Warm topic composition

In life, work and study, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are 8 warm-topic compositions that I collected and sorted out, which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

A warm topic composition 1 As the saying goes, "There are true feelings everywhere in the world, and true feelings always warm people's hearts." I finally understood the meaning of this sentence that day.

Jingle bells, Jingle bells ... A sound of alarm woke me up. I suddenly got up and looked. It was past seven. I quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on my body and said loudly, "Mom, I'm leaving!" " "Then he ran to the classroom.

It's so quiet in the classroom that I can hear a needle drop to the ground. The students were having an exam, and I answered the question at once. Halfway through the exam, I was shivering with cold and my lips were purple. At this time, the teacher came up to me slowly and said, "Why are you wearing a shirt in such a cold day?" I didn't speak, just smiled at the teacher and continued the exam.

After about three minutes, the teacher came and said, "Put on this dress quickly, and don't catch a cold." Take off your coat and put it on for me. I quickly said: "teacher, you wear it, I'm not cold!" " "The teacher said," put it on! "I put on my clothes. After class, the teacher left with the test paper in her arms. Inadvertently, I saw the teacher walking in the snow. His clothes look thin. I thought to myself: teachers don't live in schools. He drives to work every day. He must have only brought such a dress. How can he stand such a cold?

Thinking about it, I strengthened my confidence and went to the office and said, "Teacher, get dressed, I'm not cold!" " "The teacher's face became serious:" Put it on quickly. How can you say it's not cold in such a day? "I put on the teacher's clothes again, walked out of the office and walked in the snow, but I didn't feel cold at all, because I was wearing clothes made of love, so warm!

Teacher's love is like a fire in winter, which warms my heart.

The first snow this winter came so hard. It fell from the sky, like a piece of paper, like goose feathers, fluttering and spreading. Sometimes spin in the air and dance for a while; Sometimes you chase after me and fight. Put a white velvet hat on the house, put silverware on the tree and lay a thick carpet on the floor. Where it floats, it changes its appearance. On the umbrella of pedestrians, there are steps for them to stop; On the moving car, there are traces of their stay; Even on children's hats and clothes, they are indispensable. What a heavy snow!

Because of the arrival of snow, the world is a little brighter; Because of the arrival of snow, it is a little chilly; Because of the arrival of snow, there was a rare holiday. It is a good choice to sleep late at home on such a snowy day. Faced with the gift of nature, how can we be willing to stay at home like this? A sister in the office suggested that we play with snow! Get everyone's response immediately.

What a crazy idea! It's cold and slippery, and it's a long way to the People's Park, which was unimaginable before. "It's rare to have a holiday on such a snowy day. Let's relax." You said, he said, everyone said. I gritted my teeth, determined, and went!

After lunch, we set out together. Along the way, one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepping on the thick snow, making a creaking sound; Stepping on the ice of Bangbang, my foot slipped, my body tilted, and I almost hugged the earth. You hold my hand, I hold your arm, gather under the umbrella, stand against the snow, talking and laughing, and go to the destination.

Bang, I stepped on it. I was stepping on a pool of water under the snow. In an instant, the cotton shoes were soaked by it, and a coolness penetrated into the shoes.

"The shoes are soaked, so cold!" I said.

"Well, my socks are cold, too," said an elder sister.

"Be quiet, no one knows." Another sister responded wittily.

"Hehehe, that makes sense" was accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter.

Finally, after a hard journey, I arrived at my destination-People's Park. This park used to be very lively, but now it is very quiet. The plastic track is gone, the familiar trails are gone, and even the people who often come to enjoy the scenery are gone. The snow is still falling.

What a pity not to take pictures with such heavy snow and beautiful scenery! Let's find a good view quickly! Next to that clump of bamboo, that pine forest and that high earth mountain left our footprints.

"Change the action!" The "photographer" is holding a camera while conducting.

"I won't." She's a little embarrassed.

"I'll teach you!" "Stylist" is busy standing aside to guide. "kneel down, lower your head and draw on the ground with your hands." He squatted down and drew on the ground with his hand.

Click, and the moment becomes eternity.

"Over there, the scenery is really beautiful!" Following the direction of the sisters' fingers, we saw a tree. In this snowy world, that touch of yellow is so warm and dazzling.

"Well, let's go!" Everyone ran to the tree.

"Come to Guanyin!"

"Very good."

"Stand in a row."

"Open your arms and smile."

"Click", a flower-like smile is fixed in this beautiful moment.

A burst of laughter and warm pictures left precious memories in this cold winter. It, like a touch of sunshine, like a clear spring, like a wisp of fragrance, will stay in our hearts and bring us endless warmth.

Warm topic composition 3 If the world is full of love, then it is a paradise on earth; If there is no love in the world, it will be dark. ...

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Warmth is a kind of inner feeling, a kind of warm spiritual contact, and it is the warmth between teachers and students, classmates, relatives and strangers. ...

One day in physical education class, I played basketball with Wang Ming, and we had a good time. The "slam dunk" shouted at me, and the ball missed the net. But flew fiercely to him, and he jumped lightly and escaped a heavy blow. The ball hit the wall, bounced back and had a close contact with my nose. I squatted down and rubbed my nose and groaned, and Wang Ming rushed up at once. "Oh, why is your nose bleeding?" He quickly took me to the bathroom. "Look up, I'll wash it for you." He grabbed the water in one hand and held my head in the other, washed the blood off my face and cleaned my nose. Then he took a paper towel out of his pocket, quickly tore it off and rubbed it into a "small paper stick" and gave it to me. As he expected, I pulled out the paper stick and my nose was still bleeding. Now he is in a hurry and quickly blocks my nostrils with a new small paper stick.

In the morning, I got up excitedly, looked at my watch and called a bunch of girls. This is my first time. I was very happy when I was first invited. I never thought that someone would invite me, but only I was a boy. This teacher is an intern teacher in my class. We like her very much. We all bought her presents when she left. We came to the mountain, lay down and looked at the sky. This is my dream scene! But without my good friends, with them. But what kind of feeling does this teacher give me? This teacher replaced my good friend, and she replaced the warm, happy and beautiful feeling I felt before. That feeling can't be expressed in words, and that is happiness. ...

I came to the grass with my teachers and classmates, and lay down and looked up at the sky. This is the feeling I've always dreamed of. I closed my eyes and recalled the happy time in primary school. I have two really good friends. The three of us stayed together every day and made up after a while. We often quarrel, but it never makes us unhappy. On the contrary, this is the way for us to deepen our friendship. It's a pity that I'm not so happy and carefree with my primary school classmates. It's a pity that I can't lie on the grass like this with my primary school classmates and look up at the sky. Unfortunately, we can talk to ...

I only have this day to be happy. I feel happy and my classmates are happy together. This is the first time I have such a sense of happiness. This is another kind of happiness that others cannot give. Only my classmates and teachers can.

Old Liu, the word, only dare to whisper in my dream. He has a rough voice and a small head. According to himself, he was hungry when he was a child. I've been wondering whether "hunger" or "picky eaters" led to Liu's figure.

When I first came to the road, living under the roof of Liu's house really made me feel I had to bow my head. Lao Liu is cold all over. When I first came, he didn't let me feel the warmth of the group, as if our old Liu had ulterior secrets and didn't like to communicate with us. I seldom see him at ordinary times, perhaps because I am too busy. Maybe!

According to all the teachers in the class, the students in our class always feel lifeless. The teacher who walks out of the classroom is always "alas". Until one afternoon, the sultry air could not blow away the sweat and lifeless breath of young people. Liu stepped onto the platform and without saying a word, picked up a triangle and drew a picture. After painting, he turned around and shouted, "class!" " "We stood up lazily and then sat down lazily. The more you attend classes, the more you listen. Lao Liu seems to be singing one nursery rhyme after another, which makes me sleepy.

Finally, this class can't go on. As soon as Lao Liu patted the podium, we immediately cheered and said, "I told you to look at the blackboard, what are you doing!" " "It really hit the nail on the head and hit my heart. At this time, Liu broke out like an alcoholic, and half a tense class was going on.

In winter, cold air blows into the classroom from the window, and the students in the classroom are crowded together. There should be no self-taught teacher today. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. It's Lao Liu. He walks very slowly. I walked around the classroom and sat on the stool in front of the podium. Forty mouths started slowly, and then the voice grew louder.

Until the end of the semester, Lao Liu praised us first, and I was very happy, because we finally lived up to the ardent expectations of teachers and parents, but then Lao Liu changed his face and roared, "Take the test paper to get the reward!" " We were all at a loss, but something terrible came. The tall man in front just screamed a few times. My uneasy heart is about to come out. Lao Liu calmly asked me about my English score last year: 95. "What about this year?" "69"。 Lao Liu asked me to work out the gap, but I couldn't figure it out in my blank mind! I answered three times in a row, and I was wrong. Lao Liu changed his usual unhurried tone and blushed: "I tell you, 26, do you remember?" At this time, my mind rang, and the only thing I could do was to give my hand to Lao Liu.

My warm little hand is panting, but my heart is much calmer. It turns out that Liu has been paying attention to us, but he is not good at expressing it.

Warm topic composition 5 Mom is pregnant, and I am gently sticking to her stomach. I heard my brother skipping in her womb, as if he were angry! The sound of "bang bang bang". I feel his heartbeat. I guess he must be cute.

Time slowly flows away in the blink of an eye. And this little angel who brought me warmth was born. Sure enough, she is a lovely little brother. Looking at those small round eyes, they kept looking at me, and my chubby little hands clung to the bell chain in my hand and made a sound. He lifted his lovely dimples and a touch of red came out. I combed his hair, it was straight, I bent it, but I stood firm and didn't relax like a soldier standing guard in the frontier. Naughty little feet kicking around, up and down. Still as lively and active as before. Cherry red mouth smiled cleverly, and I said to my mother, "Let me hug you!" " "Mom said," ok, be careful. "

"Brother, brother!" He gave an unprecedented laugh, which I still remember deeply. I hugged him tightly and thanked God for bringing me that warm person. He seems to be an angel sent from heaven. Whenever I have something bothering me, I cry in a low voice with my pillow in my arms in the dark night. The younger brother ran over and said foolishly, "Are you all right?" The innocent children's voice comforted my sadness. Whenever I look lonely and helpless, he dances enthusiastically and plays with my hand.

I remember one time, I got a 70% in the exam, and I was worried that my mom and dad would scold me. I definitely said, "You child can't change this bad habit. Don't you know what to do?" Comfort me as soon as my brother knows, silly sister. It's okay. Such a simple sentence warms my cold heart. Brother, you are a ray of sunshine in my life, illuminating my brilliance.

Warm topic composition 6 warm "home" word, love for home often moves me.

That night, I was brushing my teeth when my eyes suddenly itched. I didn't take it seriously, and in a short time, my hand actually itched. When I saw it, I saw a lot of red pimples on my hands, and I suddenly felt itchy and uncomfortable, and then I grew a lot. I'm too scared to stand still.

My sister saw it and gave me some medicine, but it didn't work. Mom saw it without saying anything, and quickly went to the basin to pour water, and then put salt in it. Everything is in order, but I still itch, which makes me stamp my feet. My mother was so distressed that she quickly poured water. "Come and wash with salt water. I'll buy you some medicine. " Mom said.

"But what is the reason?" I'm worried. Suddenly, I remembered that I ate peaches today. I grew a few pimples when I ate peaches before, but I was lucky to see attractive peaches. I ate one after another, but I didn't expect it ...

I told my mother about these experiences. My mother listened to them and quickly said, "I know. Please forgive me first. I'll be back soon. "

It's still raining outside, and my mother is so busy that she doesn't even wear rain boots. She just went out with an umbrella. At this time, there seems to be a lot of bugs crawling on my head, which really itches badly! I'm scratching my body. It's really hard! After a while, I got a pimple on my face, and my mouth and ears were swollen, especially my mouth. My sister cried with distress after reading it. She sobbed and said, "It's all because Dad didn't know where he went and forgot his cell phone, so he couldn't get in touch at all. It's raining hard outside. What should mom do if she slips and catches a cold? My sister is so itchy again! " Say that finish, mom came back. I saw a lot of mud on my mother's body, which was obviously a few falls. Mother asked her sister to pour water, and her sister hurried to pour it, but her sister slipped. However, regardless of herself, she persisted in getting up. My mother saw my face when she brought me water. "Oh, that's too bad, swollen like this. No, I have to get an injection! " Otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight! "My mother was busy looking for clothes for me, and my sister followed, but she ran too fast and fell down again. But at this time, my sister's face, with that strong expression, is beautiful. My eyes are red when I see this.

Mother put on my only raincoat and wrapped me up. I gave her an umbrella and a flashlight. Mom took it with her by bike. The wind on the road is blowing relentlessly, and the rain is raining relentlessly. There are many places where the umbrella can't cover my mother, and my mother is half wet. I asked my mother if she was cold. My mother shook her head and said, "No, I'm sweating." Looking at her busy figure and listening to her kind words, I cried and endless regrets welled up in my heart. Arriving at the clinic, the doctor said, "This is an allergic phenomenon to peaches. It's a good thing you're wrapped tightly, otherwise it'll be worse after the wind. I will give her an injection and stop eating peaches. "

On the way back, I felt much better and didn't feel like sleeping. Maybe it's because the medicine has worked! Mother said, "I hold you, and we will go home soon." Go home and sleep, and stick to it for a while! " "When I got home, my father and sister greeted me and quickly asked me," What happened? Are you better? " Dad always blamed himself when he asked, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I went out today ... "

"I'm okay, you don't know I will be sick today. I'm much better now, but I really want to sleep. " "Well, then go to sleep!"

Lying in bed, I vaguely heard my mother say to my sister, "Go to sleep first. Your father and I will clean up the water on the ground and then cover your sister with a quilt. You can't let her catch cold! " So I went to Lacrimosa again.

Ah, when I recall my childhood, how many scars are always healed by this warmth! How many ice cubes have been melted by this "heat"! This warmth from home has been protecting me. I feel very happy living in this home.

Warm topic composition 7 In the warm moment of rain, my friends and I walked silently on the way to school with umbrellas. "What, you forgot your homework again?" "Well" "can't just run away.

It's already the V period of junior high school! "Towel friend tone with a little blame, I was silent, dare not look into his eyes. Finally, I reached the fork in the road. I said goodbye and was about to leave him. My friend's warm hand took me: "It's still raining heavily, so I'll take you" to Ding's door. My friend took out a brand-new "Selected Compositions with Full Scores in Senior High School Entrance Examination" from his schoolbag, and his eyes were full of sincerity, saying, "This may be helpful to you." After that, he gradually disappeared into the hazy rain and fog, and I opened the title page of the book, which was written by him personally, "A year's plan lies in spring." "At that moment, a fresh spring breeze brushed my cheek, which made me more awake. The touch it brought me was brewing in my heart. I often give my mother trouble. Because I didn't finish my homework according to the teacher's requirements, I was often invited by my parents. At this time, my extremely busy mother became a "victim". My body often has some problems. At this time, my mother will take me to one hospital after another, without considering myself at all. I remember once, my mother's class was near the college entrance examination, and my mother's work was extremely busy, but she still took time to take me to the hospital. When I had an intravenous drip, she corrected her homework carefully. Looking at the faint silver line behind my mother's ear, the softest place in my heart was touched, and all that came to my mind was the tired figure of my mother working hard for me. Time seems to freeze in those moments, and all I feel is a loving mother's heart. At that moment, a spring breeze brushed my cheek, just like my mother's hand stroking my face, happy and warm. In the depressed winter, I looked at my poor report card and a tear fell from my cheek to the ground. Broken lights, broken dreams, disheartened. All efforts and toil seem to be in vain, and all hopes and dreams seem to be dashed. Floccules flying outside the window have infinitely magnified my pain and sadness, and my heart seems to have formed ice. A warm hand on my shoulder, I looked up-ah, what a look! There is no blame or criticism, but full of encouragement and hope-it is a teacher! " Come on! "Low, only three words, but enough to ignite the flame of hope in my heart. The ice gradually melted and my heart was full of warmth. Although it is still snowing heavily outside, I feel warm as spring. Time flies, but those warm moments have always been vivid. They will stay in my heart forever, just like the brightest light on the mountain peak, guiding me to a bright future. A young writer said, "The left hand will think and the right hand will get old. "Yes, when I was fourteen years old, I understood that these warmth did not fly away like sand with the passage of time, but condensed into the seeds of love in my heart. I believe that one day, those warmth will bloom on both sides of my youth like flowers.

The author selected three fragments to express friendship, affection and teacher-student relationship from different levels, and realized the warmth brought by these precious feelings. Finally, he revealed his life feeling and philosophical thinking about these "warm moments", which sublimated the theme. In addition, the author is also good at contrasting the psychology of the characters through the description of the scenery, which enhances the appeal of the article and is a distinctive masterpiece.

Warm topic composition 8 Whenever I think of something that has witnessed the constant friendship between us, a warm current will always sneak into my heart from my palm.

Mix and I are good friends. One day, we took out the small plane made in the craft class and drew a picture. Looking at the exquisite fuselage, it seems that as long as I fly to the sky, I can soar in the blue sky forever and fly to the blue sky with my lofty ideals. I couldn't help laughing happily. A loud noise pulled me back from my reverie-the rustling accidentally damaged my small plane. In the dispute, Xiao Xiao accidentally trampled on it again. I was so angry that a small plane holding her fell to the ground.

I shouted confidently, "Who told you to be so savage and broke my small plane?" "no! I was careless and didn't mean to damage your little wooden boat. " She stood up angrily and argued with me, "but you broke my little plane on purpose!" " ""you are sophistry, hum! "My eyes were red with anger, so I got up my courage and jumped up at the sound." Don't do that! Stop it! "The students outside the venue were anxious and panicked, and they quickly tried their best to pull us away." I don't want to be friends with her! "I shouted at rustling. Is it my illusion that there should be some pain on her face? or ...

The next day, I walked into the classroom and all I saw was an empty table-rustling! I hesitated, but I glanced at it unconsciously before I wanted to return to my position. Hey! Why is there a delicate little plane on my desk? I jumped up in surprise and stared at the exquisite little plane. Who put it on my desk? I'm even more confused. Could it be ...

Once, Mix lost the pen I lent him, and I was so anxious that I cried. So she begged the teacher on duty for a long time before she was allowed to buy a pen outside the school. She also tried her best to tease me and make me smile through tears.

Thought of here, I can't help but shed tears of shame and regret, and I can't stop. "What's the matter with you?" I turned around and spoke.

After dinner, I helped Miss Ling clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Dad hasn't come yet. Teacher Ling saw me uneasy and asked, "Didn't you do your homework?" Write it here. "In a short time, I finished my homework, but it was late and my father hadn't come yet. Teacher Ling decided to take me home. Although it was early winter, it was still cold. Seeing that I was cold, Miss Ling took off her big clothes for me to wear, but her face turned purple with cold. Walking, suddenly I can't walk. Miss Ling carried me on her back and told me a story: "Once upon a time, there was a princess whose skin was as white as snow. Everyone calls her Snow White. Soon, Snow White's mother died, and her father found her a stepmother. The mother has a magic mirror. One day, the stepmother asked the mirror, "Who is the most beautiful person in the world?" The magic mirror said, "Snow White is a thousand times more beautiful than you ..." I listened with relish behind my back. Suddenly I saw a man riding a motorcycle in front of me. At first glance, it turned out to be my father. Father said to the teacher, "the factory has to make a batch of clothes, so it's late." Thank you for taking care of these children. " Teacher Ling said, "You're welcome. "Then my father took me off the teacher's back and sent me home.

Although it has been a long time, it has always warmed my heart.