Love topic composition

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Love topic composition 1 Who ever thought that under that indifferent face, there is a heart full of love. Whenever I do something wrong, my father's repeated reprimands make my tender heart and childish face always covered with sad tears. Every education will leave a deep impression in my heart. That was when I was a kid. After I went to primary school, fighting with my classmates always attracted the teacher's reprimand. On the teacher, I saw my father's figure. In my heart, the teacher's face is indifferent, the teacher is synonymous with my eyes, and I am a withered flower. I like listening to songs in the dead of night and watching the stars from a distance. At night in the county, there are no lights in big cities and no silence in the countryside, but there is a feeling that fascinates me, and that is sadness.

After entering middle school, my grades have been unsatisfactory, and my master is like a cloud, which reminds me of the fierce race in primary school. I once went back to the past and lived that carefree childhood. But his father in his eyes said that he should look forward and face all the difficulties that will happen bravely. Difficulties are like springs. It won't come back to you unless you pull it. The more you retreat, the only way is to fail. My father's words touched me a lot, but they didn't leave a light in my mind. But I know that my father has a heart that loves me under his strict appearance. To be a man, you should learn to feel. Aren't all the people who used to see me my dad? They all love me, but I didn't know it before.

The so-called: the depth of love is the cut of responsibility. Tao is ruthless but affectionate, that's all. Don't be fooled by the indifferent appearance, the person who really loves you is the one who is strict with you! Love doesn't have to come out, but that kind of ruthless love is the true feelings.

When it comes to love, I believe everyone will think of what love is, what is true feelings, how to do it and many other endless questions.

Love means a heart full of love and truth. Speaking of passing on love, I can't help but think of the snowstorm that touched the hearts of all China in 20xx year 65438+ 10. ...

To this end, the school decided to donate money to the victims in the disaster area, and the activities were carried out in turn. 5 yuan, 10 yuan, 50 yuan, and even 100 yuan all donated one after another. It's really a scene where one party is in trouble and all parties are in a hurry, and everyone uses their pocket money to support the disaster area. Those students who donate 100 yuan are enough to get the title of "angel of love"

Love is a little instinct that everyone should have in life, and caring people are extraordinary people, because as long as everyone contributes a little, it will form a kind of love with great strength, even if everyone donates one yuan and ten cents, it can become the most pious love.

Nothing in the world can stop love. Love can put out fire, stop water, stop snow and, of course, melt ice. Love is omnipotent and powerful. It has the immortal power to do anything.

This campus donation activity can rekindle the fire of hope for the southern compatriots, make their families warm, relieve their fatigue and soothe their mental pain. In a word: "The motherland is our big family. Let's give some love to other students and make the snow heartless.

Love is actually another kind of tolerance. Love is a wonderful fate, which always brings us happiness and happiness. This kind of tolerance is not like parents, blood is soluble in water, because blood relationship is naturally good for you; This kind of tolerance is not like between classmates and friends, because there is a deep perennial friendship, and you will not be blamed for a small matter. What about the tolerance of love? I'm not sure, that is, there is no natural blood relationship and no feelings all the year round. Then why am I so kind to my lover? ...

Once upon a time, someone tolerated me like this, sincerely tolerated me, and loved me deeply with forgiveness. It's a pity that it's just an illusory dream. I remember one time, I didn't want to cook. Looking at the other one, he still looked at me with a bright smile, and I was unhappy. I snorted in my heart and said, "I lost money on the bus today, and I don't want to cook ..." I was just halfway through, and his smile deepened, and then he said, "Let me cook for you. Let you try my cooking ... "After dinner, I complained," I'm still unhappy and don't want to wash the dishes. " He smiled tolerantly again. "Ok, I'll wash it." We were sitting on the soft sofa watching TV, and he suddenly remembered something, like chatting and asking, "Enron, how much did you lose today?" I smiled and said, "I dare not say." There is tenderness in his eyes. "Go ahead, I won't blame you." I immediately giggled: "A steel shovel." He was not angry at all, but said, "I knew it, you lazy pig." Say, stretch out a white slender hand, fondly rubbing my hair, until it turned into a bird's nest, just put down his "poisonous claws".

Love is that you have seen through the other person's mind, but you have always tolerated her and tried your best to spoil her. ...

Love topic composition 4 cold wind whistling in the ear, leaves dancing with the wind. Such a symphony of the wind makes pedestrians work harder. Oh, my heart is full of love in such cold weather. ...

"jingle bells" and then I screamed, whoops ~ at this time, I was sleeping in a warm bed, and the clock had unconsciously reached 7 o'clock. "Get up quickly, you will be late!" My mother's voice came from my ear, "coming!" I yawned without disturbing Nye. After washing, look up at the clock, wow! It's seven fifteen! Shit, we're going to be late! I hurriedly picked up the bowl and took a few mouthfuls of porridge. "Mom, hurry up, I'm going to be late!" "Jump on my mom's battery car!

Along the way, the wind whistled in my ears, as if I was right. Even though I put on a thick cotton-padded jacket, the wind still tried to drill into my cuffs. I'm shivering with cold. It's cold! "Child, is it cold?" Mother's gentle voice came from my ear. "Of course, it's so cold!" If it is cold, put your hand in my pocket. Almost there. After listening to my mother's words, I put my hand into my mother's pocket and put my head on her back. Wow! It was warm when I arrived at the school gate, so I jumped out of the car and ran into the school. "Wait." "What now? I am going to be late! " At this time, my mother took off the scarf around her neck, pulled me to her side and put it around my neck, once, twice and three times ... I looked at my mother's red face and trembling hands, and my eyes were slightly moist. My mother looked at me and said, "If you don't hurry, I'll be late." However, God came, said goodbye to his mother, and then turned and ran into the school. "Slow down!" What comes from behind is still my mother's eager concern. ...

Love is a song that sings the great songs of the family. Love is a bunch of flowers, conveying the fragrance of family. Let's pass on the warmth of love and write love poems together!

Love topic composition 5 One night when I was six years old, I felt very uncomfortable, so I woke up my sleeping mother and said, "Mom, I don't feel well." My sleeping mother heard my words, got up in a hurry and ran to the hospital.

It was late at that time and there was no car, so my mother had to carry me to the hospital. She asked me to sit here, and she went to the queue to register herself. Finally, the doctor came to check and found that I had a fever. She also said that I had a high fever and needed infusion. My mother quickly said, "The fever is very serious, doctor, please treat my child quickly." Hearing the word infusion, I shivered and said, "I don't want to lose fluids." Mother said, "Dear son, be obedient. I'll buy you toys and food after you lose the liquid. " Hearing toys and food, my eyes lit up and I quickly agreed happily.

After I fell asleep after hanging the needle, my mother hurried to get the medicine. This medicine should be taken three times a day. My mother hurried to boil water, staring at the needle bottle and staring at the boiling water. After the water boiled, I began to make medicine. After I finished, I began to drink medicine. The medicine was too bitter. I only took a sip and said to my mother, "It's too bitter. I don't want to drink it." Mother said, "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. After drinking, I'll buy you toys and food. " As soon as I heard these words, I closed my eyes. No matter whether it was bitter or not, "Gollum" suddenly entered my stomach.

After intravenous drip, I couldn't walk any further, and my mother took me home again. As soon as I got home, my mother was busy going in and out. First, she spread clean bedding on me and cooked porridge. I sat by the bed and watched me finish eating. I told my mother, don't stay with me all the time. I feel uncomfortable looking at it. "My mother insisted," no, if you have a fever and vomiting again, who will take care of you? Besides, my mother was right to take care of you. My mother took care of me day and night until I fully recovered. My face is rosy again, but Amy's mother has dark circles under her eyes. I want her to buy me toys, alas. ...

His hobby is warmth!

Love topic composition 6 What is love? It was my mother who didn't have breakfast in the morning, but quietly put the hot meat buns in my schoolbag; It was my mother who took care of me regardless of hard work when I had a fever. When it rains, my mother waits for me to leave school alone with an umbrella. ...

In the early morning, most people were still sleeping, but my mother got up early to make meat buns for me. She was afraid of waking me up, so she made them gently: mixing flour, kneading flour, cutting meat … very busy! After a while, the steamed stuffed bun was ready. Only then did I wake up from a sweet dream. A few minutes later, I packed my things and hurried to prepare for school. My mother said, "Wait a minute." Then I carefully put the meat buns into my schoolbag, but I didn't care about eating them at all. At noon, I opened my schoolbag and saw the meat buns cooked by my mother early in the morning. I was moved to tears.

A few minutes before school, I saw it raining cats and dogs outside the window, and suddenly thought, hey, I must go home by myself today, and then I began to write the classroom homework assigned by the teacher. Soon, the bell rang, and the students packed their textbooks and lined up downstairs. Just when I was helpless, I saw my mother, standing there alone with an umbrella, and I jumped into her arms excitedly. ...

Motherly love is like a tree, not afraid of wind and rain, standing there tenaciously, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love is like a bird, flying bravely to the blue sky and trying to find food for its chicks; Motherly love, like a stone, is impenetrable and paves the way for me. Great mother, thank you for raising me and making me thrive!

Love topic composition 7 Love is everywhere in life, and maternal love is unrestrained; The teacher's love is enthusiastic; But dad's love is silent!

There has always been a desk lamp in my room, which has been with me for seven or eight years. Its color has become very old, no longer so bright, and there will always be one or two small flying insects flying around in the dark light. Although I still work like every day before, I am bored from the bottom of my heart.

One day, I finally made up my mind I used many tricks to persecute it. After the success of the crime, I asked my father for a new desk lamp. But who knows, dad got up and walked to my room, and it took him three or two times to fix the desk lamp. Then I went back to my room to read. When I got this result, I made trouble inexplicably and loudly asked my father for a new desk lamp. Father said angrily, "What do you want? Isn't it still useful? " Then he kicked me out of his room! I feel so sad that my father doesn't love me at all. Since then, I have ignored my father for several days.

One day, I lost my temper with my father again. At this moment, my mother came over and said to me earnestly, "Do you know? When your father was a child, not to mention desk lamps, even kerosene lamps were rarely used, so your father formed the habit of thrift. He often said that a porridge and a meal are hard to come by; It is difficult to keep thinking about material resources. You can't throw away good traditions just because life is getting better. Besides, for the happiness of our family life, it is not easy for your father to be afraid of suffering! " After listening to these words, I am ashamed. Just then, suddenly, a courier arrived with a ding-dong. Opening it, I saw that my father bought me a new desk lamp. It's so beautiful that I can't help crying!

Father is like an old desk lamp, with an unpretentious appearance and a rickety back, but always has a warm and bright heart. I love my father!

Love topic composition August light is bleak, like running water pouring on the table, reflecting my pale face. I sat by the window alone, looking at the test paper wet with tears, unable to bear to look back, looking at the pitiful scores in front of me, angry and annoyed: why is fate controlled by a piece of paper? I jumped up from my chair and slammed the door.

A person is walking on a tree-lined path, and the roadside is full of flowers and dense trees. It's summer now, but my heart is so cold and my mind is covered with snow. I can't help asking if spring will come to my heart. Plop, plop, a flapping sound came to my ears. I looked up and saw a crow flying towards a tree with a bug in its mouth. There is a bird's nest in the tree, and there is a little crow in the nest. They are mouth to mouth, feeding food, and the little crows are eating and screaming, so happy.

A spring breeze swept through my heart, calming down a lot, like a surging wave, suddenly excited. I thought of my mother. I don't know if she is still busy in the silkworm room, and whether she is still looking forward to the news of her daughter's senior high school entrance examination. At this time, she should be taking care of silkworms, just like taking care of her own children, with all her love. Maybe she was carrying water, stumbling along the uneven path, then struggling to put down the two heavy buckets at home, her hands akimbo stretched out a little bit, but she hurried straight to the silkworm house, carrying a big basket in her hands, hunching over and pouring a basket of leaves into the water. She said that the washed leaves have no pesticide residue, and the young silkworms will grow better, weave more silk and earn more, so that I can go to college in the future. I looked at her happily, smiled and nodded again and again, and did not forget to add: Well, I will definitely be admitted to the university!

Looking back, looking back, a warm moist overflowed from my eyes, and I clearly felt my mother's love. I can't give up my dream, even if there are great difficulties ahead, this love will accompany me to forge ahead.

Give me love, give me the whole world, and never know pain and joy. This is love, not asking for anything in return, just expecting children to grow up healthily and happily.

Love topic composition 9 Time flies, time flies, and primary school life has passed in an instant. My heart is full of nostalgia, and everything in my alma mater is so familiar; Every brick and tile of my alma mater is so kind. Everything that happened at my alma mater was so clear, with laughter and tears.

In the "Memory Cinema", the "old" picture comes to mind: in the last semester of the sixth grade, several good friends in our class sat together in class and discussed together. If there is a problem I don't understand, they will teach me how to do it. Slowly, I will do all the problems I can't do. I have seen how my classmates played together, played together and laughed together in the past six years. I will definitely remember this precious friendship. Teach me patiently. I suddenly feel very happy.

Once on Mother's Day, the school held activities and assigned tasks to each class. The task of our class is: ten works, I made an electronic greeting card. At that time, I searched some things online and found what I wanted many times. After hard work, the work was finally finished.

Although there is no prize for e-cards, my teacher, you are my second mother, and I can't repay your kindness to my education. Your contribution to students is irreplaceable by gold. Once a teacher, always a mother. How much effort and cost have you paid for this! Hair turns white. Here, I want to say: "My teacher, you have worked hard!" " "

My alma mater is like a big family. In this big family, we may not be related by blood, but we have lived here for six years like brothers and sisters. We love everything about our alma mater. She is the joy of my childhood and my beautiful memory. Alma mater, I love you and wish you better and better! Today, I am proud of the school, and tomorrow, the school will be proud of me.

Love topic composition 10 "Wang Yue, have you recovered from your cold?"

"hmm!" I nodded and looked at Teacher Deng cheerfully.

"Come on, make up for the lessons you left behind."

"Thank you, teacher!" I followed the sound and sat with Teacher Deng in the classroom.

"Open the book and read it." Teacher Deng motioned to me.

"A snail climbed a nine-meter-high tree, rising by one meter during the day and falling by one third at night. It started climbing in one morning, and how many days will it take to climb to the top of the tree? "

I read it, but I didn't understand it. I am full of doubts and don't know where to start to solve this problem. Teacher Deng seems to have read my mind. "Read it a hundred times and you will understand what you mean." Read it twice and pay attention to the key words to think about.

In this way, I watched it twice again and gradually got some ideas. Teacher Deng explained it to me in a more intuitive way, vivid and clear at a glance: "A big tree." Teacher Deng drew a big tree. "think about it first: snails rise by one meter during the day and drop by one third at night."

"oh! Teacher, I understand! "

I frowned, relieved, and immediately picked up a pen and answered quickly: 1- 1/3 = 2/3 (meters).

"Don't you have to slide down on the last day?" Teacher Deng inspired me patiently.

"Hey, yes!" I quickly picked up my pen and listed the formula: 9- 1 = 8 (meters).

I looked at Mr. Deng, and he looked at me: "Then think again: How many days does it take to increase by two-thirds a day and nine meters?" How to calculate the formula? "

I followed the teacher's inspiration, described it in words, and listed the formula in my notebook: 82/3= 12 (days).

"That adds the last day, isn't it 13 days?"

I took a long sigh of relief and nodded hard: "Well! Yes! "

"Isn't this problem solved?"

My heart is as beautiful as flowers.

At this moment, there is nothing and stars. Looking at teacher Deng's tired smile, I was both excited and full of deep gratitude.

The smell of love,

Moisturize things silently,

But it will seep into the heart and spleen,

Let me sleep sweetly.

Love topic composition 1 1 A mother's love is like a gentle sunshine, which warms her child's body. Like a candle, sacrifice yourself and light up your children. Mother is great and has the deepest maternal love.

I remember once, the school bell rang for a long time, and it was getting dark, and I was involuntarily afraid. I think my mother didn't come for a long time, so she kept muttering. "Tick-tock, tick-tock, hoo-hoo ..." The cold rain still carries the bitter north wind. I'm wearing clothes like a quilt, and I'm still shivering. Through the window, I saw some parents who came to pick up the students. Their umbrellas were blown over by the wind. The north wind blew so hard that the windows snapped shut. The clock is ticking, ticking, and I am involuntarily afraid and nervous again. At this time, in the storm, a familiar figure caught my eye. It's mom! My mother holds an umbrella in her right hand and my colorful raincoat in her left. Seeing my mother's figure, my heavy heart stone was put down. "Put it on, let's go home! Be careful not to catch cold. " It is this simple and gentle sentence that warms my heart. But later I learned that my mother should be on duty in the factory, so she came to pick me up late.

Outside the school gate, it was raining, and my mother gave me her only umbrella. I had put on my raincoat, so I gave it to my mother, who refused and forced me to put it on. After several rounds of pushing, my mother still won ... I watched her figure carry me away, and I was moved to tears.

This is my mother, how much maternal love is contained in her simple words. I cannot repay my mother. It is best to repay her with excellent grades and excellent performance.

Love topic composition 12 Treat love correctly, then love will not be hindered, love is selfish, love is an irregular game, the person who is played will live in pain forever, maybe her wound will heal slowly, but it really takes a long time, the wound itself is uneven, and someone needs to help her fill this tragic feeling. The person who once said she loved you now loves someone else. Although he doesn't say anything, his heart really hurts. It turns out that when he loves you, he is also planning his next role. Love is a strange feeling, which will make you happy, painful, annoying and distressing. When you are in love, don't think too far, don't count too long, think about present happiness, think about present happiness, think about present contentment, grasp present happiness, and put aside long-term thoughts, I hope. Can last forever.

Perhaps, love is a kind of giving up. Only by giving up can another person open his heart. Love is also great. It can contain anything, no matter how harmful it is to his existence, no matter how harsh it is, but if it is transformed into power, it will be great! Love, like a straight line, can be extended forever without end. Because a straight line has no fixed starting point, of course, there will be no end point. Yes, everyone wants love to last forever, but not forever. It is only possible that two people will betray each other ... if they love each other, they should not doubt the other half. Fighting and bickering is really boring, but it also increases our feelings.

... in fact, love is really beautiful ~

Love topic composition 13 Mid-Autumn Festival, missing my hometown.

In the moonlight, the door of my hometown, the mark on the door, and the people next to me.

The rough door of an old elm tree can't stop any cold wind, and the deep and shallow notches on the door frame record the growth process of our four children. Stroking these nicks, I seem to have walked from childhood to now, and my heart is full of faint warmth, and I have returned to the era of fighting for nicks.

Every time we carve a mark on the door, it means that we are one year older. We feel indescribable joy and pride when we see the scores rise one by one. What's more, we foolishly hope that we can grow up quickly, so that the mark can rise to the roof one day, and then other children can only reach my waist, so that I can look down on them like a giant.

However, every time a goal is scored, there will always be an argument. Of course, I always fail. Because I am the youngest, my score is of course the lowest. So, I cried, and my grandmother lifted it a little when she scored for me.

On New Year's Eve, as soon as the New Year's Eve dinner was finished, the four of us took grandma to grade. For more than ten years, she happily engraved, who are we happier than? Day after day, year after year. The door is still that door, and the person is still that person, but the child has grown up. She used to bend over to carve, then she stood on tiptoe, and now she stands on a small bench.

But it seems to have become a tradition. Grandma has been obsessed with it for a year. A few days ago, when she called, she said to me, "When you come back for the New Year, I will grade you. You must!"

Maybe that's why grandma has been reluctant to tear down that door. When I was decorating my grandma's house a few years ago, my uncle wanted to tear down the door, but grandma refused. She said, "What is so beautiful? This door is a record of the growth of several children, and people can have a collection. This door is my collection. " Everyone laughed.

That dark and old door is out of place with the newly renovated house, but when an old man engraves his blessings for his grandchildren with love, the door mark is like a bridge of love, which will accompany us through a long life.

Door marks, love is silent.

Love topic composition 14 naughty me, honest father and ordinary mother, these three basic elements constitute a very ordinary family.

In my opinion, middle-aged parents who are addicted to all kinds of romance novels are not romantic at all. Although she is only in her forties, she has long been regarded as an "old man and old woman". Between them, there is neither Wei Zi nor Er Kang, nor San Mao and Jose, nor Jack and Rose's fierce tragicomedy. What they have is simple.

Once I asked my father if he knew what "romance" was. My father just smiled and said, "Only the old men and women are our" romance ". This sentence made me ponder for many days, and finally, I suddenly realized.

what is love ? Mom and dad gave the answer with their love and understanding of each other in seemingly mundane daily chores. Every morning, they struggle to get up and do housework in order to let each other sleep for a while; Every time I get off work and hear the bicycle ring, my mother will instinctively lean out of the window to see if my father has come back. After getting the bonus, everyone will buy a small object that the other party likes, in order to give the other party an unexpected surprise ... Yes, love doesn't have to be vigorous, sentimental, and it doesn't have to go anywhere; Without the depth of the blue sky, there can be the elegance of the stream, without the vastness of Yuan Ye, there can be green grass. My parents are practicing their lifelong commitment with their own practical actions.

Sometimes I complain why I wasn't born in a wealthy family or a family in Gao Qian, because a less wealthy family can't satisfy my various desires, but now I understand, because "love" is always there. "love" is the cup of mellow green tea on the table on the day I reviewed for the exam; "Love" is a parasol in the hands of my father standing outside the examination room in the scorching sun. "Love" is the wrinkles on mom's forehead and the white silk on her temples. ...

Love topic composition 15 topic design

Read the following materials. The college entrance examination composition according to the requirements:

Just as Zeus caught lightning, scientists caught a pattern. The scientist brought the law back to the laboratory. Throw it into the fire and burn it. Then immerse it in water to cool it. He looks like a man with a heart of stone. He criticized and deliberately criticized the law again and again, carefully examined the law, and even prepared a guillotine and gallows for it.

The law sees the stern face of scientists. I shed tears unconsciously: "dear scientist, you worked hard to catch me, even at the expense of your own life, but why did you treat me like this?" -my black boy, "the scientist replied with a frown while doing the experiment. In the scientific career, true love is severe. The purpose of doing this is just to hope that when I turn into dust, you can still stand in the world! "

The scientist's attitude towards the law and what he said in the fable. What does it remind you of? Please write an article on the topic of "love". You can write your own experiences, experiences, feelings, opinions, stories, fables and so on.

note:

① Self-determination;

② Style selection;

3 topic self-made;

(4) Not less than 800 words.

Pre-writing instruction

This fable can be understood from three aspects:

1. Scientists become scientists because they have scientific spirit. They not only love the truth, dare to discover it and demonstrate it rigorously, but also have the spirit and spirit of giving everything for it.

2. The reason why the law can become a law is that it has been repeatedly tempered and tested, and it is full of the "love" of scientists. Just like a person's growth: only by daring to accept tempering and accepting "severe love" can it become useful materials.

3. Expound the dialectical relationship between scientists and laws. No matter scientists or law, educators or educatees, they should treat "love" correctly and understand it correctly.