In fact, love is all around you (composition)

Speaking of "love", we are no strangers. There is love between teachers and students, between relatives, between neighbors, and even between strangers. Love is in the fragrant cup of milk in the morning; love is in the bright and warm sunshine; love is in the gentle spring breeze; love is in the cordial greetings and smiling faces between people. Love is all around us.

The weather is getting cold. Mom brought you a piece of clothing to put on, and your whole body felt warm immediately. Did the clothes keep you warm? No, it’s more about mother’s love that warms your heart. When I was doing my homework, when I made a typo, my seatmate handed me a piece of eraser and gave me a smile. I must be very happy in my heart. I can write smoothly and write like a god. Is it the clean homework books and neat writing that make us happy? No, it’s the love of our classmates. Everyone’s friendship gives us strength, makes us feel comfortable and motivated to learn. When the test results came out and they were not ideal, and you were in the midst of self-blame and grief, the teacher patted you on the shoulder, comforted you, and encouraged you. Warmth flowed into my heart, and I determined to study hard and live up to everyone and the teachers who worked hard to cultivate me. This is the love of teachers. The love between teachers and students allows you to forge ahead, turn grief into strength, and stand up again bravely. There are many people who are patient with Fengxia: the impoverished Hong Zhanhui took in an unrelated sister and sent her to school to teach her how to be a good person. Care and protect her meticulously. I want to ask, who can adopt a lonely little girl who has never met her while sitting in a pot? This is both the virtue of the Chinese nation and the actions of this family. Love is all around us.

Flowers bloom because the sun gives them love: Willows sprout because rain and dew give them love: Peaches and plums bear fruit because Mother Earth gives them love: Crops mature because the farmer uncle gives them love . We mourn the defenders who surround us.

The strange words came out, but they were not very vivid in my mind. But the rice-sized flowers still struggle to emit all their fragrance. This fragrance is a love for the world. It doesn't expect anything in return, and it's even easy to forget. It is silently adding a color, a reminder, and a love to the world. It is love incarnate. True love is unrequited. As long as there is room for sweet-scented osmanthus in the world, love exists.

Every love is unobtrusive. Ordinary, yet extremely noble. Every love contains noble silicon elements that cannot be analyzed chemically. If everyone gives a little love, the world will be a better place. May the fragrance of osmanthus around us become more intense. The original life becomes more and more fragrant. May we all spread this intoxicating fragrance. The original world is full of love.