How to write the composition "Thank you for your love"?

My Chinese teacher's name is "Liu Jinge". When I mention this name, I always think: Teacher Liu must love melon seeds very much, and he is also a golden pigeon melon seed. Who told her that name?

Miss Liu is tall, a little fat and has curly hair. She has two beautiful dimples when she smiles, which is very beautiful. Her waist is also beautiful. I think it's neither thick nor thin.

Miss Liu likes us girls. She is very humorous in class. Up to now, I still remember many texts we learned in grade two. We all like her class. Teacher Liu also gave us less homework. We all like learning Chinese. Our class is rated as an excellent class group year after year. All this is due to Mr. Liu.

I remember that once we learned a new word "insult" in class, many students couldn't remember it, and they always made mistakes in dictation. So Mr. Liu told us a little joke: there is a man who scolds every day (a boy in our class is called Yan, his nickname). Chen Chen is getting smaller and smaller, only five inches tall. You see, one person is next to another and scolds you every day. Together, they form the word "insult". Chen Chen is the upper part of the word "insult", only five inches high, and it is the lower part of the word "insult". So we all remembered this word quickly, and we won't write it wrong again. We were particularly impressed. Look how great our teacher Liu is! We have many, many short stories about this strange mnemonics.

In the conversation, Mr. Liu is as kind as his mother. Once, my mother went to Xi on business. I don't know what to do after school at noon. When I was waiting in line after school, Mr. Liu's voice rang in my ear. "Xinxin, please come to my house at noon. I'm already called * * * Mom. " My heart is warm. It turned out that Teacher Liu found out that my mother had asked for leave (because my mother and Teacher Liu are colleagues), so she called my mother on her own initiative and asked what happened at home. Teacher Liu is really a caring person. After school, Teacher Liu bought me a Sugar-Coated Berry and took me to eat a big bowl of wonton, which took good care of me. We had a lunch break after dinner, and she told me a short story. More considerate than my mother. My mother didn't pick me up until late at night. Under the guidance of Teacher Liu, I finished my homework.

I get along with Mr. Liu day and night. I love my teacher Liu, and I really want to give her eight words: "Forever young! Always beautiful! " . Mom, you know what? There's something on my mind that I've always wanted to tell you. There are only five words in this sentence: "Thank you for your love".

Thank you for your love, Mom |! As long as I can remember, you have always treated me like a "little emperor" and given me all your love, just like dad. Do you still remember that time to package jiaozi? That time, dad was on a business trip; But I insisted, "I want to eat jiaozi, I want to eat jiaozi". Although you have no help from your father, you are still glowing in the kitchen. Make stuffing for a while and roll skin for a while. An hour later, you made a bowl of my favorite jiaozi. Although it's slow, I still thank you psychologically, because you gave me all your fatherly love and maternal love in jiaozi.

Thank you for your love, mom! I know, you are different from dad. You never talk about my care and love, but only in action. As for the speech contest held by the school, my father was afraid that I would delay my study and wouldn't let me participate, but you secretly came to the class teacher and signed me up. During the game, you waved to me in the crowd and took pictures of me. As a result, I won the third prize. You're smiling, but I've always wanted to tell you that my grades were also bought with your love!

Thank you for your love, mom! I didn't know you loved me in any way until today. One day I beat my classmate's nose to bleed, and the class teacher called you right away. You flew into a rage and slapped me. At this point, I hate your guts. But I looked up and found you in tears. That kind of love is the love that I hate iron not to produce!