2. What can be written on the topic of "warmth" in the composition can be written directly from the surface.
1, warmth is warmth, you can write something about the sun, such as writing some imaginary articles about the importance of the sun, or it sends sunshine and warmth to plants;
2, warmth, you can write an environmental protection article about atmospheric warming on low carbon, which is the kind of caring for trees and protecting the environment. Of course, you should pay attention to the word "warm" everywhere, which is the greenhouse effect;
3. In fact, writing articles that help people can also be brilliant, just to be different. You can change your perspective, not people, but people and things, things and people, things and things (that is, between animals or plants)
Well, because it is the fifth grade level, I won't say much about this. If you are writing about people, try to write as truly as possible, which is more touching. If it is about environmental protection, it is necessary to highlight the harsh environment and emphasize the seriousness of warmth, so as to write people's introspection.
I hope it helps you ~ ~
3. Write a poem and an essay on the topic of "warmth". In life, there are always some fragments and some memories that you can't let go. This kind of memory will jump when the moon stars are scarce, dispelling the loneliness of the night for you.
There is still a short message in my mobile phone, so I can't bear to delete it. It's a text message from a strange number. At every turning point of my fate, it always floats into my mobile phone unexpectedly with greetings and encouragement. The sentence "Don't ask me who I am" made me think for a long time. I replied to his short message: "Only by fate will we meet." Finally, on a weekend, in the office building of Luoyang Daily, the mysterious veil was accidentally unveiled for us. The person who silently paid attention to me in the dead of night and tried to revise my article is sitting next to me at the moment. His meaningful and beautiful handwriting is as unforgettable as his face.
He must be a man with a story. Although I don't know what happened to him, I pray that his heart, which has been edified by culture and is as transparent as crystal, should have a good home. At that moment, don't ask, maybe it's the best respect for him.
In an afternoon bound by love, deep thoughts are flowing in the air. She called and said that she already had my number, but she never contacted me. She lives in Nanyang and now teaches in Luoyang. She said, "We were a family 500 years ago." Because the same surname is Jia, and they are all love words. Excited, they left each other QQ numbers, and since then, they have devoted themselves to their busy lives.
She is in the west and I am in the east. Although it is separated by more than half a city, with the internet, my heart is much closer. She called me sister. She read every diary of mine carefully and left a comment. Friendship develops in words. Although I have never met before, remembering and seeing her name and words like Mei Xinxiang is full of love and warmth. Sometimes, I guess what she looks like, and it's funny to think about it-a woman who is attached to words, nourishes life with words, and perceives life with delicate brushstrokes. Even if you can't charm her, how ugly can she be?
He and she both gave me a sweet heart, a warm and fragrant life, and accompanied me through a period of life. Even if they turn around at the next stop, that warmth is an indelible past. And my gratitude and praise to them will warm their hearts.
It turns out that the warmth of this world is more like the grains of sand and the stars of this world. Blooming in the bottom of my heart, like a blooming Qionghua tree, every petal is fragrant; Each petal is a different kind of warmth, full of truth and beauty of love.
(Editor Qingfeng)
4. Essays with the theme of "warmth" can write about environmental protection, things that are warm in the heart, things that have been washed away by the flood, including life, but we can't write about the fortress that we cast with our heart; Blizzard can paint the world with a layer of dead gray, but it can't freeze the crimson flowing in our hearts; The trembling of the earth can crush a city in an instant, but it will never bury our enthusiasm! Heaven is merciless, there is love on earth! Love supports the weak life in the face of disaster, rekindles the hope of life and moves forward with us. The cold wind blows in June, and the bad news spreads in summer. Our hearts tremble in the cold, our love is baptized in the wind and rain, and we are told to be strong! Warm! Because we have a great motherland, we have1300 million fans. I remember when the bad news came on June 12, we were fighting for the college entrance examination, but we were also praying for Wenchuan. At that time, the whole school was busy collecting money for disaster relief. The slogan of buying books for disaster relief was hung in front of the classroom. The square was full of students selling books for disaster relief ... Our hearts were unconsciously connected and we couldn't wait to go to the most painful place of the Chinese nation in person. After so many years of study, we feel that we have learned too little for the first time! Only in difficult times can we truly appreciate the greatness and strength of great love. Be warm, no matter when and where, be warm and make your heart full of love! We learned more from setbacks than usual. At the most painful time in China, we saw the greatness of our nation and the strength of the people in the disaster areas. Angels fought against bad luck in the most painful place of the motherland, and how many donations named after love drew an arc of love on the map of China. An earthquake destroyed an area, a god of death, and took away tens of thousands of precious lives. In the face of disaster, our hearts were left behind. Wenchuan doesn't cry, the disaster area won't hurt! Because love stretched out green hands at the moment of national mourning, death hesitated and shed a tear, leaving only love, strength and responsibility, the theme of the times, warmth and love. Without love, there is no color in the world, and there is no spring scenery in the world. Without the love of leaders, the people can only be born in dire straits. Without the love of volunteers, the confused people can only wander, and without the love of the people, they are in ruins. As long as we have a warm heart, as long as we have the desire to love, there is no hurdle to cross! Sing a song when you are sad, let misfortune go with the wind, take a deep breath when you are frustrated and let the past go with the wind. But don't forget, we always have love, and it's time to warm up. ................................... opened the window covered with snowflakes, and a cold wind blew, which made me feel cool, yes! Winter is coming, walking in the street, the Christmas atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, yes! Come, come, warm days are coming! I don't have a gift in my hand, and I'm worried. A warm hand caught me and smiled gently at me. "Come on in, we are all waiting for you!" "Wait for me? Wait for me, a man without talent? Who didn't bring a present at Christmas? Is it just me? Oh! No, I'm not the only one. 1 2 3 4, no, there are more. They are all empty-handed. I see. This festival is for sincere people. It is enough for a sincere person to have a sincere heart. It's really warm this winter. It is in this cold season that God arranged this warm festival. Because of this warm festival, our hearts are together again Everything has reincarnation, from fate to national luck, without exception. If samsara is compared to the change of four seasons, winter is inevitable. People are lonely in winter, and their hearts are cold in winter. In winter in the countryside, the wind and rain are shaky and people are cold. But people are not frozen by cold, and the country is not killed by cold, so we must have warm protection (because we wait for "spring" in the cold). (Comment: Add this sentence at the beginning to the point) Just like the moving body will not be cold, and the waiting mind will not be cold. In cold winter, wait. Because I am waiting for the future, I will sketch tomorrow in my mind. It is the beautiful imagination of waiting that brings infinite warmth to people in winter nights, as if they were in spring. A thin but happy prisoner came out of the Nazi concentration camp because he imagined the scene of giving speeches everywhere after being rescued. In the occupied area, a little Red Army came out and lived a hard but happy life, because while waiting, he imagined that the Red Army was coming and flowers were everywhere. People who wait in trouble imagine the future because they wait. (This sentence is wrong and can be changed to: "Because of the imagined future,") The beauty of the future melts the ice and snow in their hearts, and the beautiful imagination adds happiness to waiting. Waiting (dreaming) about tomorrow. There will be milk and everything. " Lenin's words (very empty, can be changed to "Lenin's revolutionary theory and practice") strengthened the people's belief that "everything will be there" and waited for the arrival of "bread and milk". "Everything is just a moment, and everything will pass." Pushkin's poem (unable to support the following, it can be changed to "Pushkin's expectation of justice and fairness") allows him to wait patiently for the departure of exile day. In winter, waiting is a furnace in the ventricle, and burning in the furnace is a firm belief. If we keep waiting, the ventricles will be warm (the word can be changed to "warm"), and winter will not be long and cold. Patience and firm faith will also make the mind accumulate energy and erupt in spring. Dead trees (how can dead trees? Dead trees germinate firmly in winter and wait for spring, so dead trees are reborn. Frogs frozen in ice (changed to "cold winter") wake up firmly and wait for spring.
The composition with the word "Wen" as the composition topic is warm in my heart. It was lunch after the Chinese exam that day.
Gloomy, just like my mood-the exam was not ideal, and frankly it was terrible. I lie prone on the table, no matter how cloudy the sky is, I have no appetite at all.
"Have you eaten?" Whispered in the same place. I didn't look up, I just said "yes".
After a while, I thought she had left, but I heard her whisper, "Let me help you cook!" " "That kind of tone, is clearly in discussion with me. However, I was a little impatient and said heavily, "Leave me alone!" " "At last she left, silently, which I can feel no matter how careless.
Later, she made a steaming box lunch and sent it to me. She seldom sweats, but that time I clearly saw the sweat between her eyebrows.
I didn't know what to say then, or she spoke first. She looked at me and said with a smile, "I'll think about it, or I'll buy you a box lunch, or your stomach will beep in the afternoon. How can I attend class?"
The so-called' every man for himself, the devil takes the hindmost! "I smiled. Looking at her, I couldn't help laughing.
You know, that was my most sincere and relieved smile that spring. In the afternoon, the sun smiles from the clouds.
I made an important discovery-spring has come and everything in front of me has changed from black and white to color. A few words at the same table and a smile made me find that the world is so beautiful and there are many things worth moving.
After school, I said to her, "Let's go for a walk in the playground!" " "But you ..., not ..." She was a little surprised. "It's all right now, thank you for helping me cook.
I just haven't felt spring for a long time. I want to see the natural beauty outside the window of life. Follow me! "."I hope you didn't, but ... "I can understand her concern. But in the end, she nodded.
She and I sat on the basketball stand, about two arms apart, facing the sunset. I haven't talked to her for a long time.
Finally, she looked at the sunset and said, "Spring has come, how beautiful it is! However, after the spring break, the students have to go their separate ways again. Any ideas? " I said nothing, just bowed my head and smiled inexplicably, not knowing whether it was bitter or sweet.
I looked at the blue sky overhead and the sunset and rosy clouds over there, and suddenly I felt like crying. Why am I moved? Is it because of her or because of the unique charm of nature in spring? From then on, I really learned to be touched: by everyone's sincere smile, every word of encouragement, everyone who loves me and the people I love.
In the process of people coming and going, I always find many things in my heart, and then write them silently on the title page of my diary: there is a feeling, small but profound, that warms my heart. . .
6. How to write a composition with warmth as the main topic? Warmth comes from the sacred heart. Warmth is everyone's need. Warmth is everyone's desire. There are two kinds of warmth: physical warmth and spiritual warmth. Everyone felt the warmth. Or a burning stove, or a concerned look, or a handed coat, or a gentle word. Everyone creates warmth. Everyone has energy. Everyone gave it. As long as you have the heart, people can always release warmth. Warm is comfortable. Need warmth. Warmth is closeness. Warmth is recognition. Give people warmth, and you are warmer. Give love to others, and you will be cared for. Give people happiness and you will be happier. This is a realm. Warmth is the property of the soul. In the warmth, people will not get lost. Warmth is created by people. It's either yourself or someone else. If you only rely on the warmth created by yourself, you will often be unable to adjust when the environment changes, and you will be left out in the cold, and you will probably lose confidence gradually. If we only rely on the warmth created by others, we will feel more cold, feel at a loss in the face of cold, fear the future, fear life, yearn for but hate the surrounding society, just like babies who can't keep their body temperature. Whether it is warm or not varies from person to person. The warmth from the heart is the real warmth. In grateful hearts and grateful eyes, festivals always make people feel warm. Gather the strength of the mind and people will be warm.
7. The sixth grade composition "Warmth"-with the theme of "Warmth". I wrote a short essay of no more than 800 words. Suddenly I received a text message from my friend: "Have you ever felt lonely?" Lonely? I haven't thought about these two words for a long time Is it cold when you are alone in the dead of night? Is it a spiritual emptiness that no one can solve? Still can't find a bosom friend's sadness? Thinking, thinking ... cold? Loneliness reminds me of cold. In my dictionary, this is a cool word. It's very cold. I suddenly think of those who walk alone in the dark, let the cold moonlight fall on them, walk alone without luggage and care, walk alone forever, walk, walk ... I seem to see the wanderers huddled in the corner of the city. They are ruthlessly unwilling to look at the city, without even blinking. Cold, cold ... Han Han said that people get along with each other just to keep warm and try not to be lonely. I think loneliness is only for lonely people. When the sun shines on the city again, people who walk at night should reach their destination, and vagrants will move on. They will feel warm ... the collision between hearts should be warm! Breathing is the smell of sunshine, warm. Will sunshine melt loneliness? It will, right? Yes, yes ... on a hot day, the sun is like fire, but I don't feel a trace of warmth. My family went out to play happily, but I was very sad. Although my classmates scolded me, I have never been so depressed. Why, why, why did I get 89 points and 26 places in the Chinese exam? Why, why, why does my father laugh at me like this? After I got 89 points and 26 points on the Chinese test paper, the storm came. The day after I got the test paper, on Saturday morning, my family of three went out for morning exercise, but I was kicked out because my father sneered at me after seeing my Chinese test paper and ignored my mood. Who knows if my father will laugh at me? My eyes moved to my father, and I saw his watery eyes turning left and right, looking left and right, his feet swinging, and he seemed to swagger. I can't help secretly glad that he didn't even wipe the sweat from his eyebrows. I thought, "He must think so. He won't satirize me if he doesn't wipe the sweat from his eyebrows? " Suddenly, a smile appeared on my father's lips. His eyes looked straight at the license plate of a bus and asked me to read the first two numbers "two … six!" " "I said," by the way, isn't that your ranking? "I am ashamed and want to dig a hole in the ground. On the way home, the sun was like fire, but I didn't feel a trace of warmth. The family had a good time, but I was the only one who was sad. When I got home, my mother said a simple word to me while my father was going to the toilet and pulled me out of the ice hole. It also gives me great warmth like the sun: "Your father satirized you in order to encourage you to study hard. "In retrospect, the past is always unforgettable. Except for this, every time I think about it, it is so warm. The topic of "I want to compete with you" should first be known as a matter between two people, and comparison is the literary eye of the article. The topic can be written in infighting, and I can make up for my material deficiency through competition in study. When I finally won a better victory, I smiled. Many memories, like the lens of a movie, flashed before my eyes and disappeared again. But one of these things often appears in front of my eyes, pulling me back to those memories, which are still fresh in my memory. Time goes back to two years ago. Because of the teacher's words, I was pleasantly surprised. In a Chinese class, Ji heard that the essay-writing activity of "Living in a New Country and Seedlings" has started, and interested students can hand in a composition to participate. After listening to it, I was a little eager to try. With the mentality of giving it a try, I decided to participate. As soon as I got home, I was busy, looking for materials, looking for inspiration, and thinking hard for a long time. I wrote a composition after several drafts. The next day, the composition was handed in. Is that composition not well written? " Arriving at the door, I got up the courage and went in. Teacher Ji kindly said to me, "Your composition is good. It would be better if you modified it. " "Really?" I asked eagerly and got a positive answer from the teacher. I took the composition, revised it, wrote it, and ran to the teacher again and again. Three times, there should be results. Finally, in the expectation of teachers and me, the article was sent out. My heart became excited and nervous while waiting. One paragraph after another, but my composition is like a stone, constantly comforting myself. I am not discouraged, nor am I discouraged, because I believe that my efforts will succeed one day. Heaven rewards hard work, and a new issue of the newspaper comes out on a sunny day. My heart is in my throat and my breathing is accelerated. I can't wait to open the newspaper and look for one line, two lines ... finally, my composition was published in a section. The feelings accumulated in my heart these days have all come out. A feeling of joy flooded my heart. When I was watching my composition typing, my heart was pounding. What a rare moment it is for me! I finally smiled and laughed happily. This bright smile contains my hard work and my comfort.
8. Can you write a composition with warmth as the theme? In fact, writing a good composition is very important. An excellent article needs the tension, logic and taste of language. Your idea is very good. I think you can write beautiful memories, just like your life in the second day of junior high school. The details remind you that it is still warm. The topic can be "just keep warm", which means that these wonderful memories will accompany you for life. I don't agree with you. That's because there's nothing in your heart that you want to express. A true writer is not forced, but a kind of inner tension. I recommend you to read Chi Zijian's article "Cold is also a kind of warmth". The above is my personal opinion. I majored in Chinese Language and Literature Normal School. I hope I can help you in my major. I wish you progress.