In the ordinary daily life, we all write essays, right? Essay is a way of narrative in which people express in written form the knowledge, experience and ideas stored in their memory. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following is my compilation of the "warmth" as the topic of the essay, I hope to help you.
Love is indispensable on earth, I embodied the love.
It turns out that I always thought that I was not the biological daughter of my parents. Because, when other children can play after homework, but I can not, they always want me to review English, review OU; when I write the wrong questions, they always blame me; when I get good grades, they always say: "can not be proud, keep trying." This really made me sad. I thought, "I may not be born to my mom and dad, right? Otherwise they wouldn't dislike me. It was December 26, 20xx, Xinglong Life Square held the first Children's Talent Competition, my mother enrolled me, but I did not get good results that day, crying very sad back home, my mother said: "There is a poem that says that the cherry is delicious tree is difficult to plant, do not work hard flowers can not be, happiness will not fall from the sky, a better life can not wait. A small setback is nothing, the important thing is that you are involved." I thought, "Maybe I'm their biological child? If they weren't, how could they be so good to me? So I asked my mom and dad a very naive question, "Mom and dad, am I your real child?" Mom laughed and said, "Silly child, of course you are our own, that's why we are so strict with you!" I realized that severity is also a kind of love.
I experienced a lot of mom and dad's love for me, I want to say to them: "Mom and dad I love you!"
I love winter because there is a warm fire, warm sunshine and snowflakes.
Winter is like a deep poem. When the prosperity falls, the geese quietly fly away, only to leave a white blanket in front of us, the fall goes, the spring will come soon. So, I have an expectation in winter, looking forward to the green spring, looking forward to warmth forever. Every winter morning, the sky is snowing, snowflakes like light cicadas dancing through and through, happy dance.
Snow fell, snowflakes fluttered and drifted. Dense icy sand into the eyes. Ground, lawn, roof, tree ...... everywhere is a white flower. Tall and straight tree trunks, bare branches, with the arrival of snow, the trees are getting thicker and thicker, you can see that the branches have put on a white coat.
Although the winter is not as spring as a hundred flowers, ten thousand purple and red; not like the summer as vibrant, lush; not like the fall as obscure, but it is irreplaceable, because it nurtures the spring, nurtures the hope. Winter makes the whole world become picturesque, willow drooping branches, from time to time to avoid the harassment of the north wind; pines and cypresses towering, top of the wind and snow, facing the frost, like a brave warrior in the protection of the country, even if the icy weather at the mercy of the rain blowing; osmanthus tree quietly stay there, not to give up, although the leaves have been falling out of the old Red Army, like a late, youthful no longer, easy to change the face, but the heart is about to wither! The heart is still full of indomitable will.
I love winter, I love everything in winter. I love the winter Hu, I love the winter animals, I love the winter snow, I love the winter trunk, I love the winter.
I love the winter, I love the snow, I love the winter tree trunks, I love the winter, I love the winter, I love the winter. In this endless street, I feel incredibly dark and fearful. A cold wind blew and made me shiver. I clutched the paper in my hand, from time to time to look at the extremely poor score, I can not help but a cool wind blew again, my heart suddenly felt incomparable darkness and cold.
At this time, a cotton jacket draped over my shoulders, I suddenly felt a stream of warmth such as the spring breeze moisturizing my heart. I turned around and looked at my mom, who was wearing a kind smile and said, "It's so late, why don't you go home?" I was a bit incoherent, and mom said, "Then hurry back!" I nodded.
On the way home, the wind kept howling, and even though I wore a cotton jacket, I still felt cold, but my heart was warm. I look at my mother, she only wore a thin dress, the tip of her nose is frozen red, but she has a fiery heart, so that she overcame the cold, and the rest of the warmth unreservedly offered to me.
The warmth that my mother gave me was like a blazing fire. In the warmth of the words, quietly revealed her selfless love for me. Now, when I reopen the floodgates of memory, I find that many things have been forgotten, but the warmth given to me by my mother has survived in my heart.
The year my grandfather left, I was not yet nine years old. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to be a part of this. At noon, I received a call from the hospital saying that my grandfather was dying. When my mom and I rushed to the hospital and pushed open the door to the ward, we could already hear a cry. I went to the hospital bed and called out to my grandfather, but my grandfather did not answer me with a joyful smile like he used to. At that time, I did not understand, and thought that my grandfather was asleep, until the moment my grandfather was cremated, I realized that my grandfather had left me forever.
By now, it has been almost five years, my . Impression has gradually blurred, just rely on a black and white photo barely recall my grandfather's face. But there is a close but rooted in my mind, like a still painting: my grandfather sitting on the balcony, holding a small hammer in his right hand, knocking walnuts, a happy smile. The sun was shining on my grandfather, and I thought how warm it must be. I have dreamed of this image more than once, and each time it is so clear.
Now, I also always like to sit there, sitting on the chair where my grandfather used to sit, chewing walnuts, savoring the sweetness. The sunlight is still so warm, shining on me, shining on the place where my grandfather used to sit.
My grandfather is gone, I have my own endless sadness in my heart, but he left me a bunch of warm sunshine, a good memory. As long as there is a sunny day, I still sit there, feeling the warmth of the sun, my eyes look at the blue sky without a trace of color, I know, there, my grandfather must be smiling at me.
Warm greetings
The world is sometimes so cold that everyone meets and passes by, not even a little bit of face gesture is not shown. In fact, a simple greeting is also a virtue, if everyone is like a loved one, pay attention to each other, that's how good!
In general, we see mom and dad greeted, "Mom and dad hard work!" I'm not sure if I've ever been to a school where I've had a good time, but I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time. See the teacher asked, "Teacher good!" When you see your neighbors, say, "Hello, Auntie." The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
I remember once, I went to English class, back into the neighborhood, saw a man, he came over to me and said with a smile: "Children, go to school? Study hard ah!" I was surprised for a moment, and when I got home I was still thinking to myself, "Is he a psychopath? No, he looked quite normal. Did he know me? No, because I have never seen this person, but he took the initiative to greet me and why? It must be a case of mistaken identity. I put my heart down and stopped thinking about it. But in the afternoon when I went to the composition class, I ran into that man again, he was smiling again and said to me, "Going to school?" Out of politeness, I also nodded and smiled, in fact, I do not know why I smiled. But then every time I met him, he would talk to me, and I never knew who he was, but it did not affect my mood, because I know he did not have any malicious intent, just out of concern for an elementary school student it.
Yes, what's the harm in saying hello? No matter who is in front of you, you should take the initiative to say hello and that person will surely feel as pleasant as I do. As long as people pay more attention to each other, then there will be peace and harmony, and many fewer fights and such incidents.
What's the harm in saying hello?
Mother's love is great, mother's love is noble, mother's love is warm.
My mother is 36 years old, since 1997, she began her hard life (I was born), I grew up very naughty, every day jumping up and down, did not give my mother a moment's peace. When I touch that scar on the right side of my forehead now, I feel a slight pain, but warm and feel happy.
I remember when I was about two years old, I ate dinner and my mother went out for a walk, we went back when it was already very late, I have not taken a bath, my mother helped me to wash, I finished the bath, my mother held me on the bed to put on clothes, because I was very naughty, jumping around on the bed. Accidentally forked the wrong foot, "flop -" a sound, the whole person fell to the floor, my head was bleeding, mom saw this, immediately put me on my back and rushed to the hospital. When I went to the hospital, my mother handed me over to the doctor and went to register herself. When I was about to take a rest, I heard my cries and came over to coax me, and after I had anesthetized myself, the doctor connected me with four stitches with a thread. When I woke up, I realized I was asleep in my mother's arms.
Whenever I think of this, a warm current rushes into my heart. Mom is my candle, let me feel warm; mom is my honey, let me feel sweet; in my difficulties, mom is my guiding light; in my labor, mom is my harbor. I love you mom, thank you for giving me unlimited happiness.
The human world is full of love, love will get the joy of body and mind, from the bottom of the heart on the surge of a warm current, feel a warmth. The first thing that happened to me was that I had to go to the hospital to get a doctor's prescription.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was smiling at me, the flowers were nodding towards me, and everything seemed very interesting. I was carrying my travel bag and bouncing along the way. I hummed my way to my best friend Rei's house to go hiking with her.
We asked a few more classmates, we talked and laughed to the foot of the mountain, Xiaoli came up with an idea: "Let's a few people to race to see who first to the top of the mountain, who will win, okay?" Except for me, all the other students said in unison, "Yes!" Alas, running is my weakness, I'm sure I'll have to be called a turtle by everyone, after all, the minority must obey the majority, I'll have to run!
Yiting, who was standing by, seemed to have read my mind, and patted me on the shoulder, saying, "It's okay, it's all about participation, as long as you're having a good time. Yiting's words pushed away the big dark cloud in my heart, and my heart warmed up.
Started the race, I used all my strength to run hard, Yi Ting also constantly encourage me, I did not expect, I actually ran in the first! Everyone is also surprised to say: "Chen Lu is eating what elixir ah, otherwise how can not run so fast ah?" However, I couldn't run any longer at the end of the race. One by one, my classmates passed me. Yi Ting stopped and comforted me, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't compete for the first place, as long as you put in the effort, it's enough, let's keep running, let's catch up with them!" I listened to Yi Ting's words, a confident smile spread on my face, and Yi Ting ran to the finish line together.
Although I didn't win first place, I felt the warmth of this small group!
There is a kind of loved ones, called the most familiar strangers; there is a kind of warmth, called the care of strangers
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The north wind whistled, I breathed the cold air, so A cold winter of a winter, but also freeze my limbs, but can not freeze my memory at that time.
On a cold, snowy winter day last year, I was rushing home, wanting to enjoy the fragrant food quickly. While I was fantasizing about this, I was hit with a blow - I didn't have my keys with me!
Alas! I had to wait for my mom to come home from work. But it's surprisingly cold today, and even though I'm wearing a thick down jacket, the biting wind still manages to get into my clothes. It gets dark early in the winter, and my stomach protests, so I can only wait in the darkness, cold wind and hunger. But so looking is not a way ah, so I thought of the neighborhood entrance has a small store, go buy some food first fill up the stomach.
When I got to the front of the store, it was warmed by a yellowish light. I went in and picked a few packages of dry noodles, to pay, I pulled out my wallet, and found that there is no money inside. I was shocked, what should I do now? The shopkeeper seemed to have read my mind. The shopkeeper was an older man in his forties who was usually very kind, and he often chatted with me when I bought breakfast in the morning. But it was still unknown whether he could let me owe the money first, so I decided to give it a try. Before I could say anything, he spoke first, "Do you not have any money with you?" I nodded awkwardly, "It's fine, you can give it to me tomorrow!" He said with a smile. Looking at the snow and wind outside again, he said, "You stay inside for a while now, it's quite cold outside." I agreed and then started eating the dry noodles. My body slowly became warm under the light of the pale yellow light in the house. My heart was also illuminated.
Being illuminated by warmth is a kind of happiness, a kind of change, a kind of getting, a kind of sign that makes the corners of one's mouth rise ......
With "warmth" as the topic of the essay 9Life is a wandering journey, and whoever you meet is a beautiful accident. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. I cherish every person I can call a friend, because that is the place where the wandering heart can stop. I'm not sure if you've ever had a friend, but I'm sure you've had a friend who's been with you for a long time, and I'm sure you've had a friend who's been with you for a long time.
One day in gym class, when the test was running, my results are very poor, after running to the side, just stopped tears like broken pearls fell. Slowly heard footsteps, a familiar voice into my ears; "What's wrong? What's wrong? It's okay, you're not last. People won't say anything, I'm still not as bad ...... don't cry."
"Well, it's okay, cry a little better. You go play." I buried my head in my arms.
He said and pulled me to the tree. "It's okay, let's go under the tree!"
After a while, Mo Zi Yin pulled me up at once and pulled me and said to go running. I shook my head and said I didn't want to run. She did not say anything to pull me to run, ran for a long time, a lot of sweat, much happier. I started to play with Mo Zi Yin again. By the time I went to bed at noon, I realized why Mo Zi Yin pulled me to run, because the tears in my eyes were evaporated as sweat when I ran. And when I was running again, Mo Zi Yin kept smiling at me, making my mood slowly get better.
This is a kind of warmth - the warmth of friendship. Warmth is a guiding light in the darkness of the 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 face; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, so that dry mouth and tongue feel the sweetness of the people. The world if there is no warmth, how will human beings survive? The world can not do without warmth!
In life, there are many moments worthy of our experience, in these moments, the most unforgettable is the warmth of the moment, which reflects the warmth of the world. 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 purchased clothes and went for a walk down the street. The 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 people feel happy.
The busy traffic on the road is still the same, then a black motorcycle quickly past me. The "wow" sound, splashing up the 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 can't help but complain secretly in my heart.
Just as I turned around and prepared to go home, a small car appeared in front of me again, I immediately reacted, rushed to the side to dodge, lest my new clothes and "add to the frost". 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.
From now on, whenever I walk on the street, I will always think of him, because he made me realize what warmth is for the first time! In my course of growth, my teacher's kindness to me is unforgettable, and every time I think of it, there will always be a stream of warmth flowing through my heart, straight to the whole body.
I look flat, not tall, no outstanding talent, in school life has always played the role of the "ugly duckling". It was not until I met you that I experienced the colorful campus life and felt the warmth of life. In March of that year, I transferred into your class, the physical education class, I was left out by my classmates, turned into a lonely bystander, you, a delicate warm palm on my shoulder, accompanied me side by side long chat, chatting about the past, the future, chatting about you, chatting about me, which is the first time I have ever been in such close contact with the teacher, so that my cold heart has a temperature.
You teach math, I just happen to be biased it, how many times you guide me painstakingly, how many times I asked you childish questions you are happy to explain carefully, even if the night to bother you to ask a question, you have never said no, it is you, carefully take care of my weak heart, you use their own all warm students, my heart is warmed by you.
Teacher, do you remember that stormy night, when every student dare not go back to the dormitory, you deep one foot shallow one foot tread water to explore the road, until the pants are all wet, then only seven years old, we were back to the dormitory, one by one, I cried on the back, and I remember that you said: "Do not be afraid of, there is a teacher in the." I really wanted to call you "mom". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
In the blink of an eye, I left my hometown and left you for four years. I don't know how long it will take to see you again, and I don't know if you are still teaching in that school. I only know that you wiped my tears with your heart, and I only know that you warmed my heart!
Next year, I hope to see you again! I'd like to call you a "warm heart" teacher.
When it comes to warmth, my tears are like pearls on a broken string, falling down.
I remember that time: I was walking on a slope with Xiaoxin and Xiaojie, and Xiaoxin's brother Xiaojie suddenly pushed me, and my knee hit the floor, and there was a lot of blood. When the people around me saw this, they quickly helped me up and brought me to the classroom. As soon as I arrived at the classroom, my classmates suddenly seemed to conspire, some of them went to report to the teacher, some of them paid for band-aids, some of them "guided" Xiaojie, and some of them asked me if I was in pain, and if I wanted to drink some water, etc. My heart was surrounded by their care and concern. I was surrounded by their care, and I cried tears of joy from the corners of my eyes.
The teacher came, she wiped away my tears, heartbroken, said: "Well, well don't cry, and then cry on the beautiful girl can become ugly it!" I laughed and said, "What does that have to do with anything, appearance is not
important!" Everyone laughed their asses off. After putting the band-aid on, I was once again in tears. After a morning, I was alive and kicking again, everyone said I was a happy elf, no wonder my knee healed so fast, I laughed and said, "Oh, really? I think it was the healing function of the elf itself that healed me!" Said, and a burst of laughter ------
Through this incident I understand, give us care, warmth, not only relatives, but also friends, teachers and society, we have to repay them.
A rain, enough to warm the world
A drop of rain fell down, along the way, the wind is immediately after the fight, the branches of the trees in the wind and rain shook violently, a tree branch also want to dance wildly whip, whistling in the air, beating. Some of the withered leaves swirled, fluttered, and fell down one after another. The wind is interspersed with raindrops falling on the ground.
A sentence: "It's raining, everyone quickly collect clothes" breaks the quiet, pulling the long-lost neighborly love, indeed, a fan of cold iron door invisible isolation of this long-standing neighborly love, now people even in the building to say good morning courage are not. I couldn't help but smile as I watched everyone scrambling to put away their clothes. The air is filled with this rare love, along with the rain falling and knocking on the iron door again and again. Clothes collected, then close the window, standing in the window, listening to nature's unique concert; standing in the window, recalling that a simple and pure "rain, everyone quickly collect the clothes"; standing in the window, in the eyes of each other in the laugh 。。。。。
This rain, really warm!
"It looks like it's raining, I'll go home with you!" The rain gave these two kids the chance to go home together. Perhaps, these two singing children have always wanted to go home together, and this rain gave them the best excuse, a rain that witnessed a pair of true friendship. From then on, they can go home together. If it's really that hard to say "let's go home together", let this warm rain help you!
This rain is really warm!
I don't know when the rain gently stepped on the path to go home, I waved my hand to him - thank you, rain, goodbye. With the "precious" eyes staring at him a little bit away. I feel like a wet smoke, no shape, no sound, gently moisturizing the earth and hearts.
Look, it's a rainbow. I felt the warmth of my family when I was small, which was in the fourth grade. One day the students were chatting together, one of the students talked about riding a bike, we will each talk about it, said they all know how to ride a bike, and some even know how to ride a battery car, at this time I came together, I don't know about the previous topic, the students asked me if I can ride a bike, I heard it, then I remembered that the old bike at home, I don't even have a bike of my own, so I answered that I can't!
After the vacation, I talked to my mom and dad about buying a bike and letting me ride it. My dad said he wanted me to ride the big one, but I didn't want to, but in the end I listened to my dad and learned to ride the big one.
I went to the countryside to practice and my dad was the coach. I practiced when I rode in front, dad in the back to help, I rode after a very tired, but dad is more tired, in when I get up, dad will sometimes do not help the bike, so that I ride, dad thought I would ride well, but I fell immediately, I did not give up, I stood up, continue to practice, dad will continue to encourage me, always with a smile in the face of me, I was full of confidence, very soon, in the fall many times, I finally learned to ride a bike, and then I was able to ride. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this.
The bike is the money that mom earns from working every day, and I learned to ride a bike because of my dad's teaching and my persistence, but more than that, it was my dad's encouragement, which made me feel the warmth of the family, like a stream of warmth into my heart.
Some people may ask how much warmth can be touched, and I will tell you that warmth is one of the most important things on earth, and it's the most important thing that you can do. I will tell you that warmth is one of the greatest 'love' on earth.
'Warmth' may sound like just two words, or it may just sound small, but it gives people a different kind of warmth.
Warmth is the two words I experience most y, because I have been warmed and warmed others.
I remember once, I walked on the street, I ventured to run, suddenly bumped into a person, the person is very tall but very thin, I thought I was dead not thought that the person first asked me if there is anything wrong, I instantly understand the significance of the word warmth, yes, if all the people on earth are like this then the world will not have a world war and other tragic things happen.
I have been helping others since then, once I went to the supermarket to buy things, see a person and I am about the same age of the people who buy food that person to buy a lot of things, but the last pay when suddenly short of 50 cents, he was embarrassed to look for the bag to see if there is no money, but it is futile, I saw it then take a piece of money thrown to the ground, and then patted him on the shoulder, saying Hey brother, your dollar money fell, the man looked at me awkwardly, said 'thank you' will go.
In fact, there is a lot of warmth on earth, as long as you are careful, there will be people who can help you, help.
In fact, there is a lot of warmth in the world.