Campus composition with the theme of warmth

Warm as a torch, melting my knotty heart; Warm as a gentle breeze, wiping away my sad tears; Warm as a spring, nourishing my dry heart; Warm as snow, buried my confused thoughts. I cherish all these tender feelings in a corner of my heart. But every summer vacation, a kind of warmth will come to mind.

It was a summer night five years ago. I took a bath alone as usual, and my mother was preparing for the exam for a few days. Suddenly, I accidentally fell into a slippery bathtub, and my right face just got stuck in the shampoo bottle. When my mother heard the crash and ran to the bathroom, my right face and the side of the bathtub were covered with deep red blood, and even the little frog shampoo bottle that stabbed me in the face was covered with blood.

My mother quickly helped me up, put a band-aid on me, and hurried me to the hospital without saying anything. After leaving home, because it was rush hour, there was no empty taxi at all. Mother was so anxious that she was sweating all over her palms. After only a short wait, my mother hugged me and ran to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor told his mother that if the wound was not treated in time, it would become a "black hole" in the future, and now minor surgery was needed. My mother came to comfort me as soon as she finished the formalities. She took my hand and said, "xx, don't be nervous. It's just a minor operation. I will always be with you. "

The operation began, and the doctor gave me local anesthesia and then stitched me up. I am so scared! But my mother has been touching me with warm hands and comforting me with kind words, saying, "Don't be afraid, it's just a minor operation. It will be fine." My mother looked at me calmly, which made me feel a little comforted and let me put my fear behind me.

The anesthetic must have played a role during the operation. Although I just felt itchy on my face without any pain, I saw the needle in front of me out of the corner of my eye. I subconsciously held my mother's hand and felt the power of love.

After the operation, my mother's heart finally let go, but her hand was pinched purple by me. When I got home, my mother told me that she had asked for leave from home so that she could take good care of me. In the next few days, my mother cooked me a good meal every day, washed my face gently and helped me change clothes for fear of touching my wound. Under the meticulous care of my mother, my wound healed in a week.

Time flies, things have passed for a long time, but my mother's love will never pass with time, because this deep warmth has been deeply hidden in my heart. ...