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Whenever my classmates discuss their fathers, I don't want to participate because my father works outside for a long time and has very little time to see each other. I mistakenly thought that I was a child who lacked father's love, until that day...

That year, I was in elementary school with my grandma. Because the house needed to be renovated, my father put down his work outside and returned home. At school, because there is no cafeteria, family members bring food for their children from home. My grandma walks to me every day to deliver food. That day, I was in class when I suddenly heard thunder. After a while, heavy rain came. I was worried that my grandma would be in trouble when she came over for lunch. As I expected, lunch time came and the classmates all started to eat, but grandma didn't come. I stood at the door of the classroom and stretched out my hand to catch the rain. After a while, I vaguely heard the sound of a motorcycle. A shorter man wearing a raincoat and holding something in his arms was running towards me. Is he dad? Closer, closer, until the man was in front of me and said to me: "It's raining and you're still standing outside. What should I do if I catch a cold?" I confirmed that yes, it was Dad. Dad's first time Come and bring me food.

I took the thermos bucket and entered the classroom. Dad packed his raincoat and came in immediately. I sat on my seat and started eating, while my father sat next to me and smiled as he watched me eat. I suddenly felt that the atmosphere was too tense. Was it because my father was watching me eat, or because neither of us spoke for a long time. I kept thinking about asking my dad if he had eaten, but he couldn’t say anything for a long time. Just when I was about to speak, a grain of rice choked my throat. I coughed. My dad smiled and patted my back and said, "Eat slowly." , and no one is trying to grab it from you." He drank a glass of water and didn't say what he wanted to say.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, my father said: "This is the first time I have brought you food, but it is still a little late. Mom and Dad have not been with you because they still want to I want to make money for you to study. Can you understand your parents?" I raised my head and looked at my father's face. He had lost weight again and had a few gray hairs in front of his hair. I nodded and put away the thermos bucket. When I was about to send my father out of the classroom, my father suddenly thought of something. He turned around, put his raincoat in my hand, and said, "It might rain again after school in the afternoon. Wear your raincoat and don't get wet!" I raised my head, I asked my dad, "What about you?" Dad smiled and said, "I ride my motorcycle quickly and will be home in a while. Don't forget to put it on after school. I'm leaving!" I nodded and waved to my dad. Watching my father rush into the rain, the headlights of the motorcycle turned on, and then the sound of the motorcycle starting disappeared in the rain...

I leaned against the classroom door, the taste of rice still lingering in the corner of my mouth, sweet. But, is that the taste of rice? Now that I think about it, it shouldn’t just taste like rice! There is also the taste of love, sweet! Student composition The Taste of Love 2

Some people think maternal love is warm flowers, some think maternal love is bright sunshine, and some think maternal love is gentle spring rain... But I think maternal love is sweet honey. .

I remember one time, I went to the clinic to get an injection because of a cold. However, the body temperature is still slowly rising. This made my mother very anxious. The aunt at the clinic brought me a cup of hot water and asked my mother to feed me fever-reducing medicine. But the water was too hot to drink. My mother got me a small spoon, cooled it down one spoon at a time, and fed me to drink it carefully. After a while, I was sweating and my fever went away. A smile finally appeared on my mother's face. Although the medicine doesn't taste good, my heart feels sweet.

Another time, on a summer night, the weather was very hot. I wanted to sleep with the fan on, but my mother didn't agree because she was afraid that I would get sick. I lay on the bed, tossing and turning in the heat, unable to sleep.

At this time, my mother took a fan, sat beside my bed, and said, "Daughter, you can sleep peacefully. Mom will sit here and fan you, and you will fall asleep soon." I felt much cooler. , but my mother’s body was soaked. In my sleep, I seemed to have come to a lotus pond, and there was a breeze beside me, cool and sweet...

The taste of maternal love is the honey in the flowers, very sweet; the taste of maternal love is the cup The sugar water in it is very sweet; the taste of maternal love is concern and happiness... Student composition The Taste of Love 3

My mother does not have a beautiful face, but only wrinkles left after hard work; My mother does not have a job to be proud of, but only a source of barely making ends meet; my mother is not that great, all she has is a heart that loves me!

I remember when I was a child, when I was bullied by others, my mother always protected me behind her and solved everything for me. At that time, her figure seemed to be higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. This love is undoubtedly the greatest!

I love eating meat, but my mother often says, ‘nutrition must be balanced’. So, she took the risk of being misunderstood by me and forced me to eat vegetables. This love is undoubtedly the deepest!

Slowly, I grew up. At this time, my mother forced me to learn how to wash and cook. I didn't want to, but she said this was the first step in life. When I brought her a burnt meal in a daze, she smiled, but why did she have tears in her eyes? I hurriedly went up to wipe her tears, but why did she say that these were tears representing happiness and joy. I don't understand, but I remember her image deeply in my mind, and I can't forget it.

As time goes by, I also begin the journey of my life. During the journey, I had setbacks and obstacles that were difficult to overcome. And whenever this happens, my mother always stands behind me, cheering me on and encouraging me.

Because of my mother, my life is no longer lonely; because of my mother, my life is warm; because of my mother, my world is complete. Student Composition The Taste of Love 4

Father's love is like a mountain, but it is never ostentatious; father's love is boundless, but it is never shown off; father's love is by our side all the time, but it is always unknown.

In the winter three years ago, my mother worked outside. One night, the north wind kept howling, and the snow leaves were blown all over the sky. "Jie'er, it's past ten o'clock, why don't you go to bed?" Dad came into the house from outside and said. I saw my dad yawning constantly and kissing his upper eyelids constantly. "I still have some homework left to finish. Dad, you can go to sleep first." I said. Dad said "Oh". I turned my attention to the homework book again, because I knew what my father would do next, take off his clothes and go to bed. These actions were already imprinted on my mind, so I didn’t pay much attention to Dad.

After waiting for a while, I finished my homework. When I turned around, I was surprised: Dad was actually in my bed. When my father saw me standing up, he said, "Have you finished your homework? Go to bed quickly..." My father seemed to want to say something else, but I stopped him, "Why did you get into my bed?" yelled, almost jumping to his feet. Dad smiled slightly and said, "I went out to work today and didn't light the fire at home. The kang may be very cold. I'll warm you up." Then Dad lifted up the quilt and asked him to go back to his bed. I hurriedly said: "Dad, you can sleep here, and I'll get into your bed." "That's not possible, my quilt is too cold, and you won't be able to warm up even in the middle of the night. You have to go to school tomorrow and sleep late. It will affect learning." With that, Dad went back to his bed. I said: "Let's sleep in the same bed." "It will freeze. This quilt is so narrow..." "Don't worry about it." With that, I took off my clothes and got into the bed.

Ah! It's so warm, so different from the past few days. But when I touched my father's hands and feet, I was surprised. My father's hands and feet were cold. I asked my dad: "Are you cold?" Dad shook his head, "It's not cold at all. Go to sleep." Dad gave me as much quilt as possible and put his warmest chest on my back, but Keep your hands and feet as far away from me as possible. "Go to sleep." Dad turned off the light.

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After a while, I felt my dad’s body shaking. I knew it was my dad trying not to sneeze. About half an hour later, Dad changed from lying on his side to lying on his back. The warm chest left my back, and I felt Dad's body moving outward. After another half day, the lights came on, but I didn't make a sound or hear any sound. I squinted my eyes to see what my father was doing.

I saw my father slowly shrinking up, sitting up, pressing the pillow with his right hand, slowly lifting the corner of the quilt with his left hand, and moved out with one foot and then the other. Then, he picked up the pillow with his right hand, pressed the corner of the quilt with his left hand, stood up slowly, and stepped over me. He lifted up his quilt, gently placed the pillow on the head of the bed, and lay down. I saw my father gritting his teeth, frowning, covering himself with quilt, and huddled up... "Pa", the light went out again.

The cold wind outside was still blowing, freezing everything. But, my body is warm, and my heart is even warmer. Tonight, I tasted the taste of father's love, which is obscurity. Student composition The taste of love 5

"Only mother is good in the world. A mother's child is like a treasure. If he throws himself into his mother's arms, he cannot enjoy happiness..." Mother, what a pure and great term. Have you ever remembered? When you were in her belly, she took great care of you; when you were born, she took care of you in every possible way, fearing that you would bump into each other; when you could walk, you could even jump around, and you were right. When she waved in front of you; when you held the test paper with all red ticks, she was happier than anyone else and proud of you from the bottom of her heart... She gave us the best in her life, she conveyed love, Let us appreciate the taste of mother-the taste of love.

When I was in primary school, I was having fun playing on the rotating iron car. However, the iron car became rusty and mercilessly crushed my foot inside, causing blood to flow. My mother who was at work heard this. After I got the call, I immediately ran to school, put me on my back and went straight to the hospital. God also turned against me faster than turning over a book. It started pouring rain all of a sudden. My mother was carrying me on her back, and I leaned on her back, a little hazy. I felt like I was sleeping, but I could clearly hear her rapid breathing, and she was covered with rain... When I woke up, I saw my dad sitting in front of the hospital bed. Dad saw me waking up, and after confirming with the doctor, I It was nothing serious, and the worry on my face disappeared. I immediately realized why my mother was not there. I only smelled a familiar smell, which was my mother's shredded green pepper pork, which was delicious. After a while, I saw my mother's haggard face. I was only focused on having delicious food, but I never realized that my mother was exhausted.

The doctor hurriedly ran over and said to my mother: "Didn't I tell you to have a good rest in the ward? You still have a fever, so don't run around. There is also something wrong with your stomach, which needs a good check-up. Your daughter is fine, don't worry, go back to the ward quickly." Mom watched me put the things back. Later, I asked the doctor. The doctor said that my mother's disease was more serious than mine. After hearing this, I felt like a sunny day. Thunderbolt, tears falling like rain. In the past, my mother always compared me with other children, saying, look at them, how smart they are, look at you. Now I find that my mother has always loved me. She compares me with others and just hopes that I can work harder and strive for excellence. She has done so much for me, but I have never been grateful. I always say that I am not her biological child. of.

Thinking about it now, I am really too ignorant. Food has the taste of mother, clothes and quilts have the taste of mother, life has the taste of mother, clothes and quilts have the taste of mother, life has the taste of mother everywhere, that is the taste of love.

Maternal love is like the tide, surging; maternal love is like sunshine, warming my heart and illuminating the darkness; maternal love is like the sea, able to accommodate countless small rivers; maternal love is like air, everywhere...

Thank you for letting me experience the taste of mother - the taste of love. Student Composition The Taste of Love 6

It’s winter again, and the smell of thick soup floats in the air. Oh, it must be used by some family to ward off the cold. Smelling this slightly warm smell, my thoughts couldn't help but wander. Floating, I accidentally drifted into the cold winter of that year, that day when the fragrance was also floating.

That day, it was surprisingly cold. The whole world seemed to be frozen, and the sky was so dull that it made people upset.

It was dinner time, and I was sitting alone in the classroom. My hands were already red and swollen from the cold, and my fingers seemed to be rusty, but I still persisted and kept scratching the pen tip on the paper. It wasn't until most of the classmates were back that I hurried out of the classroom. My destination was not the cafeteria, but the teachers' apartment.

I hurried to the door of the Chinese teacher's dormitory, looked inside timidly, and saw the kitchen at a glance. The kitchen was misty and filled with fragrance, and the Chinese teacher was making soup in the kitchen. She was only in her twenties, so she was really not suitable for the kitchen, but the wafting fragrance made me swallow my saliva. I knocked on the door, and she turned to look at me suspiciously. When she saw the thing in my hand, she showed a clear expression. She came to me happily and said, "I thought you were going to hand in your homework with today's homework again. I didn't expect it would be so soon today, and I didn't know..." She was suddenly stunned. I wanted to say something, but in the end no words came out. The Chinese teacher took over my homework, but I noticed that her eyes paused slightly on my hand, her movements paused slightly, but there was no more reaction. Seemingly sensing my embarrassment, she said, "Come in first. If you catch a cold outside, your dad won't be able to settle the score with me."

I was amused by her words and followed her words. Went in. But the teacher rushed into the kitchen, and I was a little restless in the hall alone. Just as I was hesitating whether to urge the teacher to correct my homework, a bowl of bone soup was placed on the table in front of me. I looked up doubtfully and saw her smiling and saying, "I just want you to try the new method. I won't let you taste it." Are you willing?" I looked down at the large bowl of pork rib soup and the pork ribs in it. I suddenly understood. My nose felt sour and I lowered my head to drink the soup. The teacher sat next to me and corrected my homework. At the same time, she pushed the electric heater towards me and said to herself: "It's a bit hot." But I saw her rubbing her hands. Maybe my hand accidentally dropped the spoon and it became broken into pieces. I subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but she stopped me: "Don't move, what if I scratched my hand? I'll get you another one." ." I stared at her walking towards the kitchen, her figure gradually blurring...

I forgot how I finished the bowl of fragrant soup, I only remember that the soup that day was particularly delicious; I just remember that the teacher had an extra band-aid on his hand that night; I just remember that the first ray of setting sun in winter appeared that day, shining through the window on the misty weather in the kitchen, which seemed not to be so cold anymore...

No one noticed that there was one less student in the class who did not hand in Chinese homework the next day. I still don't understand why the teacher's soup tastes so good, but now that I smelled this familiar smell, I suddenly understood that she added a seasoning called "love" to the soup, so it tasted like love... Composition Student Composition The Taste of Love 7

What is the taste of love? I guess it was bitter yet sweet. But the two flavors don't conflict, but blend together perfectly.

Now that I am in junior high school, my time at home has been greatly reduced. Because the school is boarding, I only have almost two days at home a week. These two days at home are extremely precious to me. How I hope that in these two days, time can pass a little slower, and a little slower, and how I hope that the slender second hand on the clock can move a little slower.

During the summer vacation last year, I went to school to participate in military training for nine days. That was the first time I lived alone in a strange environment, the first time I lived with teachers and classmates I didn’t know at all, and for such a long time. So what if the new classmates are friendly? Is it better than the old friends who used to go crazy and make trouble together? What if the new teacher is considerate? Is it better than the teacher who was strict and loving to us? Every day I watch my classmates in the dormitory calling their parents, crying with misty eyes; watching the parents who come to the dormitory to visit and their children being so intimate, isn't my heart clenching? There is nowhere to vent. So I endured everything and held it back.

Who knows the loneliness behind that happy smile?

When I returned home after military training, I felt fresh. When I was at school, I thought I wouldn't be too sad when I got home, but when I got home, I found that I was so pretentious. When I saw my parents, I felt a crystal object spinning in my eyes. But I endured it and forced it on. I knew I couldn't cry because my parents would be very sad.

Sitting on the sofa, I have been telling my parents about the new things in school, trying to bring some positive energy to them and myself, albeit reluctantly. When I finally stopped talking, my mother's words "How are you at school, are you happy?" But it hit my heart. There is nothing better than my parents. Sure enough, they are the ones who care and understand me the most. They understood that I was only acting like this reluctantly. They were the people who knew my character best, so how could they not hear the slightest hint of indifference in my tone? Only then did I realize that I don’t have to pretend to be in front of them, I just need to be my truest self. What they like is also the truest version of me. So, I was very frank and told everything about myself in school and how I felt. Naturally, they would not be too happy after hearing this. Looking at their appearance, my heart seemed to be entangled again. It was painful, but very sweet. This is what is called pain and happiness!

Parents are like this, they always love us the most, and they love the most real us. Their love sometimes makes us unpredictable and makes us feel bitter, but it is understandable that the sweet feeling this love brings to us is not fake at all, it just needs us to slowly experience and taste it. Student Composition The Taste of Love 8

A little girl in the fourth grade of a certain primary school wrote a small note to a little boy in the same class: Let's make friends, shall we? If you agree, you can choose from the following gifts...

After the teacher found out about this incident, he was very calm and calmly called the parents of the child and asked them to identify the child's handwriting and other deeper associations. I didn't express it to the parents for fear of hurting the self-esteem of the parents and the children.

The girl’s parent was very calm and called her child to see if it was written by her. "I didn't write it!" The girl firmly denied it. In fact, the mother knew that the note was written by her. Her child's handwriting was very distinctive. The handwriting was slightly larger, but neat and delicate.

The mother took the girl into her arms and said softly: "I knew the note was not written by my baby. My baby is a good child who is sensible, obedient, honest and loves to learn. I will never make friends with boys casually. However, it is also a good thing to establish some pure friendship between male and female classmates." The girl said: "There is a boy in our class who is honest and cute, loves to learn, and also likes to help. "I want to establish a pure friendship with him." "That's good. You can help each other in your studies, improve together, and become better students in the class," my mother said affirmatively. .

The little girl was secretly glad that her mother did not recognize the note she wrote and encouraged her to establish a pure friendship with her male classmates. She deeply felt her mother's love, which was like chocolate, thick, sweet, and fragrant.

The boy’s parents didn’t have enough patience. His father was very angry and arbitrarily believed that he had written the note. He called the boy in front of him and gave him a harsh beating without asking: " A little kid who dares to have a girlfriend even before he is a baby is amazing! I work hard outside to earn money every day to keep you fed, clothed and in school, but you don’t do your job properly, don’t study hard, and don’t learn how to fall in love. !” The boy was very hurt, aggrieved and helpless, because he was a good boy who studied hard, and his father always used his achievements as a way to show off to others. He didn't want to expose the girl because he was afraid that the girl would be hurt because of it. He was only accompanied by his father's scolding and sad tears.

The girl is usually very good to him. She often secretly shares delicious food with him. He is also good to the girl. If the girl has any problems in study, he will help her without hesitation. she.

He thought that what he established with that girl was a pure friendship, not a "love affair" as his father said. He knew that his father's love was like a persimmon, astringent and bitter, but after it was ripe (understood), it became fiery (warm), sweet, and refreshing.

The boy bravely admitted his mistake to his father and promised that such a thing would never happen again in the future. He would never dare to drive a small car again and put study first. The father's mood also calmed down a little. He lowered his hand that was raised high. The child was still very sensible. "If you admit your mistakes, you won't be considered a bad boy. It depends on your future performance." Dad still said uneasily.

The boy nodded heavily, his eyes filled with tears. Although his father did not beat him, he felt more uncomfortable than if he had been beaten. On the one hand, the note was not written by him, but for the sake of friendship with his classmates, he had to admit that it left a bad impression on his teacher and father. On the other hand, making friends between male and female classmates is related to "romance". Is it not allowed for male and female classmates to make friends? Does that kind of pure friendship no longer exist in the eyes of adults?

The boy suddenly remembered the conversation between a boy in the class and his class teacher last semester. "Teacher, you are very strict but also very loving, just like a mother. I love you. Classmate XX (female) is beautiful and studies well. I love her too," the boy said seriously. "Teacher loves you too, classmate XX is very good, everyone loves her very much, because our class is a family, and each of us should love each other." The class teacher also said seriously.

It seems that love can still exist between classmates. Are the teachers and father too sensitive? I really had nothing to do with that girl, let alone "falling in love". In the future, as long as I don't think too much and study harder, my father will definitely change his view of me. As for that girl, if she needs help with her studies, I will tell her without reservation.

The love between little girls and little boys is like the lotus in the lotus pond, hiding among the lotus leaves, pure and fragrant, emerging from the mud but not stained, washing the clear ripples without being evil .

Love has no boundaries. As long as everyone gives a share of love, the world will become a beautiful world... Student composition The taste of love 9

Mother's love contains many flavors. The various tastes a mother gives to her children will help them learn to be strong, to be patient, and to enjoy all the beautiful things.

We have grown up from crying babies. Who has not experienced sad things? One day, a math problem confused me. Even though my mother tried her best to explain it to me, I still looked confused. My mother said: "You are like this, and you still rank first in the exam? I think you should forget it!" This sentence hurt my self-esteem. I cheered up, exhausted my brain cells, thought hard, and finally solved the problem. solved this problem. My mother was even more excited than me when she saw it. In this matter, my mother taught me to be patient and work hard in a sarcastic way. This is the taste of maternal love - sour!

Sweetness is another flavor of maternal love: it is very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing the grass. When my mother took me to travel to Yunnan, my heart was full of pride. I really wanted to proudly shout to my classmates: "Look, I have been to the south of the motherland!" When my mother held me while she was sick, she was running on the way to the hospital. At that time, I was like a chick hiding under the warm wings of a hen. At this time, I felt that my mother was like a bright light illuminating me. This is the "sweet" taste of maternal love. It makes me understand enjoyment and gratitude.

There is another taste of maternal love, which is "bitter". Grandma’s house has a piece of land, and grandpa wanted to grow some vegetables. In order to train my survival ability, my mother asked me to help. I worked all afternoon, and my waist and legs were sore and painful. But my mother was not soft-hearted at all, and said: "When we were young, we did everything from pulling weeds, hoeing the ground, and harvesting wheat. At home, we also had to help the adults cook and feed the pigs. I just want you to learn more life skills!" After calming down and thinking about it carefully, I feel that this is also a way of expressing love. This kind of love makes me understand "responsibility" and "survival".

Finally, there is a kind of exciting love - spicy.

When I was a child, my mother forced me to play the piano, and my tears were like broken beads. Despite this, my mother was still determined and forced me to practice over and over again. This is how I was forced to play the electronic piano by this "spicy" education. It taught me tenacity and patience.

The feelings expressed by the four flavors of maternal love condense the mother's love for us and contain her ardent hope for us. We must cherish this precious taste, be grateful for maternal love, and thank our great mother! Composition Student Composition The Taste of Love 10

My mother gave me love in many flavors - sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. I have been "enjoying" this feast of love.

Acid. I remember that time, I couldn’t write a word, so I asked my mother. My mother only told me, and she said it many times, but I still looked confused. My mother said: "Forget it, you are like this and you still want to get full marks in the exam. I think it is very difficult!" My mother's words made me feel sour. I really wanted to say to her: "Mom, I also want to do well in the exam." Achievements! ”

Sweet. One night during the summer vacation of that year, I suddenly felt a stomachache, but my medicine was still at my grandma’s house. What should I do? My mother broke out in a sweat. In desperation, she had to ask my father to get the medicine. After my father left, my mother While rubbing my belly and comforting me, my father came back from getting the medicine. My mother first asked me to taste whether the water was hot or not, then she put the medicine in the palm of her hand, held my back and let me take the medicine, and then gently He gently covered my belly. At this time, I felt sweet in my heart.

Bitter. My weight has always been a worry for me, so my mother nags me several times a day not to let me eat more, but I can't resist the temptation of delicious food. If my mother hadn't stopped me, I don't know how fat I would have become. In those days, it would be miserable not to eat steamed buns for every dinner!

Spicy. In a math test, my score was 89 points. After getting the test paper, I thought: I am going to be hit by the "Five Finger Mountain", and my mother must be "volcano erupted". After I got home, I took the test paper and showed it to my mother. It was exactly as I expected. My mother's voice immediately changed from low to high. She pinched her waist, frowned, and said, "Why are you so sloppy this time?" "Because..." "Because..." I stammered for a long time and couldn't say anything. Words come. As she said that, my mother pushed me onto the bed and spanked my butt so hard that it made a "snap" sound. Only now do I understand that my mother hit me, and the pain was in her heart. I felt physical pain, and she felt heartache.

My mother’s day and night care has brought me a happy life. I am a happy boy. This is the greatest wealth my mother has given me!