Writing on the topic of love 1 It is because of love that a person lives in the world that he will not feel lonely.
At home, mom and dad give us sincere love; At school, teachers and classmates give us pure love. Surrounded by this deep love, how can you be lonely?
Do you feel dad's love? The tall, strong and omnipotent father in our eyes, the father we used to ride as a horse, and the humorous father are always expressing his love in a special way. When you are sad, there is always a pair of powerful big hands holding you high above your head; When you are looking for happiness, there is always a tall figure running and laughing with you; When you are praised, there is always a thumbs-up sign in front of you.
Do you feel your mother's love? A beautiful, intelligent and considerate mother in our eyes, a mother who looks like an angel in our eyes, and a smiling mother are always expressing their love in a gentle way. When you are tired, there is always a hearty meal in front of you; There is always an anxious figure coming and going when you are sick; When you are sad, there is always a gentle comfort in your ear.
Do you feel the teacher's love? The kind and omniscient teacher in our eyes, our respected teacher and tireless teacher are always expressing her love in a beautiful way. When you learn knowledge, there are always beautiful chalk characters on the blackboard; When you are discouraged, there is always a trusting look to encourage you; When you succeed, there is always a joyful voice praising you.
While enjoying love, we should also learn to give love with a sincere and selfless heart and care for everyone around us. This is the highest state of love.
My initial understanding of maternal love was faint. However, I have gradually matured, and my understanding of maternal love has grown with time. On weekdays, my mother's scolding and beating are all love for me. It is from one thing that my understanding of maternal love has changed so much.
When I was in the fourth grade, I often gagged my mother. Of course, my mother beat me and scolded me. But I thought about it and thought it was my mother's love and responsibility. I think this incident has made me understand one thing, that is, maternal love is selfless.
When I came home from school, didn't my mother cook all the dishes at the dinner table? Think about how many meals your mother has cooked for you since you were born.
Therefore, maternal love is selfless.
Writing on the topic of love 3 Jiangshan does not change, beauty does not change, you still sit in the world, I still teach my son and foster mother. If everything stays the same, it would be nice without that mountain. Will you forget me at the end of the world? If so, I am still the tulle girl who washes her face by the Weihe River, and you are still the curator on the outskirts of Woye, so we can be together forever and never know the world. Maybe I forgot that I helped you to the throne, but I really forgot your character.
Miracle, the woman I have admired for half my life, was destroyed by me. I hate that she took everything from me. I don't care about fame and wealth. What a woman wants most in this life is a sincere heart. You forget, forget the picture that we once swore an oath to each other, forget the poor life that once helped each other, and forget the difficulties we once had.
I could have tolerated, tolerated those hard years spent with you, but I didn't want to. The appearance of Miracle changed everything, and so did you. I used to think that what you said to me turned into an anecdote about you and Miracle's boudoir, and those beautiful nights turned into sweet words that you talked and laughed with her.
I prefer to believe that it's not your fault. It was Miracle, this woman, who ruined everything. So, I've changed. On the surface, I am tolerant and generous. I just want you to read my kindness and listen to my heart. I use my wisdom to open up a broad road for you and make you the emperor that everyone in the world envies. Who stopped me from crying several times at night behind the seemingly typical famous prostitute?
I love you so much that I am crazy about you. For you, I abandoned the gentle beauty that a woman should have. Power, since I can't get you, let me have supreme power. I paralyze myself with power, but I don't want to be a file of power and make my son hate me. I love you, but the way of love is a bit extreme.
Bang, you know what? I cursed myself and fell in love with you from the day I married you. Why, why do you hurt me again and again? It is not enough for you to have a Miracle. You can bring back more "Miracle", but Miracle is your favorite. How I want to wake up one day and find that you have changed your mind. At that time, I will make another robe for you, so that I can be close to you and never part. I just look forward to it, but I still can't. I don't know how I got through the day when you and I broke up. I really want to go with you, even if I can't grow old together, I hope I can live and die with you. I love you to death, but I forget our children. Even if I love you again, I can't go with you.
Yinger, you give the rest to your mother. You are still young, and your mother doesn't trust to give you your father's country, because I love him so much and she loves you, but you will always be a child in her eyes. I didn't expect you to misunderstand her. Since then, she has been wandering around the world ... I don't know how to keep your father's country and leave half a home.
Until the end, mother still loves you, the country and the surplus. If there is an afterlife, I will come to your side. I don't have enough love in this life, and I will love you again in the afterlife ... I wonder how the history books will record hungry oh. I am just a simple woman, a Lv Zhi who loves her husband and son. ...
I always thought that only human mothers have the most beautiful love in the world-maternal love, giving their babies incomparable warmth and happiness, but after this incident, I fully realized that I was wrong.
It just happened.
On this day, I went to my friend Zheng Guaner's house to study English with Lin Siqi. It's boring during recess. Zheng Guaner made a good suggestion: "Let's go downstairs to play, there is a lovely puppy below!" " I am an "animal control". When I heard the word "puppy", my eyes immediately lit up. I agreed and couldn't wait to see how cute the dog was.
We took two sausages for the dog, hurried downstairs and followed Zheng Xiao to the door of a basement. Look, a small, shiny puppy is crouching there. Its sensitive nose seemed to smell the smell of its old partner, and Zheng Yixiao stood up "whew". A pair of black crystal stars blinked, desperately shook their big furry tails and rolled like a flower.
Seeing such a lovely pet, my zookeeper was so happy that he quickly broke the sausage and threw the food to the dog. The dog caught it accurately and wagged its tail even more. This time it's for me!
Playing, playing, seems a little tired. Zheng Guaner told me a "shocking secret": "This dog is actually very old and has given birth to three generations of puppies! There is a litter of puppies in the basement! " My interest arose, and I ran down the basement before Zheng finished laughing. I want to have a look. Suddenly, the dog, who was still playing with Zheng Xiao, saw me get down from the basement. After a fierce bark, it ran towards me like a gust of wind. The innocence just now was swept away!
I was scared out of my mind, but the exit was blocked by the dog. I had no choice but to run into the basement in horror and call for help as I ran.
I can only blame myself for being reckless, and then I know that animals that protect their cubs will be desperate to protect their children! Imagine being bitten off by a dog and beaten to death. I was scared out in a cold sweat. Jesus, Buddha, help me!
Fortunately, Zheng Guaner arrived in time, lured the mad dog with sausage and prevented the "tragedy".
Ah, I dare not doubt the maternal love of animals. That puppy dared to provoke human beings for the sake of his own children! Love is great, but from an ordinary bitch, this discovery makes me feel an implicit affection, love.
Composition 5 on the topic of love. Father's love is a mountain that cares for life; Father's love is fire, igniting the fire of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the road, guiding life. ...
Once I didn't understand why my father's hair turned white. I don't understand, father's smiling face will become haggard? I don't understand. Who is my father working for? I don't understand why my father's back is bent. ...
Until that day, let me understand everything.
On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I waited outside the door for my father to take me home. I'm impatient and have the money to go home by car. However, I saw a dark sky and the man waiting for me in the cold wind. I clearly see my father's white hair, not the bright moon, nor the gorgeous rhetoric decoration, but one by one.
Obviously, my father saw me. I stopped covering my coat with my hand and ran to my father in the cold wind and heavy rain.
At that moment, I saw my father's fiery heart in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears. My father grabbed my hand and tried to soften it. I held my father's cold hand tightly, and my father tried to avoid it, so I quickly pulled it back. I know, I am grasping the wealth of my life.
My father turned into a mountain, into a fire, into a lamp, into a road, into a little fatherly love, and accompanied me every day, every minute, every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your life is my wealth, because with your love, my life will not be poor or cold.
Father Although he has gone forever, many times I remember my father clearly. I remember, before my father died, I couldn't go to work at that time. Mom and I will clean up his office. As soon as we opened the door, everything on the table, chair and room was covered with a thick layer of dust. As heavy as the owner of this room, my mother and I packed my father's books, magazines and many notebooks without talking. To our surprise, on the desk, the original dripping Guanyin has dried up, leaving only thick branches lying helplessly on the flowerpot. I was very sad at that time, and I always thought it was an ominous sign. Now, whenever I walk through that door and that window, I miss my father deeply. I remember, many nights, you told me a lot about your past, and I often fell asleep listening to it.
Now that I think about it, what you say most is the experience of reading. My father was a junior, and the vigorous Cultural Revolution ended his high school life. Although my father studied in a provincial key high school, he made outstanding achievements and could only bid farewell to the ideal of the university. After the resumption of the college entrance examination, my father was admitted to the university and was already dragging his children when he was studying. This difficulty is self-evident. He never buys textbooks. He borrows them from the library and copies them if he can't borrow them. Now that I think about it, the most you talk about is the experience of pulling coal with people. My father had two younger brothers, and my grandmother died young. When he came back from high school, he shouldered the burden of his family and used a donkey cart to pull coal with others. At that time, the road in Shanxi was too difficult to walk. In the early winter, I trudged through eighteen donkey carts and waded across the river. Because the river was swift, he washed his shoes and walked barefoot for a long time before he found the countryside. I remember that Sunday night, I cooked two fish and wanted to take them to my father. My father likes tortillas, dried bean curd and radish vegetable rice. Fortunately, my mother can do it. But these days, dad can't eat these things. I think it would be better if I could change my taste, but my idea has not come true. I came to see my dad, and he didn't even look, so he said he wouldn't eat. At that time, I didn't dare to insist that he eat a little. What annoys him most is that others always let you eat this and that. But now I regret it very much. At that time, if I persisted, my father might still be able to eat. I had no idea that these two fish I didn't eat became my father's last dinner. In the early morning of the next day, his condition suddenly worsened, and he could not speak or eat. Two days later, he died and embarked on that tragic road of no return.
Father, I think of you many times. I remember that day, my mother and I cleaned my dad's closet and touched his clothes. I can still vaguely feel his unique taste. There is a gray suit and a dark yellow printed tie. He dresses very freely and has great bearing. This wardrobe and these clothes silently retain the traces of his father, and his skirt is full of memories.
I remember that my father was lactose intolerant and could not eat fresh milk products. Because he is thin, I hope he often eats sweets, so I often buy him some fruit candy. Now every time I see colorful candy in the supermarket, I feel a bitter pain. Father, I miss you very much. I often think that the day you left, I held your hand so cold. I covered you with a thermos bottle and a thermos bag. I kept squeezing your palm, but my strength was so meager that it didn't warm your life. As I remember, those two figures, the cruelest ones, were twenty-three and twenty-two. It records the location of my father's grave, starting from the roadside telephone pole, counting 23 steps to the east and 22 steps to the south. These forty-five steps are the heaviest step in my life. I remember the lonely grave in the wilderness. I want to cry when I think about it. I want to cry at the sight. Want to cry when it hurts. Father, did you know from the grave? Of course you don't want us to be sad, but this parting of life and death is not extremely sad.
Father, I miss you very much. Today, my father's portrait hangs in the hall of my hometown. I can't help crying every time I see it. I looked at my father's emaciated face with tears, ruining his loving and eternal smile. But my dear father, who often tells me that cooking is too easy and getting up too late, will never be seen again. My father has become my eternal memory. Now every time I go to my father's grave, my father's last face and eyes appear in front of me in the firelight of paper money. His slightly moving lips always want to say something to us. I know you have a lot to say and don't trust your relatives, but you are too weak to say a complete sentence. Now, father, after you left, my mother's hair turned white only a few days ago, and the deep pain hissed to every one of your relatives. I am no longer a child under the care of my father. I feel like a bird, with pain in my heart, spreading its wings and leaving the nest, and starting to stumble towards the rain woven with tears. Father, I miss you very much.
In fact, I want to say ... "Look, this is for me ..." Dad said cheerfully. It's not a precious thing at all. Dad brought me a bracelet from Jilin. It's plastic. I looked at it and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. My relationship with my dad is beyond your imagination, but my family relationship is quite complicated. I don't like him. Rome wasn't built in a day. Can you imagine? Our relationship is not like father and daughter. After more than ten years of confrontation, our feelings will never be as close as those of other fathers and daughters. I didn't feel much about living in this environment since I was a child. When I was a child, I felt sorry for myself. As a father, he will never be careful. When I was a child, the door lock of my room was broken. I nailed it myself with a hammer. I won't catch it. Suddenly, I nailed it in my hand, which made me feel terrible. I glanced at my dad lying on the sofa, and tears of injustice poured out at once ... how can I love such a dad? How can I love him? I am so young, why should I support feelings that don't match my age? Why do other fathers and daughters love each other, but I have to fight for a small lock? I am a child with a father, why do I suddenly cry because of this coldness?
Seriously, my family is always like a family of four wrapped in a layer of sugar, and outsiders look very happy. Actually, it's nothing. My father is such a weak man, a hopeless henpecked wife. He is always so selfish and always thinks only of himself. When my mother didn't come to the table at dinner, he ate like crazy, leaving only vegetable soup. He will never know how to care about people, and my heart has long been cold. Forget it, accept it. As I grow older, my memories of my youth become clearer and clearer. When he went to the outsourcing site, he took a photo of me carefully and sold me a beautiful suit there, which cost me a lot of money, but the clothes were too small. He said it was useless for other children to wear it. It must be cute on me ... I lived in the north and never ate southern fruits when I was a child. Suddenly one day, he took out two pieces from his trouser pocket. It was sent by my colleague, so I brought it back for me to taste ... I suddenly felt like crying when I remembered the past. I looked at the plastic bracelet he excitedly sold me. I remember when he teased me when I was a child. I always fought with him in a domineering way. I always put my hand into the hem of his shirt without hesitation and left a long scratch with a snort. He knows I won't give up until I can't win ... Ah, my father never hides. But I never gave him a chance to love. I always keep him away from me like a hedgehog. I have never had a deep conversation with him. I thought he was always so superficial. I never really cared about everything about him. I never let my guard down on him, for fear that I would be disappointed. Watching him get older every day, no matter how many years, if one day, he is really not with me, the person I have always rejected and stayed with, the unconscious father is gone, then ... I can't imagine. My life will become more empty. When I really become a child without a father, it will be too late to think about him. When I grow up, I know the pain of losing, and I know that life can't leave too many regrets that I have no chance to make up for in my life. Father is by my side, let me feel ... father.
Tell you gently, dad, in fact, I want to love you well, give me another 20 years, believe me.