One Word I Like
One of my favorite words is - Love.
The word "love" has a clawed head and a bald cap on the top and a "friend" on the bottom. If the word "love" does not have "friend", it is not a complete word; if a person does not have a friend, he will live a lonely life.
There is one thing that makes me understand the real meaning of the word "love". It happened when I was in the third grade.
On this day, the weather was exceptionally bright, and I went to the Children's Palace to take part in the OU competition with great confidence. Exam preparation *** knocked the moment, but I found the pencil bag did not bring, really careless! I was anxious like a hot pot on the ants running around, a moment in each pocket of the clothes to look for, a moment to the schoolbag turned upside down, and finally did not find. The exam is coming soon! What should I do? What should I do? I looked at my classmates sitting around me, all of them were unfamiliar faces, from whom to borrow ah? I fidgeted, head straight cold sweat.
The teacher had already walked into the classroom with the exam paper in hand, and when I was so anxious that my head went blank, my good friend Xiaoxue appeared in front of me with a cat's back and asked suspiciously, "Xiaoxiao, what's going on, you don't know what to do?" "I can't find my pencil bag?" I stomped my feet anxiously. "Smiley, wait!" Xiao Xue said and quickly turned around and ran to the last row of seats, I then realized that my rival in studying and good friend in life, Xiao Xue, was in the same exam room as me. I saw him take out a water pen and catapulted over to hand it to me, "Don't be in a hurry, take the test properly!" I froze, not expecting everything to happen so suddenly and end so quickly. Received the pen of Snow, I was happy, thinking: really snow in the charcoal ah, it is good to have a friend!
This exam, I answered the questions with great excitement and did very well. I think this must be because there are friends that the hot heart in the help.
There is another thing, the sky in June, like the face of the monkey, said change - just now or sunny skies, a moment will be dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Instantly, soybean-sized raindrops fell, hitting the glass window "pop" straight. I looked out through the glass window, the sky and earth as if hanging a large pearl curtain, a cloudy piece. The rain fell on the roof, splashing a splash, rainwater down the eaves, like broken beads. After school, students have put on raincoats, umbrellas home one after another, only I, without an umbrella, stood alone in the corridor, sticking to the wall, looking at the distant figure of my classmates. How I wish the rain would stop soon! At this time Xu Pengyuan looked back and saw my anxious look, so she ran over with her umbrella, "Xia Jingjing, let's both spar!" Without waiting for me to answer, she took my hand. In the school every encounter difficulties, classmates and teachers will always be like timely rain to reach out to help, so I was touched.
It's been two years since the incident, but it's still fresh in my mind because it made me realize that the love between classmates is the most precious and indispensable. Now the word "love" has become a common word in the dictionary of my life, and I love this Chinese character - love.
2. Write an essay on the theme of "Love is just a word"Please enter your answer. 1. In the blink of an eye, I am no longer the baby who tried to be a good boy in order to eat sweets, and my mother can no longer hold me up, but my mother's intimate call is still so loud and so delicious. 2: "Qing'er, have you finished your homework? Qing'er, be careful on the road ...... Qing'er ...... "On the eve of the winter vacation, the school held a parent-teacher conference as usual. After the meeting, mom and the classroom teacher climbed up: "He teacher, my family Qing'er was spoiled by me since childhood, you help to take care of him a little more ...... he teacher, my family Qing'er ......" Mom, you ah, you In front of so many people called my breast name! I secretly screamed in my heart. Sure enough, my concern is not superfluous, I clearly heard the people around me in the "snort" laugh, there are a few quietly pointing at me and said: "Qing Er - Qing Er - Qing Gege, haha ... ... ..." This is very good, and even my breast name and the characters in the "Ring of Pearl Gege" associated. Mom, you've really done a lot of harm! After that day, almost all my classmates who knew me would say, "Good day, good luck!" when they saw me. Think about it, I have always been known as a man of steel, and now I am being labeled as the gentle and virtuous Qingge, how can that be good? I'm sorry, but I'm not sure how much I'm going to get out of this.
Finally vacation, my mood is also slightly better, but just off the train has not yet walked a few steps, the ear again came that familiar and loud call: "Qing Er, you're back." Qing'er again, in an instant, my joy of going home was swept away. So, regardless of whether my mother could stand it, I turned the grievances that I had suffered these days into a full of grievances, and threw them out: "Mom, I'm so old, and you're still calling me by my maiden name, causing me to be laughed at, I'm called Cheng Jianguo, remember that, humph!" After saying that, I no longer pay attention to my mom who froze behind me, and ran home at the fastest speed in my life. "Qing ...... no, no ...... Jianguo, it's time to eat." Mom was calling me, but I could hear that my name had become very raw in her mouth, and it seemed to be very tongue-twisting. Less than the end of the vacation, my mother has been able to call my big name very tastefully: "Jianguo, things packed up yet ...... Jianguo, this book you take with you or not ...... "But I heart The old is not a taste, completely did not listen to my mother called me the kind of cozy feeling of the breast name.
I stepped on the train to the school, the train started the moment, I poked my head out of the window, my mother looked at me, there are tears in my eyes, out of the mouth and shouted: "Qinger, often come home to see ......" and suddenly realized that say "Wrong", the face of an embarrassed smile, I can no longer control their feelings, vigorously dance their hands, shouting to my mother: "Mom, I'll always be your Qinger ...... "The words have just been exported, tears have been like beads dripping down.
Love, is so strange, would have been so a word, but few people really know how to write it, to express it.
2. There is a small kiosk located near my home, which is a very small and ordinary kiosk with green walls and a flat top. Every time I pass by the small book kiosk, I can always see a few small white flowers, gently swaying with the wind, that is open on the window sill of the small book kiosk machine pots of jasmine.
The only hobby is to listen to music and read books in this pavilion. Don't look at the kiosk is small, but the collection of books is very rich - newspapers, magazines, novels, stories have everything, but mixed and not chaotic. The only manager of the kiosk is an old woman who is past her prime. She sweeps the floor, wipes the chairs, takes care of the books, watering the flowers, everything in the pavilion is wrapped up, she takes care of the small pavilion, love and care as if she were treating her own child.
The other day I borrowed a book to the pavilion, I wanted to sit down and quietly read, but look around, a few benches have been filled with people, so I had to hold the book stood in the window to look. The window to send a pleasant breeze on the cheeks, the window sill jasmine bursts of fresh fragrance to the nose, the ear came Zhang Xinzhe beautiful "love on a word" song, the book of the moving plot to make me mesmerized, even if standing also do not feel the slightest bit tired.
Somehow, the arm of the book seems to have touched something, raised his eyes to see - not good, flower pots! Not waiting for me to reach out to help, just hear "bang" sound, a pot of jasmine a few seconds ago was still intact, just like this shattered bones. The pieces of the flowerpot also cut my back of the foot with a bloody wound.
The loud noise in the silence disturbed the people who were reading books, and they all looked up and stared at me, and the old woman also walked quickly to this side. I thought: really bad luck, not to mention the loss of money, will also be scolded. The old woman walked up to me and said, "Little girl, are you hurt?" Hearing these unexpected words, I froze. Lift up my head, her gentle gaze did not have the slightest anger, blame intention. At this time, she had an Wei I said: "child, break a pot is only, who are not careful at times well. Come on, let me see if your feet are hurt." So she was more concerned about my safety. I thought to myself, gratefully spit out a few words: "Nothing, a little pain, thank you!" She brought me a bottle of red potion and carefully applied it on my wound. She stood up and looked at me, and I felt the love in her gaze - a grandmother's love for her grandchildren. At this time, Zhe's familiar voice in my ears: "I will always protect you, regardless of the wind and rain blows, wholeheartedly."
Out of the door, looking back at the small book pavilion, where there thought the kindly old man, where there are constantly emitting fragrant jasmine flowers. Although they are ordinary people and things, but played an extraordinary song of love: "Love is a word, I only say once, you know I will only use action to show that the commitment to a lifetime, keep the insistence, pay never too late." Yes, love is a word, it can only be expressed in action. Friends, no matter when and where, please pay your love it, remember: pay is never too late, because love will never disappear.
3. Write an essay on one of your favorite wordsOne of my favorite words is - love.
The word "love" has a clawed head and a bald cap on the top and a "friend" on the bottom. If the word "love" does not have "friend", it is not a complete word; if a person does not have a friend, he will live a lonely life.
There is one thing that makes me understand the real meaning of the word "love". It happened when I was in the third grade.
On this day, the weather was exceptionally bright, and I went to the Children's Palace to take part in the OU competition with great confidence. Exam preparation *** knocking moment, but I found the pencil bag did not bring, really careless! I was anxious like a hot pot on the ants running around, a moment in each pocket of the clothes to look for, a moment to the schoolbag turned upside down, and finally did not find. The exam is coming soon! What should I do? What should I do? I looked at my classmates sitting around me, all of them were unfamiliar faces, from whom to borrow ah? I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I'm going to do it.
The teacher had already walked into the classroom with the examination paper in hand, and when I was so anxious that my head was blank, my good friend Xiaoxue appeared in front of me with a cat's back, and asked suspiciously, "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong, you're not sure what's going on?" "I can't find my pencil bag?" I stomped my feet anxiously. "Smiley, wait!" Xiao Xue said and quickly turned around and ran to the last row of seats, I then realized that my rival in studying and good friend in life, Xiao Xue, was in the same exam room as me. I saw him take out a water pen and catapulted over to hand it to me, "Don't be in a hurry, take the test properly!" I froze, not expecting everything to happen so suddenly and end so quickly. Received Snow's pen, I was happy, thinking: really snow in the charcoal ah, it is good to have a friend!
This exam, I answered the questions with great excitement and did very well. I think this must be because there are friends that the hot heart in the help.
There is another thing, the sky in June, like the face of the monkey, said change - just now or sunny skies, a moment will be dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Instantly, soybean-sized raindrops fell, hitting the glass window "pop" straight. I looked out through the glass window, the sky and earth as if hanging a large pearl curtain, a cloudy piece. The rain fell on the roof, splashing a splash, rainwater down the eaves, like broken beads. After school, students have put on raincoats, umbrellas home one after another, only I, without an umbrella, stood alone in the corridor, sticking to the wall, looking at the distant figure of my classmates. How I wish the rain would stop soon! At this time Xu Pengyuan looked back and saw my anxious look, so she ran over with her umbrella, "Xia Jingjing, let's both spar!" Without waiting for me to answer, she took my hand. In the school every encounter difficulties, classmates and teachers will always be like timely rain to reach out to help, so I was touched.
It's been two years since the incident, but it's still fresh in my mind because it made me realize that the love between classmates is the most precious and indispensable. Now the word "love" has become a common word in the dictionary of my life, and I love this Chinese character - love.
4. Write an essay with the word "love" in 400 wordsCaring is a kind of power, which makes the world a better place; caring is a boat, which brings people to the other side of the love; caring is a lamp, which makes the cold world become warm and bright.
The fall wind blew across my face, reminding me of an incident. It was a cool morning, I have to take the bus to go to the interest class, because the time is still early, so I do not panic at all, on the bus, accurately said to squeeze on the bus, I murmured: "so many people, fortunately, or up." I leaned against a pole and waited for the bus to start.
The bus began to move, the car vibrated with the road, I was shaken and almost squatted, just then, a seated grandfather next to me stood up, "Little friend , you come and sit down." "Me? How can I sit in your seat?" I was surprised, "No, no, no, only children can give up their seats for the elderly, can't the elderly give up their seats for the children? The one who gave up her seat to me is also a little girl of your age, come and sit down, my body bones are strong!" The old man stared at the eyes , his beard shook as he spoke, his hand pointing excitedly to the seat, I still stood still and waved my hand, "I can not ......" "Are you not going to sit down? If you don't sit down, I'm going to be angry, sit down!" The old man even dragged and pulled me to the seat, "ah? ...... Thank you." "No, people have to care for each other, oh, I'm here, goodbye!" His hands behind his back, striding out of the car door, I looked at his thin back, eyes can not help but some wet.
"People should care about each other." Yes, I want to do my best to care for everyone around me, so that the care will always be there.
5. Love is just a word essay1. In the blink of an eye, I am no longer the baby who tried to be a good boy in order to be able to eat candies, and my mother can no longer pick me up, but my mother's intimate call is still so loud, so tasteful: "Qing'er, homework is done? Qing'er, be careful on the road ...... Qing'er ...... "On the eve of the winter vacation, the school held a parent-teacher conference as usual. After the meeting, mom and the classroom teacher climbed up: "He teacher, my Qing'er was spoiled by me since childhood, you help to take care of him a little more ...... he teacher, my Qing'er ......" mom, you ah, you In front of so many people called my breast name! I secretly screamed in my heart. Sure enough, my concern is not superfluous, I clearly heard the people around me in the "snort" laugh, there are a few quietly pointing at me and said: "Qing Er - Qing Er - Qing Gege, haha ... ... ..." This is very good, even my breast name and the characters in the "Ring of Pearl Gege" associated. Mom, you've really done a lot of harm! After that day, almost all my classmates who knew me would say, "Good day, good luck!" when they saw me. Think about it, I have always been known as a man of steel, and now I am being labeled as the gentle and virtuous Qingge, how can that be good? I'm sorry, but I'm not sure how much I'm going to get out of this.
Finally vacation, my mood is also slightly better, but just off the train has not yet walked a few steps, the ear again came that familiar and loud call: "Qing Er, you're back." Qing'er again, in an instant, my joy of going home was swept away. So, regardless of whether my mother could stand it, I turned the grievances that I had suffered these days into a full of grievances, and threw them out: "Mom, I'm so old, and you're still calling me by my maiden name, causing me to be laughed at, I'm called Cheng Jianguo, remember that, humph!" After saying that, I no longer pay attention to my mom who froze behind me, and ran home at the fastest speed in my life. "Qing ...... no, no ...... Jianguo, it's time to eat." Mom was calling me, but I could hear that my name had become very raw in her mouth, and it seemed to be very tongue-twisting. Less than the end of the vacation, my mother has been able to call my big name very tastefully: "Jianguo, things packed up yet ...... Jianguo, this book you take with you or not ...... "But I heart The old is not a taste, completely did not listen to my mother called me the kind of cozy feeling of the breast name.
I stepped on the train to the school, the train started the moment, I poked my head out of the window, my mother looked at me, there are tears in my eyes, out of the mouth and shouted: "Qinger, often come home to see ......" and suddenly realized that say "Wrong", the face of an embarrassed smile, I can no longer control their feelings, vigorously dance their hands, shouting to my mother: "Mom, I'll always be your Qinger ...... "The words have just been exported, tears have been like beads dripping down.
Love, is so strange, would have been so a word, but few people really know how to write it, to express it.
2. There is a small kiosk located near my home, which is a very small and ordinary kiosk with green walls and a flat top. Every time I pass by the small book kiosk, I can always see a few small white flowers, gently swaying with the wind, that is open on the window sill of the small book kiosk machine pots of jasmine.
The only hobby is to listen to music and read books in this pavilion. Don't look at the kiosk is small, but the collection of books is very rich - newspapers, magazines, novels, stories have everything, but mixed and not chaotic. The only manager of the kiosk is an old woman who is past her prime. She sweeps the floor, wipes the chairs, takes care of the books, watering the flowers, everything in the pavilion is wrapped up, she takes care of the small pavilion, love and care as if she were treating her own child.
The other day I borrowed a book to the pavilion, I wanted to sit down and quietly read, but look around, a few benches have been filled with people, so I had to hold the book stood in the window to look. The window to send a pleasant breeze on the cheeks, the window sill jasmine bursts of fresh fragrance to the nose, the ear came Zhang Xinzhe beautiful "love on a word" song, the book of the moving plot to make me mesmerized, even if standing also do not feel the slightest bit tired.
Somehow, the arm of the book seems to have touched something, raised his eyes to see - not good, flower pots! Not waiting for me to reach out to help, only to hear the "bang" sound, a pot of jasmine a few seconds ago was intact, just so shattered. The pieces of the flowerpot also cut my back of the foot with a bloody wound.
The loud noise in the silence disturbed the people who were reading books, and they all looked up and stared at me, and the old woman also walked quickly to this side. I thought: really bad luck, not to mention the loss of money, will also be scolded. The old woman walked up to me and said, "Little girl, are you hurt?" Hearing these unexpected words, I froze. Lift up my head, her gentle gaze did not have the slightest anger, blame intention. At this time, she had an Wei I said: "child, break a pot is only, who are not careful at times well. Come on, let me see if your feet are hurt." So she was more concerned about my safety. I thought to myself, gratefully spit out a few words: "Nothing, a little pain, thank you!" She brought me a bottle of red potion and carefully applied it on my wound. She stood up and looked at me, and I felt the love in her gaze - a grandmother's love for her grandchildren. At this time, Zhe's familiar voice in my ears: "I will always protect you, regardless of the wind and rain blows, wholeheartedly."
Out of the door, looking back at the small book pavilion, where there thought the kindly old man, where there are constantly emitting fragrant jasmine flowers. Although they are ordinary people and things, but played an extraordinary song of love: "Love is a word, I only say once, you know I will only use action to show that the commitment to a lifetime, keep the insistence, pay never too late." Yes, love is a word, it can only be expressed in action. Friends, no matter when and where, please pay your love, remember: pay is never too late, because love will never disappear.
6. Essay Favorite WordSome of the redundant ones can be removed, such as: dad, mom, teacher, classmate, friend, stranger and relative.
Can be changed to: friendship, affection and love! Continued: I remember that winter last year, it was already dark, the snow fell very thick, the lingering wind whistling through the window, suddenly hit a cold war, but the head hurts, so I hid in the quilt and cried in a small voice, and suddenly my mother came in, hastily lifted my quilt, and asked me if I was sick? I was just about to answer when I was interrupted by my mom's exclamation, "Ya, why is it so hot? Quickly, let's go to the hospital." Not waiting for me to respond to come, I have been mom's cotton jacket wrapped, stable on the mother's back.
My home from the hospital has a road, but now can not hit the car, my mother had to carry me, stepping on the snow, facing the cold wind, walking in the hospital on the road, while walking and scolding me: "Let you wear more clothes, non-obedience, now well, and then disobedience to see who take you to the hospital?" I don't know when I got to the hospital in a daze, woke up, almost 12 o'clock, there is a little bit of the bottle, mom fell asleep at the bedside, I patted my mother's hand, only to find that her hand is so cold, it turned out, from home out of the too busy, mom's cotton jacket to me, she herself is only wearing a sweater.
. Suddenly, the nose is sour, eyes moist, this is not love? The great selfless love ah.
7. With the topic of love, write a composition, not less than 500 wordsLove is the world's purest and warmest . Love is infinite. Love is immortal. Everyone possesses love and everyone will grow up under the care of love. Family and friendship will also bring us unlimited joy
joy and laughter. There is a song lyric: love is a light, so wonderful. Yes, love is a flawless light, very beautiful, it also always light up our future. Let's go forward and never die.
In life, sometimes parents criticize us, but this is actually love for us. Parents are doing this for our own good. We are like a little tree. We are like a small tree that needs to be cut, watered and fertilized to grow.
In the classroom, teachers often teach us to care for others, care for others is the same as caring for themselves. Because love is the link between people, only to spread love everywhere, life will become better.
Love is also perfect, it gives us a lot of courage and confidence, so that we are full of confidence in the road of life unimpeded.
When
a person needs care, needs others to reach out to him, to give love, but no one cares about him, how painful he. Even if you are rich, successful and have an angelic face, but do not want to send care for some people who need a little help
What is the meaning of such a person to live. Even if you have the world's wealth, great achievements, flowers and moonlight, but wherever you go others to you to cast a different look, this look is not envy, praise, but cynicism,
disgust. To help people is happy, do not want to return, we need love in the world, there is love so that people no longer feel indifferent to the world, so that people do not feel lonely, *** the same pursuit, *** the same expectations, the world is full of love is the ideal world in our hearts
world.
Love, hidden in every corner of the world, depending on whether you have to find it, whether to find it to give others. Everyone needs love, let the world be full of love!
The "love" in the world is eternal, unchanging, and everlasting. All the amazing behavior, have the power of love, are created by love, no love, there is no everything. A person in the heart of others, always be able to put themselves in the shoes of
For the sake of others to think of love and dedication, then get will be the heart of the fullness of noble character, love shines. Willing to give the community to pay the truth and love of the people, is the happiest people, because happiness is always in favor of those who love life and happy
in the dedication of the good people.
Therefore, love, so that our hearts are connected; love, so that the world is no longer alone. Let you and I extend a warm hand, so that the world is full of love, so that life is full of true, good and beautiful flowers.
8. Write mother's love essay 400 words, with an exampleMother's love, is warm; mother's love, is soft; mother's love, is great ......
She nurtures our life, she walks through the wind and rain with us, and she is strong willed to carry us to survive. She is our - mother!
Our mother took care of us and herself, and she used her greatest strength to keep us permanently on land.
Although I did not know how great mother's love is before, but so far, I really have a glimpse - how great mother's love is. Mother nurtures our life, brews our growth, and takes care of us, the future flowers of our country.
"Mother," "mother," "mother," "mother," pro-call of the three voices, with the table with our cordial greetings ... ...
I remember when I was a child, once I had a high fever, you took me straight to the hospital, unexpectedly, suddenly pouring rain, you rushed to put me under the eaves, and took off your thick coat, draped over my body ...... At that time, I felt your shoulder is so wide, so warm, so reliable! I was really happy! But I am now grown up, I want to do more for my mother and be proud of her!
Mother, I want to use my actual achievements, practical action to repay you for the grace of parenting. I know that "the grace of parenting" is not finished, but in my heart, always do things for you, always honor you!
Mother's love is always great!
Mother's love is always great!