In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has tried to write essays. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, essays can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. The following is a warm journey essay that I compiled for everyone. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Warm Journey Essay 1

Warm journeys can be encountered in our lives. We are like travelers, waiting for the warm sunshine to shine on us.

Last semester, our class had a new teacher. Her hair is black and shiny, and she has a pair of big, bright eyes. She looks kind and approachable. Whenever I encounter setbacks, he is the one who helps me solve them. I remember that it was a rainy day and the road was very slippery. I fell down accidentally and my skin was abraded. The teacher used a hair dryer to dry my wet pants. He also wiped my wound with red liquid and blew me gently.

Another time, when I went to the office to hand in my homework, the teachers were all eating sweet and sour oranges, but I was drooling on the side. The teacher saw it and said, "You little greedy cat, come here and have one." Teacher Shen asked me to finish eating before leaving because she was afraid that my classmates would become jealous. The teacher said to me: "You are the best student I have ever seen. Your stability makes me feel that you are very practical." I was stunned. I didn't expect that the teacher would praise me like this. I will always remember this sentence in my heart, and I will never forget such a good teacher like you. Then, I said to the teacher: "Thank you!" There were a little tears in the corners of Teacher Shen's eyes. Then she said "Okay" again.

The warm journey has benefited me throughout my life. Of course, I will never forget this good teacher. Warm Journey Composition 2

A ray of sunshine can comfort a fragile life and grow into a towering tree; a drop of dew can nourish a tiny life and break through the soil.

On a late summer afternoon, the sky was filled with fish belly white. The breeze blew warmly towards the young man's clothes which were wet with sweat. I was wandering aimlessly on this beautiful afternoon. Unknowingly, I walked into the ancient teaching building again. Looking at the stained floor, it seems that its former glory is nowhere to be seen. My eyes "swept" aimlessly over the "old man" and finally stopped at the unknown tree. Warmth of memories surged into my heart: On the same hot afternoon, as a child, I walked towards the teaching building, my thoughtful eyes still resting on the top of the building. I only saw a touch of green staying in that dark corner, and I looked at that corner curiously. I saw a small seedling swaying in the breeze. I walked away from the memories of the past three years, and now it is a towering tree. The strong branches and dark green leaves no longer look as tender as they once were. In this long process, it slowly blossoms and bears fruit from a seed.

I thought to myself: "In the past three years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, how much heat has it endured, and how much cold has it endured."

Thinking of this, I feel bad for it. Another respect. Looking at him three years later, and recalling me three years ago, I am growing, and so is he.

Growth is a journey. In this journey, you will always encounter ups and downs, but it is not important. As long as you work hard, you will definitely succeed! Warm Journey Composition 3

Gently step across the grass and come to a sea of ??flowers. There are lilies and orchids; there are red flowers and yellow flowers; there are bees and butterflies.

I followed a little bee, chasing it around, but lost it. However, another big yellow butterfly appeared in front of me, flying happily, so I waved it again with a small net bag, but I found nothing and the butterfly disappeared. Then, I saw bright red strawberries one by one. I picked more than ten and ate them with relish. When I was almost finished eating, I saw a little yellow dog again. I put down the strawberries and chased the little yellow dog again. I chased after the little yellow dog. As soon as the little yellow dog got into the haystack, it suddenly disappeared. I searched and searched. , it was already dusk before I knew it, and the remaining light of the sun filled the entire sky. There were less and less blue, and it was all red, yellow, and orange.

The number of words is insufficient, so here is another warm memory.

Growth is also a melody, a joyful journey, and it is also full of sunshine.

Like all things in nature, we must make ourselves more perfect and become an excellent and useful person to society. Warm Journey Composition 4

There will always be setbacks on the road of life, and these setbacks make us grow.

It was a morning in the fifth grade. The sun was shining brightly. I looked out the window with an uneasy look on my face. It turned out that there was a sports meeting today and as an athlete, I wanted to represent our class in the 100 meters. and 60 meters. This is my first personal event in a sports meeting, so I will inevitably feel a little nervous. With the sound of the broadcast, we moved the chairs to the playground and watched the game. I sat on the chair as if on pins and needles, counting silently in my heart, there were still a few projects left for me. "Please take your place for the fifth graders participating in the 100 meters." The loud announcement reached my ears. I anxiously ran to the General Affairs Office to report. After writing my name on the form, I walked up the stairs under the leadership of the teacher. I walked on my own track and looked at the vast playground. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew up the dust on the ground. From time to time, I heard one or two bird calls in my ears. I casually made preparations on my own track, "Prepare - -" I prepared my posture. "Run!" followed by the sound of the starting gun. I rushed out of the starting line like an arrow off the string, but I still saw a few figures in front of me. With a burst of noise, I crossed the starting line. I know I only got fourth.

However, after I finished running, my classmates gathered around to comfort me. When I got home, my mother also said to me: "There are always setbacks in life, and we should look at them with an optimistic attitude."

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This short period of 100 meters has made me grow a lot, and also made me understand many principles of life. Warm Journey Composition 5

Growth is a journey; growth is also a test of life. ——Inscription

The classroom of Class 1, Grade 4, was very lively and everyone was in a quarrel. Our class teacher is going out to study for a week, so this week will not be as quiet as before.

Originally, in the days when the teacher is not here, I will be called the king like others. Just like "there are no tigers in the mountains, but monkeys dominate."

But this time, I sat in my seat frustrated. get out of class is over now, because the teacher is not here, and the students who haven’t done their homework are also playing. The next class was a Chinese class, and there was a test in that class, but I didn't review.

At this moment, Zhengyu "drifted" to me with his smooth soles.

When he saw that I was very frustrated, he said, "Why are you doing this? The teacher finally went out, but you didn't play."

"What do you know? The exam will be in ten minutes. I didn't even read the textbook last night." I said.

"I'm more exaggerated than you," Zhengyu said with a smile. "As long as you work hard, you can get things done without preparation."

I remembered that in the past, I would be frustrated as long as I didn't prepare well for the exam.

It seems that encouragement from friends in life is essential and a very warm process. Warm Journey Composition 6

I remember one morning in the fourth grade, something made me both painful and warm.

It was a sunny afternoon, and some of my classmates and I were playing tag on the flag-raising platform. The flag-raising platform is a bit high and made of hard stone. We usually jump up and down there, relaxed and very happy.

"Here he comes! He comes!" Zhou Hanjia from our class came to tell us that the person who caught people was here. The other students jumped up onto the flag stand with a little jump, and I jumped up like my classmates. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the knee of one leg. I lay on the flag stand and screamed: "Ah, it hurts!" When I came to my senses, I realized that I had been hit by the corner of the flag stand. My legs hurt so much that I felt like the sky was getting darker and the sun was no longer shining.

At this time, the class bell rang. Zhou Hanjia and the others ran over and helped me off the flag stand. Then Zhou Hanjia helped me back to the classroom.

My legs were getting more and more painful. At this time, I vaguely saw a figure running over, holding my other hand and saying to Zhou Hanjia: "Let's help Zhang Ningjie back to the classroom. "Through the voice, I knew that he was our Jin Yuanheng.

We slowly walked towards the classroom, getting closer and closer to the classroom. Looking back at the road we have traveled, this is my warm journey. Although my legs hurt, my heart is warm.

Friendship is warm, and it is friendship that has accompanied me through this difficult and painful road. Warm Journey Composition 7

I decided on a nickname for my sister when she was just born. Her nickname is "Dian Dian" and her nickname is "Yuan Xinyi". When she was born, my parents, I, Grandma likes my sister "Diandian" very much. At first I loved her very much, but then I started to hate her. My father and mother were only good to my sister.

I was very jealous of my sister, just like the sister in "Wonder Boys" and I were. One time when her younger brother went to school, she was chatting happily with her mother at home. Then her mother received a very urgent call. It turned out that her brother was not feeling well at school. After her mother left, the happy mood gradually disappeared and her anger slowly increased. In a fit of rage, she threw the TV's remote control on the floor because all her mother could think about was her brother. And my father and mother now only think about my sister. I felt very disappointed and suddenly felt bad.

Just at this time, grandma came and comforted me gently and kindly, saying: "Since your little sister Diandian is already accompanied by her parents, don't be sad because I am here to accompany you!" I I really wanted to cry at that time. As long as I am free, grandma will come to accompany me. I heard from my grandma that she would go back to Shangyu when my sister grows up. I found an opportunity to tell my grandma that I hoped she would not leave my side. I know that grandma cannot stay with me forever, but her heart will always be connected with mine until forever.

My dear grandma comforts me when I am sad and encourages me when I have no confidence. I love you! my grandma. Warm Journey Essay 8

Nature makes us understand many truths: cutting down trees is not good for the environment; emitting waste gas is harmful to the air; do not litter everywhere, as it will only destroy the ecological environment... I also learned a lot about the inspiration from nature.

That day, the sun was shining brightly, and my mother took me to play in the mountains.

When I got to the mountain, I ran excitedly, turning my head from time to time and calling my mother to catch up.

When I turned my head, I saw two squirrels on a towering pine tree, one big and one small. It was obvious that they were a mother and son. Mother squirrel is teaching her baby squirrel how to jump and land. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out my camera to record this moment.

The mother squirrel shouted to the baby squirrel, as if to say: "Come on, you must be great, don't be nervous, take your time!" The little squirrel listened and tried to jump to another branch. But he stopped again and stood there blankly. When the little squirrel hesitated, the mother squirrel stroked the little squirrel's furry head with her front paws. The little squirrel suddenly jumped to the branch in front of her.

When I saw that scene, a warm word flashed through my mind - maternal love. right! That is maternal love, that is the powerful power given by maternal love! Because of maternal love, the little squirrel moves forward bravely!

On that day, nature told me a truth, telling me to move forward bravely. At the same time, we must honor our parents. Warm Journey Composition 9

Everything revives in spring.

We came to the children's park.

When I heard the news, I cheered for joy. Seeing that my grandparents and younger brother were there, I had no choice but to contain my inner excitement, got on the bus, and set off for my destination. I haven't been to this place for seven years, so I don't know how much it has changed.

When we walked into the park, we saw a pond for feeding fish. When we stopped, my brother was the first to say: "Feed the fish." We didn't express any opinions, so we started feeding the fish. Halfway through, suddenly, grandma asked: "Qiqi, do you remember that I brought you here before?"

I didn't speak for a long time. Grandma's feeling of not asking, but not asking, made my There were ripples in my heart. At first, I just felt a little surprised. Then I looked at the lively goldfish and the rippling ripples with calm eyes, and said very calmly: "Remember, what's wrong?" Grandma asked like a string of stars. Like, it brought back all my memories.

It was like old movies were playing in my mind. I rushed to the fish pond quickly, with my grandma following behind me. In my impression, when I saw the goldfish for the first time, I was so happy. I jumped up. In the past, when I didn’t see the red goldfish in front of me, my grandma would always try her best to agree to my request. This suddenly made me remember that when I was a child, I lost my temper, and my grandma said to me: "As long as I don't Be happy, I will always be with you."

There is not much food left in my hands. Although it seems childish, it has given me a "warm journey." Warm Journey Composition 10

On a scorching summer day, I learned to ride a bicycle...

At noon one day, I was doing my homework, and my father was at home with me. , and my mother went to work outside. Suddenly, my dad said he wanted to go outside for a walk. I thought, he was going to have dinner with his friends again. I tried to stop him, and he asked, "Are you going to learn to ride a bicycle?" I said, "That's great!"

We both said After pushing the bicycle into the community, my father taught me how to ride it. How to hold the handle properly while riding? But I couldn't listen to anything, so I just rode by myself. As soon as you ride, you fall. If you fall, you get up and ride again.

Dad said: "Why don't you listen to me?"

I was very unhappy and said: "You didn't teach me anything! Just say it there Come on, if I use your method, the fall will be more painful!"

I tried to explore on my own again, but I still have to use the method my father said. I finally learned to ride a bicycle, but my father was helpless...

My growth was my father's silent love - a warm journey. Warm Journey Composition 11

I still remember that one morning in the fourth grade, something made me feel both painful and warm.

On a sunny noon, some classmates and I were playing tag on the flag-raising platform. The flag-raising platform is a bit high and made of hard bluestone. Everyone usually jumps around there, leisurely and very happy.

"Coming! Coming!" Zhou Hanjia from our class came to tell everyone that the person who captured people was here. The other students all jumped up to the flag stand with a little jump, because I jumped up in front of my classmates. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the knee joint of one leg. I lay down on the flag stand and screamed: "Ah, it hurts!" When I turned around, I realized that I was hit by the corner of the flag stand. My legs hurt so much that it felt like the sky was getting dark and the sun was no longer shining. At this time, the class bell rang. Zhou Hanjia and the others ran back and helped me off the flag stand. Then Zhou Hanjia helped me back to the classroom.

My legs were getting more and more painful. At this moment, I vaguely saw a figure rushing over, holding my other hand and saying to Zhou Hanjia: "Let's help Zhang Ningjie back to the classroom. "Based on the sound, I understand that he is our Kim Won Hyung.

Everyone walked slowly towards the classroom, getting closer and closer to the classroom. Looking back at everyone's journey, I see my warm journey in my eyes. Even though my legs hurt, my heart is warm.

Friendship is warm, and it is friendship that has accompanied me through this difficult and painful road. Warm Journey Composition 12

This is my study room, and the bookshelves are full of books.

I love reading, not just in general, but to the point of obsession. Even if I don’t read when I wake up every day, I still dream about books. This is a kind of enjoyment.

My mother started telling me fairy tales before I went to kindergarten. I still remember that the first story I learned was "The Ugly Duckling". Whenever an ugly duckling turns into a swan, I am extremely excited. After that, whenever I see ducklings, I want to take the ugliest one home, imagining that they will turn into white swans. I was very concerned about what happened to the protagonist in the book. I cried when the little match girl died, and I danced and cheered when the three little pigs burned the big bad wolf.

But these fairy tales only satisfied my desire for books before school. When I went to school, I started reading novels. The emotions in the novels were always so strong. They made people laugh at one moment and made them cry at the other. I read novels obsessively and always urged my mother to buy books for me. At that time, I had no idea how interesting science fiction could be until one day a year later.

There are thousands of books in the library of my mother’s school, including one. As soon as I opened their cover, I read this book eagerly day and night. This is my first book. A science fiction novel called "Harry Potter".

When I was promoted four times, I picked up classics again. In the past two years, I read "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "The Three Musketeers", and I gradually gained a new understanding of people and society.

This is my study, it is always full. Warm Journey Composition 13

The road to growth is as long as the Milky Way in the universe. Every person, every thing, every item when I was growing up is a memory of my growth. What remains fresh in my memory are those extracurricular books.

The extracurricular books at home grew up with me. I have loved reading books since kindergarten. At that time, I could only read picture books with pinyin and let my mother tell me nice and touching picture book stories. At that time, I was attracted by picture books and begged my mother to buy them for me. My mother also hoped that I would be a child who loved reading and bought me many books.

After I entered the first or second grade of elementary school, I was no longer interested in those picture books. I fell in love with many new books, such as: "The Naughty Bao Ma Xiaotiao", "The Laughing Cat Diary" and all Yang Hongying's books. The books are all so vivid. I also implemented the action of collecting good words and sentences. I learned a lot of new knowledge from the books.

Time flies, I am now in the fourth grade of elementary school, and I like to read more and more books. However, I am now focusing on reading the series of books called "Celebrity Biography". Although these books are bland, they can add a lot of knowledge to me about celebrities! Coupled with the good words, sentences, famous quotes, and poems I have collected, my Chinese skills will definitely not be bad.

In the process of growing up, in addition to father's love and mother's love, it is books that bring us strength. Books are my companions in growing up, and they are also a warm journey in my growing memories. Warm Journey Composition 14

On a dimly lit night, my parents and I walked leisurely home after shopping.

On the small road. It was dark all around, and the cool wind blew through the weeds and hit us. The three of us leaned together, smelling the fresh and natural air, and immersed in the symphony played by bugs and frogs.

At this time, my father's steps slowed down, a few strands of hair were blown by the cool breeze, and a trace of pain flashed across his weathered face. I asked doubtfully: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" In the wind, my father smiled and said nothing, but the smile he showed was reassuring - all the time, no matter what kind of dilemma he was in.

After a while, my father stopped, looked at us, and then at his feet, as if he was making a decision. Finally, he took off his new white canvas shoes, revealing a pair of red feet.

My mother and I looked at my father, who was frowning, and were stunned. We didn't expect that the person who kept smiling had already suffered many injuries.

After the epiphany, I threw myself into my father’s warm arms, even though he was so thin that he almost fell to the ground. A gust of warm wind blew by, and the pain on my father's face disappeared, replaced by the most charming smile.

For a moment, my mother and I supported my father. My father was originally unwilling, but after we tried to dissuade him again and again, he had no choice but to agree.

In this way, under the dark night sky and on the dim path, my mother and I supported my father and took every step slowly and steadily. We supported each other, and there was already light all around us. The warm wind rippled among the grass, warming our hearts and the path under our feet. Warm Journey Essay 15

In my short ten years, I have experienced many touching things. I have forgotten many things, but this incident is something I will never forget.

It was a quiet night. One of my best friends in the class and I were walking on the school playground. There was a sound of "bell, bell, bell" in the distance. I don't know what it was about. As we were walking, she suddenly asked me: "Does your mother love you?" I was stunned. I always felt that sometimes my mother loved me, and sometimes she didn't, but I still answered, "Of course my mother does." Me!" "It turns out that having maternal love is such a good thing!" "What do you mean?" I think, I have been friends with her for many years, and every time I mention her mother, she He stopped talking and lowered his head. She cried when she thought of this, and I asked her: "Why are you crying? Why do you feel sad when you mention your mother?" "I... My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, so I don't get maternal love. I Only a great father's love." She was very sad, and I asked her strangely: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I don't want you to laugh at me because I don't have a mother." "No, no, if. If you tell me earlier, I might be able to help you. You can come to my house for a day and feel what maternal love is like. Come to my house!"

At this moment, her tears flowed uncontrollably. When she came down, she hugged me tightly and said to me: "You are my best friend, thank you."

This conversation was like a warm trip.