Da Ai Wu Yan composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my collection of love compositions without words for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Love composition without words 1 Dear mother, hello!

You are the greatest mother in the world, and you have given me selfless love.

I clearly remember: once, just after school, I was in a daze. When I got home, you weren't off work, and my dad didn't come back from a business trip. I lay alone in bed and fell asleep before I knew it. I don't know when. When you came back from work and sat next to me, you were scared. You quickly touched my forehead with those warm hands. So hot? Please wake me up and go to the hospital. It is raining outside. It is raining harder and harder. You carry me on your back and I carry an umbrella. This umbrella is too small to cover two people. I want to cover for you. You flatly refused and said, "son, cover yourself up and leave me alone." Mom is fine. " Seeing that your pants are all wet, I am so distressed that I cried and said, "Mom, put me down, I can go." But you refused and insisted on carrying me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, you sat next to me and looked at me. You stayed up all night. When you woke up in the morning, my fever was gone, but you caught a bad cold.

Mom, your love for your daughter will never be returned. My daughter said here, "Thank you, Mom!" " "

There is such a person who always takes a small bite and leaves a big bite for others. There is such a person who always takes a big bite and leaves a small bite for others. The former is the mother and the latter is the child.

Life is like this, and every day, one touching story is being interpreted. On May 12, the earthquake disaster mercilessly befell Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province. At that moment, countless hopes vanished instantly, and natural disasters were merciless. There is such a teacher who protected four lives with his own body; There is such a child who carried out his classmates with his delicate body; There is such a team, the first time to rescue. For a time, people all over the world donated money and materials and did their best. The whole country was immersed in grief, and people prayed silently, hoping that they would build their homes as soon as possible. Love makes our life full of harmony and the world full of love!

A look, a smile, a gesture, and a tiny movement all make us feel that the world is no stranger. The famous singer Cong Fei has been subsidizing poor students for many years, giving them care that many parents can't give. What he got was that when Cong Fei himself was terminally ill, no one came to visit him. Cong Fei gave love to others, found happiness in love, and formed an indissoluble bond with children. There is a story that in a relatively water-deficient place, each person is limited to 3 kilograms of water, and every day, there are fixed people who go to distant places to transport water. How precious water is to animals and plants! That day, on the way back, the water delivery team was blocked by an old cow. He wants to drink water? ! No matter how people chase it, the old cow won't leave. The driver lashed the old cow angrily, but it remained indifferent. Later, people made an exception and gave it a basin of water, which was exactly 3 kilograms. But the old cow didn't drink it, but it led to everlasting happiness. At this time, a calf came running from behind the hill, and it drank the water with people's surprised expression. Many people left moving tears. Perhaps this is the best interpretation of love!

Love makes the iceberg snow melt; Love brings people closer together; Love makes people live in harmony with nature. With love, you will find that the world will become beautiful.

Love is our common language!

From the moment our life was conceived in our mother's belly, her mother injected us with a little selfless love. Motherly love, great love is speechless.

I don't know how to describe my mother's love for me in words. I like every good time with my mother.

I like to go straight to the kitchen when I get home, put down my schoolbag and reach out from behind to steal the delicious food that my mother just fried. "Pa", was gently hit on the back of the hand. "Little greedy cat, how many times have you said to steal food without washing your hands?" Mother pretended to be angry, but her eyes were full of smiles. Naturally, I was presumptuous and threw my arms around my mother's waist and said, "After a day's class, people are hungry. Besides, my mother's fried dishes are the best."

My mother scraped my nose: "Go wash your hands and set the table." "Yes!" I ran away happily, and when I left, I didn't forget to steal a piece of fried meat, put it in my mouth and chew it happily, enjoying the smell of my fragrant mother.

I like to compete with my mother for washing clothes, imitate my mother, wear a small apron and rub it around seriously. My hands trembled in the clear water and my skirt was wet with water. "Oh my god, are you washing clothes? Don't put on too much soap. Little ancestors, this washing method, clothes didn't wash a few times have to be washed by you ... "

"Mom, you have a rest today, so leave it alone." I pushed the "off-site guidance" out of the bathroom. "Please sit down, have tea and watch TV." My mother shook her head helplessly and let me tinker.

The clothes are hung up, and in the golden sunshine, it is a golden mood. Although my mother is still nagging me about my "poor workmanship" and my clothes can't be cleaned, I can feel her golden smile in the sunshine.

When I am free, I like to be bored with my mother and lie on her lap and ask her some stupid questions. Childhood memories, childhood fun, small ideals, silly wishes, my mother always smiles and repeats those familiar and fresh topics about me over and over again.

In the world of love, there is a kind of love that needs no words, and that is great love. People say: "Motherly love is the greatest!" No, I think, love is equally great!

In a rainy day, I can't help but think of that touching thing again.

That day, before school was over, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a huge roar in the sky, followed by a "sword" shining with white light piercing the chest of the dark clouds. School is almost over, why hasn't anyone come to pick me up yet? I craned my neck anxiously and looked around the window.

"School is over!" Students rushed out of the classroom one by one and were picked up by their parents. "Why hasn't it come yet?" I was looking around like an ant on hot bricks. Finally, the elderly grandmother appeared. "grandma! ..... "I rushed over and threw myself into grandma's warm arms. "oh! How many times have I told you not to get caught in the rain? " Grandma said, while pulling me into grandpa's tricycle. Who knows that just halfway, the car suddenly slammed out. "What should I do?" "cart!" Grandma said and got off with grandpa. "I will help you, too!" Say that finish, I jumped out of the car with a whoosh. "Don't help, don't get wet." Grandma pushed me into the car without saying anything. Grandpa is in front, grandma is behind, and they push the car in tandem. Grandpa pulled hard in front and grandma pushed hard behind. It's too difficult. They are in close contact with the rain from time to time. Although the weather is very cold, from time to time they see the sweat as big as beans rolling down their cheeks. I sat in the car, looking at grandma's wrinkled face and grandpa's "sick leg", tears suddenly poured out of the box, and my heart gushed with endless gratitude and guilt. Usually, I always get angry with them and don't listen to them. They cook good food for me every day, but I never say thank you. Their concern and love for me cannot be expressed in words. Without their encouraging eyes, I would be a lost lamb. Their words lit up my heart. Shouldn't I be grateful to them?

The feeling of love is happiness; Love is pure; Love is beautiful; Love is selfless and great. Love is speechless!

She was born in the season when flowers are in full bloom, and should be as beautiful as Bai Yutang, but her leg disease destroyed Di Anna's healthy body and made her feel inferior. /kloc-in the spring of 0/6, this dying wild rose received a beam of light from her father's love, which directly turned into a good flower, activating her confidence buried in her heart for a long time and making her blossom one petal after another!

Because of his father's love, Di Anna's future is no longer helpless, hesitant and confused; Because of the great father's love, Di Anna's rambling life avenue will mark the direction; Because the sacred fatherly love is like the stars in the horizon, which lights the lamp of life for Di Anna and illuminates every step of her progress.

In fact, in the trajectory of our growth, the shadow of our father is everywhere. What my father did to us was not vigorous, but he was everywhere and meticulous. Even in those white lies, I know my father's love. Finally, I will understand that there is such extraordinary love in ordinary life.

When will the wild rose outside the window bloom with confident and strong petals? Only under the protection of father's love will it be beautiful forever!

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On the third day after the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan, in a small tent, a woman was opening her skirt and nursing many children. None of them were her own, so we remembered her name-People's Police, but we remembered more her other name-Mom.

Motherly love, when we mention this word, we will think of the poem "Wandering Sons": "My mother is in the middle of the team, making clothes for her wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three chunhui! " Yes, children are priceless to mothers. For the sake of children, I conceived in October and fell to the ground once, suffering and suffering, feeding and raising. There is a saying that before leaving, "a child travels a thousand miles, and his mother is worried." He sewed the flying needle thin and evenly, for fear that it would not be fastened and the child would wear it soon. As a son, how can he repay his mother's kindness Just as the tiny grass can't return the warmth given to it by the spring sunshine, yes, the son's heart is so insignificant compared with maternal love!

This poem takes a detail: "My son is going to travel far away, and my mother is full of love to sew clothes for her son, stitch by stitch, stitch by stitch. How much love, grief and concern does my mother incorporate!" In fact, in life, mother's love is more than this one thing! Eating, sleeping, dressing and going to school "is something my mother doesn't care about." Many mothers in China have been dedicating themselves to their children in obscurity, even willing to sacrifice their lives for their children. In this year's Wenchuan earthquake, there was such a young mother who leaned against the collapsed wall and lay a child only a few months old under her, which made the mother remembered by the world write a short message on her mobile phone at the last moment of her life.

This scene is enough for us to deeply appreciate the great maternal love praised in Ode to a Wanderer in an instant. A "seam" and a "fear" show the continuous love of mothers to their children. The author Meng Xiao was poor all his life, but he was cautious. He writes poems with words and sentences to avoid mediocrity and his poetic style is cold and steep. The broad and selfless maternal love cultivated in Ode to a Wanderer has spread widely.

A song "Only a mother is good in the world" brought me back to reality from Meng Xiao's Ode to a Wanderer, and my heart suddenly brightened up. People all over the world feel the same way. I wish all mothers in the world health and happiness!

The morning sky is dark and uncomfortable, and it seems that my heart is covered with dark clouds.

"Boom", thunder, a scratching, the whole sky was torn by lightning.

"Hua" rain came, very suddenly, very fast, more and more severe, people were caught off guard.

Outside the window, it's gray. Although the window is closed, you can still hear the rain. Rain fell from the sky and fell into a small puddle on the ground, ringing and rippling.

"Finished, finished! It's raining so hard that I don't have an umbrella. What can I do? " I muttered in my mind and spent the whole morning anxiously.

Near school, the rain is not so strong, and my heart finally feels better. Walking on the playground, there are still some drops of rain dripping from my hair and shoulders, and the cool breeze blows gently and the chill attacks people. I couldn't help tightening my clothes and timidly walked to the school gate.

"Oh my God! Why is dad here? " Before I could speak, my father gave me the umbrella without saying anything or asking. I walked forward with an umbrella in my hand, followed by my father. Silent all the way, returned home.

At home, my mother is cooking. "I finally came back and found you!" Your father has been waiting there since eleven o'clock, fearing that he won't see you for a while and you will go home in the rain. "

Oh, my God, 1 1 o'clock! Did I hear you right? There is still an hour before school is over, and dad is waiting there. I can't believe my ears, my nose is sour, and something seems to be rolling down in my eyes. I don't know if it's because of the weather or other reasons.

There is a kind of love as noble and great as maternal love, but deeper than maternal love. That kind of love is called fatherly love. Perhaps, we can call it love without words, but the way it loves is better than all the love in the world. This is the most precious love in the world.

Great love is silent and deep.

Love without words composition 8 Father loves mountains. Some people say that maternal love is like water, brother's love is picturesque, and sister's love is like a cloud, but I think father's love is like a mountain!

The meaning of fatherly love is that my father, like a mountain, gave me support. My father, although he doesn't talk much, always pays for us silently. My father is a courier and works in a courier company. Rain or shine, he always goes out early and comes back late. Father's face was tanned by the sun, tall and thin. When I am sick, he always takes me to the hospital first; When my grades suddenly drop, he will teach me patiently; When my grades improve, my father will encourage me to continue my efforts with applause. When I need help, my father always extends a warm hand to care for me. One night, I was sleeping, but it was raining cats and dogs, with thunder and lightning and dark clouds. I suddenly found myself with a high fever. I told my parents that my father came to pick me up quickly, my mother picked up an umbrella and ran to the hospital. My mother leaned against my father, but my father kept leaning against my head and got caught in the heavy rain. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me an injection and the fever went away. Father wiped the rain and sweat from his face and smiled. Only then did I find that my father's clothes were soaked.

This is my father. He always cares about me silently. He is like a mountain, supporting us. He is my good father.

Love is a wordless composition 9' As long as everyone gives a little love/the world will become a beautiful tomorrow …' I believe this song is familiar to everyone! Indeed, there is love between people, so it is easy to get along; Family members have love, so they are harmonious; There is love between us, so it is better; ..... So, there is love in the world, and tomorrow will be better. Love is sacred, there is no need to talk about how much you have lost, how much you have gained, and there is no need to pay attention to returns. We should pay with our heart and treat love with our heart. Although God has given us infinite love, have we really had an endless day? If there is such a day, it will be too late for us to regret it. So from now on, we will give our love and dye the sky with love.

Love is wordless and needs no words. It is best to act with your heart. In the Yushu earthquake, volunteers held up a blue sky hand in hand, some moved bricks, some comforted the masses, and some helped to find people ... These were unremarkable moves, but they entrusted all their feelings. There is also a voice that exaggerates love. An old lady accidentally fell down on the road, and a strange aunt ran forward and said,' Old lady. "Are you all right?" This sentence may seem bland and has no lasting appeal in everyone's eyes, but it is extremely powerful. Examples like this abound in life, but have we taken them seriously? From now on, we can protect a green land, help the elderly cross the road and chat with them. ...

Let our life bloom for others once. A dedication is a flower, a greeting is a flower, and a blood donation is a flower ... We are the flowers of the motherland, and we have the responsibility to bloom for others ... Let's work together to build a beautiful home and let love spread all over the world.

Love without words composition 10 People often say: "Father loves mountains, mother loves water." My father is like a mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and my mother is like a deep pool, dedicated to me.

In order to bring me up, my parents willingly gave their all. Now, as a sixth-grade student, I feel your love for your daughter more deeply. You have done your best to dress warmly so that I can eat well; You work hard for my study. ...

One year, when I was playing at my grandmother's house, I accidentally fell down and broke out in pain. When my parents heard the news, they quickly interrupted their business and came from an important client to take me to the hospital, which delayed a major event. When I arrived at the hospital, you carried my photos and laboratory tests from the second floor to the sixth floor, and from the sixth floor to the second floor ... My father was old and I grew up, and I could feel my father's panting. Feel dad's heavy footsteps; I feel how anxious my father is. I was really touched at that time.

Mom and Dad, I have grown from a few kilograms when I was born to dozens of kilograms now, from a child who knows nothing to an excellent student. How much effort you have devoted to me in the past ten years! But how can I repay you? I know that it is probably the best way to repay only with excellent grades and excellent performances.

Thank you, gentle and virtuous mother! Thank you, smart dad! I love you! Love you forever!

Grade 6 of Humen Chinese-English Experimental School: Peng

Another cloudy day 1 1.

The weather is sultry, the leaves on the tree stop swinging, and even the noisy cicada has no sound. Dark clouds are gathering, and a storm is coming.

Sure enough, before the last class was finished, the rain poured down. After school, I didn't see the rain weakening at all.

"It's okay." The school is not far from home anyway. Let's get wet in the rain. "I said to myself, to comfort myself without an umbrella.

Walking to the school gate, I didn't have any hope, but I was looking forward to seeing that familiar figure.

Looking around, there is no expected result. Although I know that the result must be like this, I still don't feel empty. Looking at the students who have parents to pick them up, my nose is sour, and hot tears slide down, but the next second is mixed with rain.

I wiped it casually, not knowing whether it was rain or tears, and strode home. But I didn't expect the rain to stop just after a few steps. I was surprised at the speed of the weather change, but when I looked up, I saw a familiar umbrella, which was my father's umbrella!

I looked at my father, and he was as silent and expressionless as ever. He just replaced the umbrella with one hand, put his arm around me with the one close to me, and held the umbrella with the other hand.

That umbrella, tilted from the perspective of love, makes it impossible for a drop of rain to fall on me.

Father's love in the rain, even without saying a word, will not affect the purity and greatness of that love.

Love without words composition 12 white-haired, so conspicuous, proudly standing on my father's head, just to add to the vicissitudes my father has experienced.

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After I was born, my father gave up the opportunity to work hard outside, the ambition he set when he was young, and the dream he had when he was a child. I resolutely returned to my hometown, just to make me grow up happier. I vaguely remember the days when my father accompanied me when I was a child. Every day with my father is so happy and fulfilling. When I was a child, I liked playing with my father best. Being held high by my father is the happiest thing in my life. I rode on my father's shoulder and saw the black hair on his head, which made me curious. Trying to tear it off his father's head by hand. From time to time, my father would pretend to groan in pain, and at the same time, he would try his best to send me off his shoulder. Every time I was sent down by my father, I would pout and hold it high to show my dissatisfaction. My father looked at it and smiled at me assiduously. At that time, my father's hair was so smooth and black.

I don't know when my father's hair changed, and it no longer has its previous blackness and luster.

It was a year ago in winter, and my father took me home on a snowy day. Although it is snowing, it is only a light snow. Not only is there no chill, but it is a bit more comfortable. Along the way, my father didn't say much, but every word revealed my father's deep love for me. When I got home, my father put me by the fire and got up to pick up my sister who was about to leave school. My sister's school is in the village, not far from my home. But after all, it's snowing, and my father doesn't trust my sister to go home alone. I glanced at my father before he left. Unexpectedly, I found a few white hairs on my father's head, which were very conspicuous. Seeing my father's white hair reminds me of many past events. I just don't know when my father has white hair.

Father left, leaving me alone. My eyes are full of tears, and my father's white hair shines in them. I see, this time I really understand my father's love for me.

It turns out that every father's hair is a book, a book full of children's history. When we grow up step by step, our father grows old step by step. When we grow up, will we still remember our beloved father? Will my father's white hair still rise?

Love is a wordless composition 13 An unspeakable love, a love that is easily overlooked. If you savor it carefully, love is wordless.

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When we praise the maternal love that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea, we often ignore another kind of love hidden around us-fatherly love. Because he is deep and inarticulate, he is often misunderstood and ignored by us, but he often knows that great love is silent in the end.

No matter when, I am speechless, including that time.

That time, after school on Saturday, I went out to play with several classmates, and I didn't have the idea of going home until the sun set in the west. It suddenly occurred to me that I was out without telling my father.

I ran home out of breath, hesitated at the door, took out the key and put it back in my pocket. Finally, I crustily skin of head and opened the heavy door. I heard the clear bell ringing in my ear, and I heard my heart beat faster.

Dad is sitting on the sofa. I dare not neglect him. I put down my backpack and walked painfully to my father, waiting for the storm to come. The result was beyond my expectation.

"You go home once a week, go out and say hello to your parents ..."

Dad's earnest tone and platitudes made me unbearable in the rebellious period. The attitude of admitting mistakes has long since vanished, and I have changed my face to disdain. "Don't you come back late for a while? What's the matter! "

Dad just looked at me, the olive Adam's apple moved up and down, opened his mouth several times, but never made any noise, so he turned his back.

He stopped criticizing me because he went home once a week? Or because I broke his heart, he doesn't want to talk about it anymore? There is no textual research. I regret my rude words just now. I felt a warm thing hit my cold shadow.

I stopped talking, just silently kept those dismissive words in my heart. Simple words, less reprimand, less severity, but full of deep love.

There is no gorgeous lily, no fragrance of orchids, just a small potted grass. There is no soda stimulation, and it is not as sweet as fruit juice. Just a cup of light tea, the entrance may be bitter, but you will understand the taste after careful tasting.

Perhaps this is the apt metaphor of father's love, and his love is all in words.

It seems that the lights are dim. You light up the whole space ... and the whole world with your body and your love. ...

You have no regrets. As a people's teacher, you have done your duty. Wenchuan earthquake, you squatted on the desktop, protected the students below with your body, propped up the green umbrella of life for them and built a bridge of hope. You ignited their hope for life and gave them a second life.

Countless rubble fell on your back, you didn't dodge, you didn't shout, you just kept protecting students under the table, fell on the table and burned yourself unscrupulously. If you have knowledge in the spring, you will be happy, because they survived, continued your life, and spread your spirit everywhere, just like dandelion seeds, where they float, they will take root and sprout.

Your great achievements show your heroic qualities and write legendary poems. The wind swept across the water, leaving ripples; Sunlight passes through the water, leaving warmth; Years pass through the Woods, leaving annual rings; You walked through the world, leaving countless magnificent songs of triumph and attracting countless touching tears from the world.

You are a ship. If you choose your own route, you will have no regrets and sail forward. You are blue grass. If you find your own empty valley, you will not be afraid of loneliness, but will only exude fragrance. You are a trickle. If you decide your own mountain stream, you will not be afraid of obstacles and try to penetrate one side. When there is no trace in the time cycle, people can always find something hidden behind a long play. Even if the clouds are rolling, even if the tide is calm, even after ten or even a hundred years, your love will not fade, bloom with dazzling brilliance, reflect people's hearts and become a moving story, which has been told all the time. ...

Your love has no regrets; Your love is great and magnificent; Your love is duty and faith. Love is speechless, because your love illuminates the whole space and the world. ...

When I was a child, I was very naughty. I always turned around my mother and asked questions.

Usually, my mother acquiesces that I am her satellite-running and jumping tirelessly beside her, and I am also very happy.

But when you reach the sidewalk or cross the road, you are deprived of this right and have to follow like a little follower.

One day, my father was on a business trip, and my mother and I went out for dinner. I hummed a little song and walked side by side with my mother, only to see her slow down and go around from behind me to my left. I sped up, bypassed my mother, changed direction and moved on. My mother took my hand and gently pulled me back to her right. This aroused my curiosity. Why does my mother have to pull me back? Driven by a stubborn force, I went to my mother's left again, and my mother dragged me back to her right. I'm confused. "Mom, why don't you let me go here?" There was a hint of incomprehension and anger in his tone. "No, it's dangerous." Mom said, seemingly inadvertently, like blurting out, but mixed with a touch of tenderness, revealing a little concern.

"Hum, danger, danger. Adults always tell me that danger is danger. Can't I walk freely because of this danger? Really boring. " I whispered. Under the cover of the wind, my mother didn't hear my heart.

Finally, I went to the restaurant, ordered food, ran to a table by the window and sat down. I lay on the window glass and looked out with rapt attention. The traffic on the road is endless, just like a colorful exercise. It's beautiful. I think my mother won't let me stay on the left because she wants to see the scenery.

It was not until I grew up that I realized that walking in the traffic, my mother walked on my left, to protect me. It is such a meticulous action that includes my mother's care, care and love for me.

Love is speechless!

Now that I'm grown up, it's my turn to go left.