On that day, the red sun shone brightly on the earth, and the earth was as hot as a steamer. The skating team has a long-distance race. The game is about to start. With the commander's crisp gunfire, the contestants rushed out like runaway wild horses. I did not show weakness, and rushed to the front with all my strength, leading all the way. It's almost over, I speed up and think: this champion must be mine. But I accidentally stepped on a drink bottle and fell heavily to the ground. A layer of skin was scraped on the knee, and the blood was oozing out bit by bit. I really want to cry, with the pain of scratching my skin and the sadness of losing the championship.
At this time, teammates Tian Tingting and Li ran to me like arrows, helped me up one by one, looked at me with anxious eyes and asked me with concern, "Is it okay?" Does your leg hurt? Let's help you have a rest first. "I sat under a big tree, and Tingting Tian immediately ran to the infirmary to get my medicine. Li stood by and handed me a glass of water, comforting me and saying, "It's okay. It's just a scratch Just rub some medicine. " Tears are shining in my eyes. For a long time, Tian Tingting came back, and the bean-sized sweat flowed down from her forehead, panting in her mouth, and the sweat soaked her shirt, holding several bottles of medicine. Li quickly took the potion, first wiped the blood off my knee with a cotton swab, and then dipped a new cotton swab in the potion and applied it to the wound of my knee, while blowing gently into the wound with his mouth. Her nervous eyes seemed to say, "Be patient, it won't hurt after a while. "As soon as I came back, I noticed that Tingting Tian was lying down. Yes, she came back from the game and ran far away to get me the potion without a rest!
I don't know when, tears have wet my face, and my teammates' concern for me flows into my heart like a warm current. I can't help shouting in my heart: "How happy I am with such a group of good partners!"
Warm current composition 500 words 2 flowers bloom and fall, time is like a blink of an eye, many memories have disappeared, but that warm current will always exist in my heart.
The gear of time always turns silently, and before I know it, my holiday is coming to an end. The gauntlet of the senior high school entrance examination has been placed in front of me. I can't help but feel shocked. My father has been silent these days, as if he wanted to say something to me, but he was awkward. This makes me curious. What happened to Dad?
Before leaving, my father asked me if I was ready and asked me to bring more things I needed. Then my father tried to say something with his mouth open, but he seemed to be held back by something. When I got to school, my father silently took care of my luggage. What happened? So uncharacteristically. I put a big question mark in my heart.
After packing, my father and I were about to separate, when my father suddenly said to me, "Old son, we need to refuel in the third grade, so don't waste any more time." I nodded to my father hard and said, "I will." Dad seemed very satisfied and was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and said, "Take care, you are no longer a child." After that, my father left in a hurry and gradually disappeared into the crowd, becoming a little bit. And I was already in tears, and I finally understood my father's abnormal behavior before I left. Although my father is not good at talking, he still can't let me go, the playful and enterprising me. It is dad's silent love that brings up the past. They turn into an inexplicable warm current flowing in my heart.
Flowers bloom and fall, although time is ruthless and many memories are hard to find, but only the true feelings of father and son will last forever in my heart and turn into a warm current, which will make me unforgettable in this life!
Autumn is gradually leaving, and the pace of winter is getting closer and closer. I didn't like winter before, because it always gave people a bleak silence, and everything was lifeless, which made people feel sad and cold for a while, but in this winter, I felt something warm in winter.
There is a sister who lives upstairs in my house. She is a senior three student in No.1 Middle School. Today, she will enter the university. She studies hard day and night. Their evening self-study class ended very late. When people have fallen asleep, she is still immersed in reading and studying hard to prepare for tomorrow's exam.
I remember one day on Saturday, the weather was very cold, and there was a layer of ice everywhere on the road where there was water. I was lying in bed alone enjoying the fun of TV. Suddenly I heard the door slam, and then I heard someone shout, "Hello, Grandma!" " Upstairs is my sister, curious, I ran to the door. Grandma's voice came downstairs and said, "Go to school again." "hmm." Listening to their conversation, it seems that my sister thanked her grandmother for her hot milk.
The next day, I met my sister and listened to her talk about it. The night before yesterday, she came back from self-study at night, and her grandmother downstairs helped her open the stair-door. When she walked to grandma's door, she brought her sister a cup of hot milk. She also said that grandma was waiting for her to come back, and induction lamp was in the building. Grandma was worried that the light was broken, my sister couldn't see the stairs clearly, and she was worried that it would freeze in such a cold day, so she specially heated the milk for her in advance.
Since then, almost every winter night, I can hear my grandmother's familiar door opening and voice. In order to wait for this sister to come back, this has almost become a constant night symphony in our building.
In this cold winter, this sound has become a warm current in winter. Although this is only a small matter, it makes me see the beauty of the world and feel warm in this cold winter. If each of us can care more about others, I think our world will become better.
Warm current composition 500 words 4 "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for the body of her wayward boy", mother is our closest person, and they pour all their love into us. In those insignificant moments, I felt the warmth of maternal love.
I seldom see my mother once a week in boarding school. Every week, my mother always picks me up early and takes me home. As soon as we met, my mother would step forward, call my name kindly, snatch the heaviest thing from my hand and say, "Carrying such a heavy schoolbag, it's almost 50 pounds, and it's almost camel on you." While walking, ask me what happened at school this week and tell me what happened at home this week. During the conversation, I felt the warmth of maternal love.
When I got home, my mother asked me what I wanted to eat, and then I got busy with great fanfare. Even in winter, sweat runs down my mother's head. In a short time, a big table of rich dishes was ready. My mother smiled happily when she watched me gobble. In her smile, I felt the warmth of maternal love.
Entering the second day of junior high school, the mid-term exam is approaching, and homework naturally increases. I am busy writing. It's already twelve o'clock at night, and the room is quiet. I can only hear the tick of the wall clock. Only the light in my study was turned off, leaving a rustling sound when writing. Because it was late at night, I felt a little cold and curled up together. At this time, my mother will step lightly and put a cup of honey water on my desk very, very gently. Look, I didn't speak either. Mother looked at me for a while, then turned away with light steps. I feel the warmth of maternal love again.
Because of the heavy schoolwork, I hurried home and didn't say a word to my mother for a day and a half, but I knew in my heart that my mother had been quietly paying, helping me and doing a lot for me since I got home. When you have time, you must wash your mother's feet and beat her back, say "thank you" to her, and repay her warm love with actions, such as the sweetness of spring, the spring breeze and the sunshine in March, which warms my heart like a warm current!
Some things touched my heart, some things impressed me deeply, and some people moved me.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I suddenly got tonsillitis. I didn't know I was ill at that time. I fell asleep the night before. And my mother came to tuck me in and found that I was hot all over. I took the thermometer, and the result was a high fever of 39 degrees. At that time, my father was working outside, and there were only our mother and daughter at home. I had no choice but to go to the hospital behind my back. At that time, the hospital at home was quite far away, and it was difficult to get a taxi near home, so my mother gave her the heavy responsibility of carrying me. Mom trotted all the way and didn't know when she got to the hospital.
I was treated with intravenous drip in the hospital for a few days and didn't go to class. My mother not only attends classes, but also takes good care of me and delivers meals to me on time and point by point every day. She often pays attention to whether I have finished intravenous drip, and then calls a nurse to change it and help me with my lessons. If I don't understand anything, she will answer me one by one in the last few days and see that she has lost a lot of weight. After several days of treatment, the disease has improved a lot.
But after a few days, my illness recurred, but it was more serious than last time, and I was admitted to the hospital again. This time, however, it seems that every drop is useless. Mom heard that it would be better to coat the neck with cactus meat. Mother did as others said. She got the cactus and carefully pulled out its thorns. Several times, the cactus thorn pierced my mother's hand. She had a simple treatment. In order to cure my illness, she pulled out the prickles of the cactus. This kind of work is very laborious, and I don't know how to rest before I pull it out. After a process: picking, picking and peeling, cactus meat is finally made and applied to the face. Looking at my mother's thin and dark face, I couldn't help but feel a warm current gushing from my heart and being moved. Finally, God helps God.
After this incident, my memory came alive, and a warm current spread all over my body, which was very touching. This makes me feel that maternal love is great.
I haven't been here for a long time, and I can't help feeling a little guilty ... The busy work just gave me a reason to be lazy.
The passage of time will not stop for you for any reason. I originally planned to study, study, exercise and have fun with my son every day ... all because my lazy thoughts have not been realized one by one, but my son's growth and progress day by day has always made me feel warm in my mother's heart.
I remember my son was particularly impetuous during the mid-term exam last semester. I can't concentrate in class at school, whisper to my classmates, do my homework, and I can't sit down quietly and read at home. I'm absent-minded when I do my homework. My father and I also had a long talk with our son, analyzed the reasons, summarized some aphorisms that could help our son concentrate on his work, wrote them on the desk, found xu teacher and Mr. Wang in time, and reflected and communicated our son's performance at home with the two teachers. In this way, under the timely help and correct guidance of two teachers, this semester, my son began to overcome himself slowly. First, the font changed and the font became neat and clean. You can tell me what the teacher said in class when you come home from school, and you can insist on extracting good words every day ... The change of your son is like a little bud. Although it will still swing from side to side when there is wind, it has been growing up and eager to absorb nectar.
I deeply know that these little things of growth and progress are inseparable from the cultivation of two responsible and serious teachers and the efforts of my son. May this warm current flow in in my heart forever. ...
It's a warm afternoon. I was lazily leafing through an old book when I suddenly found a crane-shaped bookmark with many different handprints on it.
"Yao Yucheng, come back quickly, we are all waiting for you!" This line flashed before my eyes. This-I was blinded, my heart was enlivened by the sticky sunshine, and my thoughts brought me to the time a few years ago.
It was the third grade of primary school, and it was another Monday, but I couldn't attend the flag-raising ceremony. When the doctor said I had to cure my intestinal spasm. I'm lying in a hospital bed, and I'm inevitably a little nervous. Although it is sunny outside, I still can't lift my spirits.
After sleeping for more than two hours, the operation was finally over. I was lying in the hospital bed, afraid to move. Suddenly I heard Mr. Feng's voice: "What did Yao Yucheng bring you?" I tried to open my eyes and smiled. "You see, these are all from my classmates," said Mr. Feng, putting down his things.
It is a big white box with layers of bookmarks in it. "You see, this is from your deskmate. I opened my eyes wide. Everyone in our class knows that I sit at the same table, but that is the first "female man" who is braver than boys in the world. If someone touches her, you will be black and blue in a few seconds. She can bookmark it. I don't believe it at all. As soon as I turned around, a special paper crane bookmark "flew" into my hand. Although it is only a small blessing, it is like the sunshine in winter in my heart, which makes me feel warm. Pieces of wishes, every blessing, let my heart get rid of the shackles of clouds. Each of their strokes depicts a warm current that touches my heart directly.
In an instant, I grabbed the crane bookmark tightly. Just like yesterday, all the pictures came into my eyes. "We are all waiting for you! Whistling in my ear like the wind. I picked up all the cards and put them on my bookshelf again, but put them on the top so that they can always warm my heart.
It's raining cats and dogs outside and everything is in the dark. I was sickly and limped beside the bed with a high fever.
Mother puts a cold towel on her forehead from time to time. I still had a high fever in the middle of the night. My mother was at a loss and called my father, but my father always refused to answer the phone. My mother can't drive, so she has to take me to the hospital by electric car. My mother gave me more clothes for fear that I would be cold. Mother wore a purple raincoat and turned on the electric car. I hid behind my raincoat.
The road is bitterly cold, and the wind is swishing. Like a drunk, wandering in front of every house, sometimes letting go of his throat and growling furiously, and sometimes breathing wearily. My mother sheltered me from the cold wind with her thin body. At that time, my mother was like a beam of light, giving me endless warmth. She shone on me, and I suddenly felt a warm current flow into my cold heart.
When I arrived at the Chinese medicine hospital, my mother registered me, and the doctor said that I needed to hang water.
We came to the hanging water area and found a seat. When the nurse came to see the needle, I couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. As soon as I was stupefied, the needle plunged into my hand. I fell asleep unconsciously.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw my mother slumped on the bench, fast asleep. I turned over and ran into my mother, who was awakened. Mom said, "awake, better?" I said, "Well, much better". During the conversation, I accidentally saw my mother's bloodshot eyes and those white hair. I was deeply moved. In the face of my mother's sweet words, sweet smile and sweet care, a warm current surged in my heart again.
Strong maternal love makes me irresistible. Then a warm current surged again and again.
The warm current composition 500 words 9 cars are speeding on the asphalt road, the continuous peaks are like grandma's kind face, and the whistling wind is like grandma reminding me repeatedly in a twinkling, dear grandma, I'm coming! The sky is still blue on March 8.
In the hot sun, smoke came out of the house. We walked into a big main room with doors and windows. Before we opened the door, grandma saw us through the window and came out trembling to meet us.
Grandma's wrinkles are full of smiling faces, her back is bent and her steps are slow. I hurried to help her. Her trembling arm took mine and led me to the kitchen table, where the noodles were still steaming and conspicuous. Grandson is here, and grandma will pour you a glass of water. Looking at grandma's back, I couldn't help shivering, and quickly advised her not to worry. Grandma turned and sat in a chair, revealing a trace of disappointment, combing her silver hair and saying to herself: When you grow up, don't worry about it!
I grew up, but my grandmother got old. The spirits and brisk pace of the past seem to have quietly left. The family is still the same. Think of grandma's hard cleaning, no one's heart is bitter.
What a big home. It is not easy to clean up. The dust on the floor teased us like gophers; Dim furniture blocks us like a mountain; Clumsy things confuse us like stars. How about a sick grandmother who can still struggle with geometry! When I think of all the hard-won things, I suddenly add infinite strength, a room, a table and a chair, a little sweat and gratitude! Grandma fell asleep quietly. So comfortable, so smooth.
The bright sunshine lit up the whole house, warm and soft. My heart is full of life. This water is swift and flowing, such as a stream, such as a spring, such as a river, such as Saiyang. The symphony that hits life irrigates the countryside of the family.
Affection is dribs and drabs, deep and silent, but its warm current is choppy and warm as spring. Grandma's dream is still quiet, and the surging waves are still magnificent. Gradually, the water climbed onto the bed, smoothed the wrinkles on grandma's face, dyed her dazzling hair white, and straightened her body bent by the heavy burden.
Warm current composition 500 words 10 Every rainy night, there will always be a glass of water to spend with me, gentle water and gentle love; Warm water, warm feelings. This love, this love always haunts me and never leaves me.
As night falls, there is no bustling ornament of stars, only a layer of soft gauze covers the whole earth, and raindrops fall in the sky. The falling rain sounds like playing a beautiful music, and the notes seem to bounce between your fingers. However, the chill is still thorough and makes people feel creepy. After dinner, I did my homework quietly, listening to the beautiful voice of nature, but it was still so cold! My hands and feet were cold. At this time, my mother came up after dinner. My mother came to my room and plugged in the water dispenser. A few minutes later, she poured a cup of hot tea and looked out the window and finished it. I thought it was for me, which made me very happy. I continued to bury myself in my homework. Suddenly, a cup of boiled water fell gently on the table. I looked up and met my mother's eyes. My mother smiled and gently said to me, "Finish your homework and go to bed early." After that, I left the room and looked at my mother's back. I feel a lot. After my mother left, I stared at the glass of water and gently touched the teacup with my fingers. There was still a warm temperature on my mother's hand. Suddenly, a warm current slowly flowed all over the body and into my heart. I hold the glass of water, feel the temperature of maternal love and taste the taste of maternal love.
How many nights like this have happened in my life? Every night is boiled water, but how much maternal love is stored in such cups of boiled water? How much maternal temperature is stored? It flows in my body and heart.
My mother is my warm current, and I want to be my mother's warm current.
Warm current composition 500 words 1 1 "tick-tock, tick-tock", the rain keeps falling, and it seems that it will not stop. After school, I rushed out of the classroom and frowned at the falling rain. Alas! How can I go home without an umbrella? The rain fell like pearls and the ground was wet. Go back! An idea flashed through my mind. I ran into the rain as fast as I could. The water on the ground was smacked by me, and the raindrops hit my face mercilessly. Shoes are flooded, clothes are wet, and pants are wet. I shivered and became a drowned rat. Alas … if only I had brought an umbrella!
Suddenly, the rain seems to have stopped and stopped hitting me. I stopped to look up, and a familiar umbrella blocked my head. I paused, and a familiar voice came from my side: "Look, you are soaked, let's hold an umbrella together!" " "Looking back, I turned out to be Ruan Qingyue, a classmate who quarreled with me a few days ago. I looked up at her awkwardly and saw the intensity of my quarrel with her. I even said, "I don't want to see you again. "
She looked at me with a smile, put a hand gently on my shoulder wet by the rain, and motioned me to move forward, and I followed him. The rain continues to fall, sewage has accumulated on the uneven ground, and the grass on the ground is shining with round crystal beads. She walked side by side with me, but at that moment, my face flushed.
The unhappiness of the last two days has completely disappeared, replaced by my shame. It's still raining, and the cool wind blows through my hair, but I don't feel cold at all. Instead, a warm current flows into my heart.
Do you know the 500-word warm current composition 12? I have a teacher who is amiable and gentle, just like our mother, reminding us what to do at all times. She is my dear teacher Jin.
Teacher Jin has given us a lot of help in life. For example, Teacher Jin recently took us downstairs for a run. For example: cover us with a quilt when it is cold; For example, when it is hot, let's drink more water. Teacher Jin is very serious in class, and every knowledge point should be talked about until he understands it. Teacher Jin also gave us a lot of help in our study. For example, when students have no chance, Mr. Jin will patiently explain to them again and again until they understand the explanation.
I remember one day in the next semester of Grade Three, I went to school activities. As a result, I missed a math class. I remember that class explained the vertical calculation of division, which was very important, and assigned class homework, and the homework of that class must be handed in before the start of school, otherwise you can't go home! This is terrible. School will be over soon, but I haven't done my homework yet. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. The worst thing happened. When I made up my homework, I found that I couldn't do it at all. what can I do? I scratched my ears and cheeks anxiously. Just then, Teacher Jin came into the classroom, saw this photo of me, and told me to look for her. She explained it to me. Suddenly, the anxiety in my heart disappeared instantly, and a warm current poured into my heart. When I stepped onto the platform, Mr. Jin looked at my book and held a pen. He taught me how to write this number and that number carefully. After repeated explanations, I finally mastered the calculation method of column sag. Looking at teacher Jin's kind face, I was moved to tears. At this time, I understood a sentence: "One day as a teacher, one life as a father".
Dear teacher Jin, you are my teacher and my mother at school.
Warm current composition 500 words 13 love, not extravagant, not complicated, it is by your side, and you may really feel it when you look back.
One day, I was playing in the fitness area downstairs. I'm playing with leg exercise equipment. If I am not careful, my foot slipped and got stuck in it. I can't move, I can't get in, let alone drag it around. What's more, my feet hurt so much that my shoelaces are entangled. If I call my parents now, they can't hear me and there's no one around. I'm sweating with anxiety.
I don't know how long it took, but a strange uncle walked by me with something, looked at me with a smile and a sad face, and asked, "What's the matter with you?" Kid. "
"I ... my foot is stuck. I said with tears in my eyes. My uncle approached, squatted down, gently hugged my leg, observed for a while, and said, "Nothing, I'll try. "He carefully wound the shoelaces, reached behind, took off my shoes, put my feet straight, pushed the iron bar next to him, squeezed my feet tightly, and slowly moved out, asking," Does it hurt? " "Doesn't it hurt?" I gritted my teeth and said. Enduring the pain, I finally moved half a step outward. My uncle comforted me and said, "Close your eyes and bear it. It will soon be all right." He tilted my foot quickly and pulled it out at once.
My foot was finally out of danger, and my uncle let out a long sigh, and the frown finally unfolded. He rubbed my feet and made me move and walk more. The pain gradually eased, and my uncle smiled and said, "My feet seem to be all right, but they look like braised pig's feet, haha!"
At this time, I can't find a better word to express my feelings except to say "thank you" repeatedly. My uncle waved his hand and said, "Be safe next time you play." I looked at my uncle's distant back and felt warm in my heart.
Warm current composition 500 words 14 moved by that deep love, because moved, my heart rushes with that warm current. In this world, there will always be someone who loves you forever. Yes, there will always be such a person, I firmly believe. I still remember a person who said that he would stay with me forever and love me forever. At that time, I was deeply moved by this sentence, and my heart always felt so warm. I still remember that there was such a person who would make me a cup of milk tea in the cold winter with this heavy milk tea in his hand. I was too moved to speak. Only then did I know that I couldn't say it if I was really moved. Drinking this cup of milk tea mixed with deep love makes my cold heart hot. This may be the power of love. I felt it, so I was destined to be warm and moved. I still remember a person who waited for me every day in order to make me eat on time, and if I didn't go, he "threatened" me not to go. At that time, I was so angry that I thought how could there be such a stupid person. Later, I knew it might be love.
If I don't eat, some people will feel so painful that they can't swallow delicious food. I still remember this person who sent me back to my dormitory on countless cold winter nights. I asked him, "Are you cold?" "Not cold, because you are by my side." I was stunned. I lay in bed that night and couldn't sleep. I was shivering with cold for this "big truth", but I stubbornly said it was not cold, but who knows, I was deeply moved by this sentence. Until now, as long as I think of this sentence, my heart is warm. I still remember that there was such a person who would cry because he was separated from me. At that time, my heart was so painful that I couldn't say those comforting words. Some are just silent and firm, and there is a warm current in my heart ... This winter may not be cold, because someone's love surrounds me, touches me, warms my heart and won't be afraid of the cold outside. Thanks to the people who love me, thank you for your warmth, so that I am no longer cold in this cold winter, and I am warm because of your love ... My heart is full of warm current again. ...
Since my leg was put in a plaster, I found that my classmates' attitudes towards me have changed, and even common sense ignored my Hu Kun and began to care about me. I think the most suitable person for me is Sun Hao.
At noon that day, I only listened to Ding Lingling. The bell rang in the last class in the morning, and I watched my classmates walk out of the classroom one by one. At noon today, I couldn't walk because my leg was in plaster, but my father couldn't come back in Tangxi, and my mother couldn't carry me, so I had to ask the teacher at the pick-up point to deliver my meal. I sat quietly in my seat and thought to myself: It seems that the only thing that can accompany me at noon today is loneliness. Suddenly, I found another person in the empty classroom. Isn't he my good friend Sun Hao? Why doesn't he go home? I asked, "Sun Hao, why don't you go home?" He replied, "You are my best friend. You must be lonely alone at noon. I intend to accompany you. " I was very excited at once, but I was sad at once. I asked him, "But do your parents allow me?" "Nothing, just make a phone call." So, Sun Hao called his mother. He talked with his mother on the phone for a long time and finally persuaded her. Ask the teacher at the pick-up point to cook more meals at noon. We eat together, do our homework and read together. One afternoon, although it was just the two of us, I didn't feel lonely with Sun Hao around. Here, I would like to express my gratitude to Sun Hao.
Thank you, Sun Hao. You are really my good friend. At the same time, I also thank other students for their concern and love for me!