Is there a narrative about love????????? 450 words. 6th grade, it s urgent

It's better to write your own feelings.

We live in a world full of love everywhere, including the love of relatives, teachers, classmates, friends, and strangers. A drop of water can reflect the sun's brilliance, and love doesn't need to be earth-shattering. Love is in every detail of life, which requires you to find and discover with your heart, and more importantly, you need to feel and experience it with your heart.

What I remember most is the love my mother gave me. My mother worked tirelessly for me and for this family. I know that every late at night, when I fall into a sweet sleep, my mother, she still stays up late at work.

Really, my mother is very hard and very powerful. My mother's work rarely had a few days off, and every time I had a holiday, she always came back to accompany me.

I vividly remember that when I was in the third grade, there was a math test, and I did very badly, only scoring 82 points. The main reason for losing marks is that I didn't check it carefully after doing it, plus I was careless when I did the questions. Alas, if I want to blame myself, I can only blame myself, if I had checked it seriously at the time, I would never have been tested like this.

But there is no regret medicine in the world, so why bother with it today. Like a defeated rooster, I walked upstairs step by step with heavy steps, my head bowed. I think I'm going to let my mother down this time.

Pushing open the door, my mother saw that I was back, so she quickly put down her work and ran over to help me get my school bag, and then, the last thing I wanted happened, my mother asked me, "How much did you score in this math test?" "I held the test paper in both hands and showed it to my mother, and my mother took the test paper and looked at it, for a long time, she said:

It's okay, it's just a test. And as the saying goes, 'failure is the mother of success', how can you meet success without experiencing some failures? Moreover, you failed this exam because of carelessness, I believe you, you will do well next time, right?

I was surprised, I slowly raised my head, a smile appeared on my mother's face, but my heart was sour, very unpleasant, I felt as if I was sorry for my mother, and I secretly made a determination in my heart: next time, I will definitely do well in the exam! This is love, the kind love of a mother.

What touched me the most was the love between our classmates. At the end of this semester, I unfortunately contracted keratitis, and my eyeballs turned from white to red. Not only did they not discriminate against me, but they also asked me what was going on with my eyes, and several of my friends asked me every day if my eyes were better, and they invited me to play games together, which was really touching.

This is love, and it is the love that students are concerned about.

Love, in fact, is really everywhere, love does not need flowery words to describe, does not need to be overly embellished, only you need to find and experience it with your heart. Remember: the world is full of love.

We are indeed a person's way of life, a person's way of life, and a way of life is indeed a good life.

Teacher's love (writing people, memorizing) Our teacher has an amiable appearance, especially those big bright eyes. It can make us feel remorse when we make mistakes and dare not be complacent when we achieve results. Her eyes made me unforgettable, and her words led me to the ...... of successToday is the day of the election squad cadres, and I was afraid that I would miss out on the squadron committee this time, as I lost the election to the squadron committee last time.

I walked to the registration office, and just when I couldn't decide what to report, the homeroom teacher saw my thoughts, and she came to me and said, "You should report to the disciplinary committee, this job can exercise your organizational skills!" "After listening to the teacher's words, I reported to the disciplinary committee with trepidation.

When I got back to my place, I found a note on the table. Open it and look at it - it was written by the teacher: I believe you can succeed!

Self-confidence is the vane of the road to success and the golden key to open the door to success. A person with self-confidence is invincible! Believe in yourself and you will succeed!

After reading this passage, I felt a warm current suddenly stirred up in my heart, and I knew that this warm current was the teacher's love and trust in me! At noon, the teacher called me out of the frolicking crowd and said, "I'm here to help you check your campaign!"

I stood next to the teacher and watched her circle my manuscript, looking up from time to time to tell me which sentence to reread. Looking at the teacher's serious appearance when revising the manuscript, I remembered how my mother looked when she helped me revise the manuscript, and the teacher's love for me was as meticulous as my mother's.

In the afternoon election, I was elected to the disciplinary committee with the love given to me by my teacher! Then I looked back at the teacher, and she seemed to be happier than me. When I was sad, the teacher's love made me clear the dark clouds; When I wavered, the teacher's love made me firm in my faith; When I was discouraged, the love of my teacher rebuilt my faith ......The golden gate of my success was forged by my teacher with love!

This narrative of yours is so vividly written.

Beauty is not in appearance, but in the heart.

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