It was very warm that winter.

In life, work and study, everyone has written a composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. So have you ever studied composition? Below is my warm composition in winter. Welcome to share.

It was a warm winter. My heart was warm in that cold winter.

It's already night, and there are few pedestrians on the street. At this time, people should get together for dinner at home with a smile, while I am walking alone in the street. A cold wind blew, which made me shudder and reminded me of what had just happened.

Originally, our family got together for dinner happily, but my father suddenly asked about my grades. I didn't do well in the exam this time and answered my father's words truthfully. Then my father's smiling face froze and his face changed instantly. He shouted at me loudly, "What's the matter with you? It's outrageous to get such a small score in the exam. Look at you, and look at your uncle's children. How strong their learning ability is. Why don't you learn from him? " Do you want to go to school? I tell you, if you don't want to go, come back quickly, lest ... "Dad's words were interrupted by me before he finished. I dropped my chopsticks on the table and said, "If you don't get them, you won't get them. "Then he rushed out of the house and slammed the door when he left.

In this way, I am in the present situation. I am walking alone in the street, looking at few pedestrians and snow, thinking: Dad has gone too far, and he still needs grades and compares me with others, so he can't let me eat well. "Ouch," I slipped. "What a terrible night." I hurt my knee, bleeding and hurting. I limped to a step and sat there. At this time, I had some regrets and wanted to go back, but on second thought, my father would blame me when I went back, which made me give up the idea of going back. The biting wind is blowing, which makes me a little cold and unbearable. Finally, I decided that I would go home and return to that warm home. I stood up with difficulty and limped home.

When I got home, two familiar and vague figures appeared in my field of vision. I quickened my pace and looked at it carefully. Isn't this my parents? I forgot the pain and ran over and hugged them immediately. "You this child, your father just said a few words you won't go home. It can't be like this in the future. " I nodded hard. At this time, snow-white flakes floated down from the air and landed in our home. Although the weather is very cold, my heart is warm. "Oh, it hurts!" My wound is bleeding again. My mother looked at it and said, "What's the matter? It's bleeding. Go into the house quickly and I'll prescribe some medicine for you. " After that, they helped me into this warm home.

It was cold that winter, but I was warm.

It was a warm winter. The biting cold wind swept the earth like a roaring lion, blowing the tree from side to side, making my mother and I tremble, freezing the leaves of the tree and forming a thick frost. It was very cold that winter. ...

"Hey, how come no company is willing to repair the air conditioner!" Mom put the phone down in disappointment and sighed, "How can I live here? It is impossible to warm the air conditioner in such a cold day. " I am also very disappointed. I sat on the sofa in frustration, watching my mother make one phone call after another. After a long time, my mother suddenly told me in surprise: "Finally, someone came to repair the air conditioner. He will arrive in half an hour! "

Ding-Ding Dong-Dong, the doorbell rang in the room. My mother and I were very excited and thought we were finally looking forward to it. I saw him wearing a dark blue suit and carrying an oversized toolbox in his hand. After entering the door, he changed his shoe covers and untied the scarf around his face. The breath in the mouth instantly turned into white smoke. On his dark face, his cheeks and nose were red with cold.

He took off his gloves again, sighed at the palm of his hand, kept rubbing his chapped and calloused hands and asked, "Which air conditioner is broken?" My mother and I pointed to the air conditioner in the living room, and he walked onto the balcony with a heavy toolbox. I saw him skillfully fasten his seat belt, turn out of the window and lie prone on the wall. Unfortunately, at this time, it began to snow lightly. The cold snow hit him mercilessly and he couldn't help shivering. I saw that he carefully opened the shell of the outdoor unit, and his hands were stiff and swollen by the biting cold wind. He breathed a sigh of relief in his hand again and continued to do his homework. He checked it over and over again on the outdoor machine, as if he had found the reason. He put his head in again, changed a part and finally achieved great success.

When he returned to the balcony, there was a thick layer of snowflakes on his head, face and body, and his face and hands became more and more red with cold. "Air conditioning capacitor is broken, I have changed it for you. It should be all right now. 30 yuan, "he replied as he wiped the snow from his face. "Master, thank you very much. Please accept this fifty yuan, "his mother forced him. "If you hadn't come to repair it in time, we wouldn't know how to get through this winter." "No," he only took thirty yuan. "Don't give me so much. This is the service we deserve, "he replied with a simple and honest smile.

Master, I'm really sorry to bother you. Looking at his distant back, a warm current welled up in my heart. This winter is really warm. ...

It was very warm that winter. Composition 3 "The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight". The quiet, distant and untouchable world written by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is so refreshing. I opened the Collection of Landscape Poetry, and the quiet landscapes painted by these writers always remind me of my simple, relaxed and interesting childhood.

I still remember when I was a child, my grandmother always put out two chairs in the yard, one big and one small, and took me to sit in the yard to enjoy the cool. I'm covered in toilet water, but there are still annoying mosquitoes buzzing around my ears. Grandma shook a big cattail leaf fan made of bamboo leaves and fanned it around me to drive away those annoying mosquitoes. But sometimes it is inevitable to be caught, and the small round hand scratches on the meat arm and leg. When grandma saw it, she would immediately pinch out a thick leaf from the small garden next to her and grind it hard where I was bitten by mosquitoes. I don't think Panax notoginseng leaves are useful. I always want to wipe off the sticky juice by hand, but these little moves will always be discovered by my grandmother at the first time and stopped in time. I had to lie on grandma's lap again. Grandma's big cattail leaf fan shook, and waves of gentle Xia Feng brushed my ear; Insects in the grass bark, and the sound of insects accompanies me to sleep; The smile on grandma's face overflowed, and the rough palm caressed my face lovingly. I want to go back to that quiet summer night.

A sunny afternoon is also a treasure in my memory.

I lay on the spacious big bed, wrapped in a quilt and rolled comfortably on the bed. At this time, the orange cat on the eaves also lowered its body and had a big stretch in the sunshine. The sun shines on my bed through sparse leaves and branches. Grandma sewed something with a sewing machine in the sun, and her hands were busy, urging me to get up. I had more fun in bed. Grandma smiled from ear to ear when she saw me like this. I want to go back to that carefree afternoon.

If there is an opportunity, I really want to go back to that childhood that haunted me and snuggle up to my grandmother like a child.

My eyes gradually refocused on this collection of poems, and my wandering thoughts were immediately brought back to reality. Fingertips seem to have the residual heat of grandma's body temperature and the dryness of the sun. The smile on her face became stiff, and I couldn't help feeling deeply.