Write a 400-word essay around warmth

1. Write a 400-word essay around warmth

1. Warmth can be felt everywhere in the world: what makes the ice disappear, the cold wind weakens, and turns into willow leaves? Turn into sunshine? It's spring.

It makes us feel warm. What allows people to find direction in darkness and see hope in confusion? It's sunshine.

It makes us feel warm. What allows people in despair to see light and hope in difficulties? It's love.

Because of love, we feel warmth. Fighting the blizzard, why did you rain it on our way home? And why is there no sign of stopping? You are the embodiment of beauty, and the scene you create is a wonder of heaven and earth. However, at this year's end, facing you who only meet once in fifty years, how many people still want to appreciate you? You became a devil, and we saw you with a ferocious face, exposed fangs, and danced wildly in the air.

You work together with low temperatures, hard ice, and frozen fish. You devour our warmth, block our way forward, collapse many transmission towers, and freeze and burst the water pipes that sustain our lives. . Snow, you are falling on our hearts! "We must send everyone home for the New Year", "roads, power supply, and peace of mind", love can melt ice. The Prime Minister came to us twice, to the station, to the farmer's market, to the families of the martyrs, and expressed his The heavy and warm care was given to us personally.

Love makes us feel warm. The candle shines deep in the mountains to light the torch of knowledge on the most rugged mountain road, and holds the little hands of children studying on the edge of the loneliest cliff. 19 years of poverty, perseverance and hard work have accumulated into fertile ground for the spirit, allowing hope to sprout.

Li Guilin and Lu Jianfen, the couple who moved China in 2008, have been teaching and educating people on the cliff of the canyon at an altitude of 2,800 meters for 18 years, sowing the seeds of knowledge in the Yi people. It is they who hold up a blue sky for education in remote mountainous areas. It is they who give true love and make lonely children feel warmth.

Love is like a tide. When the hands of the demonic shock tear open the chest of the earth, the collapse of tall buildings, the cracks of other places, and the bombardment of huge rocks are rolling towards Wenchuan... At this heart-wrenching moment, we The Prime Minister is here, our troops are here, and support from all directions is here. The love that gathered from all rivers came... Love poured in like a tide, making people in the disaster area feel the warmth of love.

Without spring, there would be no warmth of the earth; without sunshine, there would be no warmth of days; without love, there would be no warmth of the world. Love is the ultimate nourishment of all life, and love is the nourishment that can save all loneliness and darkness.

As long as there is love, life will not be fragile. As long as there is love, life will not be lonely.

As long as there is love, we will feel warmth. 2. 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 cold people to feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, allowing people to It is sweet to people with dry mouth.

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 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 away.

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 heart that is as hot as fire. 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. 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, making people who are cold feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, making the mouth dry People with dry tongue find it 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.

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 piece of 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 in this moment.

At this time, a warm current surged into my heart, snow.

2. Write a 400-word essay around warmth

1. Warmth can be felt everywhere in the world: what makes the ice disappear, the cold wind weakens, and turns into willow leaves? Turn into sunshine? It's spring.

It makes us feel warm. What allows people to find direction in darkness and see hope in confusion? It's sunshine.

It makes us feel warm. What allows people in despair to see light and hope in difficulties? It's love.

Because of love, we feel warmth. Fighting the Blizzard Snow, why did you fall on our way home? And why is there no sign of stopping? You are the embodiment of beauty, and the scene you create is a wonder of heaven and earth. However, at this year's end, facing you who only meet once in fifty years, how many people still want to appreciate you? You became a devil, and we saw you with a ferocious face, exposed fangs, and danced wildly in the air.

You work together with low temperatures, hard ice, and frozen fish. You devour our warmth, block our way forward, collapse many transmission towers, and freeze and burst the water pipes that sustain our lives. . Snow, you are falling on our hearts! "We must send everyone home for the New Year", "roads, power supply, and peace of mind", love can melt ice. The Prime Minister came to us twice, to the station, to the farmer's market, to the families of the martyrs, and expressed his The heavy and warm care was given to us personally.

Love makes us feel warm. The candle shines deep in the mountains, lighting the torch of knowledge on the rugged mountain road, and holding the little hands of children studying on the edge of the loneliest cliff. 19 years of poverty, perseverance and hard work have accumulated into fertile ground for the spirit, allowing hope to sprout.

Li Guilin and Lu Jianfen, the couple who moved China in 2008, have been teaching and educating people on the cliff of the canyon at an altitude of 2,800 meters for 18 years, sowing the seeds of knowledge in the Yi people. It is they who hold up a blue sky for education in remote mountainous areas. It is they who give true love and make lonely children feel warmth.

Love is like a tide. When the hands of the demonic shock tear open the chest of the earth, the collapse of tall buildings, the cracks of other places, and the bombardment of huge rocks are rolling towards Wenchuan... At this heart-wrenching moment, we The Prime Minister is here, our troops are here, and support from all directions is here. The love that gathered from all rivers came... Love poured in like a tide, making people in the disaster area feel the warmth of love.

Without spring, there would be no warmth of the earth; without sunshine, there would be no warmth of days; without love, there would be no warmth of the world. Love is the ultimate nourishment of all life, and love is the nourishment that can save all loneliness and darkness.

As long as there is love, life will not be fragile. As long as there is love, life will not be lonely.

As long as there is love, we will feel warmth. 2. 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 cold people to feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, allowing people to It is sweet to people with dry mouth.

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 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 piece of 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 in 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 heart that is as hot as fire. 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. 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, making people who are cold feel the heat on their faces; warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, making the mouth dry People with dry tongue find it 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.

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 piece of 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.

3. Write an essay 500 around the word warmth

Warmth is a cup of hot tea in winter; warmth is a match in the dark night; warmth is an umbrella in the rain.

One day, I went to the supermarket to buy things. As I was walking, it suddenly began to rain heavily. I covered my head with my hands while running through the heavy rain.

When I finally arrived at the supermarket, I was soaked to the skin. After buying what I wanted to buy, I turned around and left. Not far out of the supermarket, a car sped past me and splashed mud and water all over me. It really made things worse! I was so anxious that tears fell down.

All this was seen by a middle-aged man. He walked up to me and asked with concern: "My child, are you okay? Go hide under the umbrella!" I seemed to have caught something. Seeing a life-saving straw, he hurriedly hid in his umbrella. We waded through the water in the road, and my uncle chatted with me as we walked.

"Child, why do you come out alone in such heavy rain?" He asked me with a smile. "I didn't expect it to rain so heavily. Thank you so much."

My voice is not loud. "Thank you for what? You are about the same age as my child."

His big hand took my little hand. His kind smile and kind words made me feel warm.

After a while, I arrived home. When I wanted to say goodbye to him, the uncle had already turned around and rushed into the heavy rain. At night, I lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I thought: Life is full of warmth. If you accept the warmth given to you by others, you should also pass on this warmth to others. In this way, the world will be better.

4. Write an essay around the word "nuan" 500

Warmth

Warmth is a cup of hot tea in winter; warmth is a match in the night; warmth It is an umbrella in the rain.

One day, I went to the supermarket to buy things. As I was walking, it suddenly began to rain heavily. I covered my head with my hands while running through the heavy rain. When I finally got to the supermarket, I was soaked to the skin. After buying what I wanted to buy, I turned around and left. Not far out of the supermarket, a car sped past me and splashed mud and water all over me. It really made things worse! I was so anxious that tears fell down.

All this was seen by a middle-aged man. He walked up to me and asked with concern: "My child, are you okay? Go hide under the umbrella!" I seemed to have caught something. Seeing a life-saving straw, he hurriedly hid in his umbrella.

We were wading in the water on the road, and my uncle was chatting with me as we walked.

"Child, why do you come out alone in such a heavy rain?" He asked me with a smile.

"I didn't expect it to rain so heavily. Thank you so much." My voice was not loud.

"What are you thankful for? You are about the same age as my child." His big hand took my little hand.

His kind smile and kind words made me feel warm. After a while, I arrived home. When I wanted to say goodbye to him, the uncle had already turned around and rushed into the heavy rain.

At night, I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. I thought: Life is full of warmth. If you accept the warmth given to you by others, you should also pass on this warmth to others. Only in this way will the world become a better place. Even more beautiful!

5. A 600-word composition based on the word "nuan"

The sunshine is so warm

The warm sunshine gives people a warm mood. I don’t know since when, the definition of “nuannuan” in my heart is sunshine. Until I listened to "Nuan Nuan" by Liang Jingru - "Actually, you are very good, but you don't know it. Sincerely treat me well without asking for anything in return..."

Nuan Nuan also has the definition of happiness. .

When I entered junior high school, weekends were so busy and intense that there seemed to be no time left. I have been accustomed to the life pattern of "home-school-art training" and "three o'clock makes a difference", but my father suddenly said, take me to fly a kite today!

Well, the weather is nice and the sun is nice. Go ahead.

In the sky above Century Square, there are already colorful kites flying up and down, vying to compete with each other. My kite is clean and flawless. Through the white rice paper, I can even see the sun hanging high in the sky.

I was pulling the thread, and my father was responsible for taking up the thread. The division of labor was clear and he was very busy. In the blink of an eye, the kite flew into the sky with great swagger. "Be careful! Look, it's about to fall. Pull the line quickly! Pull!" "Dad, the line is too short. Let it go, it won't fly high if you don't let it go!"

My eyes almost narrowed. Seam, struggling to look at the kite hanging in the air. At this moment, my father simply let go and let me handle it. I pull the line and let it fly. Look at my father sitting on the chair, enjoying the warm sunshine!

"The sunshine is so nice! It feels very warm when it shines on me." Dad smiled.

"The sunshine is so bad! It makes me unable to open my eyes." I made a playful remark.

Unexpectedly, my father quickly took off his sunglasses and ran over and hung them on the bridge of my nose. I pulled the thread and ran in the square. The sun and wind blended together and blended on my face.

I feel an indescribable sense of comfort.

After I got home, my father showed me a photo: I was wearing my father’s big sunglasses, holding the string in my hand, looking at the kite in the sky, grinning, and smiling wantonly. .

Mom said, today on my face, I saw long-lost kisses from the sun, like a flower, blooming on my face.

I said: "That's because the sun is so warm."

6. A warm composition of 400 words

Friends, when you were sick, did your mother Hastily delivered a bowl of hot soup to warm your heart; does it encourage you with its kind eyes when you encounter setbacks, making your mood warm; does this warm maternal love always keep you warm? Where is your body and mind? When I was a child, my mother often told me this story: a mother who had just given birth was both excited and nervous.

Maybe it’s because I’m a mother for the first time! She heard others say that children can only sleep with their heads flat since infancy. So, for many days and nights, as soon as the mother noticed that the child's head moved, she would turn the child's head flat.

Over the past few months, dark circles have covered the mother’s eyes. The weight also dropped by more than ten kilograms.

But she was always tired of trying to trick her, but she never tired of it. She often sat in front of the window and sang lullabies to her children, and promised to take her to the amusement park and ice skating after the child was born... Something unexpected happened, and one day the mother was singing to her child in front of the window as usual. "Bang!" There was a clear cracking sound, and the glass in front of the window cracked. The mother was hit by the flying glass, and her stomach suddenly began to hurt violently. Then, the baby in her hands also fell to the ground.

Her family immediately sent her and the child to the hospital. It turned out that the mother was stabbed in the back by the glass and had obvious fractures. The child also fell to the ground and may have serious brain problems. When the mother heard the bad news, her lips trembled. The only thing she said was: Child, I want my child... Of course the doctor disagreed. Both mother and child were injured, how could they be treated together? ? What if I get infected? However, the mother insisted on taking her child for treatment.

Only 15 days later, mother and child were basically recovered. The doctors all said excitedly: "I have witnessed a miracle with my own eyes!" This story sounds like Andersen's fairy tale.

I asked my mother what happened to the child later. My mother smiled and said, "Do you think your head is not working well?" Suddenly, my heart felt warm and tears flowed from my eyes. It turned out that this great mother belonged to me.

And now I am still embraced by that warm maternal love...

7. 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 was like fire.

After she carefully cleared 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 piece of 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 in 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 heart that is as hot as fire. 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, 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, my mother has a heavy burden. 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 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! --------------------------------------------------------.

8. 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 are the warm moments, which embody 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, and 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 a song 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 seemed that my worries were unnecessary.

There was no sewage splashed where the car passed, but the warm smile of the car owner was 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.

9. 400-word essay on warmth

Warmth

The flowery childhood quietly disappeared, and the prosperous and prosperous years came. In this change In the process, we have all experienced a lot, but among this mountain-like pile of experiences, there is only one thing that makes me feel warm, and that is a trivial matter in life.

I was in the second grade that year, and the innocent children’s voices were still there, and the laughter was floating in the air. It was a summer morning, we were reading early, and suddenly there was a sound in our ears. Chirping, this is an escape drill, everyone swarmed out, you squeezed me, I squeezed yours, the thin me was squeezed down by this surging crowd, I was in great pain, but I could only sit on the ground and endure the pain , when I was at a loss, a pair of warm hands helped me up, but I couldn't walk, so she squatted down and carried me on her back. In this way, she slowly carried me back to the classroom, her clothes already soaked with sweat. She was wet. On this hot day, I could clearly see beads of sweat dripping down her forehead.

She is my class teacher. It was her warm hands that I felt when I was helpless, and it was her broad back that made me feel warm.

The soaked clothes are imprinted in the depths of my memory. The drops of sweat dripped into my childhood and my heart. Let them dry with the wind and slowly become The memories, that warmth, I will never forget.

10. How to write an essay of about 600 words around "warmth"

I also wrote it, I wrote: hot water bottle

Content Well. . There was only one hot water bottle in my house, and the weather was cold. I didn’t know how to tell the difference. Dad stuffed the hot water bottle into my bed, and I felt a little bit warm. . . (Moved)

This is not cliché. .

Beginning:

The weather is getting colder. Although the quilt is thick at night, as soon as I get into the bed, I feel a chill coming to my body. It seems that I need to use warm water. Bag.

Ending: From this incident, I understand a truth: adults love me, and I must love adults too.

From now on, I will humbly accept criticism from adults and work hard to correct it; I will consider adults when eating good food; when adults are sick, I will help my father carry water. I also want to save up my own change and buy a hot water bottle for my dad.

My composition is not very good either, (crying)

555~ Postmaster, let me start Withdrawn.

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Floating past~