The warmest thing is not the sunshine in winter, not the small flame in candlelight, but the power of love. Today, I compiled a warm composition for you. Welcome to learn from it. Let's have a look!

Warm composition 1

In the vast sea of people, we know few people. But whether familiar or unfamiliar, there will always be "help" to warm our hearts. Helping relatives means caring and caring for each other. Helping friends is the tacit understanding and cooperation of the heart; Helping passers-by is meticulous care, encouragement and help.

Help is everywhere. It seeps into the air around us, becomes breathing oxygen, and supports our lives.

Ba Jin, a great master of literature, once said, "My goal in life is to help others, so that everyone can have spring, everyone has a bright heart, everyone's life can be happy, and everyone's development can be free." This writer, who used home, spring and Qiu Lai to comfort those who longed for peace in suffering, has only one goal in life: to help others, whether with words of love or actions of love, to really bring warmth and light to those who walk in the cold night. ?

People who have been helping others all their lives will be respected and loved by people, just as the spiritual wealth left by Ba Jin will be remembered forever. And "help" has also become a beacon for people to move forward, bringing warmth to more people in need, spreading the fire of warmth all over the world and igniting every corner of society.

Help is mutual assistance at the same time, and only mutual assistance will last longer. Just as the leukemia girl said after donating money to the children who were out of school, "others helped me, and I want to pass this warmth on to others." Give a helping hand to everyone in trouble, and the world will become an ocean of love. "

I don't know whether Cong Fei is still helping others underground, but I know that he actually died in despair and helplessness. The people he helped were not grateful at all. On the contrary, they refused to visit Cong Fei, who was seriously ill, for fear of losing face. People are indifferent to this point, which is really the sorrow of society. Didn't their hearts tremble when they got the donation? Didn't their souls receive powerful shocks again and again, making their anesthetized nerves sober and learning to be grateful?

I hope this kind of thing will never happen again. We never want to see the heroic tears in the corner of Cong Fei's eye.

Lin Qingxuan once said: "Snow, cold and clear, pure and beautiful, resembles our hearts to some extent." And "help" is the simplest and brightest background color in our hearts. Is to help people who are hungry and cold send warm sunshine in winter; It is to help people who are on the verge of despair to see the hope of life again; It is help, so that lonely and helpless people have the patience to look forward to the light when darkness strikes.

Let's enjoy the oxygen content of this life, even if the wind and sand attack, our world is still warm as spring.

Warm combination 2

Home is everyone's safe haven; Home is everyone's spiritual sustenance; Home, let everyone find a warm feeling, and I am no exception. In our family, love is everywhere: love, caress, care and love. I live in this little house full of love. It was cold, and my mother added clothes to me. It's hot, my father shakes my fan; In the evening, my mother and father covered me with a quilt ... these details warmed me!

One night, I fell asleep and didn't feel well. I opened my eyes in a daze. My mother took my temperature and the thermometer showed 39 degrees. At 5 degrees, I asked my mother, "Mom, do I have a fever?" "Good boy, don't move, you have a high fever." There was a sound of opening the door, and my father bought me medicine in the rain. Father took warm boiled water in one hand and medicine in the other, and said softly, "Come, take medicine." Looking at dad who hasn't changed clothes, tears can't help but flow out, and my heart is very warm.

I still remember when I was in kindergarten, one day I quarreled with my children because of a trivial matter ... I went home and told my mother about my grievances, but my mother gently touched my head and said softly, "I want you to remember that in kindergarten, my older brother and sister are my younger brothers and sisters." You have to love your classmates as much as your mother loves you, okay? " After listening to my mother's words, I nodded hard.

I like listening to my mother tell me stories, holding my cheeks in my hands and listening quietly. Mom loves to talk about spring: green grass, fragrant flowers, fine spring rain ...; Mom loves to talk about summer: green rivers, dense trees sprouting, fireflies flying around ... Mom loves to talk about autumn: golden rice, red apples and sweet persimmons. My mother likes to talk about winter: lovely snowflakes, hibernating animals and the joy of making a snowman ... those wonderful colors make me friends with nature, and I am deeply in love with nature.

Everyone has a home, a small place, but it can accommodate all the joys and troubles in our hearts. Every time after school, as soon as I get downstairs, I call out "Dad" or "Mom". As long as I hear the answer from my father or mother, my heart will be warm, like a cheerful bird, flying home. ...

Warm composition 3

"Home" is a word that makes people feel so warm. Everyone wants to have the warmest home. Home is the starting point of our life and the center of our love.

"We all have a home, the name is China ..." This lyric is the most familiar to everyone, yes! We all live in this big family, although occasionally the cold wind will roar and freeze three feet, but the warmth of home will always melt all the unfortunate ice.

Home is warm, a person is trapped, and the whole family is concerned. On a dark stormy night, after the evening self-study, suddenly a flash of lightning broke through the night sky, and it rained harder and harder. In order not to worry my family, I didn't call my parents, turned off my cell phone and decided to go home alone. The school is about one kilometer away from my home, and the road is uneven. At this moment, I was anxious and scared. I said to myself: God bless, don't let my parents at home worry about me. But on my way home, my parents came to meet me. When my mother saw me, she ran over and held me in her arms. We didn't say a word, only heard the sound of rain hitting the leaves. Lightning flashed, and the shadows of trees generally covered everything on the earth. It's terrible. At this moment, I snuggled in my mother's arms, and I was deeply moved. I didn't feel a warm current slowly flowing out of my heart. This is the love my family gave me, which made me love my family more, listen to my parents more and study harder. ...

The Chinese nation is a warm family. If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it. On April 10, 2065438, an earthquake of magnitude 7. 1 occurred in Yushu, Qinghai, China. In just two minutes, the original bustling city instantly turned into ruins. The earthquake caused people there to be separated from their wives and children, and their families were in ruins. In the face of broken walls, the people of the whole country immediately took action when they saw this scene, my dear compatriots! Please don't cry, don't cry, because we are a family, we are all brothers and sisters, and the whole country is with you. After the disaster, people all over the country donated money and materials, and even kindergarten children saved their pocket money and sent it to the people in Sichuan disaster area. ...

My home has given me warmth, confidence and strength. A casual care will rekindle the flame of hope for a desperate heart, and a warm greeting will help disheartened people regain their confidence in life. My home is very warm. I wish everyone in the disaster area a happy and warm home.

Warm composition 4

Warmth is a feeling; Make you feel happy and warm. And the warmest place I can feel is my home. -Inscription If you want to talk about my home, I will make a long speech. Let me introduce my family members first! Mom, she plays an unusual role at home. She gets up early every morning and starts cooking. She is busy, but she works hard. Dad, a man who is sometimes funny and sometimes serious.

After coming back from work, watch TV and play ball with me. My father and I are together every day. I don't know why, my father and I always have endless words. Our family also has an indispensable "baby"-my younger brother, our naughty boy. Because of him, our family has a lot of laughter. Of course, my family can't live without me! I, a lovely little girl, am a good student deeply loved by teachers in my class. Once, I actually got 80 points in the exam. You know, I am one of the best students in my class. How can I explain this bolt from the blue? Looking at the fork on the test paper, my eyes filled with tears.

"Didi" falls in my palm. I didn't listen to a word the teacher said in class. Time passed by and I finally got to school. I packed my schoolbag and trudged along. Tears filled my eyes again, and the way home seemed farther than before. When I got home, my mother looked at my wet eyes and asked; "What's wrong, Xin Wei!" "I, I, I only got 80 points in the exam." I stammered, tears running down my eyes. My mother thought she would criticize me and touched my head and said, "It doesn't matter. Failure is the mother of success. Come on next time! " I smile through tears. The younger brother smiled and said, "Sister is crying! Sister cried! " I really think he's cute. I laughed too. At first, I was unhappy, and I was already crazy. Whenever I am criticized by the teacher, my parents encourage me not to be discouraged; Whenever I get full marks, my parents tell me not to be proud. ...

At home, I feel warm, and it is my parents who fill my little heart with warmth. Let me have the confidence to face every day!

Warm combination 5

I am a little yellow bird just born. During my full moon, humans gave me a huge full moon gift. They drove cars with axes and destroyed all our homes. Mom and dad had to take me surfing.

One day, I learned to fly, and my father found us a good place to settle down, a middle school.

We chose our home in a big tree. It seems that this is really a good place; Several families lived here before us. Mom and dad started to get busy when they chose the branch.

During the day, dad pecked branches and dirt and stuck them together with spit; Mother stood on the branch and kept flapping the sticky soil with her wings to fix them.

At night, my father looked at us and calculated from time to time that it would be completed in a few days. Mother held me tightly in her arms with her warm body and let me sleep peacefully.

When I wake up every morning, my parents have already started working; They never stop sleeping every night. Finally, mom collapsed. Dad's workload has not only doubled, but also he has to take care of my mother and me. I am tired from work, but now I am even more tired.

After a busy period of peace, the new home was finally built. I looked at my parents, then at my new home and asked inexplicably; "What's the use of building this home? You see, you are tired, you might as well not build it. " Mother touched my head and said; "Son, you are still young, you don't understand. You will naturally understand when you grow up. " Although my mother says I will know when I grow up, I am far from growing up!

One night, it suddenly rained heavily, and our family hid at home, so I fully understood the meaning of home. It turns out that home is used to shelter from the wind and rain.

I slept slowly, in this storm, in my warm home. I had a dream that night. I dreamed that human beings began to protect animals and care for nature. My friends and relatives came back and we sang and danced together. ...