Playing games in the afternoon in kindergarten, I always "occupy" the sunny "treasure land" before the children stand in the shade. Sometimes, the sunshine is as gentle as a loving mother, and sometimes, it is a bit sinister. However, in any case, I always feel that I am not afraid of anything when there is sunshine, and everything will become transparent and wonderful in the sunshine!
Now, when I grow up, sunshine is an inspiration to me. I remember the girls' 800-meter test-
In the anxious waiting, that day came as scheduled. Standing at the starting line, I suddenly found that today's sunshine is surprisingly bright. I'm not afraid of sunshine! The psychology of fear quietly dispersed. As soon as the starting gun rang, I ran to the front with easy steps. I don't feel tired at all, only a feeling of chasing the sun. 800 meters is five and a half laps on the playground. I have only finished two laps, and my legs are already weak, and the finish line has become slim again. I imagined being run over by 800 meters when I was trotting. I was bored and looked up and took a deep breath. Suddenly, my eyes met the sunshine again. This warm and fragrant sunshine gave me courage and strength, and I rushed forward as lightly as a deer. Hold on. One and a half laps left. I bit my lip and sprinted almost crazily, and the wind roared past my ears, and I didn't care; I don't look at the students watching from the playground. All I know is that I have to cross the finish line. My foot has crossed the white line, and I, I succeeded! I can't believe it myself. Today, I ran 800 meters with the second place! Looking up again, it's still sunshine ... Today's monthly exam is full of troubles: I caught a cold this morning, and I found out that I had written more than half of my composition paper backwards, but I was not lost at all. I can handle a little cold. The composition paper has also been changed. Although it was raining this morning, the sunshine has become eternal in my heart. Look at the sky, who can prove that this rainy day is not brewing a more beautiful sunrise?
2. The warmth of a candy is an outline of a composition about a warm topic.
If the world is a blue sky, then everyone is a cloud in the sky; If the world is a trickle, everyone is a drop of water in the stream; If the world is a crystal clear pond, then everyone is a free fish in the pond; If the world is a colorful flower, then everyone is a little pollen in the flower; If the world is a clear water drop, then everyone is a never-ending water molecule in the water drop; If the world is a harmonious and beautiful home, then everyone is a close relative at home.
"Chen Chen, go to school!" "Oh, here we go again." I ran out with my schoolbag on my back before I came for breakfast. "Here you are." Xiao Lan handed me a piece of candy. "Thank you." Even though I was going to be late, I didn't forget to enjoy the bright morning sunshine when I was worried. It is so comfortable to be exposed to the sun. Just as I was enjoying the sunshine with relish, Xiaolan stopped. "What's the matter?" I turned my head and asked. "Nothing, I have something to do, you go first." "But I will be late soon. Is this really that important? " She didn't answer me and walked in the opposite direction without hesitation. I didn't leave, just stood quietly waiting. For an instant, I was shocked. She walked up to an old man. Driven by curiosity, I moved my steps slowly. She just stared at something silently, and I followed her eyes. I can't believe my eyes. It was an old man with yellow skin and sunken eyes, and his face was covered with wrinkles like walnut shells. Cang Sang, who has been writing all these years, has no silver dollar on his head, but no place to live. He only prayed for three meals a day, and his rough fingers kept busy looking for "good" things discarded by others. I can't help feeling bitter. I saw Xiao Lan put his hand into his pocket, groped slowly, took out what little breakfast money was left, and went straight to the vicissitudes of the old man. Picked up the old man's tired hand and gave him the money. I didn't say anything, because I knew why she did it, and I didn't complain that she delayed school time. Holding a warm candy in his hand, he walked up to the old man and said, "grandma, I have some money here." If you don't mind, I will give you this candy. " This money is my pocket money for one month. The old man held my hand tightly and said, "thank you, children." You are all good children. " "Grandma, we have to go first and see you later." Xiao Lan looked at me and turned around with a smile. "I saw the old man's hand tightly holding the melting sugar, slowly peeling off the candy paper and putting it in his mouth. I clearly saw the warmth in the old man's eyes. ...
3. I am particularly depressed about the warm composition outline in today's class. There is no previous reading sound, and there is no usual red-faced argument. Everyone felt very sad, because Wang Ming's father died when he was a child, and his mother died yesterday, leaving only him and his sister.
What a heavy blow this is! When the child needed maternal love, the mother left him prematurely because of cancer. This is the future life of Wang Ming and his sister!
In our class, happiness belongs not to one person, but to the whole class. The pain of losing Wang Ming's mother's love is not only his own, but the pain of the whole class. Wang Ming came in from outside. He wore a black veil on his arm and his eyes were red and swollen. He trudged into the classroom step by step. Everyone looked up at him and looked at him sitting in his seat. The whole morning, the whole class was particularly heavy.
At noon, after lunch, everyone gathered around Wang Ming. Some people looked at him with gratified eyes, some people hesitated and sighed, and some people patted him on the shoulder. Wang Ming stood up, walked to the door of the classroom, looked back at everyone, smiled at everyone and went out. This is not an ordinary smile, but a forced smile when a child loses his mother's love. In order to comfort everyone, he is afraid of affecting his classmates' study. This smile means that he can survive. I firmly believe that he will survive.
Everyone sat in silence for a long time, and suddenly someone said, "Let's donate money to Wang Ming!" " "Everyone replied with one voice:" Yes! All of us must provide for his graduation. "Ten cents, twenty cents, fifty cents, one yuan ... paper money was put in Wang Ming's pencil box. When Wang Ming came back, he looked at the money in his pencil box and at his classmates. They all smiled at him.
In the first class in the afternoon, many people put money on Wang Ming's desk and a notebook. Wang Ming opened his notebook. There is such a famous saying in the notebook: "Life is not a happy dinner, but a struggle and tribulation; Struggle again and suffer again. " There are also precious words from classmates in the book. With tears in his eyes, Wang Ming wrote at the end of his notebook: "I am a member of Class Kloc-0, Grade 3, and my heart will be integrated with fifty-three hearts ..."
At this moment, I felt an invisible force, that is love. When Wang Ming was frustrated, the whole class warmed his already cold heart with a heart of gold. What I see is not fifty-four students, but fifty-four hearts of gold, closely linked together. ...
4. "Warm" composition outline is warm when I miss you.
The autumn wind is crisp, the earth is golden, and the sunset has dyed rosy clouds and my cheeks red. I met you, and I don't know whether it's choice or fate. I am in love with you. You look at me tenderly, and I look at you, holding hands and walking together in the sunset. Behind me, there are thousands of rays of sunshine condensed and scattered, not covered by beams of light, but your footprints, with beautiful memories, watching the sunset together ... 5 1- paper-net-welcome.
Under the sunshine, you and I are bathed in fragrance at the same time. It is the fragrance of flowers, the breath of air and your breath. You taught me a lot, I don't understand. You take pains, step by step until you learn. I failed, hiding in the corner to wipe my tears. You found me, looked at my red eyes and said many words of comfort and encouragement. Then he took my hand and walked out of the corner, saying that he would watch the sunset with me. At that time, it was warm I would like to let your slender hand hold my hand forever and let the wind blow your hair. In this way, the time is fixed and will never change ... 5 1- paper-net-welcome.
After walking hand in hand for several years, you and I will be separated. You stay where you are and I'll go to the other side. I don't give up, I'm at a loss, I hold your hand tightly. I won't leave you. You pushed my hand away and whispered, "Go ahead, you will leave eventually. The road ahead is long. You're on your own. Without me, you still have to watch the sunset. Because there is hope in the sunset, remember, at that time, I was watching the sunset and watching you ... "I ran away in tears and left you, knowing that I could never hold your hand again. 5 1- paper net-Welcome
You, alma mater, hold my hand and walk forward together. Remember, what a warm picture it was at that time, always frozen. I am stronger without you, because you said, "It's a long way and I can't accompany you. Go by yourself, I'm watching you from a distance ... "I'll still watch the sunset, and I'm watching you and thinking about you. At that time, the weather was warm. ...
5. The warmth of a sugar If the world is a blue sky, then everyone is a cloud in the sky; If the world is a trickle, everyone is a drop of water in the stream; If the world is a crystal clear pond, then everyone is a free fish in the pond; If the world is a colorful flower, then everyone is a little pollen in the flower; If the world is a clear water drop, then everyone is a never-ending water molecule in the water drop; If the world is a harmonious and beautiful home, then everyone is a close relative at home.
"Chen Chen, go to school!" "Oh, here we go again." I ran out with my schoolbag on my back before I came for breakfast.
"Here you are." Xiao Lan handed me a piece of candy.
"Thank you." Even though I was going to be late, I didn't forget to enjoy the bright morning sunshine when I was worried. It is so comfortable to be exposed to the sun. Just as I was enjoying the sunshine with relish, Xiaolan stopped.
"What's the matter?" I turned my head and asked. "Nothing, I have something to do, you go first."
"But I will be late soon. Is this really that important? " She didn't answer me and walked in the opposite direction without hesitation. I didn't leave, just stood quietly waiting.
For an instant, I was shocked. She walked up to an old man. Driven by curiosity, I moved my steps slowly.
She just stared at something silently, and I followed her eyes. I can't believe my eyes. It was an old man with yellow skin and sunken eyes, and his face was covered with wrinkles like walnut shells. Cang Sang, who has been writing all these years, has no silver dollar on his head, but no place to live. He only prayed for three meals a day, and his rough fingers kept busy looking for "good" things discarded by others.
I can't help feeling bitter. I saw Xiao Lan put his hand into his pocket, groped slowly, took out what little breakfast money was left, and went straight to the vicissitudes of the old man.
Picked up the old man's tired hand and gave him the money. I didn't say anything, because I knew why she did it, and I didn't complain that she delayed school time.
Holding a warm candy in his hand, he walked up to the old man and said, "grandma, I have some money here." If you don't mind, I will give you this candy. " This money is my pocket money for one month.
The old man held my hand tightly and said, "thank you, children." You are all good children. " "Grandma, we have to go first and see you later."
Xiao Lan looked at me and turned around with a smile. "I saw the old man's hand tightly holding the melting sugar, slowly peeling off the candy paper and putting it in his mouth. I clearly saw the warmth in the old man's eyes.
6. Warm-hearted things The outline of the composition has been thought of. What is the truest feeling in the world? That's warmth.
That's the only corner to go home. Go there and you'll be home. However, there is none.
Street lamps, the darkness hangs over the road ahead, I can't see my fingers and dare not take a step forward.
I'm afraid I'll be sucked in by the darkness and never come out again. How many times have I wandered around here,
Fear, just because of the indescribable darkness. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the darkness, no
Strong but bright. This light, like a sword, pierced the darkness I was afraid of. I
I walked over, one step, two steps ... I walked over! Through the darkness of fear in my heart
Follow the light, it's mom! Mother stood at the door with a flashlight and a lamp.
That's where it came from Mom smiled and said, "Home?" I replied, "Well.
I'm back! "Perhaps, warmth is to guide you when you are afraid of darkness.
Direction light.
The test paper in my hand has been crumpled by me, and the bright red score hurts my eyes. Walk through the door
Then I heard my father's deep voice: "Come back? How was the exam? " become dejected and despondent
Pass the test paper to dad. Dare not look up, dare not look at my father's watch at this time.
Love, knowing that dad must be angry at this time. However, dad didn't say a word.
Just sitting silently smoking. But I know that only when dad is most angry,
Smoking. When I turned and walked into the room, I glanced at my father quietly and saw it.
Gradually gray sideburns, I saw that locked brow. Until the next morning, dad still
Never said a word to me. When I went downstairs, I suddenly saw a shadow beside me.
The shadow of. I looked back and it was dad. At this point, in his eyes, full of.
Full of encouragement. In dad's eyes, I know, I know. Perhaps, warmth is.
When you are frustrated, there is a silent encouraging look behind you.
This is true for things that warm the hearts of families, especially those that warm the hearts of society.
I once saw an old man sitting on the side of the road. However, there is a group of people around him.
A group of people, but no one came forward to help the old man up. Maybe the past has numbed people.
Heart? Maybe it's something else. My heart is cold at this moment. At this moment,
But another middle-aged man rushed out of the crowd, making the old man who had been on the ground for a long time smaller.
Lift it carefully and ask the old man softly if he is injured and how he feels. In the crowd
Someone in the middle said, "Young man, the old man is not awake now. Be careful when she wakes up. "
Slander you and say you hit her! "This sentence seems to have reached the ears of middle-aged men.
In the room, he said in his hoarse and flat voice, "Someone fell to the ground, or"
I can't turn a blind eye to those who need help. Even if misunderstood by the old man
Yes, you testified for me, didn't you? "The man's voice is not big but hit the floor.
The sound shocked the people who talked about it and also shocked me. Yes! When we met.
How can people in need leave them alone? How can you ignore it? Why care what other people think?
Method, or misunderstanding of yourself? As long as what you do is good, it is right.
It warms my heart to watch that man help the old man to the hospital. Perhaps, the warmth is on you.
Perhaps, warmth is a trivial hand raised by others when you need help.
Please.
Those warm things linger in every season, waiting for people to go.
Look for it. Those things, in your casual, warm, warm, your heart you,
Did you find it?
7. Write a composition around the word warm 500 warm.
Warmth is a cup of hot tea in winter; Warmth is a match in the dark; Warmth is an umbrella in the rain.
One day, I went to the supermarket to buy things, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs while I was walking. When I was running in the heavy rain, I covered my head with my hands. I finally got to the supermarket and was soaked to the skin. After buying what I wanted, I turned and left. Not far from the supermarket, a car flew by me and mud splashed all over me, which really made matters worse! I was so anxious that my tears fell.
All this was noticed by a middle-aged man. He came up to me and asked with concern, "Are you all right, son?"? Shelter from the rain under the umbrella! " "I seem to have caught a lifeline and quickly hid in his umbrella.
We waded on the road, and my uncle chatted with me while walking.
"Son, how can you come out alone in such a heavy rain?" He asked me with a smile.
"I didn't expect such a heavy rain. Thank you very much. " My voice is not loud.
"Thank you for what? You are about the same age as my child. " His big hand took my little hand.
His kind smile and kind words made me feel warm. Soon, I got home. When I wanted to say goodbye to him, the uncle had turned and rushed into the heavy rain.
Lying in bed at night, unable to sleep for a long time. I think: life is full of warmth. I accept the warmth from others and should also pass it on to others. In this way, the world will be better!
8. How to write the outline of the composition "Warmth" We all have a place to live when we are tired; One of the most loving places in the world; A warm place that doesn't need to be big and beautiful.
We have a home.
Each of us is looking for a place to go back; Looking for a place full of light; Find a place for us to fly.
We found it. A home.
As long as I can remember, my father seldom went home. Most of them were spent with my mother. This is inevitable, which makes me confused about my father's appearance. But I think I am very happy. I have an emotion that many people can't feel, which is stored in my home.
My mother is just an ordinary woman who works hard for her family and asks for nothing in return. When I was a child, my mother always talked in my ear about being a man, but I didn't say a word about her loving advice. Whenever I make some achievements in my studies, my mother always seems to be happier than me. Every time I ask her why she is so happy, she always smiles without saying a word. In retrospect, bits and pieces of the past appear in my mind like movies. ...
I don't know when it started, but my mother has more white hair on her head. I know I am anemic, but I still insist on cleaning the house, so that it will always be so comfortable and tidy. I know my hands are allergic to washing powder, but I don't mind putting my hand into the water to wash clothes.
Maybe I don't know. Every time my mother tells me to be careful on the road, there is an undisguised worry on my face.
Maybe I don't know how sad and uncomfortable my mother is every time she finishes calling me names.
Maybe I don't know how anxious and nervous my mother was when I was taken to the hospital after falling into the water that year.
However, with the passage of time, I have changed from a confused little girl to an understanding girl. I understand my mother's love, understand the meaning of "love", and understand that love needs no reason.
Speaking of my father, he always smiles in front of me, which seems to drive me and make me always look "smiling, ten years old" in front of anyone. My classmates once described me like this, "As long as there is a place where you are, the little troubles stored in your body will be shot to death!" " But when my father got serious, it was like a different person. His eyebrows pulled, his eyes stared, his mouth opened and closed, and he began to educate me sentence by sentence. On the other hand, I nodded yes.
I understand, this is my father's love. Unlike maternal love, it is secret and needs our careful care.
Home, with an emotion, always helps you behind when you are desperate, always warms you and me, and always gives you a strength to persevere.
Home, my favorite place, I will study hard with my parents' expectations and go home with success in the future.
9. The example of "warmth" composition outline is for my reference. At first, I didn't know what "warmth" was. Finally, I know what "warmth" is. Since then, I have a new understanding of "warmth". A single woman just moved. She found a poor family, a widow and two children living next door.
One night, there was a sudden power outage in that area, and women had to light candles themselves; Not long after, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. It was the child next door. He asked nervously, "Aunt, do you have candles at home?" The woman thought, "Are they so poor that they don't even have candles? Never lend it to them, lest you depend on them! So he yelled at the child: "No! Just as she was about to close the door, the poor child showed a caring smile and said, "I knew there was no one at home!" " After that, I took out two candles from my arms and said, "My mother and I were afraid that you would live alone and there were no candles, so we brought two to send you. At this moment, the woman blamed herself, moved to tears and held the child tightly in her arms.
10. Composition written around warm words, 600 words. Oh, the sun is so warm.
Warm sunshine gives people a warm mood. I don't know when it started. The definition of "warmth" in my heart is sunshine. Until listening to Fish Leong's "Warmth"-"In fact, you are very good, but you don't know it yourself. Really good to me, don't ask for anything in return ... "
Warm, also has the definition of happiness.
When I was in junior high school, I was very busy and nervous on weekends, and there seemed to be no gap. Accustomed to the life law of "home school art training" and "three points into the face", my father suddenly said, take me to fly a kite today!
Well, the weather is good and the sunshine is good. Go ahead.
Over the Century Square, colorful kites are flying up and down, competing with each other. My kite is clean and flawless. I can even see the sun hanging high in the sky through the white rice paper.
I am pulling the wire, and my father is responsible for winding the wire. A clear division of labor, I am very busy. In the blink of an eye, the kite swaggered into the sky. "Be careful! Look, it's going to fall, pull it quickly! " "Dad, the line is too short. You let go, you don't let go, it's not high! "
My eyes almost narrowed and I looked at the kite hanging in the air with difficulty. At this moment, my father simply let go and let me handle it. I pulled the wire to make it fly. Watching dad sitting in a chair, enjoying the warm sunshine!
"It's good to have sunshine! It's warm to shine on your body. " Dad smiled.
"The sun is really bad! I can't open my eyes. " I made a naughty irony.
Unexpectedly, my father quickly took off his sunglasses and ran to hang them on my nose. I ran in the square with a rope. Sunshine and wind blend together and blend in my face.
I have a kind of unspeakable happiness.
After returning home, my father showed me a photo: I was wearing my father's big sunglasses, holding a thread in my hand, looking at the kite in the air and grinning wildly.
Mom said, today, on my face, I saw a long-lost kiss of sunshine, like a flower, blooming on my face.
I said, "That's because the sun is too warm."