Seek help. Middle School Composition. That warm expression, about 600 words.

In the time of growth, your docile mood has always encouraged me to keep moving forward.

In the autumn of that year, the yellow flowers on the campus were elegant, the white flowers were noble, and the purple and red flowers were warm and deep, splashing and sprinkling, and the golden wind was pumping Fengzhong and blooming magnificently. I stepped into a new campus. Your eyes are surprisingly small, and you became my Mr. Sports.

You love tea, and you like to carry a teacup like your bronze face when you go there. Long-distance running is my weakness. The track without gaps seemed to be an unfathomable abyss, and I felt as if I was in free fall.

In the office, I sat slumped with a depressed face. You open the teacup, and you make the tea while it is bitter.

She said to me heartily: "This is the same principle as tea, after the usual tea leaves are made, dried, and fried, they fade away from their original green and become thin. But as soon as you soak the boiling water, you will have a pleasant tea fragrance.

At this time, it has a magnificent and mellow inside. You raised your head to look at me, your eyes were deep and strong, and you smiled and said in the faint fragrance of tea and the surging heat, "You can too!"

In the atmosphere of the fragrance of tea, looking at your docile mood, I thought about it.

Later, on the red and green runway, the docile mood helped drive away the unfathomable abyss; On the huge playground, the meek mood encourages a small figure.

The second year was scorching, the sun was like fire, the heat was unbearable, and the cicadas chirped to convey the development of summer. You transferred out of school. On the runway, let the sweat flow into a stream, flowing through the ravine, I am still persistent. Your meek mood has become a brand in your mind.

Another year of behavior, I dared to sign up for the 1500-meter run. As I was running, I felt everything around me flickering like a fast shot. The scenery in the distance swayed with the heat wave, like an illusion in the desert.

I just think that the young leopard in my heart is constantly surpassing and whistling. The sour numbness slowly gnawed at my feet, my skin was burning like a fire, and my sweaty body under the hot sun moved unyieldingly towards the finish line that was cut apart by the shadows of the trees, and your docile mood condensed into the last strength! The stars are moving, and the docile mood urges me.

Faced with studies, when there is no light outside the window, when there is no insect chirping in the middle of the night nearby, all that accompanies me is the ticking of clocks, and some are just piles of difficulties waiting to fight. In the dark, your gaze is strong and difficult, and you can smile and be meek. Imprinted with this docile mood, I will let the night remember my eyes full of fighting spirit, and I will let Yulun remember the cups of coffee that reflect them.

In the time of growth, your docile mood is the driving force for me to keep moving forward.

The winter snow was falling one after another, and I opened my palm, stretched out the sleeve of my cotton coat, and pressed the white snowflakes, but the snowflakes melted as soon as they were touched. I couldn't help but sigh: "It's winter again!" ”

On this chilly morning, I walked with my father in the heart of the city. Because the snow did not stop all night, and the road was cold and slippery in the morning, my father was relieved and insisted on sending me to school, so I had to agree. Before dawn, the street lights were still on, my father and I were walking quickly across the road, and suddenly a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but rub my hands and breathe a sigh of relief.

My father walked in front and turned to me and asked, "Is it cold?" "I told my father with some reluctance

Not cold. "But my father took off his cotton hat and put it on my head.

Nearly halfway through the road, the snow was still falling, fluttering like goose feathers, dancing in the air with the cold wind. The cold wind was even more bitter, and my father's ears were red from the cold, and he turned back to me and asked, "Is it cold?"

I suddenly saw my father's flushed face and his frosty eyelashes. Even though I was not cold again, he still took off his gloves, put them on my cold hands, and said with a smile: "I can't hold the pen when my hands are frozen, so put it on, this cold is nothing."

Nothing? I was a little suspicious and worried, but my father still said, "This cold is nothing!"

I'm strong enough to withstand the cold! "No, I had to dispel my worries.

The cotton hat and gloves were really warm, and I didn't seem to feel the cold anymore. But my father's ears in front of me became more and more red and swollen, and my heart suddenly shook, and I hurriedly asked my father: "Dad, put on a cotton hat!"

But my father just smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay, it's nothing!" "I saw that my father was unwilling to bury his head forward, but a warm current surged in my heart, hitting the softest part of my heart, and the corners of my eyes were a little moist.

Seeing my father's firmness, I held back my tears, but I was worried about whether my father would be able to withstand the cold.

When the first rays of dawn came from the east, the snow stopped imperceptibly. When we finally got to the school gate, I took off my cotton hat and tried to put it on my father's head, but my father stopped me and said with a smile, "It's nothing!"

After saying goodbye to me, my father set out on his way home again.

As I stood at the school gate, watching my father's determined back disappear into the hazy corner, my heart swelled up again, and a tear crossed my cheek and instantly condensed. Richard's father's words are really warm, so that this cold winter is not cold, these words like a spring breeze, warm my heart, yes, this cold is nothing!