Love in silence composition

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Love in Silence Composition 1

Love is a kind of power that illuminates the path of life for you in the dark; love is a kind of power that emanates for you in the cold Warmth; love is a kind of power that nourishes your heart when you are thirsty. The power of love is so great, but it is always unspoken.

Mary Washington, mother of U.S. President George Washington. She was widowed in her early years and raised her children with great hardship. During the seven years that George Washington commanded the American troops in the War of Independence, he was never discouraged by his son's defeats, nor was he intoxicated by his son's victories. She silently encouraged Washington with a letter from home, making him work hard and eventually make him the first president of the United States. Mary Washington—made the founding father of the United States with her silent love.

Anne Sullivan, Helen Keller’s first teacher, was also Helen’s lifelong teacher. She awakened Helen's soul with water; she brought hope to Helen with her touch; she brought "light" to Helen with her hug. In this silent world, she put all her love into Helen's heart. Because of Anne, there was Helen who conquered the world with her pen, and there was the world's immortal work - "If You Give Me Three Days of Light", and there was the "Sun of the World". Anne Sullivan - created "the sun of the world" with her silent love.

Hu Shi, a good friend of Li Dazhao, they jointly advocated the New Culture Movement, launched a fierce attack on the feudal countercurrent of respecting Confucius and restored restoration, and won victory. They forged a deep friendship while fighting for a new culture that would enlighten China's awakening. When Li Dazhao was arrested, he actively rescued him. After Li Dazhao died heroically, Hu Shi personally erected a monument for him and listed him as the first commemorator in his anthology. Hu Shi - used his silent love to water the flowers of friendship for the new culture.

In my opinion——

Mother’s love is a lamp that lights the way of life for you in the darkness. Teacher love is a fire that spreads the warmth of the world to you in the cold. Friendship is a watch that reminds you of the beauty of the years as you move forward. Although everything is subtle, love is indescribable.

Love is always like this, silent and boundless. Love in Silence Composition 2

The school recently conducted a vision census, and the myopia rate in our eighth grade reached more than 40%. This number is really amazing! My eyesight is getting worse and worse. When my father looks at my daughter who is about to wear glasses, he is really angry and hates him and comes up with a series of ways to save it...

Scene 1: "Dad brings How about you go to Sanmenxia? Do you want to go? Let’s go out tomorrow morning.” Dad tried every means to stop me from watching TV. He used both soft and hard tactics, first using various means to seduce me, and using my mother as the family authority to force me, he tried every method that a human mind can get along with! It was really well-intentioned, but at that time I refused to give in and resisted resolutely. Hey, I, at that time...

Scene 2: On the way to school, when I arrived at the school gate, I saw a familiar figure, dad? I'm not sure, the weather at that time was snowy and freezing! When I got closer, I saw that it was really my father! What do you think is going on when he comes to see me "all the way"? But as soon as he opened his mouth, I understood. He said, "Have you looked far away on time and rested on time recently?" I knew that he was here to "investigate" me, but I felt so happy! . Dad turned around and left without saying a few words. Looking at the retreating figure, I suddenly felt sour in my heart. There was a kind of power that broke through the ice in my heart...

"Only Mom is Good in the World" came from the campus radio. The song is ringing in the ears, and the heart is jumping up and down. Mother's love is like water, gentle and delicate, but who has the heart to pay attention to that mountain-like father? Father's love is broad and deep, and is always present, but he is not good at words or expressions. In Zhu Ziqing's "Back", I saw the richness and breadth of father's love, which was touching. The same is true for my father. The vicissitudes of his face tell the hardships of current events.

Students, pay attention to your fathers, and let these respectable and awesome fathers get some spiritual comfort. Love is unspoken! Love in Words Composition 3

Maternal love is the most precious love in the world. My mother always encourages me when I am discouraged, comforts me when I am sad, and accompanies me when I am happy. This makes me feel happy again. I remembered a song: Only mother is good in the world. A mother's child is like a treasure. When he walks into his mother's arms, he cannot enjoy happiness! I have never understood why it is said that "when you walk into your mother's arms, you can't enjoy endless happiness!" Through the following story, I finally understood that "cannot enjoy happiness" means endless happiness!

Everything in the world has feelings, especially maternal love!

This is a story about the Tibetan antelope. In order to save her children, a female Tibetan antelope used almost the same strength as the little Tibetan antelope to save her children. Descending, the baby Tibetan antelope stepped firmly on its mother's back and used the second fulcrum to take off, successfully landing on the opposite bank. However, the mother Tibetan antelope was unable to jump up for the second time and fell into the deep canyon. Killed! This scene moved the poacher who was about to pull the trigger. He fell to his knees and threw the sinful gun into the valley with tears in his eyes! This story also deeply shocked my soul and made my heart unable to calm down for a long time! It is the great and selfless maternal love that makes Tibetan antelopes choose to sacrifice themselves to protect their children. How can it be tolerated!

Maternal love is a harbor that allows us to stay away from the wind and waves and enjoy peace and quiet.

Maternal love is a guiding light, allowing us to see the direction forward and giving us confidence and hope.

Maternal love is the charcoal fire in the snow, allowing us to gain warmth.

Maternal love is rice when we are hungry, filling us up.

Maternal love is encouragement and support in failure and gives us confidence.

It is no exaggeration to describe maternal love with all the beautiful things in the world. Even if I have a wonderful pen, I still cannot write one ten thousandth of the connotation of maternal love! Love in Words Composition 4

Maternal love is the earnest advice when I am confused; maternal love is the earnest advice throughout my life when I am traveling far away; but sometimes maternal love can fill my heart without words and can warm me more. People's hearts!

In the summer I always ride a bike to school.

I remember one day at noon the sky was covered with dark clouds and it started to rain lightly. My mother told me not to ride today and she drove me. I originally left very early when I was cycling, but today it was much later than usual. I urged my mother to leave quickly, but she said calmly: "The school is not open yet, and it is raining outside. How comfortable is it to wait outside?" After several attempts to persuade her, my mother did not listen at all, and I was so angry that I rode my bike to the school. School.

The rain is still very light, and the raindrops are cool and refreshing on the face. The afternoon class was going so well that I didn't even notice that the rain outside was getting heavier.

It wasn’t until school was over that I realized that the outside was different from every day. Every day was the beginning of sunset, and now it was pitch black outside. I ran out of the teaching building, raindrops hit my face heavily, and the sky was filled with dark clouds, making the sun in the west shine red. This huge contrast in the sky, coupled with the students running out of school anxiously, gave me a feeling of "the end of the world".

I moved forward slowly in the sea of ??cars and mountains of people. At this time, I heard a sharp sound of the car horn. I looked back and saw my mother's car, and I was relieved. My mother said nothing and handed me an umbrella, but at this time the bicycle became a burden. The mother thought for a moment, folded the bicycle without hesitation, put it in the trunk, and drove home.

The dark clouds could not cover the evening sun, and the sunlight shone on my mother’s face, so beautiful. My mother accompanied me on the route ahead. Although my mother had no words, there was only warmth in my heart! Love in Words Composition 5

It is the warm spring breeze that melts thousands of miles of ice and snow, the gentle spring rain that touches the green grass in the garden, and the wordless love that nourishes the wounded heart.

Tears + snot = nod and smile

"No, I want it from my mother, I want it from my mother!" It was the first day of school in the first grade of elementary school, and my mother gave in. I went to school on my own and it was absolutely terrifying! There are so many cars and so many people in my mind, I’m afraid! But my mother only nodded to me and smiled slightly, alas, I am fighting alone. Finally he walked out of the house by himself. When I was walking on the road, I saw the joy of other children sitting on their mother's bicycle, and I couldn't help but cry. I thought to myself: "Mom, do you really not love me?"

Instant noodles + power outage = strength

"Mom and your dad go home to do farm work. You are at home by yourself. It will take about half a month. It's up to you!" You are at home alone, there are no adults, you have to arrange everything by yourself. Do it yourself, I'm only 13 years old! But for this family, I can do it!

Fifteen long days have passed, and I can’t bear to look back. There were leftovers for the first two days, and for the next few days, I could only eat instant noodles every day. This is the only thing I know how to cook! The most terrifying thing was that there was a sudden power outage the night before yesterday. The surroundings were silent and desolate. I had to quickly climb into bed, cover my head with the quilt, and kept saying to myself: "Be strong, you can do it."

"I picked up the phone and called my mother. My mother just said lightly: "My child, you have grown up. You need to take care of yourself and be strong!" "After saying that, she hung up, and I slowly uncovered it, because I am a strong child!

I recalled bits and pieces of the past, and thought in my heart: What my mother gave me is "Smile", "nod", "be strong"... It is all these wordless things that bring together my mother's love for me.

Mother's love is not like peach blossoms that scorch people at a glance, but like plum blossoms, whose fragrance lasts forever; Mother's love is not the thunder that resounds through the sky, but it is the spring breeze that blows the green earth; mother's love is not Longjing, which refreshes and nourishes the spirit, but is the fragrance of mulberry. Some people say: "The sun is silent when it rises, because it is smiling and light. Caress the flowers gently. "And I said: "Mother's love is silent because the wounded heart needs to be comforted with love. Love is in silence! " Love in Silence Composition 6

It was late at night, and I was rushing to write a mountain of homework. My father walked into my room gently and said lightly: "It's too late. I will write again tomorrow. Well, are there that many? "I nodded in a hurry, and he silently closed the door and left.

Unintentionally, I remembered what happened in my childhood. At that time, I was clumsily holding a kitchen knife to the food in my hand. I was cutting an orange, but my hand slipped and the knife cut on my hand. Immediately, blood gushed out like a fountain and dripped on the ground. I screamed, and my father rushed in. Seeing the blood on my hand, he hurriedly got out of the cupboard. He took out the medicine, rubbed it on my hand, and said to me: "Don't touch the water. "It's still so bland and without comfort... The father in my memory is very taciturn. There are no lullabies to accompany me to sleep, and there are no good stories in his mouth. Even when I am sick, he has no words to comfort me, but he He always did everything he could for me silently. With my father's silent care, I grew up. Time passed by, and when I reached junior high school, or perhaps during adolescence, my temper changed. I was very irritable. I would get angry and sulky when things didn't go my way. My father still wouldn't say anything. Whenever my mother would nag me, my father would frown and look at my mother. When I entered junior high school. In the first midterm exam after that, my grades were very unsatisfactory. On the way home on Friday, when my father found out, he still said in a calm tone: "Next time, take the exam well. "There is no more unnecessary words. I wish my father could question me, even scold me, but he doesn't...

I admire my father very much, because he is in the fields. When I was working, I never gave up because I was tired. I always sacrificed everything for my family in obscurity. This spirit of never giving up has always been with me as I grew up, and it also made me understand that I cannot be defeated if I make a mistake in an exam.

Staring at my father, the dazzling silver light made his white hair more eye-catching, perseverance was engraved between his clear brows, and the ruthless years had carved deep marks on his dark face. , that stooped back, rough hands... my heart aches every time I see these, which makes me more determined to study hard and live up to everything he has done for me. Love in Words Composition 7

In my memory, you are a person who is not good at words. You always make people feel cold, so cold that people dare not approach you. However, I can always feel your deep fatherly love. Maybe , love is in silence.

Mother's love is like water, gentle and delicate. Yes, mother always seems to have a lot of things to say to me, but all you leave me is silence. You seem to have nothing to say to me. , Or have you said that your mother has finished everything you want to say?

Every time after school, as long as it rains a little, you will pick me up on time with your umbrella, and then use your broad and warm hand to pick me up. Hold my little hand tightly with your palm. We are holding the same umbrella, but I can feel the umbrella tilting towards me obviously. You rarely talk to me on the road, but I still feel warm, because Love is in silence.

Every time I was injured, you would take me back. You would not blame me for being naughty. You would sit me on a chair and wipe me with disinfectant, while gently I blew on my injured knee, and then carefully wrapped it with gauze. I knew that my father had prepared these things a long time ago. I couldn't feel the pain, because love was hidden.

< p> Every time, after I fall asleep watching TV, you will gently hug me to the bed, for fear of waking me up; you will cover me with a soft quilt, for fear that I will catch a cold; you will be the guardian of peace. For a moment, I was afraid that I would fall to the ground; all of this, I knew in my sleepy state, and I smiled secretly, because love is hidden in words.

I finally understood that my father is not without words. There is nothing to say, but my father likes to express his love for me through actions.

Love is in words, and it is also in everyone’s heart! Composition 8

The most beautiful voice in the world is mother’s call. How many times have I recorded my mother’s love in my dreams, repeating it over and over again, taking root in my mind?

As the saying goes. It is said that children are the continuation of parents' lives. Perhaps blood is thicker than water, and love alone is the only thing to be cherished. One cold morning, I poked my head out of the bed and immediately smelled the fragrant smell of breakfast. Well, my nose took another whiff. , more appropriately, the aroma of poached eggs.

I stood in the living room and saw my mother busy making breakfast for me in the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes. I didn’t want to disturb her, but when I was about to turn around and go upstairs, I heard a scream. I was like a rocket. I ran to my mother and saw that my mother's arms were red. "Mom, how are you?" I asked while blowing her. "It's okay, it's okay..." He looked at her frowning from time to time, then gently rubbed the red patch, lowered her head and blew on it again. A few bits of oil were still jumping around like a naughty elf. After being pushed out of the door, I looked back.

When my mother brought the rich breakfast to the table, I saw yellow liquid on her hands. The redness was replaced by bubbles that gradually swelled and settled on my mother's arms. To this day, every time I see the scars on my mother’s arms, I can still recall her busy in the kitchen every morning and that love.

My mother and I never seem to talk about love, but every move she makes makes me feel a deep sense of exclusive love both physically and mentally. Mom is the best in the world. Mom is not good at expressing through words. Her love is all in words. My world can understand her love. Love in Silence Composition 9

The past is gone, the past is gone, more than twenty years have been like one day.

Changes come, memories come back, maternal love is as strong as the mountain and remains the same.

Spring goes and spring comes again,

Flowers bloom and fall,

What remains unchanged is you and me,

Because of you Always my favorite mother.

——Inscription

After several hesitations and wanderings, I finally picked up the pen and wrote down bit by bit with my heart...

When I After spending fourteen years in a daze and blowing out fourteen flickering candles, I finally understood: love is all in silence.

I remember that every time I took home the report card that was counterproductive, I used to look at the joy and sorrow on my mother’s face. But my mother always said: "There will be a chance to make up for it next time." There was no blame, but more words of comfort. I know that my mother will never ask for anything in return for what she has given me...

Some people say that life is a miracle given by God, but I say that it was my mother who gave me the miracle of life, and it was my mother who composed it with her heart. A brilliant note in my life.

When I came into this world naked, I could never understand my mother’s pain. The doctor gently tied a knot on my belly button. The place that was once connected to my mother has been with me growing up... When I opened my eyes for the first time, my mother's tired eyes were filled with expectations. What was flowing in my body was love. The condensation!

The night is dim. Love, roam.

Some people say that love will pass away and friendship will grow old, but family love will never be erased.

For more than ten years, my mother has paid so much for me, and she has not even noticed that the years have passed. I know that in my mother's eyes, I will always be just a child. Although my mother pretended to be strong on the surface, I saw her panic when I fell; anxiously walking around when I was sick; and the tears she secretly wiped away when I had a fever. She thought I didn't see it, but I did. Maybe she didn't know, but I secretly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes while lying on the bed. From that moment on, I swore: I would love this person forever.

Mother, your love for me - I will remember it - forever. Love in Words Composition 10

Sometimes love does not have to be expressed in words. Sometimes true love is expressed in actions!

I remember that time, my test scores were not satisfactory, and I had no way to vent my anger. As soon as I got home, I lost my temper at my busy mother, "Stop arguing, you talk a lot!...Don't bother me!" "Leave me alone!"

Every sentence full of resentment started from The words coming out of her mouth were like sharp swords piercing her mother's heart. The mother didn't say anything, just walked away silently. I walked into the room and deliberately closed the door loudly to vent my dissatisfaction. Then I took out the exam paper and found a chair to sit down. I don't know when my mother stood behind me. It took me a long time to notice her, and I became more and more impatient. "What are you doing?" I asked angrily. "I didn't do anything, I just came to see you."

After that, my mother found a chair at random and started writing "rustling-" on my table, without any trace of emotion on her expression. of joy and anger. I was puzzled, but then my thoughts slowly calmed down and I continued to read the exam papers.

After coming for a while, my mother left without saying a word, and there was an extra piece of paper on the table. I walked over and opened the piece of paper. On it were a few lines of words:

Xiaolong! I understand your behavior today. Your score is a bit low, so that’s okay! Try harder next time, don't be disappointed because of one failure. Failure does not mean failure forever, and success does not mean permanent success. No matter what, mom will always love you!

I was stunned for a moment, my head was confused, and I instantly felt how great and delicate the silent love was. I cannot say that maternal love is the noblest, but in my mind it is the purest.

When I read to the end, my face was filled with tears, letting the tears flow freely...

Maternal love is like tea, clear and moist with astringent bitterness. Love in Silence Composition 11

Night falls, the stars have climbed into the sky, and the street lights have already been lit. But I was looking anxiously under the streetlight.

At this time, the weather was getting colder and I was only wearing thin clothes. Is it all my fault?

Obviously, the long wait had made me a little impatient, and a car passed me by. How I wished it was my mother's car, but it wasn't.

At this time, an electric car parked next to me. My heart was filled with excitement and anger. My eyes lit up, it was my mother! "Why did you come so late? It's so cold!" I said complainingly. "Some things have been delayed." After saying that, he put on the crimson scarf for me. However, as I grew up, my mother could no longer reach me. So, my mother put her feet on the ground and put the scarf around my neck with difficulty. When she was helping me put on a scarf, my mother's hand touched my warm neck. I shook involuntarily. Those rough hands were actually cold!

I looked at my mother in disbelief, but my mother was as if nothing had happened. She was carrying my heavy schoolbag. It was obviously difficult for her to carry it with one hand. She held her schoolbag with both hands again, and then put her schoolbag in the car.

When I got in the car, the anger I felt at that time was gone, my neck became warmer, and a warm current surged out of my heart. I looked at my mother's shiny black hair, which actually had some silver strands. My heart couldn't help but tremble, and tears filled my eyes. Thinking about my mother's attitude before, I regretted it extremely.

The tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, and accidentally flowed into my mouth, which was painful.

When I got home, my mother looked tired, but she still had to cook for us without any complaints, and I...

Love is not in words, but in my heart ! Love in Silence Composition 12

The warm sunshine shines through the glass window into the empty cup. If you smell it carefully, the rich smell of milk tea still remains on the cup. I lay on the table, stared at the little cup overflowing with love, and smiled.

"Ha, thank you, aunt!" I held the cup of warm milk tea with satisfaction and thanked my aunt. This cup of milk tea is a trophy that I spent a lot of time in exchange for. For me, it is a "once-in-a-month" experience! I jumped from the kitchen to the living room, and the fragrant cup of "baby" was carefully placed on the guest table. "Ahem!" I looked up and saw my father sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and reading a newspaper.

He saw the steaming milk tea in front of my knees, frowned, tapped his fingers rhythmically on his thighs, sighed softly, turned around and continued to read the article attentively. I was stunned and ran back to the room to get a book to read. I was worried that my father would think that I had nothing to do and was doing something useless.

When I returned to the living room with the book in my arms, my heart skipped a beat. I looked at the half-cup of milk tea in shock. I was so scared that I took a big step back and swallowed. . My intuition told me: Dad must have drank it! I couldn't help but look at my father who was still reading the newspaper. His actions were exactly the same as before the incident, no change. I planned to pretend to go back to the room again, and then hide behind the door to find out.

It’s indeed dad! I witnessed his entire crime process. He first gently put down the newspaper, sneakily approached the almost cooled cup of milk tea, stretched out his hand, grabbed the handle of the cup and started to devour it. I accidentally touched the wall and made a slight sound. He stopped within a few seconds and "crawled" back, pretending that nothing happened.

I angrily asked my mother for comment, so my mother stopped what she was doing and said slowly: "You, you don't understand what your dad means, do you? He is afraid that you will get fatter as you eat more." I paused, then immediately turned around and ran back to the living room. The cup was empty, and there was an orange next to it. I walked up to my dad and gave him a big "bear hug" without saying a word.

Love is all around you, love is unspoken. Love in Silence Composition 13

After watching this scene, I was deeply moved, as if a warm current slowly flowed into my heart...

My My father was a man of few words and rarely spoke because my father was obsessed with his work. You must think that I lack fatherly love. I originally thought so too, or even worse, but that night, I changed my mind...

"You don't care about me at all! You All I was thinking about was your work! Not me at all!" On that day, I said everything I wanted to say, but my words seemed to hurt my father. At this time, as if my father wanted to compensate me, he stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I was so disappointed that I slapped his hand away, ran back to my room, and locked the door. But the moment I ran away, I seemed to catch a glimpse of my father's disappointed look.

After a while, my father knocked on my door, but I was still angry and ignored him. After a while, my father stuffed a piece of paper through the crack of the door. At this time, my anger had subsided a little, so I picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. It said: Son, I am sorry that I have ignored your feelings, but I still love you very much. From now on I will I will care more about you, I hope you can forgive me, I was wrong...

After reading these words, the anger I just felt has disappeared, and the wounds in my heart have healed instantly.

I opened the door and walked out of my room, and came to the study where my father had been working.

I looked at my slightly haggard father. My father was looking at the "footprints" of my growth, with a smile on his face, and he smiled so relieved. After a while, my father stood up from the chair and touched my head. This time I didn't resist. That day, I changed my view of my father. Before this, I thought I was not my biological child. On that day, a warm current flowed into my heart.

It turns out that love is not only between words, but also love without words. Love in Silence Composition 14

It’s another year when the leaves fall, and when I look back, love is scattered everywhere.

Perhaps I am young and ignorant and do not understand my mother’s love. I have always been unable to understand my mother’s good intentions. I also blindly think that my mother prefers my younger sister. Sometimes I will say that it doesn’t matter whether I have a mother or not. Same thing, only today do I realize that my mother loves me very much, and every mother loves her children very much.

Once upon a time, several classmates and the teacher gathered together to chat. The teacher was knitting a sweater while chatting, and asked casually: "Teacher, who are you knitting a sweater for?" The teacher pursed his lips and smiled, plain and simple. And he said happily: "For whom, my precious son." I thought to myself, the teacher's son is so lucky. It's great to have such a good mother knitting sweaters for him~! "Hey, it would be great if I had a mother like this... But... Hey, I don't want to think about it anymore... At this moment, my classmates were all talking about how kind my mother is to me, but I was the only one who was muttering in my heart. , the teacher seemed to hear my inner struggle, and kept saying that it does not have to be knitting to love, there are many ways to love, being good for your children from the bottom of your heart, and thinking about your children is love, yes, every weekend. My favorite food is waiting for me when I get home. It's either my favorite steamed buns or beef noodles. I still don't know what my mother's taste is and what she likes to eat, and her face slowly turns red from time to time... …

It is precisely because of my mother’s love and concern for me that she pays attention to everything about me and can always arrange everything for me appropriately, but I have always thought that I am As a neglected child, no one cares about me. Care can be verbal, or it can be silently paying attention to one's own child. How can this not be maternal love? Suddenly, I was dumbfounded. It turns out that my mother loves me very much, and every mother loves her children very much.

In the long journey of life, I am moved by the leisurely afternoon time, shed tears in the quiet midnight, and realize it in the dim light of the morning. It is love. .