I write my own composition about love.

1. Family is by my side. The source of strength comes from family ties, and confidence and courage are sought from family ties.

How many times at dusk and sunset, I stare at the sky and feel the familiar warmth and concern. I am intoxicated and immersed in the rosy water ... The release of hope will always be the wings of family, supporting me to rush into the blue sky and swim in the sky. Happiness goes without saying. With ignorance and longing, I always want to travel with reason.

Jumping over rivers, mountains, and climbing to the top of victory with courage are all family ties and give me confidence. Countless failures can always be faced bravely, countless difficulties can always be overcome, and spiritual comfort can't be given except for family members.

In life, it becomes warm because of family ties. Mom and dad, my closest relatives, grew up, and they created me today with their own efforts. Listening to their stories, I grew up slowly, learned to distinguish right from wrong and hated evil. I learned to be generous, confident and brave. Every bit of life is permeated with love for this world. Every success includes this silent support ... family, the source of everything, is the embodiment of hope and courage. However, it moistens everyone's heart with warmth and care. When I am hesitant and helpless, my family always makes me refreshed. Affection is beyond words, only lies in. Family is always full. The bell of history awakens the sleeping soul, and family can change everything. I have felt her magical power countless times, hoping to fly with the song. Family balloons fly to the blue sky with many people's dreams. I am happy because I have the care of my family. My ship of life has sailed to the sea. I am not afraid of the storm, because the family sail will not be destroyed. I firmly believe that I will reach the other side of success to meet the storm. Feel the affection, I get the inner warmth, I want to fly with my dreams, because the affection is with me.

2. Write a 600-word composition about family. In the first grade, my father loves me like a mountain, some are heavy and some are silent. Heavy because he gave us all the love, silent because he didn't know how to express it.

In the face of love, we should bear it silently, bearing a mountain of fatherly love ... In my life, maternal love is very important, and fatherly love is equally important. His familiar face and voice have been growing up with me silently. It was a bad weather with dark clouds, and a big hole was torn in the sky, as if laughing and growling. It's raining harder and harder, and my heart is getting more and more anxious.

My mother has gone to work, and as for my father ... he has always been very serious and indifferent in my heart, and he will definitely not come to give me an umbrella. Helpless, I had to stand quietly at the school gate and keep looking around. A sudden burst of anger in my heart spread rapidly.

When I was desperate to rush into the heavy rain, a familiar and unfamiliar shadow came into my sight in the distance. Is that dad? I've been asking myself in my mind. Near near, he came to me, it's dad! I suddenly felt a strange touch, and my father looked at me apologetically and said simply; "Let's go."

Dad's hair is a little messy. One hand is stuck in the coat pocket, and the other hand is trying to hold up an umbrella. His clothes were stained with some mud. I caught a glimpse of the hand by accident. Dad doesn't like to put his hand in his pocket, but today ... I stopped and found that his pocket seemed to be dyed red. I touched it subconsciously, and my father actually twitched. I pulled his strong hand out of it. I looked at my father, trembling and asked; "What's the matter, Dad?" Dad squeezed out a smile and said, "Nothing, I was caught by a motorcycle when I came to pick you up, so I came to pick you up naked ..." I froze my eyes and looked at my father, tears could not help flowing down. My father said in some confusion, "Nothing, really nothing." I held my father's hand and threw myself into his arms ... that's what my father did. There is always too much unspeakable love, always hidden in my heart, warm in my heart ... My father loves mountains, and there is always so much heavy love, but he secretly gives it to you silently, leaving no trace.

Motherly love is sultry in summer and mosquitoes are rampant. On the first night when I came home from afar, I made a bed in my parents' bedroom, and I planned to fall asleep listening to my father's snoring as I did when I was a child.

In deep affection, we talked late into the night. Later, my mother said to sleep, and the rest will be discussed tomorrow. She used a cattail fan to drive away mosquitoes and put down the mosquito net.

I fell down and fell asleep, and my home was full of freedom and Shu Tai. I thought it was enough to sit back and relax: mosquito-repellent incense was lit at my feet, and there was an electric fan that had already started running not far away.

Unexpectedly, I was bitten by mosquitoes in the middle of the night. Between sleeping and waking, I was beaten in the face and body. When I open my eyes, that unreasonable hand is actually my own! Tossing and turning, the light suddenly turned on.

I vaguely saw my mother get out of bed, gently lift the mosquito net and hang it with hooks at both ends, restoring the appearance of that day! I was wondering when I heard my father was tired and asked angrily, "What are you doing?" "Didn't you hear mosquitoes bite children?" Mother lowered her voice and her tone was a little excited. "Let's open the curtains and let some mosquitoes in to make the children suffer less ..." Then the light was turned off. With the night, it is silence.

After that moment, mosquitoes seemed to be "welcomed" into my account by my mother, and my drowsiness seemed to have been soaked in cold water. "Get some mosquitoes in!" I chewed this sentence repeatedly, and my eyes seemed to be stung by strong light. Soon, the tears from the left eye flowed to the right eye, and the tears from the right eye hit the pillow ... I cried in my heart: "Mom!" " "As a daughter, I often feel deeply unfilial.

For many years, like a kite flying high in the sky, I have long been accustomed to being lifted by the air and pushed by the wind, and I almost forgot my heart. I was tied by a long and tough thread, and I forgot my every turn and every flight, which could not be separated from the flying place in the distance, the hand holding, navigating and welcoming. "Get some mosquitoes in!" A plain sentence, but full of motherly feelings that will benefit me all my life.

Not only mosquitoes, loving mothers are always ready to share with their children, but also wind and frost, humiliation, frustration and misfortune! In the world, all debts can be paid off, except for my mother! Grateful Parents There are many people around me who deserve my gratitude, including my beloved teachers and loving parents. Among them, I am most grateful to my parents. They gave me life, they made me grow up healthily, and they trained me from childhood. I remember once my mother cried, and I was very sad that time.

The thing is, it was a Friday and it rained heavily that day. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to wrap my clothes in my schoolbag and run home. That night, my mother, who was working far away from home, called home and asked if it was raining. I said it rained heavily at home. My mother asked me how to get home. When she heard that my aunt didn't come to pick me up and didn't bring an umbrella, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. Later, I vaguely heard my mother crying. I repeatedly said nothing. My mother still cried that she would never go out to work again in 2008, and took care of my brother and me at home to go to school.

At this moment, my eyes were full of tears, but I didn't cry. I tried my best to restrain myself and comforted my mother that I had grown up, so I didn't have to worry about my mother, so I let her work outside with peace of mind. The more I advised, the more my mother cried.

I know that this is a great mother, always caring about her children, happy for their little progress, and even excited for their little thoughtful words. I hung up the phone, my mind was full of thoughts, and my heart was fluctuating. I kept thinking, have you been worried about your parents who are far away from home? Of course, it is unnecessary to miss them all the time. It is important to concentrate on doing well in your studies, repay your parents' love with good academic performance, repay the society with good academic performance, and add luster to your parents' faces. This is the comfort that parents need most.

"Be grateful, thank you.

3. To write a 600-word family composition, you need to write your own silent love.

I remember it was a snowy winter, and the whole land became extremely cold. In the morning, I opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother calling me by the bed, urging me to get up quickly. I was reluctant to leave the warm bed and kept yawning. After freshening up, I came to the table to have breakfast.

I sat at the table and looked at the delicious breakfast in front of me, but I didn't even move my chopsticks. I just sat there staring at the breakfast on the table, talking endlessly, complaining to myself, "If you eat these every morning, you won't change your taste!" " Grandma saw my face depressed and asked a few questions with concern. Who knows, I suddenly launched an "attack" and kicked off the stool. At this time, I seemed to be out of control, venting all my dissatisfaction on my grandmother, blaming her for cooking badly, why not change my taste ... After "unreasonable", I threw my chopsticks on the ground and sat on the sofa with a pout, panting. Grandma didn't say anything, just put down the chopsticks gently and stopped eating. I see. Grandma is unhappy.

Afterwards, I felt guilty. Grandma worked hard to cook for me, but I was so picky. I want to admit my mistake in front of grandma, but I don't have the courage.

On this day, I came to the classroom with an anxious mood, and I always felt a little sorry. I dare not face up to the eyes of teachers and classmates, because I am afraid that they will find this "secret", so I keep my head down and keep silent, and the scene at that time always comes to my mind. I remember that the teacher told us to respect the old and love the young, to be filial to our parents and to respect our elders, but I was … so ashamed that I couldn't hold my head any longer, and felt that the days passed so slowly.

The bell rang and I trudged to the door. I looked up and saw a stool and a pair of slippers standing at the door as before. My grandmother used to do this so as not to waste my time. Now, I have a "cold war" with my grandmother, but she is still doing it silently, and I am even more ashamed. I put on my slippers and went into the house. The room is empty and there is no one in sight. Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom are not at home, but there is a "delicious" table on the table. The delicious food attracted me and I couldn't sit still. This table of different flavors of food makes my mouth water. I "ransacked" it willy-nilly and patted it with satisfaction. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that my "garbage dump"-my desk was cleaned and the desk lamp was adjusted to the right brightness. There is a cup of soaked chrysanthemum tea on the table, and the aroma is overflowing. The quilt is also spread on the bed, and my favorite doll is placed on my pillow ... Seeing this, my heart was moved infinitely. I walked by quietly. Suddenly, I found a note under my pillow: "Today, we are not at home. Don't watch it too late at night." It's cold. Get dressed and don't catch cold ... "

Seeing this, I can't help it anymore. I lay in bed and cried. I deeply feel that love, sometimes silent, silent love, can make everyone's heart warm, and this warmth will always exist even under the pressure of winter.

The 4.400-word composition about affection is the sun, the moon and the stars, the closest relatives and the beloved parents. In parents' feelings, we taste family ties and feel love.

It was the first rain in 2002, and I was still studying in Class 6, Grade 2, Jihua. After school, all the students left, and I was the only one who was silent under the eaves. Suddenly, I ran over, threw an umbrella in my hand and said, "Here you are. Go home! " He rushed into the rain curtain before I could say thank you. It turned out that Yu's mother was already waiting for him at the door. In the misty spring rain, they hugged each other tightly with umbrellas, and Yu's mother was soaked to the skin. This scene reminds me of the time when my mother and I quarreled.

It was the night before yesterday, and I was about to fall asleep. Unexpectedly, my mother came. She helped me fight mosquitoes to drive away flying insects and turned on the light. I said angrily to my mother, "What are you doing?" Wake me up! ""just to help you fight mosquitoes. ".She said" pitifully "so annoying! "I shouted to her," Don't come again! " Mother had to leave passively.

I can't sleep either. Moonlight is like water, pouring in front of the bed, so soft. My mother cares so much about me, but I am as cold as a piece of wood. ...

As a celebrity said, "It's not that mom doesn't love us, but that she loves us so much that we don't feel that she loves us." It's as if we are not breathing, but breathing all the time, so that we don't feel that we are breathing. "

Motherly love is the most selfless, noble, sincere, passionate and lasting love in the world. This love will last until the mother's death and become calcium in the child's bones, salt in the blood and alkali in the sweat.

I took a deep breath. Tomorrow, I will give my mother a kiss. I will say, "Mom, I love you!" " " .

5. Praise yourself and write three 500-word compositions about family. I remember it was a snowy winter, and the whole earth became extremely cold. In the morning, I opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother calling me by the bed, urging me to get up quickly. I was reluctant to leave the warm bed and kept yawning. After freshening up, I came to the table to have breakfast.

I sat at the table and looked at the delicious breakfast in front of me, but I didn't even move my chopsticks. I just sat there staring at the breakfast on the table, talking endlessly, complaining to myself, "If you eat these every morning, you won't change your taste!" " Grandma saw that I looked depressed and asked a few questions with concern. Who knows, I suddenly launched an "attack" and kicked off the stool. At this time, I seemed to be out of control, venting all my dissatisfaction on my grandmother, blaming her for cooking badly, why not change my taste ... After "unreasonable", I threw my chopsticks on the ground and sat on the sofa with a pout, panting. Grandma didn't say anything, just put down the chopsticks gently and stopped eating. I see. Grandma is unhappy.

Afterwards, I felt guilty. Grandma worked hard to cook for me, but I was so picky. I want to admit my mistake in front of grandma, but I don't have the courage.

On this day, I came to the classroom with an anxious mood, and I always felt a little sorry. I dare not face up to the eyes of teachers and classmates, because I am afraid that they will find this "secret", so I keep my head down and keep silent, and the scene at that time always comes to my mind. I remember that the teacher told us to respect the old and love the young, to be filial to our parents and to respect our elders, but I was … so ashamed that I couldn't hold my head any longer, and felt that the days passed so slowly.

The bell rang and I trudged to the door. I looked up and saw a stool and a pair of slippers standing at the door as before. My grandmother used to do this so as not to waste my time. Now, I have a "cold war" with my grandmother, but she is still doing it silently, and I am even more ashamed. I put on my slippers and went into the house. The room is empty and there is no one in sight. Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom are not at home, but there is a "delicious" table on the table. The delicious food attracted me and I couldn't sit still. This table of different flavors of food makes my mouth water. I "ransacked" it willy-nilly and patted it with satisfaction. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that my "garbage dump"-my desk was cleaned and the desk lamp was adjusted to the right brightness. There is a cup of soaked chrysanthemum tea on the table, and the aroma is overflowing. The quilt is also spread on the bed, and my favorite doll is placed on my pillow ... Seeing this, my heart was moved infinitely. I walked by quietly. Suddenly, I found a note under my pillow: "Today, we are not at home. Don't watch it too late at night." It's cold. Get dressed and don't catch cold ... "

Seeing this, I can't help it anymore. I lay in bed and cried. I deeply feel that love, sometimes silent, silent love, can make everyone's heart warm, and this warmth will always exist even under the pressure of winter.

6. Write a composition on the topic of affection.

There is true love in the world and there is true love in the world. In deep feelings, the most important thing to remember is the affection that blood is thicker than water. The true love of blood is thicker than water is accompanied by the happy growth of children, and the feedback of blood is thicker than water, so that the elderly in Huasijia can spend their old age safely.

Everyone said that the father loves mountains, the mother's love is like water, the mother's love is gentle and sincere, the father loves mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers set each other off, playing a cheerful love song.

In a report, a story was truly recorded. In an earthquake, houses collapsed sharply, causing serious casualties to residents here. In the rescue of the rescue team, I overheard the baby crying, but found in the ruins that the young couple were carrying heavy objects with their own bodies, while the child among them was safe and sound, and a pair of parents made a love choice between life and death. Faced with such a choice, I think parents all over the world will choose surprisingly consistently, just because it is their child, and blood is thicker than water.

Landscape breeds civilization. We should protect the landscape environment. So what should we do about maternal love and fatherly love that is deeper than water and higher than mountains? A 65-year-old mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and was ill in bed. As a son, he witnessed his elderly mother lying in the hospital bed. At the moment when his mother's eyes collided with his own, he was heartbroken and decided to donate a kidney to his mother. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." What day did Shi Guo answer with action? He used love to make his mother's fragile body rock solid, and he used sincerity to give the greatest comfort to all mothers in the world.

Love our children deeply, care for them, it is deep love that brings the warmth of the family, and it is sincere action that writes about social harmony. Looking at the family is like a lamp, which quietly illuminates every corner of our lives, while the family is like the wind, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.

This is the family, so unpretentious, this is the family, so unforgettable.

Affection, flowers, fragrance overflowing, soaking people's hearts and spleen; Family, crystal dew, beautiful and pure, lovable; Family, bright moon, elegant and quiet, soft and attractive!

7. The 500-word composition about affection seems to involve the composition of affection from small to large, describing mostly mothers and their gentleness, kindness and love.

We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father. Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there.

My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father.

So I always laughed at her deep love for her father. Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving.

This is hard for me to imagine. I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life.

She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss.

This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me. I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us.

Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves.

It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible. Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well.

Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time. Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife.

I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all. After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself.

If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father. Yes, unfortunately.

Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart.

I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then, but over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone.

In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money". After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so the daily expenses seemed tight.

After discussing with grandma, dad asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look.

That sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

My father looked at me blankly and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you know our present situation, and we still need a lot of money after entering the university. There's nothing I can do.

Looking at my inarticulate father, I humbly told the truth, and suddenly felt infinite guilt, feeling that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father; At the same time, I have never hated and loved money as much as I did at that moment. While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, from two yuan sports lottery tickets to one hundred yuan welfare lottery tickets. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there with a pile of colorful papers in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

Once my father told me happily that he won a small prize, with a bonus of 100 yuan. He said he might win1800,000 next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow, or ... I suddenly feel that my father in front of me is strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, quit smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them. Deep down, at this point, I think my father is possessed, he is crazy, crazy in his unconscious.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me sad-my father, who was washing his face, said his lips hurt.

Maybe the internal fire is too heavy. I saw him.