Warmth is a beam of sunshine that illuminates my heart; Warmth is the key to open the door of my heart; Warmth is a support frame, which supports my confident pace.
Warmth is mother's concern, teacher's praise and stranger's selfless help. My heart is filled with many people's concern for me, and my mother's special care keeps the warmth in my heart forever. "Children, put on more clothes, it's cold." Listen, my mother is starting to care about me. I nodded and smiled. I know this is my mother's concern for me and brings me infinite warmth. Every day when I go to school, my mother reminds me that I am afraid I will lose it. Every time I see this scene, I feel more secure. Who dares to take me away with my mother as a "protective circle"? When I came home from school, my mother not only cooked for me, but also helped me with my homework. I am very busy. "Son, what's for dinner tonight?" "Hey? You are wrong about this question again. How did it happen? " Hearing these words, I have another belief in my heart. It is my mother's warmth that motivates me to work hard and encourages me to grow up. Every moment, my mother's warmth surrounds me. This is the most common and greatest warmth, isn't it all from mom? Who is not moved by warmth?
Mother loves in her heart and warms in her heart.
Warm composition (2)
In life, love is everywhere. These loves make people's hearts full of sunshine and warmth.
I remember that time, I went home by car from Wenling and got on the bus, only to find that there was no room left in the car. What should I do? It takes more than half an hour to get home. Even if someone gets off, it's not my turn. I'm a little flustered. What if I don't hold on to the brakes and fall down? What should I do if I accidentally hit someone while braking? In the case of braking ...
My heart is full of anxiety. At this moment, what I hope most is that someone can give me a seat, but who would do such a thing in such a crowded car? This is definitely impossible. At this time, a 30-year-old uncle stopped me: "Little friend, don't you have a seat?" I nodded helplessly and said, "Yes." Why did he ask me this? I have some doubts, don't I? ...
I saw the uncle stand up: "Little friend, you can stay here." I was a little embarrassed, blushed and said, "Uncle, where are you sitting?" Grandpa said, "Nothing, I'll get off at once."
I believed him, sat down with a clear conscience, and he walked to the front of the car. But he lied to me. He didn't get off the bus soon. He was still standing in the car until I got off.
My uncle's every move warms my heart.
Warm composition (3)
Warmth is a street lamp on the road of life, illuminating the road ahead. This street lamp contains love from family, friends and even strangers. And the person who makes me really feel the warmth in front of me is Xiao Yi.
I have always had a good relationship with Xiaoyi. Listen and take notes in one posture in class, go home together after school, and go to the stationery store to buy the same stationery on weekends. But in that calligraphy class, our relationship has changed a lot.
There is a self-study class at noon when the sun is extremely dazzling. Some students are doing their homework, and some are preparing the utensils for the first class this afternoon-the first class is calligraphy. I also looked for that noble pen in my schoolbag. But I didn't find it. Anxious, I opened my eyes wide and searched for the noble color on the desk, schoolbag and the surrounding ground, but found nothing. When I was opening my mouth to ask Xiao Yi to help me find it, I saw that noble color that was brighter than the sun. I was stabbed by that light. That's my pen! It's in Xiaoyi's pencil box! It's in Xiaoyi's pencil box!
Zhao Xiaoyi! '
"Huh?"
"What's that!"
"This? My new pen. " I cann't believe she's still playing dumb.
"It's mine! You stole my pen! Say what is my best friend, and steal my pen behind my back, bring it! " I am already extremely angry and sad. Crazy about this noble pen with her. Suddenly, the pen fell to the ground and broke. Later, Xiaoyi went to the class teacher to deal with this matter. Finally, naturally, I was scolded by the teacher.
Finally, this unlucky and moldy day is finally over-school is over. After finishing my homework at home, I lay in bed thinking about what happened during the day. Suddenly I felt something was wrong and hurried to find my pen. However, I still can't find it after searching for a long time. I was about to have a rest when suddenly a dazzling light stung me again. I seem to have been slapped twice, and (m.taiks.com) has a burning pain in his face. It's next to my dancing shoes, it's next to my dancing shoes! I suddenly felt weak and fell on the bed, at a loss. So I fell asleep trembling.
The next day, physical education class was practicing vault. I was in a trance because of what happened yesterday, and my body fell on the mat without hesitation. There were snickers around. I can't help feeling sour in my nose.
"That's enough! She has tried her best, not everyone can get full marks! Stop laughing! " A familiar roar is Xiao Yi's. A little white hand suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Xiaoyi pulled me up, examined the injury on my knee, and then took me to the infirmary.
"I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't call the teacher. You won't be angry with me, will you? " I didn't expect xiaoyi to apologize first I was speechless for a moment, and then I burst into tears.
"What's the matter with you? Why are you crying? Stop crying. " Say that finish, she held me tightly in her arms. At this moment, the warmth in front of me is so close and precious. I will always remember this temperature.
This warm street lamp in front of you is in your heart and in front of you. Let me feel the warmth of my fingertips.