Writing a composition around the center is 500 words warm

1. Write a 400-word composition with warmth as the center. It has been 13 years since a baby was born.

13 years, I was surrounded by thick warmth. Family and friendship are my most precious memories! When I lost my mind, I thought, I still have a warm harbor and my closest friends! It was my parents who comforted me when I was sad, and it was you who gave me warmth. Sometimes warmth is always at that moment, that trivial detail, even a phone call.

In the dark night, the wind is whistling outside the window, and the whirring of small trees makes people feel more and more afraid.

I was in a daze in the room, tapping my head with a pen. Although the heating is on, I still can't feel the warmth. I was the only one in the huge room, and even talking to myself seemed helpless, so I chose silence.

My parents are too busy to stay at home, and I don't know which night I will be home alone. Looking out the window, I seem to be used to being alone, but I still can't control the blur in front of me.

I don't believe it was tears, but I dried the salty water drops on my mouth. Attention turned to the topic of Zhou Ji again. I chose to write about my family, but suddenly I found myself at a loss.

I wandered around the table as if waiting for something, but I couldn't remember what it was, except that I couldn't sleep all night without it. The more I think about it, the more I feel overwhelmed and flustered, so that I dare not think about it again.

I went back to my desk and looked at my composition book under the desk lamp. There is only that pen on the big paper, and there is not a word. I'm a little lost. At this moment, the telephone rang, and I suddenly remembered that this was what I was waiting for! I hurried to call, but the phone didn't ring. This is obviously my mother's phone number.

She must have thought I was asleep and wouldn't answer the phone before hanging up. I waited for a long time and didn't hear * * *, so I had to press redial.

"Mom-"At this moment, tears overflowed my eyes.

In fact, warmth is everywhere. Inadvertently, warmth has spread all over people's hearts, but we still don't know how to understand it.

2. Write a warm 500-word composition. There is always warmth all year round.

Young and ignorant, we always like to give different adjectives to spring, summer, autumn and winter, thinking that only spring deserves warmth, but we don't know that there is warmth all the time in the four seasons.

In the blink of an eye, winter will be over. The baton of time has been unconsciously held in the hands of spring. The stream in front of the door has been frozen for a winter, but now it is alive again, and endless joy is revealed in the gurgling sound of running water; The trees by the stream are a little yellow-green. Oh, they are newborn buds. There are many people standing under the tree, including old people who have survived the winter, toothless mouths, smiling faces, * * * holding children, babbling children laughing! The older boys over there are climbing up the ladder to the roof, groping for a long time, holding out two furry birds, discussing them for a long time and putting them back. Smile through the spring, and your heart and body are warm.

Unconsciously, summer is coming. Summer is not only hot, but also gives everything a chance to flourish, making trees flourish, giving birds a home, giving people a shade and fruitful results. In the midsummer night, sitting under the vine, shaking the cattail leaf fan, leaning against the old man, listening to them tell the difficult days, telling interesting fairy tales and telling the ignorance of childhood, the restlessness and heat of the day suddenly vanished. Looking at that kind face, thinking about the distant past, a trace of warmth passed through my heart. This is not a day's heat wave, but a midsummer night's comfort, so I took the old man's arm and said softly, the old man smiled.

Leaves are yellow, maple leaves are red, and autumn slowly takes over. After a busy and happy summer, it's time to have a rest. As a result, the autumn drizzle washed away the impetuousness of the season, sent the leaves back to the mother's arms and melted the spring mud. There are many reunion days in autumn, August 15th and September 9th of the lunar calendar, which makes people homesick. The autumn frost in the morning soaked the wandering eyes, and there was a voice in my heart: "Go home! Parents, wives and children are looking forward to it! " So I packed my bags and boarded the train home. Looking at every grass and tree in my hometown and listening to everything I say and do in my hometown, my heart is warm. After all, this is my home.

Snow-covered, winter is coming. Children and adults who are not afraid of the cold walk in the snow, so don't have a charm. In the snow, a pair of heart-shaped men and women are walking hand in hand to the distance, and there is a burst of laughter. People who are afraid of the cold will sit around the fire, eat melon seeds, chat and warm their frozen hearts with endless excitement.

"Crack", firecrackers resounded through the night sky, another year, still warm.

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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. ...

3. Write a composition around the word warm 500 warm

Warmth is a cup of hot tea in winter; Warmth is a match in the dark; Warmth is an umbrella in the rain.

One day, I went to the supermarket to buy things, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs while I was walking. When I was running in the heavy rain, I covered my head with my hands. I finally got to the supermarket and was soaked to the skin. After buying what I wanted, I turned and left. Not far from the supermarket, a car flew by me and mud splashed all over me, which really made matters worse! I was so anxious that my tears fell.

All this was noticed by a middle-aged man. He came up to me and asked with concern, "Are you all right, son?"? Shelter from the rain under the umbrella! " "I seem to have caught a lifeline and quickly hid in his umbrella.

We waded on the road, and my uncle chatted with me while walking.

"Son, how can you come out alone in such a heavy rain?" He asked me with a smile.

"I didn't expect such a heavy rain. Thank you very much. " My voice is not loud.

"Thank you for what? You are about the same age as my child. " His big hand took my little hand.

His kind smile and kind words made me feel warm. Soon, I got home. When I wanted to say goodbye to him, the uncle had turned and rushed into the heavy rain.

Lying in bed at night, unable to sleep for a long time. I think: life is full of warmth. I accept the warmth from others and should also pass it on to others. In this way, the world will be better!

4. Writing on the topic of "warmth" (500 words) is warm.

Life, without warmth, is a bowl of clear water; Family, without warmth, there is no warmth and happiness; And society, without warmth, does not need to exist. (Report: A car accident in a city caused a five-year-old child to bleed to death. )

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I was walking alone in the street when I suddenly felt as if I had forgotten something, so I ran back quickly. However, on the way back, a Mercedes-Benz taxi knocked me down. I fell down and lost a lot of blood, but the car hesitated and drove away. Uncle driver in the car, didn't you see me? No, you must have seen it. Then why did you take the car again? Want to escape? Ha, you can't escape!

Pedestrians, uncles and aunts, grandparents, I can't do it. Come and save me. Give me a hand with your weather-beaten hands! Drivers on the highway, I will never forget the way you were happy when the passengers waved to you, but I, a young life lying on the road with blood, waved to you, pretended not to see it, and even walked past me. Do you see it every time? No, you must have seen it, so why don't you help me?

I lost a lot of blood. I miss my mother and family. I shouted desperately, "mom, mom, come and save me!" " "But where is mom? Can she hear you? By my side, the car passed by me, and I was just filled with smoke. I tried to raise my hand, but I raised it again and again, but I couldn't lift it. " Mom, where are you? Come and help me! "I cried and shouted, my mother couldn't hear me, and the pedestrians on the road ignored me and didn't hear me.

Suddenly I feel a big black hole in my heart. He sucked me in. I struggled and struggled, but I just couldn't earn it. I despair ...

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I can still see the shadow of this five-year-old child in my mind. There were so many pedestrians on the road, but no one came to save him. There were so many cars on the road, but none of them stopped to save him, even if they called his mother. Think about it, how cruel the world would be without warm and enthusiastic people! What a great lesson this is! Dear people, please remember the lesson of blood, let yourself have a fiery heart, let everyone have a blue sky and make the world full of warmth!

5. Write a 400-word composition around warmth. 1. You can feel the warmth anywhere in the world: What makes the hard ice disappear, the cold wind weaken, turn into willow leaves and sunshine? Spring has arrived.

It makes us feel warm. What makes people find their way in the dark and see hope in confusion? It's sunshine.

It makes us feel warm. What makes desperate people see the light and hope in their predicament? This is love.

Because of love, we feel warm. Why did you get off on our way home in the face of snowstorm and heavy snow? Why is there no sign of stopping? You are the embodiment of beauty, and the scene you create is the wonder of heaven and earth. However, in this year, how many people still want to appreciate you in front of you once every 50 years? You turned into a demon, and we saw you face ferocious, showing your fangs and dancing wildly in the air.

You are in cahoots with low temperature, hard ice and frozen fish. You have devoured our warmth, blocked our way forward, destroyed many transmission towers and frozen the water pipes that sustain our lives. Snow, you are falling on our hearts! "Be sure to send everyone home for the New Year", "access, power saving and safety", love can melt ice. The Prime Minister came to our side twice, to the station, to the farmers' market and to the families of martyrs, and personally gave us his heavy and warm care.

Love makes us feel warm. Candlelight illuminates the deep mountain, lights the torch of knowledge on the most rugged mountain road, and pulls up children's little hands to learn on the loneliest cliff. 19 years of poverty, persistence and hard work have precipitated into fertile ground for the spirit and let hope sprout.

In 2008, China people Li Guilin and Lu Jianfen were moved to teach and educate the Yi people on the cliff at an altitude of 2,800 meters at 18, sowing the seeds of knowledge among the Yi people. It is they who have propped up a blue sky for education in remote mountainous areas, who have given their true love and made lonely children feel warm.

Love is like the tide. When the devil's hand tore open the chest of the earth, high-rise buildings collapsed, other places cracked, and boulders hit Wenchuan ... At this worrying moment, our prime minister came, our army came, and traffic from all directions came. The love of all rivers has come ... the flood of love makes the people in the disaster area feel the warmth of love.

Without spring, there would be no warmth of the earth; Without sunshine, there would be no warm days; Without love, there is no warmth in the world. Love is the ultimate nourishment of all life, and love can save all loneliness and darkness.

As long as there is love, life will not be fragile. As long as there is love, life will not be lonely.

As long as there is love, we will feel warm. 2. Warmth is the guiding light in the darkness, leading people who have lost their way to the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand. Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.

I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.

Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.

What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... All doubts have passed, and I understand everything at this moment.

At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold. It is very cold in winter.

But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart.

I feel warm enough to haunt my life. Warmth is the guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand. Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.

I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.

Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.

What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... All doubts have passed, and I understand everything at this moment.

At this point, a warm current welled up in my heart.

6. Warm Composition 500 A life without friendship is like a feast without wine, with a fly in the ointment. If the friendship between women is to have someone to talk to each other, then the friendship between men is to have several close comrades who can fight side by side in the struggle against fate. Everyone may encounter misfortune. In times of despair, a warm hand extended by a friend will give you the greatest comfort and support.

In the 4th century BC, a young man named Pisa in Italy violated the irascible monarch Jonas and was sentenced to strangulation.

Punishment. As a dutiful son, he asked to go home and say goodbye to his parents. At first, he couldn't get the tyrant's consent. At this time, his friend Damon was willing to serve his sentence and agreed: "If Pisas doesn't come back on time, I will be executed for him." The tyrant reluctantly agreed.

The execution date is approaching, but there is no sign of pizza. People laugh at Damon, stupid enough to guarantee friendship with his life! When Damon was taken to the gallows and people were quietly immersed in this tragic scene, suddenly, pizza appeared in the distance and he shouted, "I'm back!" " "He ran to the gallows, hugged Damon with tears and said his final farewell.

At this time, all the people are wiping their tears. The monarch unexpectedly pardoned Pisa and said, "I am willing to give everything to make such friends."

Friendship, like family love, is the most beautiful and pure feeling of human beings. Everyone needs friends who can share weal and woe. Because personal strength is too weak in nature and society, and selfless cooperation between friends can produce the strongest resultant force.

7. How to write My Junior High School Life (500 words) in one day? On the day when my junior high school life began, when an ignorant little girl stepped into the junior high school gate with her left foot, she had become a real junior high school student. Facing the tall teaching building and strange faces, everything here scares the little girl, but she won't flinch because of those fears. It is those beautiful dreams and reverie that support her. It is this longing for the future junior high school life that fills this little girl with confidence and hope and walks into her junior high school life ... junior high school life is very strange. New campus, new environment, new classmates, new teachers, new education, new learning ... Just entering junior high school, she has endless differences from primary school life, and a sense of strangeness strikes. She has been away from life for six years. Say goodbye to the classmates and teachers in primary school and sit in another classroom to listen to the class. Every classmate and teacher around us needs the little girl's understanding. Of course, strangeness can be solved in time. The little girl believes that in the future junior high school life, she will be able to overcome her strangeness and love this life. Junior high school life is bitter and sweet. The little girl has long heard that junior high school life is very different from primary school life. If you use "",then junior high school life is "difficult". Listening to the stories of people around me, the little girl is nervous about her study and the pressure is always looking for her. A little girl who goes out early and comes home late every day, whose home is far from school, gets up at about 6 o'clock every morning and gets home at 6: 30 after school, or even later. Besides a lot of homework to write, she also has to preview the text, read extracurricular books and learn about extracurricular knowledge ... but the next day, don't wake up from someone's dream and go out to school early. When I get to school, I won't be very idle. We are faced with a pile of papers and exercises, swimming in the sea of books all day. Especially in the third grade, there are more and more homework, so it is a problem to relax occasionally, and I am busier than before. However, maybe the little girl thinks too much, but in any case, the little girl can understand. Everyone. As long as you stick to it and don't get knocked down by some difficulties, you will have a bright future. Perhaps this sweet moment, the truth of sharing weal and woe, will only be realized when you graduate from junior high school and get your report card back. At least that's what little girls think. Junior high school life is full of love. Although junior high school is only half the time of primary school life, it does not mean that it is completely boring and difficult to learn. Because junior high school life and primary school life are the same. Today, she finally knows the answer. At school, we had the most contact with teachers and classmates. The students are very friendly. We are similar in age, communicate with each other a lot and gradually become close friends. Anything that helps or greets each other will increase the distance between friendship bridges. Teachers and students are more concerned. Teachers are elders and our friends. Sometimes during the break, the teacher will mingle with everyone and play happily together, so that students can temporarily put aside their troubles in learning. This is also the scene that little girls want to see most. Maybe the teacher will severely criticize you when you make a mistake, but you should know that this is another way for teachers to express their love. In fact, there is still a lot of love around you, so that you don't feel lonely when you grow up. It depends on how you discover and cherish these loves. Junior high school life is like colorful. And the little girl in senior one is me.

8. Qiu: The essay describes several scenes in life with the theme of "Beauty in Life". It is best to write that the beauty in life lies in discovery, so I took the camera to find the beauty in life. This is the place where beautiful women often appear in the alley. "Dad, let's go and help that grandpa!" A childish voice came into my ears. "oh? Where is it? " "That, that, grandpa must be very hard! Let's go and give him a hand! " "good! Then tell me, why should we help him? " "I know, the teacher said that we should respect our elders and help each other." "yes! Dad's son has grown up? Come on, let's go. " Dad excitedly took his son to help grandpa in need. I raised my camera and took the first photo of "New Social Fashion". I walked out of the alley on the street and came to the city center, where the crowd was bustling. I sit on a platform. A young mother walked in front of me holding her bouncing son's hand. Suddenly, the son broke free from his mother's hand and picked up a can. The mother hugged her son with open arms and a bright smile on her face. I raised my camera and took the second photo of "New Social Fashion". My friend's house was full, so I came to my friend's house again. When a tired mother came back from work in other places, her daughter immediately greeted her, took what was in her mother's hand and brought a cup of warm water. "Mom, you have worked hard. Have a glass of water first." Let me rub your shoulders. "Then I helped my mother rub her shoulders. Mother said with satisfaction, "My daughter has grown up and become more and more sensible." With a happy smile, I took another photo of "Happy Mother and Daughter" with my camera. On the way home, dusk is approaching, but the afterglow of the sun still shines on the earth. On the way, I took one Eternal Smile after another, and some came back from work. Happy smile ... one smiling face after another, another kind of beauty in life. On that day, I found a lot of beauty in life and sat at the window to meditate. In fact, beauty in life is everywhere. As long as you are good at discovering, there will be something beautiful in every corner. What they bring you is not an instant existence, but a permanent memory ... "There is no shortage of beauty in life, but the eyes that find beauty. "With a pair of eyes that are no longer picky and a quiet heart, I found out whether it is true or not. In nature, the spring is full and the flowers and trees are beautiful. Although the grass is not as beautiful as the peony cuckoo, it is strong. It has experienced wind and rain, lightning and thunder. Some water is spectacular, others are like mirrors. Some mountains are too steep, some are too respectful, and some are too expensive. " This is the beauty of nature. You see, under the windowsill of the teacher's office, the teacher is still diligently correcting homework, and your family and relatives are waiting for you to go back for dinner! That bottle after bottle of used ink bottle, that red pen after red pen. I don't know how much ink you have used up and how many pens you have worn out over the years. Teacher, you have worked hard! You have worked hard for another day, so don't give us any trouble! Ah, what a good teacher, what a touching scene! Against the setting sun, the path is glowing with yellow light. I was walking on my way home when an old lady with gray hair accidentally fell down. A small classmate immediately stepped forward to help and helped the old man to the distance. Watching the old and young people gradually disappear, my heart suddenly became warm. What a wonderful moment, what a wonderful moment. The light in the corridor is still on. I know whose child this must be. How much more will you give me? Ah, dad, mom, I love you! What is the beauty in life? This is the beauty of life. It's such a simple and common thing. I found the beauty in life! Reading the beautiful life in life is a broad stage, constantly deducing the warmth of family; Life is a spectacular picture that depicts the true feelings between good friends; Life is a magnificent bridge, which establishes deep sincerity between people. It is in this collision of hearts, exchange of ideas and communication that generate shines with beauty. In the evening, the sunset melted the brilliance of the sky and made a final stop. In the sunset, a piece of sweet and crisp * * * scattered from the center of the campus. A group of children stumbled out of the school gate Looking for something with bright eyes. A group of parents are silently bathed in the afterglow of the sunset and are bending over to identify. At this time, an eager little boy, eager to find the figure of his family, forgot his steps. He stumbled and was about to fall-suddenly, a pair of gentle and powerful big hands firmly held the little boy and looked up. It turned out to be his mother. So he leaned in his mother's arms like a coquetry and hugged her neck affectionately. I pursed my lips and printed a kiss clearly on my mother's cheek. Perhaps the child's kiss gave the mother the greatest comfort. This situation reminds me of the greatness of maternal love. My mother gave birth to life and raised it. She often devotes her life's efforts to her children, but all she wants from her children is a caring action. A warm word is enough. Love is not the same. My mother created the beauty of life with such unequal love. When I looked up again, my mother and son had disappeared into the crowd, and I didn't try my best to find them again. Let this beauty flow into an endless stream of people. If life is a landscape, and the beauty of family is the main landscape, then the broader field is rich in the beauty of friendship and the beauty of loss. When I need to talk urgently, friendship is a teahouse. When I am sad, maybe my good friend will pat me on the back and say in my ear, "Don't be sad, relax!" " " ; When I get the joy of success, my good friend warmly hugs me and congratulates me on my success. Whenever, my good friend always flows quietly through the driest land in my heart like a stream, building a beautiful oasis; Friendship is a warm flower in life, which constantly conveys understanding and help. This is the beauty of friendship. When I climb high and see far, I ..