mother is around, but I don't want my mother to accompany me to the toilet. After all, I am a man, and finally I decided to take the risk alone.
I have an infusion set in one hand and a liquid in the other. I was in trouble when I went to the toilet. what can I do? Hang it on the wall, but there is no place to hang it. Just when I was in a hurry, an uncle came over. He probably thought I couldn't help lifting the liquid for me without saying anything.
But in the end, I didn't even say thank you. I might be very touched.
When I went back to tell my mother about it, my mother called me rude and didn't even say thank you. Actually, I regret it myself
I found that love is always there, whether it is the love of family or friends, just because some of us ignore the love around us.
Love has been in composition 8 "Didi ..." The ear is full of the whistle of vehicles, accompanied by the noise of the crowd. An intersection is blocked.
"There are so many cars! ..... "People waiting anxiously beside complained and kept honking their horns. The car in front moves slowly, followed by pedestrians. The whole road is moving, stop, move, stop.
Finally, vehicles and people flow. Dad took me to buy clothes. When I came to a crossroads, I inadvertently looked to the left. I found an old woman riding a bicycle, looking around, her face full of anxiety. Suddenly, grandma and the car shook together, and at that moment I already knew what would happen in the next second. Sure enough, with a splash, she and her bike fell straight to the ground. There seems to be a strong magnet on the side, which just sucked her in and spilled the contents of the basket all over the floor. The onlookers looked at the grandmother coldly at that moment and were indifferent. After an awkward silence for a second or two, a man in a yellow jacket ran quickly past, and the word "traffic police" was written on the back of the jacket.
He lifted the old man up slowly, patted the dust off her body and asked, "Are you all right?" The old man nodded, and then ran to the side to pick up the dropped items for the old man. He carefully picked them up one by one, lifted the car and put it in the basket. When the old man saw it, he hurried to one side and thanked him: "Thank you!" "You're welcome, you ride slowly!" The old man rode away slowly, and passers-by stopped to watch. But that scene touched me deeply.
It turns out that love has always been around us.
Love always finishes school on Friday, and it's already late. Passing by the nearby food market, I saw a mother and daughter coming out. Mother was holding several bags of vegetables, and the little girl cleverly took a bag of vegetables from her mother. The sunshine dragged out my long shadow, and the laughter of mother and daughter drifted away. I looked down. How long ago, my mother and I bought food hand in hand.
One day many years ago, my parents left me for another city. I still remember my crying and my mother's helpless tears. I had to watch the car go away. I felt the red rope bracelet my mother bought me, and it seemed that a small piece was missing. I hope the car breaks down suddenly, so I can see my parents again and let them stay with me for a while.
From then on, I was most afraid of the coming of the weekend. My mother used to take me to cram school. Don't know how to face the sudden blank time. When I am free, I can only lie at the window and think about it. Thinking of this, I remembered my mother again. Endless thoughts occupy my heart. Sometimes my mother just makes a phone call and listens to a voice thousands of miles away, and a smile will crawl all over my face.
I remember one day in the sixth grade, it began to rain in a gray sky. When I got home, my mother was standing at the door. The warmth in my mother's arms dispelled all the cold in the air, and I couldn't help crying again. The rain outside the window hit the glass, but this time it seemed to be joy.
I sat on the sofa, looking at the busy figure I haven't seen for a long time. There is a long-lost fragrance in the kitchen. I went to the table and put a chopstick and shredded potatoes in. My mother smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?" "hmm." I nodded hard, enjoying the fragrance in my mouth and the warmth brought by my long-lost mother.
I used to think that my parents left me in this city and were indifferent to my love. Now I understand that their love has been guarding behind me, never leaving, not far from Wan Li.
Love has been writing 10 love, what is it? Love, where? How to get love?
These seemingly strange questions often appear in my mind. These questions have been accompanied by my curiosity for several years, and I often look for answers, but every time I get nothing-as an ignorant teenager, it is still difficult for me to understand and grasp such a profound and abstract concept.
I went to the street to look for love. I found that the common word love can be seen almost everywhere, but I happened to meet a touching scene of "college students kindly help the elderly and grandpa on the road, thank you very much for being right". After reading it, as a member of the Small Journalists Association, I couldn't help interviewing. The college student said to his behavior: "I believe the world is still full of love, but I just contributed more." During my interview, the old man has been thanking the college student. Yes, the world is full of love. I benefited a lot from this trip. I understand that love is friendly care and the most sincere and pure emotion between people.
On Teacher's Day, I was looking for love at school again. I heard the sound of reading, saw the teacher's desk full of gifts, and saw the teacher's happy expression and still serious work. I see, teachers are great professions. They are willing to burn themselves and point out the right direction for students' bright future. The love between teachers and students is also priceless.
I couldn't wait to know the answer, so I went to my mother for advice. My mother mysteriously told me that all kinds of love will always be by your side. Now, I understand this sentence. Yes, parents' love for mom and dad, teachers' love for me, and all kinds of love from everyone in society ... I said I was surrounded by love!
Now, I don't have to look for the answer about love. Because I have understood that love exists forever!
Love has always been in the composition of 1 1. That year's eve, the quiet heavy snow covered the village with a layer of silver. Xue Rui heralds a bumper harvest year, and this village is full of peace and joy peculiar to the countryside.
On the morning of the first day of the first month, grandpa came to me and said, "Qiqi, it's snowing heavily. Get up and make a snowman." Ze's brother and Yue's sister and I chased and played in the snow and had snowball fights, not to mention how happy we were. Grandpa is snowballing, getting bigger and bigger. Before long, grandpa's "works" came out. Snowman's round belly, big head and thick neck are very funny. I smiled and asked my grandfather, "Why is this snowman so stupid?" So, my grandfather and I slimmed down the snowman and added a beautiful long tail braid, a small mouth, a nose and eyebrows to the snowman. It was beautiful. I asked grandpa to give the snowman a name. Grandpa shook his head for a long time and said, you are Kei girl, so "she" should be called Snow Girl.
I miss my schoolmate and go to see her from time to time. However, I found that Snow Girl is slowly melting and getting thinner. When I was sleeping, I asked my grandfather, "Will Xueyan miss her mother?" Grandpa pricked me with stubble and said distressfully, "You are such a silly girl".
I am 10 years old this year.
I have all kinds of love but I don't know it. I naively thought that grandpa's love seemed like a snow girl who would miss her mother in the snow.
Love faded on the night of composition 12, and there was laughter at home. I opened the door, but there was no one in front of me. One step, two steps, three steps, I opened the door of my grandmother's room and found a large family smiling around my brother.
Suddenly, I suddenly felt as if something was missing in my heart. Standing at the door, I said nothing and my eyes were dim. Then I closed the door silently, and no one found me leaving, just as they didn't find me coming back.
I washed it as usual and lay in bed, feeling that the whole room was empty and empty. Time flies. I saw the lights in the room go out one by one, but no one came to see me.
The next day, I went to class as usual. I took out my exercise book and prepared to hand it in. Suddenly, I found a piece of paper in it, which clearly wrote the specific answers to two questions I couldn't do yesterday. I didn't ask my parents as usual, because the teacher told us yesterday that the questions that I couldn't do were empty and he would explain them in class. I looked at the handwriting carefully and it was obvious that it was written by my father. At that moment, I was shocked
Yesterday? Before going to bed, my father was still working overtime and didn't go home. So, where did this come from?
I guess my father must have written to me after he came home last night. The process of solving the problem was so clear that he seemed to be tutoring me. At that moment, my heart was warm and I showed a long-lost smile.
I suddenly realized that at that moment, I felt the lack of love. In fact, I was not lacking, but I was too sensitive. That neat and orderly handwriting is meticulous love.
It turns out that love has always been with me, and I never left!
Love has been in the composition 13. Time flies.
I grew from a toddler holding grandpa's big hand to a fancy boy, while grandpa grew old day by day. Every time I mention my grandfather, my father always has an anxiety that he wants to raise a child and can't be with him.
Grandpa is 8 1 year-old, but his body has been very strong.
As soon as the mid-term exam was over, my father called me to the study to talk. Father said that grandpa was ill, very serious, in the late stage of liver cancer, and the doctor said that he might die soon. As he spoke, my father changed his mind, stopped serious conversation, choked and looked sad.
Grandpa's current situation scares me. Those warm hands that raised me are so weak now; Eyes that were once full of love are now dim; The leg that took me all over the mountain roads and ridges in my hometown can't support his body now ... Dad said to grandpa, "Dad, Qiqi has come to see you." Grandpa slowly raised his hand with a drip and caressed my face. My tears are like a broken pearl. Grandpa gently wiped the tears from my cheeks: "Kiki doesn't cry, doesn't cry." Then, the other hand trembled and groped under the pillow, took out 200 yuan and stuffed it into my pocket.
Endless sadness came and I cried.
20xx65438+February 25th 12: 50, Grandpa died suddenly in Xikou's hometown.
I know grandpa's love has always been there and never left. Selfless and deep, broad and heavy. I know that at the age of 17, I am still unable to repay my grandfather's kindness and love, but I firmly believe that in the days to come, grandpa's love will still stretch out like an arm.
There are always cherry trees in the dream, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.