Help write an essay on the topic of warmth 500 600 words

The warmth of home Everything has a home. The home of a bird is a nest, the home of a tree is the land, the home of a cloud is a river, and the home of a kite is a blue sky. They all find happiness and warmth in their respective families.

Me too, I have the same home as them. It's just a brick one, though. But what it contains is not air and dust, but the joy and joy of the world and the warmth of the world.

This warmth can bring me out of my grief; Gives me motivation when I am lost; It can take the young me to the grown, sensible me.

A man who works outside the home. After a day of work, I was dizzy, and at this time I was not interested in anything, and I couldn't lift my spirits when I saw anything. It's as if work drains all his energy in one day. At this point, he thought of a place. That's his home.

He knew that as long as he got home. Only then will he get rid of what he is now, and he will be able to get out of his weariness. Because he has an amiable father and mother at home, a wife who cares for and loves him, and a sweetheart who looks forward to his return home every day.

Everything in the house can make him feel warm and happy. Only home can give him warmth and happiness!

Beethoven was a lone giant. Although he had many confidants and friends, he did not have a warm home. His nephews did not treat him as an elder, as if he were not his own relative. This hit Beethoven's psyche hard.

He was a celebrity, but he was looked down upon because of his disability. Often snubbed by others. Because he doesn't have a complete home to support. There is no warmth and happiness at all.

The warmth of home is the driving force for people's confidence. It is a testimony of happiness.

Warm. I remember that the great poet Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty once wrote such a sentence: warm, ripe, delicious and fragrant.

This may be Mr. Han Yu's right"Warm. "understand it. Maybe for a student, the living space is small, but I want to use the life experienced by a student like me to swing this happy and warm sculls. Home, which occupies half of my life, is a haven of tranquility, always mooring my little boat of curiosity and hard work.

Every time I sail into the harbor tired, I get a lot of power - my motor is back into the heat"Fighting".I love the smell of home, so I can't resist coming home to see it. What a wonderful scene it is to cook with your mother!

The air was filled with the thick aroma of vegetables, the white air whirring from the edge of the pot lid, the watery vegetables lying on the cutting board, and the skillful mother"Operation"'s expression ......I can't help but sigh:"So happy! "The night at home is quiet, and I often think that my home is really so small!

Just in this vast land, under this twinkling starry sky, in this all-encompassing world, because of this small home, I have all I want, every time I think of this, my heart is also full of happy ......I think that the most beautiful and warmest flowers in the world must be blooming in my home. I named it"Fragrant flowers"."Curiosity"It was another journey in my life, so the campus became another home in my life, and my teachers and classmates became my parents and brothers in another home in my life.

This home is like the sea, and I am one of the countless waves in this sea. We are always struggling, and we are united and struggling, and we have thrived in these countless experiences. Here, the teacher is always tirelessly running around the podium.

I like to see their backs projected on the ground, I think they are tall; I like to look into the eyes of my teachers, I think they invigorate me; I like to see the teacher's smile, I feel warm and happy ......I've only been going back and forth between these two homes, but I've experienced that deep, hearty human touch. I believe that as I grow up, warmth will gradually weave and sink in my heart, becoming the deepest and most eternal memory.

For the past few days, I have been immersed in those warm words, they are as kind and lovely as the little grass and flowers that are close to me, and they make me endlessly memorable and moved.

Don't play there, children, danger! "I was cooking in the kitchen when I heard anxious shouts coming from upstairs, and I looked through the window. My son was playing happily with a few children in the open space below the front building. "Buzz" and the children dispersed immediately.

The shout was just in time, for yesterday a large piece of wall skin had fallen from the balcony on the roof of that building, and fortunately there was no one below, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. I looked around at the shouting man, but there was no sound, and I was silently grateful to ......This reminds me of a heartwarming scene on the bus the other day.

It was hot, and the window was wide open on the bus, and the wind suddenly lifted the girl's long skirt, and the aunt who was standing on the side quickly turned sideways behind the girl, and at the same time pressed down the fluttering skirt with her hand, and just whispered to her: "The wind is so strong!" The girl immediately realized what was going on, and put her hand on her skirt.

An embarrassment is resolved in warm words.

I once saw this special attention on a forum: "Fangfang, hold on!" "It tells the story of Fangfang, a rural college student in the prime of life, suffering from leukemia, poverty and disasters that have brought the originally weak family to the ground.

But the social family is not indifferent to this, but stretches out warm hands to help them, believing that this warm word will definitely bring the greenery of Fangfang's life.

When ** hit Wenchuan, the mudslide wanted to swallow Zhouqu, and in the face of the disaster, we did not flinch. The simple national sentiment of "one side is in trouble, all sides support" has made the hearts of strong Chinese closer. The candlelight of prayer, the white paper crane, the common heart: "Zhouqu, come on!" ”

You go first. Pick up the little brother who cried, smile and say, "Child, be careful when walking."

Thank you, for your hard work. ”…When we lit the birthday candles for our parents, we sent warm wishes to our children: "I wish Mom and Dad a long and healthy life!"

When we warm our relatives and friends with tolerant and grateful hearts, what a harmonious home.

When the warm theme of the 2010 Shanghai World Expo "Better City, Better Life" is delivered to every corner of the world, and when the 16th Guangzhou Asian Games, which attracts worldwide attention, let all Asians "reunite" in "Smile" and tell each other about warmth, those glory and happiness will forever linger in our hearts.

Warmth is everywhere. Warm words are like a spring breeze blowing in the heart, giving people roses, and there is a lingering fragrance in the hands. Sometimes, even a simple greeting can be like rain in time, watering the soul in need of comfort.

Gather every warm love word into a big love mark, that is the most beautiful shining place in our human nature, and the warm song that flows in our hearts sounds, "Ordinary people move me the most......Let sincere words and happy tears flow ...... in my heartI hope that there will be traces of love everywhere in the world. ”

I'm a novice, do good deeds, choose me, please

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 very cold, and when I opened the cabinet to look for clothes, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to bring more sweaters next to me. 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?

I can't know the answer, but I am very moved in my heart, 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.

You can write about your own family, about your family, about your family, and you can choose the theme of love.