Aide's Story Primary School Excellent Composition

In our daily life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. In order to make your composition easier and more convenient, the following is a 450-word excellent primary school composition of Love Story, which I carefully arranged, hoping to help everyone.

Love story 1 dear mom, your love is like an umbrella, which protects you from the wind and rain on that rainy day; Like the cool breeze in summer; Like water when you are thirsty.

Do you remember? When I was a child, I was in poor health and often fell ill. At that time, my father was away on business, so you had to take me to the hospital alone from time to time. That day, I had a fever, my temperature climbed to 40 degrees, my lips were purple, my face was red and I was sleepy. You were in a hurry, so you immediately put me on your back, stopped a taxi and rushed to the hospital. When I came to the hospital, it was noisy and crowded, and there were several long queues in front of the registration window. You carried me through the hospital. I was still crying. You coaxed me patiently and told me stories and jokes. .............................................................................................................................................. At this moment, I, anxious to return, you took me home. I was so tired that I fell asleep, but you stayed up all night by my side, afraid of repeated body temperature, and touched my forehead from time to time to wipe my sweat. ...

That night, there were a few more silver threads in your black hair, which was your hard work for me at that time; That night, your tears soaked countless tissues, and you were worried about me at that time; That night, you had a wrinkle on your forehead, and that was your remorse.

"Only mothers are good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness. Mom, thank you! You have worked hard!

Love story 2 knocks on the door of love, is surrounded by the gushing warmth, is in the ocean of love, and does not feel the distant fear. Silent love turns into a continuous drizzle, nourishing everyone's heart. Some love stories are too small to be found, and some love stories are too big to be seen at a glance. The love around us, big and small, makes the earth turn and everything grows.

Continuous spring rain moistens the earth and promotes everything to grow in this warm rain. Spring squeezes out the cold of winter, and the earth is full of bright colors. However, I hate the arrival of spring very much. Because of my innate allergy, I can't appreciate the beauty of life in every spring when the branches are full of flowers, so I can only avoid it far away, otherwise rhinitis will break out and make me feel uncomfortable all day.

I woke up from my sleep in the morning and sneezed. Last night, the traces of rain still rippled on the glass, and the branches outside the house were full of dew flowers. I sneezed again and cursed secretly. I must be allergic to pollen again. After dinner, my mother saw that I had been sneezing, and knowing that I must be allergic again, she wouldn't let me do my homework today, saying, "Don't do my homework today, and go to bed after lunch!" " "hmm? ! It's really uncharacteristic, and there's no way, because that's mom's order.

I woke up in the afternoon and found myself covered with a blanket and lying in a very strange posture. Looking back now, I originally wanted to lie in bed and hide under the covers to play with my mobile phone for a while, but I was unconsciously defeated by a burst of sleepiness. Maybe when my mother came in, she found that I had a particularly heavy nasal sound when I slept, so she covered me with a blanket.

Being in the ocean of love, I feel the warm breath, as if the annoying disease has disappeared without a trace. Feeling mother's love, although seemingly unremarkable, makes people have a kind of beautiful and kind warmth.

Love stories, there are many love stories along the way, which bloom one after another in my long life. It is the source of my growth.

Love story excellent composition of primary school 3 May 16 The fourth day of Wenchuan earthquake. During these four days, rescuers searched for the wounded still trapped in the ruins one by one.

On May 13, rescuers found a woman in the ruins. When she was discovered, she had quietly left this world. Through the cracks in a pile of ruins, you can see her kneeling on the ground, crawling all over, supporting her body with her hands. Rescuers reached through the gap to make sure she was dead and shouted at the ruins, but there was no response. At this time, there are still thousands of people waiting for help. When the rescue team was ready to go to the next pile of ruins, the captain seemed to see some clues and ran back, struggling to reach in and grope. Suddenly he said happily, "there is a child alive here!" " At this time, the captain has already dropped sweat as big as soybeans.

After some efforts, people finally saved the child. He lay in a small quilt with yellow flowers on a red background for only three or four months. Because of the protection of his mother's body, he was not hurt at all.

The accompanying doctor found a mobile phone in the quilt. When the doctor subconsciously turned on the screen of the mobile phone, a striking short message appeared in front of him: "Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember that I love you." The medical staff who are used to seeing life and death shed tears. This humble mobile phone has been handed down like this. Everyone who saw the news shed tears.

Some people say that money is everything, but I think love is the foundation of everything. As long as we observe carefully, you will find that the smoke of love is everywhere around us. Such a thing is just a drop in the ocean!

Use our hearts to find and chase love, let's advance together in the ocean of love!

I love you, not just by saying it. I miss you because you are in my heart.

Every time, I think of you in fear and panic. I will think of you every time I am confused and don't know where to go. Every time, I miss you when I am afraid and don't know right or wrong.

Every night when I wake up from my dream, I will always think of your sentence "Don't be afraid, I am here". At this time, no matter how dark the night is, I will sleep peacefully again.

You are far away from home and work hard to get a good salary. You always come back and tell me how much you are respected in your unit and how enviable your position is. I know, you don't want me to look down on you. Of course I know, you are just a grassroots cadre, dealing with farmers all day. I know, because you are in my heart.

When I come back, I always nag, ask questions, ask questions, ask some questions, and ask messy questions. Of course, I know you care about me. Although you are knowledgeable, you can only express your love for me in this clumsy way. I know, because you are in my heart.

Try not to go out every time I come back, and stay at home with me. You said you owed me too much. Now, you just want to make amends. I know you used to go out to eat every week when you came back, but after your divorce from your mother, you seldom went out. You are afraid that your image in my heart will deteriorate. I know, because you are in my heart.

You are not vain. You always give me the best. When I drink Bingrui and Rio, you are drinking Ipoh. I am using the responsive Xiaomi Shisan, and you are still using Hisense's smart phone, hum! That mobile phone doesn't respond as fast as the old one! When I begged you to buy me shoes, I forgot that your shoes were a few years ago. Every time I see the way you look at my mobile phone and shoes, I feel that I am the one who really owes you.

You said that the most important person in your life was me.

You said the most important phone number in your life was mine.

Dad, I know, I know everything! Because-you are in my heart.

Love story 5 Love is no stranger to everyone. Love is hidden in every little thing, and we need to feel it with our hearts.

I remember a clear sky in Wan Li one morning in the third grade of primary school. After a while, the sky suddenly became dark, and then it rained cats and dogs. At that time, we were having our third class, and I couldn't help looking out of the window. Wow, it's raining hard! What shall we do? I don't have an umbrella. What if it rains after school? Mom and dad are usually so busy that I don't think they have time to pick me up.

"Ding Lingling-"finally arrived at school, and I couldn't wait to run out of the classroom, braving the "bullets" falling from the sky and rushing out of the school gate. I wish my parents would pick me up, or I'd be a drowned rat. At this moment, I saw a familiar face, which turned out to be my father. Dad hurried to me. Because of the heavy rain, my father tried to pull the umbrella closer to me, but his shoulders were exposed and caught in the rain. Seeing this, my eyes were moist and tears rolled down my cheeks ... This incident made me feel that fatherly love is great and selfless.

Father's love is a big umbrella, always sheltering me from the wind and rain in rainy days; Father's love is a big mountain, tall and straight; Fatherly love is the vastness of Wang Yang sea; Father's love is a bright light in my life journey, which illuminates my journey when I am lost; Father's love shocked my young heart.

The story of love In the eyes of many people, love is to satisfy his wishes, take him to play, or go to KFC for a meal. But in my heart, love is like this …

I remember before, my father didn't buy a car, and my mother rode an electric car to pick me up every day. No matter how busy my mother is, she will watch me enter the campus with her own eyes, otherwise she will always feel uneasy. Once, when I arrived at the school gate, I happened to meet my classmates. She was going to buy a red scarf, so I accompanied her to buy it. I had forgotten my mother at the school gate. When the two of us walked into the campus talking and laughing, I glanced back inadvertently and saw my mother looking at me outside the school gate. Her eyes contain all her love for me. She watched me go upstairs before getting on the electric car and leaving. It was very cold that day, but I kept her waiting in the cold wind for a long time. Thought of here, my eyes can not help but wet.

From then on, I hurried into the campus as soon as I got to school every day, so that my mother could put down the stone in her heart, wait a little in the cold wind and go home early to do her own thing. ...

what is love ? Maybe a beautiful dress, maybe a quilt, maybe a look, a kiss, a word. Some people may say that these are trivial. I don't think so, because no matter how much love you have, you are all equal in the balance of "love".

Love story 7 care is care and love, it is everywhere. Everyone needs love. Love is indispensable in life. Being cared for by others is a wonderful enjoyment, and caring for others is a noble moral character. Help each other, so the world will be full of love!

One day, I will take a composition class. After getting up, I looked at the alarm clock sleepily and got a fright-ah! I have a composition class at ten o'clock, and it's already half past nine!

I suddenly jumped out of bed, my feet kept shaking like a small motor, and my mouth kept saying, "Oh, it's too late!" " "

I grabbed a dress and put it on my head. I took a pair of trousers and put them on my lap. I hurried to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face in a hurry. Put on your shoes quickly, pick up the composition bag on the table, open the door with one hand and fly to the station.

I was out of breath when I ran to the bus stop. I waited for the bus while drinking water. My heart rate is dropping slowly. At this time, the bus came, and there were many people on it. I finally got on the bus. I heard the driver shouting, "The door won't close, get down!" "Everyone in the car looked at me last. I thought to myself: How is this possible? I have to get to class! An old man seemed to see my anxiety and said, let's go down! Children have to rush to class! Anyway, I have nothing urgent, wait for the next bus! "

The old man got off the bus and the bus started. I looked at the old man's figure from clear to fuzzy, and my heart was filled with emotion!

Love story 8 when I first learned to speak, the first sentence I learned was "mom"; When I learned to walk and fall, the first person to help me was my mother; When I was sick, it was my mother who stayed by the bed. In my heart, my mother is the one who loves me the most.

My mother is as kind as Qian Qian's mother. I remember when I was a child, my mother took me shopping. When I see the old man begging in the street, she always gives me change and asks me to give it to them. They always say something grateful, which makes me very happy. I think it is a pleasure to help others in my young mind. When my mother took me to take a bath, she saw the running water from the tap, and when no one was using it, she would let me turn off the tap, which made me form a good habit of saving. I am in the fourth grade. During my four-year study career, my mother has paid a lot for me. No matter how busy and tired she is, she will carefully check my homework. When I encounter a problem, she will explain it to me again and again until I understand it. In this way, I laid a good foundation from the first grade and won the title of "three good students" for three consecutive years. My mother always taught me that one should not only know knowledge, but also have a beautiful mind.

One day, on my way to school, I saw an aunt watering a small tree, which reminded me that I was just that small tree. It was my mother's hard work that cultivated me into a towering tree with lush foliage and realized my ideal. No matter what I do in the future, I will never forget my mother's nurturing grace and education.

Comments: The author learned to do good deeds under the influence of his mother since childhood. I know how hard my mother has worked, and I am grateful from the bottom of my heart. Seeing the little tree reminds me of myself. Reasonable imagination.

Every night, I will see a cup of hot milk on the table, but every time I see the milk on the table, it is like seeing my mother's busy figure.

My mother is busy with work and has little time to accompany me. Although I watched her leave in a hurry most of the time, she still gave me a glass of milk every day, and the resentment disappeared at this moment.

This is a cold winter, and I have a lot of homework, because the final term is coming. I didn't even eat dinner. I continue to do my homework. After a long time, I finally finished my homework. Look at the time! It's almost 10. It is snowing heavily outside the window. I can't help shivering several times. I want to lie still under the quilt, but my stomach doesn't meet my expectations. I was just about to open the door when I heard the sound of broken glass. I gently pushed open the door and looked carefully through the gap. It turned out that my mother was giving me hot milk, but because of the weather, my hands were red with cold and I accidentally broke the glass. My mother thought I was asleep. I kept tiptoeing to pick up the debris with my hands, and I accidentally cut my finger. My heart is very heavy. My mother washed the milk, but she was very tired. Then she came to my room with this cup of milk. I hurried to bed, and my mother put the milk by the bed and quietly left. She won't know what I cried in bed.

In winter, my mother can't rest well, and she has to get up early for work tomorrow. There are a few more wrinkles on her face. At this time, the snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, but I don't feel cold at all, but my heart is warm.

Until now I think about it, two lines of tears are still flowing downwards. ...

Love story 10 When Mr. Lu Xun was young, he loved to buy books, read books and copy books, and regarded books as treasures.

Before he entered "Three Ponds on the Moon", he read a book without illustrations from his first teacher, a distant uncle. The teacher once told him that there is a painting "Shan Hai Jing", which depicts a beast with a face, a bird with three feet, a man with wings, and a monster with two breasts as eyes ... Unfortunately, he has been looking for it. Such an interesting book attracted Lu Xun. He will never forget his dream, which touched his nanny's mother. My eldest mother can't read, so when he came back from visiting relatives, he tried to buy this book for Lu Xun. As soon as I saw my mother, she handed Lu Xun the Book of Abao and said happily, "Brother, I bought you a Classic of Mountains and Seas!" "

Lu Xun was ecstatic when he heard the news. He quickly took the book, opened the paper bag and read it.

This is Lu Xun's first beloved book. Later, when he became more literate, he saved money to buy books. During the Spring Festival, there is a custom that adults often give their children some money, which is called lucky money. When Lu Xun was rich, he always gave up flowers and scrimped on books.

When Lu Xun was a child, he loved reading and copying books. Obviously, copying books benefited him a lot. He has a good memory and the books he has read are unforgettable for a long time, which is closely related to his hobby of copying books.

Lu Xun's good habit of loving books as treasures from childhood runs through his life. He has read a lot of books. According to the "account statistics" in Lu Xun's diary, from 19 12 to 1936, he bought more than 9,000 books. His books are always in good order. Lu Xun was poor all his life, and his greatest wealth was his precious books.

The Story of Love 1 1 Everyone around me is concerned about me. When I encountered setbacks, their kind words made me rekindle the torch of hope; When I was sick, their concerned eyes gave me the courage to fight the disease; When I encountered difficulties in my study, their patient advice made me suddenly realize.

There was a burst of footsteps in the living room. Suddenly, the door opened and it was mom! I looked up and it was true. She gently put the milk on the table with her hands and then walked out of the room gently.

After drinking milk, I continued to "fight" with my homework. The more difficult it is, the more anxious I am. Just then, the footsteps sounded again and walked into me gently. Mother patted me on the shoulder and I looked back at her. She said softly, "Take care, don't be too tired." I was shocked that my mother had been paying attention to me. The final exam is approaching these days, and all the students are studying hard. In the past, even if there were more homework, I would only do it at 8 o'clock, but now it's different. I must practice harder every day. The final exam is coming, so I have to work overtime. It's almost half past nine every night these days. I really can't stand it. Every night, my mother will prepare a table of food for me to supplement nutrition, bring me milk every night, and urge me to go to bed quickly every night ... In fact, I can feel that my mother is worried about my health.

Caring is done silently, and while we are being cared for, we should also lend a helping hand to care for others, just like the song "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become better …" Give your hand and make life better!

Love story 12 love is a clear spring in the desert, giving people sweetness and hope; Love is a beacon in the dark, which helps the lost ship find its way. Love is a book that records love stories, big and small.

Sometimes, love doesn't need to be vigorous, or a pair of gloves, or a cup of hot milk is enough.

It was a snowy night. I solved a lot of homework and climbed into bed. It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't drunk hot milk yet! No sooner had my feet stuck out of bed than I was threatened by the cold. "Mom!" As soon as my mind lit up, I shouted to my mother's room, "I haven't drunk hot milk yet." Can you heat it for me? " There was no reply, so I thought, who would want to get out of bed in cold weather? I didn't hold out much hope at the thought of this. I got out of bed, put on slippers and opened the door, but I bumped into my mother's eyes. "Mom, what are you going to do?" "Help you warm the milk!" "Go back to sleep, don't catch cold." Say, you push me into bed and run downstairs to help me warm the milk. Soon, you came back and handed over overheated milk. I touched your hand, cold and frozen in the snow! I took a sip, warm and full of love, and my whole body was warm with love.

Another time, my mother drove me to school in an electric car. My mother gave me her gloves for fear that my hands were too cold. I sit in the back, I can put my hand into my trouser pocket, but you really need gloves! No matter how I refuse, you resolutely put gloves on me, even though your hands have been scratched by the cold wind. At that time, I thought I was the happiest child in the world, because I had a mother who loved me.

Love stories can never be told, they happen in the dribs and drabs of life. With them, our life can be better.