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Student Composition The Taste of Love 1 Whenever my classmates discuss their fathers, I don't want to participate because my father works outside for a long time and has very little time to see each other.

I mistakenly thought that I was a child who lacked father's love, until that day... That year, I was in primary school with my grandma. Because the house needed to be renovated, my father gave up his work outside and returned home.

At school, because there is no cafeteria, family members bring food to their children from home. My grandma walks to me every day to deliver food.

That day, I was in class when I suddenly heard thunder. After a while, heavy rain came. I was worried that my grandma would be in trouble when she came over for lunch.

As I expected, lunch time came and the classmates all started eating, but grandma didn't come.

I stood at the door of the classroom and stretched out my hand to catch the rain.

After a while, I vaguely heard the sound of a motorcycle. A shorter man wearing a raincoat and holding something in his arms was running towards me. Is he dad?

Closer, closer, until the man was in front of me and said to me: "It's raining and you're still standing outside. What should I do if I catch a cold?" I confirmed that yes, it was Dad. Dad's first time

Come and bring me food.

I took the thermos bucket and entered the classroom. Dad packed his raincoat and came in immediately.

I sat on my seat and started to eat, while my father sat next to me and watched me eating with a smile. I suddenly felt that the atmosphere was too tense. Was it because my father was watching me eat, or because neither of us spoke for a long time.

I kept thinking about asking my dad if he had eaten, but he couldn't say anything for a long time. Just when I was about to speak, a grain of rice choked my throat. I coughed. My dad smiled and patted my back and said, "Eat slowly."

, and no one is trying to grab it from you." He drank a glass of water and didn't say what he wanted to say.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, my father said: "This is the first time I have brought you food, but it is still a little late. Your parents have never been with you because they still have to earn money for you to study.

Can you understand Mom and Dad?" I raised my head and looked at Dad's face. Dad had lost weight again, and there were a few gray hairs on the front of his hair. I nodded, packed up the thermos bucket, and was about to send Dad out of the classroom. Dad

Suddenly, as if I remembered something, I turned around, put the raincoat in my hand, and said, "It might rain again after school in the afternoon, so wear your raincoat and don't get wet!" I raised my head and asked my father, "What about you?

?" Dad smiled and said, "I'm going to ride my motorcycle quickly. I'll be home soon. Don't forget to put it on after school. I'm leaving!" I nodded and waved to my dad.

Watching my father rush into the rain, the headlights of the motorcycle turned on, and then the sound of the motorcycle starting disappeared in the rain...

I leaned against the classroom door, the taste of rice still lingering in the corner of my mouth, sweet.

But, is that the taste of rice?

Now that I think about it, it shouldn’t just taste like rice!

There is also the taste of love, sweet!

Student composition The taste of love 2 Some people think maternal love is warm flowers, some think maternal love is bright sunshine, and some think maternal love is gentle spring rain... But I think maternal love is sweet honey.

I remember once, I went to the clinic to get an injection because of a cold.

However, the body temperature is still slowly rising.

This made my mother very anxious.

The aunt at the clinic brought me a cup of hot water and asked my mother to feed me fever-reducing medicine.

But the water was too hot to drink.

My mother got me a small spoon, cooled it down one spoon at a time, and fed me to drink it carefully.

After a while, I was sweating and my fever went away.

A smile finally appeared on my mother's face.

Although the medicine doesn't taste good, my heart feels sweet.

Another time, it was a very hot summer night.

I wanted to sleep with the fan on, but my mother didn't agree because she was afraid that I would get sick.

I lay on the bed, tossing and turning in the heat, unable to sleep.

At this time, my mother took a fan, sat beside my bed, and said, "Daughter, you can sleep peacefully. Mom will sit here and fan you, and you will fall asleep soon." I felt much cooler.

, but my mother’s body was soaked.

In my sleep, I seemed to be in a lotus pond, and there was a breeze beside me, cool and sweet... The taste of maternal love is like honey in flowers, very sweet; the taste of maternal love is like sugar water in a cup, very sweet;

The taste of maternal love is caring and happiness... Student composition The taste of love 3 My mother does not have a beautiful face, only wrinkles left after hard work; my mother does not have a job to be proud of, she has

My mother is just a source of barely maintaining a living; my mother is not that great, all she has is a heart that loves me!

I remember when I was young, when I was bullied by others, my mother always protected me behind her and solved everything for me.

At that time, her figure seemed to be higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.

This love is undoubtedly the greatest!

I love eating meat, but my mother often says, ‘Nutrition must be balanced’.

So, she took the risk of being misunderstood by me and forced me to eat vegetables.