A composition with the theme of warmth

Everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it, especially the topic composition, which is of great significance in the composition. Topic composition only provides the topic of writing, and there are no restrictions on the center, materials, structure, style and language. So how should this type of composition be written? The following is my composition (selected) with the theme of warmth. Welcome to read and collect.

Warm composition 1 Yes, there is no warmer feeling in the world than father's love. Mr. Zheng Chunhua expressed kindness and seriousness from his father among his big-headed son and small-headed father. Express that sincerity between father and son. Beyond worldly feelings. After reading it, I thought of my old father.

My father is an ordinary farmer, and farm work and housework make him grow old prematurely. His hair has turned white, his forehead is wrinkled, and his back has been slightly hunched ... but he has been caring for me with your warm love. My father accompanied me for seventeen years.

After junior high school, we lived together. When I came home from vacation, I saw my father drawing something on the calendar. After repeated questioning, I realized that the first thing my father did when he came back from work every day was to draw a line on the calendar and calculate the day when I left home. He misses his son so much, but he can only use this beating symbol to tell his love for his son.

In order to make me live well and live like other children, my father never let me lose money. He wants his son to live happily. Others have it, so do I. I once ignored my dad all day because of a little thing. At this time, dad was not only not angry, but also teased me.

During the senior high school entrance examination, because something happened at home, my father sold my mother's wedding gift-the watch, which my mother bought from a far place. My eyes were wet when my father sold me a watch and sent me 150 yuan. My father, who never shed tears, shed tears. I jumped into my father's love and cried. Dad saw me on the bus and just said, "Take a good exam, don't worry about home and go to high school." I nodded to my father.

My father is one of millions of parents in China. They don't have any amazing pioneering work. Like all fathers, they run between field troops. In my eyes, no matter how many wrinkles are carved on his face by the steel knife of time, no matter how many white hairs are dyed on his eyes by the brush of time, he will always be my most respected and favorite person. Because of these wrinkles, these white hairs record my stumbling growth process. Contains his bitterness.

Father is the sky above my head, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. It should be my happiest moment! On the way forward, I would like to turn into a tear of my father, turn this tear into a breeze, and dry the sweat on my father's forehead! May these tears turn into full blessings and accompany my father to live a happy life!

A noisy restaurant, a warm corner.

After dinner, I put down the tableware and prepared to leave the restaurant. Inadvertently, my eyes swept to another table, where Mr. Cao and his daughter sat. I froze-it's normal for father and daughter to have a meal, because his daughter is very young and can't eat much. Teacher Cao went to get a bowl of soup, gulped it down, and then made a bowl of rice with the soup bowl. He sat down, picked up the spoon and pushed the plate in front of his daughter. Then, he divided the dish "kung pao chicken" into two parts: one is diced chicken and the other is diced vegetables. He put diced chicken into his daughter's rice with a spoon, but there is no chicken in his bowl.

Both father and daughter are very happy-my father is immersed in the joy of dedication, my daughter is immersed in the fragrance of food ... and I, as a bystander, feel my father's great love in my heart, and a warm current of love slowly flows all over my body. ...

Meditate.

Does Teacher Cao do this to her daughter? Every parent pays for his child, and every child receives or is receiving a gift from his parents, but most importantly, do we feel it?

In fact, God is really unfair to parents. When children are not sensible, their efforts are not remembered by children; When children have their own ideas, parents should also correct their ideological mistakes, which may lead to their incomprehension. Therefore, 90% of parents' love is like a boat on the sea, which has passed without a trace. It is often when we don't pay attention to it or even resent it that our parents' love is passed on without reservation. ...

"Jingle, bang!" The sound of tableware brought me back to reality. Looking at the smiling father and daughter, I walked out of the restaurant with a warm heart. ...

Composition 3 on the topic of warmth often reads "warmth", but what kind of feeling it is, I really have never experienced it. Mom often says that dad gives people a warm feeling, so dad is warm.

Warmth is humor. Dad always uses his humorous language to calm everyone down instantly when they quarrel. Once, when my father mopped the floor, he mistook washing powder for detergent and wasted a lot. Mom lost her temper, but dad excused herself; It's all decontamination. Everything is the same. The more my mother thinks about it, the angrier she gets. In a rage, she poured a basin of water on my father. Dad wiped the water on his face with his hand and walked over to say; Yes, it will rain cats and dogs after the thunder and lightning. Dad's words made mom never lose her temper again. A little humor prevented a war at home and made our home warm again.

Warmth is strict. No matter what I do, my father is strict with me. ...

Warmth is encouragement. My father always encourages me when I fail in the exam. ...

I finally understand my mother's words. Warmth is love, and it is my father's love for me and our family. ...

Composition 4 "Tintin Tintin-"struck eleven times on the topic of warmth, "Pa Pa-"childhood bubbles burst eleven times, and "sasha vujacic-"childhood little feet left eleven small footprints on the beach. Unconsciously, I, a cheerful little girl, have grown from babbling to eleven years old. In these eleven years, my parents have taken care of me too much, and I will only spoil them. My mother works very hard every day. It's really tiring to go home from work and help me cook. After much thinking, I decided to help my mother wash her feet.

At night, the sparse stars in the sky are blinking their eyes, and the wind is whistling in the window of the house, as if angry with my decision. Just after washing the rice bowl, I poured a basin of warm water, dragged my mother into the bathroom, found a chair for her to sit on, and said, "Mom, I solemnly declare that I will wash your feet." Mother smiled with relief and said, "Well, you have this filial piety." "No, filial piety should be expressed by practical actions." I said, "I can't make money yet, but at least I can help you with some housework." My mother cried at my words.

Mother soaked her feet in the basin, and I soaked her feet with soap again and again. My mother looked at me and smiled, smiling so sweetly and beautifully, like a blooming flower. "Mom, let me sing Lu for you," I said. "Very good." Mom replied. "I gently think of my mother's love/sparkling tears/the tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers/the dolls on the ground miss my mother/I gently think of my mother's love/sparkling tears …" My mother played the rhythm and I sang, and the warm breath filled the whole family.

Composition 5 is about warmth. In today's math class, I learned "inequality". When I came home from school, it suddenly occurred to me: isn't my home also an inequality? And with the passage of time, this inequality is constantly changing!

When I was a child, I was > mom+dad. In the morning, when I want to go to school, my parents get up early, help me tidy up my schoolbag and clothes, and cook a delicious breakfast for me. On summer nights, while doing my homework, I listened to the chirping of birds outside the window, feeling hotter and hotter, and I couldn't help but be agitated. At this time, my mother quietly turned on the electric fan, and the wind immediately blew away my troubles. On winter nights, my hands and feet are cold and I can't sleep all night. At that time, there was no electric heating bag, so my father braved the cold to boil water, then filled the hot water bag and took it to my bed. After receiving the steaming hot water bottle, a warm current suddenly welled up in my heart.

However, if my father or I do something wrong and make my mother angry, our family will become mother > me+father. In this case, my father and I were miserable and immediately fell into hot water: we ate fast food in a fast food box every day, and no one washed our clothes when they were dirty, leaving our house in a mess. We have no choice but to submit to our mother and try our best to please her. At this time, my mother's face will turn from cloudy to sunny, and a family of three can eat hot meals cooked by my mother.

As for my father, he seldom gets angry. As the head of the family, he always silently bears all the burdens in life. If it really annoys him, dad > me+mom. Dad is very strong. He can lift a refrigerator if he wants. No one can persuade him when he is angry. Even the neighbors could hear his shouts. My mother and I didn't dare to persuade him at all, so we had to wait for him to get angry.

When I make a mistake, my parents will form an alliance, and my face will turn from sunny to cloudy at once. As the saying goes, "heroes don't suffer immediate losses." In this case, I had to admit my mistake and write a letter of guarantee. A "rainbow" appeared on their faces.

My family is a constantly changing inequality. In this ever-changing inequality, although there are joys and sorrows, it does make me feel the happiness and warmth of my family.

On the campus, children are wandering in the paradise of knowledge, and the sound of reading is advancing; On campus, teachers stretch the world of talent, and hard sweat breeds the notes of spring; Campus, we * * * pursue consistency, exude youthful vitality, and catch up with a better tomorrow!

-Because there is warmth here and love here.

It is another cool afternoon. Warm sunshine through the dense leaves, leaving a beautiful image on the ground, quiet and elegant. Not far away, the songs of birds and the sounds of books were blown all over the campus by the wind.

Heart, silently feeling this subtle and far-reaching static beauty, intoxicated and silent, warm and quiet, but with some thoughts, after all, it is the last year, after all, I can't see the rising sun in the east on September 1 day at my alma mater, and suddenly my mind flashed the familiar figures of teachers and the vibrant faces of my classmates, which made me feel ups and downs and lost in thought-

Qingqing campus is a place that haunts me. How many times, my classmates and friends and I walked hand in hand on the campus path, whispering, talking about future dreams, exploring the answers to difficult problems, reading our favorite books to the fullest, and spilling a string of laughter. ...

Qingqing campus is a place I regret. How many times, I heard the teacher's loud voice, which was magnificent, beautiful, the inspiration of life, the principle of being a man and the requirement of doing things. I understood dignity, faith and perseverance, and spoke a series of teachings and truths. ...

Qingqing campus is where I accumulate friendship. How many times, help each other, unite and be friendly with classmates. I have long felt what Li Shangyin called "but I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn", tasted a kind of innocence and friendliness, tasted a kind of timely and selfless help, and overflowed a string of vitality. ...

Qingqing campus is the place where I realize my dream. How many times, in the poetic environment of the campus, two beautifully painted teaching buildings stand, and the sound of reading flies out of every classroom, like beautiful music moving slowly, sowing the seeds of dreams. ...

Today, the campus is still beautiful in spring, clean as new, elegant and beautiful. Before I leave my alma mater, I will work harder and harder to win glory for my alma mater in the last year to make up for my incomparable attachment to the campus!

Composition 7 on the topic of warmth has such a place that accommodates more than half of your 24 hours a day; There is such a group of people who will accompany you through the most gorgeous three years of your life and witness all your joys and sorrows.

This place is your classroom; These people are your classmates who live together day and night.

Once upon a time, in ignorance, we walked into that class with novelty and fantasy, uneasy heartbeat and reddish cheeks. We look at those strange faces and secretly wonder who we will spend the next three years with.

Today, we have melted our hearts in this group. All smiles are no longer strange, because time has deeply penetrated the unspeakable tacit understanding into our blood. We have learned to look up and proudly say the class number we know by heart, confident and loud.

Once, the cry on the sports field moved you, made you surge, and suddenly gave you infinite power. You suddenly feel that as long as you fight for the honor of this family, even if you lose, the tears you shed are sweet. Sincere encouragement and blessings before the exam make you completely forget all your worries and doubts. You begin to understand that competition and friendship can exist.

Once upon a time, laughter in the shade, hard work in the examination room; Once, I talked about my dream and ran bravely together.

So, when did you start to be madly attached to this group and even love this class? You don't allow others to insult and despise her, and you don't allow her aura to be covered with even a trace of dust.

So, when did you begin to understand that a drop of water will have endless vitality only if it is injected into a river? Only when a piece of charcoal is put into a bonfire will there be a real forgetfulness burning. You begin to try to downplay your own joys and sorrows, and try to integrate yourself into the struggle and happiness of this family.

You begin to understand that the most touching scene in life is that dozens of people's hearts overlap and dozens of hands are tightly pulled together. Dozens of people, with the temperature of their palms, guard a dream of * * *, and strive to maintain the glory and pride of a * * *.

You begin to understand that this place is your home; These people are your family.

You begin to thank God for giving you such a warm family. You decided to spend your whole life remembering this place that recorded all your breaths and tears and carried all your sweat and dreams.

You will always remember that you set sail from here. Starting from this warm home, you are carrying a heavy dream and looking up at the sky step by step; You take off from this dreamland, have invisible wings in the storm, break away from your arms and fly higher. You will always remember that there is eternal encouragement behind you and in the staggered eyes; Those warm palms are your eternal trust. So, unconsciously, you have faded from your previous femininity and cowardice; Unconsciously, you become so strong.

Senior three brothers and sisters, the college entrance examination is coming soon. I know this is not the season of affection, but I still hope you can stare at your classroom for the last time, hug your classmates for the last time, and say thank you to your teacher seriously for the last time. Please remember the smile that swept away the haze for you in the past three years, and the hand that gave you hope in the dark in the past three years.

Through the scattered time, please remember which land is burning your dreams; What kind of warmth makes you look radiant. Please remember your family and this warm family.

Eight people in winter put on thick winter clothes without exception. But no matter how cold the winter is, no matter how thick the winter clothes are, they still can't stop people's fiery hearts. You see, isn't the old man doing morning exercises in that park a good representative? Some of them are boxing, some are doing aerobics and some are dancing swords. One by one, I practiced so happily that my forehead was sweating.

In fact, winter also has a vibrant side.

Speaking of winter, the most exciting things are freezing and snowing. As soon as the snow fell, our necks shrank with cold, and we suddenly became active. Snowball fights and snowmen are the happiest things in winter. As soon as the north wind blew, the river was covered with shiny ice. If it is thick enough, we can travel around the world on it. It doesn't matter if it is thinner. The north wind will blow for another two days, and the ice will become thicker.

In fact, in winter, there is also a cheering side.

In winter, the cold wind blows hard. Don't think that this can stop people's affection. When the family gathered around the table, eating hot pot and laughing, the scene was really sweet.

In fact, there is a happy side in winter.

In winter, it is more like a cup of freshly brewed coffee, warm and warm.

Composition on the topic of warmth 9. Poplar flowers fall in people's yards as early as desert snow; In the ancient well chiseled with clear stones, small iron drums echoed leisurely on the shaft wall; A red oiled paper umbrella curled up in the rain; In a small hotel, there was an old farmer with a pipe in his mouth and a half-eyed taste. These are familiar and kind to us, aren't they?

Warmth is a landscape, and if you walk in it with a leisurely mood, it will also become a landscape. Warmth is the favorite moment when Chongyang climbs the mountain and another boarder sings "I see how charming Qingshan is, and Qingshan should see me". That is, when I am depressed, I sit in my friend's study, holding freshly brewed hot tea and looking at it with relief.

On winter night, I came back from the south of the city to the east of the city to eat "spicy soup" and was raided by a sprinkler. There's nowhere to run. I turned around to take a cold bath. The waterwheel passed, but I still did it, only to find a boy standing in front of me, soaked to the skin ... In the days that followed, no one mentioned it again and no longer accepted his care. The feeling in my heart is so deep.

Asking questions is a tacit understanding. When there is nothing to say, a silent gaze is enough to express that wordless warmth.

Warmth is a dim inn, intermittent guitar sound; Pushing open the door, several old friends suddenly shouted "Look at the sword" and stabbed themselves. The sword stabbed, but it was a long cane, so a lot of slag and jokes came out.

I left a foreign land a few years ago and returned to my hometown. The next day, I received a tearful letter. Vaguely wrote: "The afternoon after you left, it suddenly snowed heavily. The merlin under the big man was red, and there were many delicious pies in the shop. Come back ... "At that time, I wanted to go back to town, not to see the plum blossoms in the snow. It's not just any pie, it's just that kind of deep, sentimental human touch.

Warmth is a kind of human feeling, which always seeps into the heart quietly, moving and happy, you know?

Warm is walking in the small street of the border town, singing loudly, which leads pedestrians to secretly talk: "Are you an artist?" But he waved and ran to the slowly moving last bus. The driver stopped the car, opened the door and returned with a kind smile.

How much warm knitting should there be in a lifetime? Those fleeting feelings that moisten my eyes and those stories that will never be forgotten will gradually accumulate in my heart and sink into the most dignified, beautiful and meaningful warmth. With the passage of time and the change of mood, they will never be ignored or cherished.

The warmth of birds is the nest, the warmth of trees is the earth, and the warmth of wind is the sky. Of course, I also have my warmth.

I don't know how many warm things you have seen and how you understand warmth, but I have seen many warm things and I have my own views on warmth.

The warmth is grandma's kind eyes; Warmth is delicious cooked by mother; Warmth is a smile between friends; Warmth is playful humor among classmates; Warmth is holding an umbrella in the rain; Warmth is holding a car in the shed; Warmth is to help the blind cross the road; Warm is to give your seat to the old man in the car; Warm is a friend's email; Warmth is a phone call from the prodigal son; Warmth is fragrant jasmine tea; Warmth is the water you drink when you are hungry; What is warm when you have a fever is a bowl of ginger soup. ...

Warmth is everywhere, she is dribs and drabs in your life, and you are inadvertently dribs and drabs. Warmth is invisible and intangible in people's eyes. But I firmly believe that as long as you carefully observe the dribs and drabs in your life and carefully recall every word and every movement you have said, you can find her, and the warmth is not far from you. Actually, she's right next to you!

There are always people in the world who are far away from warmth, but warmth is never far away from anyone. Therefore, we should observe our life carefully from now on, and we will definitely see warm traces!

Although I have been on campus for many days, it seems to have happened yesterday, as if I were still at home, enjoying delicious meals and surrounded by the care of my elders.

Speaking of school meals, I believe that students who have lived in school must know what it is like. Take fried pork liver as an example. I don't like it at all, and uncle's cooking in the school cafeteria is really a bit hard to swallow. A few grotesque pieces of pig liver were piled on the plate, mixed with several pieces of onions of different sizes. No matter how hard I try, I can't arouse my appetite. Sometimes it goes with my favorite potato, but the sight of pig liver makes me lose interest. Compared with the food at home, it is really a heaven and an underground. Every time I go home, my parents have to make a big table. For example, hot and sour shredded potatoes, such as sweet and sour pork ribs, such as spicy tofu, and my favorite braised pork-I can't help but smack my lips when I think about these. "Look, this is your favorite braised pork." Mother's voice came from my ear. Where there is fat on the lean meat on the plate, my mother has already removed it. I am like a tiger that has been hungry for several days, and I don't care about the image of a lady at all. I wolfed it down and kept praising "it's delicious. It's worthy of my mother's cooking." When my mother heard this, she always said with distress, "I have only been in school for a few days." You see my daughter is hungry. " The two pairs of chopsticks across the street have never moved under the lamp.

Let's talk about dormitory life again. I can't sleep at night because of my poor self-control. We like several young ladies to chat and stay up late, which leads to insufficient sleep time and always dozes off the next day. This has seriously affected the effect of listening to lectures. Think about my small room, think about the crib at home, eat and drink enough every night, lie in the crib after finishing the study task, look at the starry sky outside the window, feel much quieter, and fall asleep unconsciously. A cool breeze woke me up in the middle of the night, only to see my mother crept in, put my bare arms under the bed and walked out gently. I can always feel my mother's concern for me, and I can always taste the warmth of home inadvertently.

Although living on campus is very hard, when it comes to study and life, I think everything is worthwhile. This is a growing process and an indispensable "seasoning" in life. As long as the spiritual food is strong enough, what difficulties can't be overcome? Now I have completely adapted to campus life, and my daily affairs are arranged in an orderly way, so I don't have to worry about trifles anymore.

At home, I tasted the warmth brought by my family. At school, I tasted knowledge. Although they are different, they are indispensable. I will cherish them, bury them in my heart and savor them slowly.