Love, like a little star in the dark, can illuminate others as well as yourself.
Love is like a lotus, pure but not evil.
Love is like a basket, bearing our beautiful memories and harvest. ....
Love is like sunshine, warming you and me.
Love is like a peach blossom, which blooms in early spring without flattery.
Love is like cold plum, long and fearless.
Love is like carnations, warm and peaceful.
Love is like spring water, clear and sweet.
Love is like spring breeze, soft and warm.
Love is like the sea, ebbing and flowing.
Love is like white clouds.
Love is like a distant mountain, which looks near and far.
Love is like getting the moon by being close to the water. Being good at swimming makes you drown.
Love is like you and me, with you and me.
Love is like air, empty and ethereal!
Love, like a roaring river, touches my heart.
Love is like a bright candle, which illuminates my heart.
Love is like jasmine, white and pure, refreshing but unpretentious.
Love, like sunshine, is bland, but it gives people infinite warmth.
Love is like spring rain. It is not as fanatical as fire, but it is carefully moistened.
Love, like a gentle breeze, gives people a full fragrance and leaves silently.
Love is like a fire. Give gasoline to burn, give air to shine.
Love is like a rose. It is said that roses are a symbol of love.
Love is like lemon candy, both sour and sweet.
Love, like sunshine, can warm others and yourself.
Like air, love is everywhere and meticulous.
Love is like starlight. Although the moon covers it, it can't stop its light.
Love is like moonlight, which gives people light without glare.
Love is like rose love, what a warm and beautiful word. People often use red roses to express love.
My mother also planted a red Provence rose in the flower bed downstairs. Every year in early summer, red Provence roses will bloom in the early morning, and flowers that absorb dew will bloom. The smell of roses hitting my face is really intoxicating.
Mother often brings a small shovel, scissors and a kettle to water the roses and trim the branches and leaves.
Every time I come back, my mother will say, "Be sure to wear gloves next time. My hand has been punctured again.
"It seems that although the rose is beautiful, it is full of thorns. Just like our love, it leaves not only sweetness, but also bitterness, quarrel and loss ... but the warmth has never drifted away in the fog of confusion, and she always lingers around us quietly.
It was in the "darkness before dawn"-the night before the mid-term exam. The clock points to 8: 30 in the evening, and my homework is still piled on the desk. I am still burning the midnight oil. I looked at the mountain of homework on my desk and thought, God, there are so many homework. It must be 1 1 at night.
After thinking about it, I gradually lost my "fighting spirit" and my writing speed became slower and slower. I can't help staring at these homework.
What equation, fraction, I have long forgotten.
"Obviously, what are you doing? Do your homework! " Mom stood by the door and said.
"I see, are you bored!" I snapped back.
Pick up a pen and do your homework casually.
After a while, I subconsciously played with the pen.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind me, "Are you going to sleep today?" I turned around and saw my mother standing behind me. I glared at her and went on with my homework.
"Six over ten can also agree that you should do your homework carefully.
"She said to me, pointing to my homework.
I thought to myself: Are you finished? When must I go to bed? Because I still have a lot of homework to finish, I feel very upset and frown, so I slammed my pen on the table-stop writing! Mom couldn't help seeing this. She vented all her grievances on me: "If you don't hurry now, you will definitely fall behind in the exam.
How can you learn well if you are so afraid of suffering? If you can't get into college in the future, you will go to the roadside to sell newspapers.
"These words deeply hurt my self-esteem, and I sat there silently angry.
After a while, my mother stroked my little head and said to me earnestly, "Yao Ming, don't be angry." Mom shouldn't have been angry with you just now. Hurry up and do your homework. "
In fact, I know in my heart that I made a mistake and it is good for me to have my mother around to criticize and educate me. Thought of here, my heart suddenly enlightened, and my mother's words moistened my heart like a drizzle; My mother's pronunciation teaching is like a bright light guiding me.
Motherly love is like a beautiful and delicate red rose, which gives me warmth and care. Occasionally, a small prick tickles me and hurts me, so I can find my own shortcomings and keep them in mind.
Love is like a rose, but thorns are also happy.
Love is like air, as time flies, in a blink of an eye, I grow into a vibrant and unruly young man.
Growing up, I couldn't help asking, "What is love?" Once, at the dinner table, I asked my mother this question.
My mother was silent for a while and said nothing but told me a true story.
There is an eight-year-old boy. He has a five-year-old sister who has been in poor health. The little boy loves his sister very much and lets her do everything.
However, the little girl suddenly fell ill and was diagnosed as thalassemia by experts. This is a very rare disease, and the cure rate is almost zero.
Illness haunts her, and she can't get rid of it, signaling death at any time.
A fragile life is about to die, but her childhood has just begun! Helpless parents had to take their children everywhere for medical treatment, but experts unanimously sentenced the girl to death.
The cruel reality makes parents miserable.
Every time facing the puzzled eyes of girls, they can only smile with tears and say, "It's okay, don't worry.
"After the little boy knew it, he shed tears of pain.
Weak, he has no strength to save his sister's life, which he knows better than anyone.
But he didn't give up, so he decided to pick up cans to make money, because in his eyes, this is the only way to make money fastest.
He gets up early in the dark and spends all his time with canned food except doing his homework. Although his classmates laughed at him and passers-by laughed at him, he never stopped. He can eat anything for his sister.
However, all the money I earned bought my sister bananas and toys that she liked.
The little boy dropped out of school because all the money in the family was used to treat his sister.
By chance, the little boy overheard the adults talking, "Don't be so persistent, your daughter's illness can't be cured.
Think about your son, such a sensible child, you can't let him drop out of school! "An insider suggested the little boy's parents.
When the man finished speaking, there was silence. The little boy never heard a word again, only his parents sobbed. He suddenly came out of the corner and came to his parents.
"Sell me and take money to treat my sister.
"The little boy said almost begging.
Simple and profound words deeply hurt the little boy's parents.
What the boy ponders over and over again, and what happens suddenly, are all music of love.
The little boy's parents held the little boy in their arms and cried silently and without tears.
Not long after that, the little girl went to see a doctor in a different place with her parents.
On the train, amid the noise, the little girl grabbed her parents and looked at them seriously.
"You threw me off the train! My illness is incurable. Take money to read for my brother! " It is such a simple sentence, but it is inexplicable pain in parents' hearts.
After listening to it, I felt so depressed, so sad, so moved, so admired, so speechless.
Yes, I can't speak, and any revision is to understand this great love.
Suddenly, I found that my mother explained the true meaning of love to me countless times in my life, but I lacked the discovery, feeling and exploration of love.
Love is actually like air, a gas, ...
Love is like sunshine. Love is a beautiful thing. You can't feel where it is, but sometimes it is beside you.
Sometimes like a ray of sunshine, it shines into your heart and warms your heart.
Sometimes it is sweet, like honey.
Last winter, grandpa fell ill and was admitted to the local hospital.
When mom found out, she immediately asked for leave to take care of grandpa.
A few days later, grandpa's illness worsened, and my mother ran around to help grandpa transfer to another hospital.
After being transferred to the hospital in Liuzhou, our family was relieved.
Later, my period was to take care of my grandfather. I kept vigil every day during my period, taking care of my grandfather, and my eyes were bloodshot.
Menstruation is cooked at home every day and sent to my mother at noon.
One day, my mother and I went to deliver food to grandpa.
As soon as I entered the ward, my mother asked my grandfather, "Dad, how do you feel? Is it better? " Grandpa smiled and said, "It's okay, you don't have to worry."
"The Five Classics took out thermos flask, helped Grandpa take out the rice, carefully put away the pillow, took out a blanket and covered him with his back to help him sit down and eat more comfortably.
Grandpa was very anxious when eating, but his mother couldn't help but say loudly, "Dad, please eat slowly and don't worry."
"Grandpa slowed down, and my mother just sat there looking at grandpa.
At this time, it is rare to have a sunny day in the cold winter.
The warm sunshine shines into the ward through the window and on everyone, making people feel warm in the cold winter. The scenery in the ward is so quiet and beautiful.
Oh, love is like sunshine, love is like sunshine.
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It's a rainy day.
My mother bought a lot of vegetables from the vegetable market under an umbrella. I was anxious to finish an article entitled "Love is like …" and asked, "Mom, what do you think?" Mother shook off the rain beads on the umbrella, thoughtfully, and said to me, "Love is like an umbrella in my hand!" " "After listening to this, I think my mother's answer is very rustic. She can say things like "love is like tea", "love is like wine" and "love is like a flower". Why do you say "love is like an umbrella"? Mom went to the kitchen to cook braised fish.
I know, dad likes to eat braised fish best! At noon, my father came back and looked a little embarrassed. My mother asked my father to take a hot bath.
Father came out, mother served a sumptuous dish, and the family finished their lunch talking and laughing.
I wanted to let my father have a good rest, but my father had something to do and had to drag his tired body out again.
When I was about to go out, my mother stopped her, handed my father an umbrella and kindly told him to walk slowly. The road is slippery in rainy days, so pay attention to safety ... I went to the window and looked at my father who was walking in a hurry in the rain, and also looked at the umbrella that sheltered him from the wind and rain.
Looking at it, I suddenly understood the meaning of "love is like an umbrella" that my mother said. My father's love for me and my mother is like an umbrella in the rain, seemingly inconspicuous, but it is always sheltering me and my mother from the wind and rain! But my mother's love is like an umbrella under the scorching sun, which brings me and my father a cool and warm feeling.
Oh, love is like an umbrella, love is like an umbrella.
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What is love like? 800 words love is like jasmine. Some people say that love is like white, pure, fragrant and lasting jasmine. Some people say that love is like an umbrella for shelter from the wind and rain, sun and summer; Some people say that love is like a cup of hot tea; I said, love is like caring.
Although dull, it reveals the true feelings ... in my family, it is full of true, touching, but ordinary love.
I remember once, I was sick, and my mother took me to the hospital anxiously.
Then I took the medical record and ran to the first floor to register, and then I ran to the second floor to get the medicine.
Then he took me to the injection site for intravenous drip, panting and sweating.
After I finished the injection, my mother kept asking me: Does the needle-pricking hand hurt? Are you hungry? Unconsciously, an hour passed and the needle was finished.
When I got home at night, I went to bed early, but my mother didn't sleep well all night.
She wakes me up every hour to drink a glass of water and wakes me up at three in the morning to take medicine.
It is precisely because my mother took such pains to take care of me and gave me meticulous care that my illness only recovered in a few days.
One more thing, deeply engraved in my mind.
When school was over that afternoon, it suddenly rained heavily and blew strongly.
The weather suddenly turned cold, even a little cold.
Just when I was worried about how to get home, my father came in the rain with an umbrella, and I ran happily.
Along the way, my father left me most of the space of the umbrella in order not to get wet, and I didn't care if my clothes got wet.
After a while, we got home. I was not caught in the rain at all, but my father's clothes were wet.
In this way, I grew up with the love and care of my parents.
I feel the hard work of my parents, so sometimes I will remind my mother that it is cold and put on more clothes; Offer a cup of tea to my father after work.
Oh, love is like caring, love is like caring!
Time flies in the spring breeze. I never know what tiredness is. I felt tired in the review of the final exam for the first time.
In the past, the teacher always called me naughty, but I retorted that I studied well, but now it's different. This is an extraordinary period, and the upcoming entrance examination has pushed me to the brink of collapse again and again.
Only then did I realize how bad my grades were. I took a few questions to do and got stuck several times. I started to panic, but I couldn't think of a clue when I opened the book. Those English words that I have memorized by heart are now beginning to leave my mind, and even Chinese words with profound meanings are beginning to forget ... I began to despair, just lying in bed with my eyes closed and thinking nothing.
Although I know this is not what I should do, what can I do? I am not a diligent student. I have never worked hard for anything. I even thought it was ridiculous, but what happened? Did it work? No, it's a failure, it's a loss, it's a pity ... Now, my grades have fallen to this point, not only the teacher is disappointed in me, but I'm also beginning to despair of myself ... The teacher began to be wary, found my abnormality, and often taught me a lesson on this, but I didn't appreciate it. I was numb at that time and couldn't listen to anything.
The teacher was talking about the topic, and I nodded in a daze, thinking, stop it, it's no use talking.
In this way, I spent a week ... Needless to say, the result of the mock exam was terrible.
The teacher was surprised. She wants to know what she has achieved in a week's teaching.
She called me to my office and asked me how I was doing. I shook my head and smiled bitterly.
She took a deep breath and I smiled contemptuously in my mind.
Sure enough, she began to do ideological work, so I listened one by one.
"Do you really want to?" Hearing this sentence, I looked up at her in surprise.
"Are you really willing to give up like this? Are you really willing to waste a semester's hard work? " Seeing that I was silent, she added, "You know very well that you are not a stupid student or a bad student. Look at your grades last semester.
Thanks to my teacher's help, I achieved unprecedented good results in the final exam. This is my teacher's help and of course my own efforts.
I used to despise the metaphor that "teachers are like gardeners and we are flowers". Now, I know that the teacher is the spring breeze, and we are bathed in the spring breeze ... Love is like a tense atmosphere in the air, infecting every examinee who greets it, and everyone greedily "gnaws" books.
I am no exception.
Maybe the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination is too great, and I am very upset.
In the dead of night, I am still looking through my Chinese book in confusion, but I can't understand it at all.
At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in with a cup of hot milk in her hand.
"Steve, the senior high school entrance examination will be held tomorrow. Don't read tonight, drink milk and go to bed early! " Mom said with concern with a smile.
Although I know my mother's mind, my irritability has turned me into a hedgehog, and my mother has become the object of venting.
"I don't want to drink. I don't even have time to read. Do I still have time to drink milk? " I don't look up.
"Tomorrow's exam, you'd better go to bed early, or you'll have no spirit tomorrow.
"Mother's tone with a hint of anxiety.
"You leave me alone! I can't read my book! " I yelled at my mother.
The atmosphere suddenly became very dead and embarrassing. My mother was stabbed all over by me, like a turtle without a shell.
I know my mother cares about me, and I know I hurt my mother.
In fact, I really don't want to say those harsh words, but I don't know why, as soon as I opened my mouth, these words came out like a barrage.
My mother silently tidied up the books I put on the bed. Seeing that I was not "sleepy", I turned around and sighed and closed the door gently ... Listening to my mother's footsteps behind the door and looking at the steaming milk in front of me, my heart was full of guilt. I want to run out and say "sorry" to my mother.
However, I have no courage.
In this silent night, I hurt my mother, but my mother laughed it off and was so tolerant of me.
Broad maternal love makes me feel great, but it also makes me feel guilty.
I turned off the light and heard my mother approaching and leaving. I looked at the ceiling and made up my mind that I would apologize to my mother tomorrow.
Suddenly I feel that my mother's love is like air, which keeps me alive and often forgets its existence.
Comments In the specific environment of the examination room, the touch and collision of the topic of "maternal love" made the little author's heart tremble.
So the little author opened his heart and concentrated and sublimated his deep feelings of guilt, repentance and gratitude.
So unpretentious, so real and touching.
"Mother's love is like air", what an apt metaphor.
The ever-present maternal love in my life "keeps me alive".
In the face of maternal love, "we often forget its existence" and even "hurt" it.
And maternal love is holding a cup of hot milk, smiling and saying with concern, with a hint of anxiety in the tone, quietly cleaning up, closing the door gently, approaching and leaving ... These scenes are more inclusive and broad in playback.
It is precisely because of these meticulous descriptions and unpretentious words that people are moved.
And those heartfelt confidences: "I know my mother cares about me, and I know I hurt my mother."
In fact, I really don't want to say those sharp and mean words, but I don't know why, as soon as I opened my mouth, these words popped up like a barrage "... true and natural, which resonated with my peers.
Love is like jasmine. Some people say that love is like white, pure, fragrant and lasting jasmine. Some people say that love is like an umbrella for shelter from the wind and rain, sun and summer; Some people say that love is like a cup of hot tea; I said, love is like caring.
Although dull, it reveals the true feelings ... in my family, it is full of true, touching, but ordinary love.
I remember once, I was sick, and my mother took me to the hospital anxiously.
Then I took the medical record and ran to the first floor to register, and then I ran to the second floor to get the medicine.
Then he took me to the injection site for intravenous drip, panting and sweating.
After I finished the injection, my mother kept asking me: Does the needle-pricking hand hurt? Are you hungry? Unconsciously, an hour passed and the needle was finished.
When I got home at night, I went to bed early, but my mother didn't sleep well all night.
She wakes me up every hour to drink a glass of water and wakes me up at three in the morning to take medicine.
It is precisely because my mother took such pains to take care of me and gave me meticulous care that my illness only recovered in a few days.
One more thing, deeply engraved in my mind.
When school was over that afternoon, it suddenly rained heavily and blew strongly.
The weather suddenly turned cold, even a little cold.
Just when I was worried about how to get home, my father came in the rain with an umbrella, and I ran happily.
Along the way, my father left me most of the space of the umbrella in order not to get wet, and I didn't care if my clothes got wet.
After a while, we got home. I was not caught in the rain at all, but my father's clothes were wet.
In this way, I grew up with the love and care of my parents.
I feel the hard work of my parents, so sometimes I will remind my mother that it is cold and put on more clothes; Offer a cup of tea to my father after work.
Oh, love is like caring, love is like caring! ...
What is love like? What is love like? Some people say that love is the sea, it is boundless; Some people say that love is cotton candy, sweet; Some people say that love is an umbrella ... and I say that love is the sea, cotton candy, umbrella and even spring rain, because love, like spring rain, "moistens things silently."
Love is like the Mao Mao rain, which falls slowly to the world, and will not feel anything when it falls on people.
Love is like this. Maybe someone else left a mark of love on you, and you didn't know anything about it.
For example, some actions, expressions and words that are too ordinary and abnormal may have traces of love.
For example, your parents help you make breakfast, send you to school, take you home and chat with you every day. These are all parents' love for you. I wish you good health, academic progress and happiness every day.
The exhortation when going out, the inquiry when coming home late ... these are full of love, and they are the care and concern between relatives.
Once, I went to class alone, and it suddenly began to rain on the road, so I had to walk in the rain. At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in my ear. I looked back and saw that my father was wearing a raincoat to send me an umbrella. He handed me the umbrella and said, "Look, be careful, don't catch cold. I'll go first. "
"Say that finish, he soon disappeared in the hazy rain and fog.
I didn't feel anything at the time. Later, I felt my father's deep love ... Some people might ask, "Is that all the love like spring rain?" Not necessarily, some love is straightforward, just like a storm; Some love may not be understood by others, but in the final analysis, it is love.
Oh, love is like spring rain, love is like spring rain.
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Write an article about what love is like. Love is like an umbrella. It's a rainy day.
My mother bought a lot of vegetables from the vegetable market under an umbrella. I was anxious to finish an article entitled "Love is like …" and asked, "Mom, what do you think?" Mother shook off the rain beads on the umbrella, thoughtfully, and said to me, "Love is like an umbrella in my hand!" " "After listening to this, I think my mother's answer is very rustic. She can say things like "love is like tea", "love is like wine" and "love is like a flower". Why do you say "love is like an umbrella"? Mom went to the kitchen to cook braised fish.
I know, dad likes to eat braised fish best! At noon, my father came back and looked a little embarrassed. My mother asked my father to take a hot bath.
Father came out, mother served a sumptuous dish, and the family finished their lunch talking and laughing.
I wanted to let my father have a good rest, but my father had something to do and had to drag his tired body out again.
When she was about to leave home, her mother stopped her, handed her father an umbrella, and kindly told him to walk slowly. The road was slippery in rainy days and should pay attention to safety. ...
Today is my mother's seventy-third birthday. As the saying goes, seventy-three is a hurdle.
She was hospitalized twice this year, and we all spent it in constant worry. After this pass, we pray that she can rush to the 84th pass again.
According to my mother's principle of not planning a birthday, I will review, commemorate and thank my mother by writing a blog, and of course I will choose a bunch of carnations representing health and happiness for her.
In my mother's life, I have experienced countless ups and downs. In retrospect, times have changed. Facing my white-haired mother, as a daughter, I am so touched! Mother, the first teacher in my life, gave us life, gave us hope, and gave us infinite care ... It is worth remembering from time to time and being grateful all my life! My mother is a hardworking, simple, straightforward, kind, intelligent, self-reliant and self-reliant person.
Living in the countryside since childhood, she is the second child, and there are five siblings below. At an early age, she played an important role in the family, taking care of her brothers and sisters, doing housework and helping them with their homework.
My mother has been smart since she was a child and has always studied well. She learned from it that she was a top student in college. She also served as the stationmaster of the school radio station and the center of the school basketball team. Because of her excellent grades and all-round development, she and her father stayed at school and went to their own teaching career.
My mother is hardworking and capable. She has always left the impression of a strong woman in her years of work, and she is also famous for her ingenuity.
When I was studying, she did all the housework at home, sewing clothes and knitting sweaters. She knows everything. The flowers and animals embroidered on my clothes are lifelike, lifelike. When I was a child, skirts were always exaggerated to look good.
After retirement, the clothes of grandchildren have been made in batches and are often praised. A mother pours her love for her children into a thread.
The education of children begins with being an upright, honest and kind person, but her desire for children makes her willing to be a ladder.
In my later years, my mother told me that it is never too late to study, and it is never too late to study. Only by reading newspapers and doing more useful things can people be full and happy ... She and her father have done a lot of good things for the community, and signed a donation book (I didn't understand it at first), interpreting life from many angles such as science, environmental protection and dedication! Show civilization with the actions they can! With the passage of time, my understanding of the meaning of mother in my life has gradually become more and more extensive. Facing my past years, I feel the greatness of my mother in my life! Yes, mother, as half of our life, not only gave birth to life, but also became an inexhaustible source of our life, and her selfless dedication, selfless love and selfless life became a portrayal of mother's personality.
Mom, let me know the meaning of love! Great love is silent, maternal love is like water, and this kind of love is gentle and deep! In recent years, my mother was ill, and I took my parents from Tianjin to Wuhan to make up for the lack of filial piety for many years. Sometimes I take time to wash my feet and cut my nails, but this trivial behavior touched my mother very much.
I gently stroked my mother's soles. I heard that there are veins all over my body. I comb my mother's hair like frost with a comb. Year after year, I watched the black hair there slowly covered with frost, although it was still a little unruly and disobedient, just like my mother's footsteps that could not be eased all her life, always moving forward in such a hurry ... something wet must have wet my eyes.
Now, my mother has failed, how can I not let the tide rise? The fragrance of carnations pervades, and my daughter's blessing lingers in my mother's ear, with a comforting smile on her face and the simplest and most sincere affection in the world.
As children, as long as we do something for our mother, the tide of happiness and satisfaction will overflow and swell in our mother's heart and flow far away. ...
Spreading all the love like caring in my home is full of this true, touching and ordinary love.
I remember once, I was sick, and my mother took me to the hospital anxiously.
Then I took the medical record and ran to the first floor to register, and then I ran to the second floor to get the medicine.
Then he took me to the injection site for intravenous drip, panting and sweating.
After I finished the injection, my mother kept asking me: Does the needle-pricking hand hurt? Are you hungry? Unconsciously, an hour passed and the needle was finished.
When I got home at night, I went to bed early, but my mother didn't sleep well all night.
She wakes me up every hour to drink a glass of water and wakes me up at three in the morning to take medicine.
It is precisely because my mother took such pains to take care of me and gave me meticulous care that my illness only recovered in a few days.
One more thing, deeply engraved in my mind.
When school was over that afternoon, it suddenly rained heavily and blew strongly.
The weather suddenly turned cold, even a little cold.
Just when I was worried about how to get home, my father came in the rain with an umbrella, and I ran happily.
Along the way, my father left me most of the space of the umbrella in order not to get wet, and I didn't care if my clothes got wet.
After a while, we got home. I was not caught in the rain at all, but my father's clothes were wet.
In this way, I grew up with the love and care of my parents.
I feel the hard work of my parents, so sometimes I will remind my mother that it is cold and put on more clothes; Offer a cup of tea to my father after work.
Oh, love is like caring, love is like caring! ...
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