Essay on the topic of cold, essay on the topic of cold and warm

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Like a fish drinking water, it knows its own warmth and coldness.

I am like a fish growing up in the ocean, and I also experience the joy of growing up and the pain of growing up, which is unique.

I laughed and said it wasn't hot. So my father laughed and teased me, "How can you be lukewarm?"

So I fell silent, thinking to myself, am I really lukewarm?

Lukewarm, often used to describe a person with a tepid attitude, or indifference to others, unreasonable to the kindness of others, and derogatory. And in terms of the meaning of the word, it is more like the temperature is moderate. I think maybe it's because I'm in a very good environment, so I have developed a tepid and indifferent attitude, but am I a lukewarm person?

I don't think so.

Lukewarm thanks to my mother's advice to add more clothes, when I heard this, I was moved, deeply felt the delicacy of mother's love, and for others I cared about others, casually closed the door gently, for themselves when choosing things for others also for others, these habitual small actions, in fact, as early as in the process of growing up gradually formed. Not only that, I enjoy the encouragement and applause on the road of growth, and I will also think carefully about those persuasions and suggestions, and strive to improve if there is one, and encourage one if there is none. In this way, it cannot be regarded as indifferent.

But I am indeed lukewarm, but not unaware of hot and cold, but unaware of hot and cold. Because I enjoy the bits and pieces of growth, I don't feel any discomfort, just right, very close, very comfortable.

So I would raise my head again and say to my father slowly, "No, I think I know hot and cold." Then my father nodded and smiled. At that time, I only felt that there was a fragrant breath, brewing between the two of them, turning into a cloud.

In fact, sometimes I feel pain, but when I think about it, without pain, my growth seems unreal, and I lose the beauty that flows on the road of growth. Just like the fish in the deep sea, although they can't see the sun, they are also accompanied by colorful corals.

Growing up is like a fish drinking water, knowing its own warmth and coldness. Those evils hidden in the deep sea may inadvertently knock you down, but they will also swing their tails and swim forward again because of the unwavering ideals in their hearts.

Winter is here, and the weather is getting cooler.

In the morning, I lifted the quilt and immediately shivered, I quickly got dressed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But my hands just don't listen to me, I can't use any strength, I can't even hold a toothbrush. I sighed into my hand and struggled to squeeze out the toothpaste and brush my teeth.

After brushing my teeth, I poured a lot of hot water into the basin and couldn't wait for my hand to reach in. Oh! It's so warm.

But by the time I finished wiping my face, the water was already cold.

After breakfast, I picked up my bag and went to school. As soon as I pushed the door open, a biting cold wind blew in my face, and I couldn't help but shiver all over. I braved the wind and walked towards the school.

The pine trees on the side of the road are covered with long, thin strips of ice. The ground was already covered with a thin layer of ice, and if you walked up to it, you would have to slip and fall, and if you look at a small river not far from my house, it would have already formed a thin layer of ice. As I walked along the road, my face was blown by the wind and hurt like a knife, and my ears were frozen and unconscious.

When I came to the school, I saw that the students were all dressed like cotton bales, some of them wore hats on their heads, gloves on their hands, and scarves around their necks. When I got to the classroom, I stomped my cold numb feet, sat down in my seat, and looked around again, and everyone was huddled in the cold. After the first math lesson, the teacher left some homework.

It hurt me because my hands were as cold as popsicles, and I couldn't even hold a pen to do my homework. But what if you don't finish your homework? I couldn't help it, I wrote with a pen between my five fingers.

The words that can be written are faint, and they are twisted and twisted, and they are ugly to death. But what can be done?

I finally got through the morning.

At noon, I went home for dinner. I was about to wash my hands, when suddenly, I found a shiny ice bar in the pool, which was quite beautiful, and I wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare, for fear of freezing my hands. Suddenly, the door opened, and I thought it was someone, so I ran over to take a look, only to realize that it was the wind doing ...... again

Alas, today's weather is really unbearable!

You can change that)

It's the Chinese New Year again, and there are fewer people on the street, and this homesickness is more than in the Internet years.