In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and college composition (essay). So how is a general composition written? Below are the warm time compositions I collected for everyone. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Those warm times essay 1
Those warm times are the happy times at home with your loved ones.
Those warm moments are mother’s care. In the winter when the cold wind is howling, I feel warm all over my body as soon as I enter the house. It turns out that my caring mother has already turned on the heating for me in advance. A series of fragrant and steaming dishes has been placed on the table. Although it is severe winter, my mother has big beads of sweat on her head, body and face. My mother's meticulous care is like a warm current in the cold wind, making me feel warm.
Those warm moments are my father’s encouragement. In order to make money to support the family, my father worked late into the night every day. In the middle of the night, I would always be awakened by the sound of my father going out. Although my father is not good at words, he can always encourage me when I am most vulnerable: "Duoduo, come on!" "Duoduo, you can do it!"... These words of encouragement have always inspired me, making me think about success and keep on working hard. Drop forward. My father’s sonorous and powerful encouragement was like a piece of bread when I was hungry, making me feel warm.
Those warm moments are my aunt’s nagging. At home, I can always hear my aunt's warm words: "Duoduo, are you hungry? Auntie will prepare delicious food for you, so don't be hungry!" Duoduo, take a rest when you are tired from doing homework, don't be tired! "Duoduo... These warm words have always been with me growing up. My aunt's nagging makes me feel warm like the sunshine in winter.
Home is a harbor of happiness, the sun in the cold winter, and A light in the darkness. When there is a home, there is warmth and happiness; those times at home are all warm times and happy times. Essay on those warm times 2
I have a very special life. A good friend, her name is Miaomiao, and I spent a lot of warm time with her.
I still remember that day, Miaomiao and I went to an extracurricular composition class, and I secretly put it in my schoolbag. There were some small biscuits, small milk slices, small jelly beans and other snacks hidden inside. You see, this time was no exception. A small corner of the biscuit package poked out of the bag. I quickly took these small biscuits. Should I eat it or keep it? Eat it, but it feels like it’s not enough; keep it, I’ll probably finish it before get out of class is over. Oh, what should I do? I can give it to Miaomiao for safekeeping! This way I won’t keep talking about them.
“Miaomiao, I brought some cookies, let’s eat them after class! "Okay, okay!" "It's just a small request." "No matter what happens, I will come to help you." "Seeing Miaomiao's expression on my face, I felt relieved. "Can you put these biscuits at your place first, just for one class? "What did I think it was? Don't worry, I won't eat secretly like you!" "Miaomiao smiled and put the biscuit into her pocket.
Facts have proved that Miaomiao is a truly reliable friend. After class, I found Miaomiao, and before I opened my mouth, she opened her The four small biscuits were hidden inside the clenched fist, "Look, let me tell you, I'm not as greedy as you. "Shh, keep your voice down. The other students are here. We only have four cookies. When they come to ask for them, we won't be able to eat much!" "I know!" You little snacker! "We secretly tore open the package and looked around. No one noticed. We took out the biscuits, shrank our heads, and put the biscuits in our mouths in one mouthful. No one noticed. We slowly bit it into pieces, took another one, and looked around. , no one noticed anything strange, and ate this again
I looked at Miaomiao, she was also eating it happily, it seemed that these biscuits were sweeter and warmer than usual.
Good times are always unforgettable. Now, I really miss this warm time.
Those Warm Times Essay 3
What warm moments do you have in your life? For example, a pot of hot tea, a sweet cake, or a gathering of relatives and friends. You may feel the happiness and warmth of that moment, and I will feel it too.
I remember one afternoon after school, I was walking on the road carrying a seemingly light but heavy schoolbag. I was tired and my pace slowed down a lot. It was already after five o'clock, but because the choir was rehearsing, the homework for the day was not done yet. Thinking about the endless homework and the hungry stomach, my mind was in chaos. When I saw my father's bicycle lying there downstairs, I knew he was back. I felt excited and hurried upstairs. When I pressed the doorbell, my father smiled and let me in. There was a disposable box in the room, which contained five leek boxes that looked like "rustic hats". They looked sparkling. My taste buds could no longer hold back. Eat as soon as you get one. At that moment, I felt warm. It’s the warmth from delicious food, the warmth from home, and the warmth from father’s love.
Another time, my sister-in-law came to our house during the Spring Festival and brought her sister to Xiamen to play. At that time, we were quietly watching the Spring Festival Gala when the doorbell rang suddenly. Everyone opened the door with puzzled faces, only to find that my sister-in-law and sister were here, bringing many gifts. Suddenly the family was ecstatic, cheering and shouting to welcome them in. The room suddenly went from quiet to lively, like a party. While we took over the heavy luggage and handed over the delicious dinner, everyone seemed to have endless things to say. At that time, I felt warm. It is the warmth that comes from loved ones and the warmth that comes from being together.
It is said that time is short and passes by in an instant, but it is the presence of warmth, warmth and warmth that makes us remember it in our hearts. What warm moments are unforgettable! Those Warm Times Composition 4
Now that I am in sixth grade and older than before, I will think back to my alma mater in elementary school. Now I will also feel the strict experience of elementary school teachers. She will be The first teacher I will never forget. Five years of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy will become an indelible time for me. Every beautiful word from the teacher has benefited me a lot. What could be warmer than this? In the first grade, we were ignorant. The teacher took a group of us children to class and told us that the school rules would help us get through the "bits and pieces" of difficulties, and taught us the principles of life and study habits... The elementary school has been through hardships until now, but I am willing to go through it. I really hope to go back to elementary school, it would be such a wonderful time - at the Sanhua level, everyone forms gangs, and all kinds of elegant, domineering, and grand slogans and combinations are spread out in the class. Whenever it comes to sports, they will put their arms around each other and raise their arms. After the fourth grade, students will be more active in learning. The fifth grade will be a goal to strive for, laying a better foundation for further studies, working hard to get closer to the big goal, and studying tenaciously. Those warm moments make them more indelible or fresh in my mind.
In those warm days when they were many but small, small but "fine", I couldn't stand the teacher's humming instructions. I can't forget that stern look; I can't forget that "nagging" mouth. It was the teacher who made me understand this sentence: "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." It was the teacher who made me understand the principles of being a human being...
In such an unforgettable little time, I received warmth and care in this alma mater, in this "big family". This is a warm and caring life. Five hard years... Those warm times essay 5
Warm, like a lamp, illuminating the way forward; Warm, like a glass of fine wine, intoxicating my soul; Warm, like a clear spring, nourishing My heart.
On a winter morning, it snowed heavily. The north wind blew loudly, and the snowflakes danced in the air. The land was completely white and the roads were deserted.
Lying in the warm quilt, I looked up at the snowy scene outside the window. I still thought the quilt was the most comfortable, so I quickly retracted my raised head. Suddenly, there was a "squeak" and the door was opened. I was about to complain when I saw my grandpa, fully armed, walking into my room with one hand hidden in his clothes. There are white snowflakes on Grandpa's head and shoulders.
Grandpa walked to my bed mysteriously: "Chenchen, wake up, guess what grandpa bought you?" I was surprised: "You just went out, it's too cold." Grandpa's kind face He smiled and said, "Your favorite braised beef noodles, get up and eat it quickly. It won't be warm when it gets cold." As he spoke, grandpa opened his coat with his other hand and took out a bowl of noodles. Tears suddenly blurred my vision. The winter sunshine shines into my room and into my heart. Together with my grandpa’s love, it warmed my heart.
The care of family members warms the heart, and the care of strangers is like the warm sunshine in winter.
Once, I was riding a bicycle and accidentally fell. I got a cut on my leg and it bled. I was in unbearable pain and there was no one around me. I complained: Why am I so unlucky? When I was helpless, an uncle from a distance saw me, took three steps and two steps at a time, and came to my side. One hand held the injured area, and the other hand helped me up: "Kid, are you okay?" My uncle helped me up, sat on the stool next to me, and called my father. The wind blew away the clouds and the sun became bright again. My uncle's care also makes me feel extra warm.
There is still a lot of warmth in life. As long as we taste it with our hearts, I will also use my actions to warm the people around me. Those Warm Times Composition 6
"Have I ever told you..." Whenever I hear this voice, I will sit quietly and prick up my ears. Because daddy is about to start telling stories!
My dad has a mixed physique of Mianyang and tiger. That is, one moment he looks like a sheep, and the next moment he becomes a tiger. He loves to tell stories to me. I don’t know if it’s because he loves reading.
I remember one time, I was writing a math expansion assignment, and suddenly I couldn’t write a question. Because my dad is better at math, I asked him to teach me. But I found that his expressive ability seemed to be somewhat lacking. After he told it N times, I still didn't understand it. He suddenly said, "Have I ever told you what your grandfather taught me?" "No!" I was very happy that I could listen to stories again. I'm used to it, he always goes off topic while talking. However, these stories were really exciting. His mouth was dry after talking about the topic, and he suddenly felt energetic again. "As soon as your grandfather taught me, I knew how to do it. How could you be so troublesome?" He looked at me helplessly. "Tch, you have poor expressive skills, do you blame me?" I rolled my eyes. "Hurry up, you!" Dad clicked on the topic with a pen...
Another time I was drinking water and suddenly heard "Under the warm sun, I welcome the fragrance!... ."puff! I almost spit out the water. Who sang "Girl by the Bridge" so unpleasantly? Mom is not at home, it must be the tone-deaf dad who is singing! I rushed out of the room. "I walked on that little bridge..." the singing continued. "Oh my God! I can't take it anymore!" I yelled. "Is it hard to hear?" he asked puzzledly. "Be a little self-aware, you!..." I replied.
Dad is such a strange man. But to me, he is like a big sun, which has been warming me for the past ten years and making me feel at home! Those Warm Times Composition 7
In our lives, often a small detail can touch people's hearts!
What happens every day is just a small detail, such as not talking about height in front of short people, not talking about weight in front of fat people, not disturbing others when they are talking... ...These may be small actions you inadvertently do, but they are extremely warm in the eyes of others.
It started to rain today, and I was patiently waiting for my parents in the classroom. After waiting for a long time but not seeing my parents come, I realized something was wrong. When I asked, I found out that my parents were busy today and could not come to pick me up. I had no choice but to go home alone, but I didn't have an umbrella... I walked towards home in the rain in despair.
At this time, I found that the rain suddenly stopped. "Huh? What's going on?" I said strangely.
"Hello!" A gentle voice came from behind me. I raised my head gently and saw a pink umbrella on my head. I turned around and saw that it was my deskmate. She was helping me to hold the umbrella. Holding an umbrella! "Look, you've wet yourself!" She said angrily, and took out a towel and carefully wiped the water off my head. My heart felt warm, and I said softly: "It's okay, thank you!" "Don't do this next time, be careful of catching a cold." I replied: "Yeah, yeah." So we went to each other. Walk in the direction of home.
The road we walked was wet, and my shoes were soaked, but I didn’t notice the cold feet at all. I knew that it was the friendship of my deskmates that warmed me. There are many careful people in the world, and we need to work hard to find them. Everyone is also working hard to become what others like. Come on together! Those Warm Times Composition 8
Time flies, I have been with my classmates for nearly six years, and the person I want to thank the most is my deskmate, although sometimes I see She was very unpleasant, even a little boring, but some of her actions really moved me deeply.
When I was in the third grade, I was placed next to Jiang Ziqing because of my arm injury, which started a three-year journey of being at the same table with her. At the beginning, I didn't like anything about her, especially when we were marking each other's papers. She was always so harsh. Even if I didn't write clearly enough, she would make a mistake. I really hated her, and even made mistakes in everything. Go against her. But she still took care of me wholeheartedly, helped me prepare my books in class, helped me remember my homework when I was away, and helped me pack my schoolbag after school. But my opinion of her still didn't change at all, until that happened. When the incident happened
On the day of the exam, the students were all writing hard. Jiang Ziqing helped me get manuscript paper, straw paper, and put away my schoolbag as usual. This had already wasted a lot of her exam time, but she didn't complain. The exam is almost over, and I finished answering the questions smoothly. Suddenly, a hateful wind came from nowhere and blew my rolling paper away. Due to my arm, I couldn't run over to pick up the paper. I saw my deskmate stood up without hesitation, rushed over in a few steps, and ran over to help me pick up the paper. Just when she sat down and was about to continue answering questions, the end of the exam rang. The sound rang, and the invigilator said: "The exam is over, start collecting the papers." I turned around and saw that she had written half of the last question and had not yet finished answering it.
At that moment, I felt warm and a little apologetic in my heart. Some things during this period appeared in my mind like a movie replay. At this important moment of the exam, she still wanted to help me first, but she didn't finish her own questions. But I was always against her. I was so ashamed at that time.
Indeed, a small gesture seems very ordinary, but it has huge magic power and makes people feel warm. From then on, I will never go against her again, and that scene will last forever. Stayed in my heart. Those Warm Times Composition 9
As the years go by, those warm times happen all the time, most often at home and in school.
Those warm moments are my mother’s nagging. I always hear her warm words at home: “Yangyang, study quickly!” “Yangyang, it’s time to eat!” “Do your homework. Take a rest when you are tired, don’t hurt your eyes! "Those warm nagging accompany me to grow up, and my mother’s nagging protects me like a big tree!
Those warm moments are the words that my father cares about all the time. In winter, when the cold wind is biting, I can always hear the sound of my father lighting the stove outside, which makes me feel warmer! Dad is a good cook. When I get out of the car and go home, I cook sumptuous meals for my family. My father’s love and care every bit makes me warm all over like the winter sun!
Those warm moments are the concern of classmates. Once I had a fever, my classmates went to the office to find disposable paper cups, poured hot water for me, and helped me find the teacher. That sentence: “Drink water to warm your belly.
"After saying that, he immediately handed me the water glass, ah, a warm current was around me, and it made me feel warm!
Those warm times are the teacher's criticism. If you haven't finished your homework, the teacher will be strict. After criticizing me, he would kindly reason with me. Who would take such pains to reason with me sentence by sentence? !
Those warm moments are the help of passers-by and strangers. When I stumble, the people passing by come to help you without asking for anything in return. Who is there to help me? I am here to help you, just like a hand pulling you up!
Home is the harbor of happiness, the sun in the cold winter! School is the meticulous criticism from teachers and the help from students! ! Strangers are also lights in the darkness! These are warm times in my heart! Those warm times essay 10
The care and care of my family are warm; the help and support of my classmates, It is warm; the teacher's teachings are also warm. There are countless such moments in my memory, and those moments appear in front of me one by one.
One lonely night, I was preparing to go to bed as usual, but suddenly I found myself feeling dizzy. My grandma was busy checking my body, looking for medicine, and calling my parents, looking at my grandma who was usually very strict with me. Seeing the busy figure, a warm current surged through my heart. "Sister, please give me the sermon topic. "Hey, can you help me understand how to understand this sentence?" "This is the most common way of dialogue between my sister and I. We used to study together, help each other, and explore together. At that time, we freely expressed our opinions, constantly argued and thought. We learned the truth through our own efforts. We have developed a good study habit under the influence of the environment. Now when I recall the mutual help and support at that time, I feel endless warmth in my heart.
The exam is over, and my brother’s grades are not very good. Ideal, looking at his depressed look, I couldn't help but recall everything my sister had done to me. Yes! Although I don't communicate with my sister often, I can continue to help my brother, so I helped him correct it. Wrong questions, guide him step by step out of the shadow of wrong questions, constantly thinking, checking, correcting, he mastered all types of wrong questions. At this moment, I feel that I am a real sister, pride and warmth arise spontaneously. I feel extremely warm.
My grandma’s meticulous care, my sister’s help in my study and my lectures to my brother made me realize more deeply: warmth is often around us, and in the future, Warmth will be everywhere. Composition 11 of Those Warm Times
Whenever the sun shines on me, a warm current will flow through my body, and those warm times walking with the teacher appear in front of my eyes.
Good articles are not easy to write. I want to thank Teacher Zhao for bringing us those warm moments. I remember once there was a field of carob flowers by the west wall. It was extremely beautiful. Teacher Zhao explained it to us softly. : "Look, those little pink flowers look like beautiful butterflies resting on the branches. When the wind blows, they dance with the wind. "After listening to the teacher's metaphor, I felt it was so appropriate. This incident was deeply engraved in my mind, and my writing seemed to be like a butterfly, slowly flying in my article. This The butterfly also awakened some warm moments hidden deep in my memory.
Every time I walked to the willow, Teacher Zhao would always capture those beautiful things with his camera, and the students would always rush to take them. They swarmed up and captured their brightest smiles in the teacher’s camera. During this process, if any of the students was naughty, the teacher would also punish them in a very interesting way, that is, everyone would play “wooden man” together. "" little game, the students' love for this game is extraordinary. As long as the teacher starts to count down to three times, the students must stop their movements and freeze in place. Now look at the various expressions and movements of the students, there are Some showed exaggerated grimaces, and some made very funny movements: landing on one foot and spreading their arms, as if they were about to fly.
After returning to the classroom, the students pestered the teacher to tell us stories. The teacher always told the stories vividly, and even serious historical stories became very interesting. At this time, the students always listened with interest, and from time to time Let out bursts of laughter, and the laughter will fill the entire classroom.
Primary school time is coming to an end soon, and the time we spend with Teacher Zhao is also very limited, but we will always remember the warm moments that the teacher brought us! Those Warm Times Composition 12
There is a person with a hunchback and wrinkles on her face. She is just an ordinary farmer, but she makes my life filled with joy and warmth.
When I was a child, she and I lived in the countryside and spent the warmest and happiest time in my life.
I don’t like to cut my hair, I just like it to be long. This is not a love for beauty, but an expression of my longing for her.
I still remember the little pigtails she tied up for me in those years, which were black and shiny. Although it hurt a little when pricking, she would always tell me stories while pricking, and the pain disappeared naturally.
Summer is my favorite season. Although it is hot, her love makes me feel extremely cool.
In summer, children have to be called to take a nap. Of course, I am no exception, but I don’t hate it like other children. Every noon, she would spread out the mat for me and bring me the only electric fan in the house. Whenever she saw beads of sweat on my body, she would gently wipe them away with a towel. Who doesn’t like this kind of nap?
At that time, the conditions at home were not good, so she cherished good-looking clothes, and she never bought expensive clothes. However, in the hot summer, she always buys a very beautiful piece of fabric and sews a comfortable and breathable skirt for me stitch by stitch. What a great gift it is for a child!
I still remember that she would always take out a handful of candies from her pocket like Doraemon. I was young and ignorant, so I always thought she had hidden it secretly, but later I found out that she took the eggs and ran hundreds of meters away to get them from someone else!
When I was a child, I was very naughty and would often run outside to play. But what I couldn’t figure out was why I always saw her anxious figure at the door when I came home. Thinking about it now, I was so stupid that I didn’t know she had been waiting for me!
She made my childhood unforgettable and made me happy forever.
She is my dear grandma. Although she was poor, she supported the whole family with love.
Those days were the warmest times in my life! Those Warm Times Composition 13
Time flies and is gone forever. The five years of primary school have passed quietly, warm and beautiful.
I remember it was when I was in third grade. In a physical education class, the teacher asked us to practice sit-ups. When I was doing it, my waist and belly always struggled with strength, so I only did a few while others did more than a dozen. I am not willing to be competitive, so after lunch, I always take out the mat and ask my classmates to help me practice. Twenty-six, twenty-seven, stop at twenty-eight! I was sweating profusely at this time, but after seeing my progress, I still smiled.
Since then, my sit-up scores have been improving, and finally, I got a perfect score! At that moment, I almost cried, thinking about how my classmates cheered me on when I could only reach single digits before. This time is really warm and beautiful.
Another time, it was when I was in fifth grade.
That day, the weather was very bad, as if God had lost his temper, with the cold wind howling and heavy snow falling. I was standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus to pick me up from school. I was shivering and my hands and feet were stiff from the cold. There were not many people on the street, and I was almost alone. There are very few cars, so it’s hard to wait for the bus. However, at this moment, a car slowly drove towards me, but what was even more unexpected was that she stopped. She rolled down the side window, stretched her head and said to me: Little girl, where are you going? She is a woman in her 40s and looks very kind. I also leaned against the car window and responded to her: I want to go to school.
That's just right. I'll drop by and I'll take you there! It's so cold today and you can't get a taxi. I'll just give you a lift! I thought for a while and then got in the car. After arriving at school, I took out the money from my pocket and gave it to her, but she waved her hand and said to me: No, I did this voluntarily, keep it. After that, she drove away and I felt a surge of enthusiasm in my heart.
There are many beautiful times in life, and those warm times have always been with me as I grew up. Essay 14 of those warm times that accompanied me as I grew up.
As the years go by, many Encounters eventually become partings.
"If life is just like the first time we met", it is just the beautiful mood of many people. In the end, this world will not just stay in the beginning.
Whatever comes, just comes, and what goes, goes. Many of them are just like Xu Zhimo, who "waves his sleeves and doesn't take away a single cloud."
We are powerless to change anything, and we are powerless to ask for anything.
What we can remember is just the warmth of those times.
Think about it, the encounters in many times are a kind of warmth. This warmth, whether it is blooming brightly, or waiting silently, is a beautiful scenery.
In the brilliance, the blooms are a little bright, a little beautiful, a little delicate. From then on, forget about the past life and forget about this life. Everything I have is just to be able to be the charming girl in the encounter, just to be the dancer spinning in the time. This encounter was only accompanied by laughter, and I have long forgotten what sadness and sorrow are. Can you do this to captivate the city, can do this, and forget your past and present lives, can do such an ultimate bloom, even if from now on, you can only hide quietly among the flowers, pretending not to be lonely, so why not.
In silence, waiting for a piece of attention, a greeting, and a vague concern. There is nothing wrong with lightly drawing an arc at the corner of your mouth, quietly reciting a string of characters in your heart. Even if, at this time, you have not yet reached this intersection. But, in this long journey, we will always be together at a certain moment. Even after we got together, we still moved forward in our respective directions. After all, when we walked together, we stayed in the depths of each other's eyes. For the rest of our lives, there will be another beautiful scenery in our memoirs.
It wouldn’t be a bad thing if we could really walk together in this deep time. As the Buddha said, "Do happy things with a lover, regardless of the fate or calamity."
If you can meet, you will be happy together. If we can go together, we can watch the blooming mountain flowers, the green grass and trees, the gurgling streams, the flying orioles and dancing swallows, and the blue sky and white clouds.
Don’t worry about who can stay in whose time, don’t worry about who can stay in whose heart for how long.
Just use the joy of those times to warm the rest of the years. Those Warm Times Composition 15
Warmth is around us, even an inconspicuous little thing will be remembered in people's hearts, just like that certain moment
A new stray cat has arrived downstairs in the community. His yellow-white body is fat and soft, and his big brown-black eyes are so charming in the sun. Everything seems to be still. Grandma Xu is a warm-hearted person. She is far away from our home, but I can always meet her every day when I go to school. He said he would come over for a walk if he had nothing to do, but I knew he came to see the stray cat. Soon after I heard the news, Grandma Xu I took the stray cat into his home. He was so warm-hearted. I went to visit him once. He got along very well with the cat, and every day was full of laughter.
Grandma Xu’s small house is very ordinary, more than 50 square meters, but it is full of warmth. A bed, a cabinet, a counter, plus his small yard full of love, it seems like a Beautiful ink painting, neighbor Grandpa Wang came to Grandma Xu to exchange money with a 100-yuan banknote. Grandma Xu walked into the house and opened his small box, which contained many flat and flat banknotes, including one-yuan and ten-yuan banknotes. , but Grandma Xu didn’t seem to be restrained at all, and she continued to do things for everyone. No wonder the neighbors are so good to each other, which makes me feel warm.
Warmth also occurs in our lives.
The alarm clock is ringing. Alas, it’s time to go to school again. I dragged my heavy steps and repeated the things I had to repeat every day. My mother was making breakfast for me while shouting, "Hurry up, get dressed, hurry up, wash up, hurry up, pack your schoolbag, and the meal will be ready soon. Mom was still the same as before." It's annoying. I ate beef noodles today and I just took a bite. Ah, it's scalding me to death. I resisted. Mom said: If you don’t eat hot food in this winter, you will freeze to death. I was powerless to resist, but I knew that she loved me and wanted the best for me, which made me stop complaining.
Those warm times.