Take Warmth as the theme of the essay, and take the warmth as the theme of the excellent essay Sam

Wen Nuan, Linze County Yannuan Middle School, seventh grade class 3, Tian Wenjing.

Warmth is like a spring breeze, blowing the world of all things; Warmth is a ray of sunlight that gives a bright glow; Warmth is a piece of charcoal that gives sustenance in the ice and snow.

My father was a farmer in the middle of the earth. When working, he always likes to wear a green military uniform and a pair of rag shoes. The yellow hair has lost its black shine.

I'm a middle school student now. Since this middle school, somehow, I've had a lot, but because I've grown up, I've changed. The girl who used to talk to her father is gone, and she has become a big girl who talks silently when she goes home.

I always don't like my father coming to school, I'm afraid that people will talk about it behind my back.

My father seemed to notice it, so he didn't come to see me often......I think something happened to me later.

In a midterm exam, I went out of sorts and only scored a measly 78 in math. 78, 78 points, a score I've never taken, this hateful 78 points. When I got home, I threw down my bag, dragged my tired body all the way to my room, locked the door, and sat down in my chair in a daze, not saying a word, just the infinite remorse in my heart, they were finally released, tears fluttering and jumping on my face, and I sobbed quietly.

After some time, I heard a knock on the door, so I got up, wiped away my tears, and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, it was my father, and I sat again. My father closed the door and sat down gently across from me.

What's the matter, if you don't do well in the test? Well, it's not like my daughter, my daughter is supposed to never give up, never give up, have you backed down? You, it's all right, but you have suffered a little mental blow, you look strong on the outside, but you are not strong on the inside.

Well, think about it! "Father is out.

I think about it, yes, am I really that vulnerable? I want to be strong and be a girl who doesn't shed tears! I regained my confidence.

But I'm also ashamed, I look down on my father very humbly, I really shouldn't be. I should be sensible, I should put away my vanity, face my father or everyone with a sincere heart, treat it with sincerity, tear off the veil of hypocrisy, and I will not be unhappy because of the problem of trust. Think about it again, my father is an ordinary person, but if he touches people with love and warmth, then my father is an ordinary person.

Yes, I also made my father older by the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon. The wrinkles crept up again, and the waist was ...... bentWhen I think about this, I can't help but feel ashamed and guilty.

I wrote a note to my father: "Thank you," so I put it on the table, and then hurried again, hiding behind the door. Father went in, took the note, and the wrinkles on his face ...... bloomThat time, I felt warm.

Warmth is inspiring, touching and hopeful. Warm and touched, touched, warm.

Warm water bottles. The weather is getting colder, and although the quilt is thick at night, as soon as I get into the quilt, I feel a burst of cool air rushing to my body, and it seems that I have to use a warm water bag.

I have two hot water bags at home, one large and one small, but there are three people in the whole family, how can this be divided? Dad didn't hesitate to give me the little hot water bag and the big one to my mom. Seeing this, my heart is warm, what a good father! What a great father's love!

At night, I got under the covers and hugged the hot water bag, thinking, "Why doesn't Daddy want a warm water bag?" Isn't he cold?

Definitely not! It's because he loves me so much, and when he eats good things, my father lets me eat first and let me eat more. When I was sick, the meticulous care and attention to me enabled me to recover as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, my heart is hotter again, hotter than a hot water bag! So how do I do it? When my father criticized me, I talked back to him, didn't accept it with an open mind, didn't listen to adults, and so on.

I really shouldn't have done that.

From this incident, I learned a truth: adults love me, and I want to love adults. From now on, I will humbly accept the criticisms of adults and make serious efforts to correct them. Eat well with adults in mind; When an adult is sick, I have to help my father bring water to drink.

I'm also going to save up my change and buy a hot water bag for my dad.

By the time I'm done, the flowers will be gone. Embarrassment.

You wait.

I'm going to write one about that too.

1. When the word "warm" is mentioned, I believe that the first thing that comes to mind is the word "warm", and everyone has their own warm story: for example, when they go home, the table is full of hot meals; When I went to bed, my mother brought me a cup of hot milk; When he was sick, his father's warm and broad shoulders ......Of course, I am no exception, and I also have my own heartwarming stories.

2. I have a sister who urges me to study every day, very strictly, sometimes I don't write well in my Chinese homework, and I am directly torn off by my sister's "click". In my heart, I silently "hated" my sister, and wondered if the two of us had a grudge?

3. Once I had just finished writing an essay and couldn't wait to turn on the TV and tune in to the TV I liked to watch, only to hear the sound of "Silla" - my homework was torn up by my hateful sister again. "What are you doing? I shouted angrily, but my sister said calmly

Your paper is too poorly written, rewrite it." I swore to myself that I would never bother with my sister again, so I slammed the door shut and went to make up for my homework. Even so, my sister would patiently check my homework and explain to me topics I didn't know.

One time I got up late at night to go to the toilet, and saw that the light in my sister's room was still on, so I secretly ran to see what my sister was doing, only to see that my sister was still writing**, I asked my sister why she didn't sleep, and my sister said that because I tutored me during the day, some of her homework had not been completed, and she could only wait for me to sleep before doing her own things. At this time, a warm current surged into my heart, and I realized that all my sister's harshness was good to me, even at the expense of her own time to accompany me, but I always worked against my sister.

4. Every time my sister breaks from my homework, she always peels fruit and pours water for me; Sometimes when I encounter a question that I don't know, I always patiently answer it; Every time my sister accompanied me to read a book, I would ask her when I encountered words and sentences that I didn't understand, and she would patiently explain them to me; My sister will also cook food for me, in addition to home-cooked meals, she will also make curry rice, Korean bibimbap, egg tarts and other strange meals to satisfy my ...... as a "snack goods".Whenever I think back to these things my sister did for me, my heart always feels warm, like the sun in winter warms my heart, although sometimes I still quarrel with my sister, but I am really glad that I can have such a sister.