A composition with the theme of warmth

In daily study, work or life, many people sometimes write compositions. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is an essay on warm topics that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Composition 1 On the topic of warmth It was a rainy day. Lightning suddenly fell from the sky and made an earth-shattering noise. Rain like soybeans hit my umbrella, making a "snapping" sound, but my umbrella was originally small, and it hit my face from time to time, which was so cold and painful, but I had to keep going (I was studying calligraphy on my way home at that time). At this moment, an umbrella appeared on my head. Suddenly, my face didn't feel cold and painful, but felt a little warm. I looked back and found that my best tall classmate had covered my head with an umbrella. As a result, I was fine, but that classmate was wet by cold raindrops.

The next day, the dark clouds cleared, and I strode to the place where I was studying calligraphy as usual. Half an hour passed, an hour passed ... that classmate hasn't come yet. It turned out that he had a cold. At this time, only I know that he caught a cold for me.

On that day, I got the love of my classmates for the first time, and I got the love of my parents for the first time. Makes me extremely warm.

Although it was only a cold rainy day, the care that that classmate gave me melted the cold of that day and made me feel sincere feelings.

Warm as a composition topic for 2 nights, rambling, I walked alone in the street. In this endless street, I feel extremely dark and scared. A cold wind blew, which made me tremble. I held the paper tightly in my hand and looked at the poor score from time to time. I can't help but feel a cool breeze blowing in my heart, and my heart suddenly feels extremely dark and cold.

At this time, a cotton-padded jacket was draped over my tight shoulders, and I suddenly felt a warm current moistening my heart like a spring breeze. I looked back and saw my mother. She smiled kindly and said, "Why don't you go home so late?" I was a little incoherent, and my mother said, "Then go back quickly!" "I nodded my head.

On the way home, the wind has been whistling. Although I wore a cotton-padded jacket, I still felt cold, but my heart was warm. I looked at my mother. She wore only a thin dress and her nose was red with cold, but she had a fiery heart, which enabled her to overcome the cold and gave me the rest of her warmth without reservation.

The warmth my mother gave me was like a flaming flame. In warm words, she quietly revealed her selfless love for me. Now, when I reopen the floodgate of memory, I find that many things have been forgotten, but the warmth my mother gave me will remain in my heart forever.

Composition 3 is about warmth. The world is full of love. There are thousands of ways to express love, such as family, friends and teachers' love for students. These are unrequited love, which will make people feel warm psychologically.

It was a rainy evening, and the bean-sized raindrops were beating on the window. My mother couldn't pick me up because she was ill, so I had to ask Teacher Zhang to lend me an umbrella. Our teacher Zhang is a man who keeps his promise. Since he promised, he will certainly do it. After learning the news, the teacher didn't tell me immediately, but waited until the bell rang. Teacher Zhang dragged me to borrow an umbrella from the doorman. After coming down the stairs, I stopped at the entrance of the stairs. The teacher looked thoughtfully outside and turned to me and said, You wait here, and I'll borrow an umbrella. After that, the teacher rushed into the heavy rain without looking back and ran at a brisk pace to borrow an umbrella from the doorman. After a while, Teacher Zhang and I came back. The teacher looks a little depressed. His hair was wet with rain, and there were traces of rain on his clothes. The teacher scratched his head and said to me in a slightly sorry tone: the doorman didn't. I'll lend it to you. When the teacher was about to rush into the rain again, I immediately told the teacher that my friends who came home with me would lend it to me, and then turned around and left.

Although it's raining outside and it's a little cold, teacher Zhang's every move makes my heart warm at the moment.

Warmth is like sunshine shining on us, warmth is like maternal love caring for us, warmth is like friends caring for us, warmth. ...

Warm can be seen everywhere. On the bus, an old lady in her 70 s timidly held a bag full of things, which looked very hard. As soon as the old lady stood firm, a burly figure of a young man bumped into her body and scattered things all over the floor. At this time, just when the old woman was at a loss, another young man gave up her hard-won seat and helped her pick up things. Grandma used to pull a long face, but now she is cheerful! Warm mixed with selfishness and selflessness.

Warm can be seen everywhere. When going uphill, an old man with white hair rode an old tricycle with countless waste papers piled on it. When the old man couldn't ride up the hill, he pushed it down. Step by step, the old man doesn't know how much sweat he spilled. A young man saw it and came forward to help. At this time, the old man's cheeks, already soaked with sweat, suddenly beamed!

Warm can be seen everywhere. If you want to find warmth, you must have a kind and pure heart. If you treat others like this, others will treat you like this!

I still remember when I was a child, the cold winter made me breathless. In the dark, I can only wait for my mother's hug under the covers.

Every time before going to bed, I always look at my mother with my eyes and signal her to warm my feet and hands and take the rest of her body away. When will I think of my mother? I still remember that time, my mother couldn't keep me warm because of something, so I had to keep myself warm under the covers. It was finally warm, and I fell asleep again. Half bright and half dark eyes saw the figure of mother coming back. My mother was shaking all over, so she quickly lay in bed. She moved her feet to my side and wanted me to warm her feet, but I refused. My mother didn't force me to be warm there alone. I regret it afterwards. I shouldn't have done that. My mother must be very disappointed.

Now that I am grown up, I want to say to my mother,' Mom, I will be your little stove in the future. I will warm your feet and give you a loving hug at any time!

At night, I sit at my desk, looking at the starry night sky, thinking of an unforgettable warmth.

The final exam is coming. Try to review, recite and copy under the lamp every day. I used one notebook after another; I used one pen after another. But I'm not afraid. I'm still studying hard.

When I read the wrong question, a warm and familiar voice sounded around me: "Baby, come and drink soy milk!" " "Soymilk? Oh, I know, it was ground with a soymilk machine. Once I tried to soak soybeans the night before. It was so troublesome that I didn't bother to do it.

I casually agreed and came out, only smelling a smell of beans. Wow! Huang Chengcheng, steaming, warm. I saw it with tears in my eyes.

"What's the matter, drink quickly!" Mother picked up the cup and said.

I took it and drank it in one gulp. The fragrant smell echoed in my mouth; That warm current poured into my body and into my heart. I know, this is the soybean milk that my mother grinds with care, encouragement and expectation. This cup of soybean milk is like a whip, urging me to make progress and study. For the sake of soybean milk and mom, I must do well in the exam!

Sharing can make people happy; Touching can make people turn over a new leaf. And the warmth of this winter has given me the motivation to study hard. I sat at my desk, tasting the cup of soybean milk and warmth.

Composition 7 on Warm Topics When I came back from art class that day, I ran back to the classroom with a dropped watercolor pen. Suddenly, the box fell and the marker was scattered all over the floor. God, when can I find it? I think. I thought other students couldn't help me pick it up. But they all bent down one by one and put watercolor pens in my box one by one. Su Qi, Zhao Jiajun, Populus euphratica, Chen Zhiyuan ... After they left, I thought I needed to put the rest away by myself, but I also saw a figure-Zhao Jiajun. Although the bell rang, he still looked for me one by one. When he found it, he counted it for me before leaving. I also ran to the classroom immediately, "thank you, thank you!" " "I said as I ran, and a warm current suddenly rippled in my heart.

Memories took me to a week ago, and I was already in the corridor. The class is coming soon, so I speed up. It can be said that haste makes waste, and my watercolor pen is reluctantly scattered all over the floor. This time, all the students in our class have returned to the classroom, and only the third-grade students are waiting in line in the corridor. As soon as they saw this, they ran to help: some ran back and forth and stuffed watercolor pens into my box; Some put away the messy watercolor pens; Some people tell me what to do. ...

A classmate said, time is running out, let's go! But another student replied that she didn't leave until she took these.

I came to my senses. In an instant, the first step seemed to blow, and I ran faster and faster ... At that moment, I felt that I was holding the warmth brought by my classmates in my hand. ...

I am a small sapling, receiving my warm sunshine.

On campus and in the classroom. The teacher is patiently teaching us the truth of being a man, and I feel the warmth of the teacher's feelings.

In summer, in the shade of trees. A very good friend of mine is comforting me and making me realize that thrift is a virtue. I feel the warmth of friendship.

On the playground, on physical education class. A classmate accidentally hit his ankle with a stone, and I shot it like an arrow. I quickly took iodine and cotton swab to dry this bloody ankle bone, and healed the wound for him. I felt the warmth of helping others.

Between the roads, on the sidewalk. An old lady who was over 70 years old, suddenly, she accidentally slipped to the ground. I rushed to her side in despair to help her up, but I saw the old man still groaning in pain. I comforted her old man's house, and a sunny smile gradually appeared on his face. I feel the warmth of respecting the old and loving the young.

At home, during a nap. I always see my parents tired. They would rather die for me than do anything else. I feel the warmth of maternal love and fatherly love.

I am catching up with the warmth and enjoying it. But I also deeply realize that only selfless and fearless dedication can convey the warmth of true feelings, friendship and affection.

In a practical activity, I saw an organization-"Butterfly House", which served dying orphans and gave them the last warm home on earth.

Every new year's day, "six. On international children's day, Mid-Autumn Festival and other major festivals, the staff of Butterfly House take the children to the surrounding areas by traveling on the road, and give them lucky money during the Spring Festival to make them feel happy in the New Year. They are angels on earth. Illness takes away their health, but it can't take away their smiles.

There are many nurses and nurses in Butterfly House, who take care of the lives of these orphans one by one and pay attention to their physical and mental health. During the day, nurses and nurses play games and exercise with children. Every night, nurses will tell children fairy tales until they fall asleep peacefully. Sometimes children are unwilling to take medicine, and nurses will patiently comfort them and let them take medicine with peace of mind. Sometimes, looking at these lovely little angels, nurses can't help crying. They spent almost all their time doing this public welfare undertaking and propped up a blue sky for these little angels with their own hands.

Flying butterflies symbolize free flight. Maybe in heaven, they will live in peace. Let's say to these kind and lovely people together: you have worked hard!

Each of us has a home. Home is made of love, decorated with affection, a harbor of love and a place full of affection.

Of course, my mother is the most tired at home every day. Every day, my mother has to do a lot of things, because she often has a headache because of poor health. My father is the best storyteller in our family. Every Saturday and Sunday, my father and I will go running and exercising. On the way, my father will tell me many old stories, which I like best. Of course, the closest partners in the family are Rourou and New Year's Day. They are all cats. Rourou is the mother of New Year's Day. It is called softness because we all want it to be gentle. This kitten is called New Year's Day because it was born on the night of New Year's Day.

There are only two colors of softness, black and white. The body is covered with black and white stripes, and only the belly is completely white. On New Year's Day, there are three colors, namely orange, yellow and white. Its ears are orange, its head and tail are yellow, and other places are white, which is particularly cute.

New Year's Day and Rourou often sleep together and curl up into a ball. A few times, I quietly took New Year's Day away, but I didn't feel soft. They all like to sleep with it. If you fall asleep, they will climb on your face and make you uncomfortable. They are even more naughty when they take a shower. As soon as they enter the water, they jump around and pee everywhere

This is my home, a warm home!

Warm composition 1 1 Good times are always short. It always makes people extremely attached, and always reminds people of the warm time when something happened.

"Ding-ding-ding ..." Hearing the alarm clock, I lazily crawled out of the warm bed that attracted me to sleep.

Looking at the dark sky outside the window, it seems that Grandpa Sun hasn't woken up yet. I'm dressed up and walking on that long and familiar road. ......

I came to Xiaojie's house first. Every time I come to his house, I can always smell the smell of the dishes cooked by my aunt, which makes me greedy and hungry.

"Mom, I'm going to run first, and I'll eat when I get back," Xiaojie said to her mother. He and I started running along the road we had run before! We can't seem to see a third person on this three-kilometer sidewalk. Maybe we ran too early, or maybe the road was already crowded. But we insist on it every day, maybe for exercise, maybe for warming up, maybe for physical examination. ......

"oh! I'm so tired, why don't we have a rest? " I panted to Xiaojie. But he always said to me, "We're not halfway there. Can I rest when I am tired during the medical examination? " ? Obviously, no! Hang in there. "After hearing these words, I have been cheering myself up and telling myself to stick to it.

That morning run was the last day of the holiday. After that, we can no longer run together every day, but walk to school together, writing our own future with a pen in hand. ......

At that time, it was warm

Love is indispensable in this world, and I have shown it.

It turns out that I always thought I was not my parents' own daughter. Because other children can play after finishing their homework, but I can't. They always want me to review English and Olympics. When I write wrong questions, they always blame me; When I get good grades, they always say, "Don't be proud, keep working hard." This really makes me sad. I thought, "I may not be my parents' own child, right?" "Otherwise, they won't abandon me. It was 20xx65438+February 26th, and the first Children's Talent Competition was held in Xinglong Life Plaza. My mother signed me up, but I didn't get good grades in the exam that day, so I went home and cried very sadly. My mother said, "There is a poem that cherries are delicious, but trees are hard to grow. If you don't work hard, you can't spend it all. Happiness will not fall from the sky, and a good life can't wait. "A small setback is nothing, what matters is that you participated." I thought, "I may be their own, right? If it's not their own, how can they be so kind to me? So I asked my parents a naive question: "Mom and Dad, am I your own?" Mom smiled and said, "silly child, of course you are our own, so we are so strict with you!" " "I realized that strictness is also a kind of love.

I have experienced many parents' love for me, and I want to say to them, "Mom and Dad, I love you!" " "

My home is a warm, peaceful and loving home.

I have a happy pink face. And cherry mouth. A lively and cheerful little girl. I like playing badminton, kicking shuttlecock and speaking English. I often wear a ponytail and my eyes are like sapphires.

My mother is hardworking, kind and amiable. A thick black hair, like a black waterfall, slopes down from the top of the head. Mom's eyes are big and full of energy, and her pink face is really like a budding mountain flower.

Dad is tall, handsome, loving and funny. A few white hairs can be seen in the shiny black hair. Dad also likes to play badminton with me.

Once, I jokingly asked my mother, "What is 100 plus 150?" Mom replied, "250." I said one after another, "360." Dad spoke and said, "470". I don't know how long this sentence has been said. Another time, my mother read a joke and said to my father, "You are a pig". Dad said, "I am a pig." Mom said, "Strange, you are a pig." Dad said, "I'm not a pig." My mother and I both laughed and said in unison, "So you are a pig!" " The family is beaming.

What a happy home! Because it is full of endless love. Laughter and laughter have become the main theme of our "love songs", making the family atmosphere so harmonious, warm and pleasant.

The composition on the topic of warmth is 14 days, and it can't be heated any more. Trees on the roadside also hung their heads listlessly. I am carrying a big schoolbag and waiting for the bus to go to my sister's house.

"cheep-"the bus came, but the pungent smell of gasoline made me dizzy and sick. I stumbled and found a window seat on the bus.

At this moment, an old woman with crutches came from under the car. Her hair is all white and wrinkled. She is about eighty years old.

There are no seats in the car. I was about to stand up and give my seat to grandma, but as soon as I stood up, my head fainted. I have no choice but to sit down! I looked around, but nobody found me anyway.

Grandma almost fell down when the car started. "Grandma, please sit here!" A sweet voice sounded behind me, "Good boy! Or you sit down! " "No, sit down!" I didn't turn my head until the sound ended. It turned out to be a little girl of five or six years old. I blushed and thought: a young lady is much more sensible than a young pioneer like me! I must be an upright young pioneer! At this moment, a brake, "Ah-",the little girl fell to the ground. I have no choice. I stood up, carried her to the seat and said, "Little sister, sit with me!" " "Speaking of which, the car broke into applause.

I got off the bus. Although I am very tired, my heart is very relaxed!

Sometimes I turn to miss the road I have traveled and look forward to a better life, and gradually feel that the past years have already lost their original colors. My heart is slowly lost in the original direction, lying quietly, full of thoughts, whether to go my own way quietly, catch up with the original road, or endure the oppression of reality, to go that boring and monotonous road and feel lost.

Maybe I used to be so strong and full of expectations for the future, but with the passage of time, my original reverie was shattered. I didn't know where the road was under my feet or what my inner direction was. An empty heart, like a glass bottle not filled with water, is so vague.

Draw your appearance, but you can't write your wet mood for a long time. The order I wrote is already the shadow of time. It is so painful to peel off the failed smile. Some past events are painful to hit on the body, but hitting on the heart is a dream, and dreams are always just chasing and running on the road.

There is a song that says: Everyone has his own sky and flying wings. In his hands, everyone has a treasured picture in his heart, accompanying me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. ............................................................................................................................

In the end, all the ideas became inevitable and went with the flow. Perhaps, the time flowing through our fingertips has given us another thing-the future.