Essay on the theme of warmth, essay on the theme of warmth

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing the disoriented to walk towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, making people feel the heat in their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert that sweetens the mouth of a dry mouth.

When winter comes, snowflakes are flying in the sky, spreading a thick quilt on the earth. I walked down the street, feeling very cold, and from time to time I covered my mouth with my hand to warm up.

By accident, I noticed a few leaflets and other pieces of paper pasted on a smooth wall opposite, and an old cleaner who looked to be forty or fifty years old had brushed the paper with a water-soaked brush, and then carefully tore it with his hands.

Although she was on the other side, she could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red was like fire.

After carefully clearing several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air, as if frozen. Seeing her move closer to the wall, she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on? Why didn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions ran through my mind.

I was about to take a look, but I saw a skinny female cleaner approaching the paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away.

When I saw it, I was even more confused, so I made up my mind to take a look.

Cross the street and come to the wall. What catches your eye is a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ......

The suspicion was relieved, and I understood everything in an instant. At this time, a warm current came to my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, and I no longer felt cold, but felt exceptionally warm.

Winters are cold. But he also makes people feel warm, just like the two cleaners, the deep warmth in this world comes from the burning heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the petal of incense in my heart.

I think it's warm enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.

Warm. Quietly but not lonely, relying on each other is also a kind of warmth.

Our empty hearts will always be filled with each other.

Simple happiness, full of warm time - question.

From the first semester of junior high school, the row of seats began like a spider's thread. The teacher's command order pulled two people who were not very familiar together, and began our hardcore career. We're always out of the crowd.

We don't know each other, we sit together and don't say a word, you and I are slow people, and we have both been hurt and betrayed by friends. I can't afford to hurt it anymore. So we all hide in the shell we have made, afraid that the sun will burn our **, afraid that the bumpy road will hurt us, for us, only we are the safest.

But we are lucky, probably because we always avoid the care of others, we will find our similarity, we will be close to each other, attracted to each other, as if it is the instigation of time, we are getting closer every minute, in fact, we become intimate, in the eyes of others, we are all indifferent, in fact, only we know that we are not indifferent, we understand each other, rely on each other, need each other.

We often snuggled up to each other in a languid posture on the grass in the warm afternoon sun, chatted, joked, said things that we were afraid to say in front of everyone, and shared each other's secrets. Looking at the blue sky, the white clouds, feeling the slightly drunken wind wrapped in the smell of grass, the lazy sun, my heart is as peaceful as two peaceful old ladies, sitting on the shore and watching the clouds roll up, the tide rises and falls.

Simple happiness, always like this afternoon, spend leisurely with the clouds and you, quietly but not lonely, and relying on each other is also a kind of warmth. It seems that no matter what changes in the world, there will always be good memories recorded in this garden of the mind. I'll fly through your skies, and you'll wait for me at the next stop.

We fished together to get the results we wanted, along the trail of longing, extending to the end of the reunion. Our empty hearts will always be filled with each other.

As long as we are together, every moment, there is a happy figure; Every minute is a warm time.

We've been separated for a long time, and in the last time we met, we still knew each other, ordering each other's favorite dishes at dinner and buying sister clothes when we went shopping. When chatting, we found that in that warm time, our shells were melted by the warm sun, and at the same time, our ice-like hearts were melted, and we all had a lot of friends with each other.

I think when we get old, when we recall that warm time, there will definitely be a warm current flowing through our hearts. I will always remember you.

Looking forward to Mars. This is a dark and old residential building, far from the street wheel royal road, where garbage is nowhere to be dumped, and there are piles everywhere downstairs. To make matters worse, the corridors of the three units are all dark, either there are no light bulbs, or the light bulbs are broken and no one has replaced them.

The common ventilation windows are in disrepair, the glass is broken, and some of the wind has fallen off, and when the wind blows, it squeaks, which is terrifying. It is indeed bizarre that the residents of such a building can be safe and sound. People seem to have long been accustomed to the sloppiness and dirtiness here, and they don't notice anything unusual.

One day, a young man came here and rented a house on the ground floor of the middle unit, which was going to be used as a house for the newlyweds. The young man was happy all day long, as if he had endless energy, he first used a broom to clean the stairs in front of the door, and then bought glass to replace on the public ventilation sash, and then stepped on the stool, repaired the lamp in the corridor, and pulled a pull rope, so that people in and out of the corridor can easily switch on/off, many people felt a little embarrassed, and also took out a shovel from home to help him do it, and it only took a morning to clean up the garbage under the whole building. That's when the miracle begins:

After a few days, the lights in the corridors on the first to sixth floors of the unit where the young man lived gradually turned on, and the broken window sashes were consciously repaired. When the night falls, the mellow lights shine through the ventilated windows of the corridor, so peaceful and warm.

As if happiness is contagious, the new changes in this unit and the beauty and harmony that resulted from it slowly permeated and spread throughout the floor. A man who walks around here is amazed to find that the light in front of this house is on tonight, and the light in front of that house is on again tomorrow night; People come out of the corridor with garbage bags, no longer casually as usual, but consciously walk towards the garbage bins across the street.

The young man never thought that his little effort would change the appearance of the entire floor. This is not necessarily unusual, because of the change in social climate, people nowadays have gradually learned to live in resignation and prevarication, and have adopted an attitude of indifference to some things that do not matter. In fact, in the depths of most people's hearts, there is still a love for sunshine, a thirst and expectation for truth, goodness and beauty, at this time, as long as a little spark emerges, it will ignite the kindness and kindness in their hearts, and let the fire of true love burn brightly.

Many times, the world we live in, what is lacking is such a spark: the ** gangsters in full view, the dirty hands stretched out to the pockets of innocent people on the train, the sharp gunshots shot at birds and birds in broad daylight--- if one person stands up, it will activate a lot of numb and timid hearts and stop the occurrence of evil. One more Mars, the world will add a touch of color, everyone will be a Mars, and the world will become an ocean of love.

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, so that the lost do not go to the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, making people feel the heat in their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert that sweetens the mouth of a dry mouth. A thoughtful word makes people warm for a long time; A caring action makes people warm for a long time; An understanding look warms people for a long ......It's also in the form of a series that makes me feel warm, fills the world with warmth, and I love the feeling of warmth! This is a warm sentence, buy something is to say hello to the hard salesman, aunt or uncle, after buying something, to politely say thank you to them, if you want something in a high place need the salesperson, aunt or uncle to climb the potato, you must say some intimate words, such as: be careful, etc.

Just a few words like this can make people warm for a long time, so why don't we be happy? Usually pay more attention to saying some polite words, some considerate words, some warm words, they can make people feel cared for by others, a warm feeling. It's a heartwarming gesture to stretch out a helping hand when someone falls, and hand over your pen to ...... when someone runs out of waterIt's just a few simple actions, but it can make people warm for a long time, usually help those in need more, do some actions to help others, some actions to make people feel caring.

It's a heartwarming gesture that fosters a friendly relationship between people. This is a warm look, the eye is the window of the soul, we can express our inner feelings to others through our own eyes. We care, care, love, and help others ......It is these eyes that can make the people around us feel warm, make our lives better, and make all people feel warm.

Touched in the cold winter, father's love is like a pair of warm hands, warming me; In the hot summer, father's love is like a big tree, sheltering me from the sun. I am a happy child, and I am touched again and again by the love that my father gave me. If you don't believe you, come and listen to me.

That day, I suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night. Dad was in a hurry, so he carried me and ran to the hospital. Along the way, the cold wind blew and the trees on the side of the road were blown to the side.

Dad's steps grew heavier and heavier, and he kept panting. "Daddy, take a break! "I can't bear to see my dad so tired.

No ......It's okay, you're burning so badly, how can you delay time? So saying, he walked on again. Even though the cold wind poured down my neck, I felt warm as I lay on my father's back, and my eyes couldn't help but moisten ......

As soon as I arrived at the hospital, my father ran upstairs and downstairs non-stop, for a while, for a while, for a blood test, for a while, and for a while, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead. "Daddy, take a break! I pleaded again.

It's okay. Dad wiped his sweat and smiled at me, "As long as you get better soon, Dad can rest assured!" With that, he ran to the window again to get the test sheet.

Looking at his back, there seemed to be a warm current flowing in my heart.

The doctor said I had pneumonia, but luckily I saw it in time. He prescribed me a lot of medicine and made me hang saline. By the time the water was hung up, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning.

When I got home, I was lying under the covers, but my father was still busy, he sat on the edge of my bed, and every once in a while he wrung a wet towel and put it on my forehead. I really didn't expect that in my eyes, I have always been a father who is a little talker; My father, who never teased me or talked to me; Even when I told him about my results, he just said lightly, "It's okay, it's okay."

's father, but he loves me so much. What a good dad! I must cherish ......Thinking about it, my eyes blurred again......

This little thing is small, but it swells with Dad's love. Whenever I am alone at home, the thought of this makes my heart warm. Ah, I'm so happy!

Warm life, if there is no warmth, it is a bowl of water; Family, if there is no warmth, there is no warmth and happiness; And society, if there is no warmth, there is no need to exist. (Report: A five-year-old child in a city died of excessive blood loss due to a car accident and no one helped him.) ）

Inscription. As I was walking down the street alone, I felt as if I had forgotten something, so I ran back as fast as I could. However, on the way back, a Mercedes-Benz taxi hit me, and I fell, bleeding a lot, but the car hesitated and drove away. Uncle Driver in the car, didn't you see me?

No, you must have seen it, so why did you drive away again? Want to escape? Ha, you can't escape!

Pedestrians on the side of the road, uncles, aunts, grandparents, I can't do it, come and save me, use your weather-beaten hands to pull me! Drivers on the highway, I will never forget the joy you had when a passenger beckoned to you, but I, a young creature lying on the road bleeding from the road, beckoned to you, pretending not to see, or even passing by me, don't you see? No, you must have seen it, so why didn't you save me?

I was bleeding so much, I missed my mother, I missed my family, and I shouted with all my might: "Mommy, Mommy, come and save me!" "But where's Mommy?

Can she hear me? Cars passed me all over me, and I was just in the smoke. I tried to raise my hand, but I lifted, lifted, and couldn't lift it.

Mom, where are you? Come and save me! "I cried and shouted, but my mother couldn't hear me, and the pedestrians on the road didn't see or hear.

Suddenly, I felt that there was a big, big black hole in my heart, and he was sucking me in, and I was struggling, struggling, but I couldn't get it out, and I was desperate......

Postscript - To this day, the shadow of this five-year-old child still comes to my mind, there are so many pedestrians on the road, but no one comes to save him; There were so many cars on the highway, but none of them stopped to save him, even if it was to give his mother a **. Think about how cruel the world would be if there was no warmth and no warm-hearted people! What a lesson this is!

Dear people, remember the lesson of blood, let yourself have a fiery heart, let everyone have a blue sky, and let the world be full of warmth!