Love is everywhere, love is everywhere, and love is all over the world. Maybe you were scolded by your parents for your mistakes. Perhaps, you were scolded by your teacher for doing something dangerous ... When you were scolded and reprimanded, did you think about your parents, teachers and others' love for you and their worries about your life? Beating is pro, scolding is love, but in fact, this beating and scolding are all others' love for themselves, meticulous care and selfless love. We should thank them, not complain and resent them because they are accused.
Love beyond space, love transcends boundaries. Love has no national boundaries. People without vegetation can be ruthless. Besides, the vegetation is affectionate. When the leaves are brutally scraped off, the trees will give out bouts of crying. When the roots of big trees are ruthlessly cut down by loggers, big trees will wither, because they love big trees and can't bear to watch them cut down alive ... Thus, love has no boundaries. Flowers and trees are sentient beings and righteous, not to mention, we should take good care of others.
Love is colorful because of hate. My parents are full of hope for us, but they hate iron and steel. Teachers educate us and hope that we will become pillars when we grow up, but what about us? What did you do? They are disobedient and still angry with the teacher. In fact, their strictness and hatred are full of love for themselves. I hope we can remember them when we grow up and benefit us for life.
Love is a part of life. Without love, where can there be such a harmonious society and such a peaceful world today?
Love can contain everything. Love is like a melting pot, which can melt the hard ice between us and make us create a beautiful world together in a friendly way. Love can make a guilty person turn over a new leaf and turn over a new leaf. We can also hug him with love and let creativity know that love can dissolve hatred.
Who is best for me? The greatest person in the world is my mother, and my mother's love is selfless love and great love. Mother's love for us is beyond our lifetime. Mother's love for us is selfless and asks for nothing in return.
I'm glad I have such a mother. I'm very picky about food. Whenever I eat, my mother always tries to cook all kinds of delicious food for me and make me eat well in various ways. He also took me to eat KFC and steak. Once I didn't want to eat, my mother said to me, "I'll give you an ice cream as long as you finish eating." It was very kind of my mother to finish my meal in one bite.
Whenever I am sick, my mother will take care of me and love me. If I don't attend the new course, she will explain it to me with a book and teach me to know new words. If I have a cold and fever and my head is dizzy, my mother will take the trouble to carry me to school.
My mother is most concerned about my study. Whether it is windy, rainy, cold or hot; My mother always drives me to school. When I can't do some questions in the book, my mother will find the correct answer with a pen and then tell me how to do it. When I was careless in my homework, my mother didn't scold me, but understood me and helped me. Tell me I can't make such a low-level mistake again
Every time I see the white hair on my mother's forehead, my heart is sour. The teacher told us that we should always be grateful. I should study hard and repay my mother when I grow up. Here, I praise my mother with a poem: the thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
I want a composition entitled "I have something to say to you in my heart". You might as well write it to yourself. I want to tell you that you will always be my friend. When I was in pain, you erased my sadness for me. When I was desperate, you made me find confidence; When I am lonely, you give me happiness. When I was in the third grade of primary school, the teacher copied the composition in the newspaper on the blackboard and asked us to copy and recite it ourselves. Every composition is so long that people are blindsided at first sight. I remember the first paragraph and forget the second. As a result, I couldn't write anything in the exam. I wrote my memorized composition in the paragraphs I remembered, which made it unclear. Afterwards, composition, do you know how much I hated you then? You make it impossible for me to face my parents with their backs to the loess. Alas, for the sake of my future, I have to "know that there are tigers in the mountains, but I prefer to walk in the mountains" and write on. At that time, I was really jealous of those writers. Later, I changed my Chinese teacher. The teacher is amiable and approachable, and people are not afraid at all. He read our compositions, all of which were copied from east to west. He patiently guided us to observe and write, and my writing level also improved. He praised the good part of our composition and read it as a model essay for everyone. I also want the teacher to read my composition as a model essay, so I wrote it carefully. Sure enough, in a composition review lecture, the teacher read my composition and praised me. From then on, I opened the door to composition, liked writing and handed in my composition. Every time I write a composition, I stop frowning. I seem to have a lot of things to write in my mind, which will never be finished. When I entered junior high school, my friend's composition never left me and always accompanied me. Whenever the teacher asks us to write a composition, I write it carefully and well. Once I asked the school literature club for a manuscript, and I thought, this is my chance to show my talent. I know my grades in all subjects are poor, but my composition is very good, but you can't underestimate me! I lost interest in composition again. In the blink of an eye, I read the second day of junior high school and changed my teacher. The teacher changed the composition so carefully. I gave it to him with a try attitude. The next day, the composition was sent, and the teacher wrote encouragement in the comments without doubt. Slowly, my composition and I became "the second time". I love you, friend.
I have something to say to you. This is a composition. It is best to write a letter of about 450 words to a friend. There is not much to say to you. Qianshan Mountain is full of water, but it is not enough for our teachers and students. Blood is thicker than water, not as deep as our mother and daughter; All kinds of vows can't compare with our eternal friendship. Now, there are still many things to say. My beloved teacher said that time is like running water, and there are always more memories than reality. My beloved teacher, six years passed quickly. When can we get together again when we grow up? I remember your inculcation when I was a child, which made us grow up happily and healthily. We tirelessly prepare lessons, correct homework and communicate again and again. Let me remember this kind face, and the heart-to-heart communication made me understand your good intentions. A thousand words can be translated into one sentence: "You have worked hard", but it is difficult to replace the unspoken words in your heart. My dear mother always snuggles in her arms. When I grow up, I still like chatting with my mother. When I was young, my mother taught me to read word by word, and I jumped out of my mouth with my fist excitedly. When I am sad, I like talking to my mother, and the dark clouds in my heart are gone. When I am happy, I don't forget to share it with my mother. Happiness becomes two parts. Chatting with mom has become a habit. Looking at the silver thread oozing from my mother's black hair, countless words became on my lips: however, it is difficult to express my deep affection. Lovely friends become the children's world during recess. They are always happy when they go to school. There are so many classmates and friends, and they will have a wonderful day with themselves. With so many friends, they won't. Have intimate friends, go to school and go home together, read books and study together, and encourage each other. My friends, you are boatmen on the ferry, and you spent boring and leisure time with me. I still remember our running hand in hand, heart-to-heart communication and games we played together. We still have too much to say, but we know each other's hearts. There are too many words in my heart and too many things to tell. Time passes, but friendship lives on. .
Who is so kind to me? My mother is very kind to me.
My mother's love is like spring breeze, and my mother's love is like drizzle. Only my mother loves me the most in this world. My mother is very kind to me.
Once I was sick, and I was aching all over in the middle of the night. I called my mother in a hurry. When my mother heard my words, she ran over and asked kindly, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " Then touched my forehead, "ah! Why is it so hot? " Mother cried in surprise. She hugged me gently and asked, "Isn't it hard, baby?" Tears came from my mother's eyes. I asked curiously, "Mom, why are you crying?" My mother forgot to answer my question, dried her tears, hurried to the bathroom, quickly took back a wet towel and gently covered my head, and gently said to me, "Don't be afraid, mom will always be with you."
To make me feel better, my mother soaked my feet in warm water. My mother put my feet in warm water, gently washed my feet and washed every toe. I am enjoying it, but my mother's forehead is sweating and her eyes are bloodshot. Exhausted mother insisted on staying with me, and I entered a sweet dream, but my mother didn't sleep: when I cough, she will help me. When I kick the quilt, she will cover it for me in time. ...
As the saying goes, but how much love the grass has, I got three rays of spring. My mother is so kind to me that I want to repay this deep maternal love.
6. Write a composition about who impressed you the most. Looking at these two little terracotta warriors and horses in the dim light, I can't help but think of that kind face and that night.
"Dad, dad, what gift did you bring me?" When I was a child, my father often went on business trips, and it was his biggest headache to choose a gift for me every time. At that time, my father was talking with Uncle Wang about his work in Xi, but my father's words made me extremely depressed: "A gift? I can't buy it here I will go back tomorrow. Where is the time? Goodbye! " At this time, uncle Wang, who was sitting opposite his father, smiled mysteriously. They talked for a while. Uncle Wang said to his father, "well, that's it." I have work to do. Please come back and have a rest soon. Goodbye! "
The next day, just as my father was preparing to check his luggage, Uncle Wang rushed over and was sweating profusely. Dad said that his "big beer belly" was twitching and he was in poor health. He took out a beautifully wrapped box and said to his father, "Dai Xiao, take this with you. Your daughter wants a present. She will definitely like it. "
It turned out that Uncle Wang had nothing to do that night, but he went to buy me a present.
Although I have never met uncle Wang, through this incident, I found that uncle Wang is a careful and enthusiastic person! The gift he gave me was those two clay figurines. They stood with their heads held high, which reminded me of Uncle Wang's enthusiasm and sincerity.
This summer vacation, my father went to Xi on business again, so did my mother and I. I was lucky to meet Uncle Wang. He is really good-looking, amiable and likes children very much.
Although I don't often see Uncle Wang, I was deeply impressed by his hospitality and careful care, which taught me how to treat people and how to deal with others.
Thank you, Uncle Wang!
7. You'd better write a paper with a score of 600 or you'd better write it. He is a special friend of mine, different from other friends, because we have an unusual relationship.
Few people know about my relationship with him. I am so confident that even my closest parents don't know. Because the time and place of my contact with him are very hidden, and no one can find out.
Our relationship is very special. He and I are good friends who talk everything. When I am happy, he shares the joy of happiness with me; When I was lonely, he shared my lonely troubles with me. When I was sad, he became the object of my pain and a close friend who comforted my heart.
The two of us, really; We share joys and sorrows. Over time, we became best friends.
There is a feeling of "not seeing you for a day, as if you were separated from Sanqiu". Therefore, we look very happy and full every day.
"There are unexpected events in the sky, and people are doomed." An carelessness brought me endless sadness.
After dinner that night, my parents, who have always been kind, suddenly became serious about me. Talk to me about study and ideals.
During the conversation, they seemed to know all about my contacts and ideas, which puzzled me. In a trance, I broke out in a cold sweat and my secret was known to my parents.
Angry and annoyed, I returned to the bedroom angrily. I am not young, I should have my freedom and my communication space. Why should my parents interfere with me and restrict me? I really want to cry.
Who should I tell and talk to? Unconsciously, I went to see him again. Facing my best friend, I told him my grievances and resentment, and he listened silently without saying a word.
I'm much more relaxed when I'm finished. When I woke up, I also realized my parents' good intentions. It is another sunny day in front of me.
Looking at his understanding, I couldn't help hugging him tightly and shouting, "You'd better-my diary." .
8. When you treat others well, you will treat you well. As the days passed, our family gradually forgot this little thing. No one would have thought that my uncle had always remembered it firmly. (Comment: Good use of transitional sentences! )
The Mid-Autumn Festival came, and my father came back from outside with a box of beautifully packaged moon cakes in his hand. My mother and I were a little surprised and asked in unison, "Where did this box of moon cakes come from?" "You guess." Dad smiled mysteriously and said. (Comment: Very good, it can arouse readers' interest. ) "You must have bought it." I said it first. "No." Dad said. Mom said, "Your colleague gave it to you." "No." 2 "Where did that come from?" I'm a little confused. Are there moon cakes in the sky? My mother and I have racked our brains to guess for a long time, and we can't figure out where this moon cake came from. Finally, my father finally said the answer: "This moon cake is from your uncle. He said that he would like to thank us for helping him last time. " Dad said happily. After listening to this, my mother and I finally understood the origin of this box of moon cakes, and we were all surprised. I didn't expect this little thing to last so long that my uncle remembered it.
This is one thing that left a deep impression on me. Although this is only a trivial matter, (the suggestion is changed to: although it is insignificant in some people's eyes), it has made me deeply understand the truth that "if you are good to others, others will be good to you".
9. composition in life, who has the greatest influence on you, who you have the deepest feelings for, has the greatest influence on me.
"The person who has the greatest influence on me", you may not hesitate to say father, mother or teacher when you hear this. But in my mind, grandpa is the most influential person in my granddaughter's mind, who loves him and takes good care of him. When I was a child, whenever someone asked me, "Little darling, who are you best with?" I will hold my head high and say, "Grandpa is closer and better! ! "
Although my grandfather and I are separated by two generations, the common language is: "every generation." My childhood was colorful. Every week, my grandfather always takes me to farmland or streams. I can pick mulberries, cut Malantou, catch lobsters and snails with my grandfather. In my backyard, there are loquat trees planted by my grandfather and grape racks built by myself. Whenever I get close to nature, my grandfather will tell me a story full of philosophy, and he will seriously teach me not to pamper. Although I don't understand, I can really feel grandpa's good intentions! It is this "natural" education that makes me more fully accept all kinds of subtle and good edification.
There will not be bright sunshine every day, and grandpa will not have a bright smile every day. I still remember grandpa always haggles over every ounce in my daily life. At the dinner table, I didn't hold the bowl with my hand, but put it on my lap. Grandpa stared at me with "serious" eyes; In life, when I see something beautiful but not practical and want to buy it, my grandfather will "angrily" stop it. Sometimes if you don't understand, you will secretly sulk. But with the passage of time and the increasing knowledge and truth in my mind, I gradually understood grandpa's good intentions.
The leadership ability I have cultivated since childhood is that I sometimes "go my own way" and don't listen to other people's opinions. For this reason, my classmates are a little distant from me. I am puzzled by this and feel extremely wronged. After grandpa knew it, he brought two small cane chairs and began to tell me a story, a story about heaven and hell. He said, "A priest asked God what heaven and hell are like. God said, I'll show you. They came to a room with a pot of hot broth in the middle. A group of people were sitting around the pot, and everyone was very sad. It turned out that although each of them had a spoon in his hand, the handle of the spoon was too long to feed the soup into his mouth. There is delicious food in front of you, but you can only look hungry. God took the priest to another room, where there were still a group of people sitting around a pot of hot soup. They still hold long-handled spoons in their hands, but everyone's face is full of happiness and satisfaction, and the room is full of laughter. The priest is confused. He asked God, the same room, the same food, why the people in the first room are hungry and cold, while the people in the second room are well-fed and happy. Why is the difference so big? God smiled and said, "Don't you see the people in the second room feeding each other?" This is the difference between heaven and hell. Cute, you should learn to negotiate and cooperate with others. Maybe other people's advice is useful to you! No one likes arrogant people, and no one likes people who go their own way and never admit defeat! "Yes, grandpa, thank you!
Grandpa's earnest words inspired my wisdom and brought me back to real life. ...
Grandpa, you gave us everything. You have a broad and deep mind like the sky, a beautiful heart like a rainbow, and rich and wonderful thoughts like the ocean. ...
Grandpa, you are a rainbow, which does not appear after rain or in the horizon, but always hangs in my heart!