Essay on The Expression of Love 100 words

Maternal love. You are a big tree.

Spring leans on you to fantasize.

Summer is leaning on you to prosper.

Autumn Leans on you to ripen.

The East Heaven leans on you to meditate.

Your tall and broad canopy.

that the field may never be barren.

Mother: You gave me life.

You are the land that nurtured me.

In times of grief, you are a comforter.

In times of frustration, you are hopeful.

In times of weakness, you are strength.

Shelter from the wind and rain in your little cove.

You have opened my eyes for me.

You are my forever dear friend and the driving force of life.

Love – a word we are no longer familiar with.

Love, let me move Love, a mysterious and true word, sacred and simple emotion, I once ignored its existence, but it has not left, has been with me for 13 years, but I don't know it, profligate. Love, I am moved. The truest love in the world comes from your loved ones.

Yes, my mother's love for me has always been real, my mother's love for me is so much, she gave me life, she gave me my soul, she gave me the truest love of life. Isn't that the truest love? Love, I am moved.

Friend's love is the most simple, it does not have any gorgeous words, it makes me feel a down-to-earth dedication, just like the spring drizzle, soft, although there is no gorgeous color, but there is a down-to-earth feeling, this love can not be replaced, in my heart moved again and again. There is also a kind of love that I will use for a lifetime, this love is different from the former, perhaps, this love is sometimes a little harsh, but he (she) loves us, just like the winter snow covers the young shoots of spring, although it is cold to the bone, but it is to save nutrition for a better life in the future. This love is very ordinary, almost everyone exists in their life, but ordinary does not mean mediocre, this love is the divine teacher love.

As I write this, my hands tremble a little, and some crystal tears seem to blink in my eyes, and I recall the following scenes: a little girl in a red dress is holding a woman's lap, and her mother skillfully combing her pigtails, does that gentle movement also contain love? I gently wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and the fragments of my memories reappeared:

A girl was vomiting, her little face was red from the cold, and when the other girl next to her saw it, she immediately took off her clothes and put them on for her, then swept away the debris and helped her walk step by step. At this moment, another fragment appeared in my mind, in the dim light, a female teacher seemed to be discussing something with her student, who was listening intently. At this time, I suddenly realized, isn't that little girl, girl, and student all me?

I smiled heartily. "It's love, ordinary, simple and sacred. I muttered.

At this moment, love enveloped my heart and moved me with joy.

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Yesterday, God gave me a sacred mission - to help children all over the world grow up happy and healthy. This is something I have been looking forward to for a long time, because I am a lively and lovely little angel, and I very much hope that everyone can have a good childhood like me.

Today, I woke up early, flapped my wings lightly, and flew to Afghanistan. As a result of the military blows caused by the incident, Afghanistan, which was already very poor, was even more in dire straits, and countless children lacked food and clothing, let alone education. As an ambassador of love, it is of course my duty to help them.

I took out my little wand and drew a circle in the air, and suddenly all kinds of food, amusement parks, schools, libraries, ...... appeared on the groundI bring all the children together here, where there is no war, no hunger, only joy and the joy of acquiring knowledge. Seeing the happy smiles on the faces of these children, I couldn't be happier. Leaving the war zone, I suddenly saw a child on the street who had lost both arms writing with his feet.

Yes! There are still so many disabled children in the world waiting for my help, and taking out my magic wand, I set up a center for disabled children. Intelligent robots and smart chairs designed for children with disabilities can help them read, play and live.

I am so happy to see that every child with a disability lives like a healthy child.

As a caring little angel, it is my greatest wish to make children all over the world happy, so that they can all have a wonderful childhood.

After reading "For My Sister".

Today I read an article entitled "For My Sister". It is written about a young boy whose sister is sick and needs a blood transfusion to save her. The little boy was a little hesitant at first, but after a moment he smiled and agreed.

He also said that he would transfuse his blood for his sister. It turned out that the little boy thought that he would die if he gave blood to his sister. When I read this, I realized why the little boy hesitated at first, but I was more moved at this time.

Because we all know that life is only once for everyone, life is regarded as the most precious thing by people. The little boy in the text thought that he would lose his life if he had a blood transfusion, but in this case he actually agreed to give a blood transfusion to his sister, and his spirit was amazing.

Today the teacher is sick, and it just so happens that today is Teacher's Day, and the teacher came to class with us sick, and we both.

I was very moved, and early in the morning, "PHS" stood on the podium: "I don't accept gifts during the holidays this year, but I will accept gifts - I do it myself!" Ahhh

My mine, everyone is scrambling to bring their gifts to the podium, and guess what? Haha, each student made ten paper cranes, a total of 360, "so beautiful!" Teachers will love it!

Well! "Everyone is talking about it!

Ringing bell ring... It's class, it's almost done, and the teacher is here. "Ahem, ahem!

Class. The teacher coughed and said class. 1 2 3, "Happy Teacher's Day, Teacher!"

Thank you – you guys. "The teacher choked, the teacher cried, some students also cried, and everyone remembered that last year, in order to save a classmate, the teacher rolled down the corridor and broke his leg, but the teacher still came to teach us. The teacher held the paper crane and hugged each of our classmates.

At this time, class 6 (1) is the happiest class!