In warm spring, I cried and wrote my composition.

1. Warm Spring Composition Spring, a season when everything is revived, a season when butterflies are buzzing and dancing, and a season when flowers are in full bloom, also warms people's hearts in this warm spring ... In the early morning, when I left home, a gust of wind blew, with the fragrance of the earth and the brilliance of the rising sun, refreshing.

I came to the park to relax on the bench and experience the breath of spring, when several baby cries interrupted me, "Hey? Whose child is crying? Parents don't care! " I cried my eyes out out of curiosity. I froze. A baby was crying loudly under a tree, and the branches were swaying in the wind. Crying makes everyone who hears it look. Soon, people were all around. People are talking about this inexplicable baby. Some people say they will send the baby to an orphanage. Some people say they will take their children home. One of the middle-aged women came out. She was hunched over with a child on her back. ? "A voice came from the crowd:" The child is hungry! " After listening, the woman took out the baby bottle and fed the inexplicable baby. At this time, the woman's own child began to cry. She quickly comforted: "don't cry, baby ~ let little sister eat the milk, and we will go home to eat later!" Time stopped, and the child's parents seemed to be moved, crying and saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we can't bear to throw the child away, but there is nothing we can do about her illness." ... ""He is your own flesh and blood! How dare you! The child is innocent. You are cruel. Take the child back quickly! " "But" passers-by saw this scene, you gave 10 yuan, and I donated 10 yuan. The child's parents shed tears of emotion, and I was moved ... "Sugar seller! One yuan each! "With prestige, sugar man became an old man. Seeing that the sugar man is exquisite and crystal clear, I am preparing to buy one. A truck ran over and I don't know who pushed the old man aside. " Mao (surname) ... "With a cry, all the sugar people fell to the ground, covered with dust, and now they are totally ashamed. Seeing this, the old man stamped his feet with anger and the driver came down. I don't know who it is. When I saw the word disaster relief written on the car, I said, "Look, this car is pulling relief supplies! "The old man quickly said," Young man, you are here to deliver relief supplies! " We have to hurry this time. Let's go! People in disaster areas are very important! You don't have to worry about sugar people! ""But "someone spoke again:" But what? ! Let's go "The driver looked at everyone with grateful eyes and left, but where is the sugar man on the ground? Someone said, "Grandpa, I'll buy two sugar men here! "The candy seller said," But everything on the ground is dirty! " "This sentence didn't work. Everyone bought it, but no one went to pick up the sugar man on the ground. Every penny in the old man's hand represents everyone's affection. The old man was moved to speak, and then the crowd dispersed ... I continued to lie on the bench, remembering two touching things, and a warm current came to my heart. These two things show the beauty of people's hearts, and everything sees the beauty of the world. The sun seems to be high in the sky. It's so beautiful, it's people's beautiful hearts, which are rendered by people's laughter and laughter. People's warm hearts and beautiful spring are integrated to form the most beautiful, gratifying and beautiful warm spring in the world.

2. Writing "Warm Spring" feels that I hate people who are moved, and I hate people who have been crying for many years. The movies I watch are all so-called large-scale commercial films or cartoons that others think are extremely naive, because these can give me enough space to protect my weak and helpless heart, the heart that always wants to cry and want to get rid of the protective layer I have tried to build, so I try not to touch it and remember him on weekends. After watching a movie called Warm Spring, I was moved to tears, but I was embarrassed to cry. Yes, it is amazing that a big boy can be so emotional. I seem to feel the lethality of this movie, and I keep prevaricating myself with jokes. Finally, I decided to watch Warm Spring. I just cried from beginning to end. I couldn't help crying for several years, and my heart was very tormented. My brain is out. I am not only a poor little flower who sympathizes with my grandfather, but also pity myself for losing my true self. There are several images in the whole movie that have been lingering in my mind. The windmill trampled by my aunt tore my heart out and cried. I unconsciously cried from silence to loudly grandma's windmill. The only connection between my relatives in Kobanawa is that the windmill is crushed under this cruel foot, with grandma's body temperature and grandma's caressing wind. Cars and windmills, why are you made of paper? Why do you want to disappear from your life so easily, and you are so reluctant to leave your child's memory? Are you nostalgic? Are you worried about the little white rabbit that Xiaohua cherishes very much? "Mother, I think the little white rabbit is the most pitiful animal." "Why do you say that, my child?" "Because the pig barks when it hurts, but the white rabbit can't bark, it hurts the most." Xiaohua is holding her little white rabbit, thinking that the tears of mom, dad and grandma are falling. I can't say that what she earns is my tears. I used to cry so sadly, but my relatives are still with me. Xiaohua is like a little white rabbit. I can't say it. I just silently savor the human suffering. Wouldn't it be happier if rabbits could talk and call flowers? Those eyes that saw the bicycle suddenly glow thought it was just a trip. It is when Xiaohua is happiest that she is mercilessly beaten. Looking at her sitting behind my aunt's car, I hummed happily and felt the breath of nature. My heart suddenly fell into the ice room, such an innocent child, I will never see my grandfather again. "Aunt, I am obedient, and I will never ride a bike again! Aunt, take me back, I will be obedient! " I kept crying after my aunt and bike until I fell down and was exhausted ... "My favorite person is my grandfather!" " ""teacher, can you give me a batch of homework written in pencil in the future? In this way, I can erase the words on the old books and reuse them, so that grandpa won't have to work so hard to chop wicker up the mountain. " "This is a fat aunt to boiled eggs. Grandpa doesn't eat flowers or eat. "Poor eyes, that cherish grandpa's heart, don't only in that kind of predicament, can we really find the family around us? Have we well-fed children neglected too many details of life? It is raining cats and dogs. Grandpa is still chopping wicker on the mountain, in order to weave more bamboo baskets and save more money for Xiaohua to go to school. On that winding path, grandpa walked step by step in the mud. I prayed silently and whispered that grandpa should be careful. Xiaohua can't live without you. Grandpa must be very slow. I thought grandpa would leave us a storm, but the director made me smile through tears for the first time in the film. Grandpa survived! I don't know what words to use to describe my feelings at that time. I'm just happy and happy. Grandpa is so touching that my heart can't bear it, but I didn't expect that there would be a scene that made me forget everything and burst into tears. As it turns out, Zhu Bao was also adopted by my grandfather. Grandpa always loves his children so much. He always calls Zhu Bao "baby". He has always regretted and blamed himself for not letting his baby go to school and walk out of the mountains. I can't wait to shout out "Grandpa, my good grandpa, you are our good grandpa! "My whole life is for children, for those who have written so many words and shed so many tears in their bad life since childhood. My heart finally has no last line of defense. It's free. I don't know what to say. Take us back to that endless space with Xiaohua's words. " It is love that makes me grow up and makes me understand that life is more than blood. "

3. My thoughts on Warm Spring How do I want to write this composition well? Today, all our teachers and students in Grade Three went to the multimedia room to watch the movie Warm Spring.

After watching this movie, I felt really touching. Some students even moved to tears, and I felt a lot! There are many scenes in this movie that can make people cry. Xiaohua is an orphan and was picked up by a simple grandfather. Xiaohua likes her cleverness, cleverness and understanding, but her family is already poor. Grandpa's daughter-in-law felt that one more person in the family had an extra burden, so she tried her best to drive Xiaohua away. Xiaohua did not hate her aunt, but influenced her with practical actions. Even when she knew that her aunt needed thousands of insects in the field to cure her illness of not having children, she stayed in the field all night to help her catch insects without thinking, not afraid of mosquito bites and night terrors, and finally touched her aunt. Equally touching is that Grandpa Kobanawa finally got the chicken, but they kept giving in to each other and finally let a fat chicken thigh fall to the ground.

Don't they all like chicken? No, they all want to save the best for each other. Xiaohua is distressed by Grandpa, and Grandpa is distressed by Xiaohua. Many students were moved to tears when they were put here at that time.

Really touching! I think Xiaohua's spirit is worth learning. She insists on hard work and self-study in a tough environment, is filial to her elders, is smart and polite, can impress others with sincerity, is simple and frugal, and puts herself first. Looking back on myself now, my parents have created such a good learning environment and living environment for me. Sometimes I will be willful, picky eaters, and occasionally absent-minded in class. It's really wrong

4. Warm Spring Comments 600 words [Warm Spring Comments 600 words] When I watched the movie "Warm Spring", I was greatly moved and tears quietly flowed down my cheeks. Time and time again, review 600 words in warm spring.

When I saw grandpa chopping wicker and weaving bamboo baskets in order to have enough money for Xiaohua to go to school. One day, grandpa went to cut wicker, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. Grandpa had to carry a laundry list and walk hard step by step.

Being weak, grandpa couldn't stand the storm and fell on the wet road. Just when Xiaohua came to pick him up, he saw his grandfather fall to the ground and went to help him up and take him home. When I got home, grandpa was in a coma and the whole family was in a hurry. Xiaohua saw that Grandpa had been in a coma and reported that Grandpa was crying.

Grandpa finally woke up. After a few days, Xiaohua can finally go to school with everyone's help.

She is the first in every exam, and she feels "600 words of Warm Spring". Because she knows that her study is hard-won.

What about us? I don't know how to cherish learning, and I don't know that tuition is paid by my parents. Xiaohua didn't hate her at all when I saw my aunt trying her best to send her away.

Once, my aunt accidentally scalded blisters. Xiaohua tried to help her, but was pushed to the ground by her aunt, and her hand bled a lot. Xiaohua got up in pain and ran to invite her neighbor's aunt and uncle. What about us? If someone accidentally hurts you, they will retaliate.

Seeing that Aunt trampled Xiaohua's windmill, she found Grandpa in tears and threw herself into his arms. Late at night, grandpa made a beautiful windmill for Xiaohua with trembling hands. Xiaohua was so happy that she ran around the yard with a windmill. What about us? I don't care about my toys at all. I buy them when they rot. Every time I see the tears in Xiaohua's eyes, I can't help but shed my own tears. In fact, in real life, there are many children like Xiaohua.

Therefore, we should cherish life, study hard and live up to our parents' hopes. Whether we are rich or poor, as long as we are serious, poverty will become rich and wealth will become happiness. [600 words "Warm Spring" review composition] Message with the article: The curtain of the life stage may be opened at any time. The key is whether you are willing to perform or choose to escape.

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I shed tears that time. I always like to listen to the relentless and endless ticking of the pendulum alone. The melody of life is rippling in the silent room, and loneliness is also a kind of enjoyment, but it is not entirely because of this. More importantly, it can hold many beautiful memories.

When I was a child, I liked to cry. The gushing tears always concentrate my father's attention. I also like flying kites. These two hobbies are closely linked. I cried. My father coaxed me first, and then took me out to fly a kite. Flying a kite alone is not fun at all. I didn't know what happiness was until my father took my little hand and ran under the vast sky. Although I fell down every time, I still smiled.

I like that kind of free flight, and I also like that kind of "very influential" crying. I often think that childhood is the happiest. However, this kind of happiness will not last long, just like a kite, urged by the wind and falling into the sea of clouds. A broken kite will only attract another cry.

The clock ticks and the pentium melody is suffocating. In a blink of an eye, I will go to school, on the day when the kite line is broken. The river of years washed me to the other side. I see that everyone seems to be looking for something in this stream, just like I am looking for that kite.

From then on, my father never took me to fly kites, because I grew up. My father always said that he was busy. He took me with him when I was a child because I was afraid of crying. There is no need to grow up now.

Why? Do you have to be a child to win the pain of adults? A transparent liquid flows out of the eyes ... only crying quietly, unlike when I was a child, I opened my mouth and made a "wow" sound. Don't want to grow up, but what can I do?

So, I began to recall flying kites as a child, accompanied by a tireless clock.

The pendulum is ticking, and each ring marks that life is shortened by one second, which indicates that the moment in life that nature has given to each of us is gone forever. I don't want to grow up, not only because I don't want to experience birth and death, but also because I am attached to and want to stay in my childhood forever. ...

Don't want to grow up, an inexplicable sadness and sorrow turned into tears and drew tears on my face. With the clock, it stung my heart with its gloom.

Time is pushed back for another two years. I saw Laura in the library? Richard wrote Looking for the Clock. After a long meditation, tears fell on the paper: "Time will always pass. Since we can't let it stay somewhere, please try to enrich your life with fresh and energetic things, so maybe your memories will be more exciting. "

Until now, I still like to listen to the pendulum alone. Although ruthless, it can bring some good memories. Occasionally I will cry, in the cold reproach.

6. The proposition composition "Warm Spring" hopes to be helpful to the landlord, and hopes that the landlord will adopt it: Warm Spring.

After the long winter, people hope that spring will last forever; Listening to the inculcation makes people feel that they are in the spring breeze, which adds bright colors to poetry; Spring rain makes the picture full of vitality.

Spring is not only the first semester of the four seasons. In my dictionary: spring is beautiful; Spring is the best expectation and affectionate sustenance.

Field, my love. I like to set foot on the free and cheerful path of the field alone in this spring in full of green. I don't want to experience the poet's hermit style in warm spring; Nor to pursue the spring breeze and the moving scenery of Xu Lai. It is precisely because Lu walked out of the "cold winter" customized by human beings with self-centeredness that he found his true self lost in the cold winter under the influence of natural spirit.

Vilen stay quietly, just looking at it. Looking at the warm blue sky, my sincere face and open eyes in the water, I know I can enjoy it to my heart's content-endless warm spring affection.

The quiet field, like a kind old man, reflects the bright spots of the sun. Leaning against the willow trees by the river to welcome the spring, I found the fish gathered and swayed to me freely (this article was collected and sorted by Fan Wenjia). I was shocked and suddenly understood that the fish in the river are happily welcoming the arrival of warm spring. They seek the freedom of spring in the most common natural laws. ...

Spring, the yearning of all things! It has the power to decide fate! In spring, everything comes back to life, and we are moved by the magic of creation. At the same time, our mood changes slowly, and my life is full of colors! Spring warms people's hearts and society! Perhaps, people will reflect; Perhaps, like me, we can walk into the embrace of warm spring, sort out the sadness of life and find our "warm spring".

7. The compositions in Warm Spring, Warm Spring, Qian Fan by the shipwreck and Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree survived the cold winter.

-inscription 1. If life is four seasons, I have always had the feeling that life is actually made up of countless "four seasons", and these four seasons refer to countless experiences in life. We didn't know the meaning of spring until we experienced the disastrous snow and ice disaster on February 15, 2005.

Only after great suffering did we know the joy of success. Only after experiencing the "cold winter" in life can we usher in a warm spring.

Helen Keller ushered in her winter when she was born. Her congenital disability should make her very depressed. She died silently like a flower in the wrong season. But she is a plum blossom, and it is in cold days that her fragrance can spread for a long time.

As the saying goes, "Plum blossoms come from bitter cold", and her strong perseverance and immortal courage are amazing. Hawking, in the most brilliant golden age of his life, suddenly ushered in the "winter" in his life without warning. Muscle atrophy made him lose almost everything, but instead of panic and decadence, he used his knowledge and his few movable fingers to take us into the mystery of the universe.

Yes, if life is four seasons, then the cold winter must be followed by warm spring. Suppose we are a tree. Suppose we are a tree, then suffering is a storm.

They attacked us again and again. It doesn't matter, as long as we take faith as the root and ideals as the branch, then we will gain a foothold in the raging storm.

We are conifers, redwoods and poplars. We are swaying in the cold winter, yearning for the sky, deeply rooted in the desert, and never flinch despite the wind and rain! Meng Ziyun: "Heaven has given us great responsibilities, so we must first suffer from our minds, our bones and muscles, our bodies and our skin, and our actions. Therefore, patience has benefited them a lot. "

Shun was promoted from the field, from the bricklayer, glue from the work of selling fish and salt, Guan Yiwu was released from prison officials and promoted to the position of photograph, Sun Shuaio was promoted to the court from the seaside, and Prissy was promoted to the position of photograph from the street ... right? Only after suffering can we become strong inside. Dumas could have grown up under his father's aura, but he refused.

He doesn't want to grow up under his father's protection. He changed dozens of pen names, and finally one day, he became famous for La Traviata.

He knew that saplings protected by big trees could not stand the wind and frost. Only when they have experienced wind and frost and feel hungry will the trunk become hard, life will be tenacious and full of emotion. Suppose we are a tree, then after the storm, we will definitely see the sunshine.

Third, before the warm spring comes, we need to be strong. Sima Qian wrote down historical records after he went to prison, which made future generations applaud. Gou Jian, the King of Yue, finally avenged his national humiliation. Wen Tianxiang left a swan song of "Who has never died since ancient times, save his worries and repair his history", and Fan Zhongyan recited the famous sentence of "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself" ... The shocking works we have seen are always after the cold winter of life. "Qian Fan is beside the sinking ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree."

Liu Yuxi used two metaphors to tell the eternal truth. Isn't that what it is? There are so many flowers falling in the cold winter that only plum blossoms can look up or down. As the saying goes, "A hundred flowers are ashamed of the cold winter, only plum blossoms are Ao Shuang"! A life without setbacks has no gains, and a smooth life does not know the joy of success. That's exactly what I mean.

Isn't it after tossing and turning, after enduring unbearable pain, that happiness floats in front of us like dawn? We need to be strong before the warm spring comes. That's right. Sometimes, I sail in the deep sea with muddy sails.

Warm spring appears before the cold winter, in other words, warm spring appears after the cold winter. Perhaps when the warm spring comes, we can really understand that it is the painful journey of winter that gives life all kinds of brilliance and infinite meaning.

Through the cold winter, warm spring is ahead.

8. Write a composition of about 450 words with the topic "I cried", and I cried.

Some people say that crying is unbearable pain and it is also a sign of happiness. But it is these glittering and translucent tears that string together a touching scene.

It was a silent night. I slept in the bed, but I couldn't sleep again and again. All I can think about is my mother dragging her tired body to work, all for me. "Du ..." I didn't know it was my mother until a motorcycle whistle brought my dream back to reality. My mother goes out early and comes back late every day, and she has to worry about my study when she comes back. . . Thinking of this, I got up from the bed, pulled on my sandals and walked out of the door. At that moment, I was shocked by everything in front of me. Is that my mother? Is that my mother who is wrinkled and tired? My eyes blurred and something called "tears" flowed out. In order not to let my mother know, I climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep. After a while, my mother came to my bedside, stroking my hair and mumbling, "My child, my sensible child …" At this moment, I felt like raindrops were hitting my head and face. I narrowed my eyes and saw tears rolling on my mother's face and cheeks. At this moment, I can't restrain myself any longer. I got up and hugged my mother and cried. Tears are real, and the love between mother and daughter breaks through the silence of the night.

Looking at my mother's face aging prematurely because of overwork, I made up my mind to study hard and repay my good mother with excellent results. ...

9. What a simple and ordinary look to write a text with "I cried again"! However, it occupies a very high position in my heart. In the long river of memory, there is always a "book story" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. Whenever I hold a book with a cover, I can't help thinking of the past. ...

How important books are to me! If I believe that life comes first, then books must be second only to life-second. I have cried for books, and I have been sad for books. Maybe this is my attachment to books. Every time I read a book "Retirement", I feel extremely sad, just like digging half my flesh. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. I can't bear to dig up my own flesh and blood.

Not only that, I also "sold my life" for the book. It's hard to believe, but this is definitely not a lie, but the truth from the heart. In the second grade of primary school, my brother learned a book for me, and I like it very much. But because my knowledge is not deep enough, it seems difficult-I have to look it up in the dictionary. One day, I was sitting on the shore of a shallow pond. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but I have no intention of enjoying it. I still hold the book in my hand and watch it. But when I looked it up in the dictionary, the precious book "slipped away" and fell into the pond with a bang. For a moment, I was like an animal without a soul. I plunged into the pool and tried to save the textbooks in the water. The book was moved, but that regrettable thing happened again. It's unfair for me to swim! I'm not tall enough to step on the ground. I struggled in the pool with my book in my arms. Maybe it was providence. At this moment, my eldest brother appeared and I was saved. However, when I got home, I was beaten and scolded. I cried, and my eyes were filled with infinite pain and sadness, but not because of being beaten, but because of the unfortunate experience of the book. All the books were soaked. When I opened them, I saw the muddy one ... and I cried again. Maybe you will make fun of my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, I'm afraid you can't help it.

Books, my lifelong dream is to have books all over the world. I even dreamed of it, but maybe it's an unattainable wish. However, I don't feel desperate, because in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, books have cultivated my sentiment and accompanied me in my growth and life. Therefore, I am extremely gratified. But a word of caution: they are all healthy and meaningful books!