Books and schoolbags essay about parents’ love

1. Primary school students’ composition

Childhood, whether sweet or bitter, is indelible and unforgettable in everyone’s memory.

In 1975, I was born into an ordinary peasant family in northwest Shandong. In my childhood memories, what impressed me most was going to school.

In 1982, I reached school age. I remember that on the first day of school, my mother urged me to get up early, put on a new set of clothes for me, and put a brand new cloth schoolbag on my shoulders, "My child, when you get to school, you must listen to the teacher and study hard. When you grow up, you will be a literate person..." My mother told me repeatedly while tidying up my clothes lovingly.

I nodded vigorously, patted my schoolbag and said confidently to my mother: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely study hard." At that moment, my heart was full of excitement and joy.

I know that in order to make a schoolbag for me, my mother took out the piece of fabric she had been pressing at the bottom of the box. The school supplies at that time were also very simple. There were only two exercise books, a thin iron pencil case, and the pencil case contained a pencil, an eraser and a knife. It was such a simple schoolbag and stationery that accompanied me throughout my life. Five years of study.

Until something happened later, I got a new school bag. That year, a child who returned from the city with his parents brought back a canvas schoolbag.

That schoolbag is divided into two layers, one for books and one for stationery. This beautiful and fashionable schoolbag made us rural children greedy. At that time, having such a schoolbag became a my strongest wish. The day finally came. In the autumn of 1987, my family had a good harvest of cotton. After deducting various expenses, there was still a considerable savings. My parents were overjoyed and planned to go to the county to buy a few more items. furniture, and by the way, buy some things for us brothers.

When I hesitantly asked for a schoolbag, my parents readily agreed. That day, my parents bought three beautiful schoolbags from the county town at once, one for each of our three brothers.

At that time, the scene of us three brothers carrying new school bags to school formed a beautiful scenery in the village. Of course, the pride in our hearts was not to mention. Time flies. With the gradual deepening of reform and opening up, and under the guidance of the party's policy of enriching the people, the cause of "agriculture, rural areas and farmers" has also made great progress. Looking at the current rural areas, it can be said that they are changing with each passing day. Farmers have money in their hands. Material life has improved, and cultural and educational undertakings have also developed vigorously. Just like in the city, kindergartens are now opened in rural areas, and the "wild children" of the past can no longer be seen on the streets.

The sound of reading aloud came from the spacious and bright classroom, and the children's faces were filled with happy smiles. Watching the children after school walking out of the campus neatly and orderly carrying all kinds of beautiful and fashionable schoolbags, I was filled with emotion.

There is a beautiful house in Schoolbag Village. There are a group of happy little guys living inside.

There are pencil cases, Chinese books, math books, homework books... One day, these little residents of Shubao Village started talking. The Chinese language book said: "My master is so naughty.

Look! My body is all dirty with his paintings. Wuwu... I am so miserable!" "Hey! You Don't be sad.

I'm worse off than you are!" The math book said, "Look, he didn't use his brain. I got all the math questions wrong. The teacher made so many red crosses. Woohoo! It's so ugly." "Hey! Everyone else's notebooks are clean, but what about me?"

The homework book said angrily. After hearing everyone's complaints, the pencil case said: "Stop complaining, let's quickly plan how to help the little master!" Everyone paid attention and thought of a good way.

At night, the little master went to sleep. The residents of Shubao Village quietly fled from the village and everyone hid.

It was daybreak and the little master was going to school. He suddenly found that everything in his schoolbag was missing. There was only one note left: "Do you still love us?" Only then did he realize that he had done something wrong.

He solemnly admitted his mistake, and everyone forgave him. From then on, there were no complaints in Schoolbag Village. (Original dictionary address for this content: /zuowen-105020). 2. A 600-word essay on love in a schoolbag

Love is everywhere. In life, the love of relatives; in school, the care of teachers and the friendship of classmates. These love are warm and unforgettable. .There is a kind of love that is packed in my schoolbag and carried on my back together with the books. It is heavy and has accompanied me through the six wonderful years of primary school.

From the first grade of primary school, every time I arrive at a new school During the semester, my mother has to buy me a new schoolbag, including a canvas bag with cartoon patterns and a sports bag that can be used for traveling and mountain climbing. As I get older, the schoolbags become thicker and the books become thicker, but the only thing What remains unchanged is the nutritious breakfast made with love by my mother.

Since I have been fond of sports since I was a child and have to participate in school track and field training every morning, I can only bring breakfast to school. At 6 o'clock in the morning, My mother got up and prepared breakfast for me. Sometimes it was two slices of bread stuffed with jam, walnuts, and raisins, and sometimes it was a homemade "hamburger" with sesame seeds, beef and vegetables, plus a box of warm milk and boiled eggs. It was rich and delicious. Nutrition. My mother always carefully packs them into an insulated lunch box, wraps them tightly in a towel, and puts them in a schoolbag. Even in the cold winter, this nutritious breakfast is hot and fragrant. Every time after training, I feel like flying I ran back to the classroom to savor this love.

No matter it is a hot summer or a cold winter, whenever I am exhausted or even want to give up, I just need to touch the bulging schoolbag. I feel a kind of warmth and strength. It is this silent love that enabled me to achieve excellent results in the district games and city games.

Now, I have entered the gate of junior high school. I will definitely work hard on my future studies, because there is a kind of love that is always with me, cheering me on, and cheering for me. 3. An essay about the love of my parents of about 500 words

The love of my parents

"Only mother is good in the world." This lyric has been sung for decades. It accompanies each lovely child to grow up healthy and strong. It reflects a mother's love for her children. In fact, not only mothers, but also fathers are like this. Each of us loves our parents, especially when the situation is critical, it can better reflect the love of your parents for you. I also have parents like this, and the love they give me is boundless.

I remember one time, I caught a cold due to the unpredictable weather. I had a high fever all the time. My body temperature was as high as about 41 degrees. Taking antipyretics did not help. My body temperature never came down. My parents were anxious and helpless. They wanted to take me to the hospital for medical treatment, but I had to go to class and they were afraid of delaying my study. So, my father hurriedly went to each class teacher to call to ask for leave for me. I wanted to take me to the hospital, but I thought the hospital was very crowded and I had to wait in line for a long time before I could wear a saline belt. What should I do? So, my father took me to a private outpatient clinic. There were a lot of people in this outpatient clinic. Finally it was my turn. I wanted to take an injection in my vagina to reduce the fever. It was very painful. My father encouraged me: "You need to do it." Learn to be strong.” After hearing this, it really didn’t hurt that much anymore. When I was getting salt water, my father couldn't stay with me all the time. He had to go to work. My mother kept sitting next to me, giving me water for a while, and fanning me for a while. When I was hungry alone, she would buy me something to eat. When my hands hurt, she would tell me jokes. Her jokes made me forget the pain. Thanks to the careful care of my parents, my illness will soon be cured.

In fact, parents' love is sometimes not necessarily reflected in gentleness, but in severity. That's how my parents were.

Once, my parents and I went to a shopping mall. I remember it was a holiday and there were many people in the store and it was packed.

My mother and I were holding hands, but my attention was attracted by a small toy there. I couldn't help but let go of my mother's hand and walked towards the place where the toys were sold. When I finished playing with the toys, I took my mother's hand. Only then did I realize that I was surrounded by strangers. I was so scared that I cried. Not only after a while, I suddenly saw my parents, but it was not what I imagined. Instead of comforting me softly, they cursed me: "Why didn't you lose it earlier?" When I heard this, Crying harder than before.

Parents love us so much, and we must appreciate them. Sometimes, we don’t feel the love from our parents. In fact, their love is unspoken. 4. Indicate the author of the composition or book expressing maternal love

It makes the relationship between people full of touching and warmth. Tears filled my eyes and I fell asleep unknowingly. It’s mom, I apologize to you. Suddenly, a figure walked past my bed, and I wondered: "Who could it be at night?" Because my mother didn't buy me a schoolbag: Mom, I love you.

One day after school, I returned home. The next morning, love was a ray of sunshine, warming the longing heart in the cold; some people said: "What happened yesterday was my fault, I'm sorry." Mom, today; someone said! "I will think of what happened yesterday: "I will take you to buy a schoolbag today. "

Maternal love is selfless: "Mom, someone said that love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward in the darkness. But after a quarrel with her, love is an interlocking chain. I love you; some people say that love can create miracles; I say it! Love can also be a word of love. I should not refuse to buy you a schoolbag. "I suddenly shouted?" My mother said to me in a very kind tone. She was only wearing a thin dress and a pair of thin pants. I was so sad that I sat on the bed for a long time. I want to tell you that my mother woke me up very early. I asked my mother in confusion: "Why did you wake me up so early? This fight lasted for half an hour. The whole building could almost hear the quarrel between my mother and I." I looked at the door quietly out of curiosity. I didn't even eat at night because of this incident. At night, I couldn't sleep, so I apologized to my mother. "My mother smiled calmly and replied as if nothing had happened: "It's my fault, I love you - Mom 5. Write an essay on my schoolbag, which contains maternal love

You said that I was the child you loved forever, and you quietly cared for my growth with your tenderness as delicate as silk and as warm as water.

——Title: Sadness and Warmth You said that I was a somewhat unpredictable child, docile, well-behaved, happy, sad, naughty... even a little timid, but very lively. You don't understand why so many contradictory personalities are concentrated in me.

But you can see through my mind at a glance and give me the warmest protection. You know better than anyone that I am a person who refuses to admit defeat, but my unwillingness to admit defeat and my timid character sometimes make me miss opportunities to express myself.

It makes me sometimes feel a little unconfident and a little silently pessimistic. Whenever I sigh, you will comfort and encourage me with some heartache: "Don't be discouraged, Yuxuan, how can such a great child have low self-esteem! Work hard and use more efforts to prove yourself! Just work harder , you will succeed.

Yuxuan, mom believes in you. "Why do you say such a simple thing that has been repeated N times?

I think it was probably at that moment that your firm eyes influenced me! Otherwise, how could I find these words so delicate and moving? Huan·Mingran, as you know, I am also a relatively excitable child. When I'm happy, I sometimes want my whole family to share my joy.

But at this time you are like a "fire extinguisher", allowing me to calm down quickly.

Whenever I get carried away with joy because of a successful leap or a huge harvest, you will always look at me meaningfully, smile lightly and say: "Are you so happy?" I will immediately understand from you. I can read the subtext you want to tell me in your smiling eyes, curb those frivolous things, learn to grow in calmness, and follow your own growth path that is not surprised by changes.

Li·Concern is probably because I am a little heartless. Although I am always clinging to you and relying on you at home, I still like to be alone. I go shopping alone, leave home alone, and go for a walk in the park alone.

I still remember that time, when I first entered junior high school and had to undergo seven days of military training. I was a boarding student. I had never left home alone for a week without returning. After I packed up my personal belongings in the dormitory, I stood at the door, smiling and waving to you.

Your smile is obviously very real, but why does it make people feel sad? I walked back and looked back inadvertently, only to see your figure frozen in the aisle at the door of the dormitory, tears hanging on your smiling face, and the concern in your eyes as thick as a mist that cannot be dissolved. I feel a little sad: Why are you so stupid? How could you laugh so hard that you cry? It's just a seven-day journey, so why is it so tragic that it feels like parting ways between life and death? Just like that, while I feel sorry for you, I lie on the bed and cry miserably.

It’s all your fault for making me cry. Well, after a week, let that caring warmth turn into happy relief! Hey, I understand that at that time, I knew almost nothing except making a bed in Green Camp. I often dyed clothes in other colors when doing laundry, making the lockers messy and the sheets rumpled. , life is not like a piece of tofu at all.

At that time, I silently shouted "Mom" in my heart, but every time you were not by my side, I learned to be strong through tears and learned to do things without you. Just as good. Now, when I fold the quilt as neatly as you do, and when my clothes are washed clean and tidy, I realize that you actually helped me learn to be independent early.

You have watched me grow step by step, from child to teenager, from joy to sorrow. Dear mother, I am very happy that my growth can have such a beautiful embellishment.

Then, let me hold your hand and walk step by step towards the future I build. 6. An essay on "Parents' Love"

Many times, parents' love is like the birds flying across the sky - they come often without leaving any trace.

It was a dark evening, and there was a strong wind outside the window. After cleaning the classroom, I started packing my schoolbag and getting ready to go home. "Crack--", a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the heavy rain came. I screamed in my heart, threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. As soon as I reached the school gate, two familiar figures flashed in Eyes are dad and mom, but both of them only have one umbrella in their hands. Mom smiled and said to me: "Your dad and I came directly from the office, so we didn't bring any umbrellas. Let's take one together." "No, it's raining too hard. If we take one together, both of us will get wet. I'll give Shihao this umbrella," Dad said hurriedly, holding out the umbrella. "Dad and I will have a fight." As I said that, I jumped under my dad's umbrella. My dad held the umbrella in one hand and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other. The three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the mist. I felt so happy at that moment. So happy.

In the haziness, one picture after another suddenly flashed in my mind: I remembered that I forgot to take away my homework because I was in a hurry to go to school. When my father found out, he ran and sent it to the classroom for me. ; I remembered the time when I forgot to go home because of playing basketball, and my mother was busy looking for me; I remembered the urgent voice on the phone when I called my father who was on a business trip: "The fuse is on the balcony. When putting on the fuse in the box, be sure to pull off the knife first." I remembered my mother's advice before leaving home every time I faced an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many past events came to me in an instant. It made me burst into tears.

Parental love is like the touch condensed by the fragrance of lilies, slowly gathering together and no longer drifting away. I think there may be no one in the world who would say they don’t love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents’ love? Perhaps far from it.

In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and you will never get tired no matter how far you go. So I will never forget my father’s eager words when he took the draft of my composition: “Revise it, and then you can copy it.” "I will never forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

Writing this, I couldn’t help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hands and did not dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have the holy things that "God" spreads to the world.

Parental love

There are many kinds of love, and they represent different meanings. There is the love between parents for their children, which is selfless; the love between friends, which is Pure; our love for the poor is sincere... But I think the most unforgettable thing is the love of parents for their children. My parents love me like that, which makes me deeply moved.

The most unforgettable thing is my mother’s love for me. One morning, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel as if summer had arrived, so I went to school wearing only a short shirt. My mother said to me: "Lingling, it's not normal for it to be so hot today. It may get colder in a while. You'd better wear more clothes to go to school! You can also put your long coat in your schoolbag and take it with you to school. Tianyi Put on your long clothes when it’s cold.” I refused to listen to my mother and left stubbornly.

However, something unexpected happened. At noon, the sky turned dark, strong winds blew, and it started to rain heavily. The temperature dropped significantly. I wore less clothes and felt cold. My whole body didn't obey my command, and I kept shivering. I had to hide in a corner of the classroom, huddled with a few classmates. At this time, a familiar figure walked outside the classroom. Through the glass window, I saw that the person coming was my mother. With a bag of clothes under her arm, she hurried towards the classroom door. I immediately went up to her and called "Mom" excitedly. Mom quickly put the clothes on me. At this time, I saw that my mother's pants were completely soaked, as if she had just walked out of the river. I asked my mother: "You are at work, how can you come out to give me clothes?" My mother said: "It's cold and you wear so few clothes. If you don't give me clothes, you will get sick. I asked my boss for an hour's leave, and now I have to rush back to work and try to make up for the work I missed during my leave."

Looking at my mother's retreating back, the image of a tall mother emerged in my heart - great maternal love.

My father’s love for me is so selfless. When I was a child, I slept alone in a room for a long time. However, my sleeping habits are very wrong. The quilt will fall to the ground before midnight, and I don't even know it. If the quilt falls off, I will catch a cold. After my father found out, he would get up twice a day in the middle of the night to help me cover myself with quilt. Especially in winter, my father would come out of the hot quilt and put on only a cotton coat and come over to cover me with quilt. A few times, I happened to wake up and saw my father covering me with a quilt while shivering from the cold. After a night, Dad looked listless when he woke up in the morning. Sometimes, he catches a cold. But my father said: "It doesn't matter if adults catch a cold. They will be fine after taking a little medicine. It's bad if a child catches a cold. It's better for you to let me catch a cold." You see, this is how my father treats me.

Mom and Dad are so kind to me, I must repay my parents! 7. An essay about parents’ love

Title: Parents’ love in 400 words

Parents’ love is the continuous spring rain, the sweet spring water, the home that the four seasons reincarnate, and the The annual rings blown by wind and rain.

Parents' love is a book that requires you to open your heart and understand it seriously.

One night, I hit my head on the table, and I didn’t know what happened. But my mother and father were like ants on a hot pot. I was exhausted and couldn’t stop. I vomited once, and my mother quickly called my third aunt. After receiving the news, my third aunt said: "Hurry to the hospital without delay." My father quickly asked me to go to the hospital. He quickly carried me on his back, and I flew as fast as I could. I ran to the hospital, my father's back was like a cradle, and I fell asleep without knowing it.

When I woke up, I was already lying on the CT machine, and I saw my father standing next to me anxiously. After a while, the CT was finished, and my father carried me on his back and walked to the doctor. The doctor said: "It doesn't look like there's anything wrong from the film. The doctor asked me to sleep on the bed again. The doctor looked at my feet for a while and pulled my hand for a while. The doctor said: "It was just a slight shock. I can't shake my head. I can't drink water now. I need to observe it for a while when I eat." , it’ll be fine if you don’t vomit.” Then my father’s heavy heart finally relaxed.

Ah! I want to say to my parents: "Thank you!"

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Article 8. An essay about parents' love

Silent love

Life ends with the disappearance of the body, so missing becomes a way of memorializing. Among the countless fragments, I picked up some fragments and pieced them together into a person.

My father's health has always been poor, so I have lived at my grandma's house since I was a child. When I was 7 years old, because of my mother’s work, I returned home—a completely unfamiliar home. My father had a bad temper, and my mother tolerated everything, but I never saw a smile on his face, as if he was truly the patriarch of the family.

He stipulated that meals must be served before six o'clock every night. One time, my mother started dinner late because she was cooking fish, so my father sat on the chair of the Grand Master without saying a word. The slightly fat body is like a big rusty kettle, which can boil as soon as it is heated. I didn't dare to get close, fearing that it would explode. It seemed that as soon as the gate-like mouth was opened, angry words would flow out like a tide.

So, I followed the rules every day and did not dare to make any fouls. One day, I missed my shift by car, and it was already half past six when I got home. I hesitated, never dared to go in, and lingered in front of my house. My father dragged his sick body to open the door and looked around, and found me at the door. I turned around and wanted to run away, but before I could, I felt my shoulders loosen and my schoolbag had been taken off. Could it be that he was going to hit me? I didn't dare to think about it, but my father just patted my head and took me in. "Are you hungry?" Seeing me nodding, he kept adding vegetables to my bowl.

As my studies intensified, I came home later and later, and that rule gradually became in name only. However, my father would still sit on the Taishi chair, shaking his kettle-like head back and forth. His body was waiting for my mother and I to come back for dinner.

Day after day, year after year, finally one day the figure on the Taishi chair disappeared... But my mother would still prepare dinner before six o'clock, and then wait for me to come home.

Whenever night falls, I seem to hear his roar again in my ears, and feel a bad-tempered and stubborn father smiling. I know that there is a sentence that he has buried deeply in his heart, but has never been able to say it out of his mouth: "Child, I love you!" 9. How to write an essay about parents' love for their children, 500 words

There are many kinds of love, and they represent different meanings. There is the love between parents for their children, which is selfless; the love between friends, which is pure; and our love for the poor, which is sincere. ’s... But what I think is most unforgettable is the love of parents for their children. My parents love me so much that I am deeply moved.

The most unforgettable thing is my mother’s love for me. One morning, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel as if summer had arrived, so I went to school wearing only a short shirt. My mother said to me: "Lingling, it's not normal for it to be so hot today. It may get colder in a while. You'd better wear more clothes to go to school! You can also put your long coat in your schoolbag and take it with you to school. Tianyi Put on your long clothes when it’s cold.” I refused to listen to my mother and left stubbornly.

However, something unexpected happened. At noon, the sky turned dark, strong winds blew, and it started to rain heavily. The temperature dropped significantly. I wore less clothes and felt cold. My whole body didn't obey my command, and I kept shivering. I had to hide in a corner of the classroom, huddled with a few classmates. At this time, a familiar figure walked outside the classroom. Through the glass window, I saw that the person coming was my mother.

I know that we should be grateful: grateful for the gifts that nature has given us, the blue sky and white clouds, lakes and seas, warm sunshine, fresh air, flowers and green grass, and the colorful world. There are so many things we are grateful for. Only gratitude and gratitude can make us feel loved, complain less, be more satisfied, and make our lives better. 10. Essay on the love of parents

The love of parents

It was a dark evening and the wind was blowing outside the window. After cleaning the classroom, I started to pack my schoolbag and prepared to go home. . "Crack--", a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the heavy rain came. I screamed in my heart, threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. As soon as I reached the school gate, two familiar figures flashed in Eyes are dad and mom, but both of them only have one umbrella in their hands. Mom smiled and said to me: "Your dad and I came directly from the office, so we didn't bring any umbrellas. Let's take one together." "No, it's raining too hard. If we take one together, both of us will get wet. I'll give Shihao this umbrella," Dad said hurriedly, holding out the umbrella. "Dad and I will have a fight." As I said that, I jumped under my dad's umbrella. My dad held the umbrella in one hand and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other. The three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the mist. I felt so happy at that moment. So happy.

In the haziness, one picture after another suddenly flashed in my mind: I remembered that I forgot to take away my homework because I was in a hurry to go to school. When my father found out, he ran and sent it to the classroom for me. ; I remembered the time when I forgot to go home because of playing basketball, and my mother was busy looking for me; I remembered the urgent voice on the phone when I called my father who was on a business trip: "The fuse is on the balcony. When putting on the fuse in the box, be sure to pull off the knife first." I remembered my mother's advice before leaving home every time I faced an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many past events came to me in an instant. It made me burst into tears.

Parental love is like the touch condensed by the fragrance of lilies, slowly gathering together and no longer drifting away. I think there may be no one in the world who would say they don’t love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents’ love? Perhaps far from it. In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and you will never get tired no matter how far you go. So I will never forget my father’s eager words when he took the draft of my composition: “Revise it, and then you can copy it.” "I will never forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

Writing this, I couldn’t help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hands and did not dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have the holy things that "God" spreads to the world.