Student, help me write an essay on love 600 words.

Write about caring for the disabled, the elderly.

My parents' love for me is unquestionable, but the way they express it is very different. Mom is always kind and encouraging, and Dad is always warning and criticizing. In life, everyone needs encouragement no matter what they do, so that everyone can continue to work hard to the end, but there must be a kind of criticism that finds your shortcomings, and always warns you:

Be careful brother, pay attention, summarize and improve. "This will enable us to fill in our own shortcomings, give better play to our own strengths, and improve ourselves. This has often happened in my life.

Once, when I had just learned to ride a bicycle and was not yet skilled, I wanted to ride my bike on the road like an adult. I begged my mother, "I want to ride my bike out on the street, okay?"

Of course. Mom didn't think about it, "You can do it, and you can be more proficient!" "I triumphantly went to look for the key.

At this time, my father said, "With your stinky level, don't go out and make trouble!" I angrily retorted, "Who said I was a bed bug level?" I'll go out and ride it for you! With that, I walked out of the house.

I rode a few laps around the neighborhood and looked for a feel. After that, I plucked up the courage to ride out of the neighborhood. I didn't dare to go to the busy streets because I had to admit that my dad was right - my level was very low.

I rode very carefully in the empty, quiet alleys, and I hurried home after five minutes of the clock.

I know that "more skilled" and "stinky" are both ** love. With my mother's encouragement, I was full of confidence; I was cautious at my father's warning; In short, no matter how much encouragement makes me happy, I don't get carried away; No matter how frustrating the criticism is, I don't give up halfway.

Love is expressed in different ways, so I continue to work hard with the encouragement of love and correct my mistakes under the criticism of love. I grew up happily under the protection of this love.

Thanksgiving for mother's love.

The most selfless, greatest, and noblest love in the world is motherly love. In my study and life, my mother gave me meticulous care, and in my mother's care, I grew up healthy and happy.

Whenever I encountered difficulties, my mother was always with me. I remember one time, I got sick due to eating something unclean, and I had a fever and diarrhea all night. My mother was very anxious, she helped me take my temperature for a while, and helped me get medicine for a while.

The next morning, I opened my eyes to see her bloodshot and tired face. I know she hasn't closed her eyes all night. But she still said to me with a smile on her face

Is it better? "Listening to my mother's words, my heart was sour.

Mom is also a "hardcore" supporter of mine. Whenever I got good grades, my mother always gave me a thumbs up in the distance and blessed me; Whenever I failed, my mom always encouraged me to keep trying. What I remember the most is that when I participated in the provincial guzheng competition in 2007, we went with three good friends, and their results were better than mine.

When I learned the result, I was so upset that I couldn't stop crying. My mother gently wiped away my tears, pulled me aside, and whispered to me: "The result of the competition is not important, the important thing is that we have the courage to participate this time, and we have seen the advantages of other students, and we have also found our own shortcomings.

Mother's love is countless, and mother's love exists everywhere and all the time. My mother's love is like a sea of flowers, and I am like a little bee placed in it, flying freely in this sea of flowers, collecting all kinds of pollen to my heart's content. I also want to be like a little bee, dedicated to my mother's countless sweetness, dedicated to my mother's countless smiles.

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Volume. At this time, I read Ye Xin's touching deeds and remembered.

Write for the flowers that nurture the future of the motherland - teachers.

There are a lot of touching essays, do you either?