Warm story 200

Ask for a love story within 200 words.

The test of love

In a warm and romantic paradise, Cupid decided to throw the egg of love to the world and choose the next generation of Cupid. The egg of love is a magical thing. As long as someone influences him with love, a tree of love will grow.

The egg of love has fallen. It crossed the Atlantic Ocean, crossed the Pacific Ocean, landed in an unknown small village, and landed in front of Qingqing's house.

Qing Qing found this magical egg, and she was happier than winning the gold ingot. Because it is winter and it is very cold, Sang Ni sewed a warm nest for her ball to sleep in.

From then on, Qing Qing came back from school every day, and the first thing was to bathe her balls. Qing Qing puts her balls on the table when she does her homework. Qingqing shakes her balls every time she makes a mistake, reminding Qingqing to check carefully. After finishing her homework, Qing Qing told Dan Zi what happened at school, and also expressed her dreams and worries.

On this day, Qing Qing took her balls to play in the garden. Suddenly, the egg cracked and a tree grew in the crack. It turns out that this is the tree of love. Trees have grown, and many colorful loves are flying all over the sky.

At this time, a red love flew into Qingqing's chest, and Qingqing became the god of love of the next generation.

Second, the article about warmth should be 170-200 words, with examples of the third grade level.

Warm hands and I hold hands tightly, where there is no father.

The words of comfort are closely connected with me,

I'm warm,

Very happy. That time, I didn't cry because I was here.

I don't think this is a dangerous moment on the verge of life and death.

The warmth from parents.

When my father arrived at the hospital,

My wound has been stitched up.

All right, put on gauze. Seeing my father, I was at a loss.

Into his arms. Maybe now I realize that I just

The fear atmosphere in the infirmary just now may have never been experienced before.

I am very wronged that such a thing happened. In my father's arms,

I just shed tears that I have endured for a long time. Father smiled.

Look at me, rough but warm hands brushed me.

On the cheek:

"

Silly boy, stop crying. It's over.

I did, didn't I?

"

Yes, it's all over,

Everything will pass,

But for everything my parents gave me,

I hope it won't be a thing of the past and will be preserved forever.

After that, my father painted me with liquid medicine and changed gauze every day.

It's hot in summer, and my father is afraid of my wound inflammation.

Clean my wound every day,

Never delay a moment.

Due to his father's careful care, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said

The wound has healed and is growing well.

Warm, don't use beautiful words to describe, no.

It must be carved with a delicate brush, but it is still bright.

Eyes. The progress of a classmate is the same as that of a teacher.

Sincere greetings, warm help from friends, all let

You feel warm. And do you remember too much?

What about the sincere warmth paid by many parents? Cherish this

All the warmth, the warmth of parents will accompany you.

It's too difficult,

Break through obstacles.

In the face of danger and competition,

They must be the pillars of your spirit!

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Warm,

That's my truest feeling,

You,

Have you ever felt it?

Last year 1 1 month, remember, it was a mid-term exam! that

The day after the exam, I hurried home to review the next subject.

A course. The car drove very fast and there were not many people on the road.

It provides me with more space. However, I suddenly met in front.

A battery car came, and I immediately turned on the tap.

Turn, but still can't hear you.

"

thump

"

1, I

I was run over by a car.

Legs, can't move, leather gloves are worn out.

Yes

Now I'm helpless and at a loss,

Didn't say anything, didn't scold. Then we'll talk later.

Young man. He seems to be all right, but he won't come.

Help me move the car. There are pedestrians beside.

Stand at attention. At this moment, I suddenly felt pressure on the car body.

Was taken away,

"

Are you okay?

"

A voice asked:

"

Can you stand up?

"

I turned to look at the speaker,

Isn't this our classmate? The boy is in class.

I don't know. I didn't even talk to him, but.

He helped me at this point. In an instant, my nose was sore,

Tears,

Spinning around in the eye socket,

"

Get up,

Let me help you!

"

He held out his hand and helped me up from the ground.

I found that my feet hurt a little, but it was barely enough.

Walk.

"

Thank you!

"

At this point, I only have this sentence.

Can express his feelings, he smiled and shook his head:

Look at my car:

"

Can the car still drive?

"

I squeeze out micro

Laugh:

"

It's okay. I can drive. Go home and review quickly.

All right!

""

Are you sure you're okay?

"

He asked incredulously.

"

real

Yes!

"

I urged him to leave,

I can't delay his time.

Between.

"

Then you should be careful!

"

Say that finish, he looked at anxiously.

In order to see me, he drove away slowly and went home from time to time.

Me.

The car that was lifted even circled the faucet, so I used it.

Twist back hard, driving a broken car,

Go home. Hearing this, the mother immediately shouted:

"

you

Why are you so careless? Why are you driving so fast?

I told you,

Serve you right!

"

Watching mom get angry.

On the face, tears finally flow down:

"

How could you do that? I ...

I hurt my foot, and you still call me that! With you like this

Mom?

"

I came into the room shouting and closed the door.

A person crying in the room, suddenly feel, even a.

Almost all strangers have helped me,

Touched me,

And my beloved mother is like this! Why? commemorate

Feel more wronged. I lifted my trouser legs and my ankles were swollen.

Tears of pain. At the moment, I am so sad that I don't know what to do.

What should I do?

Walk out of the door,

Mom is not at home,

After a while,

She's back,

Still holding a plaster in his hand.

"

Alas,

Come here,

Let me see where it hurts!

"

Mom, a reproachful one.

Look at me, but I clearly feel those eyes.

In my eyes, love is more than heartache. I see.

In fact, I should have understood just now that my mother's responsibility is out.

Yu ai! How could I be so stupid! I suddenly woke up.

I feel a warm current rushing all over my heart, hurting and being hurt by it.

Cure!

Love sometimes needs to be experienced quietly, and everyone shows it.

Love has different ways, but it can make others feel it.

Warm, as long as you feel it with your heart, you will find it warm.

Warm, everywhere.

Three or five touching stories of about 200 words.

One day, on a girl's birthday, the boy gave her a lovely plush bear at her birthday party, which was not a gift at all.

The girl is a little angry, maybe even more angry. I didn't expect her boyfriend to be so stingy. Today is her birthday, so many friends are here.

Last year, the boy gave her an expensive Tibetan knife on her birthday. The boy swore that if one day he betrayed the girl, the girl could cut his chest with a knife.

This year, two people have been discussing their future. So many friends came to celebrate the girl's birthday. It was the boy who said that he would give her a gift that she would never forget on her birthday. As a result, it seems that everything is beyond everyone's expectation, mainly that girl!

Facing the angry eyes of girls, boys just smiled badly. This gift is really unforgettable for the girl.

The girl drank a lot of wine at the party, while the boy just drank coke quietly beside him.

After the party, they had to go back to their small home and go to the Third Ring Road. Girls are always angry and complaining. There are many expensive gifts in the back seat of the car, and of course there is the furry bear. Girls began to complain that boys did not love her and did not cherish their love. The boy just drove quietly without saying anything, and occasionally there was a smile on his face.

Alcohol is made on impulse. The girl threw up and the boy pulled over. The girl lost her temper and accused the boy of giving her such an unhappy birthday. She said something that hurt her feelings. The boy was speechless, just holding a paper towel in one hand and mineral water in the other. The girl suddenly ran to the main road of the Third Ring Road, but the boy didn't hold her. So two people dragged on the road. Suddenly, a speeding express train came straight at the two men. The boy threw away his things without thinking. He pushed the girl away and her head fell heavily on the ground. When she woke up, she was already lying in the hospital with a bandage on her head.

The driver of the speeding car was proved to be drunk driving.

The boy was knocked out 15 meters. /kloc-when I arrived at 0/20, my mouth was full of blood and I kept saying, "Don't worry about me, what about my girlfriend?" 〃

When he arrived at the hospital, the boy had gone to another world. His last words were a fluffy bear. At his request, the fluffy bear was taken to the ambulance by the medical staff. His last journey in this world was that this little bear was always with him.

When the girl learned that the boy had left, she cried several times and fainted.

A careful nurse sent the bear to her pillow.

The girl woke up from the fainting again and looked at the bear, with the boy's blood on it, which seemed to have the boy's temperature. She held it tightly to her chest, stroked it gently, and suddenly touched something very hard. The girl took something out of the bear's pocket, a ring box with a beautiful diamond ring in it. When the girl saw all this, she completely collapsed. She cried in despair and tore at herself.

The girl went to the morgue. The blood on the boy has been dried. He lay there clean and peaceful, with a smirk on his lips. The girl stroked the boy's head with her hand, and tears fell from the corner of her eyes. She doesn't want to cry because the boy doesn't like her crying.

The girl was discharged from the hospital the next day and returned to the harbor they once loved.

Opening the door, she was stunned by everything in front of her. The room is full of roses. There is a big cake on the table, next to it is an insulated lunch box and a card.

Opening the lunch box is her favorite soup.

Open the card and it says:

Marry me, you will never regret it. You will feel warm all your life. I will make you happy all your life. I will always wait for you. I will wake you up every day, make your favorite breakfast, send you to work, always think about you, give you phone calls and information at any time, and don't let the feeling of loneliness accompany you for a moment. I will pick you up from work at night, cook dinner for you, and let you sleep quietly in my arms at night. But I can do housework. I am in better health. If I am entertaining, I will go home before 1 1. If I am on a business trip, I will prepare delicious food for you these days, and of course, your favorite snacks. In fact, love is simply the happiness of two people, and our happiness has just begun. I hope ...

The girl can't stand it any longer. She saw that the room seemed to be full of their laughter and sweet words.

The past suddenly came to her mind. She blames herself, regrets and complains ...

Wondering who betrayed what was once beautiful.

The happiness once became sharp at this time, and the laughter once became gloomy at this time.

The girl didn't go the day the boy was cremated.

The girl stayed quietly in the harbor of their love, lying in their constant * * *, watching the video of their trip, and gently cutting her wrist with the Tibetan knife that the boy gave him on his birthday last year. ...

There is a card by the window:

Honey, I'm here. I'm sad without you.

I was wrong. These days I have been thinking about our days together, your temperature, your smell, your bad smile and your cooking. You are a liar. You said you would protect me for the rest of my life. It's cold to sleep alone without you. I'm hungry without you cooking. I am lonely without you. Please walk slowly. I'm coming. Although you didn't fulfill your promise, I really love you.

Friends in love. . Cherish it. .

Maybe the world is not so perfect in love, but there are people who love you the most and people you love the most. When the person who loves you the most and the person you love the most are the same person, I tell you that you are happy. Some people often fall in love triangle. Maybe you don't understand my love. I want to see this log, you should understand.

Hehe, forget it. I hope that people who read this log will cherish everything in front of them, and don't be embarrassed because of a little thing, otherwise you will never get love! ! ! ! !

Fourth, write a touching story with "warmth" as the main topic, which will make you unforgettable. The level is three, 300 words.

warmth

Warmth is the warmth of sunshine and a coat in the cold wind. The long river of life that I just started flowing is full of the best warmth in the world.

This is an autumn with colorful leaves. In the evening, I finished the homework assigned by the teacher early, and beside the TV, I was bored to turn over the TV channel. Tossed and turned, a sense of drowsiness swept through, and before long, I fell asleep. In my dream, I fell into a cold glacier. I struggled desperately, but my body was still sinking slowly. At this time, a pair of warm big hands caught me and pulled me ashore. I woke up from my dream and found my mother covering me with a quilt. Her eyes are full of fear that I'll catch cold. "Baby, you're awake. Come on, mom will carry you back to your room to sleep, "mom said." A pair of warm arms hugged me, slender but so powerful. Back in the house, I think, it may be warm.

Warmth is everywhere, it is warmth that drives away darkness and ushers in light!

Five wants a warm little story

What do you mean? I can write. . But what's on it?

Liuhe Mama's Warm Story Composition 200

From birth to now, there is a person who has been caring for me and taking care of me, and that is my mother. My mother gave me a lot of love and warmth.

I remember one year, it was very cold and it was snowing heavily outside. It happened to be my birthday. I know in my heart that my mother will never forget it.

I still remember my birthday, so I'm going to test what my mother prepared for me, so that I can be psychologically prepared.

I walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, do you know what day it is today?" Mother casually said, "I know, I know." Hearing this sentence, I am secretly happy: mom didn't forget my birthday, great, great, mom didn't forget my birthday! I thought and laughed. "What are you smirking about? There is a solar term today-heavy snow. Put on more clothes and don't catch cold. " Mother said while cutting vegetables, "huh?" Mom, that's not what I asked you. "I said." Then what do you ask? "Mom said with a puzzled face." I'll give you a hint. I was born in winter. "I stared at my mother and said. Mom gave me a look and said, "I still don't know what you are talking about." Go away, I want to cook! " "Hearing this, I was very angry and shouted at my mother," Today is my birthday, and you forgot it, huh! " I ignore you! "Say that finish, I angrily returned to the room and closed the door.

After a while, my anger gradually subsided and I was going to apologize to my mother, but I searched the whole house and couldn't find my mother. I ran over and asked my father, "Dad, where's mom?" Dad said to me, "Mom is out." "It's so cold outside, my mother is still outside. You are really, why don't you persuade your mother? " I said angrily.

Then I ran to my room and sat on the bed waiting for my mother. After a while, it was almost evening, and my mother had not come back yet. I'm starting to worry. At this moment, there was a knock at the door. I know that must be my mother. I quickly opened the door and saw that it was my mother. I saw my mother's face and hands flushed with cold and holding a cake in her hand. So my mother went to buy me a cake. Before I could speak, my mother said, "Happy birthday! Daughter, this is my birthday present for you. Let's eat together later. " Hearing this sentence, I don't know what to say at the moment. I opened the cake box according to my mother's words. When I opened the box, my eyes lit up. There is a line on the cake: Happy Birthday! I was very moved when I saw this line. We got together, and with the singing of my parents, I made a wish. At the moment when the candle was blown out, tears unconsciously flowed out from behind the cheeks. Although it was very cold that night, our family didn't feel anything. Only warmth surrounds every corner of my home, and only happiness surrounds us.

Mom, you made me feel selfless maternal love, thank you!

Composition of 200 words-a very warm family story.

On the snow-white wall, there is a happy family portrait: me, my father and my mother.

Those things that used to be beautiful and happy laid the foundation of our feelings.

I

I am a junior high school student, a lavish and popular girl.

My mother and I

My mother is an ordinary woman with shoulder-length short hair. She is good at doing housework and taking care of her husband and children.

My mother and I have the same cells: lazy cells. It was a breezy night. After playing computer all day, my mother and I watched TV for a while. I was tired and prone on the bed. "Daughter, go and turn off the computer." Mom yawned and said, "Why don't you take the remote control board?" I yawned and said, "Who told you to take it?" Mom is getting a little impatient. "Let's go." I looked at the TV only a few steps away, but it was extremely far away, and murmured, "I won't go." Mom said, "I'm not going either. Let's go to sleep. " How can I have such a mother? She had to oppose me. If she doesn't go, neither will I.

So we spent some time. I have no choice. I got out of bed and turned off the TV. I was trying to argue with my mother, but I saw her sleeping soundly. I walked gently to my mother, listening to her even breathing, looking at the face destroyed by years and touching a few strands of white hair. Why does my mother age so fast? Suddenly thought of a poem, "the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop." My son wants to raise and doesn't want to kiss. " Looking at my old mother, I can't, I can't let what I hate at all times happen to me, maybe it will be a long time, but there are some things that need to be done all the time, otherwise I will regret it later. I seem to understand something. I covered my mother with the quilt that she kicked to the ground and fell asleep happily.

My father and I

My father is a very serious man, with a flat head all the year round, a kind smile, medium build, neither fat nor thin.

When I was a child, I liked to cling to that so-called father, but when I grew up, I gradually alienated him.

Now, he is on a business trip in Guangxi, a distant place I am not familiar with. He often calls back to say hello to my mother and me, but I am more used to the days when I am only with my mother. Gradually, the so-called father, for me, is just a manual service like telecommunications, only the warmth on the phone.

This year, it's my birthday, because birthdays are the same every year, so I don't think it's interesting. That day, I was thoughtful in the dormitory, but I didn't know what I was thinking. At this time, the housekeeper gave me a package of things, which I didn't understand. She said it was a home delivery. I opened it and found a jade Buddha inside. My memory was turned out: before my father left, I said to him, "Dad, buy me a piece of jade!" " Father said, "Well, what about Guanyin?" I giggled and said, "Dad, you are so stupid,' Men bring Guanyin and women bring Buddha!'" ""Father smiled without a word. It turned out that he remembered, but I always thought he forgot, "Jingle Jingle ..." The phone rang, "Hey, do you like this gift? Don't you want the Jade Buddha? I chose it on purpose, so I should study hard. Oh, hey, hey ... "Tears streamed down the phone.

Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that really belongs to me. My family is very happy, isn't it?

Warm composition: eight cases with 200 words.

Warmth is the sun in winter and the breeze in spring; Warmth is a cotton-padded jacket when it is cold and a piece of bread when it is hungry; Warmth is an ice cream on a hot summer day and a piece of candy in your heart when you are in pain; Warmth is a pile of coal in the biting wind, and sorrow is a confidante; Warmth is an ambulance in danger and a good companion in happiness. ...

On this day, I just walked out of the house when it began to rain in Mao Mao. I thought: nothing, I may stop when I get to school. I walked on, but the weather seemed to be against me, and it was raining cats and dogs. Watching me get soaked, I couldn't help thinking: Oh, no, I'm definitely going to be scolded by my mother this time. I can't wait to call my mother: "mom, I'm soaked." Why don't you give me an umbrella so that I can go home after school ... yawn! " "10 minutes later, I was disappointed. Look at the weather outside the window. The rain fell like broken beads, and the sky was gray. I thought to myself: mom will definitely not send it. In less than half an hour, a man in red came into my sight. She has an umbrella in her left hand and a dress and an umbrella in her right hand. My uneasy mood calmed down. My mother came up to me and said, "My umbrella and clothes are all wet. Change them quickly, or you will catch a cold easily. ".How so careless. "Her tone is full of love and blame. I look at this face full of fine lines of years. My heart is like an overturned cruet. I raised my feet and said in my mother's ear, "Go home quickly, be careful to catch cold, thank you." Mother smiled with relief and walked slowly back. I was silent, and I felt extremely warm. The rain is getting less and less gloomy, and the sky seems to have cleared up a lot.

There are many warm times in a person's life, and we are constantly moved. Don't doubt, because we are not pretending to be sad, but really expressing our feelings, although worldly things have blurred the things around us, although such feelings have become less and less. However, our life needs something like touching, such as the shining stars in the night sky, to light up the world. So we need warmth. ...

At the beginning of this paper, the use of parallelism makes people shine, the metaphor is appropriate, and the psychological description is in place. For example, "I thought: nothing, I may stop when I get to school" and "I can't help thinking: Oh, no, I will definitely be scolded by my mother this time", which highlights the worries of the young author and paves the way for the arrival of the following mother. The structural arrangement is very ingenious.

Nine stories about warmth

There is a cruel saying: marriage is the grave of love, but without it, we will have no good end.

Love is not beautiful, but it doesn't have to be cruel.

The fairy tale I heard when I was a child, the prince and Cinderella went through all the hardships and finally walked on the red carpet. Everything is happy. It's over. The beautiful story, in the artificial time pause, consciously ignores the life in the next few decades. When I grew up, I found myself cheated. The combination of two people only represents a new starting point, not the end of the story, but the beginning of running-in. When I grow up, I know that fairy tales are beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

All beings are dazzled. After vicissitudes of life, many people shed tears for their old friends and sigh for the old scenery.

I always want to love once in my soul, and I always want to drink once when I am thirsty. Love is always so selfish, greedy and indulgent.

Don't think that love will never destroy them like wildfire. Like grass, it will grow back when the wind blows. In fact, love is as flexible as silk, and the sharp blade is hard to break, but it can't resist dripping water. Really, the word love, please spare no effort to lock it in your heart. For its beautiful destination, why not look for her in the thousands of networks of the public? Weak water is 3 thousand, just take a ladle to drink. There are thousands of beautiful roses, but there is only one regret. This is a profound understanding of the essence of love and a profound interpretation of the connotation of love by a complete personality.

When I met you, I became very depressed, as low as dust, but I was happy inside. There will be a flower.

All love has humbleness and different weights! Because if you love someone and care about someone, there will be compromise, and compromise will naturally feel humble. In the reciprocal emotional relationship, this humility is mutual, and it is the effort and dedication of both men and women to an emotion.

Don't try to be brave in front of vanity, don't take a catty, only in front of him (her) can you see the marrow in the heat.

It's hard to be confused. Be tolerant in mutual polishing, calm in kitsch, tolerant in wind and rain, find, feel, pay and rejoice with your heart, and you will feel that your lover is a lovely person and a wonderful person who has loved for a long time.

I don't know what to say. Maybe this is my love toolbox.

If you love her (him), you will taste it slowly-you have never enjoyed it in your life.

1 1 a touching story, 200 words.

Listen to my mother told a story:

The story happened around the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it happened on the battlefield, decades ago. The son who worked hard on the battlefield always worried the old mother at home. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and my son doesn't know if he can go home and have a look. It happened that a letter from my son brought a lot of care and warmth to my mother. Mother sat on the kang with a satisfied and serene smile on her face. In addition to greeting his mother, the letter also described one thing to his mother: in a battle, one of his son's comrades was blown up by a bomb, and he begged his mother to let his comrades come to his parents' house to recuperate. The mother thought about it and said in her reply to her son: My mother is old and her family is not good, so she can't afford it. A few days later, the news came that the soldier whose hands and feet were blown off committed suicide. After hearing the news, the old mother felt sorry and decided to bury the remains of her son's comrades. When the mother came to the army and met her son's boss, she realized that the soldier whose hands and feet were blown off was actually her son. The boss said that he read the letter and understood his mother's feelings. The mother cried bitterly and kept saying that she was wrong and should support her children's ideas. My son's boss doesn't think so. He said, "It's not your fault, it's your son's fault. First, he lied to you. He shouldn't replace himself with another soldier. The second is his fault. He should not commit suicide, because if he knows that his son is injured, even if his family is not good, the mother will not ignore the child. " The mother saw her son, but it was his body. The mother held her son tightly as if he were still alive. She sang his favorite songs and told his favorite stories, and she didn't want to leave for a long time ... It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I was particularly moved when the story was finished. As a child of a mother, what can I do for her? From now on, I will study hard, repay my mother's love with practical actions, and work together to become a happy child of my parents.