Thank you for your warm composition, 600 words with details.

Warmth is the guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand.

Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.

Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male. ...

The doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold.

It is very cold in winter. But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart. I feel warm enough to haunt my life.

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This article comes from: self-cultivation of international students

Author: k? Ibaraki

The days of studying abroad are very cold.

Small things that happen during studying abroad can be very warm.

Little tricks of strangers can keep people warm for a long time.

These good intentions let us understand

Although the world is not necessarily as good as we think.

But it will never break.

There are more good people than bad people, because you will always meet the kindness of strangers inadvertently.

Sudden is not necessarily a disaster, but also a surprise.

Thank you. My German brother, who offered to help me with my luggage, always came back with big boxes and small boxes in his hand. Two boxes of 20-30 kg can't be moved at all, and it's particularly difficult to go up and down the stairs.

A big brother in Germany, dressed in punk style, should look like a cool brother who doesn't care about people. He walked past me and asked me if I needed help. I quickly said thank you.

He not only helped me with my luggage, but also sat next to me on the plane. We talked a lot about work and study. It turns out that he also spent some time in Beijing and loved China culture very much. He also asked me to teach him some Chinese.

Thanks for meeting him, which made my long trip home much more interesting and relaxed.

Thank you, Chinese aunt, for teaching me to make warm noodle soup and spend lonely years studying abroad in a foreign country. On the night of early winter, Chinese aunt who faces the street taught me to make homemade noodles, which made me feel long-lost happiness and warmth.

The warmth of noodle soup has been from the tip of the tongue to my stomach and heart, smoothing my cold dew. That bowl of sausage and egg noodles, Cantonese sausage, fried eggs, chopped peppers, shallots and soy sauce soup base.

Slice the sausage and fry until transparent. Don't fry the eggs in oil, but cook them hard. The noodles are cooked to 8 minutes, which is a bit chewy. Soy sauce, lard, sesame oil, a little salt, a little pepper, and noodle soup.

Put noodles, sausage slices, eggs, oil in the pot and chopped pepper on it, and it's ready.

I picked it up and ate a big bowl, which evoked many feelings in my heart.

It turns out that there are people who care about me in this cold city, and even strangers give me warmth, and my bitterness is cured at once.

In the future, I will cook a bowl of noodles to warm myself up and tell myself that the difficulties will pass, as long as I move forward firmly.

Thank you for repaying the world with kindness. In the fourth semester, we had a class and asked for a book with the theme of "Mother's Taste".

You should interview people of different nationalities, different cultural environments and different educational backgrounds, and ask them how they recall the taste of their mothers, and record it and compile a book.

This German mother and I signed up for the same gym at that time. I asked many people that day if they could "cook their own mother's meals". I took photos and interviewed them.

I asked several people and refused for various reasons. At that time, the German mother with a glimmer of hope did not expect that she agreed without hesitation.

German mother who changed the world with kindness

Later, I asked her why. She said that because her daughter was studying in France, she got a lot of help. Every time she sees a girl about her daughter's age in trouble, she wants to help her. She also hopes to pass on goodwill to others and let goodwill spread to all corners of the world.

It was the harvest season of white asparagus at that time. She cooked the classic German white asparagus, which was the first dish she learned from her mother and her daughter's favorite dish. A dish has been connected in series for three generations.

The cooking method is simple. Bundle white asparagus, head up, and cook in a deep pot. Add a little salt, butter and sugar and cook for about 15 minutes. The specific time is adjusted according to the thickness of asparagus. Set the plate with a pot, and then eat it with sauce.

Some people even like the original taste of asparagus without sauce. White asparagus is tender and full, tender and delicate, with a faint fragrance in chewing.

That meal made me think about the existence of maternal love, and suddenly realized that parents' love for their children would be missed wherever they went.

Thank you, Miss Italy, who accompanied us. We always go to the nearby countries for Christmas. We chose Italy that Christmas.

Because almost all the people I know who have been to Italy have met thieves in Italy, some people have their wallets stolen, some people have their SLR stolen, and even some friends have been provoked and threatened by thieves.

All six of us are very cautious, putting our bags in front or under our down jackets. But my friend still met the thief.

Her wallet was stolen and her visa was missing. Fortunately, her German temporary residence permit was put in the suitcase of the hotel.

The rest of the trip has been completely disrupted by theft, and our mood has plummeted. We even want to end our trip early and return to Germany, but the plane ticket has been booked and can't be cancelled.

Calm down and ask someone where the police station is at once. When we arrived at the police station, the police uncle asked us to fill out a report form, but his English was really poor and he didn't know what he was talking about.

The enthusiastic Italian lady next to us began to help us translate, accompanied us through various formalities at the police station, and called the Italian administrative department to ask us about this situation and how to reissue the visa.

We can't find the way of administration, and we can't find the direction. My little sister took us to the subway station before she left.

Fortunately, the Christmas holiday didn't start that day, otherwise we would have to stay in Italy for another week, which completely affected the curriculum arrangement of the later schools.

Bit by bit, every minute, in retrospect, every little thing is a gentle wrinkle blown by the wind on the heart lake, just like the warmth brought by those strangers.

We may just pass by and never meet again. Maybe we can meet again in the future. Nobody knows. We only know that your kindness at that moment will never be forgotten in my life.

It may be just a little effort for you, but it will be moving for a long time for me.

This world, where there is darkness, there is light. The world you see is you.

You are kind, and the world you see is beautiful. You are warm, and the world rewards you with kindness.

The ancients said: people are kind, although the blessing has not arrived, the disaster is far away. Man-made disaster, although the disaster has not arrived, the blessing is far away. Life will always give you a proper hug at some point.

Thank you, stranger who keeps me warm.

Thank you for your warm composition, 600 words, which describes in detail that the warmth of homework help is a guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet. Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. Walking in the street feels particularly cold, so I cover my mouth with my hand from time to time, which is warmer. I happened to find a few leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old cleaner who looked forty or fifty years old brushed the paper with a brush dipped in water. Then carefully tear it open by hand. Although it is on the opposite side, you can clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire. When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw her right hand raised, but it stopped in the air, as if it were frozen. I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind. I just wanted to see the truth, but I saw a thin female cleaner coming to the newspaper office. I thought she could clean paper, but I didn't expect her behavior to be exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away. I was more puzzled when I saw it, and I made up my mind to go and see it. I crossed the road. Come to the wall. What caught my attention was a photo looking for you. It said: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... all doubts were dispelled, and at this moment I understood everything. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, which made me feel particularly warm rather than cold. It's cold in winter, but it also makes people feel warm.

Thank you for bringing me warmth. It has been 13 years since a baby was born.

13 years, I was surrounded by thick warmth. Family and friendship are my most precious memories! When I lost my mind, I thought, I still have a warm harbor and my closest friends! It was my parents who comforted me when I was sad, and it was you who gave me warmth.

Sometimes the warmth is always in an instant, that trivial detail, even a phone call ... On a dark night, the wind whistling outside the window, and the whirring of small trees is creepy.

I was in a daze in the room, tapping my head with a pen. Although the heating is on, I still can't feel the warmth.

I was the only one in the huge room, and even talking to myself seemed helpless, so I chose silence.

My parents are too busy to stay at home, and I don't know what night it is when I am alone at home.

Looking out the window, I seem to be used to being alone, but I still can't control the blur in front of me.

I don't believe it was tears, but I dried the salty water drops on my mouth.

Attention turned to the topic of Zhou Ji again. I chose to write about my family, but suddenly I found myself at a loss.

I wandered around the table as if waiting for something, but I couldn't remember what it was, except that I couldn't sleep all night without it.

The more I think about it, the more I feel overwhelmed and flustered, so that I dare not think about it again.

I went back to my desk and looked at my composition book under the desk lamp. There is only that pen on the big paper, and there is not a word. I'm a little lost.

At this moment, the telephone rang, and I suddenly remembered that this was what I was waiting for! I hurried to call, but the phone didn't ring. This is obviously my mother's phone number.

She must have thought I was asleep and wouldn't answer the phone before hanging up.

I waited for a long time and didn't hear * * *, so I had to press redial.

"Mom-"At this moment, tears overflowed my eyes ... In fact, warmth is everywhere.

Inadvertently, warmth has spread all over people's hearts, but we still don't know how to understand it.

Mom, I want to say "thank you for bringing me warmth"

The 600-word composition "Thank you for bringing me warmth" has been in this world 13 years since a baby was born. 13 years, I was surrounded by thick warmth, and family and friendship are my most precious memories! When I lost my mind, I thought, I still have a warm harbor and my closest friends! It was my parents who comforted me when I was sad, and it was you who gave me warmth. Sometimes warmth is always at that moment, that trivial detail, even a phone call. In the dark night, the wind whistling outside the window, and the whirring of small trees makes people feel more and more scared. I was in a daze in the room, banging my head with a pen. Although the heating is on, I still can't feel the warmth. There is only one big room. Even talking to myself seems very helpless, so I chose silence. My parents are too busy to contact home, and I don't know which night I was alone at home. Looking out the window, I seem to be used to being alone, but I still can't control the blur in front of me. I don't believe it was a tear. I dried the salty water drops on my mouth. My attention turned to the topic of Zhou Ji. I was in a hurry to write about my family, but suddenly I found myself at a loss. I seem to be waiting for something, but I can't remember it. I only know that I can't sleep all night without it. The more I think about it, the more I feel overwhelmed and flustered, so that I dare not think about it again. I went back to my desk and looked at my composition book under the desk lamp. There is only that pen on the big paper, and I am a little lost. At this moment, the telephone rang, and I suddenly remembered that this was what I was waiting for. I hurried to the phone, but it didn't ring. This is obviously my mother's phone number. She must have thought I was asleep and didn't answer the phone before hanging up. I waited for a long time and didn't hear * * *, so I couldn't help but press redial. "Mom-"At this moment, tears overflowed my eyes. In fact, warmth is everywhere. Inadvertently, it made me

Thank you for your warmth. Thank you for your warmth. That man once gave me warmth and encouragement, which made me not sad in setbacks. That person once taught me the truth of life and tried to find a way to succeed in the future for myself; That man gave me more than that. That man is my teacher.

I failed an exam once. Although my classmates tried hard to get good grades and win glory for the class, I ruined what my classmates wanted to accomplish because of me. I thought to myself: What should I do? At this rate, I'm afraid my classmates and friends will stay away from me.

One afternoon, the teacher talked to me and told me, "I didn't do very well in this exam!" " If you have any difficulty in reading, the teacher can help you

"I told the teacher," I review the course content every day! But I just can't get bright results in the exam. The students seem to be very good, and there are always many people with high scores.

"The teacher replied," Mastering the learning methods may change your thinking about reading. Some people like reading very much because they love reading and discussion. If you can let yourself read often or do more research on topics, your grades will be greatly improved.

"After this exam, I got a lot of reading methods. The teacher's words warmed my heart and made me no longer sad. Although I failed this time, I gained valuable experience.

On campus, I often care about my younger brothers and sisters who are frustrated by exams like me. Maybe there are more difficulties waiting for us in the future, and we should not give up. When I think of the teacher who once gave me warmth, I want to be more aggressive.

Thank you for keeping me warm. This composition is about 700 words. Warmth is the guiding light in the darkness, which leads people who have lost their way to the light. Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt.

I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand.

Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one.

However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified.

I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office.

I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.

Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall.

What you see is a' looking for you'.

It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... All doubts have passed, and I understand everything at this moment.

At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold.

It is very cold in winter.

But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire.

It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart.

I feel warm enough to haunt my life.

...

Thank you for giving me a warm composition outline. Warmth is the guiding light in the darkness, which leads people who have lost their way to the light. Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet. Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. Walking in the street feels particularly cold, so I cover my mouth with my hand from time to time, which is warmer. I happened to find a few leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old cleaner who looked forty or fifty years old brushed the paper with a brush dipped in water. Then carefully tear it open by hand. Although it is on the opposite side, you can clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire. When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw her right hand raised, but it stopped in the air, as if it were frozen. I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left. Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind. I just wanted to see the truth, but I saw a thin female cleaner coming to the newspaper office. I thought she could clean paper, but I didn't expect her to behave exactly like an old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly and turn away. I was more puzzled when I saw it, and I made up my mind to go and see it. I crossed the road. Come to the wall. What caught my attention was a photo looking for you. It said: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ... all doubts were dispelled, and at this moment I understood everything. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, which made me feel particularly warm rather than cold. It's cold in winter, but it also makes people feel warm.

Thank you for giving me 400 words of warmth. Homework help has been born as a baby, and I have been in this world for 13 years. 13 years, I was surrounded by thick warmth, and family and friendship are my most precious memories! When I lost my mind, I thought, I still have a warm harbor and my closest friends! It was my parents who comforted me when I was sad, and it was you who gave me warmth. Sometimes warmth is always at that moment, that trivial detail, even a phone call. In the dark night, the wind outside the window is noisy, and the whirring from the trees makes people feel scared. ....

The title of the composition is thank you for your love. People always like to preach the greatness of maternal love.

Metaphor, but always willing to compare it to something magnificent, few people compare maternal love to water and think it is too dull.

As everyone knows, life is like this, and plain is true.

I remember reading an article called "Motherly love has no specific content".

Yes, after careful reflection, you will find it difficult to prove what a mother is like through one thing, and it is difficult to explain what a mother is like in one sentence.

Of course, this is not because I don't know my mother well enough. On the contrary, I know too much and don't know how to write.

Appreciate your mother's character, be resolute and resolute, and never drag your feet.

I hope one day I can be as straight and unyielding as my mother.

This is the quality that a good cadre should have-my mother taught me.

It is recognized that mother can bear hardships.

In my memory, there is nothing my mother can't do.

It's been like this since I can remember, and it hasn't changed until now.

Therefore, I always like to be with my mother. This is a warm feeling. I like this feeling, which makes me feel practical and secure.

I often lament the ruthlessness of the years, from ruthlessness to almost ruthlessness.

She stole all the youth of the people around me and exchanged their old age for my growth.

The washing of time bleached the mother's long hair, but left her innate courage and strength.

But I still have to admit that my mother is old.

However, many of my mother's words are very reasonable.

This is the experience of life, the treasure left behind contains the mystery of life-so when I was a child, I absolutely worshipped my mother and followed some of her words as the Bible.

My mother always said that people don't like to do everything all their lives. There are many things you don't like to do, but you must do it, and you must do it and do it best. Otherwise, don't say sorry for your parents, your friends, or even yourself.

These words have accompanied me through yesterday and today, and I believe they will accompany me to tomorrow.

Give me courage to face everyone and every new challenge firmly in every sunny day.

Love is love, and I love my mother deeply.

Although it is not vigorous, it is sometimes a kind of scenery.

Maybe a little ordinary, but mortal, there will be more heroic love.

More importantly, in my opinion, every love is a treasure, which is worth cherishing forever.

The days ahead are so long, I wonder how many seasons I will walk hand in hand with my mother.

Let's reminisce about early spring, taste midsummer, chew golden autumn and listen to midwinter.

Pick up the bits and pieces left by life, turn every growing memory into the purest (mellow) wine, and label it, which will become stronger and more fragrant with the baptism of years; Take maternal love as a symbol, love everyone around you and cherish every love given by others.

I hope my young heart can warm my mother's no longer young heart, moisten her vicissitudes and take care of her for life.

Yes, maternal love is like water.

Water-the source of life; Mother-life partner.

I think everyone should be familiar with the song "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …".

It was you who went through all kinds of hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth, gave me warmth when I needed it most, and told me to be a man when I was in trouble ... I remember that when I was in the second grade of primary school, I did badly in the exam. During that time, I didn't pay attention to the class at all. When I handed my mother an unbearable paper, you were not angry, and you said to me cheerfully: It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. From now on, you should listen to the teacher and finish the homework assigned by the teacher. Wait another month and see how it works, okay? "I was surprised at the time. Why don't you teach me a lesson? Instead, you talk to me calmly. A month later, my grades really improved. I got 100 in several exams in succession, and even the teacher praised me. You told me, "Look, failure is the mother of success. You completed the task well this month, really well! "I remember another time, when I was in the third grade, I was infected with pink eye, and my knee was scratched at that time. You are anxious to help me find the prescription everywhere. I learned from others that it would be better if mulberry leaves were boiled and applied to my eyes. You don't know where you got mulberry leaves, put them in my eyes, sit next to me and watch me fall asleep.

I got up in the morning and my eyes were stuck because of pink eye. Please bring me a towel quickly to make me feel better.

How hard you have worked for me.

Thank you for helping me and letting me know the truth of life.

Fuqing City Chengguan Primary School Grade 6: Ye Xintian Chapter 12 Mom, I want to tell you that in my childhood, I was happy almost every day.

My precious life is given by my mother, my happy childhood is given by my mother, and I feel that everything I have is given by my mother.

My mother cares about me the most in life.

The stars are shining at night, and I have entered a sweet dream. It was particularly cold at night, but my mother came to my room in thin clothes and braved the cold, and covered me with a warm quilt with cold hands. My body seems to be illuminated by the sun, very warm.

My mother is still most concerned about me in my studies.

My family is not rich, but my mother must let me go to the best school-Dingnan Experimental School.

My mother worries about my study every day, actively understands my study situation, and also teaches me how to be a person and how to form a good habit of loving learning.

I remember one day I did badly in the exam and I was in a bad mood.

When I got home, I got up the courage to tell my mother my grades. My mother comforted me and said, "Don't be sad. Work hard and study hard. I believe you will get good grades one day. "

"Also told me that men will not easily sad tears.

After hard work, I won the first place in the final exam of last semester in Grade Three, and my mother was very happy.

At that moment I told myself: I must make my mother proud of me forever.

Mom, I want to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard. Thank you for giving me life and a happy childhood and raising me at all costs. "

In the future, I will study harder, grow into an excellent person, work hard and repay your kindness with my own practical actions.

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