This is also a 500-word love composition.

Lead: There are all kinds of love in the world. No matter what form, love is firm and deep. The following is an essay that also loves 500 words. Welcome to read and learn from it.

This is also a love composition. There are thousands of kinds of love in Qian Qian, and my parents chose the most difficult one.

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? This is love. This is love? Whenever I hear Jason's song on the stereo in the street shop, the past always comes to mind.

At that time, I was not sensible and always took my parents' criticism as a sign that they didn't love me, so I felt very sad every time I was criticized.

It was a cloudy afternoon, the sky was gray, there was no sunshine, and there was a strong wind in the street. My mood was as gloomy as this weather, and there was no hope of failing the exam. It was supposed to be an easy way to get out of school, but this time it was so heavy.

When I got home, I didn't dare to face my parents' sharp eyes, so I quickly did my homework and hid in my cabin. Adults won't bother me when I do my homework.

When it was time to eat, I knew I couldn't escape this robbery, so I took a deep breath and prepared for the storm.

Sure enough, as soon as I went out, my parents began to talk about me, saying that I deducted a lot of points because of carelessness, which was inappropriate. As he spoke, he turned over old accounts. My eyes are wet, and the more I listen, the more impatient I am. I unconsciously replied:? Say it directly, don't digress into the past. ? Who knows that this sentence angered my mother, and she said to me loudly: Hey, what's wrong with your child? You don't even let people talk about it. The more you talk, the angrier you get. I really can't listen to this anymore. As soon as I put down my chopsticks, I went back to the house. No matter what mom says, don't go out.

The next morning, I saw my mother's eyes were red and swollen. I must have cried for a long time, and then I felt that the way I did things last night was very inappropriate. Later, my mother talked to me and told me that criticizing me was to make me correct, to correct me, and to have a deep love for me.

I just know that criticism is also a kind of love.

There are thousands of kinds of love in Qian Qian, and my parents chose the most difficult one.

This is also a kind of love. There is a kind of love called persistence, a kind of love called blessing, a kind of love called prayer, a kind of love called selflessness, a kind of love called sincerity, a kind of love called dedication, and a kind of love called strict love, for example:

Mother's nagging is also a kind of love; Dad's sternness is also a kind of love; Teacher's education is also a kind of love; The friendship of classmates is also a kind of love; The help of strangers is also a kind of love ... from the moment we were born, we were loved and spoiled. You can get anything you want. Even if we want the stars and the moon, as long as we ask, mom and dad will definitely pick them for us. In our eyes, parents love us, but although this is love, it is also harmful. So mom and dad know that this will spoil us and will not be great in the future. They will beat us and threaten us. When we are beaten by our parents, we will hate them and hate them. Actually, we misunderstood our parents. In fact, strictness is also a kind of love, but sometimes we will suffer from the pain of flesh and blood. But this may be a good thing for us. If we make a mistake and are taught a lesson by our parents, we will become much more honest than before and won't make the same mistake again. I didn't do well in the exam. I was afraid that my parents would be angry, so I hid the paper and was beaten by my parents when they found it. I believe that no one will do it again next time. And the next exam will be more than this one. Just be strict with us.

? Pet is harmful, strictness is love, and it is harmful not to fight or scold. ? This fully proves this point, so if our parents are strict with us, don't think that our parents deliberately beat and scold us. In fact, this is not an end, but a means, and we should not rebel because of this. This happened because mom and dad love us very much.

So treat mom and dad well, so say: Dad, mom, you have worked hard, and I love you forever! ? Let's take action together!

This is also a kind of love composition. Love is like water, impermanent, sometimes ice, sometimes snow, sometimes steam, sometimes frost. Although invisible and intangible, love is full of it in this world and has been expressed in different forms.

Sometimes love is direct and can be felt. Just like a story circulating on the Internet recently, an uncle Wang made one for himself so that his wife Aunt Zhuo, who had been paralyzed for many years, could go shopping downstairs? Earth elevator? . This one? Earth elevator? Although simple and ugly, it is the embodiment of Uncle Wang's love for Aunt Zhuo. From drawing, purchasing parts to assembly, it took many failures before it finally succeeded.

Sometimes love is like frost, sharpening us. A few days ago, AFC announced the slogan of China team: Feilong! Some netizens ridiculed:? Why not change it to? Friendship first, tourism second? Others think it should be changed to? Don't hit me, I'm just a bus. . . . . . ? . These words reflect the attitude of China fans towards the national football team? Hate it? . But isn't this a kind of love? As the saying goes: hate iron and not produce. It is this kind of love that can make the national football team more motivated to play football and win glory for the country!

Liu Xiang retired due to injury. People did not blame him, but tolerated him with a kind of tolerant love. It is this love that enabled him to break the record again in the Asian Games and win three consecutive championships. This is the power of love.

In our life, we will inevitably make mistakes, and after making mistakes, we will inevitably be criticized by our parents. There is a post on the Internet called "Mom hates me". This post is very common, but everyone who sees it wants to cry. It talks about our bad habits now, such as not folding quilts, not studying well, not loving cleanliness and so on. At present, most of our parents are from the 1970s. Most of them are not good at words and can't express their love for us, thus creating a generation gap. But this criticism is their love for you. They want you to succeed.

Love can be hate, tolerance or parents' criticism of themselves. It is like the spring breeze, which makes the ashes grow green grass again; It is like a drop of water, which can moisten a dry heart; It is like a lighthouse, which can guide us to success.

This is also a kind of love. Is this also a kind of love? I doubt it in my heart. But this kind of love, there is no hero or heroine, no two close friends, and no one else. Is this a kind of love? This kind of feeling, just want to approach gently, greet quietly, and don't want to break this silence.

This is also a kind of love, common sense tells me. In that dreamland, there was the sound of flowing water through the ages. This kind of sound is the crisp sound of Iraqi ships crossing the water, with a unique sound and beautiful melody, without a trace of carving. Clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved.

This is also a kind of love, and reality is telling me. Every time I sneak up on her, the fragrance of calligraphy comes to my nose. Even if I wait another thousand years, my face will still be black and yellow, but the book will always haunt me. This fragrance makes people sniff out the beauty of life in purity.

This is also a kind of love, I'm telling me. The Millennium bell is still ringing in my ears. Confucius said she? Joy without lewdness, sorrow without injury. ? I'm talking about her now. I fell in love with her, like a pilgrimage, not for any reason, but for the voice in my heart.

The book of songs, in thousands of years, I am just an insignificant reader of her. But I am still willing to fall under it and explain the words of life with simple and lively poems. This is also a kind of love, I no longer doubt it. Fu Na, Nabi and Naxing are so wonderful in poetry.

The wind is always there, together. Sometimes I squeeze out a tear in horror, swaying like a flower.

This is also a kind of love, another kind of love. Deliberately expressed or deliberately romantic.

I am the hero and she is the heroine.

We are close friends. I no longer doubt it.

The Book of Songs says that it is unusual to love you.

But this is also a kind of love, can you deny it?

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