In daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. So have you ever learned anything about composition? The following are nine compositions with 6 words on the topic of love, which I carefully arranged, hoping to help everyone. Taking love as the topic of composition 6 words 1

You have disappeared without a trace, but where there is sunshine, there must be you; You are silent, but those who have really paid for others must feel it.

Without you, there would be no sincere feelings in the world; Without you, there would be no sincere effort in the world. You are above everything else, all good things are born of you, and you have given the world warmth and auspiciousness.

In winter, my son was studying in a small room. The door opened with a creak. The mother put water on the table and put on the coat. She said sadly, "It's winter, you wear too little. Come on, put on this coat." The son habitually put his arm into his sleeve, hugged his mother and kissed her gently on the face. You immediately melt into your mother's sweet heart.

Boys give you to girls, and roses bloom brilliantly because of you;

The teacher sends you to the students, and the bright red "√" and serious criticism are your incarnations;

The disaster hero spilled you into the disaster area, and the once-in-a-century ice melted because of you.

God sent you and the sunshine to mankind, and the sunshine walked side by side with you, and you made its colors colorful ...

Where you are, it is always full of spring!

what are you? No one can figure it out. People give you to their relatives as an eternal gift invisibly.

Old Time bears witness to your dedication. You work tirelessly year after year, day after day. You will always be so young and great that you will spread all over the world.

you can't fly, you can't walk, as long as you are sent out, you will stay there forever, even if time goes by and the stars move, you are still so determined.

tell me, what is your true meaning? Is to pay sincerely forever!

oh! I know who you are, and so do those who have really given for others. I believe you are always by our side, because

your name is love! Love is the topic of composition 6 words 2

Although it is winter, the weather is very sunny, and the sun shines on the world without stint, which is warm and touching. Everything greedily enjoys the comfort of the sun, and people's hearts can't help but open up. Today, I will use my actions to thank my mother's love!

Today is a special day-my birthday. As usual, birthdays are my own joy. Today, I want my mother to spend my birthday with me.

Finish your homework early, listen to your mother, and finish your exercises obediently, waiting for night arrival.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are like water, just like my mother and me.

The cake was served. My mother wiped the sweat from her forehead with her slender but not white hand, and was about to insert a candle. "Wait a minute" I shouted "Mom, do you know what day it is today?"

Mom was stunned, but she couldn't respond for a while. Dad with a camera blinked and soon smiled and said nothing. "Today is your birthday!" Mother said softly and doubtfully. I took a step forward, bent down to my mother and bowed deeply. When I looked up, I had tears in my eyes and said loudly, "Mom, today is my birthday, and it's also your birthday. Twelve years ago, how much you suffered to bring your son into this world; In the past twelve years, you have gone through many hardships to bring up your children. Thanks to my mother, you gave me life; Thanks to my mother, you helped me when I fell to the bottom; Thank you, mother, for giving me advice when I got excellent grades, so that I wouldn't be complacent. I can't repay you for your love all my life. Children travel thousands of miles to worry, but I know that no matter how far I go in the future, I can't walk out of the square of your heart. What children can do is to be grateful: to be grateful for maternal love, to be grateful for maternal love, and to be grateful for the mother's twelve-year education! Twelve years ago today, it was your suffering day; Twelve years later, let me give you a birthday! "

after I finished speaking, I found that there was a mist in my mother's eyes.

I don't know when my father lit the candle. Warm, candlelight; Warm, grateful to my mother!

The moment of gratitude is short and long; The moment of gratitude is ordinary and great. It made me understand the greatness of maternal love and taught me to be grateful at all times. Thanksgiving mother's love! Taking love as the topic of composition 6 words 3

Let love pass

What is love? Some people say that love is an elf, which can't be seen or touched, but can only be felt with your heart. But I want to say, "no, love is a torch, which can be seen and touched."

You may have heard of such an advertisement: In the small and warm living room, under the orange light, an old man kindly looks at his daughter-in-law who washes his feet and enjoys family happiness. The little boy who followed the sound just saw this scene. When the daughter-in-law walked to the little boy's room, she saw the little boy carrying a basin of foot washing water, trying to avoid the splashing water and naively calling, "Mom, wash your feet!" "

when I first saw this advertisement, I was moved to tears. Perhaps the little boy's action may be just a simple imitation, but I saw the figure of love in that insignificant basin of foot washing water and saw that love was passed from my daughter-in-law to the little boy's hand.

"but how much love has the inch-long grass, J Chunhui!" That little grass can't repay the kindness of the sun at all, and so can people. Only with our small strength, how can we repay everyone who has given us "three spring rays" one by one? The only way is to let love continue to pass on to everyone who is willing to let love fill the family, the country and even the world.

I met a beggar in rags by the roadside and handed him a coin. Then, love will be transmitted from that coin. If you help up the injured classmate and dress his wound, then love will pass from the white gauze to his hands and heart.

Love is an emotion of human beings, which can give people joy and drive away sadness. On the runway of life, we should all hold the torch of love until we run to the end of life.

Maybe you think that you have never seen what love is, is it red, purple or pink? Let me tell you, it's not that you have never seen love, but that you have never paid attention to it. They are not red, purple or pink. They are an ethereal object. Only the heart can find it, touch it, appreciate its strange appearance and appreciate its splendor.

let love pass. Let love pervade us and fill everyone's heart ... Writing 6 words on the topic of love 4

My father doesn't talk much, and he doesn't nag like my mother. We always meet only a few words, and there is basically nothing to talk about. Father's bad temper is terrible, especially his expression, which is like eating people. So I try not to provoke him. Perhaps, this is how my father makes me feel strange and difficult to approach.

When I was a child, my father was away from home all the year round. He went on a business trip for several months and came back almost at midnight. One night, in a trance, I heard my father and mother talking in a deliberately low voice. Then suddenly someone gently pushed open the door of my room, and someone came in slowly and covered me with the quilt I kicked off. I tried to open my eyes and saw a vague face, familiar and unfamiliar. I knew it was my father. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my father was not so terrible.

When I was young in primary school, and the school was not close to home, my father often sent me by electric car. Electric cars are not like cars. When driving, there is wind blowing from the left and right sides. Summer is fine, but in winter, the cold wind is biting, which is really unbearable. But my father, regardless of himself, pulled open his coat and covered my legs with a hem. I am so cold in the back, let alone my father who opened his coat in front. He also asked me if I was cold from time to time and told me to wrap my clothes. Really, my ears were obviously red with cold and still cared about me. At this moment, looking at my father's generous back, my heart is full of warmth.

I have the impression that my father seldom cooks, but my mother always cooks. I still remember one morning of the final exam in primary school. I was going to grab a piece of bread and leave. But I saw my father busy in the kitchen, and I was suspicious. I was just about to go and have a look, but I saw my father coming with a bowl of poached eggs and putting it on the table in front of me, and handed me a fried dough stick. He also said, "Eat my poached eggs, and don't come back if you don't get 1 points!" Then he turned and went back to his room to sleep. I was slightly stunned. I couldn't believe it. I looked at this bowl of steaming poached eggs in front of me. This winter, it was no longer cold.

Maybe a father's love is not like a mother's love, which is as gentle as water and meticulous. But fatherly love is silent, deep and powerful. Looking back, fatherly love has always been there.

thank you, father! 5

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?

Mother 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 it 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, the neckline of the dress seems to have 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. Taking love as the topic 6 words 6

The river of years has been flowing for a long time. In the waves, glittering and translucent, without a trace of hesitation, was instantly covered by the surging waves behind. I can't help feeling: "Is youth really so short?"

leaning against the balcony, meditating. The yellow leaves in my hands and the dripping water on my head are so cold that my thoughts are interrupted. I keep asking myself: "Should I continue or should I panic?"

when I was in a trance, a fragrance touched my heart. Like a ray of bright sunshine, it pushed aside the black mass of my heart and took my hand. Walking gently, splashing a dust in the lonely corner.

how does this rose grow?

In the wandering, a voice replied, "The hope of youth makes it bloom so enthusiastically!"

I was stunned, and the wind made the window creak. I just stared at it, and something called touching was burning in my bones.

suddenly, I turned my head, afraid to look at it again. Compared with it, I was nothing.

Looking up, it's still the familiar face. "So there you are!" It's still the gentle words that deeply touched my heart. "It's getting cold. Put on a coat." Heavy clothes bring me warmth on my body, and everything around me seems to be quiet. I took her hand and it was as rough as a cracked river bed. In the messy hair, my hair was stained with frost.

"Don't be depressed, the bud will bloom sometimes." She touched my head, and I nestled in her arms, with tears in my eyes. "Son, you have to understand that people's youth is short-lived, and there are joys and sorrows. You must feel it and cherish it. There is no hurdle in this world, be stronger. " I sobbed, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and choked and said, "hmm!" I must be strong. "

Now, in the crowded crowd, I suddenly look back and find that everything is actually nestled in my mother's arms. If I am growing up in youth is compared to a flower, the hope of youth is compared to sweet dew. Then, my mother undoubtedly gave me a warm and vigorous sunrise rising in the East. Love as the topic of composition 6 words 7

Once, I was also a native of Jiao Jiao, a good student in the eyes of teachers and a good pillar of the motherland. However, fate is accidental. In the end, I still can't go to my target middle school as often as I want. At that moment, I can't express my inner hesitation and loss, and I don't know how to face life in the future, but fate quietly brought me to your side when I was most desperate.

In your heart, teacher, I know that I must be unhappy, because I will burst out of frustration and pain in a quiet life. Those ignorant actions hurt me deeply and hurt your heart as well. Try your best to use your eyes and words to let me know: "Anything is possible." But I want headless flies running around.

today, as usual, I knocked on the floor door that you had already closed after the students had a late break. At the moment you opened the door, to be honest, I felt a little guilty and a little timid. I'm afraid you'll angrily denounce me, and you'll look at me with a straight face and angry eyes. I'm afraid, and then you call me to the building management room and say to me deeply, "If you are unhappy, you can tell the teacher that life can't be without loss and pain, but how we should minimize it. I'm also depressed today. I haven't eaten my meal yet, but today is my birthday." At that moment, my heart trembled and my head bowed deeply. I wanted to say "Happy birthday, teacher", but I couldn't confide it, because I didn't feel qualified at that time, and this sentence was just a cloud. At this point, what is presented to us is you who are still screaming at the top of your lungs after class eight a day, you who patiently enlighten us when we forget ourselves, and you who are impatient after your classmates get sick.