真爱的英语作文？写作思路：先点明自己认为的真爱是什么，再论述自己的理由，同时注意语法。范文：Shakespear once said love is a kind of sweet pain and sincere love is a bumpy road.莎士比亚曾说：爱情是一种甜蜜的痛苦，真诚的爱情的道路很坎坷。那么，真爱的英语作文？一起来了解一下吧。
True love is when you think of this man, you will wish him happy peace, you will want to accompany him forever, when you have to leave, what do you want to leave with him. In the lonely night, missing a flood, holding a book in his hand but how also can't enter, the in the mind thinking he had dinner, and think myself. In fact, true love mean to me? I don't know! Know is that it gives hope, the good and the dreams of the future.
真爱就是当你想到这个人，你会祈愿他幸福快乐平安，你会想永远陪伴他，当你不得不离去，你希望留下什么给他。在寂寞的夜里，思念如潮水般涌来，手里捧着书却怎么也看不进去，心里惦记着他此时有没有吃晚饭，是不是和自己一样想着自己。
Love is the most beautiful thing in the world, it gives people the power and make them become stronger. In most children’s eyes, they dream to have the relationship like their parents, who support each other all the time. This is the best love.
I read a good story that told about a married couple. The wife read from a magazine that listing the unsatisfied problems between the couples could help them to keep their marriage better. So they listed the problems on a separated room. The wife was the first to talked about the unsatisfied problems, it surprised the husband that she got three pages. When it was the turn for the husband to read the problems, he got nothing in the paper. He told his wife that she was the most perfect girl in his heart and he didn’t want the girl change a thing.
What a lovely couple, the husband shows people what love is. Love is to accept one’s good sides and bad sides, no matter what happens, they will always support each other. Just as the vow, no matter you are rich or poor, sick or healthy, we will never be aparted.
范文：
True love is to do everything you can, to be desperate. Even if the whole world speaks ill of you, I will take you home and say the words of the last life for you.
True love is that before you appeared, I had thousands of requirements and standards for mate selection, but after you appeared, all the rules collapsed.
There are billions of people on this planet. Countless people meet again at the same time. Between us, we passed each other without looking at each other, scattered in the sea of people.
Only you, just because I saw you more in the crowd, I can never forget you again.
翻译：
真爱，是竭尽所能，是不顾一切，是哪怕全世界都对你恶语相向，我也会带你回家，为你说上一世情话。
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英语美文赏析 真爱无限
Hungry for your love 真爱无限
我的心跳急剧加速，我径直地看着拉玛的眼睛，问她，“那个男孩是不是有一天告诉你，‘明天不要给我送苹果了，我要被送到另一个集中营了’？”
“对呀，你怎么知道的。”拉玛的声音有点颤抖，“告诉我，赫尔曼，你到底是怎么知道的啊？”
我抓住她的手说，“因为我就是那个男孩啊，拉玛。”透过时间的面纱，我们认出了那藏在眼睛深处的灵魂，那是我们永远也无法停止爱恋的亲人。最后，我说：“拉玛，我再也不想和你分开了。我想要永远和你在一起。亲爱的，你能嫁给我吗？”
It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. I am just a young boy. I should be playing with friends; I should be going to school; I should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. But those dreams are for the living, and I am no longer one of them. Instead, I am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight?
Hungry for your love 真爱无限
Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers.
Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. In my world of death, this apple is an expression of life, of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.
The next day, I cannot help myself-I am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. Am I crazy for hoping she will come again? Of course. But in here, I cling to any tiny scrap of hope. She has given me hope and I must hold tightly to it.
And again, she comes. And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.
This time I catch it, and hold it up for her to see. Her eyes twinkle. Does she pity me? Perhaps. I do not care, though. I am just so happy to gaze at her. And for the first time in so long, I feel my heart move with emotion.
For seven months, we meet like this. Sometimes we exchange a few words. Sometimes, just an apple. But she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. She is feeding my soul. And somehow, I know I am feeding hers as well.
One day, I hear frightening news: we are being shipped to another camp. This could mean the end for me. And it definitely means the end for me and my friend. The next day when I greet her, my heart is breaking, and I can barely speak as I say what must be said: "Do not bring me an apple tomorrow," I tell her. "I am being sent to another camp. We will never see each other again." Turning before I lose all control, I run away from the fence. I cannot bear to look back. If I did, I know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face.
Months pass and the nightmare continues. But the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. Over and over in my mind, I see her face, her kind eyes, I hear her gentle words, I taste those apples.
And then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. The war has ended. Those of us who are still alive are freed. I have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. But I still have the memory of this girl, a memory I carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as I move to America to start a new life. Years pass. It is 1957. I am living in New York City. A friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. Reluctantly, I agree. But she is nice, this woman named Roma. And like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common.
"Where were you during the war?" Roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions about those years.
"I was in a concentration camp in Germany," I reply.
Roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something painful yet sweet.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I am just thinking about something from my past, Herman," Roma explains in a voice suddenly very soft. "You see, when I was a young girl, I lived near a concentration camp. There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day. I remember I used to bring him apples. I would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy."
Roma sighs heavily and continues. "It is hard to describe how we felt about each other-after all, we were young, and we only exchanged a few words when we could-but I can tell you, there was much love there. I assume he was killed like so many others. But I cannot bear to think that, and so I try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together."
With my heart pounding so loudly I think it wil1 explode, I look directly at Roma and ask, "And did that boy say to you one day, ‘Do not bring me an apple tomorrow. I am being sent to another camp‘?"
"Why, yes," Roma responds, her voice trembling.
"But, Herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?"
I take her hands in mine and answer, "Because I was that young boy, Roma."
For many moments, there is only silence. We cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped remembering.
Finally, I speak: "Look, Roma, I was separated from you once, and I don‘t ever want to be separated from you again. Now, I am free, and I want to be together with you forever. Dear, will you marry me?"
I see that same twinkle in her eye that I used to see as Roma says, "Yes, I will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. Now, nothing ever will again.
Almost forty years have passed since that day when I found my Roma again. Destiny brought us together the first time during the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise.
Valentine‘s Day, 1996. I bring Roma to the Oprah Winfrey Show to honor her on national television. I want to tell her in front of millions of people what I feel in my heart every day:
"Darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when I was hungry. And I am still hungry, for something I will never get enough of: I am only hungry for your love."
What Love Means To Me
by Jim McMillen the man within
Loving you, and being loved by you,
its equal remains unknown.
Except for the loss of this pure delight,
Through the pain this loss has shown.
Feelings I am unable to suppress,
The beauty, or the pain.
Though the pain does fiercely BITE SO DEEP
its beauty does remain
This coin I hold, does have two sides,
This much is easy to see,
But what I want to express to you ,
Is what love means to me!
Love means giving , all it takes,
And taking all it gives.
For the pain is but a reminder,
Of the value of a love that lives!
This love does live so abundantly,
from my lips, to the core of my soul.
Having your love returned to me ,
Is only half way to my goal!
For the love that you once gave to me,
Is what stirred my love so deep!
Only having your love returned to me ,
could ever put this pain to sleep!
Although this pain is felt so FIERCE,
I can look at it with a smile.
For the long road it has accompanied me
HAS BEEN WORTH IT EVERY MILE
JIMMY DEAN MCMILLEN
From my collection
THE BENEFIT OF LIGHT
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I define love as the moment when you realise you would willingly give up your life for someone else. I've told my wife this many times but I'm not sure she fully believes me. It goes without saying that if she was in the middle of a road and a car was about to hit her I'd jump in the way, if she found herself in a burning building I would go in to save her without a second thought.
I'd sacrifice myself for her a million times over.
I have been extremely lucky to fall in love once, and I fully intend never to fall out. She has a powerful effect on me, some might call it a spell, but just the look on her face can make me melt - which might explain why the ratio of tea making in our house is currently 77 to 1, unfortunately in my favour.
I worry about her when she drives in bad weather, I worry when she goes to work when she is feeling awful and I worry when she has to walk the 50 yards to her car in the dark part of town.
But most of all I worry about how she thinks about herself. She won't know this until she reads it but I have a real pang in my heart when I see anyone feeling bad about themselves or lacking in self confidence - which is why I abhor bullying and all the nasty effects it has on the recipient. Back to my wife, she has the bravado of a bull fighter and the confidence of a penalty taker facing a goalkeeper with no arms but I still worry for times when she may doubt herself and I only wish I could be on her shoulder and whisper all the great things she has done and the amazing things she will accomplish in the future.
She is incredibly special and the world is a much better place with her in it.
Last year I married my girlfriend of over six years and at that moment realised more than ever that I was now part of a great tag team, built on trust, forgiveness, understanding, unselfishness and a smile in the morning.
I am very open and humble in my thinking, I often ask myself why did she choose me? Well to be honest, the world can see she is much better looking than me BUT I like to think that I offer something in return. That being the promise that I will take care of her until the day I die (and she will outlive me, no doubt about it), I will always respect her and most importantly try and make her life richer and happier every single day.
If you're reading this and thinking 'this is nothing new', you're absolutely right! Love is phenomenal and as human beings we are lucky to find it in many guises. My simple motivation for writing this is to let other people know I appreciate everything love gives me and ultimately love gave me her.
Quite plainly for all that I am, I am nothing without her.
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Love is caring for other people, through thick and thin, but also knowing that you are loved. If you love your partner, and you do not believe they love you, that is not a full relationship. Love is caring for your partner, and being able to relate to how they feel, and knowing what to say. Love is Physical and mental attraction, and you can't have one or the other. Love is having the strength to see through disagreements, and easily knowing your partner. Love is friendship, and partnership, and you can't have one without the other. If you are not friends with your partner, then you are only physically attracted. Friendship is the part of love that goes deeper than the body. Friendship is mental. Love may also be viewed in many different ways, friendship, family, physically, infatuation, fake love, and true love. True love is the top of the chart. True love is love at its best; it is physical attraction, mental awareness of your partner, friendliness and care for your partner, understanding, truth, grace, thought, happiness, and fun. Without all of these things, then the feeling experienced is not full, and not perfect. Not love.
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People often ask me what real love means to me, so I thought it was time to give them an answer.
There's nothing better than just spending time on the beach and relaxing. I live in L.A and we have tons of beaches there, but nothing is better than getting out the city for a while. There's nothing like taking the time to connect with friends and loved ones, instead of stressing over some date that went wrong or a guy who didn't call you back.
Right now, I'm in East Hampton with my brother, his wife and their little boy. It's so amazing for me to see my brother grown up and finally the dad he always dreamt of being. It's beautiful how he's become the father we never had growing up. We learned a long time ago that part of life is forgiving the past. It is just as important as figuring out who you are and what you want from life.
You see, we grew up in a tumultuous household. We had a mother and father that were complete disconnected from the world around them. They did the best job they could with us, of course. But there were many things in their past that caused the disconnect. It's really made me see love in a different way.
People ask me to define real love all the time. This is what I tell them. Real love gives you the strength to hope when there isn't any. Real love makes you want to contribute even more and to become a better person than you are today. Real love is allowing your loved ones to be who they really are and supporting them no matter what.
The trouble is that so many relationships out there, whether they're parent/child, friend/friend or husband/wife, are so constricting. Too many people try to turn others into who they want them to be, rather than letting them be who they are. You should always allow people to be who they really are. Allow them to grow into the amazing being they're supposed to be.
Relationships should never be constricting. You should never try to change someone into who you think they should be. You should never try to fix someone. Real love has no restrictions. Real love allows you to be who you want to be. Think about every relationship in your life, friends, family and lovers. Do you listen to them completely? Do you allow them to share themselves with you 100%? Do you take the time to hear what they want to tell you.
Too many of us react too quickly when people talk, instead of taking the time to listen. The next time someone comes to talk to you, realize they have something they chose to share with you and nobody else at that moment. Allow them to express themselves with you freely.
To love freely is letting someone be who they are. If you don't like who they are, then you have a decision to make. Do you want to be with them or not? If you don't, let them be free. Stop expecting people to change for you and stop trying to crush their character.
I do this with my little girl now. I don't expect her to be anything than the amazing child she is. Whatever she wants to share with me. Whether it's a story about Ana from Frozen, or Ariel fromThe Little Mermaid, I go with whatever she offers me. We should do that in all our relationships.
Allow your partner to be. Just support, flow and guide, just as water does to a boat. If you're not doing that, you're not showing real love. You have to let the people you love flourish. Guide, nourish and care for those you love and you'll be amazed how much more powerful love can be.
以上就是真爱的英语作文的全部内容，Only you, just because I saw you more in the crowd, I can never forget you again.翻译：真爱，是竭尽所能，是不顾一切，是哪怕全世界都对你恶语相向，我也会带你回家，为你说上一世情话。真爱，是在你没出现之前，我心中有关于择偶的千百种要求和标准，但你出现之后，内容来源于互联网，信息真伪需自行辨别。如有侵权请联系删除。
