Those works of warm times

In normal study, work and life, everyone will come into contact with composition to some extent. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). So how to write a general composition? The following is the warm time composition I collected for you for reference only. Let's have a look.

Those warm times 1 Those warm times are happy times with family members.

Those warm times are my mother's care for me. In the cold winter, I feel warm as soon as I enter the house. It turned out that my caring mother had turned on the heating for me in advance. A series of delicious steaming dishes have been put on the table. Although it is winter now, there are sweat on my mother's head, body and face. Mother's meticulous care, like a warm current in the cold wind, makes me feel warm.

Those warm times are dad's encouragement. Dad works late into the night every day to earn money to support his family. In the middle of the night, I am always awakened by the sound of my father going out. Although my father is not good at words, he can always encourage me when I am most vulnerable: "More, come on!" " ""Toto, you can do it! "... these words of encouragement have always inspired me and made me think about success and keep moving forward. Father's strong encouragement is like a piece of bread when I am hungry, which makes me feel warm.

Those warm times are all menstruation's nagging. At home, I can always hear my aunt's warm words: "Duo Duo, are you hungry?" Aunt cooked food for you, so you can't be hungry! "A lot, take a rest when you are tired of doing homework, and you can't be tired!" Toto ... these warm words have been accompanied by my growth. My aunt's nagging makes me feel as warm as the winter sunshine.

Home is a harbor of happiness, a sun in winter and a lighthouse in the dark. If you have a home, you will have warmth and happiness; Those times at home are warm times and happy times.

Those warm times Composition 2 I have a very good friend, her name is Vivi, and I spent many warm times with her.

I still remember that day, I went to an extracurricular composition class with Vivi, and I secretly hid some snacks such as biscuits, small milk tablets and adzuki beans in my schoolbag. You see, this time is no exception. The packet of biscuits is sticking out of the bag. I'll get these cookies out quickly. Should I eat them or keep them? Eat, but show, feel not enough; Keep it. I think I'll finish it before class. So what should we do? By the way, I can give it to Simon for safekeeping! So I won't keep talking about them.

"Simon, I brought some cookies. Eat after class! " "Yes, yes!" "It's just a small request." "Anyway, I will come to help you." I was relieved to see Simon's expression wrapped in my body. "Can you put these cookies in your place first, just for one class?" "What am I thinking? Don't worry, I won't steal food like you! " Simon Simon smiled and put the biscuit in his pocket.

Facts have proved that Vivi is a truly reliable friend. After class, I found Simon. Before I could speak, she opened her clenched fist and the four biscuits were hidden inside. "Look, I told you, I'm not as greedy as you." "Shh, keep your voice down. All the other students are here. We only have four biscuits. When they come for it, we won't be able to eat much! " "I know! You are a snack! " We secretly tore open the package and looked everywhere, but no one found it. We took out the biscuits, shrank our heads, and put them into the Indra in one gulp, but no one found them. We chew it slowly and then contain another one. Looking around, no one found anything unusual, and then they ate.

I looked at Simon and she had a good time. It seems that these cookies are sweeter and warmer than usual.

Good times are always unforgettable. Now, I also miss this warm time.

Those warm times Composition 3 What are the warm times in your life? For example, a pot of hot tea, a sweet cake, or a gathering of relatives and friends, you may feel the happiness and warmth at that moment, and I will feel it.

I remember one afternoon after school, I walked on the road with a seemingly light but heavy schoolbag on my back, and my tired steps slowed down a lot. It's past five o'clock, because the choir rehearsed, but the homework hasn't moved that day. Thinking about unfinished homework, hungry, my mind is a mess. I saw my father's bike lying downstairs, and I was very excited to know that he had come back, so I hurried upstairs. Pressing the doorbell, my father smiled and let me in. There is a disposable box in the room, which contains five leek boxes similar to "earth hats". It looks shiny, and my taste buds can't help it. I caught one and ate it. At that moment, I felt warm. It comes from the warmth of food, from home, from the warmth of father's love.

Another time, my sister-in-law came to our house during the Chinese New Year and took her sister to Xiamen to play. We were quietly watching the Spring Festival Gala when the doorbell rang. Everyone opened the door with a puzzled face, only to find that her sister-in-law and sister had come and brought many gifts. The family was ecstatic, cheering and shouting to welcome them in. The room suddenly changed from silence to excitement, just like having a party. We handed over the delicious dinner with heavy luggage. Everyone, holding each other, there seems to be endless words. At that time, I felt warm. It is the warmth from relatives, and it is the warmth from gathering.

It is said that time is short and fleeting, but it is warmth, warmth, and warmth that makes us remember it. Unforgettable warm time!

Those warm days, composition 4 is in grade six, older than before. When I go back, I will think of my alma mater in primary school. Now I will think that the strict calendar of primary school teachers will be my unforgettable first teacher. Five years of joys and sorrows will become an indelible time for me. Every beautiful language of the teacher has benefited me a lot. Is there anything warmer than this? In the first grade, we were very confused. The teacher took a group of our children to class, telling us that the school rules will help us through the "one piece" difficulties, telling us the truth of being a human being and the habit of studying ... It is difficult for primary schools to compete today, but I am willing to go back to primary schools and share my hopes. It was that wonderful time-in the third year of junior high school, everyone worked together to launch various elegant, domineering and ambitious slogans and combinations in the class. Every time I go to exercise, I will shoulder to shoulder. After the fourth grade, I will study actively. The fifth grade is a goal, to lay a better foundation for further study, to work hard for a bigger goal, and to study hard. Those warm times made me more indelible or more vivid in my mind.

In those many small, small and "refined" warm times, I can't stand the teacher's uh-huh teaching. I can't forget the stern eyes; I can't forget that nagging mouth. It was the teacher who made me understand, "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I won the Spring Festival three times." This sentence. It was the teacher who made me understand the truth of being a man. ...

Such an unforgettable time made me feel warm and worried in this alma mater and this "everyone". It was a warm and hard five years. ...

Those warm times are warm, like a lamp, illuminating the direction of progress; Warm, like a glass of wine, intoxicated my soul; Warm, like a clear spring, moistens my heart.

It snows heavily in the winter morning. The north wind is blowing and snowflakes are flying in the air. The land is white and there is no one on the road.

Lying in the warm bed, looking up at the snow scene outside the window, I still feel that the bed is the most comfortable, so I quickly shrank my raised head back. Suddenly, the door creaked open. I was about to complain when my armed grandfather came into my room with one hand hidden in his clothes. Grandpa has white snowflakes on his head and shoulders. Grandpa mysteriously came to my bedside: "Good morning, get up. Guess what Grandpa bought you?" I was surprised: "You just went out, it's too cold." Grandpa showed a kind smile on his face: "Your favorite braised beef powder, get up and eat it. If it gets cold, it won't be warm." Grandpa opened his coat with his other hand and took out a bowl of powder. Suddenly tears blurred my vision. The winter sunshine shines into my room and my heart. Plus grandpa's love, it warms my heart.

The care of family warms people's hearts, and the care of strangers is like the warm sunshine in winter.

Once, I accidentally fell down while riding a bicycle, and my leg was cut and bleeding. I endured unbearable pain and there was no one around. I complained: What bad luck. Just when I was at my wit's end, an uncle in the distance saw it and came to me in three steps. One hand pressed my injured place, and the other hand lifted me up: "Are you all right, little friend?" My uncle helped me up, sat on the stool next to me and called my father. The wind dispelled the dark clouds and the sun became brilliant again. My uncle's concern also makes me particularly warm.

Life still has a lot of warmth. As long as we taste it with our heart, I will also use my own actions to warm the people around me.

Those warm times composition 6 "Did I tell you ……" Whenever I hear this voice, I will sit quietly and erect my ears. Because, dad is going to start telling stories!

My father is a mixed physique of Mianyang tiger. That is, one moment he looked like a sheep, and then he became a tiger. He likes telling me stories. I wonder if it's because he loves reading.

I remember one time, I was writing a math expansion homework, and suddenly I couldn't write a question. Because my father is better at math, I asked him to teach me. However, I found that his expressive ability seems to be lacking. He said it n times, but I still didn't get it. He suddenly said, "Did I tell you what your grandfather taught me?" "no!" Glad to hear the story again. I'm used to it. He always digresses when he speaks. However, these stories are really wonderful. As soon as he talked about the topic, he became thirsty and then came to his senses. "At that time, your grandpa taught me, I knew. How can you be so troublesome? " He looked at me helplessly. "Hey, it's my fault that you have a poor expression?" I rolled my eyes. "Hurry up!" Dad pointed out some topics with a pen. ......

Another time I was drinking water when I suddenly heard "In the warm sunshine, I welcome fragrance!"! ..... "Poof! I almost sprayed water. Who sang the girl by the bridge so badly? Mom isn't at home, it must be that tone-deaf father singing! I rushed out of the room. "I'm walking on that little bridge ..." The song continued. "Oh, my God! I can't stand it! " I shouted. "Is it ugly?" He asked incredulously. "A little self-knowledge, you! ..... "I replied.

Dad is really a strange man. But for me, he is like a big sun, which has warmed me for ten years and made me feel the warmth of home!

Those warm times Composition 7 In our life, often a small detail can touch people's hearts!

What happens every day is just a small detail, just like not talking about height in front of short people, not talking about weight in front of fat people, and not disturbing others when others are talking ... These may be your casual little moves, but they are very warm in the eyes of others.

It's raining today. I'm waiting patiently for my parents in the classroom. After waiting for a long time and not seeing my parents, I realized that something was wrong. I didn't know until I asked. My parents have something to do today and can't pick me up. I had to go home alone, but I didn't have an umbrella ... I walked home in the rain.

At this moment, I found that the rain suddenly stopped. "Hey? What's wrong? " I said strangely. "Hello!" A gentle voice came from behind me. I looked up gently and saw a pink umbrella on my head. I turned around and saw that it was my deskmate. She's helping me with my umbrella! "Look, you've got yourself wet!" She said angrily, took out a towel and carefully helped me dry the water on my head. My heart warmed up and I said softly, "Nothing, nothing, thank you!" ""Don't do this next time, or you'll catch a cold. " I replied, "Mm-hmm." So we walked in the direction of our respective homes.

The road we walked was wet, and my shoes were soaked, but I didn't notice my feet were cold at all. I know it is the friendliness of my deskmate that warms me up. There are many careful people in the world, and we need to work hard to find out that everyone is trying to become what others like. Come on together!

Those warm time compositions 8 Time flies, I have been with my classmates for almost six years, and the person I want to thank most is my deskmate. Although I sometimes find her unpleasant and even a little annoying, some of her actions really touched me deeply.

In the third grade, I was arranged next to Jiang Ziqing because of my arm injury, and started a three-year deskmate trip with her. At first, I didn't like her anywhere, especially when marking papers. She is always so harsh. Even if I didn't write clearly enough, she made a mistake. I hate her so much that I even did everything against her. But she still took care of me wholeheartedly, helped me prepare books in class, helped me remember my homework when I was away, and helped me pack my schoolbag after school. But my opinion of her remained unchanged until that happened.

In the exam that day, the students were studying hard. As usual, Jiang Ziqing helped me get the manuscript paper and toilet paper and put away my schoolbag. This has wasted a lot of her exam time, but she didn't complain. The exam is coming to an end, and I have successfully answered the questions. Suddenly, a hateful wind blew away my paper from nowhere, and I couldn't run to pick it up because of my arm. I saw my deskmate stand up without hesitation, dashed past, and ran to help me pick up the paper in a few steps. Just as she sat down to continue answering questions, the bell rang at the end of the exam. The invigilator said, "When the exam is over, the exam will be collected." I turned around and saw that she had not finished the last question.

At that moment, I had a warm feeling in my heart and a little regret. Something like movie playback happened in my mind during this time. At this important moment of the exam, she still wanted to help me first, but she didn't finish her own questions. But everything I did with her was right, and I was really ashamed at that time.

Indeed, a small move seems ordinary, but it has great magic and makes people feel warm. Since then, I have never opposed her again, and that scene has always remained in my heart.

Those warm times composition 9 In the passage of time, those warm times happen all the time, mostly at home and school.

Those warm times-mother's nagging, always hear the warm language at home: "Yang Yang, read quickly!" " ""Yang Yang, it's almost time for dinner! " "Take a rest when you are tired of doing your homework, and don't break your eyes! "Those warm nagging accompanied me to grow up, and my mother's nagging protected me like a tree!

Those warm times are the words that my father has been worried about. In winter, when the wind is biting, I can always hear my father burning the stove outside, which makes me feel warmer! Dad is a good cook. When I got home from the car, I cooked a big meal for my family. My father's care bit by bit, like the sunshine in winter, makes me warm all over!

Those warm times are the concern of the students. Once I had a fever, my classmates went to the office to find disposable paper cups, poured me hot water and helped me find a teacher. That sentence: "Take a sip of water to warm your stomach." Pass me a glass of water as soon as you finish. Ah, a warm current surrounds me and makes me feel warm!

Those warm times-the teacher's criticism, I didn't finish my homework, the teacher would severely criticize me, and after the criticism, he would kindly reason with me. Who takes the trouble to reason with me sentence by sentence? The teacher's criticism is the language of concern in my heart. Who knew it was for their own good?

Those warm times are the help of passers-by and strangers. When I fell, passers-by came to help you without asking for anything in return. Who else? Help you when you are helpless, just like the top leader pulling you up!

Home is a harbor of happiness, the sun in winter! School is the kind of meticulous, criticism from teachers and help from students! Strangers are also lights in the dark! In my heart, these are warm times!

Those warm time compositions 10 The care and care of family members are warm; The help and support of classmates are warm; The teacher's teaching and guidance are also very warm. And in my memory, there are countless such moments. Open the floodgate of memory, and those moments will emerge in front of me one by one.

One lonely night, I was ready to sleep as usual, but suddenly I found myself dizzy. My grandmother was so sad that she was busy measuring me, looking for medicine and calling my parents. Looking at my grandmother who is strict with me on weekdays, I felt a warm current in my heart. "Sister, tell me about the sermon." "Hey, help me see how to understand this sentence?" This is the most common way of conversation between my sister and me. In the past, we studied together, helped each other and explored together. At that time, we were free to express our views and constantly debate and think. Learn Taoist questions by your own efforts and form good study habits under the rendering of the environment. Looking back on the mutual help and support at that time, I feel endless warmth in my heart.

The exam is over, and my brother's grades are not very satisfactory. Looking at his depressed expression, I can't help but recall my sister's dribs and drabs to me. Yes! Although I don't communicate with my sister often, I can continue to help my brother, so I help him correct the wrong questions, guide him step by step, and constantly think, check and correct. He has mastered all the wrong types. At this moment, I feel that I am a real sister, proud and warm, and I feel extremely warm.

Grandma's meticulous care, my sister's help in my study, and my brother's preaching have made me more deeply realize that warmth has always been around us and will be everywhere in the future.

Those warm times composition 1 1 Whenever the sun shines on me, a warm current will drown my whole body, and those warm times of walking with my teacher will emerge in front of my eyes.

Good articles are not easy to write. Thank you, Teacher Zhao, for bringing us those warm times. I remember once there was a piece of beancurd near the Western Wall, which was very beautiful. Teacher Zhao explained to us softly, "Look, is that pink flower like a beautiful butterfly resting on a branch?" When the wind blows, it dances with the wind. " After listening to the teacher's metaphor, I think it is really appropriate. This matter is deeply engraved in my mind, and my thinking seems to fly slowly in my article. This butterfly also awakens some warm times hidden in memory.

Every time I go to Liushu, Mr. Zhao will always leave those beautiful things with a camera, and the students will always try to freeze their brightest smiles in the teacher's lens. In this process, if any student is naughty, the teacher will punish him a little, and the way of punishment is also very interesting, that is, everyone plays the little game of "wooden head" together, and the students' love for this game is extraordinary. As long as the teacher starts to count to three, the students must stop moving and stay where they are. Now look at the students' expressions and actions. Some of them show exaggerated faces, and some make funny moves: landing on one foot and spreading their arms as if they were flying. After returning to the classroom, the students pestered the teacher to tell us stories. Teachers always tell stories vividly, even serious historical stories become very interesting. At this time, the students always listen with relish, and from time to time bursts of laughter will fill the whole classroom.

The primary school time will soon be over. Our time with Mr. Zhao is limited, but we will always remember the warm time brought by those teachers!

Those warm times composition 12 There was a man with a hunchback and a wrinkled face. She is just an ordinary farmer, but her life is full of joy and warmth.

When I was a child, I lived in the country with her and spent the warmest and happiest time in my life.

I don't like cutting my hair the most, I just like to keep it long. This is not the love of beauty, but the expression of my missing for her.

I still remember the braids she tied for me in those years, black and bright. Although it hurts a little when pricking, she always tells me stories while pricking, and the pain naturally disappears.

Summer is my favorite season. Although it is very hot, her love makes me feel extremely cool.

In summer, children are called to take a nap by adults, and I am no exception, but I am not as annoying as other children. Every noon, she will spread out a summer mat for me and bring me the only electric fan at home. Whenever she sees the sweat on my body, she will gently wipe it off with a towel. Who doesn't like such a nap?

At that time, the conditions at home were not good, beautiful clothes were cherished, and she never bought expensive clothes. However, in hot summer, she always wants to buy a very beautiful piece of cloth and sew a comfortable and breathable skirt for me. What a nice gift for children!

I still remember that she would always take out a handful of candy from her pocket like Doraemon. Young and ignorant, I always thought that she secretly hid it, but later I learned that she ran hundreds of meters with the eggs to get it!

When I was a child, I was very naughty and always went outside to play, but what puzzled me was why I always saw her anxious figure at the door when I came home. Now that I think about it, I was so stupid that I didn't know she was waiting for me!

She made my childhood unforgettable and made my life happy forever.

She is my dear grandmother. Although she is poor, she supports her family with love.

Those days were the warmest time in my life!

Those warm time compositions 13 Time is in a hurry and gone forever. Five years of primary school passed quietly, which was both warm and beautiful.

I remember it was when I was in the third grade. Once in a class in physical education class, the teacher said to practice sit-ups. My waist and stomach are always weak when I do it, so that others have done more than a dozen, and I have only done a few. I don't want to be competitive, so after lunch, I always take out a mat and ask my classmates to help me practice. 26, 27, 28 Stop! At this time, I was sweating profusely, but I still smiled after seeing my progress.

Since then, my sit-ups have been rising. Finally, I got full marks! At that moment, I almost cried. When I thought that I could only do single digits before, my classmates cheered for me. This time is really warm and beautiful.

Another time, when I was in fifth grade.

That day, the weather was terrible, as if God had lost his temper. The cold wind roared and the snow fell heavily. I stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus to take me to school, shivering with cold, and my hands and feet were frozen stiff. There are few people in the street, almost only me. There are few cars, so it is difficult to wait for the bus. However, at this time, a car came slowly in my direction. What was more unexpected was that she stopped. She rolled down the side window, held out her hand to me and said, Little girl, where are you going? She is a lady in her forties and looks very kind. I also leaned over the window and responded to her: I want to go to school. That's good. I am on my way. I'll take you there. It's too cold for you to get a taxi. I just took you there! I thought about it and got on the bus. When I got to school, I took money out of my pocket and gave it to her, but she waved and said to me, no, all this was voluntary. Please keep it. With that, she drove away, feeling a surge of enthusiasm.

There are many good times in life, and those warm times have always accompanied me to grow up.

Those warm time compositions 14 years have passed, and many encounters have finally become parting.

"Life is like seeing for the first time" is just a good mood for many people. After all, the world will not stop at the beginning.

Just come, go, or go. Many of them are like Xu Zhimo's "wave your sleeves without taking away a cloud".

We can't change anything, and we can't ask for anything.

All we can remember is the warmth in those times.

Think about it, many times meeting is a kind of warmth. This warmth, or brilliant blooming, or waiting silently, is a beautiful scenery.

In the splendor, how bright and beautiful, how beautiful and charming. From then on, forget past lives, forget this life. All, all, just to become a country in the meeting, just to become a spinning dancer during that time. This encounter is only accompanied by laughter, and I have long forgotten what is injury and what is worry. Yes, to be such a beautiful country, to be such a forgotten life, to be so extremely open, even if, from now on, I can only hide quietly in the flowers and pretend not to be lonely. Why not?

In silence, waiting for a concern, a greeting, a seemingly indifferent concern. Faint, draw an arc in the corner of your mouth, quietly, in the bottom of my heart, silently recite a string of words, also, there is nothing wrong. Even now, you will come to this crossroads in the future. However, in this long journey, we will always be together at some point. Even when we are together, we still follow our own established direction. After all, when we travel together, we stay in each other's eyes. In the remaining years, our memories will be recorded and there will be another beautiful scenery.

If, really, we can walk in the depths of light together, it's not bad. As the Buddha said, "Do happy things with lovers, don't ask if it is fate or doom."

If we can meet, we will be very happy to walk together. If we can take a walk together, we can see the flowers falling in bloom, the lush vegetation, the gurgling streams, the dancing birds and the blue sky and white clouds.

It doesn't matter, who can stay in whose time for how long, it doesn't matter, who can stay in whose heart for how long.

However, the joy in those times warmed the rest of the years.

Those warm time compositions 15 are warm around us, even an insignificant little thing will be remembered by people, just like that moment.

There is a new stray cat downstairs in the community. His yellow and white body is fat and soft, and his big brown and black eyes are so charming in the sun that everything seems to be still. Grandma Xu is warm-hearted and far from our home, but I always meet him at school every day. He said he had nothing to do, but I know he came to see stray cats. Soon after, I heard the news that Grandma Xu had brought stray cats to his house. Such enthusiasm is rare. I visited him once. He gets along well with cats and is full of laughter every day.

Grandma Xu's small house is very ordinary, more than 50 square meters, but full of warmth. A bed, a cupboard, a counter and his small yard full of love seem to be a beautiful ink painting. Grandpa Wang, a neighbor, came to grandma Xu to exchange money with a bill of 100 yuan. Grandma Xu came into the room and opened his small box, which contained many ordinary bills, including one yuan.

Warmth also happens in our life.

Ding, the alarm clock rang. Alas, I have to go to school again. I'm dragging my feet, repeating what I have to repeat every day. My mother cooked breakfast for me and shouted, get dressed, wash and tidy up my schoolbag. Dinner will be ready soon, and my mother is as annoying as ever. I ate beef noodles today and just took a bite. Ah, it's burning. I resisted. Mom said: You will freeze to death if you don't eat hot food this winter. I can't resist, but I know that she loves me and wants to give me the best, which makes me stop complaining.

Those warm times.