It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. Suddenly, the sky outside the window turned dark, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. But who would have thought that at noon, the light rain in Mao Mao gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was as gloomy as the sky.
What are we going to do? What are we going to do? I didn't bring my umbrella, and I didn't tell my family that the tiger, the law, the harbor, the box and Google would pick me up. Looking up at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while.
My parents are still working, my grandparents are in poor health and I have no money. I am in a really bad mood. I really envy watching my classmates walk out of school one by one.
Just then, a kind voice came into my ear, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and said, "Grandpa!" I cried excitedly and saw my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me.
I found my seat wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Grandpa said.
"No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself. Please don't take me by bike. This road is slippery. " Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike by himself, let alone get wet with me.
Grandpa quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. I don't trust you to go back in rainy days. Let's go, it will rain even harder in the future! " "I had to agree. Grandpa is very careful at every step. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on my raincoat.
Beads of rain as big as beans hit grandpa's body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but it was useless. Finally, when I got home, my grandfather was covered in water. Grandma quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, "nothing, the umbrella on the road is broken." I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet. I'm going to take a bath. "
Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as grandpa turned into the bathroom. I will never forget this incident, and let me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him.
I am proud to have such a grandfather.
2. Composition: Everyone who gives me warmth longs for happiness, and everyone is feeling happiness. Happiness is sometimes abstract and sometimes concrete; Happiness is sometimes far away, sometimes close at hand. Dedication is happiness, and giving is happiness. Getting is happiness, enjoying is happiness ... A blessing is happiness, an understanding look is happiness, happiness is the feeling of the soul, and happiness is the experience of life. ...
Stand up again
Walking on the way home, the autumn rain trickled down the river, adding a bit of chill to my depressed heart.
I remember it was a rainy day. When the teacher handed out the mid-term paper, I suddenly found that the teacher had corrected one of my questions wrong. After repeated inspections, I am full of confidence. When the teacher talked about this question, I stood up without thinking: "Teacher, your answer is wrong!" " The whole class suddenly focused on me, and the teacher looked at me sideways and said angrily, "Let's wait until we think it over, okay?" At this time, the whole class burst into laughter, and in a burst of embarrassment, I had to sit down helplessly.
In the afternoon self-study class, I stood up again and reiterated my views. I didn't expect the teacher to be more angry. He satirized me severely in reprimanding language, and then walked out of the classroom angrily. I stood quietly, feeling like a lonely poplar outside the window, facing the coming storm. When the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass, I was already standing in the office listening to the class teacher's lecture: "You study well, but you can't take it as a proud capital. How can you compare with the teacher? " Several teachers nearby also said earnestly, "You will trip if you go on like this. When you think about it, apologize to the teacher. "
I trudged into the house. I don't know when the rain stopped. Only the moon passes through the smoke like a castle, and the faint moonlight sometimes shines obliquely in front of the window. Well, if I knew this, I would apologize to the teacher. However, on second thought, I can't help thinking of Bruno and Galileo ... they seem to tell me: "Truth will prevail".
The next day, I stood up politely and explained the answer to that question carefully. Perhaps my sincerity caught the teacher's attention. The teacher thought for a moment and said to me, "You are right." Looking at the teacher's apologetic smile, I burst into tears. Let it wash away my shame, I finally won!
I think, at that moment, my inner happiness is beyond others' understanding.
You are the one who gives me warmth. You are the one who gives me warmth.
Light feelings, deep friendship.
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I forget when we met, I forget everything, but there is a person who is deeply imprinted in my mind. It is you, senior sister, who gave me warm love.
I promised to write an article for you, but for some reason, I couldn't find the idea, so I delayed it. This pen has been dragged on until now. I raised my finger countless times, but I couldn't type a word. I know you may have forgotten, but I really cherish my promise to you. Now, I give you this He Wen with regret and guilt, hoping to get your forgiveness.
I was shocked to see the photo of my senior. I won't say much about your strength, but I admire your optimism, which is a realm I yearn for. Leng Xue reflected plum blossoms, every word fell to the ground, cold winter, white snowflakes, tenacious plum blossoms, everything is my favorite. A cold heart needs the warmth of many people to water it, and you are one of many people. I want to learn from you, your strength and your optimism.
Plum blossom, you said it was your favorite flower. Plum blossoms represent innocence, frugality or childlike innocence, and symbolize strength and elegance. This is also the perfect embodiment of your character.
Light blue, you said it was your favorite color. The sky is light blue. Looking at the sky can calm my mind, and I believe meeting you is also a turning point in my life.
Strength is an excellent character of Scorpio. Great endurance makes you dare to meet difficulties and obstacles and conquer them. No matter what the problem is, it won't bore you, on the contrary, it will add fun to your life. You never accept any failure. If you are frustrated, start from scratch and rush to success again with tenacious will and perseverance.
Sister, do you think the topic is familiar? It's a topic you once wrote. Behind you, I feel the warmth you give me. Sister, thank you. In the future, I will warm you with my love. May your tomorrow be even better.
4. Writing a composition by someone who gives me warmth is particularly depressing in today's class.
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 3 (1), and my heart will be one 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. I don't see fifty-four students, but fifty-four hearts of gold, tightly together.
Write a 300-word composition for the person who gives you warmth in your life. My mother was born ordinary, and her love for me was too ordinary. Just like a cup of warm water, it is plain and warm.
Once, my mother and I walked to the side of the road. Facing the traffic, my mother subconsciously protected me with her hands. My mother's hands are warm.
Since junior high school, my mother has been worried about my blood, lost her temper with me and even reached out and hit me. After the fight, my mother shed tears of distress.
Mother's tears, warm, mixed with countless sadness.
Whenever my mother and colleagues talk about me, they say infinite praise, which is a serious flash, as if showing off one of their treasures to others.
Mom's praise sounds warm and full of joy.
Every morning, when I can't afford to stay in bed, my mother will take on the responsibility of making breakfast for me. Every morning when I open my eyes and see the first ray of sunshine, warm milk, some bread or pancakes are already in front of my eyes.
The breakfast cooked by my mother is warm and will feel endless care.
The love my mother gave me was warm, too.
Some people say that mother is God's guardian angel for everyone, but I want to say that mother is not only our guardian angel, but also the source of our warmth.
Mother's love for us is like a drop of warm water, which drops into our hearts every time. After a long time, it has finally gathered into a pool of water called "love", which is heating up continuously. Let us return this warm love to the people we love.
6. Fourth grade composition-flowers bloom for my warmest people, and how many warm stories are staged in them; 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!
Write about your parents. . . Translation?
7. Write a composition of about 100 words for someone who is warm to you. I have been in this world 13 years since the baby was born. 13 years, I was surrounded by thick warmth, and family and friendship are my most precious memories!
When I lost my mind, I thought, I still have a warm harbor and my closest friends! It was my parents who comforted me when I was sad, and it was you who gave me warmth.
Sometimes warmth is always at that moment, that trivial detail, even a phone call.
In the dark night, the wind outside the window is noisy, and the whirring from the tree makes my heart tremble more and more. I was in a daze in the room and tapped my head with a pen. Although the heating is on, I still don't feel warm. I was the only one in the huge room, and even I was helpless to myself, so I chose silence. My parents are too busy to contact home, and I don't know which night I was alone at home.
Looking out the window, I seem to be used to being alone, but I still can't control the blur in front of me. I don't believe it was tears. I dried the salty water drops on my mouth. My attention turned to the topic of Zhou Ji. I was rushing to write about my family, but suddenly I found myself at a loss.
I wandered around the table as if waiting for something, but I couldn't figure it out. I couldn't sleep all night without it. The more I think about it, the more I feel overwhelmed and flustered, so that I dare not think about it. I went back to my desk and stared at the composition book under the desk lamp. There is only that pen on the big paper, and I am a little lost. At this moment, the telephone rang, and I suddenly remembered. I hurried to call, but the phone didn't ring. This is obviously my mother's phone number. She must have thought I was asleep and refused to answer the phone before hanging up. I waited for a long time and didn't hear * * *, so I couldn't help but press redial.
"Mom-"At this moment, tears overflowed my eyes.
In fact, warmth is everywhere. Inadvertently, it has spread to people's hearts, but we still don't know how to understand it.
Mom, I want to say "thank you for bringing me warmth"
8. Give me a warm person composition 199. Give me a warm person, 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 over, isn't it? "Yes, everything has passed, everything will pass, but for everything my parents gave me, 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.
9. Composition: Everyone who gives me warmth longs for happiness, and everyone is feeling happiness.
Happiness is sometimes abstract and sometimes concrete; Happiness is sometimes far away, sometimes close at hand. Dedication is happiness, and giving is happiness. Getting is happiness, enjoying is happiness ... A blessing is happiness, an understanding look is happiness, happiness is the feeling of the soul, and happiness is the experience of life ... I stood up and walked on my way home again, and the autumn rain was falling and the drizzle was flowing downstream, which added a little chill to my depressed heart.
I remember it was a rainy day. When the teacher handed out the mid-term paper, I suddenly found that the teacher had corrected one of my questions wrong. After repeated inspections, I am full of confidence. When the teacher talked about this question, I stood up without thinking: "Teacher, your answer is wrong!" " The whole class suddenly focused on me, and the teacher looked at me sideways and said angrily, "Let's wait until we think it over, okay?" At this time, the whole class burst into laughter, and in a burst of embarrassment, I had to sit down helplessly.
In the afternoon self-study class, I stood up again and reiterated my views. I didn't expect the teacher to be more angry. He satirized me severely in reprimanding language, and then stormed out of the classroom. I stood quietly, feeling like a lonely poplar outside the window, facing the coming storm.
When the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass, I was already standing in the office listening to the class teacher's lecture: "You study well, but you can't take it as a proud capital. How can you compare with the teacher? " Several teachers nearby also said earnestly, "You will trip if you go on like this. When you think about it, apologize to the teacher. " I trudged into the house. I don't know when the rain stopped. Only the moon passes through the smoke like a castle, and the faint moonlight sometimes shines obliquely in front of the window.
Well, if I knew this, I would apologize to the teacher. However, on second thought, I can't help thinking of Bruno and Galileo ... they seem to tell me: "Truth will prevail".
The next day, I stood up politely and explained the answer to that question carefully. Perhaps my sincerity caught the teacher's attention. The teacher thought for a moment and said to me, "You are right."
Looking at the teacher's apologetic smile, I burst into tears. Let it wash away my shame, I finally won! I think, at that moment, my inner happiness is beyond others' understanding.