Warm excellent composition 1 warmth is a lamp that illuminates the confusing darkness ahead for you; Warmth is the wind that brings you refreshment and comfort; Warmth is very simple, that is, it is not stimulated by external factors and inner feelings, that is, warmth.
Time goes by like running water. I looked at the alarm clock by the bed. It was already one o'clock. But I can't sleep, my whole body is very hot and my head is sweating all the time … I can't stand it! I lifted the quilt and slowly groped for my slippers in the dark. Then I went into my mother's bedroom. "Mom, I'm so hot." When she heard me, she sat up with difficulty and rubbed her tired eyes sleepily. After a while, she slipped down. She seems worried. She quickly touched my head with her hand and then touched her own. "Son, you have a fever!" Suddenly I was quickly pulled back to bed by my mother. Lying in bed, I vaguely heard my mother's snoring and hurried footsteps, and soon I saw my mother's face again. She rubbed the cloth repeatedly to avoid too much water. When she wanted to help me wipe my sweat and body, I could clearly see that her sideburns and Liu Haizhong's forehead were mixed with sweat. There are also those tireless eyes, surrounded by several wrinkles that make people feel distressed and sad. Suddenly, tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on my pillow. It was not until my mother got well that she began to get busy again, boiling water in the middle of the night and looking for medicine wearily ... but when I was already asleep, I didn't know that my mother got up three or four times this evening.
Moist as water, simple, sweet or delicious; Warm as a song, simple, relaxed or melodious.
Speaking of unforgettable, I immediately thought of it, that is, putting words on it. ...
"Ding Yinying! Ding Yinying! " The alarm clock keeps thinking. Only then did I know that I was late. I finished my meal quickly and did what I had to do like an arrow. Before I could say goodbye to my parents, I opened and closed the door and ran to school. I have to cross a road as soon as I get out of the yard, which makes me anxious. Watching the street lamp turn red, my foot just ran two steps and then took it back. Although I was in a hurry, I waited patiently for the green light for my own safety. The red light I planted this time is much slower than usual. It is green! I was very excited, so I walked to the other side as fast as I could.
After crossing the road, I looked at my watch: 8: 30! I run as fast as I can. Unexpectedly, I ran two steps and I didn't know what was hooked behind me. "Jump-"It fell to the ground. I raised my hand. "ah!" It hurts! I fell on my arm! . I can't seem to get up. Wondering what to do? Just then, an elder sister suddenly asked me, "Are you all right? Let me help you up. " Who is this big sister? I don't know her. Her tone is so kind and warm. As if she were my family. Whispered: "Good." So she gently helped me up with warm hands. I am very touched. I saw sincere eyes in his eyes. When I wanted to say thank you, he suddenly said, "You should be careful next time." "Oh," I said, and I looked at my watch, 8:40! I quickly said "thank you." Run to school while flying.
Warm and excellent composition 3 It is getting colder and colder in winter. Today is Sunday. My mother saw the sunshine outside and said to me, "Hao Hao, let's go out for some fresh air!" "I said," well, let's play badminton! " .
So, my mother and I put on down jackets and went out. Although the sun looks warm when I come out from home, when I come out, I suddenly feel the cold wind "sou" penetrating my body. I quickly put on my hat and wrapped myself up. My mother said, "It will be all right in a minute."
My mother and I came to Little Square on Bowen Road with badminton rackets, probably because of the sunshine. There are already some people in Little Square, including grandparents who do morning exercises and uncles and aunts who take a walk. My mother and I chose a small venue to play badminton. Suddenly I found an aunt next to us, pushing a wheelchair, and an old woman was sitting in the wheelchair. The old woman in a wheelchair is dressed in thick clothes, a hat and a mask, and only two eyes are exposed on her face. I asked my mother, "Mom, is this grandmother disabled?" Mother replied, "Not necessarily. It is estimated that grandma is too old to walk and needs to go out in a wheelchair. " I said, "Oh, is that her daughter pushing the wheelchair?" "It seems so." Mom replied.
"Her daughter is very filial, so she pushed her mother out to bask in the sun, right!" My mother nodded and suddenly said to me, "When my mother is old and can't walk, you must also think about pushing her out in a wheelchair!" " "No problem." I quickly answered.
My mother and I started playing ball. Grandma and aunt watched us play ball, and grandma praised me for playing ball well. After a while, I felt very warm. Although the grandmother has been sitting in a wheelchair, the sun is shining and she is accompanied by a filial daughter. She must feel warm in her heart.
Warm and excellent composition 4 is over.
The exam is over.
You won; I suffered a crushing defeat.
My heart is dying, and others' laughter is intermittent and trance, as if laughing at me.
Day after day, life is like water. A week has passed, but I still can't get into the state.
You saw me, I was defeated, you came over and said, it doesn't matter, and-I smiled and said goodbye to you. I can't stand your so-called comfort. I think it's the regret of the winner. Innocent eyes make me sick and drive me crazy. I don't need your comfort!
This may be petty, but maybe she-I don't want to think so much.
Still ignore you.
I vent my anger through the internet, and my blog is full of anger. You saw the abuse, self-criticism and self-exposure of the post. You tried to convince me and comfort me, but I didn't accept it at all. Like a scarred leopard, it growled at everyone, let alone you.
I avoided you, shook off your hand and put your smiling face aside, regardless, but you still tried to comfort me.
I kind of admire your persistence.
I didn't delete all your emails, I just browsed silently.
I find it difficult for you. You stayed with me so late when I got off the line that I saw you dozing off during the day-a serious lack of sleep.
Yes, I saw it.
I'm a little aware of my selfishness. I didn't pass you by like a stranger, and I didn't leave the line too late. My heart was melted by you bit by bit.
I began to feel a little guilty, and I began to realize that your smile was no longer cold, but warm as sunshine.
That night, you sent me an email, and I replied. I said I want to cry, you said, cry, you have been with me.
Tears, shallow in the eyes; Later, it ran down my cheek and into my mouth-how sweet!
Yes, we have always been best friends, haven't we?
I began to smile at you and accept your hand. I shook it off several times; Our hands shook, and you said, "I'll accompany you!" " I will always be with you! "
All right, come on! This is our tearful agreement.
"I will always accompany you", this sentence is really warm, no matter the pain or frustration, because we are best friends.
Ok, let's come together, come on!
Warm and excellent composition 5. I'm tired of this topic and I'm tired all day. Look up quietly and marvel at the cool moon outside the window. I got up and went out, and even my steps became extremely light.
Strolling in the deserted street seems to touch the outline of the world, suddenly feeling tired and tight, stretching out the beauty of youth. Late autumn night has its own tranquility and peace. It covers up the chill in the morning and the sadness in the evening, just like an old man in his twilight years, who has seen all the troubles in the world, broken the secular world of mortals, seen all the loneliness and heaviness of glory, but responded with a warm smile.
My body is relaxed, but my heart can't really calm down. Even my brain is mechanically thinking about how many questions I haven't done and how much time I have to prepare for the next exam. The more I calculate, the sadder I feel, and I feel a little cold.
Looking up at the almost unfamiliar sky quietly, the navy blue sky is getting higher and higher, deep and boundless, but not like an abyss. A bright full moon is dotted on the horizon, and the soft touch can be felt instantly. The heart also becomes soft with bright eyes.
The slow pace has not stopped, facing the wind, my heart is getting happier and happier, and I have never relaxed.
Street lamps pour softly in the night sky. Rare orange light, like a few warm candlelight wrapped in the soul. I closed my eyes and felt the warm orange on my eyelids flow into my heart. Just like the soil grabs the moisture of dew, just like the warmth of the sun left in the sky. Unconsciously, I have put down all kinds of anxiety in my heart. I opened my arms and quietly embraced this unexpected warm night, and my heart was full of happiness.
A few wisps of childish songs slip by my ears, blending with this light and night, wrapping me. I don't want to open my eyes again to search for the source of this sound, because I have been immersed in the deep happiness and tranquility of this night, and my thoughts are rippling.
Sit back at your desk again and be quiet. No more worry, no more anxiety, no more noise, no more distractions in my heart. Only the pen tip collides with the paper harmoniously.
The unexpected encounter with tranquility that night made me work hard.
Warm excellent composition 6 warm, what a warm and happy word. Warmth can save people from difficulties; Can make people free from confusion; Warm, a sun that illuminates the soul.
On Tuesday morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. The sun is smiling in the air, the grass is shaking its little head, the birds are twittering and greeting me, and everything is so beautiful. Suddenly, a group of people appeared in front.
They are a group of middle school students, busy with their heads down. "What are they doing?" I saw a student bending down, looking for something. Suddenly, he grabbed an object with both hands and lifted it hard. It seems that this object is very heavy, so the students frowned together, and then held it tightly with both hands for fear that it would fall again.
What are they moving? I am curious. I walked over and saw that it was a bag of garbage! There are already many people beside the garbage dump. I grabbed a student and asked, "What happened to them?" The student replied, "Just now, an old man's garbage was so full that he poured it out when he transferred it. This group of students is helping him clean up! " "Suddenly, a string in my heart was deeply touched. They don't ask for anything in return, but they are giving selflessly! At this time, a student almost finished moving the garbage, and immediately went to help other students. ...
At this time, a warm current flowed into my heart. Isn't their unity and selfless dedication a symbol of the youth in China? At this time, there was a burst of applause from the crowd, which became louder and louder.
Warmth, a word that can melt ice and snow and illuminate darkness, is hidden in people's hearts and gives people an invisible power!
Warm and excellent composition 7 is destined to meet thousands of miles away! Inscription or fate may be coincidence. In a remedial class, we actually became deskmates, and your enthusiasm and liveliness affected my meekness. Silence makes us good friends and the most sincere people in the world. The most precious friendship.
Our friendship is so simple, sometimes it is just a simple greeting, and it is also a blessing and comfort. I remember every happy journey we had. I remember that we had a holiday in class and did what we liked. Isn't this all discussed before? Humming the same song, around the password, this moment seems to be stagnant between heaven and earth, your joy. My sadness has long been buried in my memory, but now you are gone. Can you remember a memory in the distance?
With the continuous rain, there was a Chinese exam. We hurried to school and you fell at the door. I went to pick you up and said something to you, which I haven't forgotten so far. I make friends with you because I believe you. You must believe that we will succeed. At that time, I didn't know where the courage and strength finally caught up with the examination room, and you also achieved excellent results.
It was getting dark, and I was singing that song in the street at dusk. That song belongs to us, and I suddenly feel a little lonely, lonely and nostalgic.
In life, there are many moments worthy of our careful experience. Among these moments, the most unforgettable one embodies the warmth of the world.
The warm things that happened to us from childhood shine in my mind like countless pearls, but some things fade with the passage of time, and some things make me unforgettable. Especially that incident, I remember it vividly.
One night last year, like other students, I sat quietly in the classroom and listened carefully to the teacher. Suddenly, there was a strong wind outside the classroom, lightning and thunder, and soon it rained cats and dogs. At the end of the second class, a notice came from the school radio: Please send out the school newspaper immediately or call the parents to pick up the students from school. After the news was sent out, parents came to school to pick up their children one after another. At this time, why don't I long for my parents to pick me up at once? Seeing that all the students were picked up by their parents, only a few of us were left in the classroom. I feel a little anxious. At present, my parents are working outside, and there are only grandparents at home. They are all old, and grandma is still sick! It's raining so hard outside that they shouldn't come. Just then, I saw a familiar figure coming towards me through the glass window. I recognized that as grandma. At this time, the ruthless storm seemed to engulf grandma, and the instant hope was ignited again. I walked up to my grandmother and looked at her sick body. My tears crept down. In order not to let her see me, I quickly dried them. Grandma hurriedly handed me the raincoat and I took it and put it on. We trudged on our way home. Grandma always leans her umbrella at me, but she would rather get wet. No matter how I advised her not to get wet, she always thought of me. We finally got home, and grandma's clothes were soaked through.
That night, I never thought that grandma would pick me up in the heavy rain. Besides, she is still sick! At that moment, I felt that grandma's love was warm, selfless, happy and beautiful.
what is love ? Some people say that love is a ray of sunshine in winter and a clear spring in the desert. And I think love is sweet and sour jujube cake.
My parents opened a snack bar in Shaxian when I was very young, and the word "left-behind children" grew up with me. In the first grade, they sent me to my relatives in the city to go to school. Seeing the children of relatives coquetry and eating delicious food in front of their parents, I can only hide and secretly wipe my tears. I wish I could have this kind of warm love. I am like a boat, I can't find the harbor of love and I am at a loss. It was not until last year that I opened the fog and saw the moon, and love was by my side.
I went back to my hometown during the winter vacation the year before last, and went to menstruation's home during the Spring Festival. Aunt took out her own jujube cake to entertain us. I casually said something delicious. Unexpectedly, grandma went to her aunt to learn how to make jujube cakes.
Last autumn, my grandparents went to the back hill every day to find Zizyphus jujuba and picked them one by one until all the Zizyphus jujuba on the tree fell out ... They made me a lot of jujube cakes and put them in the refrigerator for me to take home. Looking at the golden jujube cake, my eyes blurred. Who says "left-behind children" have no love? My grandparents' love for me is hidden in sweet and sour jujube cakes. ...
Sweet and sour jujube cake is like a ray of sunshine, which warms my heart and touches my heartstrings. This warm love will accompany me to grow up healthily. It makes me understand that love is as simple as that, and love is by my side.
Warm and Excellent Composition 10 Time passes fastest in our life, and many memories fade with the little things of the day, but one thing will appear in my dream from time to time and be deeply moved in my mind-that is, a deep love.
I remember it was when I was in the first grade, and our family was not rich. Whether in winter or summer, I always go to school by my father and a blue and white electric car.
At that time, the sky seemed very unhappy, and it would rain for several days when it rained.
That day, it rained heavily and it was stormy. My father woke me up early and said there might be a traffic jam on the road. If I go early, this road will be as usual. I had to believe my father's words, get dressed, wash my face quickly and get ready to go. I just went out and saw this umbrella sitting on an electric car. It turned out that my father had already prepared an umbrella for me. I went to school. I was sitting in the car, holding a big umbrella for fear that it would fall on me. I hold it for my father, too. When my father was driving, I also held an umbrella to protect my father from the rain. My father thought it would bring him some inconvenience, so he let himself hold an umbrella. I asked my father why, and my father said, "It's nothing to catch a cold. If you have a cold and can't go to school again, I can insist. " This sentence immediately made me feel a little warm in my heart. It makes me feel at home, love, and it's good to have a father who has cut through difficulties for me. I'm so happy!
It's almost school, and the wind is getting stronger. It seems that my umbrella is about to fly, and it seems that God wants me to be late for school. Dad told me to hold on to him. I hugged my father's waist and felt his clothes wet. I was about to cry.
When I got to school, I got off the bus, too. I asked my father to hold an umbrella so as not to catch cold. My father said, "You child, get an umbrella quickly. You must listen to the teacher in class and study hard. You will win glory for us if you are admitted to a good university in the future! "
Looking at my father's wet back, I swear: I will study hard, let my parents live a good life and never live up to their expectations. Viann, come on! You can do it!
Warm and excellent composition 1 1 family, she has been with me since I was sensible, countless days and nights. Years and stars are fading away, but she is still waiting for me with endless warmth. ...
The source of strength comes from the family, and confidence and courage are found in the family. How many times at dusk and sunset, I stare at the sky and feel the familiar warmth and concern. I am intoxicated and immersed in the rosy water ... The release of hope will always be the wings of family, supporting me to rush into the blue sky and swim in the sky. Happiness goes without saying. With ignorance and longing, I always want to travel with reason. Jumping over rivers, mountains, and climbing to the top of victory with courage are all family ties and give me confidence. Countless failures can always be faced bravely, countless difficulties can always be overcome, and spiritual comfort can't be given except for family members. In life, it becomes warm because of family ties.
Mom and dad, my closest relatives, grew up, and they created me today with their own efforts. Listening to their stories, I grew up slowly, learned to distinguish right from wrong, and hated diseases; Learned to be generous, confident and brave. Every bit of life permeates the love for this world, and every success includes this silent support ... Family, the source of everything, is the embodiment of hope and courage, but it nourishes everyone's heart with warmth and care.
When I hesitate, when I am helpless, my family always makes me refreshed. Affection is not in words, but in silent understanding and understanding. The pure land in my heart is always full of affection. The bell of history awakens the sleeping soul, and family can change everything. I feel her magical power countless times, hoping to fly with the song, and the balloon of affection flies to the blue sky with many people's dreams.
I am very happy because of the care of my family. My ship of life has sailed to the sea. I am not afraid of storms, because the sails of my family will not be destroyed. I firmly believe that I will successfully reach the other shore to meet the rainbow and the new sun after the storm!
Feel the affection, I get the inner warmth, I want to fly with my dreams, because the affection is with me. ...
Warm and excellent composition 12 I like different kinds of scenery in winter: biting cold wind, withered plants, occasional snowflakes ... but what I like best is the warm sun in winter, which contributes all the warmth to all living things. And grandma is my warm sun in winter, always giving me warmth and touch.
When I was a child, I was naughty and like a boy. I always like to run up and down and shout. Over time, tonsil inflammation affected normal sleep and had to be surgically removed. At that time, I was 8 years old and I was very afraid of surgery. As soon as I mentioned going to the hospital, I began to cry. At this time, grandma gently held me in her arms, patted me on the back with warm big hands and gently comforted me: "I am not afraid of blossoming, grandma will accompany you, you are a big child, learn to be strong!" " I was brought up by my grandmother, and I have a deep attachment to my grandmother. Grandma's words seem to have a kind of magic, which makes me calm down gradually. Grandma accompanied me every day before the operation, which made me feel at ease.
The day of operation finally came. According to hospital regulations, only I am allowed to enter the operating room alone. I sat on the ground and refused to go in. I kept crying: "I don't want surgery, I want to go home." Grandma picked me up and tempted me with my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs: "My illness has been cured one after another. Why doesn't Grandma make sweet and sour pork ribs for you every day?" For a foodie, how to resist the temptation of food? Finally, I crustily skin of head into the operating room. After anesthesia, my eyes went black and I had no impression of the operation.
When I woke up, I was already lying in the hospital bed. Seeing grandma, my wronged tears immediately flowed out. Grandma quickly took my hand and comforted me softly. In accordance with the doctor's instructions, my grandmother brought me the ice cream she had already prepared, fed it to me bit by bit, and ate it, but I felt the warmth my grandmother gave me. Because I can't talk just after surgery, I can only express it with gestures. My grandmother always knows exactly what I think and takes care of me in every possible way.
Recalling the experience since the operation is a lingering shadow in my heart, and grandma shines into the darkness like a ray of sunshine, giving me warmth and hope!
Warm and excellent composition 13 in the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our direction forever! I sincerely praise honesty and my head teacher for three years-Mr. You.
Teacher You has been my head teacher for three years. Teacher You's face is like melon seeds, and her eyes are like two black pearls. She is very good-looking, with long black hair and looks great! Teacher You's clothes are very fashionable.
Teacher You is very strict with us. On one occasion, the deskmate didn't water the flowers, and Teacher You severely scolded him. From then on, my deskmate never dared not water the flowers again.
However, although Mr. You is very strict, there are times when he is kind. That time, I forgot to collect my math homework, so I didn't do it. On Monday, I happened to meet Teacher You. Teacher You asked me, "Li Ruiting, have you finished your math homework?" I looked down and whispered, "no ... no". I thought Mr. You didn't hear me. However, Teacher You heard me, and I was afraid that Teacher You would scold me. However, I only heard Teacher You kindly say, "Why don't you do it?" You stay here and do it after school tonight. "Say that finish, especially the teacher went away.
After school! The students walked out of the classroom one by one. I sat there to make up my homework, and Teacher You was grading the students' weekend homework. After a while, I finished my homework and gave it to Teacher You to collect my schoolbag. I was about to leave when Teacher You stopped me and said, "Come here." I listened, put down my schoolbag and walked over. It turns out that one of my questions is wrong. Teacher You taught me patiently again and asked me, "Have you learned?" I nodded my head. Then, I went home with my schoolbag.
Under the careful teaching of Teacher You, our class has achieved good results.
Three generations of gentlemen. I will never forget your kindness!
Warm Excellent Composition 14 What is warmth? In fact, there is nothing better than giving help to others.
That was last month. It was very cold, and the breath in my mouth turned into white fog. I was waiting for the bus on the platform, and although my hands were in my pockets, I still felt very cold.
When we were waiting for the first bus, the crowd swarmed as soon as it arrived, and the bus was suddenly crowded with people.
With the driving of the car, after several stops, there were more people in the car, and there were no seats. Many people were standing. Although there is air conditioning in the car and there are many people, the hands in the trouser pockets are still cold.
There are only two stops left. At this time, a pregnant woman came up-it seems that it has been seven or eight months, and she began to tremble. I dare not look her in the eye for fear that she might see me and let me give up my seat. So I turned my back and put my hand into my pocket again.
The air seems to be frozen and very quiet, even the breathing of people in the car can be heard clearly. I sit in my seat, but-although I sit, my inner pain has far exceeded the pain of standing. Just then, a young man smiled and said, "Aunt, you are pregnant, please sit down!" " "Aunt smiled and nodded and sat down. ...
It is such a short sentence and such a simple action that I feel that the whole car is full of warmth. My hand is no longer cold, so I took it out. In addition to the inner warmth, there are admiring laughter and applause. ...
A small move can bring great warmth to others!
Warm and excellent composition 15 memory is like invisible wings; Memory is like an enduring old tree; Memory is like a gushing spring. That touching memory still comes to my mind. The lingering warmth lingers in my heart …
I remember that year, I just learned to ride a bike. One day, a storm swept through the quiet village. My sister and I are sitting on a bike. My sister's hand held the umbrella under my arm again and again. The wind roared and the rain fell on the umbrella, banging. My bike struggled in the downpour. I asked my sister, "Are you in the umbrella?" "Yes, brother." The loud voice replied. At this time, I remembered my sister's wish again.
When I was a child, my sister was full of yearning and longing for McDonald's. But the family is poor, and parents work in other places, and they can't earn much money in a year. There is no extra money to buy for my sister. On my sister's ninth birthday, the family simply took out some money to buy it for her. I remember my sister carefully put the French fries in her mouth and enjoyed it.
Now, her little wish has finally come true. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the surrounding air seems to be solidified, which makes me suffocate. I asked my sister again, "Are you in the umbrella?" "Yes!" The same resounding answer. We walked all the way in the wind and rain. Although the devil's claws repelled us again and again, we bravely rushed forward. ...
We walked a long way and finally got home. I held an umbrella so that my sister could get off. When I turned my head, I was shocked-my sister was soaked through by the rain. "Nothing, I'm glad you didn't get wet." She said in my tone.
Rain, tears, gently across my face, my heart is warm. ...