Love is the most beautiful emotion of human beings; Love makes the world warm. The following are some essays on the topic of love. Welcome to read them!

Composition 1 on the topic of love

Love represents everything. I am now a student in Grade Two! Life has gradually begun several times, and this kind of life is an atmosphere, an atmosphere full of tension, a pure sensitivity, and a time for curiosity about everything.

When I was a child, my parents' love was around, and there was no separation. Although we were together every day, there were endless words all the time. Even if we were fighting and arguing, it was an atmosphere of love! Lovely, I am used to this indispensable life! I have been attached to this happy and contradictory life! The energy beyond love exceeds the ocean, and there are as many springs in the ocean as there are, so is my love!

Now, I'm a junior two student, and I'm pursuing my dream. There are threats and competitions all the time! Happiness and sadness are always indispensable! We are now paving the way for the future. If we don't even pave the way, how can we go the next way? This is a mystery, as the saying goes, 35 lines, each line is the best! However, we were born in an era of struggle. If we lag behind others, our life will be short of such a small and important step. However, we have a tenacious will and a brave spirit! Therefore, even if we were born in an era of competition, we can turn energy into strength. Turn strength into success! This is our purpose. We are surrounded by teachers' care, classmates' care and self-encouragement! This kind of strength, this kind of care and this kind of care are condensed into love!

love! Like an ocean! There is endless sea water flowing, and we are that stream, and the flowing sea water is gradually passed to our stream which is not as powerful as society! Amor! Like a candle! There is endless light shining on our growth, we absorb this endless heat and light, let us move from darkness to light! From hell to heaven, and we are such candles that absorb energy and light! Amor! Just like a butterfly just born, he can't fly yet, but with the encouragement of his family and the help of his friends, he can fly slowly. Finally, he may be the most dazzling butterfly! He flies freely, and we will never give up just like their will!

love! Being with us all the time, we will never be separated from this endless love!

love! I love you forever! May you always be by my side! May you stay with me forever! Never part with me!

love! I love you forever! May you bless all my friends around me and all those who care about me get the same love as me!

love! I love you forever! May you have your company as much as I do!

Composition 2 on the topic of love

Love is the most beautiful emotion of human beings; Love makes the world warm. Now, let me lead you to the world of love!

In the village, there lives an old woman of Miao nationality who has no children or daughters. Her neighbor is a Han nationality. Although they are not of the same ethnic group, they all get along very harmoniously. Lily, a little girl of Han nationality, treats her granny as her own grandmother.

One noon, the burning sun seemed to scorch the earth. An old woman who is over 7 years old is sweeping rice with crutches. How could she do such hard work? Coupled with the hot weather, she was exhausted and fainted immediately. It happened that Lily came to visit. As soon as she saw this situation, she immediately went back and called her father and mother. They quickly sent her to the hospital and paid expensive medical expenses. Everything was arranged properly. Mom and Dad took turns to stay at her bedside and took care of her in every possible way.

After careful care by mom and dad, grandma was finally discharged from the hospital, but her bones recovered slowly. Lily often goes to grandma's house to help with some housework, and she is very busy. Every time Sally finishes housework and is ready to go home, the grandmother will hold her hand and say, "Thank you, girl, what a good boy!" " Lily smiled and revealed two small dimples, one deep and one shallow. The dimples shook as if to say, "This is what I should do."

On Sunday, Lily came to grandma's house as usual. As soon as she entered the gate, a burst of peculiar smell came on her face. Lily covered her nose and walked into the house. It turned out that grandma's quilt had not been washed for a long time. She immediately brought the washbasin from her home. At this time, the grandmother was taking a nap, so she crept out the quilt and picked up the washboard to rub it.

At this moment, the old woman woke up, opened her blindfolded eyes, and vaguely saw someone. After a closer look, it turned out that little Lily was sweating and rubbing clothes. He leaned on crutches, his wrinkled face showed gratitude, looked back at a lot of bedding and clothes, and repeatedly said, "So many dirty things, how dare you?" Lily looked up and smiled and said, "Grandma, sit down, I'm not tired."

Lily finally finished washing. Grandma couldn't control her inner gratitude. She leaned her cane against the wall, walked over trembling and put her arms around Lily. A pair of calloused hands gently stroked a head of hair: "Good boy, good boy!" Lily lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled shyly.

Just as the grandparents and grandchildren were bathed in golden sunshine, an old song came from a distance: Where there is love, there is affection; where there is love, there is friendship; and where there is love, there is affection, love-

Essay 3 on the topic of love

People often say that father is the ladder to heaven, and father is the cow pulling the cart; It is also said that the father is the spiritual pillar of the family and the safe haven of the whole family.

I have been looking for an action that can represent my father's love-smoking

In other people's minds, my father is a soldier who stands tall and upright in the wind and rain, and his father is a tall and straight pine on the edge of a cliff. In short, his father is a man who can stand tall and upright. However, in my heart, my father is just a heavy smoker, an authentic heavy smoker. His fingers, which had been browned by smoke, are still holding a cigarette all the time.

My father loves smoking, which has always been the case. I don't know why. No matter at home or out, there is a strong smell of smoke on his body, which makes me unbearable. Especially when I was near school, the smell of smoke became stronger and more unbearable. At this time, I am anxious because I am worried that my tuition is not enough, while my father is still smoking his cigarette leisurely, as if he is indifferent to my affairs. Seeing him smoking deeply all day and then spitting it out gently, I can't wait to kick him out of the house. This situation really makes me want to cry, and I can't bear to hate it. Is this my father? Is this the so-called "indomitable spirit"? He is so "great", what can I say?

nevertheless, I was sent to school on time, which puzzled me. I seem to be slowly aware that while he is smoking deeply, he is also thoughtful and silently worried. Recalling the smell of smoke again, I found that it had a faint fragrance; Seeing the smoke shadow again, I felt a lot of sadness hanging over my father.

Looking back

Once again, my father sent me to school. When I left, he still didn't say anything, didn't even leave a smile, turned around and left. In the face of such a cold father, I can't understand, let alone accept. Suddenly I had an idea to spy on him secretly. Just as he came to the corner, he stopped and turned his head. His affectionate eyes seemed to be looking for something. Oh, I wanted to see his son again, but I didn't see it. He turned his head again, and I was finally found by him. Finally, a faint smile appeared on his face, which was as crystal clear as dew in the morning, as short and as rare. From his eyes, I finally found the best thing in the world? Selfless love.

Since then, this exquisite gesture has gone deep into my memory. What a touching turn back!

at last, I thoroughly understood: I am not lacking in fatherly love, but in discovery. The smell of smoke is full of fragrance, and then I look back with deep affection. At the same time, I also understand the father's love: the father's love is like a mountain, the father's love is like the sea, and the father's cold appearance is filled with a red-hot sense of responsibility and a sincere love for his son.

where is the father's love now? All in a wisp of smoke, all in a moment of turning back.

Composition 4 on the topic of love

Every dress has a trademark, but my clothes don't, because they were taken away by something called maternal love?

One day, my mother bought me a brand-new cotton underwear. I opened the box with joy and couldn't wait to take it out and put it on my body. The clothes are very beautiful, no matter the color, pattern or lace, they are all my favorite, and they fit me very well.

My mother looked it up and down, helped me turn up my sleeves, straightened my skirts, and finally set her eyes on the logo behind the neckline. She reached out and touched the logo, and then asked me if the back of my neck would be uncomfortable. I shook my head. The trademark on the collar is usually sewn well and flat, and will not stick in.

But my mother still seems uneasy. After thinking for a moment, she still said to me, "Take it off first and put it on tomorrow." I'm a little reluctant: why can't I wear such a beautiful dress until tomorrow?

mom ironed the clothes first. Then, he took out scissors to cut off the trademark. She reached out the back of her hand and rubbed the broken line left on the clothes, frowned and shook her head. It seemed that she would still prick people, so she took out a needle, picked the lines one by one and removed the edge of the label left on the clothes. Looking at it again, it seems that the neckline of the clothes has never had a trademark, and my mother's face showed a satisfied smile.

actually, it really doesn't matter if some clothes don't have their trademarks removed. But my mother blocked a lot of discomfort for me with her hand, and I felt the collar was more comfortable, because it condensed my mother's meticulous love.

from now on, my mother will tear down the trademark no matter whether it hurts people or not, for fear that it will hurt my skin.

When eating, my mother always leaves me the best dishes. Before going to school, my mother always told me to study hard; When I sleep, my mother never forgets to help me with the quilt. Whenever these times, my heart is as comfortable as my neck.

a mother's love lasts forever. Every time I proudly talk about my mother with my classmates, I always rub my collar without a trademark with the back of my hand like my mother.

the wandering clothes, the motherly thread, are traditional motherly love. It is a modern maternal love to put on the trademark and pick and remove the needle. As mothers, as needles, between a seam and a tear, there is eternal affection and deep maternal love.

I learned from the communication with the mother of the trainee that "tearing down the trademark" did happen. It can be seen that careful observation and careful capture of exciting scenes in life can bring true words.

composition 5 on the topic of love

There are many kinds of love, which represent different meanings: parents' love for their children is selfless; The love between friends is pure; Our love for the disabled, is that sincere?

There is a kind of love that haunts us; There is a kind of love that is so selfless and great; There is a kind of love that moves us; There is a kind of love that makes us ashamed? That's the love of my parents. My most unforgettable thing is the love of my mother.

One morning when I was in grade one, it was sunny, which made people feel that summer had arrived, so I ran out of the house without an umbrella, only wearing a summer sportswear. My mother stopped me and said to me, "Daughter, it's hot in the morning, but it may get cold in the afternoon. Please put on more clothes and bring an umbrella." I didn't answer my mother, so I went to school. Who knows, it was really right by my mother. In the afternoon, it was really dark, and then it rained heavily, and the weather became cold with the rainstorm. I was so cold that I wanted to go home quickly, but I remembered that I forgot my umbrella. What should I do? How to get home? I am extremely remorseful.

Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure quickly came up to me, that is, my mother. It turned out that my mother knew that I had little clothes to go back to school, the weather turned cold, and it rained heavily, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so my mother came to bring me clothes and an umbrella. My mother said to me, "I can only ask for half an hour, and I will go back to work later." My mother's words are like a breeze. When I pull back my thoughts, my mother has dragged herself back to the company with a small umbrella. < P > Is there a kind of love? Parents' meticulous love, many of which are or are often easily overlooked!