Excerpts from essays about warmth, essays about warmth

Warmth In today's classroom, it is particularly oppressive. There is no longer the sound of reading in the past, and there is no longer the usual red-faced arguments. Everyone felt very sad, because Wang Ming's father died when he was a child, and his mother passed away yesterday, leaving only him and his sister.

What a blow it was! When a child is in need of mother's love, his mother is suffering from cancer and leaves him prematurely, which is how the Wang Ming sisters and brothers will live in the future!

In our class, joy does not belong to one person, but to the whole class, and Wang Ming's pain of losing his mother's love does not belong only to himself, but to the pain of the whole class. Wang Ming walked in from outside the door, he had a black gauze on his arms, his eyes were red and swollen, he dragged his heavy steps, and moved into the classroom step by step, everyone looked up at him, and looked at him sitting in his seat. The whole morning was unusually heavy for the class.

At noon, after lunch, everyone gathered around Wang Ming, some people looked at him with comforting eyes, some people stopped talking and sighed, and some stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. Wang Ming stood up, walked to the door of the classroom, glanced back at everyone, smiled at everyone, and walked out. This is not an ordinary smile, this is a child who pretends to laugh when he loses his mother's love, in order to comfort everyone, for fear of affecting the learning of his classmates.

This smile means that he can get through. I'm confident that he'll make it through.

Right! We will all provide him with a moment of graduation. "One cent, two cents, five cents, one yuan......Bills were put into Wang Ming's pencil case.

When Wang Ming came back, he looked at the money in his pencil case, and then at his classmates, who 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 the notebook, and there is such a famous sentence in the notebook: "Life is not a happy dinner, but struggle and tribulation; More struggle, more suffering.

There are also precious words from students in the book. Wang Ming saw it, with tears in his eyes, and wrote at the end of his notebook: "I am a member of the third (1) class of junior high school, and my heart will be fused 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. Instead of fifty-four classmates, I saw fifty-four hearts of gold clinging tightly to each other......

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.

In fact, there are many things in life that can be warm, and don't be afraid of being laughed at by others when you write about it.

If not, you're really indifferent, and writing about small things is still interesting.

It is recommended to copy the composition, but not to copy it without brains, but to learn to think. bar.

There are thousands of emotions in the world, but only maternal love is the most sacred; There are thousands of feelings in the world, but only maternal love is the warmest.

Inscription. Mother's love is like the sea, warmth is the boat, boating on the sea, you know the vastness of the sea;

Mother's love is like a song, warmth is a song, composing a song and singing, you know the beauty of the song;

Mother's love is like poetry, warmth is the word, and the lyrics become poems, so that you can know the artistic conception of poetry.

Mother's love, the messenger of warmth, is what makes us thrive in this warm and quiet harbor. On the road of life, my mother sowed the seeds of love in us, even if she stepped on thorns and blood stained yellow sand, even if she was constantly bumpy and bruised, she didn't care.

The flow of time can wash away and fade many things, but love will never be extinguished, when you feel lost and inferior in the sea of learning, isolated and helpless, mother's love, this warm messenger quietly came. It dwells in the depths of your heart like a rock, warming your heart; It is like a warm current in your blood, caressing your every nerve, moisturizing your every cell, and making you feel the warmth of love at all times; It is like a sweet spring that flows into your heart, washes away the dirt in your heart, and sweetens your heart. Mother's love, the messenger of warmth, is a sailing light for you to move forward, guiding you to raise the sail again when you are lost and lost, ride the wind and waves, and move forward.

When the rainy season falls in your heart, when you curl up in the dark corner and sob, mother's love, this warm messenger will quietly come again, she will hang a fiery sun in your hazy and dark world, sow warm sunshine, and dispel the haze and darkness in your heart; Ignite a torch of light in your heart, illuminate the path of life for you, and warm you at all times. This great, angelic messenger has given you hope and warmth again.

In the spring when everything is reviving and vibrant, mother's love is a continuous spring rain in spring, which "sneaks into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently", it moisturizes and warms us, and makes us thrive;

In the frozen and snow-covered winter, mother's love is a brilliant sun that has not been seen for a long time in winter, sprinkling thousands of rays of sunshine, melting the cold, dispelling the chill in your heart, and warming you at all times.

There are thousands of emotions in the world, but only maternal love is the most sacred; There are thousands of feelings in the world, but only maternal love is the warmest. Mother's love is a safe haven, it can soothe your wandering soul; Mother's love is a shelter for recuperation, it can soothe your weathered heart; At the same time, maternal love is the warmest true love in the world.

Let us thank the mother for her love and the greatness and warmth of this messenger!

Warm times.

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 times. Inscription.

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.