It s very warm to think of you in 600 words

When I encounter difficulties, just thinking of you can turn difficulties into stepping stones to success; When I encounter setbacks, as long as I think of you, Zen Lu can turn setbacks into a successful test; As I stood on the podium, I thought of you again and thanked you for being there along the way.

Alright, alright, if you nagging a little longer, I'll be late. Don't forget to bring an umbrella. I grabbed my umbrella and ran downstairs, looked at my watch, and said!

It's going to be late again, and I can't help but complain again. "What rain on a sunny day! One day, I know that nagging, nagging, annoying.

But at noon, the sky suddenly darkened, and for a time thunder and lightning flashed, and after the thunder, the raindrops poured down like pearls with broken threads. I suddenly remembered my mother's nagging, picked up the umbrella, ran out, and the rain hit the umbrella, making a pleasant sound like my mother's nagging, and my heart suddenly warmed. I really want to say to my mother

It's warm when I think of your 'nagging'! ”

The mother is "stingy", the rest'The meal had to be eaten the next day, but as everyone knows, it was the mother's "stinginess" that made this lack of attack on the family. I seemed to say to my mother, "It's warm when I think of your 'stinginess'!" ”

My mother was very "cold", she never helped me when I fell, but quietly watched me stand up on my own, for which I hated her to the core. found that it was her "indifference" that made me more self-reliant. I seemed to say to my mother

When I think of your 'indifference', it's warm! ”

Mother is a quilt in the winter night, when you shiver, intimate care and warmth make you sleep peacefully; Mother is a cup of dragon well when you are tired, when you are tired and weak, the elegant freshness and mellowness make you refreshed; Mother is a bright moon in the night, when you are wandering and helpless, the soft light and encouragement accompany you out of the confusion.

I seemed to say to my mother, "When I think of you, it's warm!" ”

Winter is warm.

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 that a few leaflets and other pieces of paper were pasted on a smooth wall opposite, and a grain worker who looked to be in his forties and fifties had brushed the paper with a brush that had been soaked in water, and then carefully tore it by hand.

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: Liu Chang, 14 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.

It's warm when I think of you.

It's warm to think of you--- my grandmother.

Your wrinkled hands have knitted so many warm sweaters.

Your simple, warm smile infects me all the time.

Your cloudy eyes have witnessed my growth.

In the icy environment of winter, the wind blows on the body and makes people shiver, it feels cold, but the heart is very warm. Because I thought of the sweater that my grandmother knitted herself. I remember that winter, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms, and my little face was red from the cold.

Grandma was knitting a sweater. "Grandma, what are you doing? "Knit a sweater, knit it to my dearest granddaughter, so she won't be cold!"

At that time, I was ignorant, I didn't see the hard work of knitting sweaters, and my grandmother sewed stitches and threads with her hands that were no longer flexible in that hut with leaky walls, and knitted them with bamboo needles. Now, the sweater is small, but I can still feel warm when I touch it, because it is infused with all the love of my grandmother, and it warms my heart.

It's warm to think of my grandmother's smile. Whenever I went back to see her, she would always laugh, giggle, and show a mouthful of dentures. That smile is as bright as a sunflower smiling at the sun.

Grandma never pulled her to make a family meal, she just smiled vigorously, and a sense of happiness quietly spread in her heart. Grandma's smile is not the most beautiful in the world, but it is definitely the most simple laugh. When I think of my grandmother's smile, even on a lonely night, I feel at ease and feel warm.

Because somewhere there is a heart that has always worried about me, that bright smile has always shone on me.

Do you wish I could excel in my studies or would I come to see her earlier next time? I don't know, but I can feel the warmth in the eyes of the viewer. I remembered that these now-cloudy eyes had watched me run and jump from walking to the end, and I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

The eyes as warm as the sun accompanied me all the way, resisting the cold wind that slowed down or slowed down.

Love you, my grandmother, and hope you will always be healthy.