Warm sixth-grade composition 1 The sunshine in winter has a refreshing taste, beautiful and fragrant, quiet and pure. This is the warm sun.
Warm sun is warm sun, which warms people's hearts in its own way ... Some people, like the warm sun, are warm and soft. Give you support and care silently in a place you don't know, day after day, year after year, without asking for anything in return. If you are lucky, you will hurry back and see a familiar figure. He has been here and never left.
It rained heavily for several days, and looking out of the window, I couldn't help feeling a little agitated. Turning on the TV subconsciously is the time for weather forecast. I am secretly glad to hear the weather forecast that it will be sunny tomorrow. Sunshine in winter is more expensive than gold. Tomorrow, enjoy this bath that is more expensive than gold.
In the morning, a ray of sunshine shines into the window seam, dazzling and hazy. I stood up, opened the curtain a little, and then fell asleep.
A few hours later, there was a quick knock at the door. I suddenly woke up from my sleep and asked with some dissatisfaction, "Who is it?" A deep voice came from outside the door: "Your dad! Hurry up! Get up! " I touched my forehead helplessly and got up helplessly.
After a simple wash, I went out, and I felt strange as if I had forgotten something. Walking on the concrete road, I was suddenly surprised: I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring my parents' books. I wanted to go back and get it, but I found it far from home. If I go back to get it, I'll be late.
After struggling for a while, I decided to move on. The big deal is to copy a text. Although it is disgraceful, in my opinion, being late is "worse than this".
Just when I made up my mind to take a step, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I subconsciously looked back and saw a familiar figure-my father. Panting, he put the parents' notice in my schoolbag and rubbed it: "You forgot this!" " "
The sunshine is very warm. At that moment, I was lucky to find such a selfless person and give me care ... such a person, like a warm sun, filled my heart with warmth. ...
It is snowing outside the window, but the room is warm as spring.
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Outside the window, like catkins, like dandelions, like pear petals, like light jade butterflies, dancing in the air. Glittering hexagonal snowflakes melt when they touch something.
It's late at night and the temperature is getting lower and lower. In this snow, there is a faint light flashing.
My door was gently pushed open, the light came on, and there was a vague figure in the room, wearing a thin pajamas and holding a quilt, coming towards me. At this time, my eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog. In the dim light, I saw clearly-it was mom, and I almost cried. At this moment, I suddenly felt a warm current strongly impacting me, and then quickly spread all over my body. Mother spread out the quilt, carefully covered it for me, then shivered, shook herself and left quietly.
When I got up the next morning, I saw the roof was white. This snowy appearance is like putting a small white hat on the earth. It's beautiful. I couldn't help getting out of bed, putting on my pajamas, enjoying the snow and going to the study. I saw my mother sitting at the computer desk, probably writing a report again. I just wanted to ask if I didn't sleep well again, but the words came to my mouth and were called back by my mother's sneeze. I immediately made a bag of Radix Isatidis for my mother, and then I walked gently to my mother with the medicine. My mother saw it and smiled with relief. Slowly.
At this time, there are snowflakes floating outside the window. This snow can make people who are hungry and thirsty in the desert feel refreshed, but it can also make people who tremble slightly in the snow feel warm as spring.
There are many warm moments in life. In my memory, that day moved me the most.
I remember it was a cold morning. When I went out, my father handed me a thick coat and said, "It's cold outside, put it on." I always feel that if I wear too much, my classmates will make fun of me and I don't want to wear it, but my father doesn't agree. Seeing that I was going to be late, I had to put on my clothes angrily and rush to school.
On arriving at the school gate, I took off my coat and went to the classroom. At first, I felt warm, but soon it was cold. The north wind roared and tortured people like ice thorns. As soon as I got to the classroom, I rubbed my hands hard, but I couldn't get warm. The group leader is urging homework loudly. I am looking for my homework with trembling hands, but it is gone! Remembering the scene of going out in the morning, I quickly made a phone call by borrowing my classmate's watch. "hello? Dad! I left my homework at home! " "What? Left it at home again? But my mother and I are working ... "I hung up the phone quickly. I tried to remember my father's signature. Just now, my father's anxious voice made me break out in a cold sweat, and the pen with forged signature was shaking, which made me more and more uneasy.
Physical education class played basketball for a long time, but he was still cold. The wind rolled up the sand and hit the cold face. Thin clothes can't resist the inner panic. I took a casual look at the school gate, and my father lit the lamp in my heart like a port in the wind. My classmate gasped and said, "Your dad made several phone calls …" I didn't hear him finish, so I ran directly to the gate. The door opened slowly, and my father handed me the exercise book with warm hands and said, "You have no homework. Why are your hands so cold? " Where are the clothes? What if you catch a cold? There was only one body ... "He held my hand tightly and warmed my heart like a candle." Work can rest, but there is only one father! "The wind is getting bigger and bigger, but my heart is getting warmer and warmer.
I will never forget that winter, that cold day, that person who warmed me. Feelings are unique to people. It tells me to cherish the time with my relatives. Dad, thank you!
The setting sun is bright, and the bright sunshine shines on my face, which makes my excited expression even more dazzling. My red face followed me into the door of human dreams.
When I entered the gate, there was a refreshing wind stroking my face, stirring the feeling of red heat like autumn. Ah! It was the wind from the fountain! It looks as beautiful as a flower! The water from the fountain dripped on my face, just like my mother's gentle and lovely hand.
Suddenly a burst of rock music disturbed me, and I was still addicted to the mind of Mother Fountain! Oh, that's a dance performance! The graceful dancing of the actors makes people admire. Their waists seem to be made of flowers and vines, so soft! They turned left and right, shook hands and twisted their feet, presenting beautiful movements in front of our eyes, which made our eyes blink. ...
"Ah-ah-"A roar penetrated our ears, and we were no longer in the mood to dance. The roller coaster in the distance makes our blood boil! We rushed over, our eyes opened wide and our mouths became a big "O" shape!
Soon, we also got on the roller coaster, and I couldn't sit still because of my nervousness. The roller coaster slowly accelerates with the track. "Glug, Glug, Glug-"The train suddenly skidded! We shouted, clutching the handrail with both hands and stamping our feet in haste. Our generous voice resounded throughout the scenic spot.
At night, Sister Moon ran out. Fireworks bloom in the sky like beautiful rosy clouds. We pray that our hearts are warm. ...
Warm sixth grade composition 5 When cold and warm meet, there will be rain; When spring meets winter, there will be years; When people meet, they have life; When heaven and earth intersect, there is eternity.
"Jane Jane warehouse, the millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. " It was a touching encounter. "The grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking the leaves. It would be beautiful if we both stood silent." This is the case in Gu Cheng's poems. You look at me, I look at you, and we meet silently like this, which is enough.
"This sister, I have seen it." It was a pleasant meeting. It seems that meeting should be a happy thing, and every meeting is warm. Even if you meet farewell, you are happy, and farewell is also the best start. No one knows what we will meet next. We always meet different things. Meeting is beautiful and happy.
"Nice to meet you. How was your evening? " This is a chaotic meeting. The gears of time keep turning. People come and go, and when they leave, new people come. Every time we meet. When you meet old things, you should also have new understanding and experience. When we meet, we will encounter different things every minute, in school, with knowledge, in nature, with soul ... every time we meet, we are confused.
"I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms." This is an encounter with one's own mind. I remember when I was a child, I always looked up at the sky, looked at a string of stars and the moon, and always thought a lot of things. I was lying on the rolling dark green grass, always longing for a pot of tea and half a glass of wine, and I always felt very comfortable. This is probably to satisfy your inner world. I'm busy with my studies now, and I have no time, so I meet myself in books. I believe that facing the sea will surely bring forth flowers in spring.
"We all have to travel far and bid farewell to our immature selves." This is an encounter with the years. Every time I meet the years, it will be beautiful, meet, and meet with beauty. Say goodbye to childhood and immature self, isn't it just to meet the years?
Meeting seems wonderful. Every time we meet, it will move me. The intersection of heaven and earth is eternity.
Meeting is beautiful.
Warm sixth grade composition 6 Winter, under the warm sun. That dance became my warmest contact.
20xx years slipped through my fingers. Looking back on the past year, I have experienced a lot. In winter, there is dancing in the warm sun, which brings a perfect and beautiful ending to 20xx.
"Students, hurry down and rehearse. Then come back and try on the clothes quickly. This urgent and urgent voice reached our ears. It turned out that the teacher asked us to practice quickly to prepare for the performance in the afternoon. Wow, what long feathers. I can't help looking out in surprise. It turned out to be a feather on the Hua Dan. It's really long! Time slipped away quietly on the clock face, and it was afternoon in a blink of an eye.
As a member of the school dance team, I have to say there is not enough time. When the headmaster finished speaking, it was the turn of the school dance team to show you the fruits of our labor in recent months-happiness as flowers. Every movement is done in a standard way, and everyone has to show himself in front of the whole school. When the dance program was over, I hurried to put on my costume and attend the class dance. "Come on." The parents who changed my clothes said. I nodded, indicating that I would. Waiting again, the only difference is that this time I am fighting for my class and my own collective.
But the feather crown on the top of my head shocked me so much that I didn't dare to make any big moves. I had to be careful and didn't know when the time bomb on my head would explode. In winter, I wear so thin, but I feel the warm collective strength here. Everyone is being himself and winning glory for the class. Our efforts were not in vain. When we showed the last model, we won the audience's prolonged applause. There is also a camera to record our wonderful moments in the warm winter sun. At that moment, all the hard work turned into praise and became a warm touch in everyone's heart in winter.
This is my warmest contact in winter.
What is gratitude? Gratitude is nothing more than a warm heart; What is gratitude? Gratitude is nothing more than a cup of warm tea; What is gratitude? Gratitude is nothing more than a pair of warm gloves.
All along, I have been very persistent in thinking that gratitude is a very sacred thing, such as giving gifts. That is gratitude, until one day, I changed my mind. ...
It was my mother's birthday, but I forgot this important day. That day, Sunday, I was enjoying a wonderful cartoon alone, and my mother came back. It's also big bags and small bags that come in. I ran to him, rummaging for this and that. It's all rice, oil and salt, so I wonder: what day is it today, and why is my mother so abnormal? I bought so many things ... Alas, I still didn't realize the importance of today. ...
The deadlock lasted until the evening, and my mother's phone number was always in my mind. All I hear are words of blessing such as "Happy Birthday" and "Good Health". Today is mom's birthday? I was stunned for a moment, and then I soon came to my senses. I rationally ran to look at the calendar. Oh, my god, today is really mom's birthday! How stupid I am! I blame myself like this in my heart. I patted my forehead and suddenly realized that I quickly poured a cup of hot water. I was so timid that I came to my mother and said, "Mom, well, happy birthday ..." My eyes were afraid to look straight into my mother's eyes and I was ashamed to say the most common sentence in the world. My mother was stunned at first, and then her eyes lit up. She smiled with relief, touched my head and said with a smile, "My daughter has really grown up …" My heart was warm. "By the way, Mom, why did you buy so many things today?" I recovered from the sweetness and asked my mother. My mother scraped my nose and said with a smile, "No one gave me a birthday today, so I comforted myself!" " "Listen, listen, I'm not ashamed. ...
I will never deliberately buy any gifts in the future, because I firmly believe that gratitude needs a warm heart.
The cold wind blew over the long branches and made a rustling sound. The cold wind swept across the field, blowing the ashes on the bare land like a whirlpool. The cold wind swept grandma's old wooden house, making a harsh sound and adding a bit of chill. Lili is a little girl of Han nationality, and her grandmother is a lonely old man with a poor family.
Lily, a little girl, came to grandma's house and found her taking a lunch break. She looked around and looked at the mountains of dirty clothes and decided to help her wash them.
Lily first picked up the wooden basin and came to the stream. She put it in the stream, pushed it forward, bent down to lift it, and a basin full of water was connected. Lili struggled to carry the wooden basin back to grandma's house, then put the clothes in the wooden basin and picked up the soap and wiped it over and over again. Lily was sweating profusely at this time, but she didn't give up. Lily thought: Washing clothes is so tiring that grandma has to do it every day. Will you be exhausted? I must help grandma more in the future.
Lily picked up her clothes again and wiped them hard. Her hands were red with cold, but she persisted. After rubbing, she picked up another board, slapped the clothes hard, beat the soapy water out, wrung it hard, dragged her frozen legs, and slowly hung the washed clothes neatly on the clothesline.
Grandma who got up just saw this scene and gave Lily a thumbs-up and said, "You are such a good boy!" " ""Never mind, it's what I should do. " Lili responded.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sun came out, and the warm sunshine spilled down, which was extremely warm. Although this ray of sunshine warms thousands of people in Qian Qian, it is not as warm as the little girl Lili's grandmother.
Love is like a warm sun and a warm heart.
Love is around, and family is infinite.
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In the autumn morning, the birds have stood on the branches and sang happily, and the sun shines on the house like a golden ray.
"Get up!" The ringing alarm clock urged me to get dressed. After washing, I ate my mother's "golden shrimp dumplings" and freshly squeezed black soybean milk (my mother said it was good for my hair) and was ready to walk to school.
Just out of the door, the familiar nagging voice rang in my ear again: "Did you bring the water cup? Do you have all the books? And stationery ... "
"Oh, all brought, why so nagging? ! Nothing, I will leave. "
"Hey, wait!"
"What's the matter now?"
"Coat, your coat? You see, the weather forecast says it will rain in two hours ... "He said, and handed me his coat.
"Oh, it's so hot, I don't want it."
"You must take it!"
"I don't want it!"
Before my mother knew it, I ran out of the house and left.
On the first floor, I looked at the sky. The sunshine is so good today, how can there be any signs of rain? Fortunately, I didn't listen to my mother, otherwise I would be so angry. Hehe, I am secretly pleased with my "wise" choice just now.
Who knows, the day after the fall, even said to change. After the second class, there was a light rain and a cold wind, and the temperature plummeted. How can this thin sweater be cold? I'm shivering with cold. Alas, it's really "if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer." I really want someone to give me a warm coat at this time!
At this moment, a familiar voice came from my ear, "Qi Qi!" I don't know if I heard it wrong. Twist a head to see, it's mom! My mother came up to me and put on my coat at once. I saw little drops of water on my mother's hair and eyelashes, and my clothes were a little wet. At that moment, my eyes were moist.
I put on my coat and felt warm from heart to body. ...
The warm sixth-grade composition 10 The faint light is insignificant in the winter night, but the joy of success is full of my heart.
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In fact, the light comes from my own lanterns. When I was in class, I opened the package with joy, and what came to my face was a festive smell.
I happily took out three pieces of paper, poked the CD from it with a pencil, and then nailed them in and fixed them. It seems simple, but it is actually difficult to do. One is that the nail is not aligned with the round hole, and the other is that the nail is not firm. Ten minutes have passed since the first step was completed.
When I was ready to start the second step, I looked at the materials in front of me-I didn't listen when the teacher told me the steps of the second step just now! This ... I can't start. The kind deskmate helped me bend my hair roots and put on a light ring without saying anything. I gave her a grateful look, but she waved casually. "Nothing, nothing, it should be!"
Watching the students make lanterns one by one and turn on the lights, I picked them up and "wandered around", feeling anxious. Um ... I'm confused about whether to tie the rope or turn on the light first. The beautiful and lovely deskmate came to support me again. While sorting out my materials, she whispered, "It's really stupid. Why don't you listen to anything? Therefore, this lantern is obviously made by me! "
Finally, I asked "my deskmate made me a lantern" and lit a small lamp in the warm light. I seem to see the lanterns and decorations during the Chinese New Year, and I am beaming.
Turn off the lights, and the whole class raises their lanterns. The light is so warm in the dark classroom. Like the glow of fireflies on a summer night.
Every one of us has a smile on his face, which is the joy after success!
Warm sixth-grade composition 1 1 The sun is warm in winter, and so is that thing.
It was the twelfth lunar month. It was freezing outside and dripping into ice. In the house, I was going to be late soon, so I put a few dollars in my pocket and ran out of the house. As soon as I went out, I felt the overwhelming cold, not only for not being late, but also for not being cold. I ran wildly. The scenery roared before my eyes, only the sound of the bag shaking behind me.
After a while, I felt that my lungs were going to explode, and I stopped to take a breath. Next to it happened to be a sesame seed cake stall: "Auntie, I want a sesame seed cake." "Well, don't worry. Are you going to be late for running so fast? " Aunt gave me a smile. "hmm." I put my hand into my pocket to get the money while perfunctory. But I didn't touch anything! I turned my pocket upside down and looked at it again-it was empty. I froze there, my fingertips trembling. Watching my aunt bake pancakes so seriously, I can't help but hesitate: what if I don't buy this kind of sesame cake? ..... to others? It should be cold by then. ..... I don't run now? ..... No, aunt must have set up this sesame seed cake stall for the sake of family life. I can never do it. My mouth opened a few times, and that sentence hovered around my mouth, but I just couldn't get out. The heart is like being roasted on charcoal fire, and it is painful because of choice. A baked wheat cake in a plastic bag was handed to me: "Little friend, your baked wheat cake is ready. Eat while it's hot. "
"Aunt, I'm sorry, I ... I lost my money ..." My voice was so low that I couldn't hear myself. Aunt was stunned first, and then smiled: "Never mind, take it." "Aunt, no, no!" I took two steps back. "Take it! Children can't skip breakfast in the morning. " She put the biscuits and plastic bags in my hand.
I touched the sesame seed cake, which was warm and that was the temperature of care; Looking up at the sky, the sun is coming out soon, which is the hope of winter. I smiled, this sesame seed cake is really like the warm sun in winter!
She has long black hair and a dazzling red rose bow on her head. Two small ears adorned the chubby pie face. She is my good friend and best friend-Wu. She is a real passionate girl. ...
On Saturday, we were reading in the library, wearing headphones and holding our favorite notes on grave robbery. Look up at her, holding a book "Tales of Chinese and Foreign Celebrities". Blue headphones are not big ears, and it's quiet all around. Only music echoes in my ears ... Echo ... Keep your head down and continue reading, your heart is shaking and you are moved by Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie; I was shocked by Zhang Qiling's strength and Wu Xie's naivety. I promise my whole life that you will be innocent for the rest of my life ... the flood that opened my mouth ... Pentium, Pentium. ...
I don't know when she left, and I don't know when she came back ... The schoolbag was bulging, she exhaled a long breath, opened the schoolbag and took out two cups of unified Assam for me. There were a little drops of water on the bottle-just taken out of the refrigerator, and when I opened it, a little coolness overflowed her throat, and more was the strong fragrance in her mouth. Cover the bottle and pack it. We have similar tastes in these, but ... I looked at her in surprise. She nodded and raised her hand to pick up a piece. Take a bite, and the strong baking smell occupies all the taste buds of Le, followed by the sweet honey smell, baking smell, and the taste of honey encroaches on the tip of the tongue. Coupled with the taste of milk tea, it is extremely refreshing and a little warm in my heart. A snack was served on the table, and I was shocked. . . This snack … Oh, I bought it in a leisure bar, but I haven't eaten it anyway. Come on!
The sun shines on the table, and her smiling face looks like a happy angel in the sun … I saw her pick up the book and read it silently …
She, like a touch of sunshine, lit up her heart, even lit up the closed room ... It's good to have a warm girl around!
Warm sixth grade composition 13 warm oranges are accompanied by warm hearts.
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"Sister ... sister, orange, son." A babbling cousin has a big orange in his hand, and his tender little hands are round. Oranges are ugly, rough, square and round. I have a stomachache, and the pain rushes forward. When I touch it, the orange is ice.
"Don't bother! Eat by yourself! I don't know. I have a stomachache! So cold! " As soon as I spoke, he left in smoke.
The wind blew slowly, and there was another great pain in my abdomen. The brush of the tree sounded, and the leaves crossed together, making a fretful sound. About ten minutes later, my cousin came back and handed me the orange. I was angry: "What a nuisance! I told you! Also! Ice! Yes! " I deliberately emphasized the word "too cold".
"Sister ... sister, no, ice ... hot." He said weakly. I took the orange one. I just realized-he soaked oranges in boiling water to keep warm. I immediately felt ashamed of my recklessness, a little touched, and my nose was sour.
Peel off the orange, and a stream of heat flows on my face. I traveled all over my body with a heater. The voice of the tree began to soften and no longer anxious. My cousin raised his eyebrows when he saw me eating.
At this time, I discovered that this little cousin, who is only a few years old, still has some talent for warm men. His black and white eyes set off his ruddy face, like a blush, but it was a natural blush. Small mouth is neither thick nor thin, and teeth are always so white. His hair, slightly black and brown, is very thick.
I looked at the oranges in my hand again and said to my cousin, "You eat!" " "But he shook his head and smiled. Two small dimples moved and their faces became more ruddy. A gust of wind blew and his hair shook again and again. ...
Oranges are grotesque and varied, sour and astringent, sweet and bitter. Anyway, my cousin's is the best!
Luo Ziyang and I are good friends!
One day after school, my mother agreed to let me go to Luo Ziyang's house to do my homework. We do our homework together, which is very efficient. We finish Chinese first, then do math, and finally finish English. Luo Ziyang invited me to his house for dinner. At the dinner table, we talked and laughed. It was delicious! After dinner, I packed my schoolbag, said goodbye and went home.
That night, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when the phone rang. "Hello." I picked up the receiver. A familiar voice came from Diannian: "Nie Haojun, you left your pencil case at my house!" "I gasped in surprise! Before I could go on, the phone came: "I'll send it to you!" " "I flatly refused, but under his repeated strong demands, I had to agree.
Unexpectedly, Luo Ziyang never hung up. First I heard the iron gate of his house bang, and then I heard more and more noisy sounds-car horns, passers-by's voices, bicycle bells ... but there was a voice that kept ringing-Luo Ziyang was panting all the way: "wheezing, wheezing, wheezing ..." I thought guiltily: "He must miss me and want to hurry up. I was thinking about my heart when a loud voice came from the phone: "Hello! Nie Haojun! I'm downstairs in your house! Come down and get it! " I was so surprised that I hurried downstairs. I was very excited and a little at a loss when I took the pencil case from him. Seeing my good friend's face flushed, I said, "Thank you! You wait for me! " I turned and went upstairs, quickly took down a bottle of water and handed it to my good friend. My good friend gnome male-"smiled at me. "goodbye! See you tomorrow! "He turned and trotted away.
Although it has been almost a year, I still remember it vividly and never forget it. Whenever I think about it, my heart warms up. At ordinary times, the two of us also have endless words. I hope our friendship will last forever and stay together for a long time!
Warm sixth grade composition 15 Every morning, there will be a steaming cup of wolfberry tea on the table.
Every morning, a ray of sunshine shines into the living room, and there is always a steaming cup of wolfberry tea on the table.
Every morning, when a ray of sunshine shines into the living room, a happy girl walks into the room. The first thing she saw was the steaming cup of wolfberry tea on the table.
Every morning, when a happy girl drinks that cup of wolfberry tea, she can always see a middle-aged woman smiling at herself.
Every morning, after the happy girl drinks the cup of wolfberry tea, the woman will smile and ask, "Is it delicious?" "good to drink! Warm. " Girls always answer like this.
Then, the woman will say, "son, you have a pair of big talking eyes, so beautiful and bright. Why are you nearsighted?" The girl said, "Mom, you will get better after drinking this wolfberry tea!" " "Say that finish, I smiled sweetly at my mother and sat down to enjoy a loving breakfast.
One day, however, the cup of Lycium barbarum tea on the table disappeared, and there was only a note on it: "Baby, the Lycium barbarum is finished. Mom forgot to buy it yesterday, so she will buy it now. There is bread in the refrigerator. You can heat a glass of milk first. " The girl's heart is warm and full of gratitude.
The girl was staring blankly out of the window when class was over. Suddenly, a classmate came running: "Your mother sent something!" " "
The girl saw her mother at the door of the classroom. Mother's hand is still the steaming cup of wolfberry tea. The girl gulped it down. Mom still asked: "Is it delicious? Your eyes, alas ... "The girl's eyes are full of tears. Looking at her mother's tired figure, she couldn't help saying loudly, "Thank you, Mom!" "
That happy girl is me.
That middle-aged woman is my mother.