1 grandma's old house carries a happy and warm childhood, and that warm memory that belongs to me often comes to my mind.
Long memory lines connect the fragments of the old house, and they are all so profound. When you close your eyes, they will emerge one by one and float into the world of memory.
The roof of the old house is covered with green tiles that can be lifted. Everything has been eroded by time, and it has been baptized by time, with traces.
I don't know how many years the small bamboo chair in the old house has served here: its surface has been slippery and shiny, some bamboo pieces have fallen off, and it creaks like sitting in a cradle: the creaking sounds are so simple and kind. It was this rocking chair and this sound that shook my childhood dream.
The wall in the old house belongs to me; There are my childish and lovely graffiti with crayons, and the growth line of my height carved by my grandmother. There are many colorful graffiti patterns on that wall: centipedes with long feet, rabbits with short tails, hens with chickens, dogs with bones in their mouths ... as if lying on the wall and drawing seriously when I was a child. How lovely and naive.
There is a bunch of red flowers in front of the old house. I always like to pick a bunch of ripe red flowers in the morning and afternoon, and then gently suck the sweet roots. When I was a child, it was a delicious food. As soon as I put it in my mouth, it rippled around on the tip of my tongue, and my brow gently raised: Now, in the city, I will eat some, but it is not as good as the old house.
Oh! The old house is warm when I think of you.
Warm topic composition 2 "Caring and being cared for are people's basic needs. We need to be cared for by others. When a person is in infancy, or when disease and aging are coming, this demand is particularly urgent and universal. We accept care and live in an atmosphere of care and creation. Without this concern, we can't live and become a complete person. At every stage of life, we need to be cared for, understood, accepted and recognized by others.
Similarly, we need to care about others. However, not everyone has learned how to care about others. Some people sincerely care about knowledge, great cause, material world, animals and plants, but lack sympathy for their peers. There are also some people who are poor in spirit, indifferent to anyone and anything, and have no concern and belief in aimless life. Others form a distorted concept of "caring" and do things that hurt others in the name of caring. Such people are also dangerous.
At present, people's demand for care is profound and urgent. In the hospital, patients don't feel concerned; In social welfare institutions, customers will not feel concerned; In nursing homes, the elderly do not feel concerned; At school, boys and girls don't feel worried. People are eager for more care and call for a new interpersonal relationship full of care. "
"Students need to understand that a successful life has various forms of expression, and some successes will be more respected and pursued than others. ..... send a message to students: school education is not a ladder to the upper class, but a road to wisdom. Success cannot be measured by money and power. Success means building a loving relationship, growing one's talents, enjoying one's career, and keeping meaningful contact with other life and the earth.
Therefore, we should care about others, care about society, make society warm, and make everyone feel warm.
Are you a person who loves life? If you are a person who loves life, there will be unforgettable and warm things in your life! I have one.
Do your parents love you? I think everyone will say that my parents love me very much! I am no exception.
I remember once, my family went to grandpa's house for the New Year. That year, I was about five and a half years old After lunch, I called my cousin to take me to the rockery in front of the house. After talking to my mother, my cousin took me out to play. I jumped three feet for joy!
After entering the rockery, we played hide-and-seek games. I'll find it first. My cousin is hiding. About 6 minutes passed, and I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find my cousin. Suddenly, I found her hiding place. Maybe I was a little too excited. I flew happily, too fast, too fast, and didn't notice a sharp stone under my feet.
Ouch! With a cry, I fell down and fell heavily, and a big hole suddenly appeared on my leg and foot. I was too scared to breathe, and suddenly I felt as if the air had solidified. In a flash, my white trousers were covered with a mass of bright red blood. Cousin quickly called her mother. When my mother saw me, she immediately picked me up and asked my father to take me to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor came, called my mother aside and whispered a few words. Although it was quiet, I still heard a few words: Need stitches! Suddenly, my heart hurts like a needle. When the nurse came to me, my mother had hugged me with her incomparable warm hand and kept comforting me, saying, my child, it doesn't hurt. It hurts when I have a mother! At this moment, there is a warm current in my heart, how warm it is! There is warmth everywhere in the world, and warmth is the most beautiful emotion in the world. Let's be warm-hearted people!
Warm topic composition 4 In this vast world, love is everywhere. There are thousands of ways to express love, such as family, friends and teachers' love for students. These are unrequited love, which will make people feel warm psychologically.
It was a rainy evening, and the bean-sized raindrops were beating on the window. My mother couldn't pick me up because she was ill, so I had to ask Teacher Zhang to lend me an umbrella. Our teacher Zhang is a man who keeps his promise. Since he promised, he will certainly do it. After learning the news, the teacher didn't tell me immediately, but waited until the bell rang. Teacher Zhang dragged me to borrow an umbrella from the doorman. After coming down the stairs, I stopped at the entrance of the stairs. The teacher looked thoughtfully outside and turned to me and said, You wait here, and I'll borrow an umbrella. After that, the teacher rushed into the heavy rain without looking back and ran at a brisk pace to borrow an umbrella from the doorman. After a while, Teacher Zhang and I came back. The teacher looks a little depressed. His hair was wet with rain, and there were traces of rain on his clothes. The teacher scratched his head and said to me in a slightly sorry tone: the doorman didn't. I'll lend it to you. When the teacher was about to rush into the rain again, I immediately told the teacher that my friends who came home with me would lend it to me, and then turned around and left.
Although it's raining outside and it's a little cold, teacher Zhang's every move makes my heart warm at the moment.
I stared at the figure in the kitchen and the clothes drying behind the balcony. What warmth is there in my heart? In a blink of an eye, I am 16 years old, but the days with my mother seem to be only a few days. My mother only cares about me silently. I never cared about her, never. ...
Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in the cold winter. It was very cold that winter, just like the ancient poem "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths." Of course, there is only a piece of white snow in the street. The night before that winter, my mother and I went to my grandfather's house, which is more than 300 meters away from my home. I missed grandpa very much as soon as he came back from my aunt's house. Mom has no choice but to stay with me. There was thick snow on the road that night, and my mother and I walked slowly. When I was near my grandfather's house, it was snowing heavily. "Leaf, you finally came back. I miss you so much. " I'm a little shaky, talking to my grandfather. And the mother on the side put on her outermost down jacket for me. Now think about it, isn't mom cold? No, actually, she is the coldest.
The next day, the snow was more than 9 cm high. I opened the door and looked out of the window. It's really my own white world! Nothing pollutes it except white. I said to my mother with great joy, "We can go home." Say goodbye to my grandfather.
"With such thick snow, I'd better wait and go back." Grandpa smiled and said to my mother and me.
"No, if you don't go back, there will be more snow." Mom is very humorous.
"Yes, I want to go back, Grandpa." Me. As soon as my voice dropped, my mother picked me up and walked slowly. My mother walked so slowly, slower than a snail, and kept shaking from time to time, which made me jumpy and complained in my heart. The cold wind is still blowing and the footprints are sinking step by step. ...
What is warmth? Warmth is love.
Warm Topic Composition 6 Warm is not strange to us, but how many people are satisfied? How many people can understand what warmth is, and some people still regard it as nagging.
Warmth is always around us, but we can't feel it. I used to understand the word "warmth" unilaterally. I always thought that only parents' love was warm. The concern of others, as long as material help is warmth. Actually, I was wrong. Spiritual help is very warm.
I had to have my eyes removed because of the sty. When I was lying on the operating table, I knew what true love was and what warmth was. I remembered the teacher's concern and asked me who would accompany me for the operation. When I replied, "It's just a minor operation, I'll go by myself." The teacher said, "Be careful anyway. After all, it is the eye. " After that, he casually gave me his mobile phone number and said, "If the hospital needs anything, you can call me." Remembering the teacher's concern for me, I said to myself: Don't be afraid that this is just a minor operation, and it will be over soon. Besides, many people are concerned about me. Although my brother is very busy, he also takes me to the hospital.
When I want to go home after the operation, I hope someone can take me home. But no, I feel lonely. I hope more people can understand that warmth is not only material, but also spiritual.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. When I was growing up, my teacher was unforgettable for my kindness. Every time I think of it, there will always be a warm current flowing through my heart and reaching my whole body.
I am plain, short and have no outstanding talent. I have always played the role of "ugly duckling" in school life. It was not until I met you that I realized the colorful campus life and felt the warmth of life. I transferred to your class in March of that year. In physical education class, I was left out by my classmates and became a lonely bystander. It is you who put a delicate and warm palm on my shoulder to accompany me to have a long talk about the past, the future and you and me. This is the first time in my life that I have been in such close contact with teachers that my cold heart has become warm.
You teach math, and I just specialize in math. How many times have you guided me seriously and how many times have I asked you childish questions? You have explained them carefully and amicably. Even if I bothered you to ask questions at night, you never said no. You took good care of my fragile heart. You warmed the students with everything, and my heart was warmed by you.
Teacher, do you still remember that stormy night, when everyone was afraid to go back to the dormitory, you explored the road with one foot deep and one foot shallow until your pants were soaked. At that time, we were only seven years old. You carried us back to the dormitory one by one, and I cried on my stomach. I still remember you saying, "Don't be afraid, there are teachers." I really want to call you "mom". It is you who have warmed my heart.
In a blink of an eye, it has been more than four years since I left my hometown. I don't know how long it will be before I see you again, and I don't know if you still teach in that school. I only know that you wiped my tears with your heart and you warmed my heart!
Have a good full moon next year and hope to see you again! Call you "warm-hearted" teacher.
Sunshine warms the earth, giving time and everything the most unique warmth. Spring has come, and the grass in Kobanawa enjoys warmth and grows happily. Even small animals are happy to have it. What about me? Who gave me warmth?
I have always kept a little secret in my heart, that is, I have never felt the warmth from anyone. There is no word warmth in my world. Some people say: in fact, warmth is around you, but you don't feel it. Is it? I started looking everywhere, but it seemed to be avoiding me, and I couldn't find it. I'm sad. I'm desperate. Inadvertently, I feel as if it is right beside me! That time, I finally found it, but it also left me an unforgettable thing.
"I'm back, mom, is the meal ready? I'm starving! " As soon as I got home, I shouted for something to eat. I called several times, but there was no response. I'm a little angry. I think my mother didn't cook today and I don't know what to do! I have no choice but to do it myself. After a while, my mother came back, obviously uncomfortable, but I couldn't hold back the fire in my heart and shouted at my mother, "Mom, you only know how to play and don't cook for me." You really go too far and only care about yourself. " Before I finished, my mother immediately ran to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles. She didn't see the needle in her hand until she brought me noodles. "Hungry? Eat quickly, there are classes in the afternoon! " Listening to her trembling voice, my heart is like breaking a five-flavor bottle, which is really uncomfortable. Looking at that bowl of hot noodles, my tears flowed freely. Only then did I really realize the warmth my mother gave me. Although I have already eaten, I finally finished the bowl of warm noodles. Mom also opened a smile.
At night, sitting by the bed, looking at the rolled curtains, the moonlight shines on my face, so cold! It was so cold that I tried to remember my mother's expression and words. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. But what did I give my mother? At that time, all my mother's care welled up in my heart and lingered. I think I'm destined to sleep tonight. Lying in bed, warm tears flow in the warm bed.
People may always need some calories. Embracing the sun may be too far away; Holding a fire may be too hot; But embracing warmth can warm your heart.
I still remember that I just came here and I never left my mother. Inevitably, I feel uncomfortable in this brand-new environment, and all the strangeness makes me feel a little scared and uneasy. You became my mentor and teacher. You are not tall, black curls, and there are some silver threads in the middle. There are charitable eyes in the bright eyes, and the sparse wrinkles around seem to record your half-century years. At school, you are like my mother, who took me through eight seasons.
One autumn noon (I just checked in), when I was young, I accidentally broke the corner of my eye in the dormitory, and blood ran down my eyes and slowly slid down my cheeks. There are no parents around at this time, and I am not at home. I seem to be swallowed up by fear, sitting on the bed crying helplessly. You heard the sound and rushed into our dormitory with a whoosh. The happy smile of the past disappeared, replaced by a face of anxiety and worry. You picked me up immediately and went straight to the school doctor's office. At this time, a warm current gushed from my heart, surrounded me instantly, melted the fear in my brain a little, smoothed my pounding heart, and warmed my body slightly chilled by fear. Around this warmth, I slowly fell into darkness. ......
When I woke up again, I was already on the bus to the hospital. When I opened my eyes, I saw your worried eyes. When I saw that I was awake, I smiled at the corners of my mouth and said gently, "Don't be afraid, just go to the hospital at once." Even for a moment. Go to the hospital? Knowing that this is a scam, a faint warm flood mixed with some water drops uses my eyes ... how can I feel so familiar and warm in this place far away from my parents? I don't understand and I don't want to think about it. At that time, I only knew that I would never be lonely or afraid at school. Because of you, your warmth haunts me.
It's been a long time, but I still remember the warmth you brought me. Until now, whenever I think of it, that torrent will still come to my mind.
My home is a warm, peaceful and loving home.
I have a happy pink face. And cherry mouth. A lively and cheerful little girl. I like playing badminton, kicking shuttlecock and speaking English. I often wear a ponytail and my eyes are like sapphires.
My mother is hardworking, kind and amiable. A thick black hair, like a black waterfall, slopes down from the top of the head. Mom's eyes are big and full of energy, and her pink face is really like a budding mountain flower.
Dad is tall, handsome, loving and funny. A few white hairs can be seen in the shiny black hair. Dad also likes to play badminton with me.
Once, I jokingly asked my mother, "What is 100 plus 150?" Mom replied, "250." I said one after another, "360." Dad spoke and said, "470". I don't know how long this sentence has been said. Another time, my mother read a joke and said to my father, "You are a pig". Dad said, "I am a pig." Mom said, "Strange, you are a pig." Dad said, "I'm not a pig." My mother and I both laughed and said in unison, "So you are a pig!" " The family is beaming.
What a happy home! Because it is full of endless love. Laughter and laughter have become the main theme of our "love songs", making the family atmosphere so harmonious, warm and pleasant.