In study, work and even life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a love composition (5 selected articles) carefully arranged by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. A love composition 1

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, only to frown, but to mind.

-Li Qingzhao's A Prune of Plums

Your back has become my eternal nostalgia.

Xiao Xi, bring up the past just because you were in my dream.

Xi and I are good friends. She not only gets good grades, but also is nice. But because of that, I was wrong about her, and she transferred to another school ... and I have always felt deeply guilty ... < P > That day, I went to the office, and Teacher Du said earnestly, "Chen Jialin, look at your grades this time. You did so badly in the exam, didn't you review well?" It's only 86 points, wasn't it 96.5 last time? You should reflect on yourself. Did you copy your grades? I cried, not because I didn't do well in the exam, but because my previous efforts were rejected by one vote because of this exam. I sobbed and said, "No … no … yes … I didn't … didn't review well." I ... I will ... work hard. " The teacher shook his hand and said, "All right, all right, the next effort is to go back." I nodded, turned around and left.

Back in the classroom, I saw the fragments of my Ali pen container on the table. I resisted the impulse to be angry and said in a trembling voice, "Who did it?" They pointed their hands at my good friend. Xi knows me very well. She knows that this is my favorite pen container. She plays with her fingers, lowers her head and says guiltily, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Blinded by anger, I said angrily, "Can I just say I'm sorry?" You go, you go, I don't want to see you again. " She shook her head, sighed and said, "Do you really want me to go?" I nodded. When she walked out of the classroom, I said calmly, "Don't you want to explain something?" She shook her head, turned around and said, "Hehe, would you believe me if I said I didn't mean to?" Looking at the back of his departure, I unconsciously shed tears and muttered, "Friend, ah. These two words are no longer suitable for me, am I destined to be alone? "

The next day, Xi really left. According to Yan Yan, she transferred to Beijing.

later, I learned that that day, she accidentally tripped and was about to push down my Ali pen holder. She grabbed it, but it was still broken.

broken, it is broken after all. What is broken is not only a Ali pen container, but also a friendship.

looking at the broken ceramic fragments, I smiled at myself. Flowers are still blooming, are people still good?

Where did the bluebird wander? Only the insomnia wind chime rang this scattered long and short sentence, and I deeply remember that feeling in my heart. A love composition 2

wraps a love, wraps a Chinese love, and the Chinese food culture has a long history and is profound, with all kinds of steaming, frying, frying, marinating, stewing ...... and countless patterns. But the most national feature is Bao, among which jiaozi and Tangyuan are the most representative.

First of all, let's go to the north of China. jiaozi is a traditional food in the north of China. It is boiled with flour bag stuffing. It has a history of more than 1,811 years and is a traditional special food deeply loved by people in the north of China. There is a folk song called "Great Cold, Slight Cold, Eat jiaozi for the New Year." Jiaozi's homonym "Jiaozi" is the moment when the New Year and the Old Year intersect. Eating jiaozi during the Spring Festival means good luck. In addition, jiaozi is shaped like an ingot, and wrapping jiaozi means wrapping good fortune. Therefore, in the North, every family should pack jiaozi during the Spring Festival. On New Year's Eve, the whole family sat together, some made dough, some rolled dumplings, some wrapped jiaozi, and the whole family talked and laughed. It was a happy scene for the whole family. The most interesting thing is the stuffing wrapped in jiaozi. On the Spring Festival, people put sugar, pepper, longan and other auspicious foods into individual dumpling stuffing, hoping for good luck and happy reunion in the coming year. So, as soon as jiaozi is cooked, everyone is scrambling to eat jiaozi, to see who gets the stuffing with special materials, which means who will be the most blessed in the coming year.

next, go to the south and have a look at the traditional food in the south-tangyuan. Glutinous rice flour is used as the outer skin of glutinous rice balls, and black sesame seeds, white sugar and lard are used as the fillings. When cooked, the glutinous rice balls are soft and sweet to eat. Tangyuan homophonic reunion. The Spring Festival is a traditional festival for family reunion. Wanderers who usually travel abroad have to go home on this day, and the family sit around and eat together, which is called "reunion dinner". Therefore, people in the south must have a bowl of glutinous rice balls on the reunion dinner table on the Spring Festival. It embodies people's good wishes for family reunion and peace. The beautiful meaning of glutinous rice balls is very popular among people in the north and south. In the north, glutinous rice balls are called Yuanxiao. Therefore, on the fifteenth day of the first month of each year, glutinous rice balls are the essential food on the table in the north and south.

jiaozi and Tangyuan are the inheritance and continuation of Chinese food culture for thousands of years, which convey the Chinese people's longing for a better life in a traditional way. What it contains is a deep affection and a deep feeling of reunion. An emotional composition 3

The old man always sits in the yard, alone and seldom comes out.

"Ding Rinrin ..." I rang the bell, and the pleasant bell jumped happily in the deep alley.

cheep-the door of the old man's yard was opened. I took a quick look at the old man: his weather-beaten face left traces of years, and there seemed to be an expectation in his muddy eyes. Then he shook his head, and the door closed again.

Later, I noticed that every time I walked to the old man's door, there was always a fragrant smell, and I danced with my cheerful bell. The old man always heard my car bell and opened the courtyard door to look around.

I learned from my mother that the old man's wife died a few years ago, and his children were all working in other places, so they didn't have much time to come back to visit him. The only thing that comforted the old man was his grandson who stayed with him all the time. He made an agreement with his grandson that he had to ring the bell every time he came back. For this reason, the old man bought a bicycle for his grandson with the pension he had accumulated for several months. Whenever his grandson comes to visit him, he always rings the car bell and the old man knows that his grandson is coming.

It turns out that the old man mistook me for his grandson and went out to watch when he heard my bell.

At the moment, I can only use Jay Chou's words to say, "It rains a lot, and the old hometown is full of vegetation. I heard that you are still in the same place ..." Please convey my concern to that land with this song, and please pass this feeling on to everyone in my hometown! A love composition 4

When I was about to graduate from primary school, one day I received a heavy package. I opened it and found several delicate little conchs, along with a photo and a letter. Seeing the cute little girl in the photo, I couldn't help being surprised: God! She remembers me! When I was about ten years old, a little sister moved in the yard, with big eyes, a pink face and two small pigtails. She looked very cute.

the first time she saw us, she smiled sweetly and greeted us. A friend secretly told me: "This little sister is called Rong Rong. Although she is beautiful, her academic performance is not good at all, and she fails every time!" I asked her, "How do you know?" "When I was doing my homework in the room yesterday, I heard her mother talking to my mother. I only told you this, don't tell anyone! " I nodded doubtfully. Later, one thing confirmed my friend's statement. One night, I heard a cry from Rong Rong's house, followed by her mother's scolding: "I told you to cry!" How dare you come back with such a few marks? "From then on, I decided to help her.

the next day, I called her home and found a green mark on her arm. My heart ached and I asked her, "Does it hurt?" She forced a smile and said, "No pain, Rong Rong is the bravest!" " I asked again, "Did mom hit you because she didn't do well in the exam?" "hmm!" "Will the elder sister help you with your lessons in the future?" "Really?" She cried happily, "that's great. I'll tell my mother!" " She skipped away. From then on, she came to my house every day, I told her topics and taught her homework, and she always brought me some snacks. In a later exam, she actually got 111 points in one course!

after school that day, she hurried to my house to report good news, and I was happy for her, but then she told me bad news. "Sister, Rong Rong will move out in a few days." I was surprised after listening to it, and my good mood suddenly disappeared. Then she said, "I'm going to Dalian, where there is a big, big sea ..." Before she finished, she cried, "Sister ... I won't forget you ... I'll write to you ..."

Three days later, Rongrong really left, and I never saw her again. When I woke up from the memory of the past, I opened the letter and found that it said:

"Sister, thank you for helping me with my homework. I am now the first in my class, and I will never forget your kindness to me ..." A letter, a gift, a love composition 5

Time is like a flying arrow, and the six-day tour is drawing to a close.

here five days ago, it was just strange and unfamiliar; Five days later, it was lively, familiar and reluctant. We have to leave here and go to different places.

Several people we know well sit together, waiting to meet our own people, and then go back to their hometown. We were ready to start a conversation and want to talk about it again before parting, but everyone bowed their heads and said nothing. I took the lead and made a start. As soon as we started chatting, a friend left us in a hurry and ran to his hometown. One sad face, a pair of frightened eyes, all look at the one who left, as if looking for the lost beauty. One by one, his eyes met on him, and he smiled far-fetched, revealing disappointment and sadness in his eyes.

However, the person who picked me up followed closely. When he called someone in front of the tour guide, I wished he hadn't given my name. But the weather is not beautiful, and his loud and nonstandard Mandarin clearly called out my name. I slowly picked up my bag, unwilling to look at my friends' faces and want to remember them, but the driver didn't know it and urged impatiently, "Hurry up, hurry up, or I'll help you with your bag." I shook my head and walked silently to the door, feeling bitter and sad as if I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. I couldn't help sighing: We can't meet for a long time, so why should we get to know each other? "

Just when I was about to go out, I heard someone calling me. I hurriedly turned around." Leave a mobile phone number, and I will harass you when I am free. Remember that my name is Sun Yumeng. " A big hug came, and my eyes were a little out of control, trying to give that precious holy water to my friends. "I'll send it to you on QQ, remember you, good brother." My mouth twitched and I couldn't speak clearly. Several other people we played with also chased us out. "Buddha, don't just bow your head and go home and forget about us." Another hug, one hug after another, a feeling of reluctance, let my tears trickle out of my eyes, with reluctance, straight out. But the driver with a heart of stone abruptly interrupted us and pulled me out of the crowd. I waved my hand behind me with nostalgia, and then walked away with the driver's steps, but I found my legs were so heavy, as if I had been filled with lead, and every step was difficult and heavy.

The sky seems to feel my disappointment and sadness, and I am sobbing with my priceless tears. At this time, I am still remembering in the car, trying to carve this unforgettable scene in my mind and appreciate what is unforgettable.