200 understanding of love

The feeling of love is two hundred words of goodwill, which is the softest but also the most powerful feeling contained in human nature. No matter how difficult it is, we must persist in kindness; No matter how lonely you are, you should stick to the dignity of your personality. Because one day you will understand that kindness is more difficult than cleverness. Because intelligence is just a gift, and kindness is a choice. Your kindness may not be rewarded immediately, but it will be compensated at another space node. Love the world, let love travel far! If the heart is lotus, fragrance all the way; Thank you!

Write a 300-word sentiment about love, a letter to parents 600 sentiment about love 1, being in the social circle is a kind of trouble, but detachment is simply a tragedy.

2. Boredom is how a person feels about the plate after eating the food on it.

The procedure of attending a memorial service is often to receive a profound life education first, and then everyone will smoke, drink and play cards together.

Knowledge is a kind of food, the more you eat, the hungrier you get.

5, love will sink to the bottom, in the dull days, the most important thing is to often gently shake the "water cup" containing love.

6, war: if you can't solve it with your tongue, bite it with your teeth!

7. Hating others is like burning down your house to catch mice. But the mouse may not catch it.

8. Everyone has many dreams in his life, but if one of them keeps bothering you, all that remains is action.

9. Only those who can't figure it out, there is no road that can't be taken.

10, the arrival of the god of luck is often just because you look at it more, think more and take one more step.

1 1. The failure occurred after giving up completely.

I put it there. I thought it would bear countless fruits. Unexpectedly, he just showed me the gesture of falling leaves.

I don't ask you to do anything for me. I think it would be nice if I could look at you quietly like this.

Love is a slightly sour and semi-sweet experience, and it is a colorful and complex color that flows in the season.

Deep love transcends a lot. If the other person loves something else, it will never be forced, mainly to make the other person happy rather than have it.

Everyone is lonely sometimes. In order to get rid of loneliness, some people seek comfort, while others seek enrichment and transcendence. They have all experienced loneliness, but the difference is that the former is painful because of loneliness, and the latter is noble because of loneliness. Love will free everyone from loneliness!

I once read an article called The Most Precious Thing. The article said: "Family ties are free. Every baby comes into this world and is taken care of by his parents. It is a kind of love that goes deep into the blood and asks for nothing in return. Friendship is free. The intersection of true friends is not utilitarian, but to feel and taste a sincere emotion with your heart. " Yes, come to think of it, aren't we always surrounded by love? When you are tired, your parents give you a rest harbor; When you are frustrated, a friend will give you a comforting hand. But have any of them ever thought of asking you for a reward for it? No. Because their love for you can make them care about you and protect you. Therefore, cherish every love, whether it comes from parents, friends or even strangers. For these loves, all you can do is to love them and make yourself happy. This is the best reward for them.

When the person you love cries, you cry together, but when the person you like cries, you stop to comfort. The feeling of love comes from the eyes, and the feeling of liking comes from the ears. So if you don't like the person you like anymore, you just need to block your ears. But if you try to close your eyes, love will turn into a tear and stay in your heart forever.

Japanese sentences about love: love, happiness, thinking, thinking.

Love, never, never and regret.

Write down your feelings about love. It is the most sincere maternal love in the world, the most selfless maternal love and the greatest and most eternal maternal love. After that, I got deeper. ......

One day, maternal awareness, the sky snowflakes. My umbrella went home and accidentally fell into the mud, mud. When I get home, I'm afraid my mother will scold me for cleaning up. But in such a cold day, there is so much cold water! So, I quietly put my umbrella in the corner of the door.

I was about to sleep at night when I suddenly heard the rhythm of "brushing". Fortunately, I crept to the toilet, opened the door and looked inside. My mother is an umbrella with a brush. I saw her bow and scrape and continue to wash and brush. The washed hands were covered with black mud, and the hands with black foam floated up. Holding an umbrella in one hand, put it in the bowl. The umbrella and the pot almost turned into sewage, but my mother brushed them seriously. Her hand looks like throwing an umbrella on the wall and wiping mud from time to time. The painful expression on her face and the sweat dripping from his forehead penetrated her locked eyebrows and meticulous brush. White umbrella appears slowly, and black mud disappears slowly. Gradually, my mother's happy smile locked her brow and stretched out.

Suddenly, my mother gave in, lightning cold May's hand, a frown, yeah! The Taoist priest cracked several blood holes and there were so many calluses! Mother choked back the pain, how to breathe, just like whether it can relieve the pain, but it also reached the biting cold wind into the water ... I pinched my lips and couldn't believe it. Mother's hand stretched out and retracted again and again. What a painful experience she had! Finally, my mother reluctantly wiped the umbrella clean. Several elegant and clean lilies are blooming on the white umbrella. Lily, but can this compare with my mother's love for me? Can't! Lily is so pure and elegant, can it be accompanied by maternal love? Nothing in the world can compare with great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes are moist, and my heart is always steadfast. ......

Sometimes, my mother struggles to stand up, leaning against the wall, leaning against the wall motionless. I wiped my tears, hurriedly pushed open the door, grabbed my mother, but accidentally touched her hand. Oh, my God! Is this mother's soft, delicate and warm hand? I choked and said, "Mom, your hand ..." My mother was taken aback and then smiled and said, "Son, why are you awake? I'm sorry, I just want to talk like this. Oh, well, hand ... go to bed! " "How to live? This umbrella is mine, but you can brush it. You have nothing in your hand. Why? ..... You go back to your room and sleep. I will help you. " I want to leave and hold back my tears. My mother helped me to bed, and when she turned around, she showed a happy smile when she used a corner lamp ... I picked up the washbasin and suddenly understood why my old mother was leaning against the wall, and my tears welled up to complain-this was her mother's low back pain again. ......

Mom, you let me have a deeper understanding of maternal love: maternal love is the vastness of the sea, and I am a boat, nestled in the embrace of the sea; Maternal love is a vast sky, I am a cloud, and there is a margin in the sky; If maternal love is warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoying the love from sunshine.

Actually, I think it's more like an umbrella of pure maternal love. It is everywhere, and it is also silently dedicated. It is also true and beautiful. ......

Tell me how you feel about love! What is love! Love is tolerance, not indulgence, love is care, not connivance, love is blending with each other, not unrequited love, love is a hundred flavors but not all sweet. ...

True love is not necessarily a perfect match in the eyes of others.

But the inner harmony of people who love each other.

Just to make each other's lives better and pay silently.

This love not only warms oneself, but also warms the secular heart.

True love is to cherish when you can love.

True love is letting go when you can't love.

Because letting go means having everything …

Please love when you cherish it.

When you let go, have a good blessing …

True love is a kind of heartfelt care and care. There is no flowery rhetoric or grandstanding, but you can only feel it in words and deeds. So plain and so firm. On the contrary, oaths and promises explain its uncertainty. Never believe sweet words. Feel the heart

Understanding of love, the best touch, and sincere heart warmth are the greatest encounters of happy souls. True love, without too many words, with warmth, is worthy of true feelings without regrets, without vows of eternal love, with heart, is the deep affection that never leaves, just seeking peace of mind and leaving no regrets. Love is caring for a true feeling and giving comfort when wronged. Love is never relaxing hand in hand. When we are cold, we can warm each other, so it is difficult to share the burden. Throughout his life, the real concern is the comfort of the soul, the real possession and the companionship of life!

The composition about the feeling of love should be subtitled. The most sincere love in the world is maternal love, the most selfless love, the greatest love and the most eternal love. After that, I have a deeper understanding of maternal love. ...

Snowflakes were floating in the sky that day. I took my umbrella home, and accidentally, it fell into the mud and got dirty. When I got home, I was afraid that my mother would scold me and wanted to wash. But on such a cold day, how cold it should be to get into the water! So I quietly put my umbrella in the corner of the door.

I was about to go to bed at night when I suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of "brushing". I crept into the bathroom, opened a door and looked inside. My mother is brushing her umbrella. I saw her hunched over, holding the scrubber tightly in one hand. The scrubber was covered with black mud, and black foam floated on her hand. The other hand held the umbrella in the basin, and the water in the basin almost turned into sewage, but my mother was still brushing it carefully. Her hands wiped the mud on the umbrella and pressed her waist against the wall from time to time. She has a painful expression on her face. Sweat oozed from her forehead. She frowned and brushed meticulously. The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly smoothed out. Mother gradually showed a gratified smile, and her locked eyebrows relaxed again.

Suddenly, my mother pulled back her blushing hand with lightning speed, and her brow wrinkled into a ball. There are several blood stains on the hands, so many calluses! My mother choked back the pain, gasped, as if it could relieve the pain, and reached into the biting cold water ... I pursed my lips and couldn't believe it. Mother's hand retracted and extended again and again. How much pain she has suffered! Finally, my mother reluctantly cleaned the umbrella, and several elegant and pure lilies appeared on the white umbrella surface, but can this lily compare with my mother's love for me? Can't! No matter how elegant and pure the lily is, how can it compare with the sincerity and touching of maternal love? Nothing in the world can compare with great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes are moist, and I don't know why, my heart is always uneasy. ...

At this time, my mother stood up and leaned against the wall, but I couldn't move against the wall. I wiped my tears, hurriedly pushed open the door, hugged my mother, but accidentally touched her hand. Oh, my God! Is this still mom's soft, delicate and warm hand? I choked up and said, "Mom, your hand ..." My mother was taken aback and then smiled and said, "Son, why are you awake? I'm really sorry. I just want to pour water, it's not in the way. Oh, hands ... hands are very good ... you go to sleep quickly! " "What should I do? I soiled my umbrella, but you brushed it. How can your hand be okay? ..... go back to your room and sleep. I will help you. " I fought back my tears and helped my mother to bed. Turning around, I saw my mother's gratified smile from the corner of my eye ... I picked up the washbasin and suddenly understood why my mother always pressed her waist against the wall. Tears welled up in my eyes-it turned out that my mother's back pain was back again. ...

Mom, you let me have a deeper understanding of maternal love: maternal love is the vast sea, I am a boat, nestled in the embrace of the sea; Maternal love is a vast sky, and I am a cloud floating on the edge of the sky; If maternal love is warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoying the love given to me by sunshine.

In fact, I think maternal love is more like a pure umbrella. It is everywhere, and it is also silently dedicated, just as true and beautiful. ...