1. There are many warm moments in life that deserve our careful understanding. Among these moments, the most unforgettable is the warm moment, which reflects the warmth of the world. And tell us some truth in life so that they can never forget it.

On a Sunday, it rained all morning and finally cleared up in the afternoon. I put on my new clothes and went for a walk in the street. The road that has been in disrepair for a long time is full of potholes and accumulated a lot of water. I walked humming, and the small trees in the street were washed clean by the rain, which made people feel brand-new. The blue sky and fresh air after the rain make people feel happy.

The traffic on the road is still heavy, and a black motorcycle passes by me quickly. 1 of "wow", splashing sewage came at me mercilessly. In the face of this sudden "attack", before I could react, I found this little mud on my body, and my good mood was swept away. I can't help secretly complaining in my heart.

Just as I turned to go home, a car appeared in front of me again. I reacted immediately and quickly dodged to avoid my new clothes. At the moment I fled, the host seemed to see through my mind, slowed down and walked slowly by me. Through the window, I vaguely saw that the host seemed to show a gentle smile, considerate, sincere and caring. Looking at his smile, I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart. It seems that my worry is unnecessary.

There was no sewage splashing where the car passed, but the warm smile of the owner was deeply imprinted in my mind.

In the future, whenever I walk in the street, I will always think of him, because he made me realize what a warm moment is for the first time.

2. Find an essay with descriptive skills. The theme is warm moments and days. It is a warm wind that blows through the courtyard of memory and scatters the sleeping flowers. One day, those flowers will turn into spring mud, with countless touches and ying ying's warmth.

I just experienced a quarter of the third grade, tired and cold. Climb out of the warm bed early every day and drag your tired body back in the middle of the night; Frequent weekly exercise hit my broken heart. Mother sees it in her eyes and cherishes it in her heart.

Another homework night with a full load! After the evening self-study, I walked out of the classroom dejectedly, and the cold wind immediately got into my clothes, making my heart shrink.

Home, so warm, I got a moment's warmth, but as soon as I opened my schoolbag and turned out my exercise book, I felt chilly, like a sword, which cut my fragile nerves.

"Uh," this, this, this ... I am entangled in the topic under the attack of deep sleepiness. I just looked at the topic, dreaming in my head. ...

"Huh?" I was awakened by someone. It's my mother. She looked at me with loving eyes and touched my hand. "Oh, you are cold!" "My mother asked with concern and anxiety, and I nodded in surprise." I'll make you some milk tea. You can have a rest! "Then he turned and walked into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock on the table. It's already 12 pm. My mother is still awake. She has been with me until now ... thinking about it, a burst of warmth rippled from my heart like ripples, layer after layer, wave after wave, wrapped my cold heart and carefully cared for it.

I squinted and rested with my head propped up. Gradually, my nose has a mellow fragrance, rich and light, if any. My body will relax like this fragrance, feel extremely relaxed and comfortable, and all fatigue will gradually disappear.

My mother brought milk tea, steaming slightly. I hold it gently with both hands. The weather is so warm. Maternal temperature and perfect temperature spread in my body. Soon, I was warm all over.

I held the milk tea to my lips, breathing the fragrance of tea full of maternal love. As soon as I lifted my neck, milk tea suddenly entered my stomach. I trembled all over and immediately put all my troubles behind me. My mother knows everything I need.

Days are silent winds, quietly blowing into the sky of youth. The field of memory is full of barren weeds. After a lot, I have forgotten a lot, but I still remember those touching and warm moments.

Please provide a good composition entitled "Warm Moment". Warmth is the guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a balanced drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, and the snowflakes are flying in the animation day, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found several leaflets and other newspapers posted on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his 40 s and 50 s brushed the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tore it with his hand. Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully eliminated several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.

I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on here? Why didn't she clear it? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she could clean paper, but I didn't expect her to behave exactly like an old cleaner. She raised her right hand, froze in the air, shook her head slightly and turned away.

This time, I was more puzzled and decided to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.

What you see is a "looking for you". It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... doubts melted, and at this moment I understood everything. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer felt cold, but felt particularly warm.

It is very cold in winter. But some things can also make people feel warm. Just like those two cleaners, the deep warmth in this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this "sacred" fire that ignited the fragrance in my heart.

I feel warm enough to haunt me all my life.

4. Write a composition topic (warm time), warm time.

Quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth.

Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.

Simple happiness, full of warm time. -inscription

From the first semester of junior high school, the seating arrangement is like spider silk. The teacher's order brought two strangers together and started our hardcore career. We are always out of the crowd.

We don't know each other well. We sat together and said nothing. We are all slow-moving people, and we have all been hurt and betrayed by our friends. I can't stand any more harm. So everyone hides in his shell, afraid that the sun will burn our skin and the bumpy road will hurt us. For us, only ourselves are the safest.

But we are lucky, perhaps because we always avoid other people's concern, we will find that we are similar, we will be close to each other and attract each other. It seems that time is urging us to get closer every minute, but in this way, we become close. In the eyes of others, we are all indifferent. In fact, only we know that we are not indifferent. We know each other, depend on each other and need each other.

We often snuggle up to each other, chat, joke, say things we dare not say in front of everyone, and share secrets in each other's warm afternoon sunshine on the grass. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the wind wrapped in grass and lazy sunshine, I feel as serene as two serene old ladies sitting on the beach watching the clouds roll and relax, and the tides rise and fall.

Simple happiness, always like this afternoon, spend leisurely with the clouds, quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth. It seems that no matter what changes have taken place in the world, good memories will always be recorded in this spiritual garden. I will fly over your sky, and you will wait for me at the next stop. We * * * fished together to get the result we wanted, and along the track of missing, we extended to the end of reunion. Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.

As long as we are together, there is a happy figure every moment; Every minute is a warm time.

We have been apart for a long time. Last time we met, we met. I ordered my favorite dishes for dinner and bought my sister's clothes for shopping. When chatting, I found that during that warm time, our shells were melted by the warm sunshine, and at the same time, our cold hearts melted, and we all made many friends.

I think, when we are old and recall that warm time, there will be a warm current in our hearts. I will always remember you.

5. Write a model essay for the senior high school entrance examination entitled "Warm Moment". A beautiful butterfly girl broke a wing in the storm and couldn't fly. She fell from the sky like a fallen leaf and landed on a piece of wet soil.

She is sad, but she doesn't want to give in to fate. She also wants to fly among the flowers and walk in the sun. So she struggled tenaciously, making a final effort with only one wing left.

However, everything is in vain. Butterfly girl is completely desperate, no longer struggling, her mind is blank, quietly, quietly waiting to die.

I don't know how long it took, but Butterfly Girl was awakened by a strange sound. She vaguely heard a painful voice.

Looking in, she saw a little bee, a little bee with wings. Maybe the little bee sneaked out to play and was blown here by the strong wind.

The wind is blowing, and in this cold season, the little bee is shivering, and the chill keeps stabbing his heart from the tip of his wing, almost freezing. What is life like? For the little bees who have never tasted the fragrance of pollen and danced the eight-character dance, life may be this biting cold.

Butterfly girl sees all this in her eyes. She rubbed the bee with all her strength, gently broke her only beautiful wings, and then gently covered the bee ... In an instant, a stream of heat warmed the whole body of the bee. He opened his eyes and looked at this beautiful wing, as if she saw butterflies dancing among the flowers, as if she heard the beautiful songs of butterflies in the sun, and the little bee felt the warm call of life. ...

6. Ask for warmth An essay entitled "Warmth"

I often hope that time can stop, at some point. Because I think many moments are beautiful. After school, I sat in the back seat of Xiaojie's bike. Car after car passed by and looked at the smoky sky. I hope time can stay here. In the second Chinese class in the afternoon, the teacher turned to write chalk on the blackboard, saw many blackboard books and sat in the quiet classroom. I hope time stays here. At midnight, I sat on the bed, and the orange light of the floor lamp hit my novel book, hoping that time could stay here. So many bits and pieces of time, like the sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon, are warm, but fleeting and can't stay.

How many such moments will there be in a person's life? I hope every minute of the day is the warmth I want to keep! This kind of warmth, like grandma's milk tea, is long and fragrant, and has drifted between me and grandma for a lot of time. I still remember sitting on the small balcony with my grandmother, who made me chocolate milk tea. In the winter afternoon, the sunshine was mild and cold. Grandma moved two chairs and sat in the sunshine with me. It's a long time and the weather is warm. Grandma talked to me, and I completely forgot what she said, but I remember the taste of milk tea. I remember eating a Swiss strawberry roll and drinking a big mouthful of milk tea. Grandma told me to eat less. This is a perfect afternoon! In the beautiful winter, in the idle winter vacation, there is no strong sunshine, strawberry rolls, my favorite milk tea, the sound of someone patting the quilt outside, the thick Spring Festival celebration has not dispersed, and firecrackers occasionally talk dully. Grandma's eyes are full of smiles, looking at her granddaughter who rarely meets, and talking about household things that I have forgotten. I hope time can stay in that afternoon! Everything is so leisurely and the milk tea is so warm.

School started in a blink of an eye, and time moved the calendar for almost three months. Grandma brought me a box of milk tea, including chocolate milk tea, original milk tea and taro milk tea. I live a busy school life again. I take home a thick exercise book in the evening. I'm tired of writing. I made myself a cup of chocolate milk tea. Hot milk tea smells delicious. After a while, the milk tea will be hot. I took a sip, as if everything had gone back to that afternoon. I have the calm strength to deal with everything that makes me impetuous, as if my grandmother had never left me and I had never left my grandmother. It seems that I never left that afternoon, and I never left the warm sunshine. I think grandma must have washed her smile into my milk tea. Warm milk tea is in my hand.

7. Propositional composition has warm moments. In life, there are many moments worthy of our careful experience. Among these moments, the most unforgettable is the warm moment, which reflects the warmth of the world. And tell us some truth in life so that they can never forget it.

On a Sunday, it rained all morning and finally cleared up in the afternoon. I put on my new clothes and went for a walk in the street. The road that has been in disrepair for a long time is full of potholes and accumulated a lot of water. I walked humming, and the small trees in the street were washed clean by the rain, which made people feel brand-new. The blue sky and fresh air after the rain make people feel happy.

The traffic on the road is still heavy, and a black motorcycle passes by me quickly. 1 of "wow", splashing sewage came at me mercilessly. In the face of this sudden "attack", before I could react, I found this little mud on my body, and my good mood was swept away. I can't help secretly complaining in my heart. Just as I turned to go home, a car appeared in front of me again. I reacted immediately and quickly dodged to avoid my new clothes. At the moment I fled, the host seemed to see through my mind, slowed down and walked slowly by me. Through the window, I vaguely saw that the host seemed to show a gentle smile, considerate, sincere and caring. Looking at his smile, I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart. It seems that my worry is unnecessary.

There was no sewage splashing where the car passed, but the warm smile of the owner was deeply imprinted in my mind.

In the future, whenever I walk in the street, I will always think of him, because he made me realize what a warm moment is for the first time.

Quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth.

Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.

Simple happiness, full of warm time. -inscription

From the first semester of junior high school, the seating arrangement is like spider silk. The teacher's order brought two strangers together and started our hardcore career. We are always out of the crowd.

We don't know each other well. We sat together and said nothing. We are all slow-moving people, and we have all been hurt and betrayed by our friends. I can't stand any more harm. So everyone hides in his shell, afraid that the sun will burn our skin and the bumpy road will hurt us. For us, only ourselves are the safest.

But we are lucky, perhaps because we always avoid other people's concern, we will find that we are similar, we will be close to each other and attract each other. It seems that time is urging us to get closer every minute, but in this way, we become close. In the eyes of others, we are all indifferent. In fact, only we know that we are not indifferent. We know each other, depend on each other and need each other.

We often snuggle up to each other, chat, joke, say things we dare not say in front of everyone, and share secrets in each other's warm afternoon sunshine on the grass. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the wind wrapped in grass and lazy sunshine, I feel as serene as two serene old ladies sitting on the beach watching the clouds roll and relax, and the tides rise and fall.

Simple happiness, always like this afternoon, spend leisurely with the clouds, quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth. It seems that no matter what changes have taken place in the world, good memories will always be recorded in this spiritual garden. I will fly over your sky, and you will wait for me at the next stop. We * * * fished together to get the result we wanted, and along the track of missing, we extended to the end of reunion. Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.

As long as we are together, there is a happy figure every moment; Every minute is a warm time.

We have been apart for a long time. Last time we met, we met. I ordered my favorite dishes for dinner and bought my sister's clothes for shopping. When chatting, I found that during that warm time, our shells were melted by the warm sunshine, and at the same time, our cold hearts melted, and we all made many friends.

I think, when we are old and recall that warm time, there will be a warm current in our hearts. I will always remember you.

I hope my answer will satisfy you and help you ~!

8. How to write the composition outline of those warm times?

1. The title is written in the middle of the first line.

2. Write the main content and the central idea to be expressed briefly under the topic.

Finally, write the most important part of the composition outline.

main body

Sunny and windless, the blue sky nibbles at the white clouds leisurely, and the branches of the sun are scattered in bits and pieces, illuminating the road under the tree and warming the time flowing in.

In physical education class, I not only covet other people's sports, but also face the hateful 800 meters. The pain like a fire pit, the pace of lead pouring and the pressure of physical education examination make me wander in disappointment. ...

One morning, just as the sun and the moon had just changed shifts, I was dragged out of bed by my father. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, looked at my father who was ready to leave, and reluctantly said, "Why?" "Go for a run!" "Ah?" I was surprised to see my father's fat body.

At first, I ran hard after him. I like the warm spring breeze and soft sunshine in the morning. Father looks energetic, but gradually, I feel tired. Like a flame burning in my chest. My face turned red when I opened my mouth to breathe. I even want to give up.

At this time, the father who ran in front turned his head, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he gasped. "Come on!" He gave a cry with all his might. I suddenly got the strength again, and continued to run after him, only saying "Come on", like a little secret of love, which will bring endless warmth when solved.

Every day after that, he wakes me up on time, and every day, he will say "Come on" to me at some point. I was surprised at his strong willpower. Every day, there are always two figures running under the tree, one big and one small, and the sound of running contains endless emotions. I silently ran behind my father, stepping on his footprints, tacit understanding and warmth rose in my heart, turned into moving tears, and quietly filled my heart.

During that time, nothing had to be said. Warm footsteps have already merged into a love song, rippling in my heart. After the exam, I passed. ...

Dad also weighed himself and smiled and said to me, "Thanks to my good daughter, I am healthier now." That smile is so warm, it seems that the previous efforts have already vanished and no longer exist. I cried silently. I don't know if I am distressed, moved or not. ...

Oh! The love you precipitated in ordinary days, like a torch, warmed this time. And this time has become sunshine avenue. I've been on this road all my life, but I can't walk all my life. ...

9. composition topic in those warm days, we planted the spring of hope three times; Three golden autumn, we have harvested three times; We have been tempered by three hot summers and three severe winters. Please don't forget this interesting and colorful time.

Three years passed in a hurry, and the dreamlike years were full of laughter. Don't wave and sigh, feel that the flowers are gone, take courage, and don't forget to exchange surprise news. 1,500 days and nights ended like this. Four years, so many disputes, so many laughter, so many troubles, so much pride, really left the door with a bang? ?

Three years of classmates, * * * bathed in sunshine; How many chapters of friendship have you written in a thousand days? May the lost years become beautiful memories. Always stay in my heart.

The sea of life paved golden road, and the waves shook the welcome bouquets on both sides. Go bravely, my friend! In front, it is the conch that has already sounded; Cai Xia is waving a bright red flag. ...

From all corners of the country to all corners of the country. No matter where we go, no matter what position we are in, let's continue to fill in our resumes, hand over our excellent answers, and add luster to the banner of our alma mater.

May you be a drop of crystal water, projected to the vast sea; Make a delicious flower and form a garden full of flowers; Make a wisp of fiber and embroider a bright red flag; Be a small screw and stick to your post all your life. ...

Meeting is neither the beginning nor the end. The countless beautiful moments condensed by my classmates over the years will be engraved in my memory forever ... For several years, you have planted the seeds of friendship in my heart. I will take it away silently, carefully water it and cultivate it, so that it will bloom fragrant flowers in the future.

Liu Yin shook his hand and bid farewell to all kinds of melancholy-the students are young and looking forward to thousands of thoughts, hoping that friendship will become a force for progress!

Life has opened its heart to us, my friend. Let us face it bravely and enjoy its endless grandeur and profundity!

The boat set sail in the port of youth, and we separated temporarily, full of ideals and pursuits. When shall we meet again? Will be at that harvest time!

An ideal as beautiful as the morning glow beckons us. The classmates are about to break up. There is no need to ask when we will meet. We, bit by bit, will be active in the sea of the motherland!

Three years is only a short time in the journey of life, but I will never forget sitting at your desk for three years. You are a pearl in my memory and a star in the sky in my heart.

Life is obtained from the flow of streams; Youth, flashing in the torrent; The value of existence is presented in the running of the river.

Let's stretch our legs and sweat and thunder all the way! Outside the school gate, there are many flowers and a bright future!

After graduation, I want to keep those warm days, and I am eager to get into the torrent of life as soon as possible.

In a quiet sky, every star has its own trajectory. Let us find the best position in our life, and the world in our mind may become harmonious and peaceful.

Just now, I was answering the paper of quadratic function in math exam, and someone whispered, "It's snowing."

Look up in a hurry, snow, snow. Handsome and elegant in midair, flying, flying, flying. The poet's song has disappeared, and the north wind roared around the cold wave. Unfortunately, such a magnificent snow scene, the snow scene only melted into the soil and became a piece of filth. Not enough drops, not enough fun.

When I was a child, I always got up early in winter, kicking big slippers, wearing a blue nightgown with little penguins printed on it, pulling the curtains a little and watching the cold outside the window. Finally, one day, the snow outside the window was overwhelming and magnificent. Hours' eyes are particularly good. On the fifth floor, you can still see a series of people's footprints, bending over and gradually disappearing-the cleaners will not sweep, and sooner or later they will fall to the next floor. At that time, I would only smell with my nose, and then I would fly over like a glass marble in a child's hand, go to my parents' room and get into their quilts. I often entangle my father with my hands and feet. In winter, he is very warm to rely on. I touched his nose and said, "Dad, it's snowing."

Dad won't wake up. He needs sleep. So I imagined him when he was young, hoping that he could see his daughter as soon as he opened his eyes.

But my heart is trembling with excitement because of the secret of an unspeakable season.

At that time, I hated going to English extracurricular classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. At that time, I didn't wear glasses and liked to walk with my good friends. At that time I went to bed at nine and got up at seven. I seldom get sick and like to cry. At that time, we couldn't imagine that the future would be far apart and busy. No one stayed with me, but they agreed to grow up together on time.

Naturally, we have grown up, neither too early nor too late.

I have my own sun god, and the smiling faces of the past have also been left behind by me, sealed in those warm days.

Thinking of the past winter, I suddenly feel that this winter is not cold at all. I can still move my mind and facial muscles freely-remembering and smiling.

10. Write a composition with a warm moment.

Warmth is the guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a balanced drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, and the snowflakes are flying in the animation day, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found several leaflets and other newspapers posted on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his 40 s and 50 s brushed the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tore it with his hand.

Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire. When she carefully eliminated several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on here? Why didn't she clear it? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind. I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she could clean paper, but I didn't expect her to behave exactly like an old cleaner. She raised her right hand, froze in the air, shook her head slightly and turned away. This time, I was more puzzled, so I made up my mind to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What you see is a "looking for you". It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male. ...

The doubts melted, and I understood everything at this moment. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers. I no longer felt cold, but felt particularly warm.

It is very cold in winter. But some things can also make people feel warm. Just like those two cleaners, the deep warmth in this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this "sacred" fire that ignited the fragrance in my heart. I feel warm enough to haunt me all my life.