The story of love

A story about love 1 One day in March, it was not very warm and it felt a little cold. Sometimes when the wind blows, it's a little shaky. You can feel it when you put on a sweater. Leng Yun fills the sky, which makes people feel depressed. On the bus, it reminds me of one thing.

That day, also on the bus, the weather was warm and people just wore a thin dress. There are many people on the bus, and many people push each other. A middle-aged man may have got on the bus long ago. He can't seem to hear other noisy voices. He sat leisurely in his seat, reading a novel. After a while, a pregnant woman came over. She had to stand when she saw that there were no seats on the bus. After standing for a while, she looked a little uncomfortable. However, it seems that no one cares about her and no one gives up her seat. At this time, the broadcast on the bus sounded, and the broadcast said: "It is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation to respect the old and love the young. Please take the initiative to give your seat to the old, weak, sick, disabled, baby-sitting and pregnant women. " The middle-aged man who was fascinated by the short story just now seems to have survived on the radio. However, he looked at his novel and was attracted again. Just when I want it? When pregnant women give up their seats. It seems that someone stood up and said to the pregnant woman, "Madam, please sit down." The pregnant woman showed gratitude in her eyes and said politely, "Thank you." Look back. It was the middle-aged man who was fascinated by the novel just now.

He stood and looked at his novel again, lost in thought.

Thinking, thinking, a bird flew by the window, singing a cheerful and beautiful melody, as if praising the middle-aged man. If everyone is like him, the world will be a better place!

There are many kinds of love, such as parents' love, classmates' love and society's love. ...

Let's talk about the love of parents first! One night, I had a high fever and it was raining cats and dogs. My mother braved the heavy rain to take me to the hospital. Her clothes were wet, but I was safe, because she protected me from the wind and rain. I lay in her arms and thought: How did the hospital suddenly become so far away? ...

What is the love of classmates? Once, physical education class was jogging, and I was stirred by a classmate. Students immediately gathered around me, and everyone eagerly asked me, "Xu Yinuo, are you all right?" "Do you want to go to the infirmary?" "Let me help you!" ..... Everyone is scrambling to care for me and help me, and I am so moved that I don't know what to do. Although it is only such a small move between classmates, I feel the love between classmates.

And love at school. Once, a classmate in our school got leukemia. Seeing that this flower of life is about to wither, the school held a donation activity, which almost covered her medical expenses and made this flower of life bloom again.

More is love for society. In summer, many college entrance examination students failed because of time. This time, many taxi drivers provided free shuttle service for college entrance examination students and launched "one-on-one" activities, so more people were admitted to good schools this time than last year.

There is a lot of love that I can never say. I believe that as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become better!

The third story about love, "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world …", this familiar and beautiful melody often rings in my ears. Love is everywhere. There are many kinds of love in the world-fatherly love, maternal love and friendly love ... all of which show a touching story. In my memory, there are countless love stories.

I remember when I was six years old, on the night of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, my parents and I were immersed in the joy of the coming Spring Festival, and we were going back to our hometown for the Spring Festival tomorrow. Suddenly, my stomach ached badly, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on my forehead. My mouth repeats over and over again: "pain … pain …!" " "Mom and dad are in a hurry. I picked it up and ran to the county hospital. I don't even have time to put on my coat. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me a comprehensive examination, then called my dad aside and whispered, "ECG shows that I suspect your daughter has congenital heart disease." If you want to be diagnosed, go to Zhangzhou for further examination. " Dad was scared out in a cold sweat by this sentence, and mom was scared out of her wits.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so I can't go to Cangzhou for inspection tomorrow. In addition, it is impossible for hospital experts to be on duty these days during the Spring Festival. So I took some painkillers from the county hospital and went home. My mother cried all night. She looks so fragile, helpless and fragile. My father took care of me with a frown while pretending to comfort my mother easily. After such a big accident, mom and dad were not in the mood to go home for the New Year, and our family of three stayed in this tense and depressing atmosphere until the third day of the first month. Although it is only a few days, my parents suddenly seem to be several years older. They cook me all kinds of delicious food to make me happy, but they can't eat anything by themselves. They just look at me and observe my changes every day.

In the early morning of the third day of the first month, my parents took me to Cangzhou, and the result was a false alarm. Experts say I just have a cold.

Although several years have passed, she is engraved in my memory, which makes me deeply realize the greatness of fatherly love and maternal love.

Story 4 about love: Walking on a path covered with fallen leaves, I was fascinated by my grandmother's fluttering silver thread. Memories of every moment with my grandmother reflect my grandmother's concern for me and my concern for her. ......

It was a quiet morning, and I looked at my sleeping grandmother, not only worried: what should I do for breakfast? Mom gives grandma money, and I can't wake her up, which will affect her sleep ... Oh, by the way, don't I have pocket money? Thinking of this, I got up early and bought the most nutritious breakfast.

I smelled the smell of noodles as soon as I entered the room. It turned out that grandma got up early and cooked delicious noodles for me.

On that quiet morning, accompanied by the fragrance of noodles and the strong taste of love.

The Story of Love 5 I recently read The Story of Mother's Love and was deeply inspired. What is maternal love? Motherly love is silent and invisible care and careful care. No, The Story of Mother's Love tells one touching story after another.

Among them, the story that inspired me the most was that a girl's father died, and since then. Mother is unhappy and always beats the little girl. The little girl hates her mother deeply. As a result, she often cuts her mother's flower clothes when she has nothing to do. She is determined to leave her mother and no longer live with her. ...

After reading this story, I think the little girl's behavior is very bad. Her mother raised her for so many years that she didn't even say thank you to the doctor. If your friends seldom give you a meal, you will be very grateful. Do you think that mom has raised us for so many years, are you grateful? No, because you will take it for granted.

Then you are wrong. She did it only because you were her child, and she did it only because you were her bone.

There is a story like this: a boy's mother is crazy. He hated his mother since he was a child and never called her mother. Later, his mother's love deeply touched him: because once he was bullied by his peers, his mother was desperate to help him.

You see, maternal love is not great!

Story about love 6 Life is a flower, and love is the honey in the flower. Because, with love, life will be beautiful. Love is all around us. There are many kinds of love. Some parents gave their sons, wives gave their husbands, and some teachers became disabled or sacrificed to save students. These broad love and selfless love have always been around us, infecting our hearts and making our hearts beautiful. Next, let's hear an earth-shattering story!

When China experienced the Sichuan earthquake, many people put a table on the street. Let people donate money. At this time, a white-haired beggar was holding a broken bowl with bits and pieces of money he begged, and then he knew about the Sichuan earthquake. Run to the bank immediately, and the security guard thinks he is too dirty for fear of causing confusion. So the security guard wouldn't let him in, but he begged grandpa to let him in. The security guard patiently advised him not to go in, although he begged the old man to swear that it would not cause chaos. A young security guard can't stand it anymore. He said to the beggar, "You beggar, will you go?" Don't think I dare not hit you! "Say that finish, hand touched the baton. But the beggar's foot seems to have been nailed, and he never leaves. It turns out that begging for the elderly has long been determined by the weight of the tortoise. Finally, the security guard couldn't dig him, so he had no choice but to let him in. He forgot his fatigue and happily ran to the counter and changed a hundred-dollar bill. Then he ran to the donation office and threw it in. He smiled so sweetly. He left full of joy.

Love can create miracles, and love is selfless. Now, please act, the people of Sichuan need your loving hand! Because, with your love, the world will become more wonderful, because, with your love, people in Sichuan will no longer cry, thinking that with your love, the world will definitely become better because of love!

what is love ? Love is something you don't say, but feel with your heart. Many of our relatives and friends sometimes ask, do you love your father or your mother? What will you say when you hear this question? Come and listen to my story about love!

"Well, it tastes terrible! Jiajia, bring me a candy quickly! It's killing me. " I brought my mother a white rabbit toffee from the living room at a very fast speed, ah! The floor is so cold, my ass hurts, hee hee, I fell, and suddenly there came from the kitchen, "Bitch, slow down!" " I touched my ass and took the white rabbit toffee to the kitchen for my mother to eat. "I won't drink Chinese medicine next time. I drank the bitterness of eight generations, so bitter. " Mother said with a flame on her back. "I tell you, as long as you are healthy, this is more important than anything else." When my mother finished, I nodded my head very sensibly.

Bang, my father came back with a pitcher in his hand. I said strangely, "Dad, what is this thing you brought?"

"It's sand irrigation"

"What is it for?"

"It's specially for your mother."

Mom saw it and said, "Why did you buy this?" Dad said with concern, "You drink medicine all day and burn it with steel aluminum pot. I'll buy you a sand irrigation." Mom said, "This doesn't work well. It will rot if burned." Mom waved and stamped her feet, but fortunately she didn't stamp to the first floor. Finally, my father and I persuaded my mother to use sand irrigation.

But my mother used small sand to boil medicine, and my mother's stomach trouble finally got better. This is the power of love.

A story about love. Do you know what love is? I'll tell you a little story and you'll know.

One night, my stomach was sore and bloated. I wanted to tell my mother at first, but as soon as I raised my hand and thought that my mother had finally gone to bed early, I didn't want to wake her up. After a while, I still felt uncomfortable and couldn't help throwing up. "Mom, I want to throw up." Mom woke up and saw me throw up, so she kept patting me on the back. After I vomited, my mother poured me a cup of hot water. I feel much more comfortable after drinking water. Then my mother wore a thin pajamas and hurried to the study to find medicine and a thermometer for me.

The next morning, grandma got up and cooked me delicious and digestible food, because grandma knew I was ill last night.

Love is warmth, love is concern, love is the true feelings of the world, and love is the happiness of a family!

Stories about love 9 When you turn on TV news and open newspapers and magazines, you will often find many shocking social events, such as; Recent traffic accidents, jewel theft, bullying, children killing their parents, and serious traffic accidents caused by drunk driving. We should not only find the spirit of love, gratitude, tolerance and humility, but also warm and touch people's hearts by advocating "love" by the whole people, and transform a violent and utilitarian society into a peaceful and selfless atmosphere.

As the saying goes: "people who love others will always love others;" People who respect others will always respect others. "This sentence reminds us to respect and love others, and others will respect us. There is a love story around me. There is an old couple in our alley. Grandma is too ill to walk. Grandpa washes her body every day and takes care of her in every possible way. That kind of affectionate love is really touching and admirable.

The old couple, grandpa is old, but he has been with grandma. Grandpa's behavior is worth learning and imitating by young people. Einstein once said: "A person's value does not depend on his appearance." Hugo added: "Without inner beauty, any external beauty is incomplete." Grandparents don't dislike each other because of their beauty and ugliness, but they are more considerate and supportive of each other. Dickens added: "Nothing can replace unreserved, passionate and sincere feelings." Only through love and gratitude to each other, the most beautiful flower is selfless heart.

This love story is a personal story around me. I think the power of love is selfless dedication and gratitude to each other. Regardless of reason, custom, honor and disgrace, it can turn all fears, shocks and pains into sweetness in the suffering people. Love can dissolve violence, gratitude can dissolve pride; Selflessness can dissolve selfishness, and humility can dissolve arrogance. This is the feeling of the kind couple I saw from it. The story of love makes me experience life from different angles and understand what love is. What should love do? Love should move people's hearts, love should start from itself, love should influence others and change society. It turns out that happiness is around us, so we should always cherish and know happiness and cherish everything at this moment, don't you think?

Love story 10 A prospecting team went to Gobi. Due to an accident, a pair of young people who have a crush on each other lost their way and lost contact with the team. They just have a crush on each other and have never expressed any affection. They only caught a flash of shyness and love from their eyes.

The lost young people help and encourage each other. Continue to walk on the Gobi. But until the third day, their eyes were still in the Gobi desert.

The sun scorched them. Test their endurance and endurance. Death is approaching them step by step. They seem to see him smiling at them coldly.

In the evening, the woman sprained her foot when she passed a stone road. Don't move a step Extremely tired men can't carry her, and women don't agree with this. Because then they will all die. Finally, they agreed that the man would move on, seek help, and then come back to save the woman.

Men put up tents for women. They check each other's dry food and keep it for two days at most. Where is your water? The woman asked. The man handed the kettle to the woman and felt that there was half a pot of water in it. A man is also called a kettle for weighing a woman. It's also a small pot.

At this moment, they still haven't expressed their feelings. They understand that turning around at this time may become a permanent tactic. They don't want the surviving half to spend their whole lives thinking about someone who has already passed away.

That man is missing.

He marked every walk as his only contact with women. At first people walked, and then they crawled. Later ..... At the moment of losing consciousness, he thought: How long can the water in a woman's pot last?

When he woke up, he found himself in a rescue tent. He twisted his neck hard and saw her breathing evenly. He fell asleep happily.

At this time, men and women are like two fruitful fruits because of extreme water shortage.

But rescuers want to know why they didn't take a sip of water from the kettle when their bodies reached the limit.

Someone unscrewed the kettle and there was not a drop of water. Two kettles poured out sparkling sand. ......

Dear friend,

Are you moved? Did you cry?

There is always a person in our life who keeps half a pot of water for you. They are your parents and your other half. You may not feel their love in daily trifles. In fact, they made love concrete. Specific to cooking a meal for you, holding a glass of water, a caring look and a real reminder.

Don't ignore their love, don't ignore the people around you who love you, and don't forget the days when you helped each other.

In our life, there is always an unspeakable love. They care about you every day, but they can't say it. They interpret love in the form of lies.

In the vicissitudes of life, who will accompany you from youth to frost-dyed white hair? Who mended the years and passed them with you?

Love is not necessarily an embellishment of language, nor is it necessarily a generous payment. Only those who can help you at the turning point of fate are those who save half a pot of water for you with their lives.

Please cherish the people around you. Their love may be half a pot of sand. But they will use your life to keep half a pot of water. Their water may become a drop, a drop ... but you should know that they are the water of your life, the fountain of the desert.

The story about love 1 1 How time flies. In a blink of an eye, I have become a veritable junior high school student, but the story of my childhood still emerges. ...

That time, I had a high fever. My mother was in a hurry and measured me again with a thermometer. Unexpectedly, it burned to 38.5 degrees! My mother quickly woke up my sleeping father, and the two of them quickly carried me to the car and took me to the hospital. On arriving at the hospital, the doctor was very busy. When I opened my eyes again, I found that I was lying on a soft bed and my hands felt cold. Mother sat in a chair with her face propped up in her hands, as if she were sleeping. I thought to myself: Mom, that's very kind of you. You really take care of me. During this time, you hardly slept a wink. I will certainly remember your concern for me. I am the happiest child in the world.

One morning, I absently opened my eyes, glanced at the alarm clock and went to sleep again. When I looked at the alarm clock again, the teacher's unforgiving face flashed before my eyes. The clock points past six and the minute hand points to thirty-five. I just woke up suddenly. Oh, it's too late, we're going to be late! As soon as I turned over, I sat up, got dressed, and my pants disappeared. I'm sweating with anxiety. Finally found it, and the socks are gone again. While looking for it, I complained: why didn't my mother help me adjust my alarm clock and take care of my clothes, so I couldn't find it. Just then, the little black dog came running with socks in his mouth. When I saw it, it was my socks. I was so angry that I grabbed the socks from his mouth, cursing and beating. He lowered his head and hid in the corner. I ignored it. After getting dressed, I looked at my watch again. I'm really going to be late this time after wasting so much time. Whatever! Grab two pieces of bread, pick up the heavy schoolbag and walk out the door. When I closed the door and left, Uncle Zhang just came out across the hall. When he closed the door, he said, "Hey, Pingping really likes school. You are going to school today! ? ""what? Today is Sunday? " I was dumbfounded when I heard it, and then I relaxed. As I opened the door, I said, "A joke is really a joke. It's not that I don't love school, I'm just used to being nervous every day ... "

Love story 12 Once, it was raining cats and dogs, and I forgot to bring my umbrella.

When I got home, I was soaked through. My mother asked with concern, "I told you not to bring an umbrella." Look, you're wet. " At this moment, I am thinking: I am really a happy child. Thought of here, I can't help laughing. My mother said, "What are you laughing at? I am still laughing when I am drenched like this. " I responded, "Nothing." My mother helps me get dressed. I know that my mother is mean, and how much she wants to pour this rain on herself. Thinking about this, my eyes can't help but get wet.

The next day, I caught a cold. My mother stopped working and took good care of me at home.

After I got well, I bought a favorite thing for my mother with my pocket money. When I wanted to surprise her, my plan failed, so I had to give her a gift. My mother was so moved that she cried with me.

The most selfless love in the world is maternal love.

The story about love 13 In my life, there is love from my parents everywhere. My mother pours milk for me in the morning and my father cooks fruit soup for me in the evening. In winter, my mother always helps me warm my bed before going to bed, and in summer, my father always helps me shoot mosquitoes. I grow up healthily in love. But one thing impressed me the most.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and my father and I were walking in the green space of the community. I saw ice in a pool, so I picked up the pebbles beside me and threw them. At this time, my father shouted, "Path, come here quickly, there is a strange plant here!" " "I hurried over and saw my father holding a thin, long leaf as long as a willow branch. I said, "Dad, play it for me! "Dad handed me the leaves, and I concentrated on playing. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my right index finger, and I shouted "Wow" and bright red blood came out. Father heard my cry and rushed over. He immediately pressed my wound and said regretfully, "Oh dear! I forgot to tell you that there are thorns on the edge of Puwei leaves. If you touch them, they will not be cut, but if you touch them, they will be cut. "Seeing my painful and nervous appearance, my father comforted me:" Never mind, son, don't be afraid! " "Say that finish, dad took out his mobile phone to call my mother, while pulling me to go home quickly.

Hardly had I arrived at the door when my mother opened the door and waited for me. My mother washed my dirty hands carefully first, then dipped some yellow liquid medicine with a cotton ball, gently applied it on my finger, and finally put a band-aid, and asked me from time to time, "Is it tight?" Is it tight? "

Only then did I deeply feel the love of my parents.

The story about love: the warmest April day on earth.

I am a very cold person, so I don't like cold winter. I am also a very sentimental person. I'm afraid of cold and heat, and I don't like hot summer. When I was a child, I liked to listen to storytelling and read picture books. The word "ask after autumn" is deeply imprinted in my heart. Therefore, even if autumn is a harvest season, I don't like it. Because, when it comes to autumn, it gives me a feeling of small sand.

All the year round, I like this spring best, especially in April.

April spring: the east wind is sunny, and the trees are blooming. The wind, sometimes gentle, is like a gentle and demure girl, brushing your face slowly with slender hands, with tender feelings in her eyes and whispering in your ear. The wind, sometimes unbridled, is like a young man, eager to tell everyone: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."

Spring in April: the rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. Holding a flower folding umbrella, walking in a rain curtain, smiling at the rain around you, overlooking the green fields, and wanting to have a rest, all bring you a pleasant coolness and freshness, a comfortable warmth and beauty.

In spring and April, if it is sunny, push open the door and warm the sun in one room. Every corner of the home is vaguely exposed with an indescribable invisible and intangible vitality in words and words. It inspires your forward pace and upward mentality, and even gives you a little inexplicable excitement, thus making your whole person full of infinite energy and enthusiasm.

I love the spring in April, but I love people who are as warm and smiling as this spring under any circumstances!

By my side, there is such a person, my colleague and good friend-Jay. She is kind-hearted, warm and cheerful, generous, tolerant and indifferent. Her petite body hides endless energy, which is always quietly displayed in front of you when you need it.

One year, cross-stitch was very popular. Colleagues have their own embroidery. Every time after work, we discuss and communicate with each other. How many flowers have you embroidered and how many scenes has she embroidered? Because the cervical vertebra is not good, we can only hope for "embroidery" and hope for "embroidery". Jay volunteered: "What do you like? Buy it and I'll embroider it for you! ""you know, this is not a light job, how much energy and effort is needed for a stitch! I begged her to embroider a pair of "smooth sailing" and hang it at home. Every time I see it, it brings me great touch and warmth.

An aunt in the same department embroidered a large cross stitch because she checked the wrong number of squares. She was so annoyed: "How can I remove this?" If it's not disassembled properly, it's completely useless. "As the saying goes, going up the mountain is easier than going down the mountain. This kind of cross stitch is similar to the principle of going up and down the mountain. None of us dare say anything to help. After Jie knew it, she didn't blink and said, "That's nothing. I'll open it for you. "In fact, clean eyes are short-sighted, and disassembly is more delicate and patient than embroidery. Don't be impatient at all. If you remove the base fabric, everything will fall short. Later, I heard that it took Jay two nights to get home to finish the cross stitch.

Jay is an extremely optimistic person. She is sunny and cheerful, and is the kind of legendary master who is loved by everyone and let a hundred flowers blossom. At work, no matter how difficult things are, they are all big and small in front of her. In life, she is a person who can enlighten and comfort people. Occasionally, when I have troubles, I will go to her and tell her. After hearing this, she didn't talk about things, only about herself and her troubles. Finally, she will add a string of hearty laughter, proudly expose her row of jagged little gray teeth that you hug and squeeze in front of my eyes, and say, "Are you bothering me?" Are you as difficult as me? For you, I will sacrifice myself as a teaching material. I can think of it this way. What do you think? "At that moment, I was very touched, very warm and warm. Jay let me know that everyone in this world will have troubles of one kind or another, just depending on how you face and solve them. People live in a state of mind.

Jay is a responsible and enterprising person. With her own efforts and accumulation, she changed from an intern accountant to a real accountant and was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the company. Perhaps, someone will complain slightly, and she doesn't care. She said: "I will say what others like, and I will only be myself."

I suddenly thought of Zhuangzi's words: "Be kind to others, and be spring with things". You're talking about people like Jay.

Be kind to others and practice yourself. Everything comes in spring to warm her.

On the warmest April day in the world, let's all be people who are "kind to others and spring with things"! I am working hard and developing in this direction. Honey, would you like to go with me?

Love story 15 My life is like a colorful boat, always looking for a port, hoping to have a support; My life is like a tall and straight tree, which blooms and bears fruit after countless watering; My life is more like a baby. Under the care of countless people, I changed from naive to sensible teenager. On the road of life, I am really happy to be with him, sharing joys and sorrows, laughing and crying. ...

Because my grandfather and his grandfather are old friends, we have become inseparable and connected friends. Our friendship is better than brothers. It seems that he and I have never quarreled. By the way, my friend's name is Li, do you remember?

Unforgettable That afternoon, I kept it in mind. In order to remember it, I call it "a dark and bright day." Why do you say that? Please listen to me slowly.

One afternoon, we had a good time. Suddenly, he made a face at me and said, "Let's compete to be whirlwind boys!" " "I shouted excitedly:" Good! ".I'll prepare with him first. The game finally started. At the initial stage, he and I both wanted to fly out of the arrow, without any intention of giving in to each other. Halfway through, he was going to pass me, and I suddenly picked up speed. At the moment I rushed to the finish line, I tripped over a stone and scraped a big piece of skin on my leg. The gurgling blood immediately dyed the ground red, and the blood did not stop. He turned his head to see this scene, so he braked suddenly. He almost sprained his foot because he ran too fast. Regardless of this, he bent down to check my injury. After a while, he helped me to the stone bench next to the big tree and comforted me, saying, "This is my game. I'll be in charge. Wait for me here! " After that, he ran to his home like a "fly". In less than three minutes, he came back. First, he dried my blood with clean paper, then scrubbed the wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodine, and finally took out a lot of advanced drugs to apply to me, all of which were bought by their family for tens of dollars! After taking the medicine, I put on a band-aid and helped me go home. Although my leg hurts, my heart is full of sweetness. I'm glad I have such a good friend.

Father didn't know what had happened until he got to my house. We were very grateful to him, but when I wanted to thank him, he left quietly. I admire him very much. How nice of him! A few days later, my injury healed. When I went to his home to thank him, I didn't know that he was ill in hospital because he was too tired. When I went downstairs, I felt very heavy. Who would have such a friend? I came up with a decision: I'm going to visit him in the hospital with a gift.

Confucius said: "Those who love others will always love others;" Those who respect others will always respect others. " If we can treat each other sincerely with love and care for each other, then our life will be as beautiful as spring. "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world", friends, let us grow together with loving hands and let our life shine with love!