350 words on the composition of love

1, "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, I get three rays of spring". Every time I read Meng Jiao's poem Wandering, I think of my mother's love for me.

I will never forget that when I first went to school, my mother took me to and from school and taught me to write and draw. It's raining, and my mother gave me an umbrella in the rain. I remember once, I caught a cold and had a high fever. My mother drove me to the hospital for an injection. On the way back, my mother accidentally sprained her foot and had to limp me home. Every day, my mother is very busy at work, and sometimes she can't go home on time. Even so, my mother will go home as soon as possible, cook for me and do housework late. Because of this, I am among the best in my class. I'm really happy to have such a mother.

One of my mother's greatest characteristics is that she speaks like a megaphone. I used to say "goodbye" to the bed at the end of class time. "Son, get up! I am going to be late for class! " I was shocked when I heard this. I quickly got dressed and got up for dinner ten times faster than usual. When I got everything ready and heard my mother laugh, it was only 7 o'clock! Alas, I was cheated by my mother's exaggeration again. Under the urging of my mother, I have developed a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and I am never late for school.

But how much love the grass has, I get three rays of spring. Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. I am like a small tree, thriving in the sunshine of maternal love.

2. There are many kinds of love in the world: parents' love for us is severe and kind, friends' love is pure, and relatives' love is sincere ... But what impressed me most was really my parents' love for me.

Mom is a typical loving mother. One afternoon after school, I was walking out of the school gate. The cloudless sky in Wan Li has been transformed. This is a doll's face. The howling wind shook the branches. Soon, the dark clouds just on the battlefield have occupied the whole sky, and it is raining cats and dogs. At this point, I had to go back to school at a loss, thinking: what can I do? Ding-ding, a car bell broke my thinking, and a familiar figure emerged in the heavy rain. Ah, my sick mother came to pick me up. After sitting on the bike, I couldn't bear to feel bad when I watched my mother panting on the bike. "Mom, why are you wet?" The only answer is a sigh, and my nose hurts.

At this moment, I remembered that poem: a loving mother's thread makes clothes for her wayward son's body ... maternal love is great and selfless.

Dad is a loving father, and he will receive messages of encouragement and concern from his father every few days at home. Whenever I see these short messages, I can't help crying, because every sentence reveals my father's love and yearning for me. He works outside so that I can have a good learning environment and get the best education. In my heart, dad is the greatest and kindest!

Parents' love is a broad leaf, sheltering us from the wind and rain. They broke their hearts for us and bent down with fatigue, but they didn't complain. Parents' love is like air, not only invisible, but also intangible. However, I feel their presence all the time. I am deeply proud to have such parents!

3. Love is in the nuances.

When I was a child, my parents didn't have time to take care of me, so they left me at my grandparents' house. My grandparents regard me as the apple of their eye. But as time goes on, I hate my nagging grandmother more and more. Grandma often tells a little thing. For example, let me eat a meal. I was obviously taking a dish, but my grandmother asked me to take this dish for a while and that dish for a while. I didn't pick up a dish, and she kept asking me if it was bad food or my appetite ... How can I stand it? So I always look at my grandmother with disgust, and my relationship with her is getting worse and worse. Finally, I saw each other and went around. And all this, grandpa saw in his eyes, but he always blamed grandma for being wordy. But ... one day, something happened that made me feel guilty.

I remember that time, grandpa had something to do and asked grandma to take me to school. Along the way, grandma and I didn't talk much. Time flies, and soon I will cross the street to go to school. It's a pity that the traffic lights were being repaired that day, and the car flew past me without any intention of slowing down. I'm afraid to put my foot out. I'm too scared to know what to do. At this moment, a big hand stretched out. It is rough and ugly. It slowly grabbed my cold little hand. It seems magical, and suddenly I feel a warm current flowing all over my body. I looked up, ah, it was grandma! When I looked at grandma's weather-beaten face again, I was shocked. I don't know when, the wrinkles on grandma's face increased a lot, and the hair on her temples turned golden against the sunrise. ...

I hurried to the classroom and my eyes were wet. Yes, love may be in a delicate place, just like an ordinary hand. Ah, grandma, your warm hands and your dedication, I will always remember them.

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