I was doing my homework last night. Suddenly, my mother said, "Liu Yichen, look, the teacher sent a notice asking the students to show their love."
I quickly stood up, took the mobile phone handed me by my mother and looked at it carefully. The notice said: Su Feng, a freshman in our school, is in urgent need of surgery because of heart disease, and the school advocates donations from all classes. I hope the students will lend a helping hand, give their love and make voluntary donations tomorrow morning. Put down the phone, I ran straight to my piggy bank without thinking.
I opened the box carefully, poured out the money in it, and counted it over and over again. The total was 12. Five dollars. I'm going to donate all this money. I feel a little reluctant to take this money. It's all my pocket money. I often hear my mother say that many a mickle makes a mickle. Donate it all, although it is not much, but it is also a gift from me. This money can finally be used!
The school asked for a donation activity in the class during the second recess today, but both Miss Li and Miss Gao were "impatient". They came to the classroom ahead of time and gave us a special Chinese lesson. The teacher told us the story of Su Feng and played a song. The song goes like this: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world. This sentence inspired and educated me. So, I carefully wrote on a small piece of paper: Su Feng, I wish you happiness forever. Quietly put it in the donation box with the prepared money.
Su Feng, are we warm enough? I wish you a speedy recovery.
Life is long, and it is inevitable that we will encounter some difficulties when growing up. But if we persist in the difficulties, we will certainly succeed. We will also encounter many warmth in life, such as the help of teachers, the care of strangers and the friendship between friends, which can deeply touch me. Next, I'll tell you something!
Every morning, I go to school alone, but today I remember it vividly. If you want to listen, please read the following.
This morning, I got up at 7: 00/kloc-0: 00 on time, got dressed, went to the bathroom to wash, had a big breakfast, fastened my seat belt, put on a yellow hat and started school.
Along the way, I sometimes hummed, sometimes cheered and sometimes laughed, so I came to the crossroads unconsciously. There are many people here, and the scene is very chaotic. I walked by at the green light, but a bicycle flew by, and with a bang, I was crushed to death by it. The man said "I'm sorry" and rode away. I thought: At this moment, a classmate helped me to the school gate and disappeared at the end of the crowd.
This incident, which I will never forget, is my growing journey.
Warm composition for the fourth grade 300 words 3 "Hua, Hua ……" Listen, the rain is beautiful, beautiful, just like a musician playing wonderful music; It's raining hard, hard, hard, as if God is angry and the rain won't stop. Watching the downpour reminded me of that warm memory.
"Ding, Ding" After school, the students rode home happily in the rain. I, on the other hand, am very disappointed because my mother is going to give me an umbrella again.
I saw my mother hunched slightly, her hands were rough and her clothes were disheveled. She came to pick me up with an old umbrella. My mother came up to me and suddenly complained to herself, "Oh, look at my memory, I only brought an umbrella." "it's okay, mom, you'd better call!" "Come on, son, you are too young to get wet." Suddenly feel sour in my heart. ...
Along the way, the sound of rain was like a hymn, which made me relaxed and happy; The sound of rain moistens my heart like my mother's words; The sound of rain, like a ray of sunshine, warms my heart; But the raindrops hit my mother's tired back mercilessly and soaked her skirt and shoes, but her face was always smiling without sadness, which made me understand that maternal love is great and selfless, and a mother can give everything for her children! Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind.
Although it has been a long time, I will never forget it, because the sound of rain warms my heart.
The fourth grade warm composition 300 words 4 "pa!" Another classmate fell down.
I'm worried that if I walk on this bumpy mountain road full of gravel, I will accidentally fall into those potholes.
Every step is like walking towards an unknown danger, which makes people nervous. I dare not go any further.
Gradually, I finally couldn't help it and wanted to take off my blindfold. But I know in my heart that if I take it off, I will be punished with my companions. I can vaguely feel the faint white light outside from the blindfold, but I am very nervous and scared. It seems that people fell into the bottomless abyss at the moment they put on the blindfold.
"Hoo-",a cool breeze blew on my sweaty cheeks. The air suddenly turned cold, and the sweat slowly disappeared from my face unconsciously. Without any language communication, I can feel him helping me all the way and slapping me with something. As if I had found an oasis in the desert, my heart was warm.
Inadvertently, time slipped through my fingers. My heart is also much calmer. I gave him my hand and all my trust. I know he will hold my hand all the way and bring light to my dark world.
Growing up has both happiness and trouble. People around you inadvertently bring warmth.
Our family has a three-year-old "naughty boy"-Han Shi. The fleshy body makes people like it, with watery eyes, black hair like sesame seeds and a little natural curly hair. But it is such a thing that makes me feel that she is different from other children.
"Do you understand?"
Who is it? Nodded his head.
"Speak, understand! (pa) "Mom (before) started to beat and scold. Beat my soul out, and my desk seems to have turned into a river! Although I am used to it, I should also use crying to vent my inner anger and sadness. ..... was scolded by my mother, but I couldn't say anything in my heart, so I could only hide it in my heart.
After a while, my sister came clumsily. I took a napkin to wipe my tears. At this time, a warm current welled up in my heart.
"Don't cry, or I'll take you for an injection!"
I can't park my car at all.
"Okay, okay. Stop crying! I don't care if my mother scolds you later! " Suddenly came a big "Han" hug, but it was just an ordinary hug. But it's different for me. It's a hug that can comfort me, an unusual hug, and an unusual comfort.
This "naughty boy" is not only lively and lovely, but also an understanding "naughty boy". A three-year-old child taught me to be considerate of others, and others will be considerate of you! Warm journey, warm consideration.
I am the only child of my parents. I dreamed of becoming a little emperor at home since I was a child, and all the requirements can be met. But they are very strict with me. I fell down, put on the wrong clothes, and had difficulties in my study. I hope my parents will help me finish it, but they always say: get up by yourself, do your own thing and find a way to solve the problem by yourself. I like brave Altman and clever Pleasant Goat, but I only have half an hour of TV time at most every day. Sometimes I really hate them and feel wronged, thinking that they don't love me like other parents love their children.
As I grew up, I finally realized the well-meaning love of my parents.
I can do a lot of things now, and I will find a way to solve any problem myself. I shouldn't be an irresponsible deserter. My elders all praised me for my ability. I know that if my parents didn't let me "rely on myself", I wouldn't be as independent as I am now.
There is a lot of warmth in the world, some come from teachers, students or friends, but the warmth my parents give me is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Like a cup of hot tea, it warms my body. My parents' love has propped up a blue sky for me.
I remember one time, it was very cold and I refused to add clothes. So, late at night, I had a high fever and was hot all over. When mom and dad found out. Anxious as ants in a pot-whirling around. Regardless of the cold in the middle of the night, dad quickly put on his coat, got on his motorcycle and went to the drugstore to buy antipyretics. My mother is busy cooking ginger soup at home, while constantly wiping my sweat and measuring my thermometer. One night, mom and dad were tossed up without sleep. The next morning, regardless of work, my parents took me to the hospital for medical treatment, injections and medicine. When I got home, my mother cooked nutritious soup for me regardless of fatigue, and my father was busy boiling water for me to cook medicine. A few days later, under the careful care of my parents, my illness finally recovered, but my parents were much haggard. A warm current rises from my heart.
My parents gave me too much and gave me a lot of warmth. I thank them!
In life, there may be many warm things to make your life more colorful, and there is one thing in life that warms me.
It was a hot afternoon and we were playing basketball.
While basketball was being played fiercely, a man suddenly ran towards me and pushed me to the ground. When he saw me lying on the ground, he ran away immediately. My good friend came to help me. I couldn't stand up in pain, as if I had been nailed to the ground. However, he didn't give up, but said to me, "You will be fine, trust me!" " "This filled me with a kind of strength, thinking: He is here to encourage me, and I must stand up. I stood up slowly and was helped aside by him to sit down. He asked anxiously, "Are you all right?" "I'm fine!" I whispered. He asked again, "Don't insist, just tell me!" I said, "It hurts!" Said and pointed to the thigh.
Without saying anything, he picked me up and ran upstairs behind my back. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "Go to the infirmary!" He gasped as if my injury were urgent. "Then you have a class later?" I asked. "Never mind, your injury is more important than class!" I feel very warm when I say this. When he helped me into the infirmary, I saw that his clothes were soaked with sweat, and my split heart was stitched up by our friendship. Although the injury still hurts, my heart doesn't hurt.
I can't forget this for a long time. This warm thing always appears in my mind!
One Saturday morning, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the air was hot and humid. The charity sale of our small reporters in Quancheng continues. We worked in groups of several people, each of whom got 10 newspaper first, and then marched into the Grand View Garden.
When we arrived at the Grand View Garden, we were just about to start selling newspapers when our mother stopped us: "Everyone went to one place to sell, and soon everyone sold and bought, so it was difficult to sell again." We thought what my mother said was reasonable, so we ran to wanda plaza hand in hand. Hey! Mom said it was really good. In a short time, we sold dozens of newspapers, and the last one was left. Anyway, we couldn't sell it: others either bought it or didn't. Just when we couldn't figure out a way, we suddenly heard an old voice: "Little friend, give me one!" " "Looking back, we saw another old man calling us. Grandpa sat on the steps and asked softly; What is your activity? " "Charity newspaper helps disabled children!" "Well, I want one. "The old uncle sitting there smoking a cigarette looked at the old man strangely and asked," Dude, it costs money! It's not easy for you to mix money. " The old man didn't seem to hear, so he slowly took out a dollar with his clumsy hands and bought a newspaper. He murmured, "Thank you. I thank the reporters for the disabled children. I am also disabled. "At this moment, it suddenly began to rain, and the rain fell on me and on my face.
It was a cold winter and it snowed heavily. As soon as the snow stopped, I was naturally the first to rush out to play with it. Who knows, I jumped out and was hugged back with a groan. As soon as I went out, I fell on my back, hit a stone and fainted. ...
When I woke up, my hands without any cold protection equipment were almost numb with cold. I stood up trembling and vaguely saw my mother. In an instant, I fainted again ... when I woke up, I saw my father rubbing my hand with white things quickly, my brothers and sisters were holding it, and my mother was watching me. When I saw it clearly, oh, it was snow. Mom finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw me awake. Suddenly the power went out, and the room that was not too hot was even colder. I sneezed several times in a row, and then I started to have a fever, 38C, 39C. ...
Everyone in the room was in a hurry to turn around, and dad suddenly had an idea. He took out the treadmill that can generate electricity and began to generate electricity. However, it was so cold that this electricity was useless, so my father ran and ran like hell. When I am tired, I will change my mother. When my mother is tired, I will change my father ... when my brothers and sisters are sweating. ...
I don't know how long it took, but it's always so cold. With the efforts of my parents, my fever gradually dropped, 39, 38, 37. ...
"The fever is finally gone!" The voice of "fever is gone" is endless, but my mother is exhausted. I can't help but sigh: what a great family relationship!