Wenxin memory composition

600-word warm memory composition (selected 6 1 article)

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a verbal activity for people to express their feelings in written form. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is a 600-word warm memory composition compiled by Bian Xiao for reference only. Let's have a look.

Warm memory composition 1

Warmth is a word that makes people feel warm. The warm atmosphere makes people comfortable, and the warm care makes people moved. Deep in the memory, warm memories are surging from time to time.

It was last summer vacation, and my parents contacted several like-minded friends to climb the mountain. Four or five families, adults and children add up to more than a dozen, talking and laughing all the way, adults say adults, we children play with children, let alone how happy we are.

When our five children were chasing each other and desperately climbing up, I suddenly felt dizzy, nauseous, unable to spit out, and very uncomfortable. Everyone stopped, formed a circle and looked at me with concern. Mom and dad are more anxious, let me drink water and pat my back. After tossing for a long time, I became more and more uncomfortable and couldn't get up again. We discussed it, others continued to climb, and our family of three sat in sightseeing bus.

At dinner time in the evening, I looked at all kinds of delicious dishes in the restaurant, but I didn't want to eat anything. My mother accompanied me anxiously. She touched my head ―― hot and hot! Mom and dad can't eat. Dad went to the drugstore to buy medicine. My mother quickly carried me back to my room, let me lie down, cover the quilt and cool me down with a towel. Seeing my mother around me, I was too busy to live, and my heart was warm.

It is quiet outside. Let's all go out to play I was lying in bed resting when someone knocked at the door. Who can it be here and now? The door opened and a familiar smiling face appeared in front of me. It's happy, my good friend! She brought me rice with food in her hand! She hasn't forgotten me, and my eyes are sweating!

Then, knocking on the door again and again brought smiling faces: Dai Xiaohan and Sun sent smiling faces with blessings. At that time, my only feeling was-warmth!

The warm feeling warms my heart, and warm memories surge in my heart from time to time, letting me know deeply how happy my life is!

Warm memory composition 2

Warmth, in my memory, is like a little starlight in the long night, giving me comfort and hope; Just like a cup of fragrant tea in the cold winter, it does not melt into a walk. How can that bowl of thick soup, that thick feeling, not arouse my warm memory?

I like grandpa's soup best. Grandpa never left the kitchen, but for me, he began to learn to cook. There is either too much salt or too little water all day. Although it is not easy for him to be an old man, finally one day, I couldn't help bursting out my pent-up anger.

That night, grandpa brought me a bowl of soup with a big smile for me to taste. I took a sip and frowned. My hands are shaking. After a few seconds of silence, I threw down my chopsticks with a gloomy face and said, "Is this kind of thing eaten by people?" Grandpa's smile froze on his face and he didn't speak for a long time. I stormed into the room.

After a while, my stomach began to protest, and it was even worse to hear the sound of cooking soup next door. So, I secretly touched the table and the bowl of soup was still there. I think: no matter how bad, you can always satisfy your hunger. So I ate it. The smell, I closed my eyes, and the movie pictures in my mind flashed: the sound of cooking next door, warm yellow lights, calloused hands, wrinkled face, tears and soup from an old man over 70 years old slowly flowed into my heart.

From then on, Grandpa's soup became more and more delicious. He always puts the soup in front of me and then looks at me with a slight smile. When he looks at me wolfing down soup, he will have a gratified smile on his face. If one day I have a bad appetite and don't finish my soup, he will be very depressed. I drink soup only for the sake of the bowl of thick soup that looks like family, and also for the sake of the affection that is better than thick soup.

Now my grandfather has gone back to his hometown because I have grown up. How long has it been since I smelled that strong fragrance? How long has it been since I tasted that mellow taste? Grandpa from a different place, can he make a bowl of this soup?

Warm, bake the memory fluffy and fragrant. This is the charm of time! He will quietly take that one away, but bring a bowl of hot soup with warm memories!

Warm memory composition 3

In winter, the cold wind blows hard, and I walk up and down on my way home. The happiness of people around me has nothing to do with me. The cheerful birds stopped singing, and all the happy things in the past disappeared. I subconsciously touched the test paper in my pocket and touched 79 written in red pen. When I come home in winter, my mother always greets me with a big smile and hands me a jiaozi covered with green flowers, while I pat the test paper on the table like a victorious soldier. But today, there is a big stone hanging in my heart. "It seems that I can't eat jiaozi today," I thought.

The road is getting shorter and shorter, and I finally stand in front of my house. Just as I was wandering irregularly, the door was suddenly opened, and I took two steps back in fear, leaving only a trace of blood on my face. Mother stood at the door with a big smile on her face and said, "I'll pick you up." Come in! " "I entered the door in fear and trembling and blurted out involuntarily," I only got 79 in math. " The voice grew louder and louder until it was as thin as a mosquito's voice. I didn't dare to look my mother in the eye and hurried back to my room. Just when I was nervous, a fragrance came, and I couldn't help feeling lost. In the past, it was the creature behind this fragrance that warmed my cold body. The smell is still there, but I can't eat any more. At this moment, my mother suddenly pushed the door and came in with a bowl of jiaozi in her hand. Jiaozi is glittering and translucent, full and round, with chopped green onion dotted with green. She put jiaozi in front of me and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam once. Review carefully, I believe you can do well in the exam! Eat quickly! "At that time, I have been fighting back tears and swallowed a jiaozi. Delicious, hot air warmed my cold body, melted every drop of blood that I was touched by ice, every inch of skin that was ruthlessly blown by cold air, and every place that was hurt by sharp snowflakes were warmed at this moment, which made my heart surge. I know very well that my body is warm, but where my parents are, my heart will always be warm.

A warm current named love moistens my cold heart and makes me remember this warm memory forever.

Warm memory composition 4

Today, I went to the nursing home with my mother, godmother and many caring people to visit the lonely elderly.

On the way to the nursing home, there was a light snow in the sky. If you look at the window carefully, you will see strange little snowflakes, some of which are like "little babies" of Xanthium sibiricum. Some are like small flowers; About an hour later, the nursing home arrived. We walked into the nursing home with all kinds of condolences, including towels, warm vests, toilet paper, soap, underwear, pads, cakes, breakfast biscuits, rice, white flour, cooking oil, toothbrush and toothpaste. According to the dean, nursing homes are all lonely old people with mental retardation, disability and stupidity, so this nursing home is free.

We send cakes and breakfast biscuits to the old people. They were very moved when they filmed it. Some of them cried, and we also cried. Then there is the condolence performance. My godmother's friend played two songs for you on the saxophone, one is the dedication of love, and the other is Heaven. I also played a song for you with cucurbit silk. The song is called Pteris in the Moonlight. In the warm applause and demands of everyone, I played a song "Single Yingying Red" for everyone, and they sang along with it, which could bring them a little happiness. I am very happy.

In my little memory, I have participated in such a love offering activity for six or seven times. For example, when I was in college, in addition to donating money, materials and clothes, I became a small volunteer when I was four and a half years old. Every time such an activity scene is deeply left in my mind, when I grow up, when I have more abilities and skills, I can help more people in need. I also hope that all mankind can help each other, make the world warmer and happier, and make the world better and happier!

Warm memory composition 5

There are many wonderful moments in life that are worth remembering, and the most unforgettable one is to get selfless help from others when encountering difficulties. This warm moment is most worthy of our careful experience. If I am a sailboat, then this warm moment should be the wind that pushes me to the other side!

I remember one math exam, the teacher asked me to bring a ruler for drawing questions, but it happened that the ruler was lost at this time, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind me. "What's the matter with you? You seem very anxious. " I turned around and saw that it was my good friend-Li Yuxin. I said sadly, "There is a drawing problem in today's exam. The teacher said to bring a ruler, but I lost it. " She smiled and said, "Nothing, I can lend it to you." My mood improved in an instant. I glanced at her pencil case casually and said disappointedly, "But you only have a ruler. If you lend it to me, you can't use it. I can't delay your exam. I'd better borrow it from someone else. " She smiled and said, "Nothing, I have an idea." As she spoke, she broke the ruler without hesitation. She handed me a passage, waved her hand and said generously, "Take it!" " I picked up a ruler and looked at it. What a beautiful ruler, but now it's folded in half. At that moment, I felt a warm current in my heart.

After the exam, I put the ruler on her desk and said shyly, "What a pity it is such a beautiful ruler. I'll give you a new one tomorrow! " "But she handed the ruler to my hand again and said with a smile," I'll give you this half as a souvenir! ""I am also happy to say, "Well, thank you!"

Until now, I still keep that ruler, because it embodies our friendship. Whenever I think back on this incident, I always feel a warm current rushing all over my body. May this warm and beautiful memory accompany every step of my future life.

Warm memory composition 6

Everyone will have some warm memories in his heart. Those hours may not be worth mentioning at that time, but in retrospect, in the cold winter, I felt a warm current gushing out of my heart. It was a severe winter and snowflakes were flying. I was walking alone on my way home, and the north wind roared. It's already dusk, and it's even colder. I stepped on the road carefully, where the melted ice and snow were blown into ice by the north wind. I accidentally slipped and it was getting dark. I slipped and lay in the snow, and suddenly there was a biting coolness behind me. I stood up at once.

Walking, I saw a group of aunts cleaning up the ice and snow, and my loneliness disappeared. When they were in a slightly better mood, I slipped and fell on the ice again. There was no water at that time, but I fell heavily on the ice, and a pain swept through my body, complaining about all this in my heart. But the aunts who were cleaning up the ice and snow in the distance saw it, dropped their shovels and ran over to pull me up to help me fight the ice and snow. Why am I looking at this group of aunts so careless? Thank you, thank you for making the haze in my heart suddenly disappear. Young man, hurry home if you have nothing to do. Well, I smiled and said goodbye to my aunts. I walked home quickly. At the corner, I looked back at the group of aunts. They silently cleaned the road with shovels. Behind them, the road is clean, without any ice and snow. Looking at their backs, my eyes are moist. The north wind is blowing, but I am warm all over, not only because my aunts helped me up, but also because there are people in this society who give silently like them. Although it was a short encounter, in retrospect, there will still be a warm current in my heart.

Warm memory composition 7

In my memory, some make me unforgettable, some make me happy and some make me sad. But that time, I really felt the warmth of maternal love, and the scenes were printed in my mind, which I will never forget.

It was one night and a mountain of homework kept coming at me. I worked hard, and my homework was about to be cleared, but a math thinking question blocked my way forward. I used two whole pieces of draft paper, but I didn't get it. Looking at the time passing by, I still don't know anything. Mom saw it and stayed with me to help me.

Suddenly, my mother said, "I figured it out!" " "Broke the silence of the night. She told me step by step, but one of my calculations made my mother hang her head and continue thinking. Suddenly, my body shook and sneezed. When my mother saw it, she quickly took off her coat and put it on for me. I sneezed several times in succession, and my mother said to me with concern, "Haohao, in this case, shall I heat you a glass of milk?" I agreed impatiently. Soon, my mother's hurried footsteps disappeared in my hearing.

Mother gasped and handed me hot milk. I don't care, just put the milk on the table.

Mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's do this problem later. Drink milk first. If it's cold, it doesn't matter at all. Drink it quickly! " I picked up the milk, gulped it down, wiped my mouth and continued to immerse myself in the "mathematical world".

It seems that perhaps this cup of hot milk played a role, and my thoughts suddenly became clear and I found a solution. At this time, my mother seemed to understand. We studied, drew and wrote together. Finally, we solved this "super problem".

This milk is unusually warm. What kind of love is behind it? Yes, it is maternal love, with another kind of warmth, accompanying me.

This incident brought me the warmest memories.

Warm memory composition 8

Time flies like a speeding train. I am a junior three student. From Grade One to Grade Three, my deskmate changed several times, and the story between us was like the twinkling stars in the sky. Don't worry, I'll choose the biggest and brightest one to share with you.

"Well, I didn't remember my homework. What should I do? " At sunset, I dragged my tired body back to the classroom, my legs were full of lead and my throat was thirsty. "If I had known, I wouldn't have gone to the choir. Isn't it asking for trouble every time you come back so late? " I talked to myself while slowly tidying up my schoolbag. Suddenly, my eyes lit up: the homework assigned by the teacher was neatly written in the notebook at home, and the handwriting was familiar as if it could be seen every day, which was not inferior to my handwriting. Who helped me remember? I looked around and saw that the classroom was empty and there was no one there. Turning to another page, three small words "Zhou" came into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes for fear that I was mistaken, but those words seemed to blink mischievously and said to me, "Yes, that's me!" " "At the moment, I can't help but think of the scene two days ago. We argued endlessly about the size of the table. She threw me a sentence: "I want to break up with you." "I was so angry that I secretly cried, but I didn't want to be found weak by her, so I had to pretend to be indifferent. The two men are so deadlocked. How could she forgive me so quickly and help me with my homework?

The next morning, the Chinese class was over. I touched her hand and went straight to the point: "Hey, what happened to yesterday's homework?" "I guess you'll be late again, so I'll take out my homework and help you remember it. How come? Is the handwriting bad or you can't read it? " Her face was full of questions. I shook my head gently. "I just thought you were still angry with me." "Shouldn't deskmates help each other? And it's not that you are lazy, but that you are not available! " With that, she flew out of the classroom like a happy bird.

The warm sunshine shone on me through the window, and a warm current suddenly welled up in my heart.

Warm memory composition 9

It's getting late, dark clouds are like soldiers, and depressed people can hardly breathe. I sat in my seat, waited for a while, looked at my report card, and felt as if I had been caught by an invisible hand. Something hot crossed my face and flowed into my mouth, which was astringent.

The night wind is very cold, as if it gave you a crisp slap in the face and made you realize the reality clearly. It was more like an ice pick, which plunged directly into my heart and made me feel cold. I dialed the familiar number with trepidation.

"hello? What's wrong? " Listening to the familiar voice, all my defenses collapsed. I squatted on the ground feebly, clutching my mobile phone and crying myself. "What's the matter? Hello? Son, what's the matter with you? " Mother's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone. "Mom, I finished the exam, but I didn't do well." I have tears in my eyes and my voice is intermittent. Mother's soft voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Nothing, just try your best. During this time, you have worked hard. "

Suddenly, the phone seems to have been taken away by my father, and his kind words came from the microphone: "Son, it doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam." Try harder next time, and mom and dad will believe you. "

I hardly heard what my father said behind, but these two words of my father and mother echoed in my mind over and over again. Gradually, I felt a warm current spread from my heart and slowly spread all over my limbs. The wind seems to have softened, the air seems to be less depressing, and the night seems to be less cold. My heart, gradually melted by the heating. I suddenly realized that no matter where we go, wherever we go, our parents will always stand behind us and silently support us. I secretly made up my mind that I must work hard to make them proud of me!

That night, my parents' words will always be in my heart. My parents' understanding and concern are the warmest memories in my life!

Warm memory composition 10

In my memory, there are many warm feelings, all about love.

Love is great, it can make people happy, make people brave, love is everywhere, and teachers care about us, which is love; Students encourage you and help you, which is also love; It is also love for parents to spoil us.

Speaking of love, I think of my mother.

One afternoon last winter, it rained. I wait for my mother to pick me up at school. I saw my classmates go home, leaving me alone. The teacher came over and asked with concern, "Why don't you go home?" No umbrella? "I said," my mother will pick me up soon. "At this moment, I saw my mother looking for me at the school gate. I shouted, "Mom, I'm here. "As soon as my mother saw me, she hurried over. Seeing my cold hands shaking, she quickly took off her coat and let me put it on. My mother's coat is very big. When I put it on, I feel very warm.

On the way home, my mother tilted her umbrella to my side, but half of her body was in the rain, so I asked, "Mom, why don't you cover your umbrella?" Mother lovingly replied, "I don't want my baby daughter to get sick." I looked down, tears slowly flowing down. I pushed my umbrella to my mother to let the rain fall on my face, because I didn't want my mother to know that I was crying.

When I got home, my mother's clothes were soaked. I immediately went to get a towel and handed it to my mother. I went to the bathroom to put hot water and help my mother find clothes. I called, "Mom can take a shower. I'll help you find clothes and put hot water on it. " Mother said happily, "Thank you, daughter."

I wore my mother's coat back to my room, reluctant to take it off, as if enjoying my mother's warm embrace.

Looking back on this trivial matter, although it is very small, those memories are so touching, because with these memories, I can grow up healthily, just like a clean stream, nourishing my childhood.