Warm composition 1 I thought it was a rare warm sunny day in winter, but who would have thought that in the afternoon, it was cloudy and the north wind roared, and the leaves on the branches outside the classroom window were blown "rustling". In an instant, it began to rain cats and dogs. Suddenly a whistle sounded, followed by an untimely school bell.
Watching students being picked up by their parents. Without an umbrella, I can only look anxiously at the direction of the school gate. Soon I will be the only one left in the classroom. I feel empty all around, the air seems to have solidified, and I am so lonely that I dare not breathe. At this moment, the door creaked and I stood up with a brush. I looked at the door with anticipation, and there was no one inside. It turned out that the wind was at work.
Seeing it raining harder and harder, I thought, it's not a good idea to go on like this. As soon as I gritted my teeth and stamped my foot, I put on my coat and rushed out of the teaching building, but just after I went out, my clothes got wet. Ruthless rain not only soaked my body, but also extinguished the last glimmer of hope in my heart. Like a defeated soldier, I returned to the classroom dejectedly, soaking wet.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before me. It turned out to be my best friend Doudou. My hazy eyes lit up. He's a real lifesaver! Out of breath, he thrust his umbrella into my hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you home first!" " "Before I could respond to him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the classroom with an umbrella. We hugged each other tightly and ran home with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Finally, I arrived at the downstairs of my house. Inadvertently, I saw that one of his arms was wet, but his umbrella covered me tightly.
Although the rain is cold at the moment, my heart is warm.
Warm composition 2 "No, you can't, I got it first!" "The noise between my sister and me broke the peace of the night.
Mother came over and we immediately quieted down. My mother picked up my sister and said to me, "You are a big boy. You should make way for your sister and take the lead. You can fight her all day. " Mother looked at me with stern eyes. "It's her. She made a mistake first. Why should she teach me a lesson? " I pointed to my sister and said. This time, my mother ignored me and turned away. I am angry and wronged. I hate my sister and my mother.
The next day, I came home from school, and my sister was the only one at home. I went upstairs to do my homework without talking to her, and she ignored me and just played by herself. Obviously, she is still angry with me, and I am angry with her. "Dadada, Dadada" It began to rain outside, just as our mood was dull.
It's dark, and my sister is still downstairs alone, but she is the most timid, and she must be very scared at this time. It is raining harder. I don't trust my sister. I'm going downstairs to see her. But on second thought, what if she is still angry with me? Just then, I found my sister brought me a bowl of hot milk. She held it carefully, for fear of spilling a little, and murmured, "It's so cold, brother, don't catch a cold." My sister slowly brought the milk to my table, and I looked at her in surprise. It turns out that she is no longer angry with me.
Time seems to have ended, only the sound of hot milk shaking in the cup can be heard. Sister turned and left. Looking at her distant back, I feel a little guilty and moved, like rain, like warmth.
Sister is not "born in, but born in Liang." The two-child policy landed in my home because one more person cared about me, instead of stealing my love. A bowl of hot milk is my sister's deep love for me.
Warm composition 3 Mom and Dad, thank you for raising me. When I feel uncomfortable, you take care of me and make me feel warm. Thank you for not abandoning me because I didn't do well in the exam, but encouraging me again and again and making me feel warm. There are many, many warm memories that I will never forget.
I still remember when I was in grade three, my academic performance was not very good. You have been teaching me patiently. The night before the exam, you said to me, "Xixi, you should take the exam seriously, don't leave blank, check it several times after the exam, and review the math problems. Don't be careless." In the evening, you told me not to stay up too late, or you won't get up tomorrow ... On the morning of the exam, you woke me up early and let me have breakfast, "or I'll be hungry after the exam." After waiting for more than ten minutes to get to school, you still asked me to read more books and gently asked me, "Is there anything else that won't happen?" Is the pen ready? Is the draft paper ready? Rulers and everything are ready, so take a good test ... "You told me again' Don't leave empty questions in the car' ... When I arrived at the school gate, my mother told me' Don't be careless' and I entered the classroom with confidence. Even in the examination room, I can't forget what you said to me ... After the exam, you asked me if I did well in the car. Are there any empty questions? Have you checked? When I got home, you cooked me delicious food to relax me.
Since then, I just want to say "thank you" to you. It's still a little warm to think of it now. Thank you, mom and dad.
Warm Composition 4 It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, and every Mid-Autumn Festival will have different feelings, and this year is no exception.
In the afternoon, my parents and I went to my hometown for the Mid-Autumn Festival. The people on the road are bustling, everyone is smiling and looks happy.
When I got off the bus and arrived at my hometown, my brother had been waiting there for a long time and treated us warmly. I also warmly greeted my relatives. "The food is ready, just waiting for you, come and eat!" I don't know who is talking here at this time, so I have to pack up my chatterboxes and go to dinner.
There is a table of delicious food, big fish, big meat and seafood. I had a full meal.
After dinner, everyone sat in the yard chatting, eating melon seeds, interesting things about my brother and me at school, and recent studies. Mom, my brothers and sisters look at the moon with binoculars. Aunt and uncle talk about things in our lives. It's also fun.
At this time, grandma enthusiastically took out the moon cakes, and I looked at the moon consciously: there is no cloud in the sky tonight, only one or two shadows float by occasionally, making the moon particularly beautiful. The dim moonlight shines on me like a lamp or two, which is particularly warm. The yolk moon cake in my hand is like a moon, let me enjoy the warmth alone. When I greedily eat it, it is so quiet and peaceful around me that my heart can't help but burst into warmth. I always want to stay in this environment forever, but "all things must come to an end", the beautiful moon and the warm Mid-Autumn Festival, let's meet again next year!
Warm composition 5 Today, when I turned on the computer to check the reading materials, the disobedient mouse suddenly clicked on a small video. Amazingly, the mouse can't close this little video. I'm just waiting for it to finish, watching it, and my heart is warm. ...
A car driver followed a student who rode his bike home on the road. There are no street lights around, and it is dark. The driver turned on the headlights to illuminate the road ahead. The students got off at home and turned around and bowed deeply to the driver to thank them.
The student turned around and bowed deeply, which had a deep influence on both sides. In the eyes of students, the driver has become a kind-hearted person; In the driver's mind, this student has become a polite and grateful person. This is of great significance to both sides. We both feel warm in our hearts. This also reminds me of something that happened to me.
One morning, my father drove me to school. The road passes a crosswalk without traffic lights. There are many students waiting to cross the road. My father stopped at the zebra crossing and signaled the students to cross the road. The car next to him also stopped. The students all hurried across the road. One of them gave a thumbs-up and pointed to the direction of my father's car. Other students also gave thumbs up. The uncle in the car next to him smiled knowingly. I pressed the window and the opposite window fell. It turned out to be my classmate Xiao Li. We looked at each other for a long time and smiled knowingly at the same time.
The warmth of the world is as simple as that. Even a bow, a thumb, a knowing smile and a grateful look will make others feel warm. In the short video, the driver illuminates the classmates, and the father and uncle politely let the students cross the road. These little things in life will keep the warmth gathering, just like the bright sunshine shining in our hearts, making our life better. Let's create the warmth in life together.
My grandmother's hair is all white and her teeth are almost gone, but she is still healthy and cheerful. As long as you see grandma's smile every day, you can feel the warmth.
Grandma is very concerned about my study. Every day, grandma will check my homework after finishing her homework and supper. One day, I had a lot of homework. In order to save time, I finished a homework and checked one for my grandmother. After I handed my math homework to my grandmother, I did other homework next to her.
When I was about to finish my second homework, I saw grandma still helping me check the math problems one by one. I was a little impatient and said, "Grandma, have you finished changing?" Grandma smiled and said to me, "Soon, soon, check your homework carelessly, or it will hurt you." After listening to grandma's words, I felt a little guilty: why didn't I think of it? Grandma not only does housework every day, but also cares about my study. Usually, I always don't listen to my grandmother. I feel that my grandmother is old and I am much better than her, but now I have no face to listen to her!
The next morning, grandma took me to school as usual. It was very cold, but I felt a little warm through my grandmother's warm hands. I looked at grandma's rickety back and secretly made up my mind that I must study hard, make progress every day and send a gift to grandma with the best results. I think my grandmother will like it very much. Grandma, I love you!
Warm Composition 7 In my life, I feel a lot of warmth. Have the warmth given by the teacher; The warmth given by friends; There is also warmth from some strangers. But what impressed me the most was the warmth my family gave me.
A few words of concern made me feel warm.
That morning, as soon as I got up, my father said to me, "Yesterday's weather forecast said it would rain today. Please remember to add more clothes and bring an umbrella when you go to school. " I felt a quiver in my heart after hearing it, and then a warm current came to my mind.
An encouraging look makes me feel warm.
Remember the last midterm. I did badly in the exam, and I was particularly sad. Going home on weekends is also a listless look. My mother knew the cause of the incident. Instead of losing her temper, she gave me an encouraging look. Then, my heart warmed up and I shed tears of shame.
A cup of hot tea keeps me warm.
One night, when I was struggling for a math problem, the door was gently opened. I saw my brother coming up to me with a cup of hot tea and said, "Sister, Wen.
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I'm tired after studying for so long. Have a cup of hot tea. "Looking at my brother's sincere eyes and listening to his words of concern, another warm current came to my mind.
Home is warm and sweet. It can relieve people's cold in winter and bring spiritual comfort to people.
Warm Composition 8 Others often give me help and comfort, and bring me warmth and happiness. What impressed me the most was that time.
It was the day of last semester. The sky is gloomy, like a gray cloth. We will announce the exam results two days ago, and the bell rings as fast as my heart. I saw the math teacher walking onto the platform with a stack of papers. She looked around calmly and said slowly, "Come and listen, and see how many points you got in the exam." I only got 75 points in the exam.
After school, I walked with my head down and absent-mindedly, thinking about how my mother would quarrel with me and get angry when I got home, which frightened me.
When I arrived at the door, I tapped on the door and my mother quickly opened the door for me. Looking at my smiling mother, I really don't want to tell her my score. But my mother looked at me with a sad face and suddenly knew everything: "didn't you do well in the exam?" Is it sloppy again? " I nodded and cried again with a "wow". My mother quickly came to comfort me. She wiped my tears with paper and smiled and said to me, "Oh, nothing, you didn't say anything. Just study hard next time. " She also held me in her arms and patted me. I explained to her intermittently the reason for the deduction: "The teacher's stay time is too short, only 40 minutes, not enough ... not enough." My mother patted me again and began to comfort me.
I feel warm, not only in my mother's arms, but also in her language. The moon has also risen, making the home warm and sweet.
Mom, thank you for your warmth and care.
Warm composition 9 One day when I came home from school, the high temperature around 30℃ outside made me thirsty. I went into the kitchen to look for water to drink, and found that there was only hot water just boiled. I blew and blew at the boiling water, and I barely drank half a cup.
When I came home the next day, there was a cup of cold boiled water on the table. I drank it all at once, thinking, who is so considerate? At this moment, my mother came up to me and said, "Are you still thirsty? Would you like some more? " It turned out that my mother saw it yesterday and remembered it. Today, she specially prepared a cup of cool and sweet water for me.
From then on, I can drink a cup of water with suitable temperature almost every day. This cup of colorless and tasteless water in others' eyes is sweet in my mouth-it is full of my mother's love for me.
Mother never forgets to prepare a glass of water for me every day. Slowly, drinking a glass of water after school has become my habit. Gradually, the four seasons cycle, and it is winter in a blink of an eye. I found that as the weather gets colder and colder, the glass of water I go home every day is also increasing the heat bit by bit.
One winter, I came home late. Can I still drink the hot water prepared by my mother when I get home so late? When I opened the door, I saw my mother pouring water at a glance. That glass of water must be cold. When she saw that I was back, she quickly poured some cold water, added hot water and handed it to me in warm water. It turns out that the proper temperature of water every day is controlled by my mother. It will be a little hot if it is cold, and a little cold if it is hot.
That day, there was a strong wind outside the window. I drank the cup of hot water in my hand, as if a warm current poured into my heart and warmed me. Although there is no difference in peacetime, I feel that my mother's love is getting stronger and stronger.
The smell of warm composition 10, coming from the clean passage in the tiny gap of time, is like a beam of sunshine, warm, and sprinkled on the time we walked together through one window after another.
It was a chilly late autumn, and the wind blew into a bleak, but also a memory.
"Maybe you are not suitable for this position ..." The teacher's voice was gentle, but like a sharp knife, it pierced my heart. The voice in my ear is getting more and more blurred, and the hardships I have paid are clearly visible, but all this is lost because of this sentence.
I walked out of the office in a trance and walked aimlessly with my head down. My heart is sour and helpless, as if it were going to explode. Although I am prepared psychologically, when the cold reality is in front of me, the real pain will spread in my heart, but there is nowhere to hide.
"What's the matter with you?" As soon as I looked up, I bumped into your caring eyes. You frowned gently, put your hands on my shoulders, noticed that my tearful eyes seemed to understand something, and helped me to one side.
"Don't worry, speak slowly." "I'm ... lost. I know ... I'm trying so hard, but ... "My voice trailed off. Finally, tears broke through the last line of defense and poured out without reservation. With a sigh, you hold me and cry, touch my back, and no matter how I rub my nose and tears on you. Just like a mother coaxed a sad child, wiped my tears and comforted me softly. I snuggle in your arms and feel your warmth, which I have never felt before. Tears flow into your mouth along your cheeks, astringent, but sweet.
I really should thank the gift of life, so that I can hold your warmth and laugh all the way.
Warm composition 1 1 warmth is a ray of sunshine in winter, a ray of breeze in summer, a drop of sweetness in the desert, and a bright light at night. ...
It was New Year's Day and there were many guests at home. I ran to grandma's big bucket at a sprint speed of 100 meters, picked up the water pipe, stuffed my index finger into the water pipe, left a gap, and suddenly a thin and powerful water column shot out. I shot a water column, and lines immediately appeared on the floor; I jumped into the well again, and suddenly water splashed everywhere, and my face soon got wet. The more I play, the harder I work. I put the tube into the water and then put my hand into my other finger. I immediately felt a strong airflow coming, and from time to time, "ice coral" appeared, which was very interesting. At this time, my mother saw it and immediately reminded me: "Stop playing, be careful of catching a cold." "I see." I said disapprovingly.
At night, I suddenly felt dizzy, so I woke up my mother: "Mom, I don't feel well ..." Hearing this, my mother reached out and touched my forehead and asked: "What's the matter?" "I don't know." I said in a daze. Mom immediately turned on the light and said, "I'll find a thermometer." When I found the thermometer, my mother put it under my armpit and went to get me a towel. A few minutes later, my mother came to see it and said anxiously, "39 degrees, you have a high fever." I want to soak boiling water to give you medicine. I told you not to play with water during the day, but you just wouldn't listen. " After taking the medicine, my mother has been wiping my head and armpits with a towel. Looking at my mother's busy figure, in an instant, an unprecedented warm current flows through my heart.
Although my illness has long been cured, the scene of that night has always been engraved in my memory. My mother's love warms my heart like sunshine and accompanies me to grow up happily.
Warm composition 12 warmth is like a ray of sunshine, surrounding us and growing with us. ...
Warm examples often happen around us, such as: at home, parents and brothers and sisters give us care; At school, classmates and teachers help us; In society, many people we don't know give us warmth. ...
In my colorful memory, many things have been blurred, but one thing has been lingering in my mind.
I remember one time, my mother went to work, my sister was away, and there were only me and my friends at home. Just then, my stomach suddenly hurt, and my little friend said to me, "What's wrong with you?" I reluctantly answered her: "My stomach hurts a little ..." She said to me: "Hold on for a while, I'll find some medicine for you!" Then she went to her house to find me painkillers. After a while, she took a glass of water in her hand and panted over the pills. I felt terrible, so I grabbed the medicine and took it.
After taking the medicine, I fell asleep in bed. I feel much better when I wake up again. I silently thanked her, my partner, for giving me warm help when I was in trouble.
Warm moments are always with us, as long as we are good at discovering and keep a kind heart. Be kind and help those who need help. Believe that the world is beautiful. ...
Warm composition 13 I grew up in my grandmother's house. The home I remember is always deserted, and there is no movement in the huge yard except whether the cat that my grandmother and I have raised for several years barks a few times.
But sometimes there are exceptions, and the only time is New Year's Eve. My uncle, aunt, aunt, uncle, parents, brothers and sisters all came, and they posted Spring Festival couplets, hung lanterns and set off a few strings of firecrackers at the door. Grandma looks energetic and much younger on this day, but the happy days only last until the third day of New Year's Eve.
Later, I went to junior high school and was picked up by my parents. Before I leave, I asked to stay with my grandmother for another week.
She couldn't hold me like before, so I held her hand and chatted under the osmanthus tree. Then she went to the attic. These days, she always falls in love with that attic. On the day I left, I timidly pushed open the door of that small attic.
This attic is unlit, dark and without any decoration. The wall is covered with photo frames. Take a closer look, they are all my photos, from birth to primary school graduation, like a film festival. There are also some small words marked below, which are extremely correct: "baby full moon", "first license" and "play together" I don't know if the dust got into my eyes. My eyes are full of tears.
Grandma cares about me so much and loves me so much that my heart is warm.
I don't know when the afterglow of the sunset passed through the skylight, and the light beam mixed with flying dust was projected on those photos. Covered with a nostalgic color, it obviously gives people a warm feeling.
Warm composition 14 in the morning, I quarreled with my mother in a rage. I didn't even look at her breakfast, so I threw it away and hurried to school.
The first class in the morning, the stomach began to "famine". Even if I put my stomach under the table, I can't hide my complaints. I don't know when, regret and anxiety welled up in my heart. During the break, I quietly stared at the gloomy sky, and the gloomy clouds covered the last ray of sunshine. My mood is just like this weather. I am very nervous. I am afraid that my mother will be angry, and I am afraid that my mother will expose what happened in the morning to the teacher. I have been worried in my heart and prayed silently in my heart.
"Grass, come here first." I don't know when the teacher appeared at the door of the classroom, and the gentle voice interrupted my thoughts. I got up slowly, like an old tortoise in my twilight years, following the teacher with trepidation, feeling infinitely nervous and anxious.
When I came to the office, facing the teacher, the teacher's loving eyes were like a pool of deep water, but her mouth sank slightly. "Grass, listen to mom, did you get up late today and didn't have time to have breakfast?" I lowered my head, unconsciously grabbed my skirt, and was silent, preparing for a "storm."
However, what is waiting for me is not a burst of accusations-
"Come on, the teacher got up late like you this morning. I just prepared two cups of hot milk and two pieces of bread. Let's eat together. "
My drooping head immediately lifted. The teacher handed me warm milk: "I can't miss breakfast!" " "
Usually, I have a glib tongue and can't speak for a while. I just smiled foolishly at the teacher, then took the delicious milk and ate it with delicious toast. I know, these must be specially prepared for me by the teacher. I must eat them well.
Outside the window, a long-lost ray of sunshine came in, illuminating the whole office and my heart.
Warm composition 15 warmth is a kind of fire that ignites the feelings between people; Warmth is a kind of love, which inspires people's inner goodness. I was warmed once.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I was going to participate in the 400-meter race of the school sports meeting on behalf of my class. I practice hard in physical education class every day, hoping to win glory for my class.
On the day of the official competition, the audience was so large that I couldn't help but get nervous and began to look around. Suddenly, I saw my mother's kind and beautiful face. I suddenly calmed down and gave me great warmth. The referee raised his right hand, shouted ready, and ran away with a bang! "Gunshots rang out and a row of classmates rushed out. I took the lead at first. "But gradually I slowed down and felt that my feet were not my own. My legs are like pulling a bag of sand and I can't move at all.
Suddenly my foot tripped over something, and I fell headlong and fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, the hand touched the ground first, otherwise it would be broken. At this time, there was a scene that surprised everyone. The classmate who ran slower than me actually stopped, helped me up and walked to the finish line together. One meter from the finish line, she gently pushed me out, and she didn't come until my feet crossed the finish line. I was on the tip of my tongue, but I stopped. She didn't explain, but helped me to my mother and left.
Later, I learned that the girl was in Class 3 next to our class. I ran to find her and inexplicably asked: Why did you let me pass in front of me that day? "She calmly replied," because I think you are more worthy of this title than I am. "
I always remember that sentence, that game. Warmth is like this, and the beautiful collision between people's hearts will produce happiness. If everyone gives more love, the world will become a better place.