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 comes 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 12 June-when the bad news came, we were struggling 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 disaster relief books was posted in front of the classroom, and the square was crowded with students selling disaster relief books for charity ... only then did we feel that we had such deep love and our hearts were unconsciously connected. We can't wait to go to the most painful place of the Chinese nation in person. On our way to school for so many years, I feel that I have learned too little for the first time! Only in difficult times can we truly appreciate the greatness and strength of great love. Warm up, no matter where, no matter when, we should warm up and fill our hearts with love!
We have learned much 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 territory 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 have left permanent pain, but our hands are permanently held together, and our hearts are permanently connected! Wenchuan doesn't cry, the disaster area won't hurt! Because love stretched out green hands at the moment of national mourning, death looked at it timidly and shed a tear, leaving only love, strength and responsibility.
Giving love and strength is the theme of the times. Warm, loving will.
Without love, there is no color in the world, and there is no spring scenery in the world. Without the love of leadership, people can only be born in dire straits. Without the love of volunteers, lost people can only wander. Without the love of the people, the call under the ruins will be the last sigh of death, and the national heartache will be an incurable disease! 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 bygones be bygones. But don't forget, we always have love. It's time to get warm.
2. Write a composition with "warmth" as the main topic. The number of words in the sixth grade is around 400. Thank you for your warmth, which exists in everyone's heart. 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.
Without love, there is no color in the world, and there is no spring scenery in the world. Without the love of leadership, people can only be born in dire straits. Without the love of volunteers, lost people can only wander. Without the love of the people, the call under the ruins will be the last sigh of death, and the national heartache will be an incurable disease! 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 bygones be bygones. But don't forget, we always have love. It's time to get warm.
3. The sixth grade composition "Warmth"-with the theme of "Warmth". I wrote a composition 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.
4. Writing a 500-word composition around words with temperature in the sixth grade of primary school will make you feel the warmth by the fire; Drinking a cup of hot coffee will also make you feel warm. However, only those words that sound ordinary can warm your heart.
I still remember that it was a hot summer. The sun shines on the earth, and cicadas keep singing in the trees, adding a noise and heat to the city. I stayed at home, but I was quiet. I stayed at home and watched TV because I was sick. I don't know why a kind of food-sugar fried chestnuts will appear in my mind. I didn't even think about it, so I asked my mother to buy sugar-fried chestnuts for me. But when I finished this sentence, I was very quiet. I thought mom would refuse because of the rain. But she didn't, but said, "I'll buy it now. Your health is the most important thing. You have a good rest. " Just after saying this, my mother went out in the rain with a small umbrella. Although her words sound ordinary, they contain her love for me. Isn't this the temperature?
I still remember that one sunny morning, I was having a computer class, and the boring computer class seemed to make my stomach start to protest and hurt. I lay prone on the table and turned pale. At this time, one of my classmates saw me looking at my watch and immediately became nervous, as if I were her relative, and asked me with concern, "Why are you so careless?" Did you eat something bad this morning? Do you have a cold ... "Although my stomach still hurts, it seems to give me invisible strength, as if there is no such thing. Although these words may be just a trivial episode in life, they have entered a warm current and flowed into my heart.
In interpersonal communication, there are many words, but few words with "temperature". But it is these words with temperature that make our boring life colorful. It is these words that make the world full of love and warmth. As long as we pay more attention to everything around us and are good at observing life, you will find that there is a temperature language around us.
Writing a warm composition in grade six is a warm moment.
Whether it is a cup of hot tea or a beautiful book, it contains many warm moments and carries the most beautiful truth in the world-continuous maternal love!
Motherly love is the spring that moistens my heart; Motherly love is the wind, soothing my soul; Motherly love is honey, sweet to my heart; Motherly love is light, which illuminates my heart; Motherly love is fire, which warms my heart.
I like tea, like its pure fragrance, like its pure color, like the taste it carries. I remember that every time I study in the evening, there is a cup of white fragrant tea besides me and books under the shadow of the lamp. When I taste it, I always feel that there is an invisible power to make people progress. This is the taste of tea, slightly bitter and fragrant.
Often I don't know when, my mother quietly pushed open the door, holding a cup of hot green tea in her hand and putting it in front of me. "Drink it, it's bad for your health to get cold." I took the tea slowly and took a sip gently. The feeling of warmth spread all over my body. My mother picked up a cup of tea, shook her head and smiled at me. I also looked at my mother and smiled. Time seems to have solidified at that moment, and the air is filled with warm feelings. The warmth of this moment warms my heart.
I like winter. Love its majesty, love its coolness and love its blue sky. The cold north wind killed everything. After the heavy snow, it is a fairy tale world. Glittering snowflakes fall from the branches, like dancing elves, the snow-white earth is silent. At this time, the world has become my world. Have snowball fights, make snowmen, skate and ski. My mother always gives me a good book at this time, so that I can calm down and have a rest. My mother always comes in and puts on a dress for me at this time. In the evening, I took my mother's hand and walked on the path where snowflakes were flying. The warm breath in the snow shadow warmed the surroundings.
Whether it is a cup of hot tea or a beautiful book, it contains many warm moments and carries the most beautiful truth in the world-continuous maternal love!
6. Write a 400-word composition around 1. You can feel the warmth in every corner of the world: what makes the hard ice disappear, the cold wind fade, turn into willow leaves and turn into sunshine? Spring has arrived.
It makes us feel warm. What makes people find their way in the dark and see hope in confusion? It's sunshine.
It makes us feel warm. What makes desperate people see the light and hope in their predicament? This is love.
Because of love, we feel warm. Why did you get off on our way home in the face of snowstorm and heavy snow? Why is there no sign of stopping? You are the embodiment of beauty, and the scene you create is the wonder of heaven and earth. However, in this year, how many people still want to appreciate you in front of you once every 50 years? You turned into a demon, and we saw you face ferocious, showing your fangs and dancing wildly in the air.
You are in cahoots with low temperature, hard ice and frozen fish. You have devoured our warmth, blocked our way forward, destroyed many transmission towers and frozen the water pipes that sustain our lives. Snow, you are falling on our hearts! "Be sure to send everyone home for the New Year", "access, power saving and safety", love can melt ice. The Prime Minister came to our side twice, to the station, to the farmers' market and to the families of martyrs, and personally gave us his heavy and warm care.
Love makes us feel warm. Candlelight illuminates the deep mountain, lights the torch of knowledge on the most rugged mountain road, and pulls up children's little hands to learn on the loneliest cliff. 19 years of poverty, persistence and hard work have precipitated into fertile ground for the spirit and let hope sprout.
In 2008, China people Li Guilin and Lu Jianfen were moved to teach and educate the Yi people on the cliff at an altitude of 2,800 meters at 18, sowing the seeds of knowledge among the Yi people. It is they who have propped up a blue sky for education in remote mountainous areas, who have given their true love and made lonely children feel warm.
Love is like the tide. When the devil's hand tore open the chest of the earth, high-rise buildings collapsed, other places cracked, and boulders hit Wenchuan ... At this worrying moment, our prime minister came, our army came, and traffic from all directions came. The love of all rivers has come ... the flood of love makes the people in the disaster area feel the warmth of love.
Without spring, there would be no warmth of the earth; Without sunshine, there would be no warm days; Without love, there is no warmth in the world. Love is the ultimate nourishment of all life, and love can save all loneliness and darkness.
As long as there is love, life will not be fragile. As long as there is love, life will not be lonely.
As long as there is love, we will feel warm. 2. Warmth is the guiding light in the darkness, leading people who have lost their way to the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.
Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.
Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand. Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.
When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.
I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.
I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.
Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.
What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... All doubts have passed, and I understand everything at this moment.
At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold. It is very cold in winter.
But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart.
I feel warm enough to haunt my life. Warmth is the guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.
Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.
Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand. Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.
When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.
I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.
I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.
Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look. Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.
What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... All doubts have passed, and I understand everything at this moment.
At this point, a warm current welled up in my heart.
7. Composition written around warm words, 600 words. Oh, the sunshine is so warm.
Warm sunshine gives people a warm mood. I don't know when it started. The definition of "warmth" in my heart is sunshine. Until listening to Fish Leong's "Warmth"-"In fact, you are very good, but you don't know it yourself. Really good to me, don't ask for anything in return ... "
Warm, also has the definition of happiness.
When I was in junior high school, I was very busy and nervous on weekends, and there seemed to be no gap. Accustomed to the life law of "home school art training" and "three points into the face", my father suddenly said, take me to fly a kite today!
Well, the weather is good and the sunshine is good. Go ahead.
Over the Century Square, colorful kites are flying up and down, competing with each other. My kite is clean and flawless. I can even see the sun hanging high in the sky through the white rice paper.
I'm pulling the wire, and my father is in charge of winding it. A clear division of labor, I am very busy. In the blink of an eye, the kite swaggered into the sky. "Be careful! Look, it's going to fall, pull it quickly! " "Dad, the line is too short. You let go, you don't let go, it's not high! "
My eyes almost narrowed and I looked at the kite hanging in the air with difficulty. At this moment, my father simply let go and let me handle it. I pulled the wire to make it fly. Watching dad sitting in a chair, enjoying the warm sunshine!
"It's good to have sunshine! It's warm to shine on your body. " Dad smiled.
"The sun is really bad! I can't open my eyes. " I made a naughty irony.
Unexpectedly, my father quickly took off his sunglasses and ran to hang them on my nose. I ran in the square with a rope. Sunshine and wind blend together and blend in my face.
I have a kind of unspeakable happiness.
After returning home, my father showed me a photo: I was wearing my father's big sunglasses, holding a thread in my hand, looking at the kite in the air and grinning wildly.
Mom said, today, on my face, I saw a long-lost kiss of sunshine, like a flower, blooming on my face.
I said, "That's because the sun is too warm."
8. The composition in the sixth grade of primary school is warm. The warm feeling of 560 words makes people warm for a long time. A caring action makes people warm for a long time; An understanding look makes people warm for a long time ... and it is also a series of forms that make me feel warm and make the world warm. I like the warm feeling! This is a warm word. Say hello to your hard-working aunt or uncle when you buy something. After shopping, you should say thank you politely. If you need an aunt or uncle to climb up and get it, you must say something considerate, such as: be careful.
Just a few words can keep people warm for a long time. What about us? Usually pay more attention to saying some polite words, some considerate words and some warm words, which can make people feel concerned and warm. This is a warm action. When someone falls, lend a helping hand. When someone runs out of water, hand over his pen ... these are just a few simple actions, but they can keep people warm for a long time. Usually help people in need and do some actions to help others, which makes people feel caring.
Those are warm actions that can enhance friendly relations between people. This is a kind of warm eyes, eyes are the windows of the soul, and we can express our inner feelings to others through our own eyes.
Our concern, care, care and help for others ... it is these eyes that can make people around us feel warm, make our life beautiful and make all people feel warm. I like the warm feeling, and I will try my best to make more people feel warm and make the whole world full of warm breath.
-In the warm memory of 600 words, my father's eyes are always full of seriousness, like an ancient hole and a deep alley. I seldom meet my father, and the time is very contradictory and staggered with my father.
Therefore, in order to find a reunion, I pay attention to every moment and cherish every corner of the day. Gradually, my heart was darkened by time.
I long for my father to talk to me and give me warmth. I have been waiting, but the days always flow from my hands like running water. One morning, I still go to school by bike.
At this point, my father should still be asleep. Said goodbye and got on the bus.
No one to accompany me, lost climbed into my heart. Suddenly I felt a powerful force coming at me, and my back was warm, so firm and so strong.
I am wrapped in this warm current and can't blow it away. This force is condensing and forming a shadow in the air.
Who is the manipulator of this power? I dare not look back, for fear that this is a phantom, and my eyes will break at the touch. I can only immerse myself in this warmth and speed up my progress.
After keeping warm for a long time, I vaguely felt the firm and powerful fatherly love in my strength. The next day, I went out with a warm heart.
Pedal slowly, unconsciously, I can immediately know the warmth behind me, and I quickly turned my head. Suddenly, the warmth in my heart was shattered, leaving only wisps of hot air rising out. One morning, my father just came back, gave me a slight sign and entered the house.
I began to suspect that the warmth was just a desire in my heart. Riding on the road, inadvertently looking back, a figure is flashing, it is the father! My heart was surging, and my gloomy heart was suddenly warmed by Ming Che.
That energy was taken by my dad, and my dad's face kept popping up in my head. When I got home, my mother's earnest voice echoed in my ear: Yesterday, your father was so tired that he almost collapsed.
My tears rolled down at once, and the warmth in my heart stayed for a long time. My father left me a deep impression of love, which included deep love flowing into my heart.
I am illuminated by this warmth, and I will hold on to this love, for sure! 600 words of friendship, warm friendship is like a rope, which affects you and me respectively. In retrospect, I am a very headstrong girl.
Since I came to this class, my classmates have influenced me bit by bit. After every "storm", my classmates gave me the greatest encouragement and let me know from them that I will never be employed again. It is my classmates who make me progress bit by bit, so there is also a "friendship rope" between us, which binds me and my classmates tightly and ties me firmly with bows, so that our friendship will last forever! Friendship is like a flame, warming my heart. When I was in the most difficult and needy time, my classmates extended a helping hand and gave me the greatest help. When I am unhappy, it is my classmates who give me happiness, especially: Liu Yang, Changle and Wang Jia? , Dong; When I cried because I didn't do well in the exam, my classmates gave me great comfort ... Friendship is like honey, sweet in my heart. My happiness is shared with me by my classmates, but your sadness doesn't let me know; My classmates shared my success with me, but you didn't want me to know what you did behind my back.
I remember my classmate gave me a honey, which I will always keep in my heart, and the sweetness has always been in my heart. Friendship is like a window, which shows me the outside world.
"Yang Jingxin, get rid of the predicament and move towards success!" Students gave me great encouragement, let me out of confusion and see the light; "Yang Jingxin, look on the bright side, don't think about it!" It was my classmates who enlightened me and made me successful. Friendship is like a flower, blooming in everyone's heart.
Six years, let me and my classmates have a deeper understanding; Six years of friendship has planted a seed in everyone's heart, growing slowly and trying to open up. Flowers bloom in everyone's heart and will never be forgotten, because they represent our pure friendship! -600 words warm (1) Since I was born, someone has been caring for me and taking care of me. She is my mother.
Mother's love makes me feel warm. I remember when I was ten years old, I was seriously ill and had a high fever of 40 degrees.
Mom is a doctor. She prescribed many medicines from the hospital. When I got home, my mother couldn't find an infusion rack, so she used a hanger instead.
I felt terrible at that time and kept coughing. My mother was so anxious that she broke the glass of the bookcase when she took the hanger. Mother cut her hand on the glass, but she couldn't handle the wound.