Write an 800-word novel around two in the morning.

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Flowers bloom and fall, and how many warm stories are staged in it; How many warm stories have gone away with the long-flowing water. On this energetic day, how many people are silently warming you? In my eyes, everything my parents gave me can't be compensated in this life. In particular, their care, love and attention cannot be bought with money. Growing up in warmth, I deeply realized this. On the threshold of my memory, I will never forget: one day in the summer vacation, when my mother and I were cleaning the room, because of my carelessness, we didn't grasp the handle of the chair, so that we fell from the high cabinet and hit our chin on the marble at the corner of the table. Suddenly blood spilled out and dyed the collar of my dress red. My mother turned white when she heard running from the next room and saw me like this. But she immediately realized something, took out a lot of cotton from the medicine box, blocked my wound and sent me to the hospital at once. At this time, my father is having a meeting in Ningbo. When he learned the news, he drove to the hospital quickly. Because my father is not around, my mother's burden is particularly heavy. I know she is actually more nervous and heartbroken than I am. At that time, I thought it would be okay to apply some medicine and wrap it up. Who knows, the doctor said that the wound must be stitched up with a needle. Because the incision is too big and there is much bleeding, it will have a bad effect. It's horrible to think about sewing with a needle, let alone experience it personally. Looking at the needle that the nurse brought to sew the wound, my heart beat faster and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. When the doctor raised the needle and began to sew up my injured chin, my mother's warm hand gripped me tightly. At this time, a feeling of stability and calmness came to my mind, and my heart slowly relaxed. I know that my mother's warm big hand holds my hand tightly here, and my father's comforting words are closely connected with me there. I am warm and happy. I didn't cry at that time, because I felt the warmth from my parents at this dangerous moment far from the edge of life and death. By the time my father arrived at the hospital, my wound had been stitched up and put on gauze. Seeing my father, I threw myself into his arms. Maybe now I realize the fear atmosphere in the infirmary. Maybe I have never experienced such a thing, and I am very wronged. In my father's arms, I shed tears that I have endured for a long time. My father looked at me with a smile, and his rough but warm hand brushed my cheek: "Silly child, don't cry. It's all over, isn't it? " Yes, everything has passed, everything will pass, but for everything my parents gave, I hope it will not pass and be preserved forever. After that, my father painted me with liquid medicine and changed gauze every day. It's hot in summer, and my father is afraid that my wound is inflamed. He cleans my wound every day and never delays a little time. Due to the careful care of my father, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said that the wound had healed and grew well. Warm, do not need to use beautiful words to describe, do not need to use exquisite brush to carve, but still bright and dazzling. A classmate's progress, a teacher's sincere greetings and a friend's warm help all make you feel warm. And do you still remember the sincere warmth of too many parents? Cherish all the warmth, and the warmth of your parents will accompany you to overcome difficulties and obstacles. In the face of danger and competition, they must be your spiritual pillar!

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In life, there are many moments worthy of our careful experience. Among these moments, the most unforgettable is the warm moment, which reflects the warmth of the world. And tell us some truth in life so that they can never forget it. On a Sunday, it rained all morning and finally cleared up in the afternoon. I put on my new clothes and went for a walk in the street. The road that has been in disrepair for a long time is full of potholes and accumulated a lot of water. I walked humming, and the small trees in the street were washed clean by the rain, which made people feel brand-new. The blue sky and fresh air after the rain make people feel happy. The traffic on the road is still heavy, and a black motorcycle passes by me quickly. 1 of "wow", splashing sewage came at me mercilessly. In the face of this sudden "attack", before I could react, I found this little mud on my body, and my good mood was swept away. I can't help secretly complaining in my heart. Just as I turned to go home, a car appeared in front of me again. I reacted immediately and quickly dodged to avoid my new clothes. At the moment I fled, the host seemed to see through my mind, slowed down and walked slowly by me. Through the window, I vaguely saw that the host seemed to show a gentle smile, considerate, sincere and caring. Looking at his smile, I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart. It seems that my worry is that there is no sewage splashing where the extra car passes, but the warm smile of the owner is deeply imprinted in my mind. In the future, whenever I walk in the street, I will always think of him, because he made me realize what a warm moment is for the first time. Give me warmth, and I will find the most touching green in the endless desert. Give me warmth, and I will feel the coolest in the scorching sun. Give me warmth, and I will gain the most touching power on the thorn road. Everyone longs for warmth. Because warmth is a flame that can melt the frozen heart; Warmth is a cup of hot tea, which can drive away the cold taste; Warmth is a flower, which can bring you wonderful enjoyment. My mother gave me warmth in my life. That warmth, when I was suffering from illness, my mother handed me a loving look; It is a compliment from my mother when I succeeded; It was my mother's affectionate touch when I was lonely and depressed. Give me warmth, I long for warmth, just like my attachment to maternal love. The teacher gave me warmth in my life, which was a kind criticism when I made mistakes; It was my teacher's persuasion when I was not motivated and stopped; It's a comfortable smile on my teacher's lips when I won the honor. Give me warmth, I long for warmth, just as I am deeply attached to my teacher. Friends give me warmth in my life. That warmth is my friend's tolerance and understanding when I break my promise to others; It is my friend who listens patiently when I am full of bitter water; When I was in trouble, it was my friend who gave me a helping hand. Give me warmth, I long for warmth, just as I am attached to the sincere friendship given to me by my friends. Many people in my life give me warmth, and I really enjoy it. Their warmth brought me encouragement, support and help, and comforted my soul. The warmth given to me will always pervade my heart and last for a long time! Give me warmth, I long for warmth! Key words: the warm composition is warm in late autumn, cold in the dew, and chilling. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously, making strange calls on the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind and circled in the air. They just fell and were rolled up again ... People's faces were full of chill. My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless. Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter! At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground. Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear ... that was a beggar. She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind. Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms. Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She snuggled up to the child and hugged her tightly. She couldn't wait to give half of her body temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shaking ... At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, as simple as grass and Buddha, and even the wood was torn off, which was extremely biting and violent. She shuddered. However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth ... She holds the child tightly, stands up from the ground and walks away step by step ... It's just that the child in her arms is still asleep, as if she doesn't know the predicament he faces, or he knows that he will never be cold, because no matter what. The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, making me feel warm. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm. ...

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Warmth is the fluttering spring rain; Warmth is the shadow of a smile written on the face; Warmth is a response without hesitation; Warmth is meticulous cooperation; Warmth is the concern between people; Warmth is mutual trust; Warm is love, warm is love; May the world be warm everywhere. —— Inscription At 2: 28 on May 12, 2008, an earthquake of magnitude 8.0 occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan. This sudden earthquake disturbed our normal life. I know that at this time, the hearts of everyone in China are linked together, and we must rely on our tenacious belief to carry out the "earthquake relief" to the end! Great natural disasters did not crush the people of China. On the contrary, we have seen the unity of the people of China. People from all over the country rushed to the disaster area at the first time, lit candles for the affected people, let them feel warm and find hope for life! When people spontaneously gathered in Tiananmen Square, when people held high the five-star red flag, and when people shouted "Come on China", "Come on Sichuan" and "Come on Wenchuan", everyone's sad hearts gradually calmed down a lot, because we firmly believe that China will definitely raise a beautiful rainbow after experiencing many difficulties, but that beautiful rainbow is the hope lit by confidence, unity, warmth and care. "Come on, kid, grab mom's hand." Come on, kid. Grab mom's hand. The road to heaven is too dark. Mom is afraid of you. Touch your head. Come on. Grab mom's hand. Let mom go with you. Mom. Afraid. The road to heaven is too dark. I can't see your hands. Since the collapsed wall took away the sunshine, I can't see it anymore. Your gentle eyes. Go ahead, son. The road ahead. Don't worry. The road to heaven is a bit crowded. There are many classmates and friends. We said, don't cry. Everyone's mother is our mother. Every child is a mother's child. In the days without me, you gave love to the living children. Mom, don't cry. Tears can't light our way. Let's walk slowly. Mom, I will remember you and dad. Remember our agreement. Yes, they can go with peace of mind They don't have to worry about their parents or their children, because a powerful warm torch has reached their hearts and they are surrounded by warmth. They no longer have to endure the darkness and fear under the ruins and miss the pain of their loved ones, because there are warm figures and loving figures everywhere around them. A simple tent became a temporary shelter for the victims. Although simple, it drove away the cold and fear, and brought warmth and happiness to people. Strangers gathered together for a common wish: to rebuild the burning Sichuan! Believe! With warmth, we will definitely carry out the' earthquake relief' to the end! Postscript: You are a star, so am I. We're not surprised. You shine on me and I shine on you. There is no need to say a word to each other. Only the soul raises a lofty and warm mountain in silence. At the foot of the mountain is a trickle, a stream of hope. ......