This day my heart warms the essay of 600 words

The whiteboard nailed to the wall has a small horizontal line drawn with a pencil. They are the worthlessness that I never glanced at in my childhood, but now they make me stop, and the lyricism of my soft heart suddenly loses its hardness.

When I was a child, my grandfather opened a big hotel, and then someone wanted to rent it, so he used a wall to divide the hotel into two, but one-third of it was our family's, and the other two-thirds were rented to others, which would make others think that our family was rented. As for why I was divided, I asked my grandfather more than once when I was a child, and although I was patient every time, I forgot about it now and didn't ask again. But the yard is together, and the backyard is our home, my eternal paradise.

At the end of the middle wall, there is a whiteboard stapled to the passage of the courtyard, which was originally the neighbor's kitchen shelf, but it has slowly become the way for my brother and me to grow up.

We use a pencil to mark our height every Chinese New Year, which was just a temporary pleasure, but slowly became a habit for several years. My brother and I added up to about 20 pieces, and then the walls were dirty and we didn't measure them again. But the phrase "I'm still taller than you" is still my usual saying to my brother.

When I came back from school every Friday, I would go to see the high wall, and I was always relieved to see my grandmother, who was shorter than me, standing next to me. That's the height, it's the childhood, it's the years, it's the grandparents getting old, it's me who said to my brother"I'm more old than you this year"The pride is grandma's"It's grown so fast, it's all caught up with me"of warmth. When I look at it, the cold wind and hot wind of the four seasons.

Blowing towards me, at that moment, my heart softened.

Not to the blackened high wall, the almond tree in the backyard.

At the top, there are clusters of ripe apricots illuminated by the setting sun, and there are countless slow figures hanging in the bedroom that have not reflected on it. But the apricot trees still flourished, and the people who passed through the mirror were gray-haired, dull and bright. The breeze softened, made my heart soft, made me nostalgic, childhood paused for a moment, paved the way life was not smooth, look up and look, family is still by your side, memories still keep retreating but never left, at that moment, my heart is soft.

At one point, on a whim, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, remembering everything: the wall, the apricot, the mirror, my childhood and my family. In those countless moments, countless warm and eternal sunshine shone on me, and my heart softened.

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be more or less exposed to composition, with the help of which people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a 600-word warm essay that I have helped you organize, welcome to read and collect.

Chinese characters are the crystallization of the wisdom of the Chinese people and an indispensable friend in our daily life. One word I like is "warm". Because the word "warm" made me realize how warm it is to be helped by others in my life.

I remember that time, my family was moving. When I got downstairs at my new house, my father handed me a bag of books and said, "These are your study books, you can carry them up!"

My nerves seemed to be pumped suddenly, and I hurriedly let go of my hand, threw down the book bag, and screamed in place, thinking: This bag of books is so heavy! I shook my arms and lifted the bag of books to the staircase.

I staggered the bag of books to the top of the stairs, and though it was only a short distance, I was already sweating profusely and out of breath. Just as I stepped up the stairs'On the first step, suddenly, I saw a young man coming down the stairs. As he walked past me, he glanced at me and said:

Kids, what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much? It's not hot today!

Isn't it uncomfortable? I gasped slightly, put the bag I was carrying on the steps, and frowned, "I'm moving something, but it's too heavy to move."

As soon as my words fell, he lifted my schoolbag without saying a word, smiled and said to me, "I'll help you, what floor do you live on?" "Sixth floor!

I replied. He carried the bookbag and walked up the stairs steadily, his body leaning slightly to the right, his hands holding the bag tightly, panting heavily, and his face was red, like a ripe red apple. I asked him if he was tired, and he smiled and said

I'm not tired at all. As soon as he said this, I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart, and I felt the warmth of being helped by others, which went straight into people's hearts. Finally came to my door, I quickly took the bookbag and said:

Thank you so much! It's all exhausting you. He smiled and said

Helping others makes people warm, good luck. ”

Oh, yes! The word "warm" has given me a lot of inspiration and a lot of happiness. I like the word "warm".