A. 什么是真爱，用英文陈述一下
What is the true love?
B. 高分求一篇英语作文，关于真爱120字左右，最好带翻译 outline:你认为什么是真爱
I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with a little water and held it before me, and said this:
You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love. As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers around it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love… They try to posses it, they demand, they expect… and just like the water spilling out of your hand, Love will retrieve from you.
For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature.
If you have people you love, allow them to be free beings. Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order. Ask, but never demand. It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true Love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring.
我曾有个朋友，我们的关系很亲密。有一次我们坐在游泳池边上，她载手掌里盛了点儿水，捧在我面前，说:
你仔细看我手上这水了吗?那代表爱。只要你充满关爱地弯曲着你的手指，并允许它保持在那儿，它会永远在那儿。但是，如果你试图把你的手指在它周围合起并试图占有它，它会通过它找到的缝溢出去。这是人们当他们遇到爱时犯的最大的错误…他们试图占有它，他们要求，他们期待，那样就像溢出你的手掌的水一样，爱会从你身边撤退。
因为爱意味着自由随意,你不能改变它的本性。
如果你有爱的人，允许他们自由随意的存在。给予而不指望;建议而不命令;请求而不要求;可能听起来简单，但这需要一辈子去实践。这就是真爱的秘诀。真正去实践它，你必须对那些你爱的人没有期望，并给予无条件的关爱。
C. 有关一见钟情和真爱的英语作文
A fairy tale
A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
they loved each other a lot..
girl:" Slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
boy: "no, it's so fun.."
girl: "please... it's so scary.."
boy: "then say that you love me.."
girl: "fine..i love you..can you slow down now?"
boy: "give me a big hug.."
the girl gave him a big hug.
girl: "now can you slow down?"
boy: "can you take off my helmet and put it on? it's uncomfortable and? It's bothering me while i drive."
the next day, there was a story in the newspaper. a motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken.
there were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...
the guy knew that the brakes were broken. he didn\'t want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared.
instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her,put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself...
once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale...
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D. 急需一篇关于真爱是否需要考验的英语作文
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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 ring 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 ring 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."
E. 求一篇关于“什么是真爱”的英语作文。
There’s only one kind of love that can fill us up, make us whole, and give us the happiness we all want: unconditional love or true love. It is unconditional love that we all seek, and somehow we intuitively realize that anything other than that kind of love isn’t really love at all—’s an imitation of the real thing.
Unconditional love—true love—is so different from the kind of love most of us have known all our lives that it deserves both a name—Real Love—and definition of its own: Real Love is caring about the happiness of another person without any thought for what we might get for ourselves. It’s also Real Love when other people care about our happiness unconditionally. It is not Real Love when other people like us for doing what they want. Under those conditions we’re just paying for love again. We can be certain that we’re receiving Real Love only when we make foolish mistakes, when we fail to do what other people want, and even when we get in their way, but they don’t feel disappointed or irritated at us. That is Real Love (true unconditional love), and that love alone has the power to heal all wounds, bind people together, and create relationships quite beyond our present capacity to imagine.
F. 需一篇关于什么是真爱的英语作文，求大神
你先给我中文，我帮你翻译
G. 英语作文 我心目中的真爱
the reallove is anywhere`内
in my heart,when i was sick somebody can talk with me\or give me some of care·容i think that is love·when my iife was very terrible someone can give me some Suggestion·that enougt and that is love·when we meet troubie,anywhere can appear friend,i think that is reallove·
the love anytime around you·if we have love the sun will melt all the ice·the word will get more beautiful·
H. 高分求一篇英语作文，关于真爱120字左右，最好双语
Some people think life is love, we cannot live without love.some people believe life is marriage.But for me, life are both.
First, if life is only love, there will be no point in marriage. We get married because of we want to love forever, we are eager for romantic life.Thus, marriage provides us a legal garantee, whatever we do , we are protected by law. At the same time, when getting married, we'll get more wishes from our friends, relatives and parents,we'll feel happy than ever before.
Second, marriage cannot live longer without love. Love is the origin of marriage, love is the base of marriage. Each lover has a sweet dream of having a happy life and love describes a colorful marriage promoting the reletionship between the couples.
In all, we should put love and marriage together. Then, happy life will be come to us.