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Take love as my topic, and the topic is self-similar

Love is all around us.

Class 9, Huangshuangkou Middle School, Yangxin County, Huangshi City, Hubei Province (1) Johnny

Love is everywhere, and there are traces of love in every corner of the world. The world has become happy and peaceful because it advocates love. Under the care of love, we thrive every day.

Motherly love is like water. Mother is as kind as the Virgin Panait Mariana. She put all her attention on you. When you are hungry in the classroom, when you sigh that you are not full in the morning, when you turn your head out of the window, you will see a familiar figure wandering outside the window. Maybe it's like the "mother and child in one" in Buddhism!

Father loves mountains. Fatherly love is the most careless and meticulous. Father is the busiest. He is busier than the president. So he often ignores the care and love for his family. When he seldom stays at home for a day, you will kick off the quilt that covers you at night with excitement. At this time, you feel confused, and a pair of strong hands will cover the quilt for you. When your face is stung by a beard, you will feel that someone is with you.

Friendship is like snow. It is pure and has no impurities. This is a sincere expression. When you shake your head again and again in the face of the test paper with a red cross, a warm hand leads you to a relaxed place. An encouraging look makes you shocked and full of efforts. A heartfelt word fills your heart with gratitude and love.

Love is a kind angel. Where there is you, there is her. She's always there for you.

That unforgettable memory

9 1 Class Deng Qingling, Huangshuangkou Town Middle School, Yangxin County, Huangshi City, Hubei Province

"Mom, I'm going to school," she said, slamming the door. Walking in the street, a cold wind rushed at me, and I couldn't help shivering.

"Qingling, wait a minute!" A familiar voice stopped me. I turned around and saw my mother running towards me with clothes in her hand. From far to near, she ran towards me. She stopped and said breathlessly, "It's cold. Come on, get dressed." As she spoke, she handed me the clothes, and I caught them and put them on impatiently. Mother adjusted her collar and said, "When getting on and off. Don't be reluctant to spend money, just use it when you need it ... "I can't stand her wordiness. I casually agreed, "I know, I'll be late if I don't leave." My mother was anxious and said, "well, you should go quickly." "You stopped me, otherwise, I would have arrived at school now." She was silent.

I looked at my watch and left in a hurry. Without waiting for a while, the bus came. I got on the bus and found a place to sit down, but I saw my mother standing there, wiping her eyes from time to time. Suddenly found that my mother was old, and her once tall and slim figure became a little bent and a little fat.

I regret what I said just now. I'd like to say I'm sorry, but the car has gone so far that I can't see my mother clearly. Tears are dripping on the sweater my mother gave me.

The wind is still blowing in my ears, so cold, so cold, but I feel very warm, because my body is surrounded by maternal love, and there is no wind energy passing through the sweater that emits heat.

In the past two years, that scene has often appeared in front of my eyes. I am enjoying love and learning to be grateful.

Unforgettable day

Cheng Ronghua, Class 9, Huangshuangkou Town Middle School, Yangxin County, Huangshi City, Hunan Province (1)

It's gray, as if it's going to rain heavily, but it's not. The birds in the tree are hoarse with thirst, and even the cicadas are unable to cry. The ground is as wet as water.

The sky suddenly changed, the dark clouds pressed down, the branches trembled slightly, and finally the raindrops as big as beans fell. Thunder and rain sound like sad music.

Today, Xiaohe's parents are going out to make a living, which is also called going out to work. Xiaohei's parents are putting away their clothes because they are leaving in the afternoon, and Xiaohei is hiding in his room and crying. Parents who keep clothes seem to feel that something has not been done.

So I came to the room with Xiaohei. The little black father said, "Why are you crying? When will you come back at the end of the year? " At this time, Xiaohei's mother is hiding in the room and crying. It was the first time that Xiaohei's mother left Xiaohei, so she was a little reluctant. The rain is still falling, and the thunder is still ringing outside.

After lunch, my mother was busy washing dishes in the kitchen, but Xiaohei couldn't help getting up in the room. No way, my father persuaded Xiaohei again. My father will bring you many interesting things at the end of the year. Little Black's father made a face at Little Black and finally made him laugh.

The whistle of the car seemed to tear the thunder. "Here comes the bus," Black's mother shouted. Little black dad screwed up his bag and made a goodbye gesture. Standing on the road watching the car go away, Xiaohei cried again. The rain is still falling, and the thunder is still disturbing people's travel life.

Whenever it thunders, Xiaohe will think of that day, and Xiaohe will be afraid. He was afraid that his parents would leave him on a thunderous afternoon and never return.

Talking to strangers? /SPAN>。

Class 9, Huangshuangkou Town Middle School, Yangxin County, Huangshi City, Hubei Province (1) Dong Juan

Growing up, my father seldom cared about me. In my memory, my father's care and love are very few.

After class, the classroom was noisy, but I just buried myself in my book and didn't know who was calling me. I looked up and looked down again. Suddenly, my mind was blinded. That was my father just now. I didn't recognize him at first sight. It's strange, as if I haven't seen him for years. I walked out absently.

The sun shines on me, so warm. Father smiled and said, "Didn't you buy clothes for the New Year?" ? People have grown so tall. "

"no!"

There was silence for a while. Dad said, "How was the final exam last year?"

"Not bad."

"Take care of yourself at school, don't be reluctant to eat, and buy more fruits and other foods."

"I know."

"Is there warm water at night?"

"yes."

"Wash with warm water, don't catch cold."

"I know."

My classmates all looked at me and my father, and I felt embarrassed. I looked ahead and turned to my father. I thought, why are you so wordy? Look at your poor face ... don't worry, I have no patience. Oh, class is coming soon!

"I just bought some fruit." Dad put the fruit in my hand, but I still kept my eyes on the distance.

There was silence for a while, and suddenly he felt something in his pocket, and then he took money out of his trouser pocket and stuffed it into my hand, asking me to buy some fruit to eat.

"Oh, it's almost time for class. Go to class! " I strode into the classroom with fruit in my arms, but I stopped when I reached the door. I look back. My father is still there. He looked at me. I saw his eager eyes.

He waved again and beckoned me in. I lowered my head and went back to my seat.

I cried. Isn't this the fatherly love I long for? What's going on now? Although thousands of miles away, I don't even have the courage to talk to him. His eyes seem to be full of hatred, and he still doesn't like him. What happened? ...

This is the first time that my father, who has been working outside for two years, came to see me at school. I have been thinking about my father for the past two years, especially on the first day of middle school with luggage on my back. But with a strange feeling, after I was almost silent for ten minutes, my father would leave again, leaving me with endless thoughts. ...