Write an essay on the topic of "love"

The Pose of Life

A couple are mountaineers. In order to celebrate their son's first birthday, they decided to carry their child up a 7,000-meter snow-capped mountain.

They deliberately chose a sunny day and set out on the journey after everything was ready. At dawn, just as predicted, the sun was in the sky, there was no wind and not a single cloud. The couple easily climbed to a height of 5,000 meters.

However, just when they were taking a break and preparing to move to new heights, something unexpected happened. The wind and clouds suddenly rose, the wind was strong and the snowflakes were flying. The temperature dropped sharply to 30 to 40 degrees below zero. The most terrible thing is that because they completely believed in the weather forecast, they ignored the crucial locator. Because the wind was so strong, visibility was less than one meter, and going up or down meant danger or even death. The two had no choice but to find a cave in desperation, and had to go into the cave to temporarily escape the wind and snow.

The temperature continued to drop, and the child in my wife’s arms was so cold that his lips turned purple. The most important thing was that he needed to feed. You must know that in such a low temperature environment, any exposed inch of skin will cause the body temperature to drop rapidly, which will be life-threatening over time. what to do? The child's cries became weaker and weaker, and he would soon die of cold and starvation due to lack of food.

The husband stopped his wife’s several requests for breastfeeding. He could not watch his wife freeze to death. However, if the child is not fed, the child will die quickly. The wife begged her husband: "Just feed me once!"

The husband held his wife and child in his arms. Despite this, the wife's body temperature dropped by two degrees after feeding once, and her physical energy was severely depleted.

Due to the lack of a locator, the rescuers could not find their location in the heavy wind and snow, which meant that they had no hope of being rescued if the wind and snow did not stop.

Time passed by minute by second, the child needed to be fed again and again, and the wife's body temperature dropped again and again. On this 5,000-meter high mountain where the wind and snow were blowing wildly, the wife repeated again and again the usually very simple but now extremely difficult breastfeeding movements. Her life was passing away little by little while feeding again and again.

Three days later, when the rescuers arrived, the husband had frozen beside his wife, and his wife, the great mother, had been frozen into a sculpture, and she still maintained the ability to breastfeed. The posture stands tall. Her son, the child she had nurtured with her life, was sleeping peacefully in her husband's arms. His face was rosy and his expression was peaceful. Children wrapped in the great love of life, do you know that you have a great mother, whose maternal love can transcend a five-thousand-meter mountain and shape life in the wind and snow?

In order to commemorate this great mother and wife, the husband decided to cast his wife’s last gesture into a bronze statue, so that his wife’s last love could be passed on forever, and he told his children that an ordinary gesture can only be achieved by someone who has devoted his life to it. Love can be great and reach eternity.

Second question, where is father's love today?

People often say that the father is the ladder to the sky, and the father is the ox that pulls the cart; some also say that the father is the spiritual support of the family. , a safe haven for the whole family.

I have been looking for an action that can represent father's love---smoking

In the hearts of others, a father is like a soldier standing tall in the wind and rain, and a father is standing tall on the edge of a cliff. Qingsong, in short, my father is a man who can stand up to heaven and earth. However, in my heart, my father is just a smoker, a real smoker. His fingers, already browned by smoke, were still holding a cigarette constantly.

My father loves to smoke. He has always been like this. I don’t know why. No matter at home or out, there is a strong smell of smoke on his body, a smell that I can't bear. Especially towards the time I went to school, the smell of smoke became stronger and more overwhelming. At this time, I was anxious because I was worried about not having enough tuition, but my dad was still smoking his cigarette leisurely, seemingly indifferent to my affairs. Seeing him smoking deeply all day long and then spitting it out softly, I wanted to drive him out of the house. This situation really makes me want to cry without tears, and I can't bear the hatred. Could this be my father? Is this what is called "standing upright with the sky and the earth"? He is so "great", what else can I say?

Despite this, I was sent to school on time, which confused me. I seemed to be slowly realizing that while he was smoking deeply, he was also thinking deeply and worrying silently. Recollecting the smell of smoke again, I found that it had a faint fragrance; seeing the shadow of smoke again, I felt that many of my father's worries were enveloped in it.

Looking back

Another time my father sent me to school. When he was leaving, he still said nothing, didn’t even leave a smile, turned around and left. I can't understand, let alone accept, such a cold father. Suddenly an idea occurred to me: to spy on him secretly. Just when he reached the corner, he stopped and turned around, only to see that his affectionate eyes seemed to be looking for something, oh, he wanted to take another look at his son, but he didn't see it. He turned his head again, and I was finally noticed by him. A smile that he had never seen before finally appeared on his face. That smile was as crystal clear as morning dew, as short-lived, and as rare.

From his eyes, I finally discovered the most beautiful thing in the world - selfless love.

Since then, this exquisite movement has been deeply ingrained in my memory. What a touching look back!

Finally, I fully realized: I didn’t lack father’s love, but I lacked discovery. The smell of smoke was full of fragrance, and the look back was full of affection. At the same time, I also understood father's love: father's love is like a mountain, father's love is like an ocean. Behind my father's cold appearance is a hot heart of responsibility and a sincere love for his son.

Where is father's love now? All in a wisp of smoke, all in the moment of looking back