Essays on the theme of love are more than 600 words, essays, and narrative essays are acceptable

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There are many kinds of love, they represent different meanings, there is the love of parents for their children, which is selfless; love between friends, that is pure; Our love for the poor is a sincere ......But I think the most memorable thing is the love that parents have for their children, and I am touched by the love that my parents love me like that. In this world, who has not bathed in the love of their parents, who has not experienced the care of their parents? I also have a dad and mom who thinks about me all the time and cares about me.

My dad could not have been more appropriately described as "strict father". He was very strict with my study and life. He set a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework conscientiously.

Is your dad you? Childish, I nodded vigorously to show "Extraordinarily harsh, not ordinary!" "Now, every time I face the whole class after every exam.

When I finished first and second, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good. I can't thank him enough for that! My mom is the quintessential "loving mother".

She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every detail. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my cravings. Every weekend, she didn't have to rest, so she started washing my dirty clothes, and the next morning she put them at the head of my bed.

Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed medicine, and she had to get up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt was covered ......Now that my parents and I are in two countries, when I read in their letters, "Is it good to study?" When I heard the familiar and gentle tone of "remember to wear more clothes" in **, I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, the love of parents is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its presence all the time.

Warm love.

There are all kinds of love in the world, no matter what kind of love it is, it needs to be realized in concrete actions. Everyone has love, and everyone will grow under the care of love. Family affection and friendship will also bring us infinite happiness and laughter.

I remember one time, when my sister and I were going shopping, something happened that I will never forget. There was one standing on the street.

A little boy of eight or nine years old, thin and tall, wearing a white dress and a pair of blue jeans. He leaned one arm against the wall, his forehead pressed against his arm, and cried loudly.

A few passers-by walked up to him and asked, "Why are you crying?" "He didn't speak, he kept crying.

Again, they asked, "What the hell is going on?" What are you crying about?

You tell me to see if I can help you. He let go of his arm and cried and told them that he and his mother were shopping here and accidentally got separated. The first time he came here, he was not familiar with the road here, and he came here after looking for a while by himself, and he was so scared that he cried.

He cried and covered his face with his arms.

At this time, my sister and I gathered around. One of the aunts asked, "Why don't you call your mother, how much is her mobile phone?"

The little boy said a string of numbers, and a girl hurriedly took out her mobile phone and started to play. Connected, the girl told the mother where her son was and told her to come quickly. My sister and I comforted the little boy and told him not to cry because his mother was coming over.

After a while, his mother arrived. As soon as she saw the little boy, she held him tightly in her arms. The onlookers saw it and smiled.

The mother thanked the people who had helped the little boy, and everyone said that they did not need to thank each other, that they should help each other. In the end, everyone went their separate ways.

Faces that I don't know each other, but the smile is so sweet, a person who has never been in contact, but the heart is so beautiful. Everybody is so friendly, everybody is so welcoming, everybody is so kind. Love connects our hearts; Love, so that the world is no longer lonely.

Let you and I extend a warm hand and fill the world with love.

Mother's love is like water, and father's love is like a mountain.

When it comes to "love", we are no strangers. There are traces of love between teachers and students, between relatives, between neighbors, and even between people who have never known each other. Love in a glass of fragrant milk in the morning; Love is in the bright and warm sunshine; Love is in the spring breeze of Hexi; Love is in the cordial greetings and smiling faces of any person.

Love is all around us.

When the weather is cold, my mother brings a dress for you to put on, and the whole body is immediately warm. No, it's more of your mother's love that warms your heart. When writing homework, I made a typo, and when I sat down, I handed me an eraser and sent a smile.

I must be very happy in my heart, and I write smoothly and write like a god. Is it the clean workbook and neat writing that make us happy? No, it is the love of our classmates, and the friendship of everyone gives us strength, makes us feel comfortable and full of academic energy.

When the test results are sent down, it is very unsatisfactory, and you are in the midst of self-blame and grief, and the teacher pats you on the shoulder, comforts you, and encourages you. The warm current wells up in my heart, and I am determined to study hard, live up to everyone, and live up to the teachers who have worked hard to cultivate me. This is the love of the teacher, the love of the teacher and the student makes you forge ahead, turn grief into strength, and stand up bravely again.

There are many people who are patient with Mo Fengxia: the impoverished Hong Zhanhui took in a sister who was not related by blood, and provided her with school, calling him a man. Take care of her and take care of her.

Let's ask, who can adopt a lonely little girl who has never met each other in a pot? This is not only the virtue of the Chinese nation, but also the action of this family. Love is all around us.

The flowers bloom because the sun gives them love, the willows sprout because the rain gives them love, the peach and plum bear fruit because Mother Earth gives them love, and the crops ripen because the farmer uncle gives them love. We mourn the defenders, outside of us.

The strange words opened, and the thought was not very strong. But the rice-sized flower still struggled to give off its full fragrance. This fragrance is a love for the world.

It doesn't expect anything in return, and it's even easy to forget. It is silently adding color, a reminder, and a love to this world. It is the embodiment of love.

True love is not reciprocated. As long as there is a place in the world that can accommodate osmanthus flowers, it is the existence of love.

Every love is unassuming. Ordinary, but noble. Every love has a noble silicon element that cannot be analyzed by chemistry.

With a little love from everyone, the world will be a better place. May the fragrance of osmanthus around us become more and more intense. The original life is more and more fragrant.

May we all be able to exude this intoxicating fragrance. The original world is full of 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!

A father's love is like a mountain.

A father's love is like a mountain, and his daughter is the grass in this mountain; A father's love is like the sea, and his daughter is a fish in this sea.

People say, "Mother's love is selfless, and father's love is wordless." "Perhaps many people, like me, have deeply experienced maternal love, but neglected the wordless father's love.

Thanksgiving, a familiar word, but not a hot topic. With a grateful heart, thank those who have been kind to you.

Mother is indeed great, a small action, mother can find the difference, and it is also the mother who remembers in her heart. My father always gave silently, but he would not say how great and amazing he was. What you usually see and feel, that is, your mother cares about you very much, and your father always pays little attention to it, but who knows?

My father had already taken this to heart.

I read a story about a boy who came home because he broke his foot. On the way, a few friends saw him off, and just as he was about to reach the door, his father came out and said that he had something to do and wanted to go out.

He said to the boy, "Remember to take the medicine, I'll go out." After that, he left.

The boy cried, saying that his father was indifferent to him and did not care about him. However, none of them saw that at that corner, the father's eyes rested on the son, watching him go home ......

Love is a kind of responsibility, gratitude is a kind of wisdom, human beings have been grateful since ancient times, and gratitude is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Those who are kind to you, even if they are lighter than the feathers, should not be forgotten. What's more, is it such a great fertility and nurturing affection of father's love and mother's love?

The remnant sun is like blood, and the back of his father, who is stretched by the setting sun, looks a lot older. I spent twelve springs, summers, autumns, and winters without realizing this. Now, after seeing this, I cried, I don't know, for 12 years, my father has always been running around for me, busy.

Even when you are old, you don't necessarily have to change your children to your father.

When I was a child, my parents came over. So hard, hard, how can you be so cared for as an outsider? If one day, you lose two people who take such great care of you, gratitude, you must have come to mind, regretting that you didn't care about your parents.

So, from now on, gratitude is a part of my life, a topic that cannot be missing, a reminder that parents cannot be tired.

Fatherly love is also selfless! Also priceless! Because the love of the father is not as great as the mountains, but far exceeds all the mountains ......