A 600-word love composition

We often feel that teachers are wordy, but everything they tell us is full of love. I want to thank my parents and teachers for their tireless teaching. I will keep these words in mind and take them as a guide. Here are some 600-word compositions about love for everyone to learn.

A 600-word composition about love 1

Time is always irreversible. If I can, I want to go back in time, bend down in front of you and say "thank you".

The troublemakers in the class are making waves again. After a while, you came in with a thick textbook and test paper, and the atmosphere suddenly condensed. You put down your books and papers and start to look at the scores. Everyone put their hearts in their throats for fear of being called to talk if they failed in the exam. When you read me, you paused and heard your score. I'm already satisfied. A hanging heart, finally put down, but this is not the case, I found myself wrong. You only read my name, and students should not be called.

When the bell rang, I watched other students leave with their schoolbags on their backs, and I was ready to leave. "Come with me to the office." When I heard you say that, I barely gave a "Oh". Come to the office with doubts and some resentment about you. But you only said one thing to me: don't ignore small things. The easier things are, the more you will see them. Then let me go. At that time, I only had resentment, didn't care about your words at all, and turned around and left.

By the middle of the semester, the amount of homework is getting bigger and bigger, which makes me feel a little trance every day. It suddenly occurred to me that you said at that time, "Didn't you just tell me to be careful when doing the problem?" The simpler things are, the more attention should be paid! " I still have to say it. There is so much homework now that I can't finish it all day. Why should I care? "There are several exams in this semester, but every time the paper comes down, my heart sinks to the bottom, and the questions I know are all wrong. I don't believe that the same question can be wrong continuously! Maybe you couldn't stand it at that time and were called to your office again. " Last time you said, you didn't listen! I warn you to be careful when you do the problem. You are good. You have made mistakes in the same question. "You said angrily." Don't despise simple questions. Often those words are the core. You are always so careless. Tell me about you, you are not wrong. I told you, the simpler, the more eye-catching. What do you think you are now? "After listening to your words, when I should feel guilty, I am very uneasy and impatient. I think I was wrong. Just pay attention next time.

I failed in the final exam because I didn't listen to you. Looking at the paper with low score, I felt very guilty, and I was accompanied by only two lines of bitter tears. I was called by you again this time. I have lost the frivolity of the past. I'm ashamed that I struggled to come to your office. Before you could speak, I was in tears, and you were not as angry as last time. You just looked at me quietly and handed me a tissue to wipe my tears from time to time. I barely stopped my tears and became silent. You didn't speak, as if waiting for something. "Teacher, what should I do?" This is the first time I asked you. At that moment, you smiled and said to me, "Don't be sad, I am still the same sentence. Don't neglect small things. The easier it is, the easier it is. " I think you will remember this time. "I nodded desperately." Just remember, don't take this achievement too seriously, everyone will make mistakes. Mark my words, if you have anything, you can come to me and learn from me. Don't be too stubborn ... Come on, believe in yourself, just work hard and don't put too much pressure on yourself. "After listening to your exhortation carefully for the first time, I can't help but recall the previous time. I can't help feeling guilty that I should pay attention to the details from the beginning. It's never too late to mend! At that moment, I impressed that sentence deeply in my heart.

With your care and education, I barely got into the county middle school, and your words will never be forgotten! Regret why you don't remember what you said and do what you said. Now every time I do a problem, I will think of your sentence. If I can go back in time, I must bend down and say "thank you for your teaching". I want to hear your advice again. ...

600-word composition on love II

I'm a little careless, and I like to leave things behind. Sometimes in class, I find that I lost a book and forgot a paper. So my mother always nags me that we should have a plan and good habits in our study. After a long time, I felt a little annoyed. I always suggested that she buy some "Jingxin oral liquid" to recuperate.

One morning, I finished the nutritious breakfast specially made by my mother, put on a red scarf and prepared to go out. At this time, my mother came over to help me sort out my collar and asked, "Did you bring a napkin? It is used to clean the table at school. Do you have the key? You can't enter the house without it, you can only wait outside for us to come back. " I said naturally, "I must have brought it." How could I forget to bring such an important thing? " "I don't know. Your keys are always lying around. Didn't I' pick them up' many times? " Mom smiled and helped me pull up the humble little zipper on my schoolbag. "You see, I've packed my schoolbag, and the zipper hasn't been pulled! It's still raining outside. Do you have an umbrella? " "Of course." I squatted down and began to tie my shoelaces. "Did you bring a napkin? You have a runny nose recently, don't wipe it yourself with a napkin! " Mom started the second round of nagging. "Then you can hold it for me." Now, I'm caught by my mother. Holding a napkin, I turned to escape, but my mother caught me. I secretly prayed that my mother would finish her sentence quickly. "Are you sure you brought everything? Books, homework and so on? And ... ""Oh, I brought them all! Leave it alone! It's too late to bother, I'm leaving! " . Before my mother finished speaking, I interrupted her impatiently and rushed out the door and downstairs. I'm sure I haven't forgotten anything.

Another morning, because of something urgent at work, my mother combed my hair in a hurry and went out to work. I had a good breakfast. I'm glad I finally got rid of my mother's nagging and became much quieter. I enjoyed the roadside scenery all the way. Osmanthus fragrans in the community is in full bloom, and I see a dandelion under the tree in the distance. I stepped forward and held it with my thumb and forefinger, wishing for the sunshine. Under my blowing, dandelion slowly flew into the distance. But when I got to school, I found that I not only forgot my key, but also my math book, which made me afraid to see our math teacher all day.

At this moment, my mother's words suddenly sounded in my ear, "Good tidying habits are the best way to solve the problem that you forgot to bring things". My face must be red at this time, and I will never laugh at my mother for letting her buy "Jingxin oral liquid" again.

600-word composition about love 3

Insects sing cicadas, and the night is still early. I scoop up a glass of the clearest moonlight and listen carefully; The smoke is long and the sun is setting. I blocked the warmest afterglow of the sunset and enjoyed the advice; Chrysanthemum residue, wind and rain, I picked up the hottest burning red leaves and chewed them carefully; The warbler swallows a smile. I picked a bunch of the most beautiful exotic herbs and treasured them.

Time flies, time is like a song, and I intercepted the most wonderful piece of music-"Admonition of Love".

At that time, it was an age of laughter and ignorance. Early in the morning, when I was a child, I slept soundly. The wind blows the curtains, raising their beautiful images and brushing my cheeks. Dad's nagging words lingered in my ears again: "get up!" The final exam is coming, get up early to review, boy! Get up! " I rolled over falteringly, trying to sleep for a while.

Unfortunately, dad is not a person who will let go. "Boy, get up early on the day of the big exam, leave enough time to sort out your emotions and calm down. Don't feel too early. Good things are always reserved for those who are prepared. The plan of the day lies in the morning. Remember it in the morning and strike while the iron is hot. It's no use cramming for an armchair strategist. Don't cry and call mom again ... "

I slowly opened my sleepy eyes, lost in thought: Zhao Kuo was a military genius with a very high theoretical foundation, but when he went into actual combat, he was not only shot to death by random arrows, but also killed 400,000 soldiers of Zhao, leading Zhao to the road of national subjugation. I can't make such mistakes. Although I listen carefully in class, my knowledge is not consolidated enough and I lack practical experience. I still need to spend energy to expand and apply my knowledge. Suddenly, I understood the good intentions behind my father's advice.

I slapped a few times, feeling refreshed and preparing for the exam. Yes, isn't this last stop like World War I in Zhao Kuo? The enemy in front is approaching step by step, and the problem is getting harder and harder. This requires stimulating one's potential, trying to reserve knowledge, tackling difficulties and smiling at the examination room. This time, I listened to my father's words and gave myself enough time to sort out my emotions and fight easily.

Outside the window, the sun is shining. Indoor, war. On the other hand, I am very open-minded.

Dad, I'm slowly answering questions now.

Dad, this is a love paper. This love is what you told me day and night.

Dad, you know what? On the way of growing up, it is dark, and you are the light, illuminating my way forward. I will cherish your "love advice" in my heart forever.

Dad, will you give your son the answer sheet of "love advice"

600-word composition about love 4

This is an exhortation of love. Although I didn't listen to her personally, I realized her deep love for me from the simple lines on the paper.

In the summer vacation, I came to Ningbo because my sister works here. She is a nurse who works in a hospital. When I came, I naturally lived with her in the staff dormitory of the hospital.

One night when I was sleeping, my sister said to me, "I'll bring you breakfast from the canteen tomorrow morning." I was used to hearing such words, so I responded in a daze and went on a date with Duke Zhou.

When I woke up the next morning, my sister had gone to work, but I didn't find that breakfast on the table. I don't want to rummage through everything. After eating an apple for breakfast, I began to do my homework.

If you do it, you can't do it anymore. I bit my pen and became more and more angry: Why didn't my sister bring me breakfast? She won't finish it by herself! Or forgot to bring it to me. But she used to bring it to me! I can only eat apples in the morning, and now I'm hungry. When I put down my homework to find something to eat, I suddenly found a note on the table. It scrawled: I didn't bring you breakfast. You can help yourself to some snacks and fruits. There are instant noodles in the cupboard. If you are hungry, you can take them out. Go to the canteen to buy lunch and try to finish your meal. Be sure to have a full stomach at noon, or you will have no energy in the afternoon. You can cook at 10: 30, and use my meal card. Seeing these words, all I have in my heart is moving. The psychology of blaming my sister has long since disappeared, but I still feel a little guilty. My sister leaves me half breakfast every day. I do my homework and watch TV at most in the dormitory, but my sister has to work hard in the hospital and may not have enough breakfast. And she once told me that her meal card in the hospital was swiped by the number of times. She works a few days a month, and the hospital will send it to her several times accordingly, which will not happen often. I bought rice with her meal card at noon, so what did she eat? Can bread or instant noodles fill your stomach? She can eat when she doesn't have to work, and she doesn't have enough lunch at work almost every day.

I picked up the note again and read it carefully. The details above make me warm, and there are words that care about the warmth of my body. This is an ordinary note, but it is unusual because it is full of love, which makes it vivid and touching.

600-word composition about love 5

Persuasion is mutual, and the love hidden in persuasion is often deep and quiet.

On the road of life, there may be some touching or inspiring words, sometimes just love words; But in the origin of memory, my father's exhortation is always dull, rarely heard, dispensable, but engraved in my heart.

My father works in other places and only goes home for 3 or 4 days a week, so the time to meet him slowly flows through my fingers. In my impression, my father is always so strict and silent. Speaking of my study, a circle of cigarettes slowly rises. Are his exhortations and his love expressed through his harsh breathing and his smoke ring?

Actually, it's not like this.

When the teacher came in, the math exam began. The tense atmosphere makes people nervous instantly. I took the test paper with my cold hand and handed it down mechanically. Looking at the test paper, I can't help sweating. When I started to do the problem, I looked at the invincible wall. I thought, the wall can be broken and the problem can be done! Whenever I fall into this topic, my mind will return to that warning. ...

When I was still having breakfast in the morning, my father was already sorting out his briefcase and putting on his shoes. I hurried to prepare breakfast without waiting for what he would say to me. Unexpectedly, my father finished packing and solemnly said to me, "Come on." Just want to eat a bite, the spoon gently hit the rim of the bowl and made a crisp sound. Such a plain sentence without emotional ups and downs and exclamation points has stirred up a thousand waves in my heart. I smiled and said, "Dad, too, work hard!" When my father opened the door and went out, he also paused and nodded. When he went out, his steps seemed to be a little brisk. During the exam, my mind was full of "Please come on." This sentence, perhaps my father's love for me is so unobtrusive, but it is hidden in this seemingly unremarkable exhortation, and my handwriting swishes faster.

Actually, I love my father very much.

I am always ecstatic when my father comes home, not only because he will have a big table of food when he comes back, but also because of my love for my father. Father came back from Changxing Island, and the road is still long, even if he drives, he is tired. At this time, I will be good and won't do anything to make my father unhappy. Father will drink two glasses of wine at dinner, sometimes more. Huang Baihong, my father's wine will change, but I'm worried about my father's health. Often I pat his belly and say, "This belly needs to lose weight! Drink less wine! " Father will smile and say, "OK, OK, listen to your daughter and drink less, OK?" I know my father is sometimes perfunctory, and I don't look down at him at all. When he turned around, he had a big glass full of things. I had no choice but to move out and say to him, "Drink less, not much!" " The father had to peck at the rice, knowing that this was the exhortation of his daughter's love!

Love is mutual, and the exhortation of love is the best interpretation of love and exhortation.