Write a composition on the topic of love.

Love is the warm sun that warms your wet heart; Love is a clear spring that washes away the sadness in your heart; Love is a fire in the dark, which illuminates the direction of your life. Just like the warm wind in spring, the scorching sun in summer, the red leaves in autumn and the snow in winter. It is a plucked guitar, a short poem that croons, a rainbow painted on a canvas, and smoke dancing in the evening.

It is a rare happiness to have an understanding and good father. When I was over one year old, my father wrote many fairy tales and taught me to read them with relish every night. Seeing this affectionate article after article, I realized that my father had taken great pains for me. When I was in primary school, my father talked to me about the past and the present as soon as he was free. In my eyes, my father knows everything. In the sixth grade, the study burden gradually increased, but my father continued to tutor me in history and geography. He said, "it is difficult for junior high school girls to learn these two courses, and they should start from primary school." In the early spring morning, he told me about Genghis Khan, the overlord of a generation; At noon in summer, he told me about the mysterious Bermuda Triangle. Late autumn night, he told me how Madame Curie overcame many difficulties and discovered the new element radium. In the middle of winter, he told me about the Quaternary glaciers in Li Siguang and China ... Under my father's education, I jumped to the top of my class in all aspects of study and became a "talented woman" in my class.

On a cold night, the cold wind roared outside, and the pouring rain poured down at once. The trees were blown to the east and west, and even the moon was too scared to stick its head into the clouds. It was dark and cold outside, and I was scared to hide in the house. Dad went to work and hasn't come back yet. I'm worried: Dad didn't bring an umbrella, so won't he catch a cold when he comes back in the rain? So, regardless of my mother's dissuasion and bad weather, I rushed out of the house with an umbrella. It's raining harder and harder, the road is covered with mud, and the surrounding trees are grinning and screaming at me like countless monsters in the dark. Within a few minutes, my back was sticky. I walk to school with difficulty. I don't know how long it took, but my father finally appeared in my sight. I ran over in ecstasy, regardless of the mud splashing on my underwear. In the rain, my father hugged me tightly. We walked slowly back with an umbrella, and the raindrops as big as beans played a wonderful rhythm on the umbrella. Dad said, "Let's sing!" "In this way, cheerful notes floating in the black world. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse that he actually covered most of his umbrella for me, but half of himself was caught in the rain. I couldn't help crying and quietly pushed the umbrella to him. Dad didn't say anything, and then he pushed over.

When I got home, I saw that most of my father's clothes were soaked, blaming myself for not finding out earlier. As the saying goes, "You can't see clothes when it rains, but you can't hear idle flowers when they fall to the ground." I handed my father a handkerchief and said, "Let's have a look!" " Dad smiled, but I saw his eyes shining with crystal light! Suddenly I feel that my father is the most precious wealth in my life!

The wind is light, the flowers are light, and the rain is continuous. It makes the leaves look bright and colorful, and makes the petals roll with crystal dew. At this time, the water vapor curling up from the steaming teacup in front of me moistened my eyes again. ...