Write a composition on the theme in a warm classroom.

1. How to write an article about a warm classroom "Only strict discipline can lead to a warm classroom" Looking at the artistic chalk on the blackboard, I can't help looking around, hmm, warm. ...

Nothing stands out more than those four Chinese paintings. Cherry, parrot ... not only adds a little book fragrance to the classroom, but also looks lively and elegant.

Look at the three big scarlet letters on the side: Love Corner. And below, it is a pink heart-shaped board, which is full of grateful hearts: thank you … thank you …

Slightly to the left, huh? Black on blue background: biological horn. Here are all the plants brought by the students: asparagus, cactus ... it looks so comfortable!

Next is ... book corner! Hehe, this is the beloved baby donated by the whole class! There are science and technology, literary creation, fairy tales and foreign classics ... Enjoy spiritual food and don't forget others' help!

There is also a beautifully designed blackboard newspaper with illustrations, paragraphs and eye-catching headlines, which is enough to feast our eyes!

Finally, give a message to the training part of the team. Shen Daxia's message reminds us that team training is ingenious, and even team photos are cut and pasted along the outline, which is full of three-dimensional sense and unlimited creativity!

Oh, no, that's not the end, because there is the joint efforts of the whole class. Make progress together, abide by the class training and unite as one. Looking around at the classmates, their faces are filled with eternal joy and happiness!

2. Writing a composition with a warm deskmate as the main topic, remembering the deepest 800 words has left me with deep pain. The story is over, but the scar is still there. After that, there is no longer a trace of warmth left, and the past regrets are perfunctory with a false smile. When the sun shines into the window, the outline of the face is revealed, but it will never be seen-the curvature of the corners of the mouth and the shadows cast are clearly visible.

Inscription I am an indifferent person, no one can feel warmth from me, and no one will give me warmth. I was so ignored that I ran away after sweeping twice and was forgotten. Because no one knows me, I began to like to keep a diary, to record my feelings, and to hide from being discovered. All this is not because of my withdrawn personality, but more because of the broken memories and arcs of the past. I still miss it, I still miss it, and I persist stubbornly, because my feelings for her are too deep to forget the past. I will never get rid of the memories of the past, and my mood will always wander in the past stories and vague dreams, reaching the edge, but I can't get rid of it. Reaching the acme of friendship, I drew a circle and enclosed myself in it.

She looks ordinary, after all, I have known her for a long time. At first, my attitude towards her was very general, just a classmate. There is no need to be so cautious. She doesn't care much about me either. But then, somehow, we got along well with her, and our relationship gradually became ordinary friends. Later, we got to know each other a little. Although she can't see through my heart, after all, she doesn't know some of my past events. I have been to her grandmother's house, which is my favorite paradise. There is peace and harmony, and there are many purest things there. For example, waterfalls, deep reservoirs, quiet bamboo forests, cute puppies, and fruit trees that smell of fruits. I like that place, like picking honeysuckle and raspberries with her, eating the freshest oranges and basking in the warmest sunshine. My experience with her in that beautiful place is my most precious and beautiful memory.

I know her better and better, and her understanding of me is not only superficial. She knows my painful memories, those I want to forget but dare not forget. Although I have never regarded her as a friend, she doesn't mind. She touched me bit by bit with her most sincere behavior. I don't think of her as someone outside my life, but she can't be my friend. I know that she understands all my thoughts, but it is natural and beautiful to be happy together all the time. We don't want to let it go, we all want to keep this most natural beauty. She didn't lie to me, I lied to her; She told me everything she knew, but I was too stingy to tell her everything I knew.

On my birthday, she gave me my favorite JJ Lin pillow and photo album, but I always miss her, but I forgot my birthday. All I know is that I took her gift and left happily with others. I didn't even say goodbye or thank you, and even left her alone. I didn't consider her mood, didn't consider her feelings, I'm sorry! On the day when my mother was not at home, I thought I had nowhere to go for lunch. My friend, who usually cares about me, found an excuse to refuse, but he still agreed to me happily. Moreover, she gave me a big winter jujube and my favorite Sprite, which I know-she didn't eat as much as me.

During the sports meeting, she accompanied me to practice and gave me fried dumplings from her family. One cold night, she took me home by bike, and disappeared into the vast darkness alone. I know, she is also afraid of the cold, she will be afraid, and her home is far from mine. In order to help me exercise, she accompanied me to the playground early and practiced in the sun. In the afternoon, after people left, she accompanied me to practice my shortcomings. In order to practice better, she took me to her house for lunch; She lent me her clothes in order to run better. Besides, every night, she rides me home as usual. I was nervous in the 200-meter race. She gave me encouragement. I hurt my foot and she helped me. I was thirsty, and she helped me get water. Besides, she accompanied me through the difficult 200-meter journey. I only heard her cheer me up on the way.

I started to move, I felt warm, I felt friendship. It was she who opened the closed window of my heart and brought me warmth and strength. What I see is no longer a gray world without temperature, because she-helped me find the lost temperature. Thank you, thank you for accompanying me along the way, thank you for never leaving, and thank you for your unrequited friendship. However, I can't completely forget myself and walk out of that lonely world, but in front of you, I will give you the truest smile and give you all the power I can. I will also hug you, comfort you, understand you and sympathize with you. Just because you gave me the truest beauty.

Conclusion: You let sincere friendship bloom, let warmth spill into my heart, let time bury the past, let friendship melt into cold, and let me turn into my true self. Outside the window, the sun is still shining, the curtains are fluttering with the wind, and the place where the sun shines is very warm. Where the shadow is projected, the most sincere smile is also blooming. The corners of the mouth are always fixed in a beautiful and gentle arc.

3. Write a composition of 500 with warmth as the theme. Thank you for your warmth at home.

Everything has a home. The bird's home is the nest, the tree's home is the land, the cloud's home is the river, and the kite's home is the blue sky. They can all find happiness and warmth in their respective families.

Me too. I have a home just like theirs. Although it's only made of bricks. But what it contains is not air and dust, but the joy and joy of the world and the warmth of the world. This warmth can make me feel sad; Give me motivation when I am lost; It can bring me from youth to maturity.

A man who works outside. I feel dizzy after working all day. At this time, I am not interested in anything, and I can't get up when I see anything. It seems that work consumed all his energy in one day. At this point, he thought of a place. That's his home.

He knew that as soon as he got home. He will get rid of all kinds of things now and let him get rid of fatigue. Because there are amiable parents, considerate and loving wives and darling who look forward to his coming home every day. Everything at home can make him feel warm and happy. Only home can give him warmth and happiness!

Beethoven was a lonely music giant. Although he has many confidants and friends, he does not have a warm home. His nephew doesn't regard him as an elder, and he doesn't regard him as his own relative at all. This is a heavy blow to Beethoven's mind.

He is a celebrity, but he is looked down upon by people because of his disability. Often left out by others. Because he doesn't have a complete home to support. There is no warmth or happiness at all.

The warmth brought by home is the driving force of people's confidence. This is a testimony to happiness.

Please write a short essay on campus with the theme of "warm home". You can choose to write about scenery and warm home.

There is still a hint of coolness on campus, but New Year's Day has arrived.

"Ha ha ha ..." There were bursts of laughter from the students in the classroom of our class. Listening attentively, the guzheng sound, saxophone sound, singing and laughter are all integrated into a sweet symphony, such as the tide surging, and the four hosts walked onto the stage with smiles in the sea of applause. "Dear teacher, dear classmates, hello! Chinese New Year is coming, classmates, are you happy? ..... "With the sweet words, our little audience below are impatiently looking forward to the start of the party.

The first ones are Zhang, Chen and Wu from our class. They are from the choir, and they will sing The Way for us. The music began, and they waved to the audience with smiles on their faces, accompanied by a brisk music beat. Everyone is confident that they will win. "I stand in the morning ..." Their three faces flushed bright red, and we can clearly see that their breathing is getting faster and faster, but they are still trying to calm their uncontrollable excited hearts. Slowly, listening to this beautiful song, all the students around clapped their hands with the rhythm of the music, humming quietly in their mouths, and their eyes were full of excitement and joy. Before the end of their songs, there was warm applause in the class and the judges praised them again and again.

The next program will be varied. Playing guzheng, saxophone, telling jokes, guessing brain teasers … enliven the hearts of the audience.

Singing, musical instruments, laughter ... one after another. The party is over, and everyone is still immersed in this interesting activity.

This is the interesting life in our class, a happy family.

5. Write a warm story in the composition class on the topic of "What happened in the class"

Everyone will grow up, and everyone's experience is different, sometimes full of laughter, sometimes full of sadness and tears, sometimes full of regret and regret, sometimes ... as students, we spend the longest time with our classmates in the classroom, and what happens between classmates will be your precious experience. With it, you will become more mature and sensible. With it, your life will not feel empty, so it will become full. ...

I remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I was a top student, and I was the first in my main subject almost every time.

However, a new classmate came in the second semester, who is very cute, with two thick braids, a round face and big eyes. According to them, it seems to be transferred to our class. The "little devil" in my heart ran out to make trouble. It said to me, "If she comes, he may take away your first place, so you …" Then I didn't want to send her away. I have no courage. I just whispered in the crowd, "There are already many people in our class." I don't know if they heard it. The next day, she transferred to our class and sat in front of me.

Somehow, I gradually became good friends with her, with the person I once thought was the enemy, and I was the kind of bosom friend. When I am unhappy, she will listen to me. When I am happy, she will share with me. We talk about everything. We are neck and neck in our studies. In class, we explore the mystery together. After class, we played together and had a good time.

However, something unexpected happened, and one day, the two of us suddenly became stiff because of a small matter. I don't think I'm wrong. It's just her fault. She thinks she's not wrong. Later, after I calmed down, I thought about it and found that I was also wrong. But because I am timid and thin-skinned, I dare not admit my mistake directly to her, so I wrote a small note to apologize to her.

After class, everyone left, and the empty classroom was surprisingly quiet, leaving only Qin Xiao and me. I really feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. He seems to be waiting for something. I approached her slowly, and suddenly she came to me. Finally, we came together. I hesitated, thinking: If I don't apologize to her, will she never talk to me again? But I can't say it again. Then I threw my heart away and threw myself out! I don't care that much. I looked down and my face was burning. I carefully took out a small piece of paper from behind and handed it forward.

"Sorry, it's my fault!" I whispered.

However, almost at the same time, I heard her say she was sorry. It was almost unanimous. Looking up, I was stunned by what I saw. In front of me, she lowered her head and even held a small note in her hand!

We looked at each other, and then we laughed knowingly. ...

What an interesting moment, what an interesting moment, what a warm moment!

This is friendship, profound friendship, warm friendship!

After this incident, our relationship has become more iron. And closer.

But the good times are always short, and my good friend is leaving. At the graduation ceremony, we sang the song "Friends" together and watched her reluctantly leave. This scene lingered in my mind for a long time!

Friendship is an indispensable part of life. It builds a bridge between people and adds a rainbow bridge to the world.

It is not easy to meet a bosom friend on the road of life. It is not easy to be a bosom friend who knows, trusts and understands each other. Maybe once in my life, but I don't feel sorry, because I can have such a good friend even if I can only see him once. I will not regard it as the most precious treasure in my life, and I will cherish this beautiful and warm memory forever!

6. Ask for documents: Write a composition on the topic of I love my class. I love my senior one class, because she has brought me countless wonderful memories. It's her, accompanying me to study and grow up. She is like a warm home.

Every morning, birds fly into the blue sky, and we go to the classroom to learn knowledge. The classroom is our blue sky and our free space. I love her!

There are often violent storms in nature, which is terrible. Then everyone hurried into the classroom. The warm classroom is like a mother affectionately calling: "son, the weather outside is bad, it's safe here, come back soon!" " "We snuggled up in her arms and didn't want to leave. I love her!

It was dark and we couldn't read the words on the book clearly. It is she who brings us light. The warm fluorescent lamp shines, just like during the day, and we can fly freely in this blue sky again. I love her.

Our class is a big family. My classmates are my brothers and sisters, and my teachers are my parents. In class, sometimes, when I run into you, you don't haggle with me; You stepped on me, and I felt nothing happened. We are still good friends. We spent this happy time together, tasted the ups and downs together and experienced ups and downs together. It all depends on her. I love her.

Although students sometimes have some minor conflicts, they make up soon. Our class is very United. Sometimes our class competes with other classes. Although we are few, the final victory still belongs to us. Because we think in one place and work hard in another. Our class is very strong. Although we sometimes lose in the game, no one is discouraged. It's about trying, trying, trying, trying again. We will never discredit our class!

The students in our class all have lofty ideals and goals, and they all want to be talents who contribute to society and the country. We are studying hard under the guidance of the teacher-I love my classmates and I love my class!

Wait until one day, when the students grow hard wings and fly freely in the vast sky, we will definitely fly over Taishan International School, take a look at our lovely alma mater, and think about the wonderful time we spent together, as well as our Class 1, Grade 4!

My classmates and I will love her forever.

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7. Write a composition with warmth as the main topic. Time flies, and you can't stop to savor life. As for "happy events", I seldom notice them. Happy events, like gossamer, like dew falling from the tip of a leaf, like sunset, are ethereal and wonderful. I tried my best to keep it, but it was useless. The whole world has become boundless and tasteless. I walked out of the boudoir alone and went out to look for it. I found a stone bench and sat down, dragging my cheeks and staring ahead. A girl in a red dress walked lightly like a swallow, and a memory passed through my mind. The weather is crazy hot, and the classroom is like a steamer, although the electric fan is on. After class, the girls all took them out from under the desks. A girl who likes to flaunt herself most on weekdays said, "Yes! At least thirty-four degrees! " Another girl replied, "well, let's all wear skirts tomorrow!" How about it? " I wonder where this sentence came from. "That's a good idea. What about you, Sue? Also wear? " Asu is a girl with good writing style. She usually wears some simple clothes. At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Asu sitting alone. Asu didn't answer, as if he had answered the request silently. When she came home from school at night, she put down her schoolbag and ran to the closet to find out the red skirt that her mother gave her on her last birthday. Before going to bed, Asu put her skirt on the pillow with satisfaction and slept sweetly. In her dream, she looked around with admiration and envy. However, God seems to play a joke on her on purpose. At night, there was a strong wind and thunderstorm, and the temperature plummeted, but she didn't notice it. The next morning, Asu put on a red skirt and stood in front of the mirror. I don't know how long it took. When she went out, the cold wind kept blowing, and she seemed a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the sun is wrapped in impenetrable clouds; Look at the ground. It's full of water. "It's too late to go home and change," she thought nervously. "They will wear skirts? If it's just me, then. No, there should be one or two girls in the class. " Not many people come to the classroom. She sat alone in her seat, quietly waiting for the girl in the window skirt. The classroom is getting more and more lively, but no one is wearing a skirt. "Oh, look, how beautiful!" Sue knows that others are talking about her and what they mean. She shyly lowered her head and looked at the dazzling red skirt. "Hey, someone has plastic surgery, and today they are dressed beautifully!" This voice doesn't sound very friendly. "Hey, how handsome!" This sentence is a bit harsh. She shook her head vigorously. She doesn't believe that she, who is famous for her simple clothes, will wear this dress. She felt that every corner was full of strange eyes. A kind female classmate sensed Asu's mind and said to other lesbians, "Wear a skirt in the afternoon!" " The considerate students agreed. In the afternoon, Asu saw colorful skirts around her. She understood what was going on, and her heart was filled with joy and gratitude, which eventually turned into tears. It's cloudy, but she can see a meter of sunshine after clearing the clouds.

8. Warm composition with warmth as the topic

Today's classroom is particularly depressing. 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. ...

9. Write an article according to spatial order of My Classroom. Our classroom is located at the top of a four-story building in the northeast corner of the school. It is an east-west big classroom.

We have a clean, warm and spacious classroom. As soon as we entered the door, we were greeted by a bright red five-star red flag. On the left and right sides of the red flag are written four bright red and eye-catching Chinese characters-diligent and studious. It is to remind us at all times that every minute is very precious for learning. Under the words, there is a shiny black blackboard that sends batches of graduates to the school gate of middle school.

On the left wall of the classroom, there are several huge and bright glass windows. On the crystal clear and spotless glass, you can clearly see the changes in the street. Every window is dressed in unique clothes. This is a curtain specially made by the teacher. On the wall on the right, there are eternal famous sentences and famous sayings written by our classmates. Between the two walls, rows of clean tables and chairs are neatly placed, where students learn knowledge and thrive.

At the back of the classroom, there is a place to discharge biological horns. The teacher called on the whole class to plant plants together to add a green color to the class.

Here, it leaves me happy and sad; I was left with tears and laughter; Left me memories, and also left … I love my classroom because it is as warm as home!

10. Write a composition with the theme of warmth, 600 words. In today's class, it is particularly depressing. 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. ...