Five highlights of warm composition 1000 words.

Every warmth is precious and worth hiding. I would like to share with you some warm compositions of about 1000 words, hoping to help you.

About warm composition 1000 words or so 1

Time has stepped on the coldest moment of the year-walking on the ice in 3949. The cold that penetrates into the bone marrow is ruthlessly and equally devoted to every life. Longing for the warm sunshine and the return of spring has become people's thoughts.

In fact, warmth comes not only from the gift of nature, but also from the love of the world.

There was a heavy snow the other day, and everything remained the same. Between heaven and earth, it's all white and charming. Long-lost snow, landing on earth, people are happy, because snow is auspicious, because the snow scene is particularly enchanting. At the same time, due to the yellow warning of road icing, the next day's trip became a common topic for everyone.

The next morning, I walked out of the elevator in the community and came to the front of the building. I slipped and almost slipped. At this time, an aunt who lives in the same building immediately exclaimed: "Be careful! There is ice in front of our building, which is particularly slippery. " I quickly responded: "Nothing, nothing! Thank you for reminding me! " I walked carefully and experienced many dangers before I came to the bus stop sign. Pedestrians along the way will kindly remind them as long as they see that others are in danger. Warm, suddenly rising in my heart.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, the 2 17 bus finally came slowly. There are many people waiting for the bus, and there are already many people on the bus. With a new wave, the car is even more crowded. When I arrived at a station, there were too many people on the bus to get on. At this time, the driver's master shouted: "Don't squeeze, don't worry, just get on the bus from the back door!" " People rushed to the back door and finally got on the bus. There are many people in the car, there is no gap, and people are crowded and jostled. People who get on the bus from the back door can't squeeze into the front to pay by credit card, and the driver's master has no requirements. At this time, the driver's master must feel that it is not important not to give money. What is important is to help passengers travel safely.

After reading the news of the day, I know that the Zhengzhou municipal government has made preparations for a long time to cope with the impact of heavy snow on traffic. The snow melting agent was put away a few days ago, and the cleaning staff began to clean and sprinkle the snow melting agent at three or four in the morning after it snowed.

From the driver master to the government, from the government to the cleaner, I feel warm.

That day, I came to school at seven twenty. I thought it was not too late, just in time for snow removal. I don't know. I was shocked when I came to the gate. The snow at the gate is only a thin layer. When you enter the school gate, you are greeted by several cleaners, security guards and school leaders, who are working hard with brooms and shovels. There is only a thin layer of snow on the playground for a week. Later, after listening to the principal's introduction, I realized that several cleaners would come to the school to remove snow after five o'clock. This situation makes me feel ashamed and warm.

Because of the cold weather, the flu broke out, and I was also caught. Since yesterday, I have had a bad cough and my bones are falling apart. A classmate came to hand in my homework this morning and saw me coughing. He immediately asked, "Teacher, do you have a cold?" I couldn't speak, just nodded. He said, "teacher, my mother asked me to bring cold water, and I will give it to you!" " At this time, the cough came to an end, and I quickly said, "What will you do if I drink it?" He said, "It's all right, teacher. I'm fine. "Then he turned me down and took my cup. After a while, he brought me the cup. " Teacher, you drink quickly! "He urged me, my nose is sour and my eyes are wet. I took a sip, full of sugar cane flavor, and was immediately surrounded by warmth. I imagine him running out like a gust of wind and coming back like a gust of wind. In his heart, I hope to make the teacher get better soon.

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In this day of dripping water into ice, the warmth of these days has surrounded me again and again, making my heart constantly rise with happiness. None of this warmth comes from relatives, but it is because it is not from relatives that I am even more moved. Who can say that people are indifferent?

At this time, a song by Wei Wei clearly reminded me: "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a warm world." This is not difficult. As long as we open the barriers in our hearts, are willing to care about the people around us, and have a warm transmission and relay, this world is a warm world.

About warm composition about 1000 words 2

"Hurry up, hurry up and line up at the gate of the playground canteen. Our love package is here. " Teacher Wang said with a smile, if it weren't for the afternoon reading time, I guess the whole class would jump for joy, but because of excitement, the whole class quickly slipped out of the classroom before the teacher finished speaking. Everyone is full of expectations for this gift from afar.

On the other hand, this is the second time we have received a love package. The package sent to us for the first time contained schoolbags and various stationery, which gave everyone a surprise and touched everyone, so everyone couldn't wait to see the mysterious gift in this package.

At this moment, the whole class gathered together and waited very seriously. Teacher Wang said there were clothes in the package. We should pack separately according to color and size, and then assign tasks. The students are even more excited. It is our honor to distribute love packages for the whole school.

Just do it, and the students all got up their strength and started to work in their respective posts. The boy's task is to open the box, and the girl's task is to sort the package. There are two colors and three numbers. It's troublesome to separate these things, which makes us confused, but we still work hard. I feel that the two classes are almost over and the task is basically completed. Next, we distribute the packages according to the numbers and move them to the offices of all grades. Everyone was in full swing, and in a short time, all the parcels were distributed according to the number.

We are also tired and thirsty, but we are still very happy, so we hurry back to the classroom to get our bags. Happiness is really a good thing. It gives us endless energy. After working for so long, you can climb to the third floor so soon. You can imagine how excited we are.

Upon receiving the parcel, everyone opened it, put on their clothes and took a group photo with excitement. Don't mention how happy they are.

Spring rain, sprinkled on the body, a warm heart. ...

When we got home, my mother and I carefully arranged the clothes in the bag. There is a down jacket inside. It feels light, but it's warm to wear. The clothes are orange, but the cuffs are black, probably because the orange cuffs get dirty easily. My mother told me that wearing this color clothes and walking in rainy or foggy days will make drivers see more clearly, thus ensuring our safety. There are two pairs of socks in it, which are different. One pair is spring and autumn socks, the other is winter socks, and there are scarves and gloves. Mother said emotionally, "even I didn't think so carefully." That's very kind of you. When we were young, we couldn't even put on clothes. "

I was suddenly moved. I don't know how many days and nights these packages have passed and how many cities have passed before they came here. And how many days and nights charitable people spent making these packages for us, and how much love and warmth they contained. We are strangers, but they treat us like this, sending us the warmth of love from so far away, which not only embodies people's hearts and strength, but also shows the atmosphere of China society. Let everyone feel the happiness in this big family.

Thanks to those uncles and aunts who have never met before, we received this warmth and love from afar and deeply felt it. ...

About warm composition 1000 words or so 3

"Son, get up!" Mother's harsh voice broke the silence in the morning and pulled me back from my dream. "We're going to be late. If we slow down, we will miss the plane! " I rubbed my reluctant eyes, got up to wash, and lazily followed my parents to the taxi to the airport. Our family of three went back to their hometown in Jiangxi that day.

Although the early winter morning in Beijing is not very cold, the intermittent rain in the sky gradually makes me feel a little chilly. Sleepiness and hunger have always accompanied me to the airport.

As soon as I entered the waiting hall, there was a sea of people and people were buzzing. My parents went to get a room first. I looked around for a place to eat and hurried forward with some change my mother gave me conveniently.

At this moment, an old man who looked unclean came up to me. He asked me where there was a cheaper fast food restaurant. When he spoke, he showed a row of black, yellow, black and yellow teeth and an unpleasant smell. I frowned, and he grinned, and the wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed into a word "Sichuan" by him. At the moment, the only thing I can hear is my growling stomach, so I pointed impatiently.

I found Yoshinoya, rushed to the door, pushed it open, and the smell of beef rice came to my nose. I trotted into the queue, waiting for the delicious beef rice to reach my mouth. At this moment, a cold wind blew head-on, the door opened and a hunchbacked man came in. He is dressed in clothes that can't be worn out, and his feet are wearing a pair of funny leather shoes, which looks sloppy. Everyone in the restaurant gave a look of disgust. I take a closer look. Isn't this the one who asked me the way just now? Is he following me? Why are you here, right behind me? My heart suddenly became nervous and uncomfortable.

It's finally my turn. I can't wait to buy it and leave this place: "a bowl of beef rice, a cup of apple juice and a mashed potato." I quickly said. "A 50 yuan." The waiter said. I spread out the money and saw only 20 yuan! So I said, "Beef rice, then." "Oh, ok, a ***30 yuan."

I really panicked this time. Everyone in the back is looking at me, and some people are even urging me. I am so embarrassed that I really want to find a gap to get in.

"Kid, I have ten dollars here." A hoarse voice with a strong accent came. I turned around in surprise and found the old man standing behind me. He still smiled and handed me the crumpled ten-dollar bill. I looked at him again. His smile was so pure and clean, and the wrinkles on his face looked much softer, which made me feel warm instantly.

I think, maybe this ten dollars is his daily living expenses. Of course I won't take his money, but my stomach is growling with disappointment again. I was silent for a while and decided to wait for my mother to come before returning the money to the old man, so I took the ten yuan with the old man's hand on it.

Thank you. I turned to buy rice, and when I turned around again, I found that the old man was gone. I realized that the old man might only have this ten yuan, but he gave it to me. I hurried after him, but the old man was gone. ...

I feel guilty. Since then, I have been carrying ten dollars in my pocket at any time, hoping to meet the old man one day and return the money to him.

The old man's smile and figure have been deeply imprinted in my mind. ...

Thank you, old stranger.

It is you who let the young me know that there is still an unknown care in this world, pure and sincere, kind and warm!

About warm composition about 1000 words 4

Warmth doesn't care about the size, it just gives you a little when you need it, even if it is less, it will make people feel happy from a small warmth.

When the cold wind blew, I couldn't help but shrug my shoulders and rub my hands. Then I took a deep breath from my mouth and walked back with my handbag. It is still cold outside, but my throat still hurts. Because dike has to collect homework, rush homework and stop people, it's getting late and I'm the only one in school, which makes me sad. After all, people are not used to loneliness. ...

I have always been an extrovert. I went back to the dormitory without saying a word. I just put my things away and went to bed. A voice from outside said, "It's all the fault of the Chinese teacher, which kept me here for so long. The teacher won't scold him for my untidy homework, but only me. He called a fart! " My heart was violently pulled, a stream of acid rushed to my nose, tears swirled in my eyes, and my heart was very wronged.

The playful classmates came to the dormitory, laughing, and it was harsh in my ears at the moment, because no one noticed that I was disheartened. I began to hate this heartless world, turned over, put on an eye patch, and began to shield the world, making my heart cleaner. ...

Get up in ignorance, the sky is still dark, blue covers this heartless world, and my heart is still bothering ... touch the alarm clock at the bedside, but there is no one. Look again, find a piece of paper, and think bitterly: these guys, even if you play, you throw garbage on my bed, which is really hateful! Throw it away at dawn!

When the sun rises, there is a trace of blood in the sky and a ray of light breaks through the dawn. I walked out of the balcony and felt the cold wind. The news on the radio woke me up completely. Another cold day? Take a look in your pocket, there is a piece of paper that has not been thrown away! I took it out and was about to throw it away. For an instant, I trembled. There are several big letters on it: "Peggy, are you okay?" There are a few lines of fine print.

I unfolded this crumpled paper and read this "waste paper" carefully: "I saw that you were not feeling well the other day, so I gave you something in your cupboard ~-anonymous person."

Regardless of who this person is, I opened the cupboard door. On the middle floor, there was a small book and several boxes of things. I picked up the book, which was a complete collection of jokes. On the first page, there is a sentence: "Are you unhappy?" ? Give you a book and read it if you are unhappy in the future! "This handwriting is the same as that paper. I picked up another box of things, a box of cold medicine, and posted a piece of paper. "Recently, I see that you always sneeze. Take some medicine and be healthy! "There will be a box, is a golden voice. I picked it up and read it. It said, "China generation, read your work loudly. Is your voice okay? "

The softest place in my heart was attacked, and I was warm. Although I don't know who the anonymous person is yet, I gradually like the world. My cold heart woke up and I smiled. Looking around, only one hotel friend stopped to look at me. Seeing me, he cocked his head and smiled brightly: "anonymous people wish you happiness every day!" "

"hmm!" I smiled. At that moment, I felt as if the Wan Li glacier had melted. I asked, "Is it a little warm?"

I don't know where, when or who. A voice said, "Yes!"

In this cold world, someone will always give you a little warmth and melt the Wan Li Glacier.

About warm composition about 1000 words 5

The last time I wrote about my mother was probably in the fourth grade. Why should immature brushstrokes and overused routines be mentioned again? It is not that there is nothing to write about except "sick leave", nor that there is nothing to say except "rain and dew". But when I lift the pen, I always don't know where to put it.

Mom asked me, does she really have nothing to write?

No, it's not.

For me, she is a part of my life. From morning till night, her presence and company give me warmth and peace of mind. I find it difficult to separate and divide these scenes from time and then present their true colors on paper. I am ashamed that I can only describe what I saw in such poor language. Most of the feelings come from her, but because I am in it, I don't know where to start.

I am used to going out of my house every morning. School mornings are always in a hurry. The alarm clock is ringing, and I will get up in a few minutes at most if I don't want to. When we open the door, sometimes my mother comes face to face, and sometimes she is busy in the restaurant. Needless to remind, we all smiled and said good morning.

Accustomed to sitting by the bed, her hand brushed my hair. Accustomed to her urging me to have breakfast quickly, staring at my watch and tearing up the newspaper spread out in front of me. My eyes suddenly fell on the empty place, and sometimes I mumbled something discontentedly. Many times I bow my head and speed up my mouth movements. Accustomed to the door closing sound after the elevator door is completely closed. Every time I go out, my mother always insists on standing at the door and watching me walk into the elevator. Even if I close the door early, she will reopen the door, reminding me again to be careful on the road and pay attention to safety. She said, I won't rest assured if I don't leave.

Search in memory with the keyword "mom", and these trivial details always come to mind first.

I slept with my mother for a long time when I was a child. Listen to her, when I was a child, I only fell asleep in her arms. My mother took great pains for my sleep. Even though I was put to sleep through all kinds of hardships, as long as I put it on the bed, I would cry again and fall short. When I grow up, I can only sleep peacefully beside her. Even if there is only one wall, I am still afraid that she will go to the bathroom to wash. Lying alone in an empty big bed makes me flustered. During that time, I would suffer from insomnia from time to time. Even after tossing and turning for hours, my mother will accompany me patiently until I finally fall asleep.

Because of a special assignment recently, we began to read poems. Every night, I will take out a book of poems and sit on the sofa with her. We read How the Water of the Yellow River Moves Out of the Sky, We read After the Return of the New Moon of Lin Ping, We read The Story of Eternal Robbery and Eternal Robbery ... She said that my feelings were dull, I said that her tone was like that of a primary school student, and then the two of them laughed together. I like to regard her as a friend. When chatting, we talked about interesting things that happened at school, what songs were played on the radio, and whether we had our favorite dishes at noon. Even if it is something online, I am happy to share it with her. It's good to have someone who is willing to listen.

The love she gave me is not like a diamond, every corner shines; More like celadon in the Southern Song Dynasty, moist as water. This kind of love is not vigorous, not loud, but melting day and night. I have lived in this world for fourteen years and have many candles. They shine in endless darkness and light up the road ahead. Mom is not the only one, but she has always been there. Even if I keep running forward, chasing the distant light spot, I still turn back to the familiar light spot, and she is always there.

This warmth will always be there.

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