Love story composition 1 The theme of our class meeting this afternoon is that I give love to my class.
When the bell rang, Teacher Zhang asked us to prepare something to offer our love. Then it dawned on me that I knew nothing about it, because my mother didn't work overtime at noon. I was embarrassed to see other children take out prepared gifts. Fortunately, the teacher said it would be fine to hand it in tomorrow, and I was relieved for a long time.
The teacher asked the students with flowers to speak on the platform first. The first person standing on the podium is Meng Xiangshu. She said: "I brought this potted flower to bring fresh air to everyone and beautify our hearts." After listening to her speech, we applauded warmly.
Later, many students presented their gifts. I envy them very much. I can give my love to my class. I must dedicate my love and strength to our class tomorrow.
Love story composition 2 Grandpa planted many plum trees in the field. This year is another bumper harvest. Plums seem to be ripe soon, but my grandfather is too old to pick them. What should I do? Watching so many plums bend the branches. Grandpa was very anxious, so he called us and my uncle to pick plums.
My uncle sent many people to pick plums in the fields. Suddenly, the venue became lively. Some people are carrying baskets, some are carrying laundry baskets, some are climbing trees, and some are climbing ladders. Grandma and I are in charge of transportation. Pour the picked plums into the laundry basket and give the empty basket to the picker. Many dealers and passers-by saw that we were so busy that they stopped to pick them themselves in the fields. They bought a lot of plums at a price of 60 cents per catty 1 yuan.
Lighten our burden, so busy for a few days, and finally help solve a lot of plums, grandpa is very happy!
There are many festivals in China, including Spring Festival, Lantern Festival with colorful lights, Tomb-Sweeping Day recalling the past, and ... but I still like our festival-Children's Day.
Today, our school launched the activity of "Dedicating Love and Heartbeat Sao Market". Teachers and parents of all classes "dress up" the classroom very beautifully!
In the afternoon, the activity began. I am the first seller, and we are serious about selling. Students come and go like a busy market. In a short time, what we sold soon disappeared. When I switched to the second batch, I became a shopper. Shuttling through the crowd, seeing something you like and being bought by others, what a pity! I hurried to the stall on the playground and finally bought some favorite items.
Time passes by, and the activity is coming to an end. The students seized the time to buy and sell, and everyone was always in high spirits. This school activity is really meaningful, which not only enriches our knowledge, adds the atmosphere of our festival, but also offers love to children in poor mountainous areas.
Love Story Composition 4 On Wednesday morning, the headmaster assigned us a glorious task on the national flag platform. The school organized a donation of books to the children of Hope Primary School, and hoped that everyone would actively participate. When I hear the children in Hope Primary School, all I can think of is that they are holding worn-out books and pencils less than their little fingers, and their eyes are full of love for learning.
After school that day, I began to prepare carefully. I first carefully selected a few books I usually like to read in the bookcase, and then neatly wrote "Lu Keyu, I wish you progress in your study!" " In the margin of the book. A few words, put the book with love in the bag.
When I went to the classroom the next day, I saw many children holding love books, such as the magical Mr. Fox, the Wizard of Oz and the pig snoring. These books were enough to open a small library. The teacher praised the love of all of us.
I think I hope the children in primary schools will be very happy if they receive these books, because they contain our sincere wishes and friendship. I hope my children will study hard and make progress every day!
Love Story Composition 5 Today I read Swallow and Rhododendron in Being the Most Caring Person. This is a story about mother swallow and mother cuckoo taking care of their baby. The content of the story is: a swallow is going to be a mother, and a cuckoo is going to be a mother, but the cuckoo's mother is lazy. She just flies around every day to see whose nest is well built. She can't build her own nest. She saw that the mother swallow's nest was well built. The unsuspecting swallow mother hatched the cuckoo and raised it with her heart. Later, the mother swallow could not fly. Little cuckoo and swallow find food for their mother and take care of her, but cuckoo's mother is left unattended and starved to death.
I know this story. Be diligent and kind.
Love Story Composition 6 There is an exquisite small box in my desk drawer, which contains a loving wool felt, representing our friendship.
It was a gloomy Monday, and the sun seemed to be off work, refusing to show a bright smile. I drank a cup of hot milk and then went to school. I was in a bad mood that day. I feel very uneasy for no reason. I don't know why. It should be the weather!
When I got to the classroom, I looked around. There were not many people in the classroom at that time. I sat in my seat and started the preparations for the day. My best friend, Ma Zile, sits behind me. Suddenly I remembered something. I said listlessly to the horse, "Where's my book?" She said nervously, "I ... I forgot to take it." I yelled at her angrily, "I thought we agreed to pay me back today!" " "She looked at me like this and said to me in surprise," Are you uncomfortable today? "I said impatiently to her," let me ask you something! "Where is my book? ! "Ma Jile ran out crying. I froze, and then I realized that I had gone too far and scared myself! I thought, what should I do? She will definitely break up with me. An idea flashed through my mind: let me make her a bracelet. She likes bracelets best. I can't lose her as a good friend.
At noon, she and I both went home for dinner. I'm ashamed that she didn't talk to me all the way. When I got home, I didn't even eat, so I started making bracelets. I thought: I must be the most beautiful. I can't lose this friend.
I did it seriously, wearing her favorite shape and color, as if every bead represented everything we had done together. I put my bracelet in a box, and there was a note in it, which said, "I'm sorry, Ma, I shouldn't talk to you like that in the morning. You can do without a book, and friendship can't be found without it. " When I get dressed, I rush to school. At this time, she has not returned to the classroom. I'm fidgeting. After a long wait, she finally came. I wiped my eyes, afraid that I was mistaken. It was her! There she is!
Seeing her, I couldn't say anything, so I had to solemnly hand her this small box. ...
At this time, she also handed me a delicate box. I can't wait to open it. It contains a lovely wool felt. She smiled and said to me, "It doesn't matter, it's my fault. I should keep my promise. Let's be best friends. "
Since then, whenever I see the love wool felt, I think of our friendship. I want to cherish forever, and I want to cherish our friendship forever.
Love story composition 7 This winter is particularly cold. At dusk, the north wind roared, cars came and went, people buried their heads in their collars and hurried.
Beibei is a pupil in grade six. One day, he and his mother were walking home and passed a trash can. Beibei found a furry thing beside the trash can. When she came near, she saw a puppy here. Hearing someone shouting, she staggered out and looked at Beibei with begging eyes. The puppy is thin and dirty, with its tail wagging. On closer inspection, it is still a Beijing Ba dog. Beibei was surprised. Mother gave him the chicken leg she just bought. At this time, her mother gave it without hesitation. The puppy wolfed down the delicious chicken nuggets and ate them quickly. Beibei saw that the puppy was hungry and gave it all the chicken pieces.
"Beibei, let's go home." Mom says it's getting late and we're going home. At this moment, the poor little dog followed them quietly. What should I do? This is also a small life. If no one takes care of it, it may freeze to death in the street in a few days. How pathetic. She summoned up her courage and said to her mother, "Mom, take the puppy home. She will take care of it." Unexpectedly, her mother readily agreed, and Beibei was extremely happy. When she got home, Beibei took a hot bath for Xiaojingba and gave it a nice name called Duoduo. After a winter's nursed back to health, blossoming is getting fatter day by day. Its hair is softer than cotton and its eyes are round. Beibei and blossoming have already become inseparable good partners.
Grandpa was full of praise when he learned that Beibei had adopted a stray dog. Grandpa said that protecting small animals and adopting stray dogs can show a kind heart. Only when people live in harmony with animals can our life be better. My grandson and daughter are really nice.
Hearing grandpa's praise, Beibei is sweeter than eating honey.
My father is a teacher. He is very busy at work. However, he takes care of me every day. I am addicted to hamburgers these days and often go to McDonald's and Xiongzhou to buy hamburgers. Dad thinks the hamburgers outside are unhealthy, so he spends a lot of money to buy me healthy materials and go home to make his own hamburgers. Every day before dawn, when I am still asleep, my father gets up and cooks breakfast for me. He is very busy when cooking breakfast, frying meat pies with his left hand, giving me hot milk with his right hand, and preparing cheese, lettuce and other materials. Every time, my father wakes me up after he finishes hamburgers. Before I came to the dining table, I could see the hamburger my father had worked so hard to make for me on the plate, quietly waiting for me to eat. However, I can't bear to eat it because it is beautiful. The golden hamburger embryo contains brown patties, cream cheese slices, red tomato sauce and green vegetables. It looks like a beautiful work of art, but as long as I smell the attractive fragrance, I can't help it.
Although the hamburger tastes different from the outside, I have a special taste, that is, father's love, which can never be bought outside.
Love Story Composition 9 On Sunday, my mother and I will go to Xinhua Bookstore in Xinjiekou to buy books. After getting off the subway, we walked along the underground passage. Suddenly there was a melodious flute in front of us. I was curious, so I went to the flute and found a young big brother playing the flute. I saw that his hair was clean and tidy, his chin had a moustache and his upper body was wearing a dark jacket. His eyes were slightly closed and he played the flute with great concentration. The melodious flute echoed in the corridor, and the sound was beautiful. This is really the voice of nature. I think he is an art college student. Many people were intoxicated by the flute and stopped to listen. From time to time, someone throws money at the plate in front of him. He nodded politely, so I couldn't help taking money out of my pocket and giving it to him. He also nodded to thank me.
I can't help thinking, unlike ordinary beggars, he has the temperament of an artist, but why play the flute in the street? Is it because his relatives are dying of illness and need a lot of money urgently, and his family is poor, so they can't raise that much money for a while, so they come out to play the flute to make money?
Is it because you have younger brothers and sisters at school and you have to go to college, so you come out to perform in order not to increase the burden on your family? Didn't he come out to feel the artist's feeling because he was short of money at home?
Could it be that his parents died and he was an orphan, and he grew up in a welfare home. After he went to college, he used his spare time to perform arts, and gave the money for performing arts to the welfare home to help more orphans?
Or is he looking for a bosom friend, someone who knows the flute? Or do you want to donate all the money you earn to Hope Primary School so that more children can go to school? or ...
I have a lot of problems in my mind that I can't solve. I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, trying to interrupt his flute to ask questions, but my mother stopped me and said, "Don't interrupt him."
After we came out of the underground passage, the flute played by that big brother still echoed in my mind. I looked at the pedestrians coming and going around and thought, I don't know how many people are his bosom friends. No matter what his purpose is, I gave a love.
Love story composition 10 Everyone has two sides. When you see her bad side, you think she is a bad person because you don't see her good side. See her good side, say she is a good person, and don't see her bad side. I once met such a person.
That day, my mother and I went to the gate of the community to buy food. I saw a circle of people in front of us. I ran curiously to find out, and happened to meet uncle Wang upstairs. He told me, "An aunt bought food for the old lady and said that she would be given 100 yuan. When the old lady 50 yuan came home, she would give her change. When my aunt saw something was wrong, she came to the old lady selling vegetables. I squeezed in and saw an old lady with gray hair and wrinkled face sitting on a small wooden stool. In front of her, there are all kinds of vegetables neatly placed on a square plastic sheet, including small vegetables, leeks, green onions and eggplant, all of which are very cheap. Mom said that this dish was planted by grandma herself and there was no pesticide, so many people bought it. I wanted to watch it for a while, wondering who was right and who was wrong, but my mother took me away.
The following weekend, I rode my bike to the park near my home and met the old woman who quarreled with others on the way. I saw her carrying two heavy bags in her hands. I rode up to my grandmother and said, "Grandma, let me help you." Grandma said happily, "great, this is a new dress for children in mountainous areas." I watched TV and learned that there was a flood there. Many children have no clothes to wear. Very pitiful. I bought them some new clothes with the money I bought, and I'm going to give them to the post office in front. Thank you, children. " I think: Grandma gives the wrong change to sell vegetables and quarrels with others. How can she be so caring? I told this story, and the grandmother smiled: "I am old, confused, dizzy and have a bad memory." That day was my fault. Finally, I found 100 yuan and returned it to the aunt who bought food. " It suddenly dawned on me that grandma didn't mean it. How could such a caring grandmother do such a thing!
Until now, it is still deeply engraved in my mind, and grandma's kind smile and warm words often appear in front of me.
Love story composition 1 1 Because of love, homeless people can return home; Because of love, a tired soul can be full of vitality as always. Longing for love is like starlight longing for each other to shine; Longing for love is like the song of the century, longing to be sung forever.
Love, a universal word, is full of love on the road, in schools, in hospitals and in every corner of the world. Every morning when we pass by the side door of our new village, we will see an old man with white hair, ordinary clothes and short beard standing on the side of the road, with a loud voice, directing the normal operation of traffic. Grandpa holds a small yellow flag in his hand and a small whistle around his neck every day, regardless of the opposition of his family, whether it is windy or rainy or scorching sun, to clear the way for everyone.
One day, I got up a little late because I went to bed late. I didn't know it was bad until I looked at the time. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, grabbed a loaf of bread and rushed out of the house with my father. As soon as I got on the battery car, it rushed out like an arrow. At this time, I obviously felt an emergency brake. I rushed forward and immediately reacted and took a look. Oh, my God, there's another traffic jam. At this time, grandpa came out of the darkness, stood on the side of the road, cleared his throat and shouted, "Those who go out go right, those who come in go left, and there are two lines!" After some adjustment, the car began to drive slowly again, and we were caught in the crowd and walked out of the gate of the new village with the crowd.
Sitting on my father's battery car, I looked back from time to time and looked at my grandfather's increasingly blurred figure. I had mixed feelings at that time: this is the embodiment of my grandfather's sense of responsibility for transportation and society, and it is also the embodiment of love. Without his command, I don't know when it will be blocked, and maybe I will be late for school!