Warm and excellent composition

In life, work and study, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are the warm and excellent compositions I collected, hoping to help you.

Warm and excellent composition 1 The world is long and passers-by are in a hurry. Some people stay in our lives and spend some time together, while more people just pass by, but in the strangeness of passing by, some people leave eternal warmth. The stars in the sky blinked their tired eyes and prepared to have a rest. The sky is a fish-belly grey in the east, but I have to get up early, cook, eat, send my daughter to school and then go to work. Every day, on the same path, I am chased by life like a gyro that can't stop, and I shuttle through the reinforced concrete city. It seems that there is no sorrow or joy in my leisure time. However, every morning when I go to work, I will be moved, just like the first sunrise. At the intersection of my daughter's school, I often see some traffic volunteers.

On this day, the car was approaching the crossroads, and an elderly traffic volunteer stopped solemnly waving a small red flag in his hand. I stopped the car very cooperatively, just in time to observe the old man at close range. He is an old man in his seventies, with a bald head, gray hair and a kind and gentle face. Holding a small red flag in his hand, he guided the students to cross the road seriously. When seeing the students crossing the road safely, the old man seemed to have done an earth-shattering event, and his face showed a sense of pride. Then the old man raised the little red flag in his hand, bent slightly and made a gesture with his left hand. This action is different from the skillful and precise gesture of the traffic police, and it is more like a polite "please". At this time, the old man's face was full of praise and gratitude to the drivers. The solemn expression of the old man deeply touched me, and the waiting for spring mud to protect flowers warmed me. Driving away, my eyes are a little moist.

Warm and excellent composition 2 "Huhu-|" Outside the window, the north wind roared, goose feathers and heavy snow fell in succession, and pedestrians on the road were sparse, shrinking their necks and walking step by step. On such a winter day, how many people are waiting for the warmth of returning home at the window of the train ticket office? How many rickshaw pullers and cleaners are still working hard for a living outdoors? How many students are sitting in the air-conditioned room and enjoying the warmth like me? ..... Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, my thoughts drifted by, and the warm heart scene I saw near the winter vacation reappeared:

When I go to school, I will pass an ancient stone arch bridge-Xiegong Bridge. The mottled slate is covered with green moss. Under the long-term tempering of passers-by, the sharp front of the car has been polished round and smooth. When it rains and snows, the slope of the bridge deck is particularly lubricated. So every rainy and snowy day, when I go out in the morning, my mother will tell me to be careful when crossing the bridge.

I remember that day, it was also snowy. The north wind was panting, wrapped in snowflakes, and the golden snake danced wildly in my face. The snow on the road is already a little thick, and pedestrians on the road have difficulty walking. The hot air from my mouth blurred my glasses in an instant. When I walked to Xiegong Bridge, I saw a big brother in front wearing a "junior school uniform", holding a basket in one hand and an old woman crossing the bridge slowly and safely in the other, then handing her the basket and then leaving in a hurry. Several passers-by praised me in my ear. It turns out that grandma is a five-guarantee household. On this day, she bought food at the food stall by the bridge, carrying a vegetable basket and trembling onto the Xiegong Bridge. When she was struggling, there was this big brother around her, and this scene I just saw happened. I see it in my eyes and warm it in my heart. I believe that the old woman and eldest brother must be warm in their hearts. ...

Snow elves are still dancing outside the window. I think I should go out of the greenhouse and do something for my parents who work outside, or go outside to have a look. On the same snowy day, there may be a place where I can give my love. ...

Whenever I think about this, a warm current will rise in my heart. I often think of her back.

Like a cloud soaked with ink, it rolled in and occupied the whole sky; The wind roared, as if cheering for the rain; Lightning is like a sword, with thunder and thunder inserted into the earth.

I heard a bang, a muffled thunder exploding, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground crazily, more like hitting my heart.

I felt my schoolbag in a panic, and I was very anxious. "What should I do? Where did my umbrella go? It's still there in the morning! " My face was flushed and my heart was pounding. I'm sure I'll be a big ... drowned rat!

Watching a person walk by, many people walked by me mercilessly, and I was alone, and my heart was extremely lost.

"Run!" I gathered all my strength and rushed into the rain like an arrow leaving the string.

Cold rain hit my cheek, and tears of disappointment flowed uncontrollably. I can't tell where rain is and where tears are on my face.

"Hey? Has the rain stopped? " My heart is full of doubts. I subconsciously looked up and saw a big black umbrella. "Who is it?" I tried to cran my neck to see her face clearly.

But she deliberately covered her face with an umbrella. I asked timidly, "Who are you?" "Do good deeds without leaving a name." This answer surprised me. But this voice is really familiar, a little.

I have to know her. "This umbrella is disposable. You don't have to give it back to me. " I nodded obediently, although I couldn't see her. As soon as her voice fell, she turned and ran away with small steps.

I remember her wearing a blue skirt, white shoes and a ponytail. That charming figure made my heart shake suddenly, and a warm current welled up in my heart. ...

It's winter vacation, so go for a walk in the park.

Relax and stand. Bamboo is upright. Open in May. I can't help but express my deep awe at them.

The sunshine is not dazzling, and it pours down barrel by barrel, as if it were used as milk to drink. The sky is spotless and blue, and the breeze caresses your face. At this time, it is pleasant to go out for a walk. It's so beautiful, I really want people to bathe in this sunshine and have a comfortable sleep.

Walking, unwilling to stop, birds keep singing, making people think, is this winter? The leaves on both sides of the road have turned yellow and the branches have withered, but this does not hinder my mood. Unconsciously, I walked around the park again and again. A plum blossom, standing in the middle of the park, stands proudly in frost and snow, blooming proudly, and its petals are as delicate as meticulous painting. "It's really beautiful. No wonder there are so many poems praising it. " Indulge in this wintersweet. People are also looking at this Chimonanthus praecox, touching its petals and taking photos with it.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a grass. On the concrete road in the corner of the pavilion, the morning dew is still on it, almost bright green. The sunshine is infinitely good. It hatches the sun with me here. It does not have the gorgeous appearance of wintersweet, the tall and straight posture of pine and bamboo, and it is so small to stand under them. Thin, short, then a bunch, but it is full of green, releasing all the vitality of spring. I gave in to a grass. While others admire the spirit of matsutake plum, it is also growing. It just came out of the road and seemed to swallow everything around it. It doesn't talk about beauty with other plants, nor does it complain about being trampled. Very low-key, only set off those beautiful women.

Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, so many poems describe "three old and cold friends". They are the protagonists in Winter, and they represent the aloof temperament of winter spirit, which can't help but make many scholars admire them. Look down again, that grass, otherwise it will show weakness, and it will prove itself with its own efforts.

Meet once, warm once. What we meet today is a warm, small body, which can also hold a huge dry Kun.

Warm and excellent composition 5 "Warm" is a guitar in a happy day, playing the happiness of life for me; "Warmth" is a spring breeze in a sad day, which gently blows away the melancholy clouds in my heart; "Warmth" is priceless friendship, which adds a lot of happiness to my life.

I clearly remember the day when the math test paper was handed out. I quickly opened the test paper, and a big, bright red "75 points" appeared in front of my eyes, and I was shocked for an instant. This score is a fatal blow to me.

Free activities, I left listlessly. I just feel that the sky is gloomy, and it seems that it will fall at any time. The dazzling flowers of the past suddenly lost their luster. My mood is also very sad.

"Don't be too sad!" I return to absolute being, coldly looking back. Oh, thank you. "Leave me alone!" I regret it as soon as I say it. However, his condolences made my cold heart begin to melt. He sat down beside me in silence.

"You see, those ants on the ground, although their homes are often destroyed, but they didn't give up. On the contrary, we must persist in reconstruction again and again to create a solid ant nest. " He sincerely advised. "Life is the same. Only a life that has experienced setbacks and hardships can be called a perfect life! I didn't do it well once. What is this? "

My eyes are red, and I am glad to have such enthusiastic friends. That cold heart became warm again, and his words were engraved in my heart.

I stepped forward and put my hand on his shoulder. "Go, find them to play!"

While playing, his happy laughter infected me. I became happy, too. ...

Six years' time and six years' company. It's your enlightenment, your encouragement, your company, which gives me great motivation. On the road of life, you brought me happiness, you taught me to let go, and you made me feel warm. My good friend, thank you for your concern.

When I woke up, I found myself lying there naked.

Recently, I met a series of unhappy things, and things at work made me feel at a loss, so I explained my work to my deputy and came to this remote place to relax with fatigue. I was drinking alone in the pub last night. I think I drank a lot. Then, then I took a taxi back to the hotel.

But why am I here? Where is this? It seems to be an abandoned small workshop with several pieces of equipment lying there alone. I slept on the haystack and there was a gust of wind outside the window. I feel cooler and more excited than ever. Looking at the scattered files, I finally came to my senses. It seems that I was robbed on the way back to the hotel, even my underwear and socks were not let go. Now I have nothing but certificates (I wonder if they have any conscience or are bound by professional ethics).

I quickly pulled a pile of grass to cover my lower body and sorted out my thoughts. I thought about sneaking back to the hotel after dark, but I couldn't be caught halfway. At that time, it would be even worse if no one asked for help. Why don't you ask for help now? Maybe you'll meet someone nice.

I covered my lower body with grass and went to the window. I shouted several times, but no one answered. That's when I knew something was wrong. I must have been left in a place where I didn't go to the village and then to the store. Fortunately, there is a road not far from the hut. I firmly believe that someone must pass by here.

Finally, I saw a farmer. I am ecstatic. In my impression, farmers should be a group that has not been polluted by modern civilization. I feel glad that I am also the lucky one in misfortune.

After listening to my statement, the farmer looked at me carefully from top to bottom, as if to confirm whether I was talking about a book physically. I saw his doubts and said I would appreciate it. This sentence worked, and his ever-changing expression showed that he was a little tempted. He asked me where I lived and I told him that I lived in the provincial capital. Hearing this, he shook his head. I don't have time to accompany you to the provincial capital, and I can't wait for your thanks here. You'd better find someone else and let me talk. He shook his head and left.

In the twelfth month of December, snowflakes fell wildly on the earth, and the cold wind swept the village like a machine gun, and rows of trees gave a sad whimper.

An old couple is ready to leave. They wore shabby cotton-padded clothes, sacks on their shoulders, tiger hats on their heads and a pair of eyes shining under the brim. At this time, the sky outside the window is like black ink and dark clouds are gathering. It snowed heavily all the way, and the cold weather was enough to force everyone who went out to go home, but the old couple turned a blind eye and walked out of the house without fear. The cold wind pierced their coats like ten thousand sharp knives, and the snowflakes seemed to add insult to injury, which also made the biting cold wind more fierce. In a flash, the mouth of the old couple was covered with ice flowers, and two figures stood in the snow, one chewing a piece of frozen bread and the other smoking a cigarette safely.

Suddenly, two small bright spots appeared on the distant road, mixed with horns, and galloped away along the cracked road. When the car drove here, it swayed east and west, and some black objects fell "bang". The truck is like a flash of lightning, and it disappears in a blink of an eye. Later, the couple walked to Tunkou against the cold wind and carefully picked up those black things and put them into sacks. One of them said, "Ha! It snowed just in time, and so much coal was collected, old man. Do you think this coal is enough for my son to go home and burn? " The old man didn't answer, but there was an imperceptible smile on his lips. When they got home, their clothes were soaked by snow, but their hearts were warm. They went to the storage room, poured two sacks of coal into the coal pile, and then began to burn the kang for breakfast.

Outside, the cold wind is still sweeping the earth. The truck that just passed stopped in a military camp. Two little soldiers are chatting. A man said, "Why do you always drive unsteadily when you pass that village?" The other said, "Didn't you see the old couple?" They're going to get the coal that fell off our car. I drove unsteadily, in fact, in order to let them get more, which reminds me of my parents. It's not easy for them in the countryside.

Speaking of which, the eyes of the two soldiers are wet. ...

Warm Excellent Composition 8 After reading The Power of Dreams, we feel that "love" is warm in the depths of the world. ...

First, the budding "love"

Six-year-old ryan hreljac listened to the teacher and said, "In Africa, many children ... can't drink clean water. Flat ... dead. If you can donate from 70 yuan, you can help them dig a well. " The teacher's words were deeply imprinted in Ryan's heart, and from then on, "love" was born in his heart-he wanted to earn 70 yuan money with his own labor and dig a well for Africans.

Second, the extended "love"

When Xiao Ryan donated the money he earned from 70 yuan to the person in charge of the fund-raising project, the person in charge said that 70 yuan could only buy a water pump, and it would cost 20xx yuan to dig a well. Ryan was not disappointed, but continued to work hard. Mom's friend was very moved and helped Ryan write a report, so thousands of enthusiastic people extended their "loving" hands. You donated some and I donated some ... Ryan raised all the money to drill a well in just two months. When Ryan learned that the drilling machine was faster than manual sinking, he resolutely saved money to buy a drilling machine, determined to let everyone in Africa drink clean water. In the face of many difficulties, he did not flinch, but went forward with persistent "love"

Third, flashing "love"

"Love" attracted the admiration of Ugandan children. When Ryan came to the well surrounded by flowers, surrounded by children, he was shocked! Because the cement base of the well is engraved with the words: "Ryan Well was built by Ryan Heriak for Rouen Primary School community." 20xx In March, the "Well of Ryan" Foundation was formally established. A year later, Ryan's Well Foundation has drilled 30 wells for eight countries in Africa.

Love brings hope, motivation and miracles to the world. Students, read the power of dreams again carefully and feel the power of love!

Warm and excellent composition 9 more tolerance, more happiness. Forgive a person and you will have confidence and strength. ...

One sunny afternoon, my cousin and I went to buy milk tea to drink. We shuttled through the crowded teahouse.

"A cup of foam tea!" "A cup of coconut milk tea!" The two words sounded almost simultaneously.

"Be mine first!" I said. Cousin not to be outdone: "waiter, be mine first!" " "I stared at him and said," why do you want me to be yours first? ".!" My cousin gave me a white look, and his eyes were meaningful. I am older than you, so I must drink before you. The waiter said, "ok, I'll make two cups at the same time!" " "The two sides stopped.

Milk tea shop is full of gunpowder ...

Out of the tea shop, suddenly, my cousin leaned against me and dropped my milk tea. This time, I was really angry and shouted at him, "What are you doing? Deliberate! " I left without looking back. ...

I sat in bed sulking, thinking: He must have done it on purpose! After a while, I was relieved. I remembered the scene of fighting with my cousin in the past. A trace of nostalgia swept over my face, and I remembered the scene of yelling at him just now. I felt that I had gone a little too far and thought: I shouldn't have done this to him at that time. Tomorrow, I must make amends to him!

The next day, I met my cousin on the road. I said to him, "I'm sorry about yesterday!" " Cousin said: "nothing, I also want to make a gift for you!" " ""I feel a kind of sweetness-flattered. Two shadows appeared on the road, talking and laughing, and the sun rushed at us playfully. I don't think there is a happier time. ...

To forgive others is to forgive yourself, open the window of your heart and let the sunshine in. Isn't this tolerance? With tolerance, I am full of hope for the future. ...

My mother and I bought a bag of ugly oranges from the supermarket and came home panting. Mother put the ugly oranges on the dining table casually and went to the kitchen to cook again.

I picked up an ugly orange and peeled it gently, only to see the Clementine musicians inside delicious and juicy. I broke off a petal and just wanted to put it in my mouth, but I saw my mother busy in the kitchen. I walked over with an orange petal and stuffed it into my mother's mouth. "How sweet!" Mom smiled and said to me. I was busy handing her the whole peeled orange. "Good boy, you eat." Mom smiled and refused. "Oranges are sweet, but very cold. I have a bad stomach and can't eat more. "

I have to eat oranges one by one. "Oranges hurt your stomach, don't eat too much." Busy mother didn't forget to tell me. I promised, lifted the thermos bottle and poured a cup of hot water for my mother. She was too busy to drink hot water when she got home. Through the rising steam in the hot water cup, I saw the ugly oranges on the table. Hey, I got it! I peeled the ugly oranges, broke them into petals, and put them into hot water cups one by one like jiaozi. I put the lid on the cup and quietly looked at the small orange petals in the cup, waiting for them to become full, like small gold ingots.

I found a pair of chopsticks and tasted the orange petals. Sure enough, it's warm in My Sweetie. I came to my mother with a glass of water, picked up a petal of orange and sent it to her mouth. I said eagerly, "Try it, it's not cold now."

Mom quickly put down her work. I put hot orange petals in her mouth. She chewed carefully and said softly, "My heart has been warmed."

When I first came to Japan to study, I felt that everything in my life was different from before: there were no familiar faces in the school, the teachers' teaching methods were very different from those in China, and I couldn't speak loudly outside the classroom during recess ... Everything was very strange.

"Ding Lingling-"It's time for class. I walked timidly into the classroom. The teacher began to lecture. He wrote a few strange-looking words on the blackboard for a while, then asked us questions loudly in Japanese that I didn't understand, and then asked us to do our homework. I opened the book and read it. God, it's all in Japanese. I can't understand a single question, let alone do it. What should we do to find a teacher but my classmates laugh at me? I plucked up my courage again and again and gave up the idea of asking the teacher for help again and again. Finally, I decided not to pretend to understand, but to continue to be "Mr. Southland".

At this time, the math teacher (also the vice principal) came to see me. He found that I didn't move a word, so he asked slowly in crude Chinese, "You, you won't?" "Yes!" I answered in English.

"I'll teach you!" After that, the teacher squatted down at my desk. He pointed to the topic in the book, made various gestures, and explained it carefully in "Chinese" that I didn't quite understand. If it is something that can't be clearly expressed by gestures, he will find various props to play with until I fully understand it. Looking at the busy figure of the teacher, listening to his patient explanation, I feel warm in my heart …

During my year in Japan, such warmth came to my mind countless times: I accidentally fell off the swing after class, and my classmates immediately gathered around to ask questions and helped me to the infirmary for examination. Once, a classmate of another class made a boxing gesture to me, and their class teacher brought him to me and asked him to bow and apologize. ...

Such kindness and warmth accompanied me through 365 days in a foreign country, and it is still a treasure in my memory. ...

Wei Xianglin was transferred to our class from other places in the fourth grade. He looks ordinary, naughty and silly. Many students don't like him and often play tricks on him. I also ignored him. But from that day on, Wei Xianglin and I became good friends.

After school at noon that day, at the intersection not far from the school gate, a little boy of five or six years old was kneeling. He was in rags and dirty, begging from passers-by. None of the passers-by looked directly at the little boy, let alone gave him a steel jump. His eyes were either disgusted or disgusted. At this moment, Wei Xianglin and I happened to pass by the little boy. I quickly turned around and pretended not to see the little boy begging, and walked quickly past. Wei Xianglin stopped, crouched down, looked at the little boy tenderly, took out five yuan from his pocket and put it in the boy's begging bowl. ...

I looked at the scene in front of me while waiting, and I didn't come to my senses until Wei Xianglin gave me a hand. I quickly asked, "How did you give him money? Aren't you afraid that he will pretend to be poor and cheat money? " Wei Xianglin smiled and said, "Maybe he is pretending to be poor and cheating money. If so, there must be bad people behind him. If he doesn't get the money, he will be beaten up. " Maybe because of family difficulties, he really needs help. I give money, in either case, I'm doing him a favor ... "

After listening to Wei Xianglin, I suddenly felt that Wei Xianglin was very cute. He is like a flower in the dust, which blooms beautifully inadvertently. Although it is subtle, it warms the world. ...

Warm excellent composition 13 The word warm is familiar to everyone. Speaking of this word, I think everyone's first reaction is warm climate, but I have another understanding. Do you want to know where my idea came from? Ok, I'll tell you a small and warm story.

It was a cold winter day, and I was going to a remedial class. Before that, I went to a noodle restaurant to eat noodles. When I arrived at the noodle restaurant, I took down my schoolbag and put it beside me, and then glanced at my watch: Ah! Class will begin in ten minutes! I quickly shoveled some chopsticks and noodles, and then rushed out of the noodle restaurant in a panic. As soon as I went out, I vaguely heard someone calling me behind me, but I was so anxious that I didn't look back. Running to the door of the remedial class, the teacher asked me why I didn't bring my schoolbag. I subconsciously touched my back and muttered: I said, why is it so light? It turns out that I didn't bring my schoolbag. I was just about to rush out of the remedial class to look for my schoolbag in the noodle restaurant when I saw the owner of that noodle restaurant coming with his schoolbag. He gasped and said to me, little friend, you left your schoolbag in my noodle shop. I called you many times and you didn't hear me, so I had to send it to you. Then he handed me the schoolbag, and I thanked him again and again. The noodle shop owner said with a smile: You're welcome, this little thing is nothing, as long as it doesn't delay your study, so hurry to class! Then he left.

Although it was very cold that day, I didn't feel cold from the moment I took my bag. Although the exhaled air will still turn into white smoke, my heart is warm. If people all over the world are as kind and helpful as noodle shop owners, the world will be better! I will also regard this noodle shop owner as an example of my life.

This is my Chinese character of the year-warmth! Every time I think about it, my heart is warm!

The high temperature of more than 30 degrees makes people reluctant to go out, even in the countryside surrounded by mountains, it is still unbearable, not to mention the workers on the construction site.

Grandpa is working at the construction site, and the hot air makes grandpa sweat like rain.

I sat in a small room reading a book. I have always been a filial child. Under normal circumstances, I won't bother adults when they are busy, but this time I can't help but want to bother grandpa and ask him to buy me a popsicle.

My leg is failing. Take me to see grandpa. In fact, I feel guilty about these "disobedient" legs from the heart.

"Grandpa, I want to eat popsicles."

Grandpa put down the bricks in his hand, raised a hand that looked like it was covered with a layer of oil paper, and wiped his sweat with his cuffs. The straw hat blocked the light like a waterfall, and the whole face was hidden in the shadow, and the outline of the face became clearer and clearer until he showed some yellow teeth, and grandpa smiled.

"Ok, Grandpa will buy it now, and you will go with me."

There is no small shop near the construction site, so we have to go to town to buy it.

I took my grandfather's electric car for more than ten minutes and arrived at the small shop in town. When I saw the freezer, popsicles accounted for more than half. All tastes and styles have hesitated, and I don't know which one to buy.

"I don't know which one to eat?"

I nodded.

"Then buy some each." Then he opened the freezer door and took two or three expensive ones. He counted thirteen.

"Grandpa, just one, not that much."

Grandpa smiled, rolled a plastic bag with cuffs, picked up the popsicle and walked to the cashier.

I bought the popsicle back, but my heart was full of sighs.

Grandpa always scrimps and saves, but just because I want to eat popsicles, I bought a lot. Grandpa grew up poor and only went to primary school. He couldn't afford these when he was a child. Now that he has grown up, shouldn't I treat him well?

Of course! Help me when I am young and love me, then I will love you when I grow up.

In the hot summer, a different warm current gently flows into my heart.

Warm and excellent composition 15 The afternoon sun shines on me. I squint slightly and feel the blood flowing happily in my body. My whole body seems to be bathed in hot water with pleasant temperature, which makes people feel a little warm in this cold autumn.

Warm, Pentium in the body, my mood has become cheerful. Jumping in the streets, animals and plants seem to fall in love with this warmth, bathing in the sun and enjoying the warmth in the autumn wind. Cats and puppies lie lazily on the sunny ground, not too dirty, and feel the heat brought by the sun intoxicated.

People also fall in love with the warm sunshine without exception. Grandparents moved out of the recliner, basked in the sun comfortably, got together to chat and enjoyed family happiness. Adults are also willing to sit in the sun and read books and take a nap.

A good word warms three winters, and a bad word hurts June. Sometimes, the collision and warmth of the mind is far more shocking than the physical body. A word of encouragement from the teacher will make our hearts surge and our fighting spirit soar; A word of concern from family members can make us full of confidence and high momentum; A word of appreciation from classmates can make us tough and confident. It is with this concern and praise that our life is colorful and full of joy and warmth!

Difficult exams can be broken with a word of encouragement before the exam; A task without a clue can be suddenly enlightened under the care of relatives; Know nothing about skills, can be inspired by the teacher's teaching ... It is the warmth of this sentence that makes us fearless and brave in the face of difficulties!

Sunshine lingers in the body for a long time, and warmth echoes in the body. Suddenly found that a warm world is so beautiful. ...