Write a composition about the love of parents.

In normal study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my collection of love compositions about my parents for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

About writing a composition about parents' love 1 I love my parents.

They love me very much and are very kind to me. Every morning, my mother gets up early to cook for me, and my father gets up early to drive downstairs. When my mother and I went downstairs, it was already warm in the car.

Whenever I finish school, my mother immediately asks me to do my homework, and I can't eat until I finish it. I know, my mother's purpose is to urge me to finish my homework quickly, go to bed early at night, and ensure that I can listen to the class energetically the next day. It's not that my mother is really cruel. In the evening, my mother asked me to review the lessons I learned that day, and then let me preview the new lessons. If there is a problem that my mother and I don't understand, my father will come and help us and teach us seriously. We will keep it in mind and do the same next time we encounter such a problem.

My father is my game partner. Whenever I am free, my father will play chess and poker with me. Sometimes my father will guide me to play some small online games. Father said that playing games can exercise my thinking and reaction ability, but I should stop indulging in it and not neglect my study. My mother is my psychology teacher. Whenever my classmates and I get emotional or have conflicts, my mother will patiently reason with me and help me analyze the reasons until I untie the knot in my heart.

My parents may not be the best parents in the world, but they are the best parents in my heart. I love my parents.

As the saying goes, maternal love is like water, and father loves mountains. That's what my parents do. One night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Mother gently stroked my forehead with her hand. "Oh, dear! I have a fever. "

She got dressed, picked me up and ran to the hospital. Because it was very cold, I sneezed several times, and my mother heard it. She quickly took off her clothes and put them on for me. "I finally got to the hospital." Mother said as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. But there are no doctors but nurses in the outpatient department, and there are doctors and nurses in the inpatient department, so the diagnosis is given to the inpatient department and the injection is given to the outpatient department. The two places are so far apart that my mother has to carry me on both sides. Register for a while and pay medical expenses for a while. ...

I finally waited until two o'clock in the morning, but she still guarded me. When I got up in the morning, my mother's eyes were bloodshot. Mother is gentle, while father is strict. Last time, I was chatting with a qq girl. Dad saw it and said, "The final exam is coming soon. How do we chat? " "You can review tomorrow!" I retort. Dad's face suddenly turned blue. "Today have today's things, tomorrow have tomorrow's things. Hurry up and review. " Then, my father looked at me and added, "I'll see your score after the exam." I jumped up from the computer chair and quickly picked up the Chinese book to review.

My father and mother care about me in different ways. I love my mom and dad!

Writing Parents' Love Composition 3 One stormy night in a certain year, my parents were asleep in bed. My mother pushed her away and said to her, "Mom, I want to drink water." My mother was awakened by me and said impatiently, "OK, my little ancestor, I'll pour it for you right away." Mother put on her pajamas, got out of bed, went to the water cooler, picked up the cup, pressed the button, came over and said to me, "Drink." I drank the water slowly, and she touched my forehead and said eagerly, "Oh, it's so hot!" " "My mom woke my dad up and told him to get dressed quickly, take the children to the hospital and get dressed. My mother held me in her arms and rushed out the door.

It is raining harder and harder outside, and the wind is blowing harder and harder. It has been hitting my mother and father on the back and shoulders, just like a brave soldier defending the country. My mother is a sword, my father is a shield, and I am a country. Through the alley, through the street, the rain is still falling and the wind is still blowing.

When I arrived at the hospital, the nurse gave me an intravenous drip and handed a towel to my parents. My mother touched my head and smiled, while my father laughed. That smile is so sweet and happy. After a while, they fell asleep. This is the love of parents!

About writing a composition about the love of parents. My parents love me very much, but their love for me is different. I tell you one thing in my life, and everyone will understand.

Once, my parents and I went to Xingqing Park to play. Father told me to climb high, but I fell down before I reached the top. My mother quickly came to hug me and asked me lovingly, "Are you okay, baby, where are you hurt?" ? Before I could answer, my father came and pulled me away from my mother's arms and said, "Nothing, we are all young people. This pain is nothing. Keep climbing! " So I climbed to the top of the mountain again, but I didn't expect to fall down again. I didn't succeed several times in a row. Once I fell to the ground, but I didn't want to give up and stood up again. I climbed higher and higher and finally reached the top of the mountain. Only then did I know that both parents have love. My mother's love is gentle and warms my heart, and my father's love gives me courage and encouragement.

This is my parents' love. Mother's love can heal the pain in my heart, but father's love can make me summon up courage to rush forward.

About writing parents' love composition 5. A ray of sunshine in spring; Like a cool summer breeze; Like autumn fruitful; Like a fire in winter. There are many ways for parents to treat their children's love, some are encouraging words, some are strict requirements. My parents are "encouraging and strict".

In this midterm, I got 9 1 in Chinese, ranking first in my class. On the way home, I was complacent and wanted to get praise from my parents as soon as possible. When I got home, my mother was very happy to learn that I had won the first prize in the exam. She boasted, "Son, I did well in this exam. I will make persistent efforts next time and strive for better results! " Hearing this, my heart is as sweet as honey. But when my father came back, he saw it completely contrary to my mother's view. He said, "How about being the first in the exam?" Aren't you still wrong about so many questions? Think about it! Think about why you are so wrong! "At this moment, my heart is so wronged that I looked down at the paper, 9 1 minute. On the one hand, my mother's encouragement, on the other hand, my father's strict requirements, which I can't accept at the moment.

But as time went on, I finally understood my parents' good intentions. My mother's encouragement is to gain self-confidence, and my father's strictness is to worry that I will become proud. Later, I learned that blind encouragement will make people proud, and excessive strictness will make people feel inferior. Therefore, combining mom's encouragement with dad's strictness is the complete love of the greatest parents in the world!

Love is not necessarily our concern when we have a fever, but sometimes we don't pay attention to it, for example, teaching us to be a man, to do things, and to do things in life. ...

I opened the photo album and found the photos when I learned to walk. At that time, I was so cute and fun, wearing yellow suspenders, red Mickey Mouse shoes and a yellow and white lace hat. I was pulling a truck forward with one hand and protecting me with the other, as if I would fall down with every step. My mother's hands protect me in tandem. I rushed forward with a shovel in my hand. My mother will definitely hug me. I think I must have been very happy then. Look at me in the photo again and wave at me, as if to say to the person in front; "I'm coming! Wait for me! ..... "I think there must be a pair of big hands waiting for me in front. I walked all the way to my mother. Every time I take a step, my mother will take a step back, in order to let me take more steps! At that time, maybe I thought: Why is my mother so far away from me?

Now that I'm grown up, look at my childhood photos and look at me now. I am rational. I thrive under the care of my parents. They gave me a lot of love, happiness and warmth. ...

I love my family, and my parents respect each other like guests. Our life is happy, and the days are sweet and beautiful. I'm so glad to have such a family!