Write a composition with what you like.

1. Write with what love looks like, that is, maternal love is like water, and father loves mountains.

I hate writing this kind of composition, because I don't like narration and I'm not good at observing people. But I know the way. This is a template for you. First of all, this is a short essay about 5-7 cases (brainstorming, I don't know what it is, Baidu). The case should not be too cliche. Then, write down the cases one by one according to the connotation. If you are not confident in your literary talent, don't try to write very touching. If you are literary, write the article the way you speak. The more details, the better. Don't mess up your hair, it should be brilliant. For example, I saw in an article that when my mother and I broke up, my mother subconsciously grabbed my skirt, but I thought about the whole story of catching Pig Bajie's skirt in The Journey to the West for nothing.

2. What kind of love do you want \ There is a kind of love called maternal love, which has been praised by human beings for thousands of years for its broadness, tolerance and thoughtfulness; There is also a kind of love, but it is often severely wrapped and covered up by subtle care, thus losing its due understanding and respect. This is fatherly love.

Father loves mountains. Unexpectedly, in this season when the chill is fading and spring is coming, I feel the fatherly love is so heavy for the first time!

That has to start from the night before I started school. My father fell asleep when he came back from a business trip in Shanghai, and my hard-working mother is carefully helping me prepare clothes for school tomorrow morning. As for me, after a whole winter vacation saxophone training, I began to concentrate on winter vacation homework's homework, which must be handed in to the teacher tomorrow. Snoring in the ear suddenly sounded, and the deep and loud accompaniment music broke the original tranquility, making a soldier who will go out tomorrow full of irritability. Hey! What can we do? 365 days a year, my father seldom stays at home for a few days, let alone helps me with my homework! It is this big horn that interferes with my study from time to time.

The next morning, I came to school happily with my mother's bulging schoolbag packed. Long-lost classmates chatted happily about their holiday experiences and took out their homework to ask each other. I open my bag, but I can't find my homework. Blame that damn dad! I must have missed my homework by snoring. Staring at the snacks and drinking water in the bag, I seem to see my mother's warm smile; And I rummaged through my schoolbag again, but I still couldn't find any concern from my father!

This responsibility should be borne by dad! In order to make up, I want to give myself and my father a chance to make up.

In the teacher's office, I dialed the cell phone of the perpetrator. The howling wind, the harsh horn sound and the buzzing sound of dad suddenly ignited the anger of the hero and teenager: "Dad! Where did you go shopping? Where's my winter vacation homework? Why don't you care about my study at all? ! "

Dad is still muttering that I have hung up the phone and can't feel tears. I dare not say more, and I don't want to say more. I'm afraid my tears will be found by my teachers and classmates. I am sad and ashamed to have such a father who doesn't know how to take care of children.

Ten minutes later, the doorman uncle handed me his homework. All morning, I was suffering from sadness and indignation, for a secret that I couldn't tell anyone, for a secret that no one would believe!

It's easy to wait until after school. Out of the school gate, my mother stood outside!

"Mom!" I let out a cry, and my tears have already flowed down. Only my mother will appear when I need warmth most, give me comfort in time, and let me enjoy the warmth of maternal love.

"You know what? Children. " Mom said.

"Know what?" I'm confused. "Your father woke up in the morning and found that you forgot to bring your homework. He didn't even eat breakfast, so he rode a motorcycle to do your homework. Halfway ... "Mom was in tears.

There was a bang in my head, and tears poured out again, following the cheap tears that had just solidified. In tears, I saw my father riding a motorcycle and running anxiously to school. At this moment, the mobile phone rang, and he heard the phone say, "Dad! Where did you go shopping? Where's my winter vacation homework? Why don't you care about my study at all? ! "

My dear father, did you fall down after answering my phone call, and were blamed for something? You struggled to send your homework to the janitor's uncle despite the sharp pain of your fracture, and then you struggled to go to the hospital! And when all this happened, I was selfishly blaming this heavy fatherly love. How could I do this to you?

On the way to the hospital, I was in tears. Father's love, which is severely wrapped in weekdays and misunderstood by fragility, is as heavy as a mountain at the moment. I'm really sorry, dad!

In the past, I only felt maternal love, never felt fatherly love, but now I do.

Just after school that day, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs, and many students left with umbrellas. And I stood there alone, planning to run home when the rain wasn't so heavy. If I had listened to my mother this morning, I would have taken an umbrella. Why don't I listen? I stood there, watching the raindrops as big as beans drop to the ground like broken beads, splashing small splashes. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in my sight. "dad! Dad! I'm here, "I shouted excitedly. Dad heard this and ran over at once. "Dad, why are you here?" "I know you didn't bring an umbrella, so I brought it for you. Let's go! In order to avoid catching cold. " We walked quickly home with an umbrella. When I got home, I found my father soaked to the skin and turned into a "soaking chicken", but I was safe and sound, without a drop of water on me. It turned out that my father tilted his umbrella at me all the way, so I didn't get wet. As a result, my father got sick the next day.

This incident made me realize that fatherly love is so great, just like a heavy mountain; Father's love is so warm, just like winter warms our sun. Father's love is an umbrella to prevent us from being burned by the summer sun; Father's love is a big tree, let us enjoy the cool under his green forest; Father's love is our shelter from wind and rain, and we thrive under his care.

3. I like writing. I have always loved primary school students. There are many different wonderful compositions here.

So I like to visit this website every day. Not only did I see my highly praised composition, but I also made friends with many young writers! I have fallen in love with writing since I got into the habit of reading frequently.

I insist on writing, and the composition is often read by the teacher as a model essay, and my heart is always flattered. There are many essays published in Zibo Evening News, and now she has become a small writer and talented woman in her class.

I think writing a composition is to express your inner feelings, tell your happiness, your sadness, your happiness and your whispers. Words sometimes run out of your heart inadvertently like elves.

Come on, write more compositions! I like writing.

4. Write an article of more than 700 words about what love is and mention our dear mother. You recall the song "Mother" and praise a great and selfless maternal love. How vividly this song is sung and how lifelike it is written. In real life, our mother is really a selfless mother. Working hard day and night, making breakfast for us and washing clothes early, are not all for our better life?

I remember once, in the morning, the sky was covered with dark clouds of lead color. I didn't wear more clothes because I was in a hurry to go to school in the morning. At noon, snowflakes fell from the sky and danced. I am still very happy on the stool in the playground, watching the snowflakes falling in the sky. Really beautiful! Too arrogant! I am also curious to think: Why did such a beautiful snowflake fall in the sky? But I didn't expect to go home with the biting cold wind and the snow on my face. After a while, a thick layer fell on the ground and the snow in the sky was still splashing. The biting cold wind kept hitting people's faces, and gradually people's faces changed from red to purple. Cars are ringing and driving one after another, and I have to be afraid. Suddenly, in the endless traffic, a weak figure flashed. Look carefully, it's mom! A deep ditch was carved on his pale face, and several snowflakes fell on his face. Glittering drops of water hung on the hair and eyelashes have been turned into small ice streams by the biting cold wind. Red hands carry my cotton-padded clothes. "Mom, why are you here? It's so cold that you have to walk back. How cold it is! " I hold my mother's hand, which is as cold as ice. Although the weather is very cold, my heart is full of warm love and has been boiling in my heart. My tears swirled in my eyes. Looking at that wrinkled face, I saw that she had experienced the vicissitudes of life and shed tears unconsciously.

The snow is still falling. I stood on the playground and watched the thin figure disappear into the traffic and the crowd. Yes, this is our mother, every mother is like this. This is the most sincere love in the world, the unspeakable love in the world, and the great and great love!

5. Write a composition "Parents' Love". The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born into this world, our parents have always loved us. Parental love is a natural love for children. It is like rain falling from the sky, which can maintain the largest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful life. Carefully sewing clothes for her wayward son, completely mending them, fearing that he would be delayed to go home, but three wisps of spring reported how much this inch-long grass loves mother like the bright sunshine in spring, bringing me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; My mother's love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That bit of love has become my strong backing, making me feel empty all the time. My father's love is deep and informal. My father's love always gives me the right guidance when I make mistakes. When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain. Speaking of parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness? My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child. They told me stories about the 25,000-mile Long March, Zhou Enlai and Lei Feng, and the bombing of a bunker in Dong Cunrui ... They told me to be cautious, be sincere to others, not tell lies, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay kindness with kindness, and know how to get something for nothing ... I always naively thought that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit it was. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power motivates them. I don't understand, but it may be a responsibility, a love for children, selfless or loving, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us, indeed. Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she still works. When I study at night, my father comes to tutor me and teaches me to do every problem carefully. My parents educate me every day. Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day is small, and some are big. In the face of this kindness from my parents, I should turn my gratitude into practical action of filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents.

6. Why write a composition with love? Love is a very abstract thing, a feeling, a body odor, a pure and beautiful reaction beyond physical and mental reality. It is delicate and sensitive, affecting the whole body, mind and mood. Its power is so great that it is often beyond the control of reason or unreasonable at all.

Love is an idea, like white clouds floating in the blue sky. Love is sunshine, wind and air.

Love is a kind of heartache, like a vibrato that touches your heart. Love is a feeling, just like a quiet and rippling bay. Love is the light in the dark, spring in the snow, smiling face, satisfaction, new hope, love is everything, it is everywhere, love is reading a good book, you will think, if he can see it! what is love ? Love is pleasure, sadness, intoxication, emotion, courage, trust, sincerity, consideration, lovesickness, nostalgia, sweetness, wine, sweetness, happiness, sacrifice, nobility, dedication and responsibility.

what is love ? Love is when you think of this person, you will wish him happiness, happiness and peace, and you will want to stay with him forever. When you have to leave, what do you want to leave him? Love is in a lonely night, when thoughts pour in, but I can't read the book in my hand, thinking about whether he has had dinner or not, and whether he is thinking about himself as much as himself.

Love is, on weekends, cooking several good dishes with your own hands and watching her (him) eat contentedly; It is to continuously heat water for her (his) coffee cup in the cold winter; Love is seeing flowers and wanting to enjoy them with him or her. Love is crossing cliffs and water, and you will think with some regret: what a great enjoyment it would be if two people swam together to enjoy it! what is love ? I love to see him, but I'm afraid to see him. Love wants to talk to him, but I'm afraid to disturb him. Love wants to help him silently. Love is an irresistible desire. Love put on a look of indifference when she saw him, but when she passed by, she felt the trembling air around her carefully, so she couldn't help looking back. Love is seeing a figure exactly like him on the street in a foreign land, standing for a long time. Love is obviously inseparable from him, but I want to give him up and hope that he will be happy, even if that happiness is not shared with you.

When love is together, it always feels that time passes too fast. Love is a good companion for lonely hearts in the journey of life. what is love ? Love is looking at flowers in the fog, a dream, a painting, a poem, a novel, an essay, a philosophy, an artistic conception, a vision and a fantasy.

Love is when the water comes, you wait for him in the water, when the fire comes, you wait for him in the ashes. what is love ? All the smart people in the world together can't explain what love is to someone who doesn't feel it, and they don't need any words to explain it to someone who feels it.

But the most important thing is: I think love is giving, not asking for anything in return. Fakaj did, but not anymore. There are many kinds of love. Everyone's love is different. Although in the final analysis, it is all pay and gain, but there is still a big difference. Maybe no one can tell what love is. To tell you the truth, I can't tell you what it is now.

7. Write a composition with XX's love. Mother's love.

Sunflower in full bloom

A writer said: The contest between countries is essentially a contest between mothers. I agree with this statement. I can't measure a mother's love for her children with scales and thermometers, or even describe it. I only know that the power from my mother is so ordinary and great, and its light is dazzling and shocking the whole world.

Maternal love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter; Maternal love, no matter the ends of the earth. Unconsciously, I have left my hometown for more than a year. I think of my mother's white hair on her temples and her expectant eyes, and I am deeply touched. On the scale of love, with my growing body, my mother silently increased the weight, shouldered the hardships of my growth without complaint, moved the weight with difficulty, and maintained the balance between heaven and earth.

Mother has been waiting for her daughter to come back from school in the autumn wind and rain. Her hair is wet by the wind and rain, and her wrinkles are hurt by the sun. Sometimes, her wayward daughter is in a mood for a popsicle. Sometimes, while listening to her mother's nagging, her daughter covers her ears impatiently. Sometimes, a daughter is tired of the monotonous life at home because of some thoughts in her heart. Sometimes when my daughter learns to sweep Emei in front of the toilet mirror, she doesn't notice her mother's crow's feet, which has been inadvertently expanded by years. My mother, on the other hand, embraces everything, and still silently gives her ardent love and meticulous care.

May 12 is a festival for all mothers in the world. And how can my mother's love for me be measured and compensated by a formal holiday? Starting today, I will be an ambitious person, study hard and strive for success in my studies in the future. I think this is also my mother's greatest wish.

A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son with thread in her hand. She sewed and mended them carefully for fear of delaying time and making him stay home. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. This poem by Meng Jiao, a Tang Dynasty, always makes me light the candle of missing and an eternal belief and pursuit when I leave my mother.

BYOND has a famous song "I really love you", which sings the love of all children for their mothers. But I have gone through 19 years, but I haven't really done anything for my hard-working mother, and I haven't even said a normal greeting.

Whenever I stand in a foreign land, looking at my hometown and looking for my mother's familiar back, I always think a lot. Today, my daughter who is studying in a foreign land can't go home with a bunch of beautiful carnations and see her dear mother in person. She can only give my blessing to her mother with the help of a ray of sunshine in front of her eyes and a breeze blowing in the south: "Mom, I love you!" "

8. What kind of love composition? Parents' love will not be earth-shattering or grandiose. Parents' love is the rain and dew in spring, the tenderness of silk and the guiding light of my life.

I remember one weekend last summer, several children were playing games on the playground, and soon they were sweating and thirsty. Everyone thought they should drink some water before playing. Suddenly someone had a crooked idea: "I'm telling you, there are strawberries upstairs." Anyway, there are not many people up there, so let's go ... "At first, everyone didn't agree, but think about it: strawberries are sour and sweet, delicious and thirst-quenching, not to mention thirsty now. So I supported the proposal and went upstairs.

The red strawberries appeared before our eyes. Looking at saliva, I reached out and picked one and put it in my mouth. Hey, it's delicious. "Pick a few more, it won't be found anyway." When I picked the second one, before I could put it in my mouth, the owner of the strawberry came and swore loudly. I didn't catch what she shouted, so I quickly left the strawberries and ran home. Unexpectedly, the owner of strawberry followed me and sued me severely in front of my parents. I saw my parents' expression change from enthusiasm to seriousness, and I knew that "the flash flood was about to break out".

I waited for my parents' punishment, and my mother said, "Are you going to steal someone else's strawberries?" I blushed and said, "No way." "Now that you know your behavior is wrong, what should you do now?" Mom asked again. "Then shall I apologize to others?" I said. At this time, my father, who has always been serious, said, "It is a good boy to know his mistakes and correct them. It is impossible for a person not to do wrong all his life. He should learn to accept his mistakes and correct them. In the face of anything, he should be right and be a useful person to society. "

Afterwards, I went to the owner's house of strawberry and sincerely apologized. I always keep my parents' words in mind. They care for my healthy growth with sincere and selfless love.

9. Write a composition about what I like. I love my family, in this happy country full of love and affection.

Everyone has his own safe haven-that is home. To have a happy family, you must accept many tests.

Home gives us warmth, happiness, sweetness and affection ... For me, home is like a rainbow, and seven different colors are changing all the time. There are four members in my family, the pillar father, the inspector mother and the leisure messenger brother. My family is a radio station, and there are endless words every day.

My home is a place for leisure. Whenever I am tired of doing homework and playing games, I will lie in bed and have a good sleep, and enter the dream fairy tale paradise, Crystal Palace and interesting game world, but the good times will not last long. Just after a short break, my mother wakes me up to do my homework, cares about me, cares about my progress in study, sometimes talks to me, and finally peels an apple to refresh me.

Home is not only a gathering place for family members, but also a school to get rid of burdens and troubles. On the day when the mid-term exam results were handed out, I was under great pressure because I failed. On the way home, I was wondering if it would happen again. What language should I use to justify my poor exam? Will you be beaten when you get home? I wish the journey home was longer, but when I looked up, I was already at the entrance of Loudaokou. I'm so nervous. My red heart confronted my black heart and told me, "I'll give you two good ways." You just have to say that you did better than me. " This exam is very difficult, and many of them can't.

These two sentences will do nothing. "Red heart said," you should seek truth from facts and tell your parents the real reason.

When I can't tell who is right and who is wrong, I think of two words to guide me to the right: honesty. So I went home and told my parents about it. Not only did they say nothing, but they also encouraged me to say, "Don't be too sad, try again next time."

Hearing this, I began to cry. A few simple words, let me unload the burden in my heart. I secretly told myself: study hard and do well in the next exam.

Home is beautiful, warm and sweet. I love my family.

10. How to write maternal love in what love composition?

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby, thrown into her arms ..." This is a nursery rhyme that I will sing since I was a child. Whenever I hear this nursery rhyme, tears of happiness will come to my eyes. The warmest place in the world is not the soft bedding, nor the hot stove, but the mother's arms. She gave me precious life; She taught me to walk, and she taught me how to be a man. My mother shines on me like the sun and loves me selflessly. Dear mom, after March, I will be ten years old. Dear mother, how can I not sincerely thank you for your ten years of parenting?

I remember it was a stormy night, and I accidentally caught a cold. It happened that my father was on a business trip that day, and my mother let me take cold medicine. I thought it would be okay. Suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night. My mother will feed me boiled water, touch my forehead and take my temperature. As my temperature has been very high, my mother had to take me to the hospital at two in the morning. My mother was afraid that I would be cold on the way, so she untied her coat and wrapped it around me. Suddenly a warm current flowed into my heart, but my poor mother was shivering with cold. I don't know when I fell asleep When I woke up, I was neither a doctor nor a nurse, but my mother with bloodshot eyes. I couldn't bear it any longer and threw myself into my mother's arms. At this moment, I feel that I am the happiest child in the world!

I still remember that time I was not very happy when I saw my mother, because I found that my composition was off topic. Careful mother comforted me after knowing it and said, "son, I failed this time." Come again next time! " "Then carefully analyze the reasons for digression with me and teach me how to write a good composition in the future; On hearing my mother's encouragement, my heart was suddenly untied. My mother really understands me. Therefore, I never lose heart when I fail, because my mother lifted me from the clutches of failure with those warm hands and taught me that "failure is the mother of success." "

In recent years, my mother has sent me to learn piano, English and other courses every Saturday and Sunday, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, or hot and cold. In order to help me learn these courses well, my mother sometimes sits with me in the classroom with a notebook like a primary school student. Mother listened so carefully and remembered so carefully. How much effort my mother has devoted to my study! My mother always said, "Only by suffering can you become a great person." When I encounter difficulties in my study, I feel confident when I think of my mother's words. Mom, I will not live up to my expectations. Please rest assured that I will never forget everything my mother has done for me. I will repay my dear mother with excellent grades and future contributions to society!

Mom, did you hear that? This is my heart and my oath. Happy holidays to mom!

Hee hee, if you think it's not bad, give it to me and adopt it by the way.