Warm composition in the second day of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are the warm compositions I collected from the second day of junior high school, hoping to help everyone.

Warm composition of the second day of junior high school 1 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In my mind, many past events often appear in front of my eyes, and some past events are gradually forgotten by me as time goes by. There are many sorrows and joys in my past. I remember one thing that made me happy. Although it was many years ago, I still remember it clearly.

Nanjing is a big stove in summer. One day in a certain year, it was very hot, and my niece came to Uncle You's secretary's house. She didn't go to work today, so she came to her house to play with him. The decoration of her home is very simple, with a table, a chair and two beds. A wardrobe. As soon as I entered her house, my first guitar caught my attention. I brought my guitar and asked Sister Tao to teach me how to play it. Unfortunately, my hands are too small to touch the strings. Sister Tao plays for us two naughty children. We were fascinated by it and influenced by art, and I improvised Jay Chou's Chrysanthemum Terrace. Recalling the picture at that time, I couldn't help laughing. I am the lead singer, my niece became a photographer and used this mobile phone to shoot around, and Sister Tao became an audience. The two of us also performed a funny guitar singing for Sister Tao. I sang and laughed. Laughing, the whole person has no strength to play the guitar and uses the guitar as a crutch. It seems that I have something to do with the guitar.

On the first day back to my hometown, I can always see this beautiful past emerge in front of me, and sometimes I feel very meaningful. At Tao's sister's house, I realized that true happiness is the best encouragement and praise for myself.

Warmth is not as hot as summer, nor as cool as autumn. Warmth is flowers in spring, vibrant grass and soft spring breeze. It grew up like a hand stroking me.

My mother gave me infinite care and made me feel long-term warmth.

It was a winter in which the north wind roared and the snow fell heavily. The roofs, cars and the ground are covered with snow, and the streets are lonely. "Who will go out in such a cold day!" Mom said. I said in a hurry, "Mom, I want to go out and play in the snow." At this moment, my mother's expression changed and became serious, as if a volcano was about to erupt. Shouted, "you smelly boy, do as I say. Can you behave yourself? " My face darkened and I suddenly looked at my mother with a pathetic look. Finally, under my various entreaties, my mother agreed. Although she kept mumbling, she kept putting gloves on me.

Time is ticking by. Inadvertently, the sunset kissed the head of Xishan. I didn't have a good time, so I went home with nostalgia.

As soon as I entered the door, my mother saw that my face, ears and hands were all red with cold, and quickly wrapped my hands with her rough hands. Lying in my mother's arms, I feel very warm. But there are also some sour smells coming to my mind. My mother loves me very much, but she is a little harsh, but she cares about me most. This makes me feel warm even when I am with my mother in cold weather.

Warmth can give people strength and touch people. A little warmth is passed on to everyone, making everyone in the world feel warm.

I like warmth and spring, because whenever the spring breeze ripples, that kind of warm feeling will appear on my face.

Warm composition 3 of the second day of junior high school has always appeared in my mind. It is the sunshine in summer and the stove in winter, which is an unforgettable thing for me.

When I was in primary school, I had a good friend named Xiaolan. That day, I went to her house to play with her. Because of her poor family, she lives in a small house rented in the town. Her parents are very enthusiastic and often let me visit her home. When I arrived at her door, I vaguely heard her parents' conversation: "My second brother called today, and Grandpa Xiaolan passed away. I might have to go back and deal with it. She likes grandpa so much that she will definitely go back, but the exam is coming soon. We must not tell her and let her concentrate on her studies. " Hearing this, I knocked on the door. It is Xiaolan who opens the door. I went to her house and she looked very happy. We went to her room and talked for a long time. But I seem to know a big secret, and I am a little absent-minded. I tried to control it, but Xiaolan didn't see it.

We talked for a while, then I went home. On the way, I struggled psychologically from time to time. Should I tell Xiaolan? She is my best friend, but … now I'm buzzing around like a bee without a goal, and finally I fly home. I lay in bed and thought about it carefully, and decided not to tell Xiaolan, which was also for her own good. Now I have realized that it is not easy to be a parent.

A few days later, Xiaolan called me and said that her mother had gone back to her hometown to do business, and now her father and her are the only ones at home. I also understand that parents may neglect their parents for their children. Xiaolan's parents touched me. No, what impressed me more was their hearts. Makes me feel extremely warm.

Warmth is not material giving, but touching your heart. There are many setbacks and hardships on the road of life. Whether you are lonely or not, don't forget those who bring you warmth.

I remember it was a weekend in early spring, and the cold wind was rustling. I brought a box of exquisite cakes to visit my aunt who was ill in hospital.

I got on the bus to the hospital. The bus is like a full jar, and I am very crowded. At this point, the box of cakes representing my heart has become my biggest burden. I tried my best to lift the box above my head to relieve the pressure from all directions. There are more and more people in the carriage, and my sense of "worry" is getting heavier and heavier. If this box of exquisite cakes is "processed" into pastry dregs, how can I express my mind?

Seeing my sad face, the conductor magically took out a small hook and hung the cake in my hand. When I was liberated, I turned my troubles into happiness. I look at the hook that is not very delicate, and my heart is warm. When the passengers saw it, they all nodded in praise.

After several stops, an old man with silver hair came over, with a cake box in his hand. Needless to ask, you must have gone to visit relatives and friends. In the carriage with only one foot space, grandpa held the cake carefully, and a fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. The conductor was embarrassed, and obviously there were no extra hooks. Looking at grandpa, I hesitated. Let me go. What about my cake? No, what about grandpa? After a period of ideological struggle, I took down my cake box. "Grandpa, please hang the cake here!" Grandpa's eyebrows spread, and the wrinkles on his face smiled. I lifted the cake box again, but my mood was extremely relaxed.

"Come on, I'll get it for you." The words sound just fell and a tall uncle stretched out his arm. "This is ..." "Nothing, I'm tall." My uncle's sincere and simple words touched my heart and I handed him the cake.

At this time, a ray of warm sunshine shines through the window, into the carriage, into the crowd, into my heart, and my heart is warm.

Warm composition 5 "Wow-"I unfolded the crumpled paper, and the bright red 79 points looked so dazzling in the sun.

79 points, what does it mean for a student who has never exceeded 70 points? I keep asking myself. The teacher's disappointed expression lingered in front of my eyes, and my heart seemed to fall into the bottomless abyss in the noise of my classmates. Helpless eyes can't find a glimmer of light until after school, tears flow unscrupulously.

Walking on the way home, the sky seems to be covered with a gray shadow. The car sped by, and the bird parked on the branch screamed and flew away. I seem to be pushed forward by the crowd.

When I finally got home, I locked myself in the house. I can't get rid of my depression in any case. I grabbed the test paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. Without saying a word, I looked at the gray sky outside the window, and it was getting darker and darker. Tears kept pouring out.

"It doesn't matter." I don't know when my mother stood behind me. "Really, only those who have failed know what success is." I believe this is just a small mistake of yours. " "

Mother put a cup of warm water in my hand, closed the door and went out. I am still silent, but the ice in my heart has melted quietly and I have no interest.

I looked up, and a ray of golden sunshine tore a hole in the shadow, poured it down and shone on my face, and then the shadow receded, giving the earth a sunny day.

I picked up the paper and unfolded it gently.

Every time I am alone, there will always be a figure in my mind, thinking of her rough but warm big hands and pulling me up when I fall; Think of her gentle voice and call my name over and over again; Think of her thin but always hug my body when I am sad; Thinking of the warmth she left in my memory, she was my grandmother who grew up with me when I was a child.

"I'm back!" I went into the house and put my schoolbag on the sofa. A ray of sunshine came in through the window. My eyes turned to a blue apron hanging quietly on the kitchen wall with this ray of sunshine, and my memory went back to an afternoon many years ago.

When I was a child, I stood in the kitchen, watching my grandmother's back cooking in a hurry, turning with a spatula in my hand, and waves of tempting meat fragrance filled the kitchen. "Grandma, is the food ready? I'm starving! " I asked greedily. "good! Ok! " Grandma came out with food in a blue apron. As soon as the dish was put down, I couldn't help taking a bite. "You greedy cat!" Grandma smiled and nodded my forehead. "No way, who told grandma to cook so delicious!" "I ran to grandma's arms like a coquetry and said. The sunshine outside the window shines on grandma, and her silver hair shines slightly under the sunshine. The wrinkles in the corner of our eyes seem to be deeper, and our laughter echoes in the air. ...

I came to my senses and looked at the blue apron. My eyes are slightly red. Grandma died for so many years, and I haven't eaten her cooking for so many years. Suddenly I miss the blue piece in my memory, so I miss it! "Grandma, is the dish ready?" I seem to see a little girl standing behind an old man in a blue apron, quietly waiting for the old man to cook in the sun. The old man smiled and responded: "All right, all right!" It seems to ring in my ear, but I know I will never hear it again. ...

What a warm word this is! There are only a few organizations among thousands of people in Qian Qian. This is the collective! The warmth brought by the collective is self-evident.

Once again, the school held a sports meeting, and all the teachers and students of the school should participate. When my classmates and I came to school in high spirits, the sports meeting had already started, and the scene was very lively!

Look, the shot put competition over there is in full swing. "Wow, it's really far, almost 30 meters!" ""Gee, I only threw 10 meters away. If I want to throw, I must throw at least 20 meters! " I commented happily.

At this time, a soft voice sounded on the radio: "The track and field competition will begin immediately, please get ready for the athletes." I patted my forehead. Oh, I almost forgot, I'm going to take part in a running race! By the time I got to the game site, the game had already started. Watching my classmates "fly" like a string, I can't help worrying about myself.

It's my turn I ran 400 meters. The whistle sounded and I rushed out in desperation. All I can hear is the howling wind. Soon, a runner caught up and we chased each other. When I was only 50 meters away from the finish line, I fell down and only won the third place.

Looking at the shame I brought to the class, I cried with tears. At this time, all my classmates came to comfort me: "Don't cry, we don't blame you." "Try harder next time, come on!" I am very touched to see my classmates comforting me so intimately. There is a warm current flowing all over my body. I know it is brought by the warmth of the group. I feel that this "big family" is so United and warm!

Collective warmth will give people unlimited strength!

Every time I see that scar on my foot, I will think of that wonderful time-although this scar will stay on my foot forever, the bread here contains the sincere heart of a classmate and makes me feel the warmth of the group. Back in time to the fourth grade, on that day, the third class finally ended, and the students all went to the canteen to buy food. After buying the meal, I hurried to the dormitory with the meal in my hand. Running too fast, I tripped over the steps on the stairs. Not only did the food spill all over the floor, but also my foot was hurt. Blood flows directly to the bottom. Seeing this, the students all came to help me. The monitor took me to the infirmary to see my foot injury. When I bandaged my foot injury, the food spilled all over the floor just now had been cleaned up. At this time, I was confused. My food is gone, and I am hungry today. The monitor seemed to see through my mind and gave me the food I didn't eat. As soon as the students saw it, they all gave me their food at once. Soon, the food in front of me was as high as a hill. I was moved to tears by the sincere hearts of my classmates, and I was moved to tears by the warmth of the group. These tears formed a warm current of love, flowing in my heart.

With the first roar of the cold wave, winter has come.

When winter comes, there will always be a little rain. Since he came, the weather has gradually turned cold. This is before the leaves fall out, a small number of faded leaves hang on the branches alone, just like the last light at night, slowly and slowly weakening.

The fish in the pond also hid, and the pond was covered with a strong coat, shining silver in the sun. But at night, it was just a kind of silence, without the ups and downs of the "moonlight song" a long time ago.

But winter will give you warmth.

Winter brings bird migration to the south, but not all the birds fly away. When you were on the road, you suddenly saw a group of sparrows flying around and pecking at you. It's warm to see such a small life with you in winter.

The sunshine in summer and autumn is too strong, so people who are afraid of heat hide at home, while the sunshine in winter is very soft, like a warm water bag, which makes people can't help coming out to bask in the sun. You are no exception. On the road, people wear warm clothes, wearing warm clothes, talking and laughing while walking. It's warm to see so many people walking with you.

It's snowing and it's still raging. Open your sleepy eyes, open the window of the house, fluffy white snow falls on your hands and becomes warm water. The outside has been turned into a beautiful world by winter clothes: the trees are covered with silver and the ground is covered with white clouds. What a wonderful fairyland! Children also have snowball fights. Looking at their happy smiles, you feel warm.

It's the New Year! This is the most relaxing day for people. Every family sticks couplets and hangs auspicious photos. This intense red color is mixed with white snow. "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season", but when I got home, the family sat together, so lively! Watching this scene, you feel warm.

You feel very warm this winter.

Warm Junior Two Composition 10 Mom is our caring arm, and the word mom echoes in my mind infinitely, because mom has paid too much for us. My mother has always protected me and cared about me. I have countless words to say to my mother: my mother is like a lotus leaf. When the storm comes, she will stretch out her arms to shelter me from the wind and rain. No matter how difficult and dangerous it is, she will cover for me and even lose her precious life.

My mother is like a pearl, always teaching me how to study and how to be a man, warning me from time to time and reminding me.

Mother is the one who gave birth to us and raised us. My mother gives me little surprises in my life from time to time and will share joys and sorrows with us.

Mom, she is like an umbrella in your life, always protecting us and loving us. Since I was a child, she has protected me many times, many times, and several times I almost lost my name. I remember those times: I thought of it here, because of those times, I cried rather reluctantly. My mother hugged me back with her warmth and reported me tightly when I reached the top of the world. My mother always said: teach my children quickly, it's so hard. When someone took me away, my mother suddenly fainted; Thought of here, my heart is. I feel sad, miserable and guilty. Why don't I understand? Oh, forget it, but I want to tell you a secret. Some time ago, my mother lost face for me; Mother worries about me day and night. A white figure appeared on the comb from time to time. That's because I feel guilty inside. Why don't I study hard? My mother is as happy about my absence as before. I know I didn't study hard, which led to my mother's behavior. I regret it. I can't worry my mother now. I can't wash my skin any more. From now on, I must study hard. If my mother doesn't give me warmth, I will study hard again.

Mom, after all you have done for me, what have I done for you?

Warm the second grade composition 1 1 "wow, wow ...".

The sky suddenly began to rain as big as beans. I hurried to run, thinking as I ran: Why is it so unlucky today? Hardly had I got off the bus when it began to rain heavily. It is still so far from home, and it has become so cold. I shuddered at once and I was very disappointed.

I looked at the road, but I didn't even see anyone, only the car speeding in the rain, which was extremely fast, as if something was chasing behind.

At this time, the wind blew again and it was dark. It never rains but it pours. The "whirring" wind also rustled the leaves on the tree, and I was even more afraid. I just want to run quickly and go home quickly.

After running for a long time, I feel that the road home today is so long that it seems to be endless. Gradually, I was exhausted and couldn't run any more. I let the raindrops as big as beans hit me, and the raindrops hit my face like needles.

I lowered my head and silently watched my feet walk.

Suddenly, I bumped into a warm embrace, and the rich fragrance full of maternal love flooded into my nose, so familiar.

I looked up and it was my mother! I hugged her tightly and asked, "Mom, why are you here?" My mother smiled and said to me, "silly child, of course my mother gave you an umbrella."

There is a warm current in my heart.

I took my mother's rough hand and walked to our warm harbor. ...

I felt my mother's deep love.

It turns out that warmth is so simple.

Warm second-grade composition 12 A kind word makes people warm for a long time; A caring action makes people warm for a long time; An understanding look makes people warm for a long time ... but in a series of forms, it makes me feel warm and fills the world with warmth. I like the warm feeling!

However, this is a warm word. Say hello to your hard-working aunt or uncle when you buy something. After shopping, you should say thank you politely. However, if you need your aunt or uncle to climb up and get what you want, you must say something thoughtful, such as: pay attention. However, just a few words can keep people warm for a long time. What about us?

Usually pay more attention to saying some polite words, some considerate words and some warm words, which can make people feel concerned and warm. However, this is a warm action. When someone falls, lend a helping hand, when someone is short of water, hand over his pen ... These are just a few simple actions, but they can keep people warm for a long time, and then usually help those in need and do some' helping' actions, which makes people feel caring. However, some warm actions can enhance friendly relations between people.

This is a warm look, but the eyes are the windows to the soul. We can express our inner feelings to others through our own eyes. We care, care, care and help others ... but these eyes can make people around us feel warm, make our life more perfect and make all people feel warm. I like the warm feeling, and I will try my best to make more people feel warm and make the whole world full of warm breath.

Life is like a long journey, and we are like walkers, traveling all over the country and feeling the world. In such an unknown journey, I will always meet some people and experience some things, so that my weather-beaten heart can feel a little warmth.

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Primary school to middle school is the first turning point in my life. Because I met you, my dear best friend, my life started a new journey.

Golden September, when I was still immersed in the happiness of the holiday, the new semester has quietly come to me.

In the new class, there is no familiar smiling face, the learning atmosphere is getting more and more tense and the academic pressure is getting bigger and bigger. These sudden changes make me more and more helpless.

In a trance, a pair of warm hands held my cold hands, just like meeting the bright sunshine in a dark cave. I looked up, and your black eyes were as clear and bright as a mountain spring, reflecting your beauty. In this way, we met.

The morning light is dim and the books in the classroom are loud. The original good mood was disturbed by the gloomy test paper, and the bright red score looked so dazzling that I finally couldn't control my sad mood and cried. A handkerchief suddenly appeared before my eyes. "Come on, wipe it, don't cry." . I looked up at you with tears in my eyes. You patted me on the shoulder and said, "Never mind, try harder next time and do well in the exam." A warm current welled up in my heart, wiped my tears and responded to you with a firm smile: "Yeah!" .

The wind is blowing naughtily in the bamboo forest, playing with bamboo leaves and making a rustling sound. With the passage of time, I found you-my sun. You brought me warmth, support and strength, and made me feel the beauty of life. In the journey of life, because of your company, it is a different kind of warmth.

A ray of sunshine outside the window shines through the curtain, and my hand is warm, and a familiar warm current is passed to my hand.

Then, I remembered the silence of the winter night, the cold wind that seemed to be everywhere, the fuzzy lights, and the warmth in my hand. ...

Winter nights always come early, and bus No.5 comes late. It was already dark when we arrived at the main station. I caught the last bus home and gradually walked home, getting closer and closer to home, but getting colder and colder, which made me feel confused for a while.

When the bus arrived at the station, I saw my father waiting to pick me up at a glance. He stood by the roadside, rubbing his hands. Under the street lamp, the already red face is redder.

He saw me, waved, then took out a coat from the trunk of the motorcycle and put it on for me, and put it on himself. The night in late winter is always accompanied by a layer of green fog floating on the road, which makes people feel a little cold. On the road, it is a painting, in which it is a dark night, and the motorcycle in the middle of the road is low-headed, with the lights on. There is a father and son in the car. Although my father wore a helmet and gloves, the cold fog still soaked his collar. The cold wind penetrated through the gap in his gloves and made him tremble with cold. The son hid behind him, buried his head deeply in his father's clothes and hugged him tightly ... On a dark night, the moon and stars hidden in warm clouds were the background.

I hid behind him-a little less cold space, feeling warm and gurgling into my hand. I don't think this is just heat transfer. But I don't want to think too much, I just want to hold it tighter-and give my father a little warmth.

Now, this sunshine reminds me that warmth has passed between my father and me, now and forever!

Warm Junior Two Composition 15 In this beautiful world, I have spent twelve spring, summer, autumn and winter, and many people have helped me in these twelve years. Among them, what impressed me the most was a little thing that happened when I first entered junior high school.

The last class on Friday morning is physical education class. After this class, the students are already hungry. When we got back to class and were ready to enjoy a hearty lunch, we found that the lunch box was empty! What's going on here?

Just when all of us were puzzled, Li Xueqi, who was on sick leave in this class, leaned out of the window and smiled shyly at everyone and said, "Let's go in!" What's going on here?

We all walked into the classroom. Ah! I saw 39 lunch boxes neatly placed on each classmate's desk, with a wet tissue on it. Now I understand everything: It turned out that Li Xueqi helped her classmates put lunch boxes on everyone's desks when she was in physical education class.

"Hey, you are really good!"

"Thank you for helping us eat!" The students all praised her.

At this moment, Miss Wang came into the classroom: "Students, do you know who put your lunch box where?" "Li Xueqi!" Everyone said with one voice. The teacher smiled approvingly. "Yes, it's Li Xueqi who helped you put away your lunch box, everyone ..." The words sound just fell and he was drowned out by waves of applause from the students. ...

I looked down at the box lunch, and in an instant, a feeling came from my heart! This box lunch is full of Li Xueqi's love for her classmates!

Through this incident, the students have become more caring. As long as the students who are on sick leave, such as Xin and Wang Jinghong ... there is no one who does not help the students with their meals and lunch boxes. I even wish I could get sick once and give my love to my classmates. ...