Write a 600 word essay on the topic of Love, but also Love .

I thought, this question shouldn't be asked to me.

Everyone has love, but not everyone can love. In life, there is love, hobbies, and doting. We must not only have love, but also love.

One sunny morning, I was walking down the street, occasionally looking around, when suddenly, a white and red car caught my eye and stopped me. I saw that the car was written with the words "unpaid blood donation", and people got on and off one after another, and everyone who went to donate blood was smiling. They didn't write it to show people how loving they were, but because they all had a sincere heart, that's why they came to donate blood for free.

Looking at their smiles, I really want to feel the warmth of the sun and see the brilliance of the sun. They not only have love, but they will love.

Once, I went to the park to play, and a family of three caught my attention. I saw the little boy riding on his father's neck, "directing" his father to go east and west for a while, and kept saying, "I want to eat ice cream."

Okay, mom bought it for you. "I'm going to eat sugar. "Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you later."

Seeing this scene, I remembered a word - doting. Every pair of parents loves their children, but the way of expressing love is different, some parents will love, some parents will not love, doting is a kind of expression of not loving, walking by the small river in my hometown, I saw that the water is no longer as clear as before, but muddy, no, I will see the belly up fish floating on the water. I'm thinking:

Nowadays, people only talk about caring for animals and water, but what about action? What's the use of people only having love, but not loving?

We must have love in our hearts, and we must know how to love, so that the world can be filled with love and everyone can feel love. Let's remember – to love, but also to love.

The love of our parents is the greatest love in heaven and earth, and since we fell to the ground and came into this world, our parents have begun to love us forever. The love of parents is a kind of natural love for their children. It's like rain falling from the sky, and it is invincible.

There is no greatest, oldest, primitive, greatest, and most wonderful force that can sustain life than the love of our parents for us.

The ancients said: "The line in the hand of the loving mother, the shirt of the wanderer." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. "Mother's love is like the bright sunshine in spring, bringing me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a stable and calm umbrella in the wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; My mother's love always helped me and gave me motivation when I was in trouble. That silky continuous love has become my strong backing, so that I no longer feel empty all the time.

And the father's love is broad and profound, and it is informal. My father's love always gave me the right guidance when I made mistakes. My father's love always gave me the right ...... when I encountered problemsIf a mother's love is as deep as water, then a father's love is as thick as a mountain.

When I talk about my parents, my heart swells with infinite gratitude. My parents have worked hard for my growth, how can I repay this kindness?

Since I was a child, my parents taught me how to do things and how to behave. They told me about the 25,000-mile Long March, told me about ***, ***, told me the story of Lei Feng, Dong Cunrui's bombing of the dark fort ......They told me to be cautious in what we do, to be sincere to others, not to lie, to learn to be tolerant, to learn to respect the old and love the young, to know how to repay kindness, and to know how to be unsuccessful and ...... not to be punished

What is all this for? In the past, I was naïve enough to think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit it was, and sometimes, I always wonder what kind of force motivates them, and I don't understand, but maybe it's a responsibility, a kind of love for children, whether it's selflessness or pity, but there's no doubt about it

They were really nice to us and really took good care of us. Let's take each day for example!

Every morning, my mother made breakfast for me, every day at noon, and every night, she cooked dinner for me, but every time she ate, she was still working. When I was studying in the evening, my father came to tutor me again, teaching me to be serious when I had to do every question, not to be sloppy, and my parents educated me every day for me.

Such every day, constitute a happy us, such a day is ordinary, but also extraordinary, every day is a small thing, there is a big thing, in the face of the kindness of my parents, I should be grateful for the actual action of filial piety, let us all love our parents!

I still remember the two repetitive words "farming" on the occupation column of my father and mother on the application for joining the group, because if I trace the life experience of my ancestors for eight generations, the occupation column is just repeating these two words and writing them a few more times.

I was once asked, "What do you have?"

yes, what do I have? The distance between me and Gao Fushuai is farther than life and death, and the distance from the second generation of officials may be traced back to the late Tang Dynasty and early Song Dynasty. I don't seem to know what I have, but I already know what I've lost, I'm going to lose my iPhone, my watch, my sports car, and I'm going to lose the perfect goddess ...... in my heart

However, a young man with a knife jar told me: cherish what you have!

I still remember the scene when 6 and a half flies were eaten in a bowl of rice in the school cafeteria, because I am still struggling with who stole the half of the flies.

I was once asked, "What do you have?"

yes, what do I have? In the morning, I eat gutter oil fritters, Sudan red salted eggs, drink a nutritious breakfast of melamine milk, at noon is fried pesticide leeks with lean meat, artificial eggs, paraffin refurbished aged rice, and at night urea bean sprouts, gypsum tofu with dyed steamed buns. It is said that the evil in the east and the poison in the west, the southern emperor and the northern beggars have occupied the motherland.

I don't seem to know what I have, but I already know what I've lost, and I'm going to lose my long-cherished wish to defend my family and defend my country and regain my lost land....

However, the boy who put the knife jar told me again: cherish what you have!

I still still remember the scene when the Philippines bullied our fishermen and occupied the South China Sea, because I still hope that China's special forces, which have no equipment and no military rank, can gather in the South China Sea.

I was once asked, "What do you have?"

yes, what do I have? Little Japan, South Korean sticks, Vietnamese monkeys and the cute North Korean Smecta have also copied and copied the practices of Filipino maids, catching fishermen and grabbing islands. Someone said:

If they do not occupy a few small islands in China and detain a few Chinese fishermen, they are embarrassed to say that they are neighbors with China. I don't seem to know what I have, but I already know what I have lost, and I will lose the day when I will see the unification of the motherland.

However, the reappearance of the boy who put the knife jar told me: cherish what you have!

Thanks to the country, to the organization, to the leadership, to the college entrance examination, to the teachers...Trust me: if it weren't for this abominable 700-word limit, I would have been thankful for it forever because I know to cherish what I have!

Let me be verbose: the knife jar hasn't told me what I have.

Mom knits sweaters and cooks for me, and she is able to do the unique work of a rural mother: she designs and sews clothes and shoes for me by herself. Also edition.

Being able to train me strictly like all military mothers and mothers gives me a vigorous and resolute style. My mother can also teach me Chinese, math and English like all teachers, and she is my general tutor.

My mom was very attentive to my education. When I was a kid, I loved to eat snacks, especially jelly pudding. Entangled.

At the end of the semester, after taking one exam, I told my mother which question I had done wrong, and I felt sad.

My mother will say very simply: "Don't say what happened, don't tell what happened, don't blame the past." Then he touched my head and said, "I think about the next class." "Now that I'm older, my mother no longer takes care of me in every detail, on the contrary, walking on the street is my mother's protection.

Love and love.

Our tables and chairs were old, and they squeaked and squeaked when we sat up. I smiled faintly and bitterly, the desks and chairs in our class were originally perfectly coordinated with high-tech computers, projectors and other equipment, and the brand-new table was also very chic to design a hook for the students' umbrellas, but under the destruction of some students, some desks and chairs are now "squeaky and dumb".

I watched the children on TV, the red scarves on their chests bright like a burning fire in the spotlight. They stood stubbornly, but their voices were so soft that they seemed to merge into the melody of **, and the light painted a faint outline for them.

However, our homework is neat and our learning is not bad! "Their voices were suddenly much louder, and I was shocked. "Others compare with me to my parents, and I compare with others to tomorrow!

Their eyes were full of brilliance for a moment, sincerely expressing their love for their parents and life. The thunderous sound of firecrackers outside the window seemed to be cut off from the world for a moment, and their voices echoed in my ears as firm as a declaration.

The heart is full of warm currents, and the words of the poem are indescribable, and I am immersed in this poem.

Silently, I imprinted this poem in the depths of my heart, and it taught me to treasure everything I have now. What I aspire to is a quality of tolerance, to be kind to those around me, whether in life or study, and to repay the warmth they give me in the same way as those who need it.

The children of migrant workers in the cities have very little, but they create much. Their simplicity and enthusiasm are like an uncarved piece of jade, although the edges and corners are somewhat incompatible with the city, but their innocence can purify the foul air in the city. In fact, many children in the city have a very privileged life, and we who grew up in honey pots are so stingy that we refuse to give a little love.

Let those lonely children grow up as strong as we do, they are the flowers of the motherland, the rising sun, and the future of the motherland is also part of their structure. A familiar song echoed in my ears: "As long as everyone gives a love, the world will become a beautiful ...... on earth."