In life, there are many moments worth experiencing in detail, among these moments, the most unforgettable are the warm moments, which reflect the warmth of the earth. And tell us some truths in life, so they can make people unforgettable for a lifetime. On a Sunday, it rained all morning and finally cleared up in the afternoon. I put on my newly bought clothes and went for a walk in the street. The aged pavement was pitted with potholes and water had accumulated. As I strolled along, humming a song, the small trees along the street were washed clean by the rain, making people feel brand new. The blue sky after the rain and the fresh air made me feel happy. The traffic on the road was still busy, when a black motorcycle quickly wiped past me. "With a loud crash, the splash of sewage mercilessly pounced on me. In the face of this sudden "attack", I have not reacted, I found this spot on the body of muddy water, my good mood has also been swept away. I couldn't help but complain secretly in my heart. Just as I turned around and was ready to go home, a small car appeared in front of me again, I immediately reacted, rushed to the side of the dodge, lest my new clothes again "snow". At the moment I fled, the owner of the car seemed to read my mind, slowed down, and drove slowly by my side. Through the car window, I vaguely saw the owner seemed to show a gentle smile, that smile has thoughtfulness, sincerity and care. Looking at his smile, I felt a sudden warmth in my heart. It seemed that my worries were unnecessary. No sewage was spilled where the car passed, but the owner's warm smile was y imprinted in my mind. In the future, whenever I strolled along the street, I would always think of him because, for the first time, he made me realize what a warm moment was. Give me warmth, and I will find a touch of green in the endless desert. Give me warmth, I will be in the blazing sun under the blazing sun to feel a trace of the most pleasant cool. Give me warmth, I will be disappointed in the thorn road to harvest a most touching power. Everyone is thirsty for warmth. Because warmth is a flame, can dissolve the frozen heart; warmth is a cup of hot tea, can expel the cold taste; warmth is a flower can bring you the enjoyment of beauty. My mom gave me warmth in my life. That warmth is in my experience of pain and suffering, my mother handed me a loving eyes; is in my success, my mother gave me a word of approval; is in my despondency and despair, my mother gave me a deep caress. Give me warmth, I long for warmth, as I am attached to my mother's love. Teachers give me warmth in life, that warmth is in my mistakes, the teacher of my kind criticism; is in my lack of progress, when I stop moving forward, the teacher of my good guidance; is that I was honored, hanging on the corner of the teacher's mouth a smile of comfort. Give me warmth, I long for warmth, as I give me deep concern for the teacher's attachment. Friends give me warmth in life. That warmth is I am in a breach of trust, friends of my tolerance and understanding; I am full of bitterness, friends patiently listen; is I am in trouble, friends to extend the hand of assistance. Give me warmth, I long for warmth, as I give my friends to my sincere friendship attachment. Many people in my life have given me warmth, and I have sincerely enjoyed it. Their warmth has brought me encouragement, support, help and comfort to my soul. The warmth that was given to me will always fill the river of my heart and will not dissipate for how long! Give me warmth, I long for warmth! Keywords: essay on warmth warmth late fall, dew cold wind cold, cold cicadas miserable, the north wind uncontrollably shook the old trees, in the bare treetops screaming, the ground withered yellow leaves, was the wind swept up, swirling in the air, just fell and was swept up again ...... people's faces all the chills. My mom and I walked on the quiet street. It was very cold, and even though I was wearing a thick sweater, the wind was still coming in through the holes in the sweater, forcing its way into my heart. Looking at a piece of fallen leaves swept by the wind, I couldn't help but think: it's going to be another hard winter! At that moment, a thin back appeared from afar, sitting alone on the ground. And the cold wind, we quickly walked up to the front, the back gradually clear ...... That is a beggar. She is about 30 years old, between the eyebrows face is full of the vicissitudes of the years. She was wearing only thin clothes, shivering slightly in the cold wind. Another gust of wind blew by, and she hugged the baby in her arms a little tighter. It was probably her son, wrapped in two quilts and nestled in his mother's arms. Perhaps it is the mother nestled in his body, she leaned close to the child, hugging very tight, hate to share their body heat to the child half, but forget that he is still sitting on the cold bones of the ground, he is still shivering ...... At this time, another gust of the north wind with the fallen leaves whistled past us, Jane to the grass and the color of the Buddha, the wood was and the leaves off, unusually harsh and violent. Leaves off, unusually bleak and fierce. She shivered. But she wrapped the child tighter in the quilt, and then, without hesitation, took off one of her own coats and gently covered the child's body. Her body is like the leaves of late autumn, shivering badly, but between her eyes is the warmth that can expel the cold, she watched the child's sleeping face, a warm smile appeared on her face, the bottom of her eyes is infinite pity, infinite warmth flow ...... She hugged the child tightly, stood up from the ground, and walked away step by step... ... just that the child in her arms is still sleeping, as if completely unaware of the predicament he faces, or he also understands that he will never be cold, because no matter how big the wind, his mother can also cover for him, leaving him, only warmth. The cold wind gusted, suddenly a piece of clothing on my body, a burst of warmth. Turning back, only to see the mother a warm face ......
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Flower blossoms and falls, how many warm stories are staged in it; fine water, how many warm stories followed by distant. In this vibrant every day, you are quietly warmed by how many people? In my eyes, everything my parents have given me, I can not compensate for a lifetime. Especially their care, love and attention can not be exchanged for money. Growing up in the warmth of my childhood, I y appreciate this. Memory of the doorstep of a time I carved in my bones: one day in the summer vacation, my mother and I in organizing the room, due to my momentary negligence, hand did not grasp the chair handle, so that he fell from the high cabinet, chin hit the corner of the table marble. Blood spilled out and stained the collar of my shirt. My mother, who had run from the next room at the sound of the noise, saw me like this and her face turned white. But she immediately realized what, from the medicine cabinet took out a large handful of cotton, plug my wound, and then immediately sent me to the hospital. At this time my father was at a meeting in Ningbo, learned the news, and quickly drove to the hospital. Since my father was not around, my mother was burdened with a heavy burden, and I knew that she was actually more nervous and distressed than I was. At that time, I thought that applying some medicine and bandaging would be the end of the matter. However, the doctor said that the wound had to be sewn up with a needle. Because the wound was too big and bled a lot, it would cause bad effects. Sewing with a needle is scary to think about, needless to say to experience it. Looking at the needle that the nurse brought to sew up the wound, my heart beat so fast that the air seemed to freeze at that moment. As the doctor lifted the needle toward my injured chin and began to sew, my mother's warm hand held me tightly. At that moment, a feeling of stability and calmness came over me, and my heart slowly relaxed. I knew that I was warm and happy with my mother's big warm hand holding me tightly, and with my father's comforting words holding me tightly there. That time, I didn't shed tears because I felt the warmth given by my parents at this dangerous moment when I couldn't talk about the edge of life and death. When my father arrived at the hospital, my wound had already been stitched up and tied with gauze. When I saw my father, I jumped into his arms. Perhaps only now I realized the fearful atmosphere in the infirmary just now, perhaps I have never experienced such a thing I am aggrieved, in my father's arms, I just shed tears that I have been holding back for a long time. My father looked at me with a smile, his rough but warm hand brushed my cheeks: "Silly child, don't cry. Everything is over, isn't it?" Yes, everything has passed, everything will pass, but for everything my parents have given me, I wish it would not pass and be preserved forever. After that, my father applied medicine and changed gauze for me every day. In summer, when the weather was hot, my father was afraid that my wound would become inflamed, and he also cleaned my wound every day, never delaying a bit. Thanks to my father's careful care, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said the wound had healed and was growing well. Warmth, do not have to use beautiful words to describe, no need to use subtle brush to carve, but still light dazzling. Classmates of a *** with the progress, the teacher's a sincere greeting, a friend's warm help, all let you feel warm. And whether you still remember too much too much parents to pay the sincere warmth? Cherish the warmth of all this, the warmth of parents will accompany you over the difficulties, break through the obstacles. In the face of danger and competition, they must be the pillar of your spirit