Five 800-word essays with the theme of love.

Affection is the driving force of life. It's like a guitar with an inclined back. The deeper you go, the more you can touch the heartstrings. Affection, like a string of keys hanging around the neck, opens melancholy doors and windows. The following is my composition on the topic of family. Welcome to read.

Warm love

My parents are doing business in Jiuquan, Gansu, and I stayed in the countryside of my hometown in Henan until I came to Jiuquan. I grew up in the rush of my parents. Since I was born three months ago, I have been brought up by my grandmother. So I have a deep affection for my grandmother, and I can't live without her at all. My grandmother is an amiable person. I remember when I was in the first grade, the school still paid tuition fees, plus miscellaneous fees and homework fees, which was only tens of dollars. This is really an astronomical figure for a poor rural family. Grandma didn't have that much money at all, so she had to beg the teacher to owe me to go to school first. After grandma came home, in order to make up for my tuition, she secretly went outside to pick up bottles and sell them. One day at noon, I came home and found that the door was locked and grandma was not at home. I was really worried! I ran to the street to look for my grandmother, but I couldn't find it for a long time. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After running for a long time, I saw my grandmother coming to me with a bag of bottles on her back. My confused grandmother:? Grandma, why did you bring a bag of bottles back? Grandma looked at me and said to me with a smile. Your tuition is too expensive, and grandma can't make money. In order to provide for your school, she has no choice but to pick up bottles and sell them. Now she hasn't earned enough money, alas! ? Grandma sighed, and after listening, my tears fell like broken beads. Grandma saw me crying and touched my head and asked eagerly, What's the matter with you? Why are you crying? Ah, Chun Yan, are you all right? I dried my tears and said, Grandma, why are you so stupid? Why? Grandma said:? I am not stupid. When you get into college, you won't have to pick up bottles and sell them like grandma. After entering the university, you will have countless money and countless delicious food. ? I cried and said: I don't want money, I don't want delicacies, I don't want grandma to suffer! I want a grandmother. I just want a good grandmother who eats well, dresses well and is healthy all day. ? Grandma shed tears when she heard this, held me in her arms and kept saying: My good granddaughter, grandma won't let you suffer. ?

Grandma really let me eat at noon. Although the food is ordinary, I taste delicious. In the next ten years, grandma tried her best to make me eat and wear warm clothes. Grandma often cooks radish and cabbage. Although many students are tired, I will never be tired.

In the sixth grade, I went back to my parents and came to a strange Jiuquan. My mother may feel that she owes me a lot. Many times, she always buys me a lot of delicious things, but she is always unambiguous about my study. My mother checked all the homework assigned by the teacher. When there is a wrong question, my mother points it out on the spot, not telling me the answer, but telling me the basic method. I always smile when I look at my mother's gentle face. Sometimes, when I make a mistake, I always dare not look at my mother's stern eyes, always blushing and lowering my head.

Grandma works hard, and so does my mother. They warmed me with love!

Affection is the driving force of life.

On the most helpless road of life, family is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the most lonely emotional road, family members are the most sincere companions, which makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is the clearest road sign, guiding us to reach our goal smoothly. Simply put, affection is just a small nest built by several branches. But I'm young, and I can jump into it at once. There is a bowl of water in it, which is cool and sweet, nourishing my thirsty soul. There is a bulging bag, full of fragrance, full of my endless desires; There is a bed inside, soft and warm, soothing my inexplicable sadness; There is also a potted flower, a painting, a poem, embellished with some reminders and embedded with some entrustment?

Emotion is a guitar that is carried obliquely. The deeper you love, the more you can touch your heartstrings. Family is a vine, no matter where you are, it always holds your hand tightly; Affection is a bunch of keys hanging around the neck, opening the melancholy doors and windows. Love, between the eyebrows, in a shallow smile, in my lyric ditty.

Affection is rain, which takes away irritability and leaves coolness; Family is the wind, blowing away sadness and leaving happiness; Family is the sun, which takes away darkness and leaves light. Affection is the greatest. No matter you are happy, depressed, painful or hesitant, it will always walk gently on your road and accompany you quietly for a lifetime.

No? White-headed life and death spectrum? Vigorous, what's the trouble? The sunset is speechless? ; No? We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. ? Pledge of eternal love, still? The earth endures, and the sky endures; The two will end one day, and the blood relationship will never end? Eternity; No? Like a double willow tree in front of the door, branches and leaves are not divided? Grow together, but are there? I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away. Silent desire?

Falling snowflakes can't take away frozen memories, cross the dignity of time and space, enter the years that will not grow old, wait silently like buds, and reluctantly leave the sunset, reflecting two words in the depths of the soul in the distant vision of the soul.

Family is a tree, everyone is its root, let it absorb nutrition and stay young forever; Family is a river, and everyone is its tributary, so that it will never dry up and surge forward; Family is a fire, and everyone is its firewood, so that it will never go out and warm the four sides. Affection is like water, which makes complex things pure after filtering; Affection is like fire, which makes plain look sharp and angular through calcination; Affection is poetry, which makes boredom reach an artistic conception after modification.

Family, the eternal power of life.

My family was hidden by me.

If there is no affection in the world, it is like finding the way forward on a dark road.

If there is no affection in the world, it is like finding a warm full moon in the night sky on August 15.

If there is no affection in the world, it is like losing the spring rain to moisten everything.

The warmth of winter

One winter night, the dead of night, there was silence all around. I lay in bed, covered with a warm thick quilt. I slowly opened my eyes in the dark. I found the light in the room still on. I looked at the branches blown by the cold wind outside the window and thought, is it so late? Why doesn't mom sleep? I put on my coat and went to my mother's bed. I asked with concern, Mom, why don't you sleep? When my mother heard this, she slowly looked up at me and said that the weather forecast said it would drop to two or three degrees tomorrow. I'm afraid your hands are frozen stiff. I will make you a pair of gloves. ? I shook my head and said, mom, I'm not cold. You have worked hard all day. It's time to go to bed early. ? Mother gently touched my little head, shook her hand and said, tomorrow, your little hands are frozen stiff, how can you write good words? Poor homework will affect your grades. You'd better leave me alone and go to bed! ? I have no choice but to lie in the warm bed again, but I can't sleep. Mom's red, swollen and bloodshot eyes always appear in my mind. Mom, that's very kind of you! I can't help thinking of the past again.

The warmth in confusion

I remember it was a late autumn afternoon, and it was raining heavily after school. I walked home in the heavy rain. When I got home, I always felt top-heavy and fell on the bed. In the evening, when my mother came back from work and saw me lying in bed, she came to touch my head. I think it must be very hot. My mother looked at my painful expression and the heavy rain outside the window. She quickly put on her raincoat and picked me up and walked to the hospital. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the relentless rain keeps falling. My mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she covered most of her raincoat. I don't know why the hospital is close to our home, but now it seems far away. My mother was caught in the rain, but she registered me. The doctor gave me an injection and fell asleep after taking the medicine.

The next day, I woke up and saw my mother lying beside me asleep. I silently remembered a poem my father taught me when I was a child:? The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. My schedule is very tight, and I'm afraid it will delay him coming home. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? ?

Spiritual feelings

Now I am a girl of 17 years old, but every time I see those precious little gloves, I always see touching pictures at that time. But how can I repay my mother? The affection between my mother and me will get stronger and stronger with the passage of time!

The power of emotion

On the most helpless road of affection, affection is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the most lonely emotional road, family members are the most sincere companions, which makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is a clear road sign that guides us to our goals. The power of emotion is enormous.

Affection tells the story of Mulan replacing her father. Affection is the story of Meng Mu's three moves; Affection is the melody of A Bing Erquan reflecting the moon.

Presumably, everyone knows the sad love story of the Seven Fairys and Yong Dong, and who knows the story that Yong Dong betrayed himself to bury his father? According to legend, Yong Dong was a swift horse in the Eastern Han Dynasty. A teenager lost his mother to escape the mutiny and moved to another place. His father died soon after. Because of his poor family, Yong Dong had to sell himself as a slave to a rich man's house in exchange for funeral expenses. On his way to work, he met a woman in the shade of a locust tree. The woman said she was homeless, so they got married. The woman spent a month knitting 300 pieces of brocade to pay off Yong Dong's debt. On the way home, the woman told Yong Dong that she was the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven and was ordered to help Yong Dong pay his debts. Then she left in the air. So Huaiyin was changed to Xiaogan.

Because of the greatness of the family, Yong Dong betrayed himself and buried his father; Because of this touching feeling, the Emperor was moved and sent someone to help Yong Dong. All this is because of the strength of the family.

Meng Zong, a native of Jiangxia in the Three Kingdoms period, lost his father and his mother was old and sick. The doctor told him to make soup with fresh bamboo shoots and give it to her mother to cure the disease. It's the middle of winter. Where are the fresh bamboo shoots? There was nothing Meng Zong could do, so he ran to the bamboo forest alone and held the bamboo to cry. Later, he heard the sound of the ground cracking and saw several tender bamboo shoots growing on the ground. Meng Zong was overjoyed and picked it back to make soup for his mother. After drinking this soup, Meng Zong's mother recovered from her illness for many years. Later, Meng Zong's official position also rose to mediocrity.

Since ancient times, the filial piety of all virtues has come first, and Meng Zong's interpretation of filial piety can be described as earth-shaking. Because Meng Zong was sincere and filial, he collected fresh and life-saving bamboo shoots, and his mother's illness was cured. This is also the power of family.

Liu Heng, an outstanding emperor of China, was famous for his benevolence and filial piety in governing the country. He never slackens in serving his mother. His mother was ill in bed for three years, and he often disappeared and was naked. He must have tasted the soup for his mother before he trusted her to drink it.

Emperor Wendi was in power for 24 years, emphasizing the rule of virtue and advocating etiquette. Because of this, he can not only be cured? Small family? , but also to rule the world, so that there is later? The rule of Wenjing? .

The kindness of parents should be rewarded. Emperor Wen of Han often took it with soup and medicine, which also shows the importance of family ties.

Affection, an eternal topic. It is precisely because of the kinship that blood is thicker than water that we have accompanied us through every unforgettable day and written a colorful life.

Why is this? On our way to success, what makes us hold our heads high, never back down? This is the power of family. It makes us no longer afraid to fight alone. It lets us know that the power of family is enormous and will always accompany us to every step of success.

The power of love? The power of family!

The taste of affection

? Who has not died in life since ancient times, and who has left a picture of history? Is Wen Tianxiang's choice; ? I laughed at the sky from the horizontal knife and stayed in the liver and gallbladder? It is Tan Sitong's choice; It was Zhu Ziqing's choice not to eat American relief food if he starved to death. And my choice is that the home is a little fragrant and the night is deep. I bent over my desk and wrote hard. The light across the window went out and people fell asleep. Let me see my homework. Well, I can't do it unless I insist on it again! Rubbing my tired eyes, a slender shadow appeared in front of my desk. I looked back-it was my mother. She appeared in front of me with a thick glass of milk. She said softly, son, it's almost ten o'clock, and you are still doing your homework! Drink up quickly, and go to bed early after drinking! ? Say that finish, mother turned and went out to do housework again. That cup of milk is still steaming, and the warm fragrance slowly flows into my heart. This is affection, which always brings me warmth when I need her most. Father raised his palm and seemed to have accumulated all hope and anger. I closed my eyes and a tear fell from the corner of my eye-I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't contradict my father so much and look at the bright red paper in my hand? 69? Integral? For a long time, I opened my eyes and there was no burning sensation in my ears. I looked at my father in shock, the father who was angry but couldn't bear to do it. I read disappointment and love from his eyes. Father reluctantly put down his hand and gently spit out these words: go, go back to the house! ? I know what my father means. He asked me to continue to work hard, to fight hard, to work hard, to get my grades back. I don't know why, but I was in tears. That silent love and hopeful heart is the deepest and most sincere affection! Sweetheart, I dragged my tired body downstairs and was about to wash my face, and a fragrance floated straight into my nostrils. Wow! It smells good! I dreamily searched for the source of fragrance, but found my favorite-steamed bread in my mother's frozen red hand outside the door. As soon as she saw me, she cried with joy. Longlong, come and eat steamed buns! ? She jumped out of the car and delivered the steamed stuffed bun to me. It turns out that my mother went to buy me steamed bread early in the morning. I took the steamed stuffed bun, and a warm current came to my mind. Family, like the smell of this steamed stuffed bun, is sweet but not bad! The sea has lost its grandeur without the rolling of huge waves; The desert has lost its beauty without the wild dance of flying sand; Without family, life is meaningless.