Composition on days that change from cold to hot

In daily study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write essays. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. Below is the essay I compiled for you on the days when the weather changes from cold to hot. I hope it can help you.

Looking back four years ago, she was just a piece of ice, the coldest and freezing ice. No matter who is with her, no matter how passionate they are, they will be poured cold water from head to toe by her.

In the first grade, she, Hanhan, had a relationship with me at the front and back desks. Looking at Hanhan, the high ponytail, the exquisite headdress, the beautiful earrings hanging from both ears, and the beautiful long dress look like a little fairy descending to earth. I am naturally lively, and I wanted to make friends with her when I pulled her, but with her arrogant personality, she shook her head firmly and said, "No." I looked at Hanhan like a piece of ice, timid.

Same autumn, different feeling. In the third grade, for some reason, Hanhan's ice was melted by my passionate stove. My relationship with her gradually became more subtle. Walking with Hanhan on the path after school, my heart became warm.

I remember one day in the third grade, the weather was so hot that it was like shutting a person into a big furnace, and my heart was the same as the weather. After the physical education class that time, the whole class was so hot that they were sweating profusely. They wiped the sweat and drank cold water. I'm such a fool, but I left my water glass at home and "slept". I was hot and thirsty, like a poor puppy. Hanhan, who was drinking heavily, saw her and handed her water glass to me, smiling and saying: "Drink quickly!" I looked at her like a wooden figure, and immediately looked like a fox who hadn't drank water for three days and three nights. He drank heavily. My heart was deeply moved, but I was so moved that I didn’t know what to say.

In the past, Hanhan, as the "little princess" among classmates, would have smiled faintly and looked at me coldly. From then on, Hanhan and I became inseparable good partners. After class, we always talk and laugh together like double-sided tape; after school, we always walk together hand in hand. Hanhan is my soulmate. I am always happiest when I talk to her about my concerns.

Looking at Hanhan, who has two small dimples when she smiles and is always filled with laughter like silver bells, I can’t help but think to myself: before, she was an ice cube, but now, she is a stove. The changes are truly radical.

In these days that changed from cold to hot, she changed from indifference to enthusiasm, and I changed from loss to happiness.