Whether in study, work or life, we are the least unfamiliar is the essay, right, writing is an important means of cultivating people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What kind of essay can be called an excellent essay? The following is my compilation of 10 essays on the topic of love, welcome to learn and reference, I hope it will help you.
The love as the topic of the essay Part 1
Xiao Xue'er is well-behaved and clever, and her father also likes her very much. Every morning, the little snow child always snuggle in the father's side, let her father to help her braid. The father's braid is not good, but in the eyes of little Xue'er, her father's braid is so beautiful.
Every month, my father would give me some money to buy my favorite candy. At that moment, it was the happiest time for little Xue'er. Little Xue'er ate while singing "Happy Clapping Song". The father looked at the little Xue'er happy look, his own heart is also beautiful.
Once, when it was raining heavily, Xiao Xueer suddenly had a high fever. The father was anxious like a pot on the ants - round and round. After some consideration, finally decided to carry the little snow child walking to three miles away from the hospital to see the doctor. On the way, the bean-sized rain splashed on the father's face, and his eyes opened with difficulty. The muddy dirt road made it difficult for him to stand, and he stumbled a few times along the way. Little Xue'er, clad in a white raincoat, lay weakly on her father's broad back. She opened her weak eyes and looked at her father who was in a sorry state. Tears flowed out of her eyes and pooled with the rainwater on her father's body. The next day, little Cheryl looked at her father lying beside her, and tears flowed down again. She felt a father's love that was engraved in her bones. She vowed to love her father with her whole life.
Years like a shuttle, little Xue'er has grown into a pavilion of young girls. The first time I've ever seen a woman in my life, I've seen a woman in my life, I've seen a woman in my life. In order to better take care of her father, Xiao Xue'er gave up the opportunity to live in the big city, and resolutely chose to go back to her hometown to teach. The two of them have had a happy life before.
Once, in order to let the children better understand biology, Cher organized them to collect specimens in the mountains. However, a huge storm hit the mountain and there were landslides and mudslides, leaving Snowy and his students stranded in the middle of the mountain. His father rushed to the mountain and rescued the trapped students one by one. Just as Snowy was about to approach his father, a large boulder rolled down at Snowy, and his father pushed Snowy away. The boulder rolled down quickly, and the mud and rocks took advantage of the situation, drowning her father. Little Xue'er stunned, and then desperately cried out to her father, she used her hands to pick up the mud, but her weak strength does not help.
After the storm stopped, with the help of the townspeople, her father was carried down. Little Xue'er hugged her father's body and cried her heart out. Later, people told her that she was not her father's biological daughter, and that her father had carried her home in a snowy winter. Little Xue'er even more painful.
On the day her father was buried, Little Xue'er cried, "Dad, you will always be my real father, my closest relative."
Little Xue'er only father's love, that is a lonely love, but yet little Xue'er's life is full of happiness and gratitude. Love, do not need too much; love, also do not need reasons. Love and being loved is also a kind of happiness.
Love as the topic of essay Part 2It seems that from childhood to adulthood, are most afraid to write mom. It's not that I don't want to, but I'm afraid. The role of the mother, can not be colorful, but also can not be lightly written, more a point to show a show, less a point to show thin feelings. On the spur of the moment, I want to write about my favorite mom, but suddenly do not know where to start. The two words "mom", just lingering between the lips, is indescribable meaning long.
In my fourteen years of life, occupies most of the memory, no doubt is the mother, although there are nearly ten years of school boarding life, but my feelings for the mother, not because of this, and the slightest bit of indifference. And when that day, inadvertently saw the photo placed on the piano, only to suddenly realize that I have never cared for my mother with all my heart.
It was a photo of me and my mom when I was four or five years old. At that time, my mom was less than forty, with a head of extremely long, flowing hair, long black hair dashingly draped over the back of the head, looking very youthful and beautiful. She was holding the tiny me, smiling tenderly, with doting and happiness in her smile.
I suddenly had a tremor in my heart. In the end, how many years have not seen mom stay long hair look? I realized that I could not remember.
At lunch, pretending to be absent-minded, I asked my mom why she cut her hair short. Mom looked like a matter of course: "Long hair is not good to dye ah!" I just suddenly remembered that a few years ago, mom began to dye her hair. Now I see my mother this beautiful chestnut hair, in fact, are dyed, and the real color ...... is blinding white.
Can not help but give birth to the idea of wanting to give my mother to dye her hair once, it just so happened that a few days ago my mother chattered about dyeing her hair, and I tried to introduce myself and said, "Mom, your hair is not the time to dye it again? I'll do it this time."
Wearing thin plastic gloves, holding a comb that has been dyed by the hair dye to the point of not seeing the original color, and carefully "working" on the mother's hair. Looking at the silver hair on top of my mother's head, I can not help but nose a little sour, busy pretending to turn his head, pretending to want to sneeze.
"What's wrong?" I didn't expect my mom to get nervous, "Is it the smell of hair dye that you're not used to smelling? This stuff is just so pungent, here, give it to me while you go out and get some air." I bit my -lower lip, mom, how can you, who do everything thinking of your daughter first, understand my heartache.
"It's okay." I squeezed out a hard smile, "Maybe it's someone who misses me." The sardonic words warmed the room. I combed my mom's hair carefully, finally realizing that the most spirited golden years of her life had slipped away at some point.
It's true that time is too thin, and the fingers are too wide. The years, like a shuttle, fly by quickly, as the color of the mother's hair, has been green silk into snow.
"Mom, if time stops at this moment, you no longer get old, always be this way, OK?" The thought slipped unconsciously out of his throat.
"What a joke?" Cast into thought mom but kindly laughed, "Not to mention how ridiculous it is. Even if time really stops and I don't change anymore, but you are just as unchanged ah. How can you grow up? Mom is still waiting to see you grow up."
Listening to this joke, my eyes slightly red.
It turned out that my mother had never planned for herself one iota, just as she did not care about her own hair color, and did not care about her own gradual aging, but paid close attention to my growth, my future.
Because, her heart is full, all she is proud of a daughter.
At this moment, my mom's love is like sunshine rushing out of the clouds, waving in my heart. Mom's hair color, in my heart, also forever fixed in the tough chestnut color, and will never fade.
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I can see the sunlight that breaks out of the clouds, the bright and shiny color after the piece of blinding white flowers.
It's all mom's love. I don't want to say empty words like how fine the writing is or how well structured it is, but I do truly see the love you have for your mom. In the future, I wish you and your mom happiness forever.
Love as the topic of the essay Part 3Today is Mother's Day, I think of mother's love, my eyes came up with this picture: I succeeded in the exam, my mother was happy for me; I failed the exam, my mother encouraged me to take the test next time; my mother to help me dictate, but also to supervise my mimeographed. She always reminds me to wear more clothes when it is cold, and feeds me medicine when I am sick. She also often helps me clean up my bedroom. She takes me to the playground to play soccer and badminton in her busy schedule. When watching TV, she would change to the program I wanted to watch without hesitation. It was my mom who taught me to say my first words, to write my first characters, and to tell me many "firsts".
In the strong mother's love, I learned to walk independently, and I grew up step by step. Mother's love is like a huge hand, in my difficulties to help me; mother's love is like a beautiful umbrella, in my need to give me shelter from the wind and rain; mother's love is like the golden sunshine in winter, in my cold to give me warmth; mother's love is like a compass, in my forward direction.
But with the growth of age, more and more troubles, adolescent children will appear some early love, the reason is because of the desire to be loved, rather than what parents think, as a child early love is because of curiosity, growing up, we desire to have more people to love us, so that our lives are more colorful, rather than grow up dumb and stupid do not understand anything, but the early love of a child in the end can appreciate the early love of a child. Children to the end can appreciate the harm caused by early love, love for our teenagers is a kind of bitter feeling, they will always do for each other a lot of things, I hope the other side more love themselves, make themselves happy.
I myself is a typical example, but at least I have now understood a lot, what love, for us at this age, are pipe dreams, 15 years old or so, we are learning a good time, and not to go as adults have their own choice of love, we are just children, we do not have the choice of love.
and his acquaintance seems to make me happy, and his acquaintance makes me feel very happy, as a naive girl I did not think much about anything, like other people of the same age are eager to get the love of the opposite sex, I hope that their own will not be lonely, and he is with him every day feel so full, think back, how do you know that you have paid a lot of good, and he is always pampered, and from not letting him! Because he suffered any harm, and he always use all the intimate words to melt my heart, for his sake, learning, he became my motivation, whenever he is a failure, will always shout out his name, but ultimately with tears will remember his smile in his mind, so, the days go by day by day, for him to boil dry a lot of heart, until one day, unknowingly found that he really like another girl, he was mercilessly knocked down, told himself to be strong, but how can not do it, in the face of his rogue expression, he tried to swallow the crystalline teardrops in his eyes slowly, told himself that he is not a weak girl, but, in the end, the moment he said to break up, he couldn't hold back his sadness, tears rolled down his cheeks, in the moment he turned to leave, his heart tells himself that The moment he turned away, his heart told himself that he would never like any boy again before he became a minor, and that he would no longer easily believe in the boys' rhetoric.
We are still children, we only learn well, grow up to be able to make a difference, to choose their own life correctly.
If you are still in the early love of compatriots, try to prevent themselves from falling into a very deep, we can not decide their own future, now we can only study well, in this highly competitive society want to live well, not to be cheated, if you study hard, I believe that by our efforts, this society will be more beautiful.
A few years ago, my family and I traveled to Hong Kong one winter. On the evening of the day we returned to the mainland, my mom and dad took me to the bus station to wait for the bus. It was unusually cold, and the naughty wind child was busy playing hide-and-seek with the curved moon in the sky, and accidentally "bumped" into me.
"Ha ...... yawn! So ...... cold." I shivered and said. My parents went to buy a drink, and a grandmother standing in front of me cast a concerned look, "What's wrong, little friend, is it cold?"
I nodded, but then shook my head quickly and said, "No, it's fine." I didn't want to worry this strange Hong Kong grandmother. The sky had a few small stars winking at me, but they were much darker against the thin clouds. I used my mouth to haze my small, almost frozen hands. The heat turned into a white mist in the light and it was really cold!
Grandma noticed my movements and guessed that my hands were numb, so she turned to me, cupped my hands and blew air into them. The warmth of the air swirled in my hands and turned into a warm current that flowed into my heart. Grandma's kind look was like a mother taking care of her child with compassion. My hands gradually warmed up a little, and my heart was filled with gratitude: for the first time in a foreign country, helpless, there is a such a kind grandmother to care for me, although we just met in passing ......
Grandma rubbed my little hand again, smiling and asked: "Warmer, right? " After saying that, she still seemed uneasy, hurriedly removed her wide scarf draped over my body, urged: "Be sure to wear oh!" See I did not refuse, she smiled happily.
Another gust of wind blew, with a wide scarf, I feel much warmer, but I clearly see that the grandmother's silver hair was blown by the cold wind is very dazzling. Without the scarf, she was shivering a bit. Just when I was full of apologies and wanted to take off the scarf and return it to grandma, mom and dad came back.
Mom saw this and hurriedly took off the scarf and returned it to Grandma, thanking her constantly. At this time, the grandmother excitedly said to us: "Children, look, you take the bus has arrived! You don't have to freeze anymore."
The bus has arrived. If I had heard this news ten minutes ago, I would have jumped up and down. But now, I can't be happy. Because this Hong Kong grandmother took another bus, and I had to say goodbye to her.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get on the car!" Mom urged me.
I turned around and hugged my grandma tightly, "Thank you, grandma! Bye!"
"Bye, son!"
On the way home, the cold, clear, curved moon still hangs quietly in the sky, but my heart is warm.
Love as the topic of the essay Part 6
Mother's love, such as manna in the morning, crystal clear; mother's love, such as the plum blossom in winter, with a faint fragrance; mother's love, such as a colorful book, to give you infinite spiritual power. --Title
My mother is an ordinary housewife, but she is not endless love sprinkled on my body. It was she who gave me life and care. She spilled endless sweat and tears, but left happiness to me. Just as the poet Bing Xin said, "O mother! Setting aside your sorrows, only you are the resting place of my soul!" Mother's love, has become an indispensable part of my life.
My mother has left me to go out to work since I understood. When I was small, I always thought it was because my mother didn't love me that she left me. But I understand now, my mother is all for me, for the sake of the family. One summer vacation, I went to the place where my mother worked. On that day, my mother didn't go out to work, so she bought me my favorite dishes and a drink for me. When I was eating, I suddenly noticed that my mother was only focusing on giving me food, while she herself didn't eat much, and my tears were about to fall at that time. But I was afraid that my mother would see it and be sad, so I forced myself to hold back. My mother kept saying to me, "Eat quickly, or the food will get cold!" That afternoon, my mother played with me all afternoon, feeling the warmth of my mother's care, happy and pleasant.
The next day, I accompanied my mom to go out to work, want to personally feel the mother's work environment. Originally also know that mom's work will not be very easy, but after arriving there, I still feel unexpected! The environment there was very poor and noisy. After working for only a short while, my mother was already sweating profusely, but she didn't even realize it. My heart felt like it was being torn apart, and tears blurred my eyes. When I saw my mother's back again, she was still busy there without stopping. Perhaps, the mother did not feel tired, because she was loaded with me in her heart, loaded with home!
By the end of the day, my mother's tired face showed a kind smile, pulling me out of the workroom. Back to the residence, mom to go out with me to buy clothes for me, I stubbornly refused, because I know that the money is mother with sweat for ah!
"Who says inch grass heart, reward three spring sunshine." Mother ah, you gave me endless love, you are gradually getting old. Your hands are no longer smooth, your head has added a few gray hairs. Mom, you don't have to worry about me anymore, now I have grown up! Mom, I will study hard, maybe this is my best 'repayment!
Love as the topic of essay Part 7As the saying goes, "A mother's love is like water, a father's love is like a mountain." In life, the love of parents may be a bowl of strong Chinese medicine, may be an umbrella, may be in your sleep cover the quilt ......
Remember once, I woke up from a nap; felt hungry. Then came to the kitchen, but as soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw my father cooking my favorite ---- cucumber fish. "Wake up ah! Hungry right? Wait there's cucumber fish to eat!" Dad said to me, I nodded at him and went to read my book. Just as I was absorbed in my reading, I heard a "slap!" A bowl of aromatic cucumber fish arrived on my table. I said, "Dad, don't you want to eat?" "I don't eat, you just eat." Dad replied as he picked at the fish bones. I started to eat it, and there wasn't a single fish splinter in one piece of fish! When I think of my dad picking fish spines, there is a sudden warmth in my heart.
In the second book of the third grade, English requires memorization of words. I always memorize NOODLES "noodles" mom told me to memorize noodles, and I have been memorized into the NOORLAS mom angry! Mom got mad and said, "You have such a bad memory? Go read it 50 times!" I was aggrieved and thought, "How can mom scold me?" When I went to bed at night, my mom thought I was asleep, so she came in softly. But I wasn't asleep yet, and pretended to be asleep as soon as I heard something; my mom came over and said, "Daughter, you'll be more competitive in the future, okay? From now on mom won't scold you." I wanted to say, "Mom, I will be good." But I fell asleep ah!
Dad, mom here, I want to say, "I love you!" The birds are grateful to the trees, the grass is grateful to the earth, I also want to be grateful to my parents!
Love as the topic of essay Part 8When I was young, eternity is a beautiful word: symbolizing the helplessness of the cowherd and the weaving maiden looking at the starry river, representing the faithfulness of the love of Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi, interpreting the poignancy of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who both turned into butterflies and went away. ...... However, when time winds down my childishness, when life opens up to me its Another picture scroll, unconsciously gradually understand, in fact, there is a moment in this world called eternity, in that moment of love precipitated an eternal beauty.
Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water, mountain and water surrounded by the harbor is no longer warm. All along, I have been doing a willful child, and enjoy the love of parents, and take their pay as a matter of course. That's why I accidentally overlooked too many moments, too much how can I forget? Home when the parents busy figure shuttle in the kitchen, face written full of warmth and love; study homework when the next room in the TV is almost muted; away from home the village head of the figure was vaguely pulled a long, long, and the thoughts pulled far, far away ......
Countless moments of love is framed into an eternal
Memory has been stored in the respect for a teacher, just because he left me an eternal moment, an instant of eternity. So, that eternal smile precipitated by the beauty will always be treasured in the memory of the engraved.
Childhood, unintentionally made a small mistake, just when I was afraid of not knowing what to do, the teacher of a tolerant smile to pass over, instantly dispersed all my worries and doubts.
At that moment I began to believe that the original criticism can also be sweet, and that moment was also framed into a memory, cast into a kind of eternal deep in the depths of the heart, when my life boat encountered the wind and waves, I will have a more confident, but also more a more relaxed ......
Finally understand that the world It turns out that there is another kind of love is an eternal moment, is the moment of eternity, in the moment of love precipitated by the beauty of eternity． Let us religiously sow hope, and then harvest all the way to the beautiful and touching in the watch.
Love is a ray of sunshine in the winter, so that the hungry and cold people feel extra warm; love is a spring in the desert, so that dry mouth and tongue rekindled the fire of hope; love is a long drought on the ground of a downpour of rain, is the lonely and helpless people to get the warmth of the solace. Love is everywhere, love can not only warm others, but also warm themselves. "Sending people roses, hands leave a fragrance" is not exactly this truth?
Even if we can not do the stars, then do a firefly, although small, but also can light up a corner of the world; even if we can not do the flowers, then do a grass, even if fragile, but also a new green; even if we can not do the hero, then do a love, although the identity of the humble, but also can make the sufferer get a little warm.
Let the world be full of love, you, me, he **** exist!
Love as the topic of the essay Part 10
Mom's love as a plate of fruit salad, sweet to the heart
- Remember
It was a quiet night, in addition to the sound of the wind can only be heard in the outside of some small animals singing, I accompanied by that wonderful song in the hard work of study. The light outside is getting less and less, while the light in my room is still very bright. The moonlight reflected on my desk through the curtains, and I was still worrying about those damn questions. Mom and Dad should have been asleep long ago, and I was still buried in a mountain of books and problems. Suddenly the door to my room opened, and I heard my mom's gentle voice: "Baby, go to bed early, don't wear out your body." And I'm still worrying about those damn questions, my heart is in turmoil, my thoughts are in turmoil. I impatiently shouted to my mom, "I know, don't mind me, you go to sleep first."
Mom said nothing and slowly exited my room. The door gently closed ------
Late at night, a few stars outside the window blinking tiredly, I looked at the closed door, there is an indescribable taste in my heart. Think about the recent study pressure, often angry at mother. And my mother has always tolerated me. Suddenly, there is a kind of sour feeling in my heart.------ A moment later, the door opened again, and my mother was carrying a plate of beautifully shaped, fragrant and sweet smelling fruit salad. Mom put it on my desk and said to me; baby, eat some salad. Looking at the plate of salad, I remembered the scene just now. Tears flowed out indisputably ------
The salad was fragrant and sweet, aromatic! Carefully surveyed the mom in front of me, mom is old. In also can not find the shadow of the former.
But slightly tired face with a smile. In order to comfort her tantrum daughter ------
The fragrance of the salad overflowed the entire room. I finally understand. Mom loved me and tolerated everything I had, and she gave me everything she had. Mom's love is like a plate of fruit salad, sweet to the heart, accompany me all my life