Sunshine is a clear spring in the desert, bringing coolness to thirsty people. Sunlight is a breeze in summer, which gives the rest of the tropical zone to the fidgety people. Sunshine is a bright light in the dark, bringing hope to those who are afraid; Sunshine is ... something I will never forget, just like warm sunshine shining on my heart. If history suddenly turns over in the torrent of time, what aftertaste will it leave us? If fate changes the written fate, what kind of wonderful meeting will it leave? I am breaking away from the gloomy arm of time and walking on the edge of time in confusion. My face is getting clearer and clearer in confusion, and I suddenly don't know what to say.
Looking at the flood of familiar and unfamiliar scenes in front of me, there is an unspeakable surge, and it is unclear whether it is anxiety or happiness. The sun is shining, and you, two poor kittens, appear in the oblique light and wave to me as if to say, "Hello!" " "How much I want to take you home, but I can't, so I must come here to see you often.
The more people I meet, the more I feel strange about this world, longing for the perception of the world and caring for my friends. Time is indifferent, but I still stand where I am, just waiting.
Perhaps, when everything has long been doomed to pull together, fate will bring us the best interpretation, although it may soon disappear. I met you and met so many beautiful scenery.
Let's smile in this warm sunshine to recall the dribs and drabs of youth. Let's grow up together and create happy memories in this warm sunshine.
This is an argumentative paper about "warm sunshine". At first, it asked, "When is the sunshine warm?" The author demonstrates the function of sunlight with examples and reasoning. The level of the demonstration is clear, the structure is clear, and the level is clear, which means that it is so dazzling to walk on the beach and pick up shells nurtured by the sun. Maybe you think shells are ordinary, but the nourishment of sunlight will make shells special.
When I was growing up, the sunshine was hidden in the shell. Smile Although the sunshine has entered the early spring, it is already winter outside the window.
It's already afternoon, but it seems that there is no warmth and no light. I handed out the test paper in the morning, and I was very nervous with my hands folded.
The air is dead, only the beating of the heart, "bang". The last test paper fell on the table and buried his head in his chest like an ostrich.
Through the dense eyes, my eyes rested on the bright red score, as if I saw the care of my parents, the care of my teachers and the help of my classmates. But all this only brought this ridiculous return! I don't know when the teacher came in, so I dare not look her in the eye.
When the teacher passed me, I looked at her back and felt guilty. Just then, the teacher turned around and seemed to feel my gaze, looking at me and smiling.
Her smile is so warm, like a lake, gently rippling, opening a girl's heart. I also smiled cautiously. At that moment, there was a magic that broke the depression and heaviness. This smile turned into a flowing force. I unfolded the test paper in a sunny afternoon, analyzed it carefully and remembered it.
Smile, the sunshine on my growing road! Words, sunshine and broken porcelain still reverberate in my ears. I opened the window and tried to let the rain wash it away. But I saw yellow flowers everywhere, which made me even sadder. Let it drift away with the wind ... facing the rain curtain, I was fascinated and blamed myself for being too reckless. A little thing, I really shouldn't be impulsive. Rain flies like a cow's hair, as long as my sadness.
Suddenly, the window closed. It's mom.
Sure enough, a soft voice sounded: "It's cold, be careful of catching a cold." I nodded and looked back at my mother. Her eyes were so warm that I couldn't help opening my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. My mother seems to know everything.
She touched my head gently. What a familiar feeling! The warmth flooded my whole body, and my heart sank quietly, snuggling in my mother's arms. I don't know when the rain stopped, but the sun rose and hit my mother and me in the face. It's a warm feeling.
Words, sunshine is on my way to grow up! Friendship Sunshine Looking at the sunshine outside the classroom is so dazzling that my heart can't help shaking. I turned to look at that pathetic paper, and tears could not help but flow out, as if to drown the bright red numbers ... Suddenly, a white and fragrant paper towel appeared in front of my eyes. "Look, the pearls are all rolled out. Catch them with paper towels! " The friend said.
I don't know why, but I snorted and smiled. She smiled and said, "Let's go, sister-in-law!" "Say that finish, then put me out of the classroom.
She told jokes and made faces all the way, although I just smiled back. After a while, she suddenly stopped and pointed to me in the distance. Following the direction of her finger, I saw that the flowers were particularly bright in the sun, and the grass opened its arms in the caress of the wind, as if embracing the sun.
The young trees on the side shook their green hairs and greedily enjoyed the kiss of the sun. The sky was so blue that even the white clouds floated into the distance. "How, feel better?" She asked me.
I smiled and realized how warm the sun was. Tissue, the sunshine on my growing road! Teacher, your smile; Mom, your warm words; My friend, your timely comfort is all the shells I found on the beach and nurtured by the sun.
I firmly believe that the sun will always shine on my growth path.
2. When is the warm sunshine at the beginning of the composition warm? Warm sunshine.
warm sunshine
Author: Flying Dream School: Gaosi Education Time: 20 14-04-06
When is the sunshine warm?
Sunshine is warm when it provides a bright light on a dark and lonely road, and warm when it provides a bright light for flowers that are about to wither and wither.
Sunshine is a clear spring in the desert, bringing coolness to thirsty people. Sunlight is a breeze in summer, which gives the rest of the tropical zone to the fidgety people. Sunshine is a bright light in the dark, bringing hope to those who are afraid; Sunshine is ... something I will never forget, just like warm sunshine shining on my heart.
If history suddenly turns over in the torrent of time, what aftertaste will it leave us? If fate changes the written fate, what kind of wonderful meeting will it leave?
I am breaking away from the gloomy arm of time and walking on the edge of time in confusion. My face is getting clearer and clearer in confusion, and I suddenly don't know what to say. Looking at the flood of familiar and unfamiliar scenes in front of me, there is an unspeakable surge, and it is unclear whether it is anxiety or happiness.
The sun is shining, and you, two poor kittens, appear in the oblique light and wave to me as if to say, "Hello!" " "How much I want to take you home, but I can't, so I must come here to see you often.
The more people I meet, the more I feel strange about this world, longing for the perception of the world and caring for my friends.
Time is indifferent, but I still stand where I am, just waiting. Perhaps, when everything has long been doomed to pull together, fate will bring us the best interpretation, although it may soon disappear.
I met you and met so many beautiful scenery.
Let's smile in this warm sunshine to recall the dribs and drabs of youth. Let's grow up together and create happy memories in this warm sunshine.
This is an argumentative paper about "warm sunshine". At first, it asked, "When is the sunshine warm?" The author demonstrates the function of sunshine with examples and reasoning, which is clear in hierarchy, clear in structure and profound in meaning.
Walking on the beach, picking up shells bred by the sun is so dazzling. Maybe you think shells are ordinary, but the nourishment of sunlight will make shells special. When I was growing up, the sunshine was hidden in the shell.
Smile sunshine
Although it has entered early spring, it is cold winter outside the window. It's already afternoon, but it seems that there is no warmth and no light. I handed out the test paper in the morning, and I was very nervous with my hands folded. The air is dead, only the beating of the heart, "bang". The last test paper fell on the table and buried his head in his chest like an ostrich. Through the dense eyes, my eyes rested on the bright red score, as if I saw the care of my parents, the care of my teachers and the help of my classmates. But all this only brought this ridiculous return! I don't know when the teacher came in, so I dare not look her in the eye. When the teacher passed me, I looked at her back and felt guilty. Just then, the teacher turned around and seemed to feel my gaze, looking at me and smiling. Her smile is so warm, like a lake, gently rippling, opening a girl's heart. I also smiled cautiously. At that moment, there was a magic that broke the depression and heaviness. This smile turned into a flowing force. I unfolded the test paper in a sunny afternoon, analyzed it carefully and remembered it. Smile, the sunshine on my growing road!
Discourse sunshine
The sound of breaking porcelain still reverberates in my ears. I opened the window and tried to let the rain wash it away. But I was even sadder when I saw the yellow flowers all over the ground. Let it drift with the wind ... facing the rain curtain, I was fascinated and blamed myself for being too reckless. A little thing, I really shouldn't be impulsive. Rain flies like a cow's hair, as long as my sadness. Suddenly, the window closed. It's mom. Sure enough, a soft voice sounded: "It's cold, be careful of catching a cold." I nodded and looked back at my mother. Her eyes were so warm that I couldn't help opening my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. My mother seems to know everything. She touched my head gently. What a familiar feeling! The warmth flooded my whole body, and my heart sank quietly, snuggling in my mother's arms. I don't know when the rain stopped, but the sun rose and hit my mother and me in the face. It's a warm feeling. Words, sunshine is on my way to grow up!
Youyi sunshine
Looking at the bright sunshine outside the classroom, my heart was shaking. I turned to look at that pathetic paper. My tears flowed out, as if to drown out the bright red numbers ... Suddenly, a clean and fragrant paper towel appeared in front of my eyes. "Look, the pearls are all rolled out. Catch them with paper towels! " The friend said. I don't know why, but I snorted and smiled. She smiled and said, "Let's go, sister-in-law!" "Say that finish, then put me out of the classroom. She told jokes and made faces all the way, although I just smiled back. After a while, she suddenly stopped and pointed to me in the distance. Following the direction of her finger, I saw that the flowers were particularly bright in the sun, and the grass opened its arms in the caress of the wind, as if embracing the sun. The young trees on the side shook their green hairs and greedily enjoyed the kiss of the sun. The sky was so blue that even white clouds floated into the distance. "Well, do you feel better? "She asked me. I smiled and realized how warm the sun was. Tissue, the sunshine on my growing road!
Teacher, your smile; Mom, your warm words; My friend, your timely comfort is all the shells I found on the beach and nurtured by the sun. I firmly believe that the sun will always shine on my growth path!
3. How to write with warmth as the beginning of the composition? Warmth is the fluttering spring rain; Warmth is the shadow of a smile written on the face; Warmth is a response without hesitation; Warmth is a meticulous cooperation.
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.
4. Writing a composition "Warm Sunshine" It is not difficult for others to care for themselves in the warm sunshine, maybe it is just a little effort.
When others help you, warmth spreads all over your body, which is a necessary communication between people. I walked happily to the terminal of the no.6 bus with small steps. I intend to return the book to the bookstore.
Just got on the bus, a 30-year-old aunt's crisp voice rang in her ear. I looked up and she was greeting people who were rushing to work.
I thought to myself: Oh! The no.6 bus didn't sit for nothing. I was taken care of. I can't help being happy.
I looked out happily, but the weather seemed to be against me. It was cloudless and sunny in Wan Li just now. Blink of an eye, thunder and lightning, heavy rain.
My happy mood was broken. Because I didn't bring an umbrella, I thought, why not have a "soup duck"? The station is coming soon, so I have to bite the bullet and get off.
That aunt seems to be able to read my mind. Q: "Little friend, I forgot to bring my umbrella!" ""well. "
I replied softly, "It's too urgent to get out." "I have an umbrella here, you can use it!" Aunt said and took out an umbrella from under the seat and handed it to me.
"Then what will you do?" I'm surprised. "Nothing, I will return it when I take the bus next time."
Say that finish, she accompanied me out of the car. I watched Route 6 drive away, and the rain and fog covered the direction of the car.
I looked at the umbrella in my hand and felt very warm in my heart. The weather is gradually clearing up, and thousands of rays of sunshine shine on the earth. This warm sunshine flows into my heart.
That aunt, I won't forget her help to me. She is like a sun, warming me with sunshine.
Let the sunshine warm my heart. This composition has a good beginning and end, which accelerates the sunny campus and warms my heart.
Four years ago, my mother took my hand and sent an ignorant and naive child to school. What caught my eye was the beautiful campus shrouded in sunshine. The sky is blue, and the naughty baby cloud seems to be smiling happily at me. The green grove sings cheerful songs, and the soft gravel turns a little golden yellow under the sunlight; The five-star red flag flying high is even more brilliant. Walking in the sunny campus, my heart is happy and full of warmth. The lovely young teacher Xiong greeted us in the sun. She smiled and led us into a rich and bright hall of knowledge. She not only let me know the magnificence of the Great Wall in Wan Li, let me appreciate the crisp autumn and golden land in the remote northern wilderness, but also let me deeply appreciate the deep love in her heart. I clearly remember that in a Chinese class in Grade Two, she was reciting The Fox and the Crow to us. Suddenly, my stomach hurts. For a moment, my head was covered with sweat, and then the tears finally came down. Teacher Xiong hurried to my side, squatted down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" I whispered, "I have a stomachache." Teacher Xiong didn't ask again, but gently rubbed my stomach with her warm palm. Suddenly, a warm current flooded into my heart, so warm. . . Looking at Mr. Xiong's gentle eyes, I know that love can sometimes make people forget the pain. Over the past four years, the sunny campus has brought me countless wonderful memories. During the break, my friends and I like to play and chase on the playground. The sun shines on our foreheads and eyes, and dances happily with our running, just like elves, bringing our happiness to every corner of the campus.
My favorite is the campus reading festival. In the beautiful playground, the books were neatly arranged in a row, standing in the sun, my classmates and I entered the fairy tale world of the brothers grimm, and we also swam in the dreamland with Alice, but what I couldn't let go of most was the composition book. Ordinary life is described as a wonderful fragment in the little author's pen, which makes me admire and envy. I really hope that I can write a wonderful article in the near future. I firmly believe that with a sunny campus, my dream will come true.
Sunshine campus, warm my heart!
6. The warm sun composition begins by saying that when the sun is weak, it is a warm sun in the gap of the dark clouds; Sunshine is a cup of hot milk tea held in your hand in the cold; Sunshine is a warm bed at night; Sunshine is walking hand in hand with you! Sunshine is the concern that "she sews fine and makes up for it thoroughly, fearing that the delay will make him go home late", and it is the harvest of "planting a millet in spring and harvesting a thousand seeds in autumn".
Sunshine is the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Sunshine is the pleasure of "appreciating anecdotes and analyzing doubts". Sunshine is the dedication of "sneaking into the night with the wind and moistening things silently"; Sunshine is the tranquility of "but now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken".
Sunshine is the holiness of "falling mud and grinding dust, but the fragrance remains unchanged", and sunshine is the magnificence of "hungry pork, laughing and greedy blood"
Sunshine is the mind of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later". Sunshine is the integrity of "no one has died in life since ancient times, leaving a heart to shine on history".
7. Write an article on the topic of warm sunshine. Maternal love is great, it doesn't need any return, even if its warm sunshine is exchanged for a ruthless storm.
When I was one year old, when my mother took a freshly cut birthday cake in my hand, I took it away without mercy. Then burst into tears for no reason.
When I was five years old, I lost my temper with my mother because she didn't buy me snacks.
When I was eight years old, I deliberately picked on my mother because I was in a bad mood.
When I was nine years old, my mother told me to wear more clothes. It's cold. I said my mother was wordy.
Now, I quarrel with my mother almost every day. Once, I didn't talk to my mother for four days.
When I was addicted to reading, I was pulled back from the world of books by my mother. So I lost my temper with my mother. In fact, I regretted it later and felt that I really shouldn't. But my mother still talked to me in her usual tone and cooked for me as if nothing had happened.
Sometimes, I lie to my mother. My mother's tone is so gentle and kind. I know my mother trusts me so much, but I use my mother's trust to deceive her. My heart is sour, very sad and very regretful.
I regret it. It was another stormy battle with my mother. At noon, my mother ran four or five kilometers by car and came back to cook for me. When chatting at the dinner table, I had a big fight with my mother because of something, broke my chopsticks, left half a bowl of rice in the bowl, turned around and walked into my room, and bam! Knock on the door loudly. Mother had to finish the rest of the meal alone. When my mother went to work, she still said goodbye to me in a sweet voice, as if nothing had happened. At this time, my anger subsided, and I said goodbye to my mother sweetly.
My mother's love is the most selfless. Although I often give her storms, she always gives me warm sunshine.
8. the beginning of a warm composition [the beginning of a warm composition] warmth is a fluttering spring rain; Warmth is the shadow of a smile written on the face; Warmth is a response without hesitation; Warmth is meticulous cooperation, which warms the beginning of the composition.
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. -Inscriptions began in the first semester of Grade One, such as 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 had a quarrel with my mother today, not because of me, but because she was too prim and insisted on wearing a coat with Mickey Mouse cartoon on it. For this reason, I had a quarrel with my mother and rushed out of the house in a rage ... I walked aimlessly in the street, and the corner of the sunset lengthened my lonely figure, which seemed a little bleak. As I walked, I imagined in my mind the busy figure and painful expression of my parents looking for me; Dad severely reprimanded his mother's harsh voice; My mother kept crying softly ... giving me spiritual comfort.
Thinking about it, I looked up and saw that the sun had changed shifts with the moon, and I didn't know how many times it turned in the nearby streets. At this time, a chill hit my heart, and I couldn't help shivering. My hand keeps rubbing the goose bumps on my arm. How I long to go back to my warm little bed! But my invisible self-esteem still drives me forward.
I passed by the house again and saw the neighbor's children coquetry in their parents' arms. I couldn't help it any longer ... I have to admit that I lost the family account, and I lost miserably. When I said this sentence in my mind, I found a note: Xu Zi, your father and I went out to do something, and we will be back soon. There is a meal prepared for you by your mother on the table. Eat it while it is hot! Eat it while it's cold, and be careful not to eat your stomach.
Love your mother. I felt warm and sad when I saw it. I have been complaining that my parents didn't come to me. Am I really not important to them? ..... In a short time, the door creaked open, and I clearly saw that my parents' helpless eyes changed from haggard to ecstatic when I was munching on steamed bread. I actually understood it all at that moment. ... yes! How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
After this incident, I have a feeling in my heart-a feeling of warm yearning for my family.
9. The composition of warm topic starts from LZ. There are many similarities in my article. You can extract a passage from it.
Home is a warm harbor, which gives us warmth and lets us dock. Not everyone has a happy and warm home, but everyone will have a spiritual home. In this family, there is the truest us. Maybe it will change with our age, but what remains unchanged is that it will always be the destination in our hearts.
The home of the soul, it will automatically beautify according to different moods. When you meet something that bothers you, you will feel very comfortable when you come; When you meet something that makes you depressed and come here, you will feel that everything is full of hope; When you meet something that makes you happy, when you come, you will feel how beautiful everything is ... the home of the soul, which can heal the trauma of your heart and soothe your impetuous heart. When you leave home, you will become relaxed and happy, as if all your troubles are far away from you.
My spiritual home is the piano. It is an art, and it can also purify my mind.
When I was a child, whenever I saw a pair of small hands jumping freely on the black and white keys and playing beautiful music, I couldn't help but feel heartache. After all, I am still young. Although I don't know how to soothe my soul with this elegant instrument, and I don't know what impact it will have on my life, I only know that it is my forever good friend and can accompany me through happy times or frustrated moments.
Now, I am not that confused child, I am a junior high school student who has begun to have his own thoughts and feelings. As I grow older, the reality challenges me more and more, and I grow up under pressure. I have experienced everything since I was a child. Whenever, I can be divorced from reality and enter my inner home. For me, this home can let me relax, see all kinds of things and continue to be a sunny girl.
I have been learning the piano for eight years now, and I can use it to play the spark that my heart sparks every time. Therefore, this home has become more beautiful. In this family, I can not only get happiness, but also squander my emotions. All kinds of gorgeous music reverberate in my home, which can also make me fall asleep or fly: moonlight can make me calm down and think, and sadness can light the lamp of hope in my heart. ...
In the future, I will step into a complex society. At that time, everyone was a competitor, and not many people would help themselves, because each had its own way to go. Maybe I won't have much time to walk into this spiritual home, but I will spend more time to see it, because I know that only it is my most sincere friend.
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The home of the soul will change at any time because of you. It records every bit for you.
I want to be a bright flower and sing in my home.
I would like to be a lively fish, wandering in my heart's home,
I want to be a happy bird, flying in my home. O(∩_∩)O, I hope it will help you and I hope it will be adopted.
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