Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, letting people who have lost their way toward the light; warmth is a fire in the snow, letting cold people feel the heat of the puffing; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, letting people with dry mouths feel sweet.
The cold winter came, the sky snowflakes fluttering, to the earth paved with a layer of thick quilt. I strolled down the street, feeling extraordinarily cold, and from time to time covered my mouth with my hand, so as to warm up a bit.
Inadvertently, I found a smooth wall across the street pasted a few flyers and other paper, an old cleaner who looks forty or fifty years old with a brush dipped in water in the paper brush, and then carefully torn by hand.
Although it is on the opposite side, but still can clearly see, her hands are frozen red, the red, as if on fire.
After she had carefully removed several sheets of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another one. However, I saw that she raised her right hand, but stopped in the air, seemed to be fixed. Again, I saw her move closer to the wall, then she shook her head slightly and left.
What happened? Why wasn't she clear of her? Was she being lazy? A series of questions floated through my mind.
I was just about to see what was going on when I saw another skinny cleaning lady approach the sheet. I thought she would remove the paper, but I didn't realize that she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: raised her right hand, fixed it in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away.
Seeing this, I was even more puzzled, so I made up my mind to go and take a look.
After crossing the street, I came to the wall. In front of my eyes was a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ......
Doubts were cleared, I understood everything in this instant. At this time, a stream of warmth surged to the heart, the snowflakes are still like goose feathers flying, Le I no longer feel cold, but feel extraordinarily warm.
Winter is cold. But he will also make people feel warm, as the two cleaners in general, the kind of strong warmth in this world, is derived from that fire like hot heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites that heartfelt fragrance in my heart. I think its warmth is enough to haunt my whole life.
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This article is from: Self-cultivation of international students
This article is written by: K?tzchen
The days of studying abroad, it is very cold
The small things that happened during the period of studying abroad, it can be very warm
The small gestures of strangers, it can make a person warm a good while
These kindnesses make people warm up a good time. >
These kindnesses make us realize
that while the world isn't always as good as we think it is
it's definitely not bad.
There are more good people than bad, because you will always encounter the kindness of strangers without realizing it.
What comes out of the blue is not always a disaster, it can be a surprise.
Thank you, the German brother who took the initiative to help me move my luggage
Every time I go back to my country, it is a big box and a small box in my hand, two 20-30 kilograms of boxes, can not be moved at all, and up and down the stairs is particularly difficult.
A German brother, dressed in a punk style, looked like a cool person who didn't like to talk to people, he passed by me and asked me if I needed help, and I said thank you.
Not only did he help me with my luggage, but he also sat next to me on the plane. We talked a lot about work and study, and it turned out that he had been in Beijing for a while and loved Chinese culture, and wanted me to teach him a few words of Chinese.
Thank you for meeting him, it made my long way home much more interesting and easier.
Thank you, Chinese aunt who taught me how to make warm noodle soup
In the bitter and lonely years of studying in a foreign country, a Chinese aunt on the street taught me how to make homemade noodles by rolling out the noodles in the early winter evening, which made me feel the happiness and warmth I had not seen for a long time.
The warmth conveyed by the noodle soup, from the tip of the tongue all the way to the stomach and heart, soothing me all the cold dew. That bowl of sausage and egg noodles, Canton style sausage, fried egg, chopped chili, scallions, soy sauce soup base.
Sausage sliced, fried until transparent, do not change the oil fried eggs, can be older a little scorched. Noodles cooked to 8 minutes, a little chewy. Soy sauce, lard, sesame oil base, a little salt, a little pepper, pouring noodle soup.
Serving the noodles, arrange the sausage slices, put the egg, drizzle the oil in the pan, sprinkle with chopped chili peppers, and it's done.
I picked up and ate a big bowl full of noodles, which evoked many emotions in my heart.
It turns out that in this cold city there are people who care about me, even strangers give me warmth, the heart of the sour immediately be healed most of the.
In the future, when I encounter a difficult night, I will cook a bowl of noodles to warm myself, and tell myself that the difficulties will pass, as long as I firmly go forward.
Thank you, with kindness to the world
The fourth semester, we have a class, required to produce a book, the theme is the taste of mother.
You were to interview people of different nationalities in different cultural environments and educational backgrounds, ask them how they remembered the taste of their mothers, record it and organize it into a book.
This German mom was enrolled in the same gym as me, and I asked a lot of people that day if they could "cook a meal for their mom" while I did the videography and interviews.
Asked several people, were rejected for various reasons, then asked the German mother with little hope, I did not think she did not hesitate to agree.
The German mom who changed the world with kindness
Later, I asked her why, and she said that because her daughter was studying in France, and had received a lot of help, every time she saw a girl about the same age as her daughter in trouble, she would want to help her. She also wants to pass on her kindness to others, so that it can be passed on to all corners of the world.
It was harvest time for white asparagus, and she cooked German classic white asparagus, which was the first dish she learned from her mother, and her daughter's favorite dish, a dish that linked three generations of grandchildren.
The roasting method is simple: white asparagus is tied into bundles, head side up, and cooked in a relatively deep pot. Add a pinch of salt, butter and sugar, cook for about 15 minutes, depending on the thickness of the asparagus, plate and serve with the sauce.
Some people don't even add sauce, they just love the original flavor of the asparagus. The white asparagus is fresh, tender and delicate, with a light flavor in the chewing.
That meal, let me start to think about how the mother's love is a kind of existence, but also suddenly understand, the original parents of the child's love, no matter where to go will be remembered.
Thank you, Miss Italy for accompanying us
According to the usual practice, Christmas is to go to the nearby countries to play. That Christmas, we chose Italy.
Because everyone I know who has been to Italy has almost always encountered thieves in Italy, some people's wallets were stolen, some people SLR was stolen, and even some friends were provoked and intimidated by thieves.
All six of us in the group were cautious, carrying our bags in front of us or inside our duvets. But my friend still encountered a thief.
Her wallet was stolen, her visa was missing from it, and luckily her German temporary residence permit was in her suitcase at the hotel.
The rest of the trip was completely disrupted by the theft, and we were so upset that we wanted to end the trip early and go back to Germany, but the flights were already booked and couldn't be canceled.
After we had settled down, we immediately looked for someone to ask where the police station was. The police told us to fill out a report form, but they didn't speak English well enough for us to understand what he was talking about.
The Italian lady next to us started to help us translate, accompanied us in the police station to handle all kinds of formalities, and also called the Italian Authority to ask us about this situation, how to reissue the visa.
We couldn't find our way to the Italian authorities, and we couldn't figure out where to go, so she took us to the subway station before she left.
Luckily, the Christmas vacation had not yet started that day, otherwise we would have to stay in Italy for one more week, which would totally affect our school schedule.
Little by little, minute by minute, now recall, every little thing is a gentle fold on the lake of the heart blown by the wind, just as the warmth brought by those strangers.
We may just pass by and never meet again, or we may meet again in the future, no one knows, we only know that your kindness will be unforgettable in my life.
For you, it may just be a matter of hands, but for me, it is a long, long time to remember.
In this world, there is darkness and there is light. The world is a place where you can see the world as it is, and you can see the world as it is.
You are kind, see the world is beautiful. You are warm, the world returns to you is goodwill.
Ancient people say: man is good, although the blessing has not yet arrived, the disaster has been far away. The people who are evil, although the disaster has not yet arrived, the blessing has been far away. Life will always give you a just-right hug at some point.
Thank you, strangers who have warmed me.
Thank you for giving me the warmth essay, 600 words, with details describing homework help
Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, so that people who lost their way to the light; warmth is a fire in the snow, so that cold people feel the heat of the face; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, so that the dry mouth of the people feel sweet. Winter is coming, snowflakes flying in the sky, to the earth covered with a thick quilt. I strolled in the street, feeling extraordinarily cold, from time to time with a hand over the mouth, so as to warm up some. Inadvertently, I found a smooth wall across the street pasted a few pamphlets and other paper, an old cleaner who looked forty or fifty years old with a brush dipped in water in the paper brush, and then carefully torn by hand. Although she was on the opposite side of the street, she could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red color was like fire. After she had carefully removed several sheets of advertising paper, she moved on to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but stopped in the air, as if frozen. She moved closer to the wall, then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on? Why isn't she clear of her? Is she being lazy? A series of questions came to my mind. I wanted to see what was going on, but then I saw a skinny cleaning lady approaching the paper. I thought she would remove the paper, but I didn't realize that she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: raised her right hand, held it in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away. Seeing this, I was even more puzzled, so I made up my mind to go and take a look. I crossed the street and came to the wall. In front of my eyes was a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ...... Doubts were cleared, I understood everything in this instant. At this time, a stream of warmth welled up in my heart, the snowflakes are still like goose feathers flying, Le I no longer feel cold, but feel extraordinarily warm. Winter is cold. But he will also make people feel warm, as the two cleaners in general, the kind of strong warmth in the world, is from the heart of the fire like hot. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the fragrance of my heart. I think its warmth is enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.
Thank you for bringing me warmth
Since the croaking of a baby, I came to this world has been 13 years.
In 13 years, I was surrounded by heavy warmth, affection, friendship are my most precious memories! When I lost my soul, I thought, I still have a warm harbor, I still have the most intimate friends! It is the parents who comfort me when they are sad for me, you they give me warmth.
Sometimes the warmth is always in that snap of the fingers, that an insignificant detail, or even a phone call ...... The dark night, the wind outside the window screaming, that swept through the small trees issued by the whirring sound, the more you listen to the more people heart hair.
I was in the house while staring and tapping my head with a pen, and even though the heat was on, I still couldn't feel the warmth.
I was the only one in the very large room, and even talking to myself seemed hopeless, so I chose to be silent.
My parents were too busy to stay home, and I don't know how many nights I was home alone.
Looking out the window, I seemed to have gotten used to being alone, but I still couldn't control the blur in front of me.
I didn't believe they were tears, and dried the slightly salty droplets at the corners of my mouth.
Attention shifted to the topic of the weekly journal, I ran to choose to write about family love, but suddenly realized that I could not begin.
I wandered around the table as if waiting for something, but couldn't think of what, except that I wouldn't be able to sleep all night without it.
The more I thought about it, the more overwhelmed and panicked I felt, so much so that I was afraid to think about it.
I went back to the table, looking at the desk lamp under the composition book in a daze, the big paper is only the pen, not a word, I am a little lost.
At that moment, the phone rang, and I suddenly remembered that it was what I was waiting for! I ran to the phone in a panic and it stopped ringing, it was clearly my mom's phone number.
She must have hung up thinking I was asleep and wouldn't answer the phone.
I waited a long time and didn't hear ***, so I couldn't help but press redial.
"Mom -" at this point, tears overflowed my eyes ...... In fact, warmth is everywhere.
Just in that inadvertent, has let the warmth spread to the heart, just we will not know how to experience.
Mom I want to say to you "Thank you for bringing me warmth"
"Thank you for bringing me warmth" of the 600-word essaySince the croaking of a baby, I came to the world has been 13 years. 13 years. I have been surrounded by heavy warmth, affection, friendship are my most precious memories! When I lost my soul, I thought, I still have a warm harbor, I still have the most intimate friends! It's my parents who comfort me when I'm sad, and they give me warmth. Sometimes the warmth is always in the snap of a finger, that one insignificant detail, or even a phone call. In the darkness of the night, the wind was screaming outside the window, and the whistling sound it made as it swept through the small trees made people's hearts grow fuzzy the more they listened to it. I tapped my head with a pen as I stared around the room, and even though the heater was on, I still didn't feel warm. I was the only one in a very large room, and even talking to myself seemed helpless, so I chose to remain silent. My parents were too busy to stay at home, and I didn't know how many nights I was home alone. Looking out the window, I seemed to have gotten used to being alone, but I still couldn't control the blur in front of my eyes. I didn't believe they were tears, and wiped the salty drops from the corners of my mouth. My attention shifted to the topic of my weekly journal. I had chosen to write about my family, but suddenly I found myself at a loss for words. I wandered around the table as if waiting for something, but I couldn't think of what it was, except that I couldn't sleep a wink without it. The more I thought about it, the more I felt overwhelmed and panicked, so I didn't dare think about it anymore. I went back to the table, looking at the desk lamp under the composition book in a daze, the big paper only the pen, not a word, I was a little lost. At that moment, the phone rang, and I suddenly remembered that it was what I was waiting for! I ran to the phone in a panic, but it didn't ring, and it was clearly my mom's phone number. She must have hung up because she thought I was asleep and wouldn't answer the phone. I waited for a long time and didn't hear ***, so I couldn't help but press redial. "Mom--" At that moment, tears overflowed my eyes. In fact, warmth is everywhere. In that inadvertently, has let the warmth spread to the heart, only we do not know how to experience. Mom I want to say to you "Thank you for bringing me warmth"
Thank you for giving me warmth 800Thank you for giving me warmth The person who once gave me warmth and encouragement, so that I am not in the frustration of sadness and grief; the person who once taught me the truth of life, trying to figure out the way for the future of their own success; the person who once gave me warmth and encouragement, so that I am not in the frustration of sadness and grief; the person who once taught me the truth of life, trying to figure out the way for the future of their own success; the person who used to give me, not only these, even more, that person is my teacher.
One exam I did poorly, although the students try to get good grades for the class to strive for glory, but because of me, and bad classmates want to complete the thing, I think so: how to do, if this continues, I'm afraid that my classmates, friends are far away from me.
One afternoon, the teacher asked me to talk to him, and he told me, "This exam is not very good!
One afternoon, the teacher came to talk to me and told me, "I didn't do very well on this exam.
"I told the teacher:" I have reviewed the content of the curriculum every day! But I just can't get a good grade, and my classmates seem to be very good at what they do, and there's always a lot of people in the high scores group.
"The teacher replied:" seize the learning method, perhaps you can change your mind about reading, some people like to read the reason, is to love to read, love to explore, if you can let yourself read from time to time, or do more research on the topic, I think the results will be greatly improved.
"After this exam, I get a lot of reading methods, the teacher's words, warm my heart, so that I no longer worry, although this time failed, but get is a valuable experience.
On campus, from time to time to care and I was once frustrated by the exams and frustrated students, sister, perhaps in the future there are more difficult is waiting for us, we should not give up on this, think of that once gave me the warmth of the teacher, I want to be more positive efforts to forge ahead.
Thank you, give me the warmth of this essay about 700 wordsWarmth is a guiding light in the dark night, so that people who lost their way to the light; warmth is a fire in the snow, so that cold people feel the heat of the face; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, so that people with dry mouth feel sweet.
The cold winter came, the sky snowflakes fluttering, to the earth lay a thick layer of quilt.
I strolled down the street, feeling extraordinarily cold, and from time to time covered my mouth with my hand, so as to warm up a little.
Inadvertently, I found a smooth wall across the street with a few flyers and other paper, an old cleaner who looked forty or fifty years old with a brush dipped in water brushed the paper, and then carefully torn by hand.
Although it is on the opposite side, but still can clearly see, her hands are frozen red, the red, as if on fire.
After she had carefully removed several sheets of advertising paper, she went on to another.
However, I saw that she raised her right hand, but stopped in the air, seemed to be fixed.
Again, I saw her move closer to the wall, then she shook her head slightly and left.
What happened? Why isn't she clear of her? Is she being lazy? A series of questions floated through my head.
I was just about to see what was going on when I saw another skinny female cleaner approach the sheet.
I thought she would remove the paper, but I didn't expect her to do exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze it in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.
Seeing this, I was even more puzzled, so I made up my mind to go and take a look.
After crossing the street, I came to the wall.
In front of my eyes was a 'missing person notice'.
It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ...... Doubts were cleared, I understood everything in this instant.
At this time, a warm current surged to the heart, the snowflakes are still like goose feathers flying, Le I no longer feel cold, but feel extraordinarily warm.
Winter is cold.
But he will also make people feel warm, as the two cleaners in general, the world of the kind of thick warmth, is derived from that fire like hot heart.
It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the heart of my heart.
I think its warmth is enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.
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Thank you for giving me the warmth essay outline
Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, so that people who have lost their way to the light; warmth is a fire in the snow, so that cold people feel the heat of the puffing; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, so that people with dry mouths feel sweet. Winter is coming, snowflakes flying in the sky, to the earth covered with a thick quilt. I strolled in the street, feeling extraordinarily cold, from time to time with a hand over the mouth, so as to warm up some. Inadvertently, I found a smooth wall across the street pasted a few pamphlets and other paper, an old cleaner who looked forty or fifty years old with a brush dipped in water in the paper brush, and then carefully tear with their hands. Although she was on the opposite side of the street, she could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red color was like fire. After she had carefully removed several sheets of advertising paper, she moved on to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but stopped in the air, as if frozen. She moved closer to the wall, then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on? Why isn't she clear of her? Is she being lazy? A series of questions came to my mind. I wanted to see what was going on, but then I saw a skinny cleaning lady approaching the paper. I thought she would remove the paper, but I didn't realize that she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: raised her right hand, held it in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away. Seeing this, I was even more puzzled, so I made up my mind to go and take a look. I crossed the street and came to the wall. In front of my eyes was a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ...... Doubts were cleared, I understood everything in this moment. At this time, a stream of warmth welled up in my heart, the snowflakes are still like goose feathers flying, Le I no longer feel cold, but feel extraordinarily warm. Winter is cold. But he will also make people feel warm, as the two cleaners in general, the kind of strong warmth in the world, is from the heart of the fire like hot. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the fragrance of my heart. I think its warmth is enough to haunt my life.
junior essay thank you for giving me warmth 400 words homework helpSince a baby's croak, I came to this world has been 13 years.13 years, I was surrounded by heavy warmth, affection, friendship are my most precious memories! When I lost my soul, I thought, I still have a warm harbor, I still have the most intimate friends! It's my parents who comfort me when I'm sad, and they give me warmth. Sometimes the warmth is always in the snap of a finger, that one insignificant detail, or even a phone call. The dark night, the wind outside the window screaming, that swept through the small trees issued by the whirring sound, the more you listen to the more people in the heart hair ....
Composition to thank you for my love for the topic
People always love to proclaim the greatness of mother's love.
Metaphor, but also always willing to be compared to the things of the mountains and rivers, very few people compare the mother's love to water, think it is too bland.
The first thing you need to know is that you have to be able to get your hands on a lot of things that you don't want to do.
I remember reading an article called "Mother's love has no specific content".
Yeah, look back carefully and realize that it's hard to prove how a mother is through one thing or another, and it's also hard to use one word to explain how a mother is.
Of course, this is not because of the mother does not know enough, on the contrary, because too much understanding, a thousand things, do not know how to write.
I appreciate my mother's character, thundering and never dragging.
I hope I can one day be as upright and unyielding as my mother.
This is the quality that a good cadre should have - my mother taught me that.
It is well recognized that mothers can suffer.
I have the impression that there is nothing that my mother cannot do.
This has been the case since I can remember and has not changed until now.
Therefore, always like to stay with my mother, very warm feeling, I like this feeling, make me feel solid, safe.
Often lament the relentlessness of the years, relentless to almost cold.
She captured all the youth of the people around me, and used their old age to exchange for my growth.
The washing of light, bleached mom's long hair, but left her that innate bravery and strength.
But still have to admit, mom is old.
But, many of mom's words make sense.
This is the experience of life, leaving behind a treasure that contains the mystery of life - so when I was a child, I absolutely adored my mother, some of her words as the Bible to follow.
Mom often said, a person's life, not all things are like to do, there are a lot of things, you do not like to do, but can not help but do, and must do, do also have to do the best; otherwise do not say sorry parents, sorry friends, and even you even sorry for themselves.
These words accompanied me through yesterday, to today, I believe, will also accompany me to tomorrow.
Give me the courage to face every person and every new challenge with strength on every sunny day.
Love is love, and I y honor my mother.
It is not sensational, but sometimes, the fine water is not lost in the scenery.
There may be a few ordinary, but it would have been a mortal one, and how magnificent love.
What's more, in my opinion, every love is the same treasure, worthy of our eternal treasure.
Together, we can recall the early spring, taste the summer, chew the golden autumn, and listen to the winter.
Pick up the life left me little by little, every piece of growing up memories brewed into the most pure (mellow) wine, labeled, with the baptism of the years more and more thick, more and more fragrant; with the mother's love as a label, the same to love everyone around, but also to cherish every piece of other people to give love.
I hope that my young heart can warm my mother's heart that is no longer young, nourish her full of vicissitudes, and take care of my mother for a lifetime.
Yes, mother's love is like water.
Water - the source of life; mother - a lifetime together.
Expand "There is only a good mother in the world, there is a mother's child like a piece of treasure ......" This song I think we should all be very familiar with.
is that you have gone through a lot of hard work, selfless nurture my healthy growth, is that you in my most need to give me warmth, is that you in my encounter with difficulties when I call me the reason for being a man ...... remember when I was in the second grade of elementary school, the test was a mess, that period of time, I simply did not pay attention to the class, when I put the A can't read the paper into the hands of my mother when you did not get angry, but also pleasantly said to me: "You know it, failure is the mother of success, you did not test well this time no matter, from now on you have to listen to the teacher, and complete the homework that the teacher has assigned to you, you wait another month, see how the effect is, OK? " I was very surprised at that time, why you did not teach me a lesson, but talk to me calmly like this, wait for a month later, my grades really improved, consecutively took several one hundred points, even the teacher praised me, you told me, "You see, failure is the mother of success, you excelled in this month, really good! " I remember another time, is in the third grade, that time I was infected with red eye, and that time my knees were rubbed, you anxious to help me look around for a prescription, from others know take mulberry leaves boiled a little spread in the eyes, will get better, you do not know where to get the mulberry leaves, put on my eyes, sitting next to me, watching me fall asleep.
When I got up in the morning, my eyes were stuck because of the red eye, you were anxious to help me bring a towel to make me comfortable.
How hard you worked for me.
Thank you for helping me and letting me know the truth of life.
Fuqing City Chengguan Primary School, sixth grade: Ye Xinsheng sweet 12th Episode Mom, I want to say to you in my childhood, every day is almost always happy.
My precious life is given by my mother, my happy childhood is given by my mother, I think everything I have is given by my mother.
In life mom cares about me the most.
At night the stars blink their eyes, I have entered a sweet dream, the night is cold, but my mother is wearing thin clothes, braving the cold came to my room, with her cold hands to the warm quilt to cover me, my body is like the sun shines on me, warm.
In the study or mom is most concerned about me.
Family conditions are not rich, but my mother must let me read the best school ---- Dingnan Experimental School "school in the school".
Mom every day for my learning to worry about, take the initiative to understand my learning situation, but also teach me how to behave, how to develop a love of learning good habits.
I remember one day the exam was not good, I was in a terrible mood.
Back home, I mustered up the courage to tell my mother the results, my mother comforted me and said: "Do not be sad in the future to strive hard and study hard, I believe that one day you will achieve very good results.
"Also told me that men do not easily sad tears.
After hard work I achieved the first place in the final exam in the first semester of the third grade, my mother was very happy.
At that moment I told myself: must make my mom proud of me forever.
Mom, I want to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard, thank you for giving me life and a happy childhood, at any cost to raise me.
In the future, I will study harder, grow up to be a good person, work well, and use their own practical actions to repay you for your sea-like favor.
"
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