A 500-word essay on the topic of love

In life, work and study, everyone often sees compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a 500-word composition on the topic of love that I have collected for everyone. It is for reference only. Let’s take a look. A 500-word essay on the topic of love 1

Maternal love is great, so a child who lacks maternal love is a person with an incomplete soul. Without our mother, our lives would be meaningless. So let me tell you a true story. There once was a high school girl whose mother was a cleaner. One day after she came back from the exam, she handed the paper to her mother. After seeing the paper, her mother said to her daughter: "Are you worthy of your mother with such a low score?" "Am I careless?" said the daughter. Child, do you know? If the mother is careless, they won’t give her a penny! My daughter slammed the door and ran out of the house. Is it okay to just slam down the relationship for more than ten years? After her daughter left, her mother sent her family members everywhere to look for her, but they still couldn't find her. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the little girl was walking alone on the street. At this time, the little girl was cold and hungry. She came to a restaurant and saw the hot noodles and shed tears. After the restaurant owner saw it, he gave it to the little girl. The girl brought a bowl of hot noodles. The little girl ate it hungrily. Suddenly she knelt down to the boss with a "plop" and said excitedly: "Boss, you are my savior. You are better than my mother." Okay!" After hearing this, the boss said: "Based on what you just said, I shouldn't give you this bowl of noodles. You and I are strangers, and you don't even know my last name. I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you said that I am better than ***'s mother. Then ***'s mother has raised you for more than ten years. Why are you not grateful to ***'s mother?" After hearing this, the little girl suddenly realized. Suddenly she stood up and ran home. When she got home, the little girl saw her mother passed out on the bed and knelt down in front of her...

We must cherish this maternal love and don't let it Lost in vain. A 500-word essay on love 2

Do you know? In fact, father's love is also great. Although maternal love is the easiest to understand. However, fatherly love uses a kind of "clumsy" and unpredictable love to express their dedication...

Perhaps, we don't know their "back" yet, but, Every father makes thoughts and decisions for his children that arise from his own work or emotional development.

That year, I had a high fever accompanied by nausea, vomiting and other symptoms. My parents took me to the hospital without saying anything. Along the way, my father always asked me what was wrong with me. At that time, I seemed to be half asleep and half awake. My mother encouraged me and said: "We will be at the hospital soon, just hold on for a while!" At that time, in the hospital, in my eyes It was completely white, but I could see in this white "fog" that the man was my father. The father who served me at my bedside. I could tell that he was crying, but he kept covering it up so that I wouldn't see it. But I still saw it. At this time, I felt a sting in my hand, and then I fell asleep deeply, not knowing what happened. After a while, I woke up and found myself lying on my familiar little bed with a towel on my head. I shed tears and my heart was moved! At that time, I realized how great father's love is.

Father's love cannot be accurately described in any language. Sometimes it gives people a clumsy and heavy feeling, sometimes it gives people a sense of mystery...

So, let us cherish this wonderful time!

Father's love is mysterious, clumsy, gentle, mighty, sacred, ordinary... But in this busy world, who has truly experienced it? It seems to be just air and has nothing to do with their stone hearts. On the way to growth, you will encounter "powerful rain", but after a lifetime of baptism, you will encounter sunshine again. No matter how long this feeling lasts, it will still be full of strength from the brain! How small it is in our eyes, there is still nothing we can do. Even if you are so brave, you still can't make your future full of hope? No matter where I am locked up, that voice will always flow in my heart... 500-word essay on love 3

When birds grow up, they always leave their warm nests and fly into the sky; when children grow up, When I grow up, I have to leave my mother's care and go out in my own way. No matter how high the bird flies, it is always flying under the blue sky; no matter where the child is, it can never get out of the mother's heart. Mother built this warm and broad sky with love, and silently solved our problems with her tolerance and love at all times.

Mother is the closest person to us. She knows how to love us and how to make us love others... But I don't understand her and feel that she doesn't seem to care about me for a moment. She made me do things I didn't like. So, I deliberately avoided her, not wanting to see her. I thought this was "hate". It wasn't until that short story appeared that I realized the weight of mother's love... That story tells the story of a person who tried to abandon his mother in the forest. Along the way, the mother broke off branches to mark them, and the person thought they were left by her mother for herself. There is no way out, but this branch was broken by the mother for her son, for fear that the son would get lost... Yes, the mother cares about her children and cares about us all the time. Mother's love is kind and selfless, just giving blindly and never asking for anything.

Even if the children she raised with so much hard work do not understand her, the mother is still kind and kind, and has no regrets about the love she has given. This is the greatness of maternal love.

Mother, mother, when I was born, you greeted me with your joyful eyes; when I babbling, it was your motherly love that paid attention to me; when I was a toddler, you guided me It is your loving hands that look forward to me; when I understand the truth, it is your infinite expectations that look forward to me... I finally understand that a mother's love is so subtle that it is not even noticeable. How much love has my mother poured into me? She always asked me to do things that were "beyond my capabilities", just because she wanted me to exercise more and understand more truths. She had good intentions, but I... I really feel maternal love, that kind of strong, warm maternal love! A 500-word essay on love 4

One afternoon, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the trees danced wildly in the wind. The branches were torn and flew around, and the yellow leaves were rolled into the air and disappeared in an instant. Without a trace. It's going to rain heavily. A stronger wind hit me. I shivered and looked at my arms. Goosebumps appeared because of the cold. But I didn’t bring any long-sleeved clothes, so I would definitely get cold. Eunuch Lei roared angrily, and thousands of war drums sounded in the sky, rumbled, and lightning was bright and dazzling. I was so cold that I hugged my arms and stared out the window. The rainwater flowing down the eaves has woven into a wide curtain of water. I no longer held out hope and put my thoughts back.

I don’t know how long it took, but I glanced out the window again, and a familiar figure broke into my eyes. It's the father! I was pleasantly surprised: my father has brought me clothes! The teacher asked me to go out. My father handed me the clothes and urged me to put them on quickly. I put on long-sleeved clothes and felt warm immediately. Only then did I realize that my father was still wearing that shirt. It's such a cold day. If my father only wears this little clothes, he won't get cold. I thought in my heart, but I didn't say it out loud. My father's originally withered face had now turned gray, his lips were purple, and his sparse hair and clothes were all wet.

My father said: "Wear more clothes, don't freeze, study hard at school, don't be playful..." I kept silent, my heart felt warm and tingling. I touched my father's hand, and he quickly retracted it as if he was afraid of being burned, but that cold hand had already knocked over the five-flavor bottle in my heart. My father saw something strange about me and smiled and said, "I walked in a hurry, so I wore a little less, but it's okay. I'm in good health." After such a long journey and such heavy rain, my father gave me clothes, but he didn't care about it. Not on yourself.

"I'm leaving, you go in!" After the father finished speaking, he turned and went downstairs. I stared at my father's back. My tired shoulders and waist were no longer straight, which made my heart tremble. He has given so much to me but never asked me for anything in return.

I walked into the classroom with tears in my eyes. A 500-word essay on love 5

Cong Fei is a famous singer. Just when he was about to show off his talents in his singing career, a ruthless illness knocked him down.

What’s even more surprising is that as a famous singer, Cong Fei can’t even afford medical expenses! Why is this? Because he has been the "surrogate father" of 178 children in impoverished mountainous areas. In the past ten years, he has donated more than 3 million yuan to help children in impoverished mountainous areas go to school, so that he cannot afford tens of thousands of yuan in medical expenses...

This answer made everyone sigh: In the past 10 years, Cong Fei donated almost all of his income to students, orphans and disabled people in poor areas. A charity performance changed Cong Fei's fate. Cong Fei, who had just become famous, went to Chengdu, Sichuan to participate in a charity performance to help out-of-school children return to school. Looking at the childish faces of out-of-school children, Cong Fei couldn't help but think of his own miserable childhood, so he donated 2,400 yuan. The host told Cong Fei that the 2,400 yuan could enable 20 poor children to complete two years of schooling!

After hearing this, Cong Fei made up his mind to help more poor students return to school. Cong Fei's home is only 58 square meters, and the kitchen is less than 2 square meters. The clothes he wears are cheap goods worth 30 to 50 yuan. He lives very hard. Sometimes even the mortgage payment of more than 20xx yuan is a problem, and he is often stretched; his wife Unable to understand his behavior, he left his 2-year-old daughter alone. But it still couldn't change Congfei's insistence on supporting those poor out-of-school children.

When Cong Fei is sick, he usually just takes some painkillers to stop the problem. Later, the painkillers really failed to produce any effect, so he went to the hospital for a check-up. Unfortunately, Cong Fei was confirmed to have gastric cancer. Then it happened that the famous singer couldn't afford tens of thousands of yuan in medical expenses, and everyone learned about Cong Fei.

When “Dad” was ill, the children wrote letters of condolences; people from all walks of life also gave him cordial condolences. Uncle Cong Fei, you silently help so many poor children go to school. Although you have lost millions of money in 10 years, what you have is a wealth more precious than money - a heart of gold! A 500-word essay on love 6

In life, you can often hear the word "baby". My parents, grandparents, and grandparents call me "baby" countless times every day. However, the word "baby" not only exists between people, but also between people and animals.

I once had a baby named "Jiaojiao".

It is a gray poodle, with round eyes like two black pearls and big ears like two cattail fans. The most distinctive thing is its tail, which is very short and feels fluffy, like a bunny's tail.

Jiaojiao has been by my side since childhood and has witnessed my growth. No matter it rains or winds, it takes me to and from school with my mother every day. We once participated in the school's English story contest together, and Jiaojiao played the role of the puppy Biscuit in the play. Our work won the first prize in the school and was widely praised. However, when Jiaojiao was 11 years old, she suffered from a malignant tumor and left me forever due to postoperative complications. On October 25, 20xx, my mother told me with red eyes that Jiaojiao returned to Wang Planet. For a long time after that, I would cry silently watching the photos with it almost every day...

Just two months after Jiaojiao left me, my mother took me to see the movie " "Coco" tells the story of the world of the dead: if there are still people in the world who remember you, you will always live in the world of the dead. When I heard the theme song "remember me", I cried. I asked my mother, if I always remember Jiaojiao, can she also live happily on the dog planet? My mother said: "Of course, as long as we still love it and remember it in our hearts, it will always live in our hearts.

Many times, when I see a cute puppy on the road, my mind goes crazy Deep memories will be awakened: a cute gray poodle with a swaying tail sometimes smiles at me and sometimes jumps beside me.

"Love can prevent us from forgetting. "Jiaojiao is my "baby", a playmate I spend time with day and night, and a beautiful memory of my childhood. This deep love will always be treasured in my heart. A 500-word essay on love 7

Love is a spring that brings life to the dry desert; love is a ray of sunshine that brings warmth to the cold winter; love is a street lamp that illuminates the way for those walking in the dark... Love , everywhere.

Last September, I transferred from Changshou Experimental Primary School to the beautiful Jinshan Primary School and entered the warm family of Class 5.3. At the beginning, I left the familiar environment and said goodbye. Facing the unfamiliar faces of my old friends, I felt lonely, a little depressed, and a little uncomfortable. The teachers' meticulous care and encouragement, and the students' enthusiastic and sincere friendship made me feel the warmth of love. I was very happy. Come out of the trough, adapt to everything here, and feel happy all the time in this loving campus! I tell myself to release this love energy to everyone around me.

Not long ago, my mother and I attended a fund-raising event at Siwen Private Primary School in Anshan Village, Yanwo Town, Hechuan District. The school is a simple courtyard house, and the classrooms are dilapidated old houses with mottled walls made of stone and wooden boards. The old and new wooden doors and windows supported the gray tile roof covered with moss. The room was dimly lit, cold and damp, and there were crooked tables and chairs of different sizes and heights... The sight before me made me feel sad. On Children’s Day not long ago, I no longer asked my mother for holiday gifts. Instead, I used my pocket money to mail beautiful schoolbags and stationery to two friends I met at that school, hoping to bring them to them. Happiness and joy. This Children's Day, I have a very fulfilling and happy life.

"Giving roses to others leaves fragrance in my hands." Love is giving and giving. Loving others means loving yourself. It is love for family. Love connects hearts and makes life colorful. Let us bathe in the world of love together! 500-word essay on love 8

Some people say, maternal love. It is eternal and great. I feel that maternal love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is lingering and delicate. It is also irresistible to mothers. They use their milk to bring us up. < /p>

Mom, I know that when I was sick, it was you who sat beside the bed crying in pain. I know that when I was doing my homework, it was you who patiently guided me. When my academic performance dropped, you were more anxious than me, but you still encouraged me with a smile and thought of various ways. When I was a child, you were the one who sang to me to sleep in the cold. In the winter, you were the one who put a warm quilt on me. When I was burning the midnight oil during intense studies, you were the one who brought me a glass of warm water on time every day. Although these are all small things, they are nothing. Not entangled with your care for me. Even that simple cup of cold water reflects your infinite care and endless love for me.

As the saying goes, hitting is affection, scolding is love. You also made a storm on me. When I was wet by your rain, my heart felt cold. I hate you, I hate you. But when the rain stopped and everything subsided, I suddenly discovered that your heart was also wet by the rain, and it was even more thoroughly wet than mine. Then I understood how painful your heart was when you scolded and criticized me.

Mom, I have seen your smile, your cry, your pain, your sadness, and your excitement. You have moistened the growth rings of my years with your gentle rain and dew, and you have faced my study and life with a bright smile. You face my future and life with a tolerant heart.

Your love is the sunshine in March, which keeps me warm all the time. Mom, I love you. A 500-word essay on the topic of love 9

People who are full of love are the most attractive, and people who are full of gratitude are the cutest.

We don’t just live in our own world. Along the way, no matter how long it is, there will always be help. Even if you are a "person without conscience" and ignore some people who have given you a helping hand, you must not forget some people. They are the ones who give us life. Parents who shower us with love and accompany us all the way. There are also teachers who teach us knowledge and principles of life, teachers who "will not dry up until the silkworms die, and the tears will not dry until the candles turn to ashes."

Have we ever remembered who was there to take care of us when we were injured while playing as children? Who wiped away the tears from our eyes when we failed or were sad? It's parents. Maybe there are some words that make everyone tired of hearing them, but in fact they are the truth. Parents bring us into the world and give us life. No matter what we do, they will be my strongest backing and give us encouragement and support. As long as it is correct, they will support us in our efforts. Along the way, they have paid so much for us, but they have not complained at all. If we are not even grateful to our parents, then we are really in vain!

Teacher, engineer of human soul. In fact, the time we spend with our parents is even more than the time we spend with them. From the childish naughty little openers to the innocent primary school students to the ignorant and budding teenagers, it is always our teachers who guide us on the journey of life. The hard-working teacher gardener helps us prune branches and leaves, correct bad habits, and create a more perfect version of ourselves.

When we make mistakes, the teacher's earnest teachings guide us on the right path. When we succeed, the teacher's "win without arrogance" spurs us to be more active. We have witnessed that the dust of chalk has already The teacher's black hair was dyed white, but the teacher never complained. For the teacher, if we don't even have a grateful heart, then for more than ten years, our studies will be in vain!

To have love, there must be gratitude, and to have gratitude, there must be love. Let a grateful heart accept the love of the world, and the world will be worse. Essay on love, 500 words 10

Do you know? When you came to the world with your first cry, you gained the love of your parents; when you encounter difficulties in study, your classmates will actively help you, and you gain the love of your classmates; when you encounter difficulties in study, your classmates will actively help you; When you face the facts sadly, your friends will cheer you up, and you will gain the love of your friends; do you feel that there is a lot of love in your life now, such as father's love, mother's love, and the love of classmates? , the love of friends...

In the composition book, I once read a story, which illustrates the greatness of maternal love. The story tells that there was a little boy who didn't want to study. By chance, he found his mother spraying perfume on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard. The son was surprised and asked his mother: "Mom, what are you doing?" The mother replied : "Our osmanthus tree has been planted for many years, but it has never bloomed this year. I sprayed the osmanthus tree with perfume to prevent the neighbors from finding out that the tree has never bloomed and being laughed at by the neighbors. If The neighbor asked if our sweet-scented osmanthus tree has bloomed? I can say that it has bloomed and it is fragrant!” The son asked again: “Then what if it won’t bloom in the future?” The mother replied firmly: “I believe that this sweet-scented osmanthus tree has bloomed. It will bloom one day." My son was very moved after hearing this. From then on, he seemed to be a different person. He studied extra hard and finally got into a key university with excellent results. That year, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree bloomed, and the branches were covered with stars. The fragrant flowers were refreshing and attracted countless bees and butterflies.

True beauty does not lie in discovering beauty and appreciating beauty, but in transforming beauty and creating beauty. It is the love of this mother that allows him to move towards the end of success step by step.

If life is full of love, the world will become more peaceful; if life is full of love, society will become more harmonious; if the family is full of love, the relationship between parents and children will be closer.

It is precisely because of this love that the sun is so bright, the flowers are so fragrant, the birds are so happy, and people are so happy. Therefore, love is needed in life. A 500-word essay on the topic of love 11

During the New Year’s Day holiday, my mother and I were walking on the bustling streets, and we were greeted by the joyful and peaceful holiday atmosphere. Suddenly, waves of hoarse voices came from not far away. I took a closer look and saw that several older brothers and older sisters were standing on the street to collect donations despite the cold wind. Wearing dark-colored clothes and red hats, they loudly told people in a hurry: "Our classmate Chen Honglei unfortunately has leukemia. Please lend a helping hand!" I saw two senior students. My brother's hands were covered with frostbite, and the cheeks of several elder sisters were turned purple by the cold wind, but they still shouted loudly.

I took a leaflet from an older brother and learned that they were students from the School of Shipbuilding and Marine Engineering of Jiangsu University. The older brother named Chen Honglei was a college student with excellent academic performance. Because his family was poor and could not afford the huge medical expenses, his classmates organized this social fund-raising activity for him.

Seeing this, I put my hand into my jacket pocket. There was a brand new 50-yuan bill inside. It was a New Year's Day gift from my mother. I thought to myself: This 50 yuan bill is just a gift for me, I can buy some food and fun, but for brother Chen Honglei who is terminally ill, it can increase the hope of life. Didn't Gorky say, "Giving is always more pleasant than taking." Yes, I want to donate it to brother Chen Honglei to help him and dedicate my love!

So, waves of warmth arose in my heart, and I solemnly stuffed the 50-yuan bill into the red donation box. With the sincere "thank you" from my eldest brother, I smiled proudly when I saw the approving looks from my mother and onlookers.

"Ah, as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!" In the cold air, a wave of warmth clearly poured in, warming everyone's heart. A 500-word essay on the topic of love 12

When I didn’t understand what fatherly love was, I always felt that it was far-fetched to describe my father in any words. Because my father is so busy every day that he has no time to celebrate my birthday, pick me up from school, or even make breakfast for me.

Whenever I make a mistake, the first person to criticize me is my father. Sometimes I would get a beating from my father before I even realized my mistake. It wasn’t until later, when I grew up and became wiser, that I understood this father’s love that I didn’t understand. The image of my father gradually became clear in my heart.

Only when I grew up did I realize that my father’s love has always been buried in my heart. Father’s love is like a mountain. My father always leaves early and comes home late, all because of me! The white hair on my head and the wrinkles on my face are all caused by my hard work! My father criticized me, so what reason did I have to talk back?

One winter, I saw my father’s love—my father shed tears for me. On a night with heavy snow and biting wind, I had a high fever of 40℃. For the first time, I saw my father's eyes worried about me. Those eyes were full of anxiety. I saw something crystal clear in my father's eyes - - Tears. He hurriedly carried me to the clinic. Looking at the series of footprints behind him, my nose felt sore and tears couldn't help but flow down. The tears soaked my father's clothes. My father looked back and saw me crying, with a tone of criticism. He said, "Silly boy, why are you crying." After saying that, I saw two lines of tears streaking down my father's cheeks. The sweat and tears condensed together into great fatherly love. After staying up all night, the bloodshot eyes made my father look older. I know my father loves me very much. Now my father is getting older and older, his movements are getting slower and slower, and his back is a little hunched. Father, thank you for your hard work.

Father’s eyes, father’s tears. It has become the memory of father's love in my heart. My father: busy and hardworking. His back was hunched and his hair was white. There are more wrinkles. This is a symbol of my father's love for me and that he would sacrifice everything for me.

My father, the backbone of the family, thank you for your hard work. Don’t worry about me anymore. Your child has grown up. I hope time will pass slowly and don’t let you change again. Old, my beloved father. A 500-word essay on the topic of love 13

Black - flowing sadness. It was raining heavily outside the window, and the sky was as black as a plate of ink. I was like a lonely boat on the sea, lonely and helpless... My parents divorced when I was young, and no one wanted to raise me. Finally, after several twists and turns, I lived with my father. My father's helplessness, my mother's ruthlessness, my stepmother's face, my friends' ridicule... all flew before my eyes, weaving into a web. I wanted to escape, but I couldn't escape.

Autumn - the sorrow of oneself. I refused anyone to interfere in my life. I didn't want to face my father, and I couldn't determine my position in his heart. In order to protect myself and prevent myself from getting hurt again, I chose to isolate myself. I rejected the world, thinking that the whole world was unloving. Have you ever seen a painting like this? Look, a girl is holding her mother's hand and flying a kite in the field. They kept running...the laughter seemed to drift with the kite... My heart slightly longed for maternal love. I know that my heart longs for maternal love.

In the dream, a small seed was sprouting and growing... green... I fell in love with the world. Today, she took me to a friend's house. During the conversation, the friend asked, "How many children do you have?" "Three. The eldest daughter is here with me today." She turned her head and smiled faintly at me. Once upon a time, her smile was so beautiful and gentle. At this time, my heart was full, sweet and sour... I quietly came outside the house and wiped away my tears. Golden... the seeds of love have already quietly sprouted and grown... I stood on the hillside and watched the golden waves of grain coming towards me. I deeply felt the joy of autumn. It turns out that I am getting closer to love step by step. Dusk remains gentle and calm.

For the first time, I took the initiative to hold her hand and walk home. When I look at it with cold eyes, life is dark; when I open my mind to accept love, life is so... Look at the world with love, and it turns out that love is all around you. When love comes, don't reject it, embrace it with your sincerity.

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Mom is an important figure in our family. In order for me to concentrate on my studies and for my father to work with peace of mind, she not only completed the eight hours of work during working hours, but also took care of all the work. All housework.

My mother lives frugally, respects the elderly and loves the young. She takes great care of the food for the family. In addition to taking care of my frail father and letting him eat more good things every day, I also have to prepare three meals a day for me, and I also have to save some money to honor my grandfather and grandma. For as long as I can remember, pickles and miso have never been left on my mother’s dining table. When there was little food, she would hardly move her chopsticks. Whenever we persuade her to eat vegetables, she always says: "Eat it, it's time for you to grow." Therefore, the neighbors praise my mother as a good wife and mother.

My mother is not afraid of threats, insists on justice, and dares to fight. One afternoon, my mother and I came to a stall selling cucumbers. The old man weighed two kilograms of cucumbers for my mother. When he turned around to give his mother change, a young man with a mustache came. He took three cucumbers as fast as he could, and when the old man wasn't paying attention, he turned around and ran away. The mother gave the young man a hand and said calmly: "Hey, comrade, your cucumbers haven't been weighed yet, and you haven't been paid yet, so why are you leaving!" The young man with the mustache's eyes were wide and round, as big as his mother's. He shouted: "The cucumbers were not bought here, why should I give him money?" Mom's eyes were so firm, and she said to the young man unceremoniously: "I saw you take the cucumbers from here and put them in the basket." , you said you bought cucumbers from others, can you tell how many kilograms and taels the cucumbers are?" The young man was speechless, put down the cucumbers, and ran away in despair. The old man selling cucumbers kept saying, "Thank you, comrade." But my mother said, "Grandpa, don't worry! There will be more and more people who uphold justice, and each of us citizens has the responsibility to maintain social order." Ah! What a wonderful mother. I am proud and proud to have such a mother. A 500-word essay on the topic of love 15

There is an unforgettable love in the world, and that is maternal love. Whenever I hear the song "Only mother is good in the world, a mother's child is like a treasure...", my mother's kind face keeps echoing in my mind. Yes, we grow up happily under the nourishment of maternal love.

I remember one morning in the third grade, the weather was very gloomy that day, and my mood also changed with the weather. I only got 21 points in today's math test. I feel very uncomfortable. I can't help but shudder when I think of you getting angry. When the get out of class bell rang, I couldn't hold it in any longer and ran straight home.

When I arrived at the door of my house, I took out the key with trembling hands, only to find that the door was open and my mother was leaning against the shoe cabinet. "I...I..." I was about to say something, but my mother suddenly interrupted me, "What's the score on the test?" "21" I answered softly, and I saw my mother raised her hand, and I subconsciously Closed his eyes. Those big hands raised high did not hit my head for a long time, but instead they gently caressed me: "It's okay, kid, failure is the mother of success. Mom, I believe you will get good grades in the next test." "My mother said lovingly. I opened my eyes and saw a crystal clear tear flashing in the corner of my mother's eyes. My heart felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of sharp swords. I made up my mind not to let you down again. I stayed up all night practicing arithmetic, and finally my hard work paid off. I successfully won the championship in the second test. Seeing the slightly raised smile at the corner of your mouth, my heart was sweeter than eating honey.

Father's love is like a cup of bitter tea, the more you taste it, the more fragrant and mellow it becomes. Mother's love is like a cup of sweet tea, nourishing the dry heart.

These two loves come together and accompany me as I grow!