Write a 400-word essay on the topic of warmth

1. Write an essay on the topic of warmth, 400 words

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing people who have lost their way to move towards the light; warmth is snow A fire in the ground makes people who are cold feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes people with dry mouths feel sweet.

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky, covering the earth with a thick quilt. I walked on the street and felt extremely cold. From time to time I covered my mouth with my hands to feel warmer.

Inadvertently, I found a few leaflets and other papers posted on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner who looked to be in his forties or fifties was using a brush soaked in water to clean the paper. I brushed the paper and then carefully tore it off with my hands. Although she was on the opposite side, she could still clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red color looked like fire.

After she carefully cleared away several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another one. However, I saw that when her right hand was raised, it stopped in the air, seemingly frozen.

She was seen moving closer to the wall, then she shook her head slightly and left. What's going on? Why doesn't she know her? Is she being lazy? A series of questions floated in my mind.

I just wanted to see what was going on, but then I saw a thin female cleaner approaching the piece of paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but I didn't expect her behavior to be exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze it in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned around to leave.

After seeing it this time, I became even more confused, so I made up my mind to go and have a look. Cross the road and come to the wall.

What came into view was a ‘missing person notice’. It read: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male... My doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment.

At this time, a warm current surged into my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers. I no longer felt cold, but felt extraordinarily warm. Winter is cold.

But he can also make people feel warm, just like the two cleaners. The deep warmth in this world comes from the fire-like hot heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the fragrance in my heart.

I think its warmth is enough to linger around me throughout my life. -------------------------------------------------- --------------------Flowers bloom and fall, so many warm stories are staged in them; as the water flows slowly, so many warm stories are far away.

In this vibrant day, how many people are you quietly warming up to? In my eyes, I cannot compensate for everything my parents have given me in my life. In particular, their care, love and attention cannot be exchanged for money.

Having grown up in a warm environment, I deeply understand this. There is an unforgettable time on the threshold of my memory: one day during the summer vacation, when my mother and I were cleaning up the room, due to my negligence, I did not grab the handle of the chair, causing me to fall off the high cabinet and hit my chin. Marble on the corner of the table.

Blood suddenly overflowed and dyed the collar of my clothes red. My mother, who ran from the next room after hearing the sound, turned pale when she saw me like this.

But she immediately realized something, took out a lot of cotton from the medicine cabinet, blocked my wound, and immediately sent me to the hospital. At this time, my father was in a meeting in Ningbo. When he learned the news, he drove quickly to the hospital.

Since my father is not around, the burden on my mother is extremely heavy. I know that she is actually more nervous and heartbroken than me. At that time, I thought that applying some medicine and bandaging would be all right.

But who knows, the doctor said that the wound must be sewn up with needles. Because the opening is too big, it will bleed a lot, which will cause bad effects.

It’s scary to think about using a needle to sew, let alone experience it in person.

Looking at the needle that the nurse brought to sew the wound, my heart beat rapidly, and the air seemed to solidify at this moment.

When the doctor raised the needle and began to sew on my injured chin, my mother’s warm hands held me tightly. At this time, a sense of stability and calmness came to my heart, and my heart gradually felt relieved.

I know that here my mother's warm hands are holding me tightly, and there are my father's words of comfort holding me tightly there. I am very warm and happy. I didn’t cry that time because I felt the warmth from my parents at this dangerous moment that was far from life-or-death.

When my father rushed to the hospital, my wound had already been stitched up and gauze was tied. When I saw my father, I jumped into his arms.

Perhaps I was just aware of the fearful atmosphere in the infirmary just now, or perhaps I felt wronged as I had never experienced anything like this before. In my father’s arms, I shed tears that I had been holding back for a long time. My father looked at me with a smile, and brushed my cheek with his rough but tender hand: "Silly boy, don't cry.

Everything is over, isn't it?" Yes, everything is over. The past has passed, everything will pass, but for everything my parents have given me, I hope it will not pass and be preserved forever. After that, my father applied medicine and changed gauze for me every day.

In the summer, when the weather was hot, my father was afraid that my wound would become inflamed, so he would clean it every day without delay. Thanks to my father's careful care, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said the wound had healed and was growing well.

Warmth does not need to be described with beautiful words or carved with exquisite brushes, but it is still bright and dazzling. A shout out from a classmate, a sincere greeting from a teacher, and a warm helping hand from a friend all make you feel warm.

And do you still remember the sincere warmth given by too many parents? Cherish everything that is warm in it. The warmth of your parents will accompany you to overcome difficulties and overcome obstacles. In the face of danger and competition, they must be your spiritual pillar! --------------------------------------------------------. 2. An essay on the topic of "warmth", more than 400 words but less than 500 words,

Warmth and warmth are the first straw floating on the river in early spring; they are the flying giants in the sky at dusk; they are the moonlight like water. The courtyard; the face of a girl with wind-filled sleeves among the yellow flowers on the slope; the warmth and tenderness that makes your heart beat.

Sophora japonica flowers fall in people’s courtyards like snow in the desert; in the ancient well cut from clear stone, the clear echo of the small iron bucket against the wall of the well; the red oil paper curled up in the rain Umbrellas; old farmers holding a big pipe of cigarettes in a small hotel and paying attention to taste. Aren’t these familiar and friendly people to us also warm? Warmth is a scenery. If you stroll in it in a leisurely and relaxed mood, it will also become a scenery. Warmth is the feeling of smiling and nodding to each other when climbing up on the Double Ninth Festival, when you and another climber coincidentally chant "I see how charming the green mountains are, and the green mountains see me like this." of hot tea, facing the relief in Guanqie's eyes.

Dongye and Xueyou walked from the south of the city to the east of the city to eat "spicy soup" and returned. They were suddenly attacked by a water truck. They had nowhere to hide. They turned their backs and prepared to take a cold bath. The water truck had passed by, but He was still dry when he realized that there was a boy standing in front of him, soaking wet... In the days that followed, no one mentioned this matter and no longer accepted his care. The gratitude that exists in my heart is so profound.

Asking questions is a tacit understanding. When nothing can be said or nothing needs to be said, a silent gaze is enough to express the wordless warmth. Warmth is like a small inn with dim lights and the intermittent sound of guitar; when the door is opened, a few old friends suddenly shout "Watch the sword" to sashimi. The sword stabbed, but it was a long sugar cane, so Jue came out A lot of scum and laughter.

I left a foreign country and returned to my hometown a few years ago, and received a tearful letter the next day.

It vaguely wrote: "In the afternoon after you left, it suddenly started snowing heavily. The plum forest under the big man's tree turned red. The shop has new and delicious pies. Come back..." I wanted to return to the town at that time. , not to see plum blossoms in the snow.

Not for the pie that I am used to eating, but for the deep and warm human touch. Warmth is a kind of human feeling, which always quietly fills the heart with excitement and happiness. Did you know? Wen Xin was walking in the side streets of the border city, singing loudly, causing passers-by to whisper: "Are you engaged in art?" He was waving and running towards the last bus that had slowly started. The driver stopped the car and opened the door and turned back to show kindness. Smiley face.

How many warm threads should there be in a lifetime? Those sentiments that moisten my eyes even though they are fleeting, and those stories that can never be forgotten will gradually accumulate in my heart and gradually sink into the most dignified, beautiful and timeless warmth. , let the years erode and the mood changes, we will never ignore it and cherish it forever. 3. Write a composition of more than 400 words on the topic of warmth

"If Time Could Go Back" I can't forget that autumn dusk.

The autumn wind blows, with a slight chill, and the yellow leaves are helplessly fluttering in the wind. Looking at all this, I could only cry silently. All of this was caused by my own hands.

We used to be very close. We grew up together and went to school together until that day - the eve of the high school entrance examination. Remember when you asked me? We walked side by side on the road and imagined the future.

Maybe we have been together for a long time, and our interests have been assimilated. You and I coincidentally agree, and we vow to enter the "vocational high school" together. At that time, we were still looking forward to the future, the same future for you and me.

However, unable to withstand the earnest persuasion of my parents and the repeated warnings of my teachers, I subconsciously began to despise people in "vocational schools". The time finally came to fill out the application form, but I still didn’t tell you that I had changed my mind. I filled it out silently and went home alone.

When you asked me again, I said to you without thinking: "Everything will go according to plan." You, a kind-hearted person, were deceived by me, but you still knew nothing and still fantasized about you. The beauty of my future... The days passed by, and when you came to me excitedly holding your notice, what you saw was my admission notice from the city high school. Your face was gloomy and you didn't say anything. Gone.

In this way, you and I go our separate ways. That autumn I finally plucked up the courage to look for you, but I had no choice but to return in despair.

I was speechless, standing helpless in the wind with the falling leaves. This originally sad season makes me even more sad.

Helpless, helpless——Today, you and I walked into the sacred college entrance examination room, and I don’t know how to repent. I have no reason not to write about this mistake that I will never forget.

As a result, I not only lost a good friend, but more importantly, I actually forgot my principle of life-integrity! When I recall the past again and again, I can't erase your presence; when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can't help but blame myself for my ignorance; when I see you from a distance, I don't have the courage to step forward. Say hello to you. Maybe you can't understand me, and even I can't understand myself.

I have accumulated too much repentance in my heart. If I express it like this, you may not know it at all, but I sincerely hope you can forgive me. While you condemned me, you also made me understand the importance of integrity.

If I could turn back time, I would like to go back to the past and start everything over again. 4. Write a 400-word essay on the theme of warmth

Warm Moments In life, there are many moments worth experiencing in detail. Among these moments, the most unforgettable thing is warmth. moment, it embodies the warmth of the world.

And tell us some truths in life, so they can be unforgettable for a lifetime. On a Sunday, it rained all morning, but in the afternoon it finally cleared up.

I put on the newly bought clothes and went for a walk on the street.

The roads were in disrepair and were filled with potholes and water.

I hummed and strolled. The small trees on the street were washed clean by the rain, making people feel brand new. The clear blue sky after the rain and the refreshing fresh air make people feel happy.

The busy traffic on the road was still the same. At this time, a black motorcycle passed me quickly. With a "swish" sound, the splashing sewage rushed towards me mercilessly.

Faced with this sudden "attack", before I could react, I found spots of mud and water on my body, and my good mood was wiped out. I couldn't help but complain secretly in my heart.

Just as I turned around to go home, a car appeared in front of me again. I reacted immediately and hurriedly ducked to the side to prevent my new clothes from "making matters worse". At the moment I escaped, the car owner seemed to read my mind, slowed down, and drove slowly by me.

Through the car window, I vaguely saw the car owner’s gentle smile. There was thoughtfulness, sincerity and care in that smile. Looking at his smile, I suddenly felt a warmth in my heart.

It seems that my worries are unnecessary. There is no sewage splashed where the car passes, but the warm smile of the car owner is deeply imprinted in my mind. From now on, whenever I walk on the street, I will always think of him, because he made me experience what a warm moment is for the first time. 5. Write an essay on the topic of warmth, 400 words

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing people who have lost their way to move towards the light; warmth is a fire in the snow, It makes people who are cold feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes people with dry mouths feel sweet.

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky, covering the earth with a thick quilt. I walked on the street and felt extremely cold. From time to time I covered my mouth with my hands to feel warmer.

Inadvertently, I found a few leaflets and other papers posted on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner who looked to be in his forties or fifties was using a brush soaked in water to clean the paper. I brushed the paper and then carefully tore it off with my hands.

Although she was on the opposite side, she could still clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red color was like fire.

After she carefully cleared away several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another one. However, I saw that when her right hand was raised, it stopped in the air, seemingly frozen. He saw her move closer to the wall, then she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on? Why doesn't she know her? Is she being lazy? A series of questions floated in my mind.

I just wanted to see what was going on, but then I saw a thin female cleaner approaching the piece of paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but I didn't expect her behavior to be exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze it in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned around to leave.

After seeing it this time, I became even more confused, so I made up my mind to go and have a look.

Cross the road and come to the wall. What came into view was a ‘missing person notice’. It read: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male...

My doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment. At this time, a warm current surged into my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers. I no longer felt cold, but felt extra warm.

Winter is cold. But he can also make people feel warm, just like the two cleaners. The deep warmth in this world comes from that fiery heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the fragrance in my heart. I think its warmth is enough to linger around me for a lifetime.

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Flowers bloom and fall, and how many warm stories are staged among them; How many warm stories are far away. In this vibrant day, how many people are you quietly warming up to?

In my eyes, I cannot compensate for everything my parents have given me in my life. In particular, their care, love and attention cannot be exchanged for money. I have a deep understanding of this since I grew up in a warm environment.

There is an unforgettable time on the threshold of my memory: one day during the summer vacation, when my mother and I were tidying up the room, due to my momentary negligence, I did not grab the handle of the chair and pushed myself from the high cabinet. He fell down and hit his chin on the marble corner of the table. Blood suddenly overflowed and dyed the collar of my clothes red. My mother, who ran from the next room after hearing the sound, turned pale when she saw me like this. But she immediately realized something, took out a lot of cotton from the medicine cabinet, blocked my wound, and immediately sent me to the hospital. At this time, my father was in a meeting in Ningbo. When he learned the news, he drove quickly to the hospital. Since my father is not around, my mother has a heavy burden. I know that she is actually more nervous and heartbroken than me.

At that time, I thought it would be fine just by applying some liquid and bandaging. But who knows, the doctor said that the wound must be stitched up with needles. Because the opening is too big, it will bleed a lot, which will cause bad effects. It's scary to think about using a needle to sew, let alone experience it yourself. Looking at the needle that the nurse brought to sew the wound, my heart beat rapidly, and the air seemed to solidify at this moment. When the doctor raised the needle and began to sew my injured chin, my mother's warm hands held me tightly. At this time, a sense of stability and calmness came to my heart, and my heart gradually felt relieved. I know that my mother's warm hands are holding me tightly here, and my father's comforting words are closely connected to me there. I am very warm and happy. I didn’t cry that time because I felt the warmth from my parents at this dangerous moment that was far from life-or-death.

When my father rushed to the hospital, my wound had already been stitched up and gauze was tied. When I saw my father, I jumped into his arms. Maybe I was just aware of the fearful atmosphere in the infirmary just now, or maybe I was wronged because I had never experienced anything like this before. In my father's arms, I shed tears that I had been holding back for a long time. My father looked at me with a smile, and brushed my cheek with his rough but tender hand: "Silly boy, don't cry. Everything has passed, hasn't it?" Yes, everything has passed, everything will pass, But for everything my parents have given me, I hope it will not pass away and be preserved forever.

After that, my father applied medicine and changed gauze for me every day. In summer, when the weather was hot, my father was afraid that my wound would become inflamed, so he would clean it for me every day without any delay. Thanks to my father's careful care, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said the wound had healed and was growing well.

Warmth does not need to be described with beautiful words or carved with exquisite brushes, but it is still bright and dazzling. A shout out from a classmate, a sincere greeting from a teacher, and a warm helping hand from a friend all make you feel warm. And do you still remember the sincere warmth given by too many parents? Cherish everything that is warm in it. The warmth of your parents will accompany you to overcome difficulties and overcome obstacles. In the face of danger and competition, they must be your spiritual pillar!

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Warmth Love is warm and illuminates the darkness; love is warm and drives away the cold wind; love is warm and warms the soul.

Love is around you, spreading warmth. Parents - Yang Guang returned home and quickly closed the door to block the biting cold wind, "Wow, it's so cold.

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I said, shivering, and my mother walked out of the kitchen, holding the smoking hot milk in her hand, "Here, drink. "I didn't say much, but the loving eyes were as warm as the sun. I gently took the cup and drank it slowly, ah! So warm! The whirring sound of the hair dryer suddenly stopped, and my father came from upstairs. Come down, gently take off my cold coat, and put a warm coat on me.

Ah! Father, even if you didn’t use the hair dryer to warm the coat, it would still warm it up. The blazing father's love was conveyed to me. I tightened my coat, ah! It's so warm! My parents' love is as warm as the sun, and they care without asking for anything in return.

The candlelight is crisp. The school bell rang, and the teacher walked into the classroom. Her face was slightly pale, and a trace of tiredness still remained in her eyebrows, "Ahem! "She coughed a few times, and her pale face showed a bit of pain. However, the teacher just slowed down her breathing and started teaching as if nothing had happened. The hoarse voice made me feel a little heartbroken, but also a little bit sad. Warmth. After the explanation, the teacher asked us to do the exercises. Time passed quietly, and the temperature in the classroom gradually rose. Finally, I couldn't help but look up to see what was going on. At some point, the teacher had closed the door and windows tightly, leaving only the podium facing the The two windows of the seat were opened a crack, and the cold wind blew in and enveloped the area near the podium. The teacher tightened his coat on the podium.

Seeing this scene, a wave of warmth filled his heart. The teacher's love is as warm as candlelight, warming us and illuminating our hearts.

Friends - The fluorescent final exam is gradually approaching, and I am as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, looking at Zhongzhong worriedly. My heart was like the sky outside the window, with low black clouds and tears streaming down my face. My good friend Yuan Ying patted me on the shoulder from behind. I was so frightened that I quickly turned my head. Yuan Ying pinched my face and asked strangely: " What's wrong? If you are frowning, smile! I looked sullen and muttered, "You top academics don't know what it's like to be sad. The final exam is coming soon!" "Yuan Ying suddenly realized it and ran back to her seat to retrieve the "Study Master Development Manual" she had carefully collected. She said proudly: "Since you are so eager to learn, I will kindly give you this manual. Why don't you accept the order? "I laughed, then showed a serious expression and shouted: "Thank you, Lord! "Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the gloom dissipated, replaced by a burst of warmth. The love of friends is as warm as fluorescent light. Although it is small, it is condensed with all its power.

Warmth is love. It is like sunshine, candlelight, and fluorescent light. It can drive away the cold and light up the light anytime and anywhere. 7. Write a composition with more than 400 words on the topic of warmth

"If Time Can Go Back" I can't forget that autumn dusk.

The autumn wind blew slightly, and the yellow leaves were helplessly fluttering in the wind. I could only look at it. I cried silently, all of this was caused by my own hands.

We used to be close, growing up together and going to school together, until that day - the eve of the high school entrance examination. Do you still remember asking me? We walked side by side on the road, imagining the future.

Maybe after spending time together, our interests have been assimilated. "The school gate. At that time, we were still looking forward to the future, the future for you and me.

However, unable to withstand the earnest persuasion of my parents and the repeated warnings of the teacher, I began to subconsciously I despised the "job-oriented" people. When the time finally came to fill out the application form, I still didn't tell you that I had changed my mind. I filled it out silently and went home alone.

When you asked me again. At that time, I actually said to you without thinking: "Everything will go according to plan. "You are kind-hearted and deceived by me, but you still know nothing about it. You are still dreaming about the beautiful future of you and me... As the days go by, when you excitedly find me holding your notice, what you see is My acceptance letter from the city high school, you looked sad, said nothing, and left.

So you and I went our separate ways that autumn, but I had no choice but to look for you. Returned angrily.

I was speechless, standing helpless in the wind with the falling leaves. This originally sad season makes me even more sad.

Helpless, helpless——Today, you and I walked into the sacred college entrance examination room, and I don’t know how to repent. I have no reason not to write about this mistake that I will never forget.

As a result, I not only lost a good friend, but more importantly, I actually forgot my principle of life-integrity! When I recall the past again and again, I can't erase your presence; when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can't help but blame myself for my ignorance; when I see you from a distance, I don't have the courage to step forward. Say hello to you. Maybe you can't understand me, and even I can't understand myself.

I have accumulated too much repentance in my heart. If I express it like this, you may not know it at all, but I sincerely hope you can forgive me. While you condemned me, you also made me understand the importance of integrity.

If I could turn back time, I would like to go back to the past and start everything over again.

8. Write an essay of about 500 words on the topic of warmth

1. Fixed warmth Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing people who have lost their way to move towards the light; warmth is in the snow A fire makes cold people feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes people with dry mouths feel sweet. I still remember that it was a warm night, and my parents were eating at home, happily I ran to the restaurant with the rice my mother had just served, but there was a sudden "pop" sound, and then the bowl in my hand fell to the ground, and the white rice fell to the ground unscrupulously. What should I do? My family always cooks as much as they can eat, so how about putting the rice in a plate and pretending that nothing is wrong before serving it to the table? As soon as I bent down, my parents heard the noise and rushed over. I was too embarrassed to continue picking up. My mother took a broom and a fork, swept up the rice and broken bowls that fell on the ground, and dumped them into the trash can. .But she seemed to have forgotten that there was no leftover food at home. There were only two bowls of rice and a few delicious meals on the table. Her mother divided one portion into half and the other portion into one-third. , she kept half a bowl of rice for herself, and gave me the two-thirds of the rice that my father divided. Everyone seemed to be very satisfied with this distribution, but at the end of the meal, my parents tacitly agreed to leave some for me. I ate some rice. The smile was frozen there. The warmth was frozen there. Winter is cold. But it also makes people feel warm. I think its warmth is enough to linger around my whole life. 2. Warmth is in my heart and in my teeth. When I am learning a language, there is always someone who accompanies me; when I am a toddler, there is always someone who supports me; when I am confused, there is always someone who guides me in the direction. I always take unlimited steps. Her love, but she is still waiting for me. That person is called mother, and that kind of love is called maternal love. It was the morning of May 12th, which was also the beginning of Mother's Day. I decided to give my mother a surprise and clean up the room. I I took the broom, picked up the towel, and started to reform the room: wipe the table, organize the books, sweep the floor... The wind on Mother's Day was very warm, making my face blush and my heart warm... Just When I was cleaning the bookshelf, I found a yellowed envelope. I opened the envelope and found a stack of greeting cards inside. I took out one at random and read it carefully: "Mom, thank you for your hard work. I hope you "Be healthy!" These two short sentences conveyed wisps of warmth, and tears could not help but well up in my eyes. I looked at the paper carefully, and saw that the edges were slightly yellowed, and the cover was painted with crayon. At the bottom of the cover, there were three crooked characters, Wang Yuyao, and my own name. I suddenly felt a warm current stirring from the bottom of my heart. My mother also collected many of them for me. Cards, those yellowed cards, are the steps of my growth and the best time in my mother’s memory. A warmth surged in my heart. At that moment, my tears were like a child’s, constantly falling down. Jumping, it soaked my clothes and penetrated my heart. There was once an advertisement about a little boy washing his mother's feet, but in real life, few children have washed their parents' feet. Some people say that a drop of water is a blessing. , should repay each other with a spring. We always keep the little kindnesses from strangers in our hearts, but turn a blind eye to the mother's great kindness. We always get angry at our mother for some trivial things. I now know that my mother's love is like the love in spring. The sun shines on me and warms me. I am really warm... 9. An essay with the theme of warmth of about 400 words

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing people who have lost their way to move towards the light; warmth is a fire in the snow, allowing the cold people to People feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes people with dry mouths feel sweet.

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky, covering the earth with a thick quilt. I walked on the street and felt extremely cold. From time to time I covered my mouth with my hands to feel warmer.

Inadvertently, I found a few leaflets and other papers posted on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner who looked to be in his forties or fifties was using a brush soaked in water to clean the paper. I brushed the paper and then carefully tore it off with my hands.

Although she was on the opposite side, she could still clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red color was like fire.

After she carefully cleared away several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another one. However, I saw that when her right hand was raised, it stopped in the air, seemingly frozen. He saw her move closer to the wall, then she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on? Why doesn't she know her? Is she being lazy? A series of questions floated in my mind.

I just wanted to see what was going on, but then I saw a thin female cleaner approaching the piece of paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but I didn't expect her behavior to be exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze it in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned around to leave.

After seeing it this time, I became even more confused, so I made up my mind to go and have a look.

Cross the road and come to the wall. What came into view was a ‘missing person notice’. It read: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male...

My doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment. At this time, a warm current surged into my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers. I no longer felt cold, but felt extra warm.

Winter is cold. But he can also make people feel warm, just like the two cleaners. The deep warmth in this world comes from that fiery heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the fragrance in my heart. I think its warmth is enough to linger around me for a lifetime.