Essay on the topic of Into Love 600 words essay 5

There are too many ups and downs in life. Among the thorns, only family affection allows you to snuggle. —Epigraph.

I love the rainy nights in autumn, and the warm silence in my dreams. I don't think autumn is the beginning of a depression, and in the autumn wind where the leaves are piled up, I walk in love.

Grandma's puff fan.

On summer nights in my hometown, I can always see the scene described by Zhao Shixiu as "frogs everywhere in the grass pond". Look at the shadows of the trees, listen to the cicadas, dream of prosperity, and capture the summer wind. I snuggled up to my grandmother, who patiently fanned me out the heat with a fan.

Humming the old ballad: the boat rocks, the boat rocks. After rowing through the clear Luer Beach, I paddled to my grandmother's house, and my grandmother invited you to eat sugar tea .........

Grandma's hand gently caressed my head, the hand was so warm, and my grandmother's weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles, as if recording her hardships for 70 years. His hair had already turned a little gray, and his calloused rough hands were crawling with earthworm-like veins. I leaned close to my grandmother and listened to the murmuring.

Later, I learned that there was a lot of love hidden in my grandmother's fan.

Mom's Band-Aid.

"The sack was torn open, and water poured down from the cracks. A flash of lightning split the sky in half, and the dark world suddenly brightened. The lightning was even more proud, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and I had never seen such a scene when I was young, and I was so frightened that I fell and cried "wow" in pain, and the sound of the rain covered up my crying.

I wiped my nose and limped home sobbing.

When I got home, grievances swelled in my heart, and tears fell like beads with broken threads. When my mother saw this, she anxiously asked, "What's the matter, baby?"

Why are you crying! How did your leg hurt? Tell Mommy!

I....I fell, it hurts, Mom" "Don't cry, don't cry, Mom has a magic weapon, it doesn't hurt to stick it!" "Mom took out the Band-Aid from the medicine box, and the temperature on her hand was transmitted to my leg through the Band-Aid, and it seemed that it really didn't hurt anymore as Mom said. Mom wiped away my tears with the warm hand of Wild Plum.

Reliving the past, the past is vivid, my mother's magical band-aid, and her delicate hands are full of love.

Daddy's whip.

Look at your grades, what they've dropped. You're in the ** period of learning right now, and you're always addicted to games, how can this work? Don't take my words as wind in your ears, are you listening to me" In the face of my father's questioning, I acted unconcerned.

When my father saw me like this, he snatched the phone from my hand, picked up the whip beside him, and hit me hard, the pain hit my heart. My father's strictness at that time still exists in my heart today. Later I learned that there was love hidden in Dad's whip.

I walked in love, with a slight tremor that had not gone through vicissitudes of life, stirred the heartstrings, and trembled a wave of tenderness.