I want to write an essay on the topic of warmth, and the topic is an essay on warmth

What is warmth? A long, long time ago, I put this question mark in my mind, and it was on that snowy afternoon that my dad put an end to me.

It was Friday, and when I woke up in the morning, I felt cold, and when I opened the closet to look for clothes, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to bring too many sweaters. But fortunately, it's Friday, so bear with me and go home right away.

So, the morning was spent shivering.

At noon, a light rain began to fall in the sky. I had to frown, my face full of sorrow, I was in trouble to go home today. I thought that the bad luck had come to an end, but when it rained, it began to snow. It's getting colder. Alas, God is clearly against me.

The snow fluttered one after another, and it fluttered in the air as if it were off the ground, and in a short time it changed from a small snow of goose feathers to a fluttering snow.

I looked out the window and exclaimed, "What beautiful snow, but what abominable snow!" Just when I was at the end of my rope, a classmate asked me to go to the doorman.

I thanked him and walked over to the doorman, wondering why someone was looking for me before going home, and who it was.

I walked up to the doorman in the snow and saw my father standing at the doorman, the floor full of cigarette butts. Apparently, he had been waiting for a long time in this heavy snowfall.

When my father saw me, he immediately threw away his cigarette butt and walked up to me. "Come, put on your clothes, beware of a cold. As he spoke, he put on my roaring sweater.

At that time, I looked at the hands up close, and they were covered with chilblains, so rough, but for some reason, they were so powerful. Why is he so skillful in putting on my sweater?

When I put on the sweater, it warmed up a lot, and I felt unusually warm. My father patted me on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll go first."

At that time, for some reason, I didn't even say a word of thanks, or even say goodbye. I watched my father walk back, his back looking so small and old. But why did he come to deliver the sweater, and how did he know about me?

The answer is unknown, and my heart is very moved, and a wonderful emotion is rippling.

At that moment, I thought a lot in my heart, and I wanted to understand what that inexplicable emotion was, and then I understood that it was called "warmth". At that moment, my father gave me the answer with his actions. It was an afternoon that will never be forgotten.

What is warmth, the answer is engraved in the heart, it is self-evident.

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.

The sky was gray, and the sun was hiding behind the dense layers of dark clouds, refusing to show his face from time to time. My mood now is just like the weather, gray and ......

Oops, another bad thing. "This time, I accidentally knocked over the teacher's chalk box! A large box of new chalk "dead dead, wounded wounded" is mostly cut off at the waist.

Fortunately, the teacher didn't find out, otherwise she would have to tell her parents again. I whispered in my heart, "I'm going to hang up again today, am I going to turn myself in?" Or ......”

I shuddered at the thought of this, needless to say, I knew that the consequences would be unimaginable......

In PE class, I was doing sports listlessly, like a robot that had run out of programs. My classmates quickly discovered my unusual behavior, and although they didn't know it yet, smart people must have known that I was doing something bad again! I didn't look at my classmates, I just cared about fighting against the "demons" and "turn yourself in!"

If you don't want people to know, unless you don't do it, this matter will always be discovered! "No, if you turn yourself in, don't you go to the moth to put out the fire and bring about your own destruction? ......

Jingle Bell – Class is over. One of my closest friends, Ge Chenji, came up to me and asked, "What's wrong with you today, are you doing bad things again?"

I nodded listlessly with an "um". He immediately retorted, "What's the matter?"

I broke all the chalk. He immediately comforted: "It's nothing, go and talk to the teacher, admit your mistake and make a statement, isn't it over?"

How can it be that simple! This is the n+1st mistake I've made. How could the teacher forgive me so easily!

People are not perfect, who can not make mistakes? As long as you are brave enough to admit it, the teacher will definitely forgive you. Then the long-lost sun revealed his sparkling face, and sprinkled the sunshine all over the ground!

My heart also suddenly realized, and the sun shone into my heart at the same time.

With relief and trepidation, I walked towards the teacher's office ......

The sun was warm in that place, and it melted the ice in my heart; The sun was fiery in that place, and he gave me the motivation to cross the mountain; The sunshine gave me new strength, gave me new hope, and made me more optimistic, cheerful, and confident......

Everyone wants to have a good home for their own heart, and I am the same, I really want to find a warm home for my heart. A thousand words are told, can a sentence tell the true meaning? The seven colors of life flickered around me, and I didn't want to join in because there was no color I was looking for, and on the stage where the lights flickered, people were playing their wonderful stories.

And I was a bystander, and I didn't want to join it, because there was no sustenance for the soul I was looking for, and my heart was wandering in loneliness.

Late at night, and there was silence all around, I walked through the streets, longing to hear a little comfort in my soul under the starry sky. The evening wind was blowing, the leaves rustled, the dry fallen leaves made a slight breaking sound, a ray of moonlight shone from the treetops, adding a touch of white to the vast night, looking up at the sky, the little starlight was so dim. I thought alone, I longed for the friendship between my classmates to be full of loyalty and simplicity, and I longed for life to be full of sweet smiles.

I pray for the sun shining on the other side. However, my heart is full of depression and self-pity, and I really want to be able to face everything with a smile freely, but can I do it?

Last night, there was rain and sorrow, afraid to open the window, lazy morning makeup, want to cry without tears, the future is boundless, dare not look up to count Chenyang, suddenly one year old, the grass and trees are yellow. ”

Where is the home of the soul, I was shocked, and suddenly realized my happiness! And isn't my spiritual home also in this happiness? When I got in the car, I gave a seat to an old woman, and the kind smile and grateful words of the old lady gave me a kind of comfort to the heart; When a worker was pushing a lot of things up a steep slope, I helped him push and help him remove some heavier items, and his amiable and respectable smile gave me spiritual satisfaction; When I poured a basin of water for my mother, who had been tired all day, my mother's kind eyes and a sincere word of praise gave me spiritual strength; When I help my classmates solve a difficult problem, the flower of friendship blooms beside me.