Composition on the topic of love

Whether in school or in society, everyone is often exposed to composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe that many of my friends are very distressed about writing essays. Below are 6 essays on the topic of love that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Composition on the topic of love Part 1

One winter a few years ago, my family and I traveled to Hong Kong. The night I returned to the mainland, my parents took me to the bus station to wait for the bus. It was extremely cold, and the naughty Feng child was busy playing hide-and-seek with the crescent moon in the sky. He accidentally "bumped" into me.

"Ha...yawn! So...so cold." I said shivering. My parents went to buy drinks, and a grandma standing in front of me cast a concerned look: "What's wrong, kid? Is it cold?"

I nodded, but quickly shook my head. , said: "No, it's okay." I didn't want to worry this strange Hong Kong grandma. Although there were a few small stars blinking at me in the sky, they were much darker against the backdrop of thin clouds. I held my almost frozen little hands with my mouth. The heat turned into a white mist under the light. It was really cold!

Grandma noticed my movements and guessed that my hands were numb, so she turned around, held my hands in her hands, and blew into my hands. The warm air rippled in my palms and turned into a warm current flowing into my heart. Grandma's kind look is like a mother caring for her child lovingly. My hands gradually became a little warmer, and my heart was full of gratitude: for the first time in a foreign land, when I was helpless, I had such a kind-hearted grandma to take care of me, even though we just met by chance...

Grandma rubbed it again Rubbing my little hands, she asked with a smile: "Is it much warmer?" After saying that, she seemed uneasy, and quickly took off her large scarf and put it on me, and warned: "Be sure to wear it! "Seeing that I didn't refuse, she smiled happily.

Another gust of wind blew, and with the wide scarf, I felt much warmer, but I could clearly see that grandma’s silver hair was very messy by the cold wind. Without the scarf, she shivered a little. Just when I was apologetically trying to take off the scarf and return it to grandma, my parents came back.

When my mother saw this, she quickly took off the scarf and gave it back to grandma, thanking grandma constantly. At this time, grandma said to us excitedly: "Kids, look, the bus you are taking has arrived! You don't have to suffer from the cold anymore."

The bus has arrived. If I heard this news ten minutes ago, I would definitely jump three feet high. But now, I can't be happy anymore. Because this Hong Kong grandma took another car, I had to say goodbye to her.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car quickly!" Mom urged me.

I turned around and hugged grandma tightly: "Thank you, grandma! Goodbye!"

"Goodbye, kid!"

Go home On the way, the deserted crescent moon still hung quietly in the sky, but my heart was warm. Essay on the topic of love Part 2

Has anyone seen such a scene: an old man, holding a cane, helped a strange child who was seriously injured and sent him to the hospital. The old man said to the child : "You don't need to thank me, you just need to look at me to help others and say to them what I said to you"...

I don't think anyone has seen it. But I saw it.

It was a sunny Sunday and my friends and I were playing. There was only a sound of "Ouch", and a child's head was broken. A stranger came hurriedly, immediately picked up the little girl who had fallen on the ground, and sent her to the hospital.

Two hours later, a car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and a man in black walked into the hospital. After a while, two people followed him out of the hospital. Of these two people, one was the little boy who broke his head and the other was the old man.

I saw that the old man's face was pale, he was seventy or eighty years old, and his sparse white hair was shining.

The child's father took out the medical bills and was about to hand them to the old man. The old man said to the child and the child's father: "You don't need to thank me. You just need to help others like me and put my words into words." Just tell the person you helped."

After saying that, the old man waved and left. Composition on the topic of love Part 3

Some words are difficult to say. Today, I finally have the opportunity to say to my mother through the form of composition: "I love you, Mom!"

I remember that when I was young, I often had a fever. When I had a fever, you always took care of me at night. I spent the whole night taking my temperature, feeding me boiled water, and worrying all night without a wink. Sometimes, when I haven't gotten better early the next morning, you rush to take me to the hospital to see a doctor. Occasionally, I saw the wrinkles on your forehead and a few white hairs popping out of your black hair. I knew it was me who made you worry. That once beautiful face has become a little old, and I have a kind of Indescribable feeling. Mom, you have worked hard.

One time, you and I went swimming. At that time, you gave me a demonstration and encouraged me loudly.

When I learned to swim, your clothes were soaked, and I felt an indescribable discomfort in my heart. My mother's encouragement is the support on my growth path, and my mother's encouragement is the driving force for me to move forward. Every time, when I want to give up, I always think of your encouragement, and I continue to fight, secretly swearing in my heart that I will never let down your expectations of me.

I still remember one time, I was scratched on my arm by something. When I got home, you helped me disinfect it, again and again, always so seriously. I saw beads of sweat coming out of your head. At that time, I was very sad. I will protect myself in the future, take care of myself, and stop worrying my mother.

I want to say to my mother: "Thank you, my good mother!" Essay on Love 4

It has been half a year since my grandma passed away, but my love for her Love and longing have always echoed in my heart.

I remember one day in May this year, my mother asked someone to rush me to the hospital bed where my grandmother was hospitalized, but my grandmother had stopped breathing. I threw myself into my grandfather’s arms and cried like a tearful person. Later, on the day when my grandma’s ashes were buried, I got up early in the morning and wrote a farewell essay to her. I wrote down on paper my feelings of gratitude and longing for her. When I cried and recited word for word like an adult in front of the grave, I really believed that I had grown up. But in the past few months, I always feel that I am still living in my grandma’s shadow.

When I came into this world, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my mother and grandma. In my heart, my grandma is the closest and dearest person to me; in her heart, I am her treasure. I was born under a prenatal care policy by my mother. I had been in poor health since I was a child and had to go to the hospital for injections almost every month. Whenever I get sick, whether it's windy, rainy, or scorching hot, my grandma will always take me to the hospital as soon as possible, stay by my side carefully, and take care of me meticulously. One cold winter afternoon, I suddenly developed a high fever. My mother went to work. My grandmother was so anxious that she picked me up and ran to the hospital. She wrapped me tightly in her coat. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw my grandma shivering from the cold. I was so moved that I hugged her tightly and thought to myself: I must honor her when I grow up. Every night before going to bed, she would climb downstairs to the seventh floor where I lived several times to check on me, asking if I had slept and if I wanted to eat. In my impression, it seems that she never cared about herself.

Grandma not only cares about my life and body, but also cares about my study and progress. Grandma is the "backbone" of the family. She has to take care of everything big and small, and is busy every day. But whenever I encounter difficulties in my studies, she immediately puts down what she is doing to help me. When I started to learn Chinese Pinyin and the pronunciation was not accurate, she bought Pinyin pictures and posted them on the door, and took the trouble to lead me through the letters one by one. My painting and manual work were not as good as those of other students, so she taught me step by step, all the time. Accompany me to finish my homework; whenever my mother is angry with me, she is my "patron saint". Especially during the weekly democratic life meeting at home, even though my parents summarized my shortcomings, my grandma always found many achievements and advantages in me that even I had not discovered. I had confidence in myself. At that time, I felt that my grandma was the best and best person in the world.

However, now that my grandma has left me, every time I think about never hearing her warm and sweet voice or seeing her kind and kind smile, I feel very sad and can’t hold back my tears. Live down. Now, I continue to attend the school where my grandma worked. Many of the teachers are my grandma’s former friends and colleagues. They are all like my grandma, caring and taking care of me in every possible way. This may be a kind of compensation and continuation of love! I am so happy to be able to live in a world full of love forever! Essay on the topic of love Part 5

I love the color of snow-white because it represents peace and purity.

The clouds are snow-white, and they turn into chickens, lambs, and puppies for a while, as if they are playing hide and seek with me. The snowflakes are white. In winter, the snowflakes fall one after another. The scene is so beautiful. The white dove is snow-white. Don’t underestimate it. It represents peace. Having a white dove in your home is like a blessing of peace. Jasmine is snow-white. In summer, jasmine gradually blooms, and its fragrance can be smelled from a long distance. When that little flower turns lavender, its life is about to end, but it brings us beautiful memories.

In the future I will be a doctor, wear white clothes, and help others like an angel.

Ah! The snow white color is so nice, I love this snow white color. Essay on the topic of love Part 6

When the first sunshine in the morning passes through the dark night, it is the love that the sun gives to the earth; when the first ray of light in the dark night passes through the clouds, it is the love that the moon gives to the fertile soil. love; when mother brings a cup of hot milk, it is the simplest love that mother gives us.

I once saw such an advertisement. A little boy struggled to carry a basin of water and said to his mother in a childish voice: "Mom, wash your feet!" The mother had been busy all day, so she went to his place. A pleasant smile appeared on his slightly tired face. Looking at such a picture, I couldn't help but burst into tears. It turns out that love is so simple.

After entering middle school, there was an inexplicable irritability surrounding me, and the seeds of rebellion sprouted in my heart. From time to time I would have a lot of fights with my parents.

that day. When I came home from school, I saw that my home was empty. I couldn't help but wonder, why is there no one at home? "Dad must be at work. Mom may have gone to play mahjong. Let's wait a while." I said to myself. But time passed bit by bit, and I went to the balcony from time to time to look. What disappointed me was that I didn't see my mother. I was a little angry and thought, why don't you tell me in advance if you go out? The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became, so I walked into the house, picked up the phone, and started dialing my mother's number. "Dudu, the call you played." I hung up the phone and replayed the call again. It was still the annoying unreachable sound coming from the other side. This made me completely angry. I threw away the phone and sat alone on the bedside in silence.

Until about 7 o'clock, I heard the sound of the door lock opening, and I saw my mother holding a big bag. She turned her head and saw me and said, "Did you see the note I left on the coffee table?" I She replied coldly: "No." Mom seemed to notice something. He walked to me and sat down next to me with a smile: "Son, I'm sorry! Mom and dad were in a hurry and I forgot to tell you." I still said lukewarmly: "What's the emergency?" Dad is here too. I persuaded: "Your Uncle He asked us to have dinner in Huaying for his birthday. Your father and I stopped by to buy clothes, so we came back late." I mocked: "This is really urgent!" Dad frowned. I wrinkled and then stretched out, and joked: "Come here, son, how do you like dad's clothes? It's more than 800 yuan!" I squinted at dad, the corners of my mouth curved, and said, "It's really enough. It’s so cheap! You spent more than 800 yuan to buy such a shabby dress. You are so discerning!” Dad finally couldn’t control his temper and said in a loud voice: “Shut up!” Mom, do you want to go play? Actually, I’m going to take your mom.” Mom kept giving dad looks, but dad didn’t say what he wanted to say in the end. I was so angry that I stood up from the bed and said, "Isn't it?" After hearing this, Dad left the room without saying anything. At this time, my anger had subsided a lot. I sat back on the bedside again and looked at my mother with tears in her eyes. My mind went "boom", no, I suddenly remembered some things in the hospital that I accidentally saw a few weeks ago. Medical records, X-rays. I whispered to my mother: "Mom, where did you and dad go? Is it the hospital?" My mother hugged me in her arms, held my head, and said to me: "Silly boy, what are you thinking about? Mom just went to check her body, everything is fine." In her warm arms, she held her rough hand and stared at her face. It was a somewhat sallow face, with ravines outlined in the corners of the eyes, and the silver hair buried deep in the forehead shone with the silver light of time. Only then did I realize that my mother had changed, becoming a little older and taller. But my mother's embrace is still as warm as yesterday, my mother's nagging, my mother's scolding, my mother's words, my mother's smile. Everything will be in my mind, and my mother will always be by my side, holding up the big umbrella to protect me from the wind and rain, and taking all the bitterness and pain into myself. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sore in my nose, and the tears fell into my heart drop by drop. At this time, all the resentment in my heart disappeared, and only the pride of my mother who had not been happy for more than ten years was left in my heart.

Thank you! Mother! You give me a beautiful life like the spring breeze, and you care for me to thrive like a big tree. It turns out that love is so simple. It turns out that it is everywhere around you. It is a word, a smile, an action, or even a look. But there is nothing that can explain it. If you feel it with your heart, it will quietly appear beside you and me.