Warm moment composition 1 When I was very young, my mother took my hand and taught me to walk. From then on, my mother often took my hand and walked through failure, fragility and vicissitudes.
When I was 7 years old, my mother took my hand and walked into the temple of knowledge. I vaguely remember that my mother's hands were so white and soft. When her warm big hand held my little hand, the feeling of happiness completely overwhelmed me. It was in this hand that my mother injected selfless love into my life. Therefore, I always find various reasons for my mother to hold my hand. Enjoy the warm moment.
The wheels of the years flew away, and unconsciously, I grew up and really never walked hand in hand with my mother again. A person walking in the street often thinks of his mother and childhood, but rarely thinks of the years spent holding hands with his mother. Until one day, when I saw a young mother holding the hand of a toddler girl, my heart suddenly trembled and I couldn't help crying. Tears streaming down my face, I suddenly had an impulse to go home and let my mother hold hands again.
When I got home, my mother was doing housework. I sat on the sofa with my cheeks propped up, feeling that my busy mother was much older than before. I went over, took my mother's hand and whispered, "Mom, let's go out for a walk." Mother looked a little surprised, but she agreed happily.
Still the mother and daughter, still the path, my mother's hands are as warm as before, but I don't feel a little white. Years of tempering have made my mother's hands dark and rough, and thick cocoons are knotted inside. Holding my mother's hand, I touched her life vicissitudes.
In the sunset, a mother and daughter drifted away. She held her hand and said nothing to each other. She just smiles with her, sometimes lowers her head, and goes straight on like this. ...
When I was three years old, my mother sent me to my menstrual home, where I met an old man who fed yellow birds and spent an unforgettable childhood with him.
The old man in my memory is over 60 years old, with a kind face and medium build. He took me all day, appearing beside the willow embankment bathed in the morning glow and disappearing into the afterglow field. As long as his family improves his life, he will definitely call me. There were only a few pears on a small pear tree in his yard, and he picked them for me without hesitation. It was really sweet then! In those uncertain years, the old man's love for me is really rare now.
Old people are good at catching birds, raising birds and weaving birdcages. He broke branches from the river to weave a birdcage with one room and one living room, locked yellow birds in the living room, put the prepared bird food in the living room, opened the door of the living room, tied it with a string, and finally hung the birdcage on a big locust tree with a pole. In the living room, the yellow birds sang softly, which soon attracted many birds looking for food. The old man knows the habits of yellow birds very well. He knows when to come and when to go, but he never kills birds or catches too many birds. I also learned a lot about protecting and raising birds. The singing of the yellow bird makes us "forget our friends" and adds a lot of fun to our lives.
Warm Moment Composition 3 "Warm" can make people have a soothing, vigorous and unparalleled beauty in their hearts! Just like around us, we will always see people or things that warm our hearts. And I, the warmest moment is in March.
The sky in March is boundless, and the blue sky sets off the pure white of the clouds, which is happiness. I greedily enjoy the sunshine given to me by nature, which shines on my cheeks and warms my heart. Makes me feel very affectionate.
You went home. Come and see the new clothes grandpa bought for you. Come and have a taste. "I opened the door and was asked by my grandfather. Grandpa pulled him into the room before I could answer. Wearing his favorite "little clothes", I will always be a little grandson in grandpa's eyes. His love for me has never diminished, but I always happily accept all his love for me. However, grandpa always protects me and cherishes me without reservation. Am I lucky to be a little grandson when I am poor? Am I unhappy? If you want an accurate answer. I won't hesitate to tell you that I am extremely happy. However, I spent every day in grandpa's infancy until that mysterious month, but in late September, grandpa's body had a big problem, and my heart cooled more than half. In every night sky, I always pray to the moon, grandpa? Be sure to spend it safely.
One morning in mid-October. The telephone at home suddenly rang. Father received it. And now I am a little far away from my father, but I can still hear the faint voice on the phone. My uncle dragged his heavy footsteps and said grandpa's departure ... my father was surprised in front of me. My body is shaking, my hands are shaking all the time, and I want to know what I just heard is an illusion. However, before I could say anything, my father's tears began to flow down my cheeks. My heart has already become a fragment. When I was sobbing, my father, whose eyes were as red as rabbits, said, "Your grandfather left you a message when he died, that is, he put a gift in the cupboard in your room." I can't help being surprised. Why is this? I rushed into the room and opened my locker. I stood still and a "family portrait" appeared in front of me. I am sad and happy, like knocking over a tasteless bottle, but at this moment, I am the warmest.
Warm Moment Composition 4 In my heart, my most grateful teacher is Teacher Mao. Teacher Mao has a pair of big eyes, long hair tied behind his head, tall, with a pair of white glasses on his eyes and a simple smile on his face.
I remember once, the whole class ran around the playground together, and I had to fall behind because I couldn't run. I was thinking: I should have stopped eating so many snacks yesterday that I couldn't run. At this moment, Mr. Mao ran over and said with a smile, "Zou Lou, hurry up, or you will fall behind." Look, you've been eating like a fat man these days! "I" hee hee "smiled twice and said," go! Speed up! Fight for the revolutionary cause! " As soon as I said this, all the students around me laughed, even Teacher Mao laughed. We ended our running training with laughter.
Another time, when I was in an activity class, I said a word loudly. Teacher Mao asked me to go to the podium to see the discipline. She said, "If you see someone talking, you can ask him to come up or you can go down. But if no one talks, you will perform a program after ringing the bell! " Say that finish, the teacher secretly smiled. It's over, which makes me very helpless, thinking: if I had known this, why should I have? Well, I can only lift the spirit of one hundred thousand points, and catch one quickly, so that I can get rid of it. Through this incident, I found that teachers are not always serious, and occasionally they are as naughty as children.
This is the amiable and humorous teacher Mao in our class.
Warm Moment Composition 5 "There is a cool person in my family who is invulnerable ..." Listening to the familiar songs, I can't help humming. Looking at the rain outside the window, I remembered a scene the other day. ...
"I'll announce the rules of the game first: the top ten have the right to grab the answer, and those who answer correctly add ten points. The second stage is compulsory, with five questions for each person, 20 points for correct answer and 10 for wrong answer. Ok, the game begins. "
"Ahem ..." I coughed twice, which was decent. "Please listen to the question: which is the longest, the water snake, the python or the cobra?" I only heard my mother say confidently, "There is no doubt that it must be a python!" " "No." I'm calm on the surface, but I'm already very happy inside, haha, I've been recruited! Dad seemed to remember something and muttered, "Yes, it must be …" The more experienced dad looked like a winner, "Cobra!" "Yes! Congratulations, dad, yes! " I was very excited and expressed my admiration to my father.
Soon, I took ten questions, and my parents got 50 points each, which tied. In the second stage, I looked at my parents and asked my father, "Excuse me, this player, IX, represents the Roman numeral of 9, how to add a sum to make it an even number?" Dad scratched his head anxiously and didn't know what to do. "Come on, there are ten seconds. 10、9…… 1。 Time is up! " Dad had to give up. "IX plus S becomes 6. It means 6 in English. Isn't 6 an even number? " Dad frowned and sighed helplessly. ...
Happy laughter lingers in my ears, warm feelings surround me, and my mouth can't help but tilt up.
Warm Moment Composition 6 My thoughts are lingering, and I suddenly think of my father's figure-the warm moment full of father's love.
When I first arrived in middle school, my parents' concern and worry followed, and I had to take time to run around for me. The school is far from home, so it is difficult to get along. My father was busy at work, but worried about my mother's health, so he chose the weekend to see me.
It's the holiday day again, and the students are talking and laughing, very excited. Somehow, I'm not happy-I went to school, but my parents were exhausted. Took the school card and came to the dormitory with the noisy crowd. I didn't see him. I sat on the bed and felt a sense of loss. When I was a child, I was attached to my mother, probably because of her gentle words and kind face. And my simple father, indifferent appearance, taciturn and expressionless affection always keep me at a respectful distance from others. ...
When I turned the handle, the door opened and my father's anxious face calmed down after seeing me. "I take the washed clothes to dehydrate. What other clothes need washing? I'll wash it for you. " I paused, then looked around inexplicably and stuffed him with a pot of clothes. My father turned and left. The moment he passed me, I saw: he smiled, his eyes were gentle, his broad shoulders trembled slightly, and sweat was oozing from his forehead. ...
At that moment, I clearly saw that his eyes were full of love!
I approached him quietly.
He rubbed carefully, as if to wash away the distance between my father and me. The sun shines quietly into the window, and the glorious image of my father is deeply imprinted in my heart. From beginning to end, his short sentence replaced the position of a mountain word for word. My father's sweat dripped on my heart, causing ripples in my heart. I clearly know that I am a child surrounded by a strong father's love. Perhaps compared with the maternal love praised by thousands of people, the expression of fatherly love seems so simple, but it is enough to make people intoxicated forever.
At that warm moment, I tasted my father's sincere love, perhaps as people say-under his cold appearance, my father is a passionate heart for his children!
Warm Moment Composition 7 When I was very young, my mother took my hand and taught me to walk. From then on, my mother took my hand and walked through fragility, failure and vicissitudes.
When I was 7 years old, my mother took my hand and accompanied me into the hall of knowledge. Somehow, I remember my mother's hands were so white and soft. When her warm big hand held my little hand, the feeling of happiness completely drowned me. It is in this hand-holding that my mother has injected selfless love into my life. Therefore, I will find various reasons for my mother to lead me and enjoy this warm moment.
The rings of the years fly by. Unconsciously, I grew up and I really never walked hand in hand with my mother again. A person walking in the street will occasionally think of his mother and childhood, but rarely think of the years spent holding hands with his mother. Until one day, I saw a young mother holding a toddler girl, and my heart suddenly trembled and I couldn't help crying. I have an impulse to go home and let my mother hold hands again.
When I got home, my mother was doing housework. I sat on the sofa and looked at her with my cheeks propped up. Busy mother is much older than before. I went over, took my mother's hand and whispered, "Mom, let's go out for a walk." Mom looked a little surprised, but she walked out of the house with me happily.
Still the familiar path, or the mother and daughter, my mother's hands are still as warm as before, but I don't feel white? Soft, her hands became black and rough. There are thick cocoons on your hands. Holding my mother's hand, I touched her life vicissitudes.
In the sunset, a mother and daughter drifted away. She held her hand and said nothing to each other. She just smiles with her, sometimes lowers her head, and goes straight on like this. ...
I don't know how you understand the word "warmth", but my understanding is to warm people's hearts.
I don't know if you have seen warm deeds, but I have seen many.
I don't know what you think of parents' love for their children. In my eyes, it is a kind of filial piety. Love for the elderly is filial piety, and it is the heartfelt love of children. This is so sweet.
I don't know whether you put the most ordinary family together to watch TV or go out to play. I don't know what you think of them, but in my eyes, it's not just warmth, it's happiness, it's happiness.
The warmth is around me.
Two 60-year-old men, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, helped each other, strolled along the park path. They have gone through many vicissitudes, and they have gone through many unforgettable days together. Now, they are old. But their hearts are not old. They review the past together, enjoy their old age, spend it from good memories, and spend it from their past and reality.
Look! How warm the two old people are. They always think of each other. This is a warm move that ordinary people can't do.
Warm deeds are all around us, as long as you observe them with your heart.
Warm is love, warm is love.
Warm moment, warm moment.
On the eve of Women's Day on September 38, the teacher assigned us a mysterious task.
When I got home, I finished my homework quickly, leaving only the mysterious task. I always feel a little embarrassed walking around the room alone. But then I thought: This homework must be finished.
I took out the draft paper, wrote what I wanted to say to my mother on it and revised it several times. Then, I began to practice in front of the mirror. After several times, I walked out of the room with confidence, ready to complete this mysterious task.
Mother is cooking dinner in the kitchen. She told me that dinner was ready. I was about to speak, but I swallowed back. At this time, my father seemed to read my mind. He patted me on the shoulder as if to cheer me up.
My mother came out of the kitchen with food. I rushed forward to hug my mother and said shyly, I love you, mom. I feel very warm when I hold my mother. I have a lot to say to my mother, but when I get excited, I forget everything I prepared in advance. I looked at my mother, my eyes moist, and she hugged me tightly and said I love you, too, son.
Dad clapped his hands and said, we are a family that loves each other! I finally succeeded in completing this mysterious task.
I am very happy, because this task has taught me to express my love to my parents in time. This warm moment is deeply imprinted in our family's mind.
Warm instant composition 10 The boy took a step. There is no other person who is more obsessed with running in this street that smells like oil smoke. He crossed a ditch and landed gently on the sidewalk on the other side. A force rushed up from his feet and spread all over his body, making him feel satisfied. He even tried to take a bigger step, so that his body would become like an inflated balloon.
On both sides of Erjing Road are some jagged old houses, and the walls of the shuttle bus are inclined to the center of the street, and the years are locked inside. In addition, there are some buttonwood trees that are older than houses. The trunk of this tree is bare, and trumpet-shaped white flowers will grow in spring, with attractive fragrance, including caterpillars, longicorn and other small things. However, before long, all the flowers withered and fell to the ground, crushed or torn, and turned into a pile of mud. Now there is a group of people standing under a buttonwood tree talking about what happened this morning. When the boy came to them, he slowed down. He felt his brain swell up, as if in water. He walked past them carefully, perhaps holding his breath on purpose or not wanting others to find him. Even so, a middle-aged man gave him a look. He lowered his head and raised his face to smell the phoenix flower.
The afternoon sun shone through the leaves, so the road was a little unreal. When the boy took the second step and ran, he felt not strength and texture, but lightness and comfort like walking on clouds. The people on the second route dispersed in twos and threes, and the crowd opened in front of the boy. He heard someone calling him behind his back, and his voice disappeared almost immediately. He turned his head, only to see the street shoot like an arrow to the end and finally meet at a point in the old department store.
Warm moment composition 1 1 I walked aimlessly in the street, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the roadside.
The streets are full of traffic, still bustling, and there is nothing to attract attention. Suddenly, a mother and son came into my eyes. The mother wears simple clothes, while her son wears famous brands. The cordial communication between mother and son filled them with a happy and harmonious atmosphere.
I couldn't restrain my curiosity, so I followed them. The son said, "I learned a lot from this study." I must break into the top ten this time! " Mom smiled and said, "Then I will cheer for you." Mother and son had a cordial and simple conversation. Although there are not many words, every word is full of affection, the son's love for his mother and the mother's love for his son. There is no warmth in my heart.
I turned my head and saw a beggar begging there. People hurried by without looking up. I shook my head. Just about to leave, a lovely little girl came over. When she saw it, she turned to her mother and said, "Mom, do you have any change?" Mother wondered, "Yes, what's the matter?" The little girl said, "Please give me a dollar." So her mother gave her a dollar, only to see the little girl bend down gently and put a dollar into the beggar's bowl with a smile. Mother said happily, "Son, you have grown up." The mother and daughter left happily, and I felt a little warm in my heart.
Warmth is a cloud on the horizon. You just want to catch it, but you don't know that it has quietly followed you. Warmth is air, you always want to touch it, but you don't know that it has been lingering behind you.
Warm moment composition 12 This autumn, the weather was very dry, and some red spots appeared on my calves, which was very uncomfortable. It's very late to go home after learning Olympic Mathematics today. I fell on the sofa, and my mother came over and lifted my trouser legs and carefully examined the red spots on my calves. The loving eyes made me feel less tired at once.
Mother quietly brought a basin of foot washing water from the bathroom and poured a few moisturizing bath salts into the water, and the water immediately turned green. Looking at the steaming water, I suddenly felt so happy. My mother took off my socks, put my feet in the footbath, rubbed them with her soft hands, scooped up water to drench my calves, and patted them gently with her hands, as if to let water penetrate into my skin. I feel so comfortable that time seems to have stopped at this moment.
The water was a little cold, so my mother quickly poured some hot water. Looking at my mother's busy appearance, I feel sour and astringent. I ran my hand through my mother's rough hair. My mother didn't say anything, just smiled at me and didn't say much. This smile warms my heart.
After washing my feet, my mother took my feet out of the footbath, gently dried them, found a bottle of ointment in the medicine cabinet, rubbed a little on my calf with her fingers, and gently rubbed it evenly, just like this again and again, blowing a breath from time to time, which seemed to be more effective. Pulling down my trouser legs, my mother twisted my feet on airs: "Go, study!" " "
Looking at my mother's back, my eyes are moist. Mom, your love for me is incalculable. I will use my "inch of grass" to repay your "three spring scenery"!
Warm moment composition 13 At that moment, my heart was warm! At that moment, it was deeply branded into my heart! At that moment, it was deeply engraved in my mind! At that moment, I was deeply moved At that moment, my eyes were involuntarily moist! At that moment, I was the happiest! At that time ... I remember that winter, there was heavy snow outside, like goose feathers and naughty elves, and they all fell to this earth in a hurry! I, on the other hand, don't have the elegance to enjoy such a beautiful snow scene, because one night I had a fever!
That night, I had a fever. My mother took my temperature and almost exclaimed, "39.5!" " "Dad also rushed over and said," 39.5? " Mother nodded with tears. Dad quickly said, "This is no good, hurry to the hospital!" " "Mom also suddenly enlighted, hurriedly nodded his head. That night, the heavy snow seemed to be bad for us, and it snowed even harder as soon as we went out. My father hugged me and hurried to the hospital, and my mother followed us closely. That night, it was a short journey, but it seemed so long. My mother fell down because of the heavy snow and slippery road along the way. Finally, when I got to the hospital, my father hung up the phone in a hurry. After hanging up the phone, he quickly hugged me and ran upstairs. My mother fell down because there was snow water on the stairs, which was particularly slippery, but he stood up at once. When I put on the infusion bag or bottle, my mother sat next to me and carefully lifted her trouser legs. Perhaps because of the pain, her mouth hissed. I saw my mother's leg bleeding, and the blood soaked my pants. I asked my mother in tears, "Mom, does it hurt?" Mom looked up and smiled and said, "Silly child, it doesn't hurt."
There was something in my heart that I couldn't say. But it is also extremely warm. At that moment, my heart was full of warmth. I have a father who loves me and a mother who loves me very much. I think I am the happiest person in the world. "Thank you, Mom and Dad!" During my days in hospital, my parents stayed with me every day and took good care of me. "A few days later, I got well, but my mother was ill. At that moment, I saw a trace of white hair on my mother's head. I said to my mother, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "In my mother's different smiling eyes, I feel extremely happy and warm!
On Sunday, I got up earlier than my parents. I think it's too hard for my mother to get up early every day to prepare breakfast for us. I think: I can cook, too. Let me make breakfast today. So I first recalled the steps my mother taught me before.
I began to wash rice and cook porridge. I filled half a cup of rice in a plastic cup, put it in a rice cooker and washed it with water. Wash it for three times and the rice will be clean. I put water according to the scale line on the rice cooker, then put a dozen red dates, plugged in the power supply and started cooking porridge. It will take 45 minutes.
Next, I started cooking steamed eggs. I took three eggs, broke them and put them in a bowl. I kept stirring with chopsticks, adding some water, then adding salt and monosodium glutamate, remembering that my mother should put some shrimp skin when steaming eggs. So, I quickly found the shrimp skin from the refrigerator, grabbed a handful and put it on the egg. Put water in the pot, put the prepared eggs on the steaming rack, turn on the gas and start steaming the eggs.
After 25 minutes, the eggs are steamed and the porridge is cooked, giving off the fragrance of red dates. I took out a small bowl and filled it with porridge. I was about to wake up my parents for dinner, but I found my mother standing behind me and smiling. She touched my head and said, "Son, you are really old enough to work for your mother."
After breakfast, I was so happy to watch my parents eat with relish.
Warm Moment Composition 15 In my life journey, I have experienced many "moments", happy moments, wonderful moments and exciting moments. And that warm moment I will never forget, it is like a cup of mellow wine, treasured in my heart.
It was a class. The teacher asked many questions and wanted the students to raise their hands to answer them. The students scrambled to raise their hands, rows of small hands like rows of dense groves. I also wanted to raise my hand to answer, but I never raised my hand because I was timid. The teacher looked at me through rows of small forests. I found the teacher's eyes and felt nervous, like there were fifteen buckets, so anxious. I thought to myself: should I raise my hand? If I answer wrong, will my classmates laugh at me? Staring at the floor, I can't wait to find a hole to get in. Although the weather is very cold at this time, my palms are sweating. I crumpled the corners of my clothes with my hands, and the sweat kept flowing downwards.
At this time, the teacher seemed to understand my concern. Her gentle eyes seemed to say to me: Don't be afraid, no one will laugh at you, and defeating yourself is the greatest victory. My heart seems to be full of courage, and I raise my heavy hand. The teacher called my name at once and let me answer. I spoke the answer confidently. My classmates gave me warm applause. The teacher's mouth seemed to be pulled by a thread, revealing an arc, and his eyes stared at me, as if to say, "You answered very well. Raise your hand and answer more, you will be better. " The students' warm applause gave me confidence, and the teacher's gentle eyes encouraged me. The applause of my classmates and the teacher's eyes brought me warmth and made me feel warm. This warm moment is hidden in my heart and can't be forgotten for a long time.
This is a warm moment, which I will never forget. In life, we should be a warm person, bring warm feelings to others and make the world warmer.