Warm composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is a warm composition I compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Warm composition 1 When I was a child, my mother made me feel a lot of warmth.

That day, my good friend and I played in the community, and we were very happy. Jump, run and laugh. Inadvertently, I tripped over a stone. My knee is hurt and I'm bleeding. I cried in pain. My mother hurried over and looked at my wound nervously and asked me if it hurt. I replied, "It hurts a little." My mother quickly took me home, carefully cleaned and bandaged my wound, and then looked up and said to me, "Be careful when you play next time, don't fall so carelessly again!" " I stopped crying and nodded. My mother's warm words and warm actions make me feel extremely happy.

Another time, I was cooking in the kitchen. Inadvertently, a drop of hot oil splashed on my face. "Ah, it's so hot!" I couldn't help screaming. My face hurts, tears are spinning in my eyes, and I almost burst my eyes. Luckily, my mother came in time. Pulled me out of the kitchen and put cold water on my face for a long time. I think my face is swollen like steamed bread. My mother asked me if it hurt, and comforted me: "Are you all right? Does it hurt? Be careful next time, don't let the oil overflow again. Next time you cook, empty the pot first. In this way, the oil will not overflow. " Mom's words made me feel very happy, comforting and warm. I nodded, and I will listen to my mother no matter what I fry in the future. Sure enough, I have never been splashed with oil again.

Warm, everywhere. Sometimes it only exists in a gentle comfort, and sometimes it is hidden in a careful reminder. This little gesture will warm people's hearts. I will keep in mind the school motto: "The world is warmer because of me". Let's take action to warm others and Jinhua!

Warm composition for two days, it is dark and twilight. The cold wind outside beat against the window pane. There is a bag of chestnuts on the table, and a little hot air comes out of the bag.

I stayed at home during the holiday and had nothing to do. Considering that my mother might be off work, I picked up the phone and asked her to buy me a bag of chestnuts. A gentle and helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: OK!

On the clock face, the second hand chased the minute hand round and round, and the originally bright sky outside the window dimmed bit by bit.

Finally, a hurried doorbell broke the silence. I rushed to open the door, and a fragrant smell of chestnuts came to my nose. I only saw a bag of hot chestnuts in my mother's hand and handed it over before entering the door. I can't wait to grab the bag, while peeling chestnuts and wolfing them down, while vaguely blaming my mother: What took you so long?

My mother sniffed and smiled apologetically. I was already downstairs when I got the call, and it took me more time to go there.

I was slightly shocked and didn't notice my mother. My hair was blown a little messy, my nose was red with cold, and I rubbed my hands with my skin repeatedly. Looking at my contented appearance, my mother grinned.

My heart suddenly raised doubts, and my mother was coming home soon. Did she really turn back because of one of my requests? Does my mother care so much about my request?

Thinking, thinking, a warm current welled up in my heart. I immediately picked the biggest chestnut from my bag, carefully peeled it off and stuffed it into my mother's mouth. My mother smiled and nodded and praised it: delicious! There is a relief in her black eyes, which makes people feel warm.

The chestnuts bought by my mother are not only delicious, but also very warm, which is the warmth brought by maternal love.

Warm Composition 3 When I was in primary school, I was still a child, but the education of teachers beyond my age made me feel warm.

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, the teacher started the exam as usual. "How simple!" I secretly said to myself, after writing the test paper, I threw away my pen and began to play with other things. After a while, the papers were collected and the students answered the questions.

The class time really passed quickly, and soon it was noon, and the teacher strode over with the paper. There is no "gloomy" smile on her face, and it gives people goose bumps. That's terrible! Coupled with the teacher's cynicism, we all dare not look her in the eye.

The paper finally reached my hand. When I was in high spirits, she made me stand on the platform. I don't understand why she did it. Then her knife-like mouth sounded like firecrackers and resounded through the sky. I am embarrassed in front of my classmates. At that time, there was only one thought in my heart: I hate her!

In the days to come, I always avoided her and didn't want to see her expressionless face. Once, maybe this time, I hated her!

But once I change my mind,

It's still noon, or that expressionless face, but it's so kind. She stroked my head as if she were her own child. I found maternal love in her eyes. She said, "Why do you always avoid me? Is it because you are dissatisfied with my last criticism? " I thought to myself: Hum! Is this a criticism? This is obviously a blow. She smiled when she saw that I didn't talk. This is the first time I have seen her smile. No irony, no blow, only full of love. "Silly boy, I don't want you to have a long memory? You are all careless wrong questions. " Finally, my tears flowed down unwillingly, and I felt extremely guilty. It's like knocking over a five-flavor bottle in my heart. It's so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable. But also feel the incomparable warmth.

Warmth is common, but the real feeling is so wonderful. It was this over-age education that changed me, and it was that conversation that warmed me!

Warm composition 4 There is never a lack of love and warmth in life. If you find out carefully, in fact, love is around, warm and always there.

When I was in primary school, I hurried to school because I was stubborn and only wore a single coat. I sat in a warm classroom and secretly laughed at my mother: The classroom is so warm, why do you wear so many clothes? At noon, the teacher assigned a task to the boys, that is, cleaning the playground, which is said to punish us for being naughty, alas! The teacher's life is hard to break. At this time, it is already late autumn, and the leaves are everywhere. There are only dry branches in the flower pond, and there are some yellow leaves on the branches, which are blown by the wind and will fall from time to time. Cleaning has started. It's only been a while, and the biting wind makes me shiver. I want the withered leaves to tremble back and forth, my teeth to tremble back and forth, and my nose to come out. In order not to let my classmates laugh at me, I try not to tremble and pretend not to be afraid of the cold. Finally, I couldn't help sneezing one by one, and gradually began to regret not listening to my mother. I looked at the school gate, looking forward to it. The closed school gate is like a heavily guarded tower. It is impossible to go out. Suddenly, a figure appeared at the school gate, familiar and familiar. My eyes blurred step by step. That's my mother's! That's my mother! Look at my trembling body, put on a coat for me in a crisis, constantly blame me, no longer feel my mother's verbosity, listen to her patiently, and feel so warm when I put on a coat. Motherly love has no specific content. What warms me is not only a coat, but also my mother's noble and selfless love for children and her love for children all over the world!

Thank you, mom. May all mothers in the world be happy!

Warm Composition 5 Warm may be an encouraging word when you fall, a comforting word when you are desperate, a cup of hot water when you are sick, or a simple' thank you' … That time, she made me feel warm.

She is my primary school classmate. Although we have only been together for two years, I will never forget her. In the second grade, I transferred to the primary school in my hometown, which made me unable to adapt. I don't talk to my classmates every day. I'm always alone. When she found out that I didn't like playing with my classmates, she tried to make me laugh every day. She always thinks of me first when she has delicious snacks, and always shares something interesting with me first. Gradually, I am outgoing and like to drink with my classmates. At that time, I was very grateful to her. I always saw our backs holding hands on my way to school every day.

One afternoon, we made an appointment to go out to play together. When we were walking happily on the road, we didn't know who fell down first. We only heard' ouch' and fell in tandem. At that time, it was midsummer, and our knees began to bleed, so it was too painful to stand up. We just sat on the ground and cried. At this time, she was taking out a paper towel to wipe the wound. I saw her gritting her teeth as if to bite it. But here, I still cry blindly. She looked at my knee and took out a tissue. The tissue just touched my wound, and the severe pain made me cry even harder. She immediately stopped, patted me on the back, comforted me and wiped away my tears. When she saw that I stopped crying, she came to treat my wound. This time is obviously much lighter than the last time. I had to bite my teeth and try my best to endure it. Later, she helped me to her house.

This little thing deepened our friendship and we became better. But in the fourth grade, she and I both transferred schools, and we lost touch. Now, I have been in the second grade, made many friends and received the warmth of many people, but I still can't forget those short two years, that little thing, that kind woman.

Warm composition 6 gains ... many things come to mind, and many emotions come to mind. I can't see my fingers in the early morning of February, and the cold wind has not dispersed. Walking on the road, the cold makes me step up.

Before I get to the bus stop, I often touch my pockets. Empty? Suffer! What about the bus card? Why did I put it in my pocket this morning? I subconsciously stopped and rummaged through my pockets, but there was no sign of the bus card. I took off my schoolbag and rummaged anxiously. I'm like an ant on hot bricks. My face is burning and my palms are sweating. I didn't leave it on the road, did I? Come up with an idea. I hurried back with my schoolbag on my back, looking around like I was running for my life. Heart, in such a dark day, even if I fall to the ground, I'm afraid I can't find it.

The sky is slightly bright, the blue sky is still waking up, everything is fresh, and I am bumping around like a headless fly.

I was familiar with that figure, but it appeared in front of my eyes, as if something was hanging in my hand. Take a closer look! Isn't that my bus card "Touching cards can be so sloppy." A dignified but not angry voice sounded. This excites me and makes me curious. Didn't I put it in my pocket? "Where did you find it?" I asked. Running to the protagonist who makes me anxious. "On the sofa! Why are you so careless? What would you do if I didn't see you? It is getting late. I will drive you to school. " "Oh, really, did I hear you right?" Mom and dad used to have to go to work. I sent them several times when I was in primary school. It was even less pitiful in junior high school. A warm current flows in my heart. "Really, I hate to send you a trip." Dad said half jokingly. "Good good." I jumped up and cheered.

How many times in a person's life did he get help when he needed it most? But in these few months, there must be your parents, who have used them almost all their lives. When they care about us, we should also do our part to repay them and let the warm river flow forever. ...

Reading is accompanied by my warm growth. Reading has made me gain a lot of valuable knowledge in my growth. Reading is much more interesting than watching TV. Reading can not only protect our eyesight, cultivate our sentiment, but also make us easily acquire knowledge.

Now I am reading Diary of Laughing Cat written by Aunt Yang. I like reading books since the second grade, because only then did I know that I found a book that suits me.

When I was in the second grade, I remember that my father bought me a copy of Very Dad written by Yang. I learned from that book that my parents actually like to play, and there is a reason why we are not allowed to play at random, because we should arrange our play time and study time reasonably.

In the third and fourth grade, I finished reading all the books of Naughty Castle Ma Xiaotiao written by Yang. Although the title of this series is Naughty Bag Ma Xiaotiao, I don't think Ma Xiaotiao is naughty. Playing is the nature and essence of our students. Ma Xiaotiao is a brave, kind and helpful boy. Although his grades are not good, I firmly believe that as long as he studies hard,

The book written by Aunt Yang grew up with me for six years. In the past six years, all the books I read were written by Aunt Yang. In fact, reading is not difficult. As long as you read it carefully, all the words and pictures in the book will come to your mind, just like watching TV.

Reading is of great help to our growth. Let's read together, enjoy the happiness brought by reading, and let us grow up healthily and happily in the world of reading. Grow into what we want!

Every time I come home from school, I can see an old woman rummaging through the trash can in the community. She picked up the waste products such as paper boxes and plastic bottles, put them in sacks and carried them to her residence. Even in the hot summer, the garbage can stinks, and the grandmother is still uninterrupted.

I asked doubtfully, "Mom, what is Grandma looking for?"

My mother told me, "Grandma is picking up recyclable garbage." It is said that she has only one son, with little income and no pension. She lives very frugally, selling junk to supplement her life. "

After listening to my mother's words, I felt very bad.

One day, my mother was preparing to throw out the garbage. I saw that there were cartons and bottles in the garbage thrown by my mother. I quickly stopped: "Mom, can you give me the recyclable garbage?"

Mom was stupefied, puzzled and said, "What's the use of keeping it?"

"Mom, don't worry, I have a very important purpose. There will be recyclable waste products for me in the future! " I smiled mysteriously.

I took the garbage from my mother. "Mom, let me help you throw out the garbage." Say that finish and ran away.

After I went downstairs, I sorted the recyclable garbage and threw the rest into the trash can. Take the garbage to grandma's door. On the way back, I was very happy.

In this way, I send waste products to my grandmother every few days and put them quietly in front of her house every time.

On this day, I went to send waste to my grandmother again. When I put down my things to leave, it happened that my grandmother came back. She took my hand and said kindly, "Good boy, thank you. It turns out that you have been sending waste to your grandmother! "

I said modestly, "Grandma, you're welcome. Anyway, these wastes are going to be thrown away. I just sorted them out for you. "

Grandma stroked my head, the wrinkles on her face spread out, and her eyes contained endless gratitude. She quickly took out a red apple from the room and stuffed it into my hand. "Eat quickly, good boy."

Bright red apples warm our hearts. I send not only waste, but also warmth.

Warm composition 9 Yunjuanyunshu, bloom flowers fall; Traffic is busy, people come and go, always accompanied by warmth. Sing all the way and grow all the way.

Sing a song about the friendship between teachers and students

The sun is shining, we spare no effort to sprinkle heat waves on the earth, and the students in Grade Three are running in groups every day. I was a little tired, and my legs were awkwardly lifted and fell to the ground like lead. The light gradually blurred my eyes. At this time, the sunshine is not like a kind of warmth, but more like an endless torture, so I plan to hide in the speeding crowd and take a few steps to be lazy. "Don't stop, keep running!" The voice of the PE teacher came from behind me, and I suddenly felt cold behind me, and I felt ashamed of being caught. I didn't dare to be lazy again and ran away seriously.

Sing a song about the friendship between mother and daughter

"Camouflage with you? Oh, yes, there are socks for you in the mezzanine. " I heard my mother's nagging voice. Tomorrow I will go to the winter camp to expand military training. "You are a girl, protect your skin, and don't forget to bring hand cream and face oil." My mother "jumps around the room" to help me pack my things. "Go out and protect yourself." "You love kicking the quilt, so don't roll around when you sleep with everyone." Mom told me while cleaning up. "I know, I know." I looked at her helplessly, but my heart was full of warmth and sweetness.

Sing a song of neighborhood friendship

In autumn and September, the branches of yellow leaves, like small lanterns, are blooming their own light. Far away, I saw a short, rickety figure, dragging two big garbage bags with difficulty. On closer inspection, it turned out to be my grandmother next door. I immediately greeted her and took two heavy bags: "Grandma, how can you help me take out the garbage?" Grandma smiled, like a wrinkled but shiny chrysanthemum: "I was afraid your mother would forget, so I picked it." I looked at that loving smile, and a warm current welled up in my heart.

Singing a little thing is full of warmth and deep friendship.

Warm composition 10 "I scraped someone else's car and lost money, but I am very happy." This is a sentence sent by Mr. Sun from Ningbo in QQ group. He said that he was happy not because he "lost money" but because he "rubbed" his honesty.

The thing is this: Mr. Sun accidentally scraped a Santana car while reversing. See the master is not here, just wait in place. After waiting for 20 minutes, the shopkeeper Qin Ming came. After consultation, Mr. Sun promised to compensate 200 yuan and left his contact information. Shortly after I arrived at the company, I got a call from Qin Ming. One of Mr. Sun's opponents tried to blackmail, but the content of the phone call was unexpected. Qin Ming said on the phone, "I just drove to the garage and asked. The mechanic said 100 yuan is enough. I will overcharge you 100 yuan. " Mr. Sun was very moved and shared it with QQ group.

This incident not only touched Mr. Sun, but also touched thousands of people in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. At present, it is a period of social transformation, and the social value orientation has undergone a major turning point. From "fraudulent donation" to "academic plagiarism", from "holding one's breath underwater" in Yi Lee to Shuanghui Clenbuterol, there is an endless stream. Honesty is fading, "money worship" is growing, "interest" replaces virtue, and honesty gives way to fraud. Today, honesty and etiquette should receive unprecedented attention.

Only by adhering to integrity can we be worthy of ourselves and others; Only by sticking to integrity can we put ourselves in the shoes of others. Only by insisting on honesty can we warm others and ourselves. Kant said: "In life, there are only two things that we can look forward to all our lives. One is the sky above us and the other is the moral law in our hearts. " The starry sky makes people look up because of its sacredness, and the integrity of the bottom of my heart makes people abide by it for life because of its preciousness.

Stick to integrity, keep conscience, and gain warmth.

Warm composition 1 1 entered the coldest solar term in winter-slight cold, the temperature has been very low, and it is still chilly today. Leaves on trees, flowers and plants in flower beds, and branches hanging on walls have all been replaced with crystal clear "ice coats", and round ice beads are still hung on the tip of the leaves. After school, I strolled on my way home and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. It began to rain slowly in the sky, and if it did, it added a little mystery to this cold winter. Just as I was immersed in this fairyland-like beauty, the scene that appeared in front of me was destroyed-two or three boys gathered under a tree full of fine ice drops in Ye Er, and one of the fat boys with heavy eyebrows looked at the tree with a wry smile. Suddenly, he kicked the tree trunk hard, and the branches shook painfully, leaving a lot of ice cubes scattered in the street, and some big ones hit the flower beds, crushing the tender ones. A girl passed by and quickly advised the boy, and I echoed her voice. The boy blushed and hurried away. However, when the girl was lifting the injured branch, she tripped over the broken ice under her feet. A few girls I don't know around me hurried to help her up. I saw a smile on her red face and waved, "Thank you! I am fine, please clean up the sanitation aunt and don't fall on others. " Aunt sanitation cleaned all the way. After listening to our words, she gave us a thumbs-up and praised: "You are really good children!" " . So, everyone quickly cleaned the ice on the road together. I suddenly felt happy and warm, and the ice beads on the leaves and branches seemed to reflect pure and kind smiles.

Warm composition 12 If I am a rare child now, it is because my mother told me when I was seven years old. I feel very warm.

One summer afternoon when I was seven years old, some naughty children accidentally trampled on Grandpa Li's newly planted flowers.

When my mother found out, she insisted that I take out my pocket money to buy flowers for Grandpa Li, and that I make up the flowers myself. I refused at that time and said to my mother with tears in my eyes, "Mom, this is the little money I finally saved. I was going to buy a harmonica. " Mom, isn't grandpa Li in charge? "

"no!" Mother's tone is firm and there is no room for manoeuvre. "It is not easy for you to save money. Is it easy for Grandpa Li to plant so many flowers? "

"Mom!" I cried with tears.

"No, it is not!" Mother suddenly raised her voice and frowned.

"If you don't do it, you don't do it!" I let out a cry stubbornly, and tears kept spinning in my eyes.

"pa!" A slap in the face. "I insist that you plant it for grandpa Li!" Mother left a stern word and turned away.

Mother's life is hard to break, watching her leave, although I am very reluctant, but it is helpless after all.

Later that night, my mother took the initiative to "apologize" to me. This slap left a deep imprint on my heart, which made me feel that it was so reasonable and warm. ...

Now, I have grown up and become a sensible child. Thank my mother for giving me that deep, earnest and warm love!

Warm composition13 20xx101October 9, a somewhat hot autumn day, I was patrolling the streets of Vancouver. I crossed the street. On the crowded road, a group of naive ducklings strolled along the street under the guidance of their mother. I looked at them. They were bathed in the warm sunshine and turned a blind eye to people and vehicles coming and going, but a few ducklings looked at this strange place curiously. I looked at them and sighed. Even ducks are freer than me. Well, I'd better keep patrolling. Halfway through the patrol, I was a little tired and walked back to the sentry box.

Suddenly, the mother duck waddled into the sentry box and grabbed my trouser leg. "oh! What are you doing? Leave me alone. " Mother duck shouted at me a few times and then grabbed my trouser leg. I kicked it, but it still wouldn't let go. Instead, it dragged me out. I think something is wrong. Okay, that's okay. Why did it drag me out? I couldn't understand it, and I was dragged to a sewer by this mother duck. When I came to the sewer, I was still confused, but mother duck pointed to the sewer with her mouth, and then pointed to the duckling.

I understood everything in an instant. Looking into the sewer, several ducklings fell in. The duckling may be washed away at any moment, and I can't get into the sewer to save the duckling. The situation is urgent and I can't think of any good way. Seeing that the duckling was about to be washed away, I looked up and saw that there were many people fishing in the opposite river, some with fishing rods and some with fishing nets. Yes, I had a brainwave and ran to the river and found a little boy with a fishing net. I explained the situation to the little boy, and the little boy readily agreed to me. I picked up the fishing net and ran to the sewer at once.

I slowly put the fishing net into the narrow and deep sewer, and the duckling seemed exhausted and was about to float away with the water. Just then, I fished up the fishing net in the direction of the duckling, and the duckling was fished up by me. Mother duck called me gratefully and left with the duckling. In the early morning sunshine, the streets of Vancouver are more beautiful, reflecting the dazzling sunshine.

Warm composition 14 winter morning is so cold that even the flowers and plants on the roadside shrink. The north wind is blowing, and I have covered my clothes tightly, but the wind still runs into my body and makes me tremble. However, in order to send warmth to the students with difficulties, we are still holding carefully prepared gifts with enthusiasm and interest, and are ready to leave with our classmates.

When I walked into her house, my classmates were shocked. In the small dark room, there is no TV, no bright lights, no neat desk, only a small bookshelf with several extracurricular books neatly placed on it, and a simple bunk bed, which is the place where the child and her parents rest. I looked around, which surprised me. Their house has no windows. No wonder I feel sleepy as soon as I enter the room.

This is a very shy girl with long black hair. When she saw our arrival, she looked at us blankly. After a short communication, she finally started chatting with us. It turns out that her name is You Lingkai, and she is also a third-grade student like us. She goes to Dayuan Yucai Primary School. Her parents are migrant workers, and their lives are very hard, but she is very sensible and has excellent academic performance.

The exciting moment has finally arrived. We took out carefully prepared gifts, including exquisite extracurricular books, exquisite stationery, warm scarves and gloves, and many delicious snacks. We also sent rice cooking oil to her parents ... You kept saying, thank you, thank you.

On the way home, I felt very ashamed to think of her life and my own happy life. I secretly decided to study hard.

Warm composition 15 Because I came to my relatives yesterday, I felt very uncomfortable when I slept at night. In fact, I have such a few days every month, which is when I feel particularly uncomfortable. It's just that on weekdays, because someone is not around, I think there is nothing to carry over. After all, it's nothing particularly big.

But last night, because my stomach was particularly uncomfortable and someone was around, I might feel a lot more melodramatic than before, and then I kept shouting, my stomach is uncomfortable!

Someone specially rubbed his stomach and said that I wouldn't feel so bad before. Why is my body like this now? I said it was always like this before, just because you weren't around, I don't know.

Some people say that I've been at home alone for so many years, and I've worked hard, so whatever!

Then I kept rubbing my stomach. Actually, to be honest, I feel that rubbing my stomach doesn't seem to work. After all, it seems that I have formed a habit for so many years. I just need to get through today and tomorrow!

Sometimes I feel that some physical discomfort is incurable. The only treatment is time. But I feel very warm when someone rubs his stomach, which is much better than when I was lying in bed alone before.

Even if you sleep until midnight and turn over subconsciously, someone will ask in a daze, does your stomach still hurt?

Think of a person who has really changed a lot over the years. At first, he was very noisy and thought he was really young and frivolous!

Now it is true that both of them are in their thirties, and they seem to know more about understanding and tolerance in life. Although sometimes it is better, some living conditions and feelings are somewhat dissatisfied, but think about it carefully, in fact, in life, some people are still a particularly warm person!

So many times, I have to tell myself that it is best not to do too many things that suit me!