有关爱的英语作文

有关爱的英语作文

有关爱的英语作文1

Love to us human is what water to fish.Love shines the most beautiful light of humanity,we born in it,we live by it.Too often we take it as granted,but we should know love is a priceless gift we should cherish.But how to cherish the love?I have heard a saying :the quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

It is important for us to learn to love as the first class in our life.Only when you know how to love than you will be a real man in this world.Love brings us warmth in the fearful coldness,love brings us bright when life gets hard and dark.Love brings us confidence toward life when we are tired out and want to give up.

Love deserves all the admiring words,and love is even beyond the life and death.That is what love is all about in my eyes.

爱我们人类是水对我们的鱼。爱闪耀着人类最美丽的光芒,我们出生在它,我们生活在它。我们经常把它视为理所当然,但我们应该知道爱情是我们应该珍惜的无价的礼物。但是如何珍惜爱情呢?我听到一句话:接受爱最快的方式是给予爱;失去爱的最快方法是抓住它太紧的最好的方法以保持爱是给予它翅膀

对我们来说,学会爱是我们生活中的第一堂课是很重要的`。只有当你知道如何去爱,你才会成为这个世界上真正的男人。爱给我们带来温暖,在恐惧的寒冷中,爱给我们带来光明,当生活变得艰难和黑暗。爱使我们对生活充满信心,当我们疲倦,想放弃。

爱值得所有赞美的话,爱甚至超越生死。这就是我眼中的爱。

有关爱的英语作文2

After Mom died,I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work.He was frail and moved slowly,but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me,along with an unsigned note reading,“Drink your juice.”Such a gesture,I knew,was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love.In fact,I remember,as a kid I had questioned Mom“Why doesn"t Dad love me!”Mom frowned.“Who said he doesn"t love you!”“Well,he never tells me,”I complained.“He never tells me either,”she said,smiling.“But look how hard he works to take care of us,to buy us food and clothes,and to pay for this house.That"s how your father tells us he loves us.”Then Mom held me by the shoulders and asked,“Do you understand!”

I nodded slowly.I understood in my head,but not in my heart.I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me.Dad owned and operated a small scrap.metall business,and after school I often hung around while he worked.I always hoped he"d ask me to help and then praise me for what I did.He never asked.His tasks were too dangerous for a young boy to attempt,and Mom was already worried enough that he"d hurt himself.Dad hand fed scrap steel into a device that chopped it as cleanly as a butcher chops a rack of ribs.The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors,with blades thicker than my father"s body.If he didn"t feed those terrifying blades just right,he risked serious injury.

“Why don"t you hire someone to do that for you!”Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment.“Why don"t you hire a cook!”Dad asked,giving her one of his rare smiles.Mom straig htened and put her hands on her hips.“What"s the matter,Ike!Don"t you like my cooking!”“Sure I like your cooking But if I could afford a helper,then you could afford a cook”Dad laughed,and for the first time I realized that my father had a sense of humor.The chopping machine wasn"t the only hazard in his business.He had an acetylene torch for cutting thick steel plates and beams.To my ears the torch hissed louder than a steam locomotive,and when he used it to cut through steel,it blew off thousands of tiny pieces of molten metal that swarmed around him like angry fireflies.

Many years later,during my first daily visit,after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me,I walked over,hugged him and said,“I love you,Dad.”From then on I did this every morning.My father never told me how he felt about my hugs,and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.Then one morning,pressed for time,I drank my juice and made for the door.

Dad stepped in front of me and asked,“Well!”“Well what!”I asked,knowing exactly what.“Well!”he repeated,crossing his arms and looking everywhere but at me.I hugged him extra hard.Now was the right time to say what I"d always wanted to.“I"m fifty years old,Dad,and you"ve never told me you love me.”My father stepped away from me.He picked up the empty juice glass,washed it and put it away.“You"ve told other people you love me.”I said,“but I"ve never heard it from you.”Dad looked uncomfortable.Very uncomfortable.I moved closer to him.“Dad,I want you to tell me you love me.”Dad took a step back,his lips pressed together.He seemed about to speak,then shook his head.“Tell me”I shouted. “All right I love you”Dad finally blurted,his hands fluttering like wounded birds.And in that instant something occurred that I had never seen happen in my life.His eyes glistened,then overflowed.

I stood before him,stunned and silent.Finally,after all these years,my heart joined my head in understanding.My father loved me so much that just saying so made him weep,which was something he never,ever wanted to do,least of all in front of family.Mom had been right.Every day of my life Dad had told me how much he loved me by what he did and what he gave.“I know,Dad,”I said.“I know.”And now at last I did.

有关爱的英语作文3

I searched in memory and at last found myself surprised at what was brought back. Here is what I used to be. Once, I was simply a creature of schedules. That means I was so well planned a girl that I was entirely loyal to everything arranged.Every day you caught me as busy as a diligent ant and it was true that I actually enjoy the full and colorful life led which in other"s eyes was utterly a dull and routine mode. I would not make any compromises to change the plans plans about study, plans about future, and plans about love.

To some degree, I deliberately avoided being hit by the current of love for fear that it might destroy my perfectly planned life. I did not expect its arrival. I didn"t expect its power so magic and influential. And I certainly didn"t expect its coming accompanied with the purest feelings of blessing.

Tall, straight and shining that is my boyfriend. That was the way he came to me: "How do you do? We are from the same high school. I am two grades senior,do you know?" He greeted me in a confident and gentle manner, and his hairstyle impressed me deeply.

Later on, the life pattern which I strictly stick to has been gradually affected by his moving behaviors. None of a day will I find him absent from waiting outside my dorm to pick me up to classroom. None of a night will end without our heated and joyful chat. Gradually, I was incredibly thrown to cultivate a fresh view on the surroundings which didn"t seem as burdening as expetted. I began to adjust myself to enjoy the peaceful pace of life.

And so it goes, the sweet, joyful and romantic freshman year, a year with love that changed my way to live.

有关爱的英语作文4

Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter.

This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn"t have a lot of money.

Their clothes were not expensive, but they were clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants, and other acts they would see that night.

One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack, standing proud as could be.

The mother was holding her husband"s hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You"re my knight in shining armor."

He was smiling and basking in pride, looking back at her as if to reply, "You got that right."

The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded, "Please let me buy eight children"s tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus."

The ticket lady quoted the price. The man"s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, and his lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?"

The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didn"t have enough money.

How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn‘t have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!)

My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."

The man knew what was going on. He wasn"t begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad"s eyes, took my dad"s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear running down his cheek, he replied, "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family."

My father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didn"t go to the circus that night, but we didn"t go without.

有关爱的英语作文5

Flowers are a wonderful gift of nature. Everyone likes them. Flowers portray love, happiness, joy and all the other positive emotions. Since time immemorial flowers have been an integral part of every celebration and festival.

But there has been a misconception. Flowers are mainly associated with feminine gender. It is forgotten that men to have a soft side to them. Gift your father a bouquet of flowers on Father"s Day and he surely will be overjoyed. Flowers, especially architectural and bold like tropical flowers, which are masculine, long lasting, tall and sturdy like the fathers usually are, can be

given. White and Red Rose are known to be the official flowers of Father"s Day. People wear a white rose to honor a father who has deceased and a red rose for a father who is living.

Men love bright, hot, bold and aggressive colors like yellows, oranges, purples and reds and the arrangements that they go for are mostly the linear ones that are in sync with their organized, calculating mind. They also love the natural and contemporary floral bouquets that are stylish and trendy. One may opt for roses, daisies or exotic flowers, if only one keeps the color theme in

mind. Vivid red roses and yellow daisies are loved by most men and thus make ideal flowers to be gifted on Father"s Day.

有关爱的英语作文6

See this topic, you must be very surprised that a child will do such a thing, it also get, don"t hold to anger, to listen to me slowly.

Since the school in junior high school, for some reason, I met him, think he is a make I meet with difficulties, make the mistake of the "right-hand man", from now on and he was like peas and carrots. Later, I was also not raise your hand to speak in class, homework is not seriously, often make mistakes when criticized by the teacher is okay, all because of him, naturally my grades from the top three of the class, down to the bottom. At this moment I realized my mistake, and put forward to break up with him, but he said: "grades slipped it doesn"t matter, it just entered a junior high school! After you have plenty of time, and these grades slipped, is certainly because of changing the learning environment, to the teacher"s methods are not familiar with. Don"t use too much remorse, rest assured that everything will be okay... slowly after listening to his some persuasion, I dismissed the idea of break up with him, and relationship with him the better. The new moon will come to an end, my achievement is not ideal, teachers, students and parents to help me, carefully analyze the reason, I finally realized, was his, was influenced by him, I"m not disciplined, naughty, grades slipped!

School English contest this year, I want to sign up for, he said to me: "you won"t have hope, English also is just dozens of before the whole class at ordinary times, if only to race, that doesn"t hold back a big egg." Then he laughed, this words let I had to give up the idea of signing up, back to the previous lesson, I resolutely to make a decision, and put forward to break up with him, left him away. After break up with him, I study English hard, burn the midnight oil in the evening, though very tired, but I didn"t give up. At last in the competition got a satisfactory result, second prize. This is probably because I broke up with him!

Said so long, you probably won"t know his name! His name is "excuse" and remember, don"t make friends with him!

有关爱的英语作文7

On campus, lovers can be found here and there. They are very intimate with each other sometimes. Some people think too much intimacy has a bad influence.

It takes lovers too much time and energy. Then how about their studies? Furthermore, their intimacy can aisc distract their own as well as other students‘ attention from study. Campus should be a place for study and should maintain an atmosphere of learning. On the other hand, other people believe it is OK. Pursuing love is all right to students on campus and intimacy is a natural expression of love. Some scholars of law hold that friendships and appropriate intimacy are an important pard of student development. A sociologist says, "Students‘ right to self-expression should be respected." In my opinion, what all people should do is just leave it as it is. University students are adults, and they can handle their own affairs well enough.

However, they have to admit that school is a place where people receive an education and their main task is to study. Therefore, students are expected to behave themselves in proper ways.

有关爱的英语作文8

The definition about love always gradually changes when you turn older .It looks like a picture that the color is changing.

When you are young ,the color of love is green.It’s the feeling of light.You may be shy when you just say a simple word to the girl you love silently ,Then you’ll be happy for long time after you turn round. At that time probably you are only addicted to the sight of her back or her smile.

When you grow up slightly,the color of love is deep red.You dare to love or hate because young is the capital.you are filled of energy.When you fall in love with a pretty girl you feel you’ll give up everything including your life;yet when you hate one you’ll be completely isolated from each all your life.

As you grow older,the color of love is bronze-colored.Love become simple and you’ll pay close attention to its in-depth insight.Love is simple and fulfilling life.You prefer the one who’ll go through life together on matter you are health or ill ,on matter you are young or old. The love is only a lifetime commitment about growing old together.

Wish that all lovers in the world could be united in wedlock.

有关爱的英语作文9

My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.

Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad"s favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.

Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.

I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn"t lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn"t play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can"t hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can"t play as good". For the family it didn"t make any difference that Dad couldn"t play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.

In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one"s life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn"t have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!

有关爱的英语作文10

For a long time,I have been seeking an answer to this:What is love and what do people want to get from love?

Once I, together with several classmates, visited a teacher who enjoyed a perfect marriage. We just wanted to know the reason for their mutual affection. The teacher smiled and said:"In fact, neither of us is perfect. It is love that brings us courage and determination to seek each other"s perfection. But day by day, we were surprised to see the imperfect side. Consequently,we decided to stand out the crisis." I was so touched by his words. Although it was raining heavily outside when we left his home, I could not help feeling excited.

It was a wonderful experience, just like someone groping in the darkness suddenly catching sight of a light far away.

My parents have been sharing their time for two decades,but I never saw them quarrelling. Curious, I seized an opportunity to ask my mother. She was knitting a sweater at that moment while the rest of my family members were watching TV.When asked, she somehow flushed in the face. "Ask your Dad",she said. I went to my father and raised the same question. To my surprise , my father, who was always awesome, felt embarrassed and replied in the same way:"ask your Mom."

The difference between the answers made by the teacher and my parents totally confused me. After entering the large gardennamed "love", I was so amazed to discover that each flower was getting off her unique fragrance. I forgot what to do. I was lost.

Perhaps, love really needs no reason. How can you ask a cactus: "Why do you choose the desert rather than fertile land?"How can you ask a fig: "Why do you prefer bearing fruits to blooming?" How can you ask arose, "How can you enjoy such a calm life in the greenhouse?"... What is known to us all is merely that once be loved, a cactus can bloom ever in a desert; a figcan bear fruits without blossoming; a rose can survive calmly anywhere. When love comes to you, nothing can be impossible.

Are you still familiar with these feelings? You wake up at sunrise, you feel happy. You breathe the fresh air, you feel happy. You touch the lights sent by the sun, you feel happy. You walk on your way home, you see a sparrow, you wander in the garden... Happiness follows you everywhere. And you know,all of these were just because a fascinating smile given by him/her.

Do you still remember your first lover? We met, knew,liked, loved but at last broke up. We cannot forget the words,"I love you", "I hate you" , "forget me" and maybe someday"how are you?" , "sorry", "thank you". If God is kind enough to make you meet again, what will you say? Perhaps only the simple words above. And I think we"ll say nothing but smiling.We are so grateful for what time gets us to know Love needs no reason.