The warm feeling is a cup of tea that moistens my heart; The warm feeling is a jar of honey, which brings me sweetness; Warm feeling, like a cake, sweet and waxy. There is a warm memory in my heart.

It was a Saturday night and it was raining cats and dogs outside. I finished cram school and stood under the eaves of the roadside, worried about how to get back. Suddenly, I saw a very warm scene that moved me.

On the other side of the road, an old woman sheltered from the rain under the eaves. The old woman has gray hair, wearing a tulle-like flowered shirt, a pair of black cotton trousers and a pair of embroidered shoes. Looking at this dress, I thought: This grandmother seems very poor! The cold wind blows on my face like a knife, and the cold rain hits my face, so I can't help shivering. The opposite tree swayed from side to side in the wind, as if to be uprooted.

The old woman, without an umbrella, is standing under the eaves worrying. I think: she may miss her grandson at home, and she may go home to cook. However, it would be even worse if she went back in the rain and got sick! Because of the rain and at night, there are few passers-by. The old man hiding from the rain is just a forgotten composition.

Suddenly, I saw an uncle, holding an umbrella in his right hand and a brand-new umbrella in his left hand, coming towards the old woman. Uncle put a brand-new umbrella in grandma's hand and said to her, "grandma, please take this umbrella back, my little grandson is in a hurry!" " "

The old woman took the umbrella, with a grateful expression on her face, and said to her uncle, "Thank you, kind man! How can I return the umbrella you gave me? "

"Don't give it back, I'll give it to you!"

Grandma said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" " "

Seeing this, I felt a warm current in my heart. The uncle bought an umbrella specially for the old woman. This incident made me feel the warmth of the world. The rain dripping from the eaves, like transparent diamonds, is beautiful. Soon after, my mother came and took me home.

When I got home, the rain stopped and the sun came out. I looked up at the sky. The sky is like a clear blue crystal, without any flaws. Flowers bloom in the flower bed, transparent water drops fall on the petals, and the green leaves are washed away by the rain, which can reflect people. Ah! What a warm and beautiful scenery!

Write a touching family story in 600 words.

Home is a place where all unique things will happen. But whether it makes people happy, makes people cry, or makes people crazy, it can be made into a well-received and box-office movie.

One day, I took a test paper with a worse score than the last exam and went home to hide. Unexpectedly, my dear mother, a master of papers, still found out all my hidden papers. God, I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks now, and I want to fool the examiner with tricks again. However, it is too late. I can only resign myself to fate. My mother asked me, "Why did you hide the paper and didn't tell me what was going on?" When I didn't answer, she kept talking, which made me unable to eat. I was really glad that my father was still working overtime, otherwise I would have been bombarded by these two heavy bombers.

On another occasion, on the eve of my birthday, my parents braved the storm and bought me a cake without complaint. Before lighting the candle, I was sitting comfortably in bed reading, but I didn't find my parents preparing to help me celebrate my birthday. Suddenly ... "Ah! Power failure! " I cried, and at this moment, the faint candlelight swayed slightly and shone in the room, clearly illuminating my parents' faces. They have a sweet smile on their lips. Then I saw a four-inch cake sandwiched between them. At that time, I was surprised to open my mouth as big as a crocodile. "What's the matter?" I asked, "Make a wish!" They didn't answer my question and smiled. After the light came on, I realized it was a surprise birthday for me!

In society, there are many things happening; Incredibly, even what happened at home was praised and criticized differently, and even it could be made into a movie!

3. My warm home composition is 600 words.

My warm home.

Home is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life. I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.

I love my family, a happy and warm family. This family is made up of hardworking mother, hardworking father and naughty me.

Dad goes out early every day, but comes back late at night. After a long time, I found several wrinkles on my father's forehead and several white hairs on his hair.

Where's mom? Mom works as hard as dad. My mother is sincere and amiable, and is a typical wife and mother. My mother takes pains to clean the house every day, so that everyone in the family can live a comfortable life, but she has never said that she is bitter or tired. My mother often teaches me to study hard. Although my mother encouraged me to study hard, she never forced us to study with severe punishment. Besides taking care of our daily life and guiding us to study, my mother is also particularly concerned about our health. I often think that my mother is greater than Confucius.

What about me? I'm in grade X, and my grades are average. As soon as I get home, I will take the initiative to help my mother do some housework as much as I can after finishing my homework. I'm mom's little assistant.

There is also a reason to say that my home is warm: I remember one time, I had a high fever in the middle of the night, and my parents were frightened, so they took a taxi to take me to the hospital. Mother kept asking the doctor, am I seriously ill? After the doctor diagnosed, he said that the problem was not serious, just take some medicine, and the nervous heart of mom and dad was put down. The next day, my mother heard from my grandmother that fish soup is good for patients with cold and fever, and immediately went home to start cooking. An hour or two later, my mother came in with delicious fish soup. Seeing the sweat on my mother's forehead, I felt so warm that I was more than half ill.

There is a warm home, a care, a love and a greatest hope. I love my home!

4. The story composition in winter is 600 words.

Pushing open the window, the night is boundless. Stars and lights shine like bright stars in the Milky Way. Cold moonlight mixed with cold wind, but I feel very warm, very warm.

It was from 10 to10/month, and the temperature plummeted. It is very cold in the room at night because there is no heating. In those days, my father always came to my room early every night, lay in my quilt, warmed me up, and then went back to his room to sleep. Whenever I get into dad's warm quilt, I always feel so comfortable! I stretched out my hands and feet to relax my whole body, and the fatigue of the day was driven away by warmth and comfort at this moment. ?

I remember once, I didn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock because I was preparing to read English texts in English class the next day. When I went to bed, I found my father had fallen asleep in my quilt. Dad slept soundly! Like a baby, there is a slight snoring. It seems that after a busy day, the wrinkles on my face have increased again. In the moonlight, he aged a lot, and the baptism of years left an indelible mark on his face. ?

Seeing my father asleep, I couldn't bear to wake him up, so I crept into my father's bedroom and got into his quilt. How cold it is! I feel cold in my hands and feet, as if I were going to freeze. I almost curled my legs to my chest and still felt cold.

Just when I was cold, my father woke up and ran over at once. He saw me curled up in the quilt, first stunned, and then scratched my head with an epiphany. I said apologetically, "Why do you think I fell asleep? Go back! Don't catch a cold. " In short, it warms my heart. Dad pulled me up, pushed me into his quilt, and covered me before dragging my tired body back to my room.

Lying in my father's warm quilt, feeling his body temperature and smelling his faint body fragrance, I suddenly felt warm all over and warm in my heart. At this time, by the bright moonlight, the two trees outside the window are particularly eye-catching, one large and one small. Although naked, they snuggled up to each other. Throughout the year, the big tree uses its thick trunk and dense leaves to shelter the young trees from the wind and rain and take good care of them. Isn't this big tree just like dad? He used his body to drive away the cold and bring me warmth. Dad sleeps two cold quilts every night. I only stayed in the cold quilt for a while today, and I felt unbearable cold. Dad endures the cold every day to keep me warm. Thought of here, a few bean-sized tears rolled down from my eyes, and the tears soaked the pillow and my heart. ?

I have grown up, but I will never forget what my father brought me! I don't know what words to use to express my gratitude to my father, and I have never expressed my gratitude to him, but I respect and appreciate him in my heart. Now I really want to say to him, "Dad, I love you!" " ?

5. "Warm" composition is about 600 words.

Today's classroom is particularly depressing. There is no previous reading sound, and there is no usual red-faced argument. Everyone felt very sad, because Wang Ming's father died when he was a child, and his mother died yesterday, leaving only him and his sister.

What a heavy blow this is! When the child needed maternal love, the mother left him prematurely because of cancer. This is the future life of Wang Ming and his sister!

In our class, happiness belongs not to one person, but to the whole class. The pain of losing Wang Ming's mother's love is not only his own, but the pain of the whole class. Wang Ming came in from outside. He wore a black veil on his arm and his eyes were red and swollen. He trudged into the classroom step by step. Everyone looked up at him and looked at him sitting in his seat. The whole morning, the whole class was particularly heavy.

At noon, after lunch, everyone gathered around Wang Ming. Some people looked at him with gratified eyes, some people hesitated and sighed, and some people patted him on the shoulder. Wang Ming stood up, walked to the door of the classroom, looked back at everyone, smiled at everyone and went out. This is not an ordinary smile, but a forced smile when a child loses his mother's love. In order to comfort everyone, he is afraid of affecting his classmates' study. This smile means that he can survive. I firmly believe that he will survive.

Everyone sat in silence for a long time, and suddenly someone said, "Let's donate money to Wang Ming!" " "Everyone replied with one voice:" Yes! All of us must provide for his graduation. "Ten cents, twenty cents, fifty cents, one yuan ... paper money was put in Wang Ming's pencil box. When Wang Ming came back, he looked at the money in his pencil box and at his classmates. They all smiled at him.

In the first class in the afternoon, many people put money on Wang Ming's desk and a notebook. Wang Ming opened his notebook. There is such a famous saying in the notebook: "Life is not a happy dinner, but a struggle and tribulation; Struggle again and suffer again. " There are also precious words from classmates in the book. With tears in his eyes, Wang Ming wrote at the end of his notebook: "I am a member of Class Kloc-0, Grade 3, and my heart will be integrated with fifty-three hearts ..."

At this moment, I felt an invisible force, that is love. When Wang Ming was frustrated, the whole class warmed his already cold heart with a heart of gold. What I see is not fifty-four students, but fifty-four hearts of gold, closely linked together. ...

6.600 words of warm family composition

I have a happy family, my parents and me. Our family of three has always been very happy. Although we sometimes quarrel, it will still be sweet after answering. Because we have a secret weapon to maintain family health-that is love!

Mom and dad quarrel every day, but they will get better before dark. I am a naughty boy and always do things that make them angry, but they never hit me. Because they love me! That time, I broke the vase my mother just bought. I am very worried! I thought to myself: when my mother comes back, she will definitely stretch out his "talons" that have been dusty for three years. He's on my poor ass. I am particularly flustered and at a loss. This is the open door. I thought it was mom. Fortunately, it was a false alarm It's dad. I told my father about it and asked him for help. I didn't expect him to agree so readily. So, we packed the vase pieces and waited for the owner to come back.

It was finally dark, the door opened and my mother came in. My dad and I didn't say anything, just waiting for my mom to vent her anger. I didn't expect my mother to say nothing about the vase. Maybe my mother has a bad memory and forgot. My dad and I didn't say the robbery was over. My mother has a bad temper and poor memory.

A week later, I voluntarily admitted my mistake to my mother. Mom just yelled at me. I'll be fine. I think mom is actually quite tolerant!

This is my home, a "happy home" composed of three lovely people!

7. Write on the topic of warmth, 600 words.

In the vast sea of people, we know few people. But whether familiar or unfamiliar, there will always be "help" to warm our hearts. Helping the people we love is mutual support and care. Helping friends is the tacit understanding and cooperation of the heart; Helping passers-by is meticulous care, encouragement and help.

Help is everywhere. It seeps into the air around us, becomes breathing oxygen, and supports our lives.

The great literary master Ba Jin once said, "My goal in life is to help others, so that everyone can have spring, everyone has a bright heart, everyone can live a happy life and everyone can develop freely." This writer, who used home, spring and Qiu Lai to comfort those who longed for peace in suffering, has only one goal in life-whether to help others with love.

People who have been helping others all their lives will be respected and loved, just as the spiritual wealth left by Ba Jin will be remembered forever. And "help" has also become a beacon for people to move forward, bringing warmth to more people in need, spreading the fire of warmth around the world and igniting every corner of society.

Help is mutual assistance at the same time, and only mutual assistance will last longer. As a leukemia girl said after donating money to a child who dropped out of school, "others have helped me, and I want to pass this warmth on to others." Give a helping hand to everyone in trouble, and the world will become an ocean of love.

I don't know whether Cong Fei is still helping others underground, but I know that he actually died in despair and helplessness. The people he helped refused to visit Cong Fei, who was seriously ill, for fear of losing face. It is really sad for society that people are indifferent to this point. Didn't their hearts tremble when they got the donation? Didn't their souls receive powerful shocks again and again, making their anesthetized nerves sober and learning to be grateful?

I hope this kind of thing will never happen again. We never want to see the heroic tears in the corner of Cong Fei's eye.

Lin Qingxuan once said: "Snow, cold and clear, pure and beautiful, resembles our hearts to some extent." And "help" is the simplest and brightest background color in our hearts. It is helpful to send warm sunshine to people who are hungry and cold in winter. It is to help people who are on the verge of despair to see the hope of life again; It is help, so that lonely and helpless people have the patience to look forward to the light when darkness strikes.

Let's enjoy the oxygen content of this life, even if the wind and sand attack, our world is still warm as spring.

Warm composition of 8.600 words

You didn't eat chicken handsome, did you

1. Time flies so fast that you can't stop to savor life. As for "happy events", I seldom notice them.

Happy events, like gossamer, like dawn, like dew falling from the tip of a leaf, like sunset, are ethereal and wonderful. I tried my best to keep it, but it was useless. The whole world became boundless and tasteless.

I hope my lonely heart can be enriched by happy things, so I stepped out of the boudoir alone and went out to look for it. I found a stone bench and sat down, dragging my cheek and staring at the front. A girl in red walked lightly like a swallow, and a memory flashed through her mind.

It's terribly hot. The classroom is like a steamer. Although the electric fan is on, it's useless. After class, the girls took out all kinds of fans from under the desks, sat together and chatted, and the story began here.

"Well, it's too hot. I think it's thirty degrees, don't you think? " A girl who likes to publicize herself most on weekdays said.

"yes! At least thirty-four degrees! " Another girl answered.

"Well, let's wear all the skirts tomorrow! How about it? " I wonder where this sentence came from.

"That's a good idea,' Sue' and you? Also wear? "

Asu is a girl with good writing style. She usually wears some simple clothes. At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Asu, who was sitting quietly.

Asu didn't answer, as if he had answered the request in silence. When she came home from school at night, she put down her schoolbag and ran to the closet to find out the red skirt that her mother gave her on her last birthday. Before going to bed, Asu put her skirt on the pillow with satisfaction and fell asleep sweetly. In the dream, she danced solo under the moon in a red dress, surrounded by admiration and envy.

However, God seems to play a joke on her on purpose. There was a strong wind and thunderstorm at night, and the temperature plummeted, but she was unaware of it. ......

The next morning, Sue put on the red dress and stood in front of the mirror. I don't know how long it took. When she went out, the cold wind kept blowing, and she seemed a little cold. Looking at the sky, the sun is wrapped in impenetrable clouds. Look at the ground. It's full of water. "It's too late to go home and change," she thought nervously. "They will wear skirts? If I am the only one, then ... no, there should be one or two girls in more than 20 classes. "

When she came to the classroom, there were not many people. She sat alone in her seat, waiting quietly, waiting for the girl in the window skirt to arrive.

The classroom is getting more and more lively, but no one is wearing a skirt. "Oh, look, how beautiful!" Sue knows that others are talking about her and what they mean. She looked down shyly at the dazzling red skirt.

"Hey, someone has plastic surgery, and today they are dressed beautifully!" This voice doesn't sound very friendly. "Hey, how handsome!" This sentence is a bit harsh. She shook her head vigorously. She doesn't believe that she, who is famous for her simple clothes, will wear this dress. She felt that every corner was full of strange eyes.

A kind female classmate sensed Asu's idea and said to other lesbians, "Let's all wear skirts this afternoon!" The clever students agreed.

In the afternoon, Sue saw colorful skirts around her. She understood what was going on, filled with joy and gratitude, and finally turned into tears. ......

God, it's overcast as hell, but you can see one meter of sunshine when you open the clouds!

Postscript:

This article doesn't mean to criticize or satirize anything. Although this kind of "happiness" is not from the heart, I think others'.

2. Life is made up of countless beautiful moments, short and eternal; Beautiful, wonderful and happy flashes in an instant, but it is also full of regret, helplessness and pain. Maybe God gave me a little more than others. I am destined to be a positive and optimistic person, and I have carved countless happy moments in my mind. ...

Looking back, it seems that the fourteen steps I took were not all powerful, but all empty and real. Indeed, there are many things I have forgotten. Maybe it's because those things never really touched me, but they never occupied a place in my heart. For me, it's just some boring embellishment. There is an emotion in the book of my life that will never be diluted by time. It is as stable as graphite, and it is the main theme of my life song-friendship.

A long time ago, when I was a hungry baby, there was a man lying beside my bed in the nursery. Once upon a time, when I was a toddler who babbled, I was always a suitable playmate in kindergarten: once upon a time, when I stepped into the school gate and studied cultural knowledge, I was always inseparable from my classmates. And what ripples in my heart is often this ordinary and extraordinary friendship.

"Friendship is a flower that blooms in an instant, and time makes it bear fruit." Friendship must be listened to, friendship must be spoken, friendship must be stared at, and when you speak, you must listen attentively. Friendship is sometimes so fragile that a casual word will knock down the whole building. The world is changing with each passing day In this era when everything is as avant-garde as possible, only friendship maintains its ancient principle: friends are like cultural relics, and the older they are, the more precious they are.

Life is inert, and some memories are destined to become faded oil paints. However, my heart is not lazy, because friendship is my belief, and my lens will aim at countless warm moments and depict a "friendship moment" that will never fade.

Beauty is eternal, and the beautiful network of hype is an illusion. When a person has gone through a young age, he will suddenly realize that the original pursuit of beauty is just a romantic illusion. Family, friendship, love, there is always an emotion that deeply touches your heart. Go ahead, cross the vague boundaries of memory, relive those tender moments, cherish them, and make those fleeting moments eternal.

3. Mother's greeting card

That was many years ago. He was just twenty years old and went to a city in the south to do business. Unexpectedly, his business was completely lost, and he was heavily in debt, and he didn't even have the fare to go home.

The Spring Festival is coming. He thought and thought, and wrote his last letter to his mother, saying that if he didn't come home during the Spring Festival, he might never come back. Please take good care of the old man and forget his disappointing son. His mother in a remote rural area in the north received his letter of depression and despair and cried sadly for a long time. In this world, she is most concerned about this only son. He is her soul.

The mother found the neighbor's child, found a card that had turned yellow from the drawer, and asked the child to write a message on the card: Son, if you don't go home, mother won't want to live. Mother rushed to the town for dozens of miles on crutches and threw the greeting cards into the green-painted mailbox made by the small post office in the town. It snowed heavily that day! The wind is howling. From the village to the town, my mother fell several times, and the heavy snow almost wrapped her mother into a snowman.

When it was just dark, in the distribution room of a small post office, several people were lighting several oil lamps to sort letters. A young salesgirl first found this card. She said, "Hey, why isn't this card stamped?" Indeed, this is an old-fashioned greeting card that needs to be stamped. It has turned yellow, and such a greeting card has long been useless. After reading the information on the greeting card, the salesgirl drew back her hand that had been lifted to the wastebasket and said to the old director, "Look, this greeting card is not stamped." The old director with gray hair squinted at the yellow greeting card carefully, and his trembling hands trembled even more. He said: "This greeting card is not stamped, nor can it be returned to its original place, let alone thrown away. We must throw it out at once! " The old director has a dignified face.

At 4 o'clock the next morning, the old director rode a bicycle, as old as he looked. According to the usual habits, the office can't send and receive mail from the county seat in such a heavy snow and such cold weather. Seventy or eighty miles of mountain roads are covered with snow. The snow on the road is too thick and there are few pedestrians. This trip is too dangerous. But the old director looked at the postcard without stamps, as if he saw life standing on the edge of a cliff! Desperate children, and an old mother with only a glimmer of hope ... The old director's eyes were wet and he forgot his old cold legs, which made him faint when he was cold that day. He stuffed a postcard without a stamp in his chest pocket and braved the heavy snow to get on the bus.

When it was dark, the old director whose cotton-padded jacket and eyebrows were covered with snow finally touched the county seat. He stopped his bike in a hurry and ran into the letter distribution room of the post office. The people in the distribution room were surprised: "What are you running for in this heavy snow?"? You don't want your half-baked name? " The old director smiled and took out the card from his pocket: "This card forgot to put a stamp on it, but it tied two people's lives! We have to throw everything out! " The people in the distribution room handed the old director's warm greeting cards one by one and said, "Send them right away. This greeting card cannot be delayed at all! " They put a bright red postmark on the greeting card. After thinking about it, I solemnly wrote a line in bold on the blank edge of the greeting card: this is a very important greeting card, I hope it can be delivered soon! Signature: all colleagues of Licheng County Post Office. They stamped their signature with a bright red postmark.

It's still snowing, but at ten o'clock in the evening, the mail train has already started. It's the first time that the mail train runs at night, and it's snowing heavily. The director showed the fat driver the greeting card and asked, "When will it be delivered to the city post office?"

The fat driver smiled and said, "If you don't give up my army, I don't know when it will be delivered." ? If I don't throw this card into the city bureau tonight, I won't think about anyone! "Director patted the driver on the shoulder, called two young people to follow the car, and repeatedly told them," be sure to send it to the city bureau tonight! " "

Bright headlights shine on the snow on the ground, which is even more dazzling than the sunshine during the day. The mail car wobbles on the road in the snow.

At dawn, the mail bus finally stopped at the gate of the city post office. The fat driver personally carried the package containing this greeting card to the distribution room. The people in the city post office were very surprised. What urgent mail comes all night despite the heavy snow and danger? The fat driver took out a greeting card without stamps and said, "I can't catch up with your delivery this morning." I don't want to have a stable Spring Festival this year. " The people in the city post office read the greeting card, quickly sorted it out, patted the fat driver on the shoulder and said, "Let him get on the 8 o'clock train on time, which was delayed. We are as psychologically difficult as your brother! "

At 8 o'clock, according to the prisoners' greeting cards and some mails, they were sent to the distant train on time to start a new round of delivery. ...

He received this card from his mother in the evening four days later. At that time, he had curled up in the bunk bed of a remote small hotel and fell asleep. The sleepy shopkeeper woke him up: "There is an email for you. I'll ask the postman to call you, but the postman must give it to you. "

The sweaty postman said, "Originally, this card was sent tomorrow morning, but since it was sent in my package tonight, I am not at ease." He said, and handed him the business card that had been passed around Wanli.

"Why, there are no stamps?" He looked at the greeting card and froze.

"There are no stamps, but they are sent one by one." The postman smiled at him and said.

He looked at his mother's message and the small words left by strangers in the margin of the greeting card, and cried with a wow. When the passengers in the hotel heard him cry, they all gathered around in their clothes. Everyone silently looked at the yellow greeting card without stamps, silently took out money and put it in front of him: "Go home! Your mother is waiting for you at home! " There are 10 yuan, 5 yuan, 1 yuan, corner tickets and many coins in that pile of money. He knows that people who live in this place are not rich.

Holding the card, he finally set foot on the train going north. Now in his 40 s, he is the general manager of a big company in the north. He is kind and helpful. It seems that he started the company not to make money, but for a timely charity. On his desk, there is always that yellow and hungry greeting card inlaid with glass. Only he knows that love is passed from one person to another, just like the relay of life. When so many strangers passed on their love to him, passing it on was his only task. That greeting card has no stamps, but it was once passed on to him by many strange loves. Love is the only mark that runs through life. If you string the hearts of love one by one, what a brilliant crystal string this world will be!

When he is free, he often stares at his mother's card silently, and his eyes are often full of tears. For my mother, for those whose names he still doesn't know, and perhaps for those hearts that shine with love!

Love will never be forgotten.