Write an essay about the most tender scene with your mother

1. "A Warm Scene" Comprehensive Composition

In my memory, my father's eyes are always full of seriousness, as far away as an ancient cave or deep alley.

I rarely meet my father. Time is so conflicting that my father and I are separated. Therefore, in order to find a reunion, I pay attention to every moment and cherish the nooks and crannies of life.

Gradually, my heart was darkened by time. I longed for my father to talk to me and give me warmth. I kept waiting, but the days always flowed through my hands like water.

One early morning, I still rode a bicycle to school. At this time, my father should still be sleeping soundly.

After saying goodbye, he got into the car. There was no one to keep me company, and I felt lost.

Suddenly I felt a powerful force coming towards me, and the warmth on my back was so firm and intense. I was wrapped up in this warm current, and I couldn’t blow it away.

This kind of power is gathering hard, forming a shadow in the air. Who is the master of this power? I didn't dare to look back, for fear that it was an illusion that could be shattered with just a touch of my gaze.

I can only immerse myself in this warmth and speed up. The warmth has been retained for a long time, and I can faintly feel the firm and powerful father's love in the strength.

The next day, I went out looking for warmth. I stepped very slowly, without anyone noticing. I could immediately tell the warmth behind it. I quickly turned my head away. Suddenly, the warmth in my heart was shattered, leaving only wisps of heat rising out.

One morning, my father just came back. He gave me a slight signal and then entered the house. I began to suspect that the warmth was just the desire in my heart.

Riding on the road, I looked back inadvertently and saw a figure flashing, it was my father! My heart was surging, and my dark heart was suddenly illuminated with clarity and warmth. That power was emitted by my father, and my father’s face kept popping up in my mind.

When I got home, my mother’s earnest words echoed in my ears: Your dad was so tired yesterday that he was almost paralyzed. My tears immediately rolled down, and the warmth in my heart stayed for a long time.

My father left a deep mark of love on my back, which contains deep love flowing into my heart. I am illuminated by this warmth, and I must hold on to this love, for sure. 2. Composition "Wen Ron's Home" 600 words

Warm home

Home has always been a mysterious place, a safe haven that gives people warmth, a place where you live A permanent harbor, a warm word.

Home, a warm, happy and perfect home, is what everyone yearns for. When you encounter setbacks and failures, home is your warm haven, where you can find comfort and get a temporary rest, enough to regain your courage and start over; when you are frustrated and lost , Home is your warm little nest, where you can gain courage and temporary stability, enough to pick yourself up and start from scratch; when you encounter emotional frustration or injury, home is where you are A soft pillow, where you can temporarily vent and get a little space of your own; when you succeed or achieve something, home is the place you miss the most, where you can share it with your family and friends. The joy of your success, you can enjoy the fruits of your achievements with your brothers and sisters.

Home has always been such a warm place, and it has always been so fascinating. I haven’t been home for a long time. At this moment, I really miss home. I miss my dad, grandma, uncles, brothers and sisters. It will be half a month later, and I should go back and have a good gathering with them to talk and talk. It’s been three years, and I haven’t spent a month and a half with my family for three years. I really miss those warm days. After entering junior high school, I often didn't go home, let alone after entering high school. On many holidays, I have missed spending time with my family because of my studies or because I didn’t know enough about my family. Gradually, I walked farther and farther away from home. Although I still have a lot of time to live with my family in the future, I cannot waste or miss every possible opportunity.

If home is a beautiful person, then homesickness is a long line. No matter how far you go, no matter how high you fly, home will always be the place you miss the most. 3. A 300-word essay on Wen Yun’s moments

In my memory, my father’s eyes were always full of seriousness, as far away as an ancient cave or deep alley. I rarely meet my father, and time is so conflicting that my father and I are separated. Therefore, in order to find a reunion, I pay attention to every moment and cherish the nooks and crannies of life. Gradually, my heart was darkened by time.

I long for my father to talk to me and give me warmth. I keep waiting, but the days always flow through my hands like water.

One early morning, I still rode a bicycle to school. At this time, my father should still be sleeping soundly. He said goodbye and got into the car. There was no one to keep me company, and I felt lost.

Suddenly I felt a powerful force rushing towards me, and the warmth on my back was so firm and intense. I was wrapped up in this warm current, and I couldn’t blow it away.

This kind of power is gathering hard, forming a shadow in the air. Who is the master of this power? I didn't dare to look back, for fear that it was an illusion that could be shattered with just a touch of my gaze. I can only immerse myself in the warmth and speed forward.

The warmth has been retained for a long time, and I can vaguely feel the firm and powerful father's love in the strength.

The next day, I went out looking for warmth. My feet were very slow and unnoticeable. I could immediately tell the warmth behind it. I quickly turned my head away. Suddenly, the warmth in my heart was shattered, leaving only wisps of heat rising out.

One morning, my father just came back. He gave me a slight signal and then entered the house. I began to suspect that the warmth was just the desire in my heart.

Riding on the road, I looked back inadvertently and saw a figure flashing, it was my father! My heart was surging, and my dark heart was suddenly illuminated with clarity and warmth. That power was emitted by my father, and my father’s face kept popping up in my mind.

When I got home, my mother’s earnest words echoed in my ears: Your dad was so tired yesterday that he was almost paralyzed. My tears immediately rolled down, and the warmth in my heart stayed for a long time.

My father left a deep mark of love on my back, which contains deep love flowing into my heart. I am illuminated by this warmth, and I must hold on to this love, for sure! 4. A 500-word essay on Wen Ron’s memories

She brought me that warm scene.

I clearly remember that in the autumn last year, it rained heavily that day, and I was riding my bicycle to get to school. Suddenly, a child walked in front of me. I didn't have time to brake, so I thought about leaning to the side. But by then I had already fallen heavily to the ground.

Tears burst out of my eyes. The pain has made it impossible for me to get up. But suddenly a sweet voice appeared in my ear, "Little brother, are you okay? Do you want me to help you up?" I subconsciously looked up and saw a stranger. Her eyes were filled with concern. She saw that my leg was injured and bleeding, so she quickly took a handkerchief from her bag and carefully wiped the blood from my foot. Suddenly, I was moved by this warm scene. My legs don't hurt that much anymore.

She warned me with concern, told me to be careful in the future, and then left.

Until now, I still want to find her, she brought me heartwarming scenes. 5. An essay about warm family scenes of more than 500 words

It’s great to have a warm family. I have a warm family, a strict father and a gentle mother.

Dad often carefully guides me on how to avoid or face difficulties in life when I lose my direction in life. When I encounter difficulties, my mother often patiently guides me on how to solve them and carefully teaches me the ideas for solving problems.

I am very happy because I have a warm family with meticulous care from my parents. Compared with the children living in the orphanage, it is a world of difference. They lacked father's love and mother's love, but I was surrounded by strong father's and mother's love all day long.

I remember one day, the weather was very cold, and the cold wind like a knife was blowing outside the window. On this cold night, my father discovered that I had a high fever. Without saying a word, he picked me up and ran to the hospital, wearing only a thin piece of clothing and a leather coat.

On the way, my father gave me his leather coat and continued running to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I lay quietly on the bed and received an intravenous drip. My father held my cold hand and stayed by my bedside all night long.

Another time, it was a hot summer day. My parents and I fell asleep with the electric fan blowing on. There was a sudden power outage, the surrounding area suddenly became dark, the electric fan also stopped running, the air became stuffy, I tossed and turned in the heat, and big beads of sweat appeared on my body.

When my mother saw how uncomfortable I was, she found a fan and fanned me on the side, hoping to make me feel better. Slowly, I fell asleep. My mother was afraid that if I stopped, she would wake me up, so she kept fanning me until there was electricity.

My parents helped me create a warm family, allowing me to live a happy life in this family. I must study hard and get into a prestigious middle school to repay my parents for their kindness to me. Caring. -------------- I deeply feel the warmth of family Author: Reprinted on the Internet The warmth of family is something everyone wants to have, because everyone has a beautiful family, a happy family, and happiness. Family... Can you deeply feel the warmth of family? I can deeply feel the warmth of family. In my family, everyone is happy and very cute.

A beautiful family life brings me warmth. In my family, my father, mother, brother and I are all labor activists in the family. Every Saturday and Sunday, if my father and mother don't go to work, the four members of my family will clean the house together.

My father wiped the windows, my mother washed the clothes, my brother swept the floor, and I mopped the floor. In this way, the hygiene of my home will be extremely clean.

This family life made me feel how warm the family is.

Can you feel it? A happy family life brings me warmth.

In my house, every time we have dinner, there is the sound of chopsticks moving around. This is not because we are greedy, but because we are giving each other vegetables to let him eat more good things. It is my family's happiness that brings a warm family. This family life made me feel how warm the family is.

Can you feel it again? Happy family life brings me infinite warmth. Sometimes after dinner at my house, my brother and I would take out a box of flying chess games to play with my dad and mom.

We each asked for a color. When we started playing, we each threw the plug once. Sometimes my mother took off first, sometimes I took off first, and my brother and father were very unhappy.

In the process of playing, sometimes we would kill each other. You eat mine and I eat yours. Sometimes my brother would cry loudly. Later, I still didn’t take my brother’s chess pieces. Eat it, so we lose money. Have you ever tasted the warmth of such a family? This family life made me feel how warm the family is.

Can you feel it again? Can you fully feel the warmth of such a beautiful, happy and joyful family? This is all something I feel deeply. The warm memories of the family are always in my mind, and sometimes I think of the warmth of the family every moment, which will always make this family a happy family! -------------------------- Warm Family - Baidu Knows > Education/Academics/Examinations > Learning to help my family gives me hope. Family is synonymous with warmth. , isn’t it? Family is a society that contains beauty, troubles, warmth and hope.

This small society has given me endless hope. I can't forget that day. The sky was gloomy, and it seemed to cast a shadow over my heavy heart. I held the book with the word "Award" printed on it in my hand, and the crystal tears dripped on the book, matching the bright red The word "10" melts into one piece.

Why? Why? How could I, who had always held the crown in the class, be left far behind this time? No. 10, is this me? First place - my good friend, how sweet his smile is! But as for me, the first place seems out of reach. There were smiling faces everywhere in the school and on the streets, but I seemed to have fallen into an invisible abyss... I didn’t know when I had walked to the door of my house and looked at the familiar orange security door. I remembered that my parents were full of people before the exam. With the expectant eyes and the teacher's earnest instruction, my steps were heavy, but my hand couldn't help but take out the key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it gently. With a "bang", the door opened. When I looked up, my parents were sitting at the table. Beside, waiting for my arrival.

I knew I had nothing to say and could no longer boast in front of my parents. I gently changed my shoes and walked into the room. "Gege, are you back?" Dad asked first.

"Hmm". I responded to him gently, and suddenly felt that this seemed to be the "calm before the storm."

"Sit down and let's talk." "Yeah."

So my mother walked into the room, and my father and I sat at the table. After a moment of silence, my father broke the silence and asked, "Are you tired?" I shook my head, "I know how upset you are. In fact, a person's quality is not determined by his grades.

What do you think?" I said nothing. "This failure is just a wake-up call to you, so that you will never forget it!" Dad said sincerely: "The thing is over, don't be sad, as long as you work hard next time, you will succeed!" I raised my head and looked up. Seeing those confident eyes, I couldn't help but nodded. Just as I was about to walk into the room, "Leilei."

Dad stopped me again. "Ah?" "I believe you!" We must realize that the world is like sunshine, everything is so harmonious and natural! Entering seventh grade can be said to be a stage transition.

In the new class. 6. How to write an essay on Wen Ron’s design

In the 21st century, clothing can be said to be mankind’s favorite.

In today’s world, all kinds of beautiful and fashionable clothes are popular. As the saying goes: People rely on clothes, and beauty depends on beautiful clothes! As for me, I was originally a book lover, but since that day my mother took me to attend a large clothing exhibition. At the conference, I saw many beautiful and fashionable clothes of all kinds, which were pleasing to the eye and left me stunned.

Since then, clothing has become my favorite, and I have also changed from a book lover to a clothing fan. If reading is my "everyday meal", then clothing makes me forget about food and drink.

From that moment on, I was determined to design many beautiful and beautiful clothes myself, so that these beautiful and beautiful clothes can be worn by many people, showing the beauty of clothes, and I also hope that my clothes can be worn by many people. I will be extremely proud and proud to be able to show it at a large-scale exhibition, because I have made a great contribution to the world and solved a major problem for mankind, and mankind will no longer have to use it. I worry about what I wear every day.

From now on, when I see beautiful clothes when I walk on the street every day, I will keep them in my mind; when I get home, I will draw them with my imagination and make slight changes.

I used to read literature books in bookstores, but now I go to the clothing display area to read them. I don’t know what book changed me. Is it clothing design? I think so myself. From then on, whenever I see beautiful and fashionable clothes, I will remember to draw them. I am so fascinated! I remember not long ago, I saw a clothing advertisement on a TV commercial. I quickly looked for drawing paper everywhere, but the only problem was that I couldn't find it. I was about to cry. Seeing that the advertisement was about to end, I felt like fifteen Fetching water from a bucket - I was restless, and in the anxious situation, I couldn't help but paint on the white wall. Now my heart felt much more relaxed. Just as I was admiring my work, My mother came in and looked at the wall. She was dumbfounded and said repeatedly: "My baby girl! Why did you put the painting on the wall? Do you want to do some wall works again?" I'm afraid. My mother misunderstood and quickly said: "NO, I saw a clothing advertisement on TV."

I have become addicted to designing clothes. I can't do it without drawing anything for a day, and my hands are always itchy. If you want to paint, hard work really pays off! After a few short years, I finally became a fashion designer. I designed many beautiful and fashionable clothes, which were also displayed and worn by people. I was very excited and happy at this time. Speechless. I thought to myself that I should not be happy too early. I will work harder in the future and make greater contributions to the world. I must send my designs to the world to show off, so that foreigners can look at me with admiration and awe.

This is me, a unique me. 7. Description of Mother’s Love Scenes 400

Chapter 1: Mother’s Love

Mother is the one who created us. My mother’s love for me is as warm as the sun; as warm as the clouds. Soft; as broad as the sea...

I remember that day, the final exam was coming soon, and I was scrambling to review. I stared at the textbook intently, practicing on the notebook next to me with the pen in my hand. My eyes kept moving, and the pen in my hand was shaking regularly. I glanced at the "hill"-like pile of homework books next to me and sighed helplessly. Just then, my mother walked in, holding a cup of warm milk in her hand. There was a sunny smile on her face, which warmed my heart. She said kindly: "Drink it while it's hot, be careful not to catch cold." After saying that, she handed over the milk. I took the milk, and immediately, the warmth I felt from the milk cup spread throughout my body, and every cell in my body felt very comfortable.

At this moment, I accidentally touched my mother's hand and found that her hand was very cold. It was at this moment that I realized: my mother not only has to manage the family well, but also takes care of me. This is not easy, so I must repay my mother well when I grow up.

My mother’s love for me is an endless song. She used her beautiful hands to weave her love for me over and over again.

Chapter 2: Feeling Mother’s Love

In the past, I always felt that my father loved me very much, but my mother was different. He always has a cold face towards me and doesn't seem to have much affection for me. Something happened a few days ago that changed my view of my mother.

This matter has to start with my habit of loving reading. If my parents are here, I have to let them read with me. Otherwise, I will just read it once. Sometimes I will fall asleep while reading it. .And my mother is a frugal person. She often watches me sleep and turns off the lights immediately after I fall asleep.

It was after dinner during the summer vacation. I played for a while and read a book. Come, my mother stopped writing and read with me. With my mother accompanying me, I read more seriously. My mother also praised me from time to time, "It's so well written and emotional...". At 11 o'clock, my mother looked at me. When he felt a little sleepy, he said to me: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."! I nodded and fell asleep.

The next morning, I went to the study room to review my homework. When I moved the tea cup on the table, it felt hot, and my mother’s pen was also warm. All the notes on the notepad were It's the word. At that moment, I understood that my mother delayed work by reading with me. After I went to bed, she was busy all night, and before I got up, she had already hurried to work. My eyes were moist, as if I saw her emaciated sitting at the desk, writing quickly with the pen in her hand. Her eyes must have been very blurry from looking at the book for a long time, and she had to rub her eyes after a while. As daybreak came, waves of sleepiness came over her. , she made herself a cup of strong tea to relieve her difficulties... I restrained myself from tears.

That morning I truly understood my mother's love!

Chapter 3: Mother's Love

Mother is the one who created us. My mother's love for me is as warm as the sun; as soft as clouds; as broad as the sea... …

I remember that day, the final exam was coming soon, and I was scrambling to review. I stared at the textbook intently, practicing on the notebook next to me with the pen in my hand. My eyes kept moving, and the pen in my hand was shaking regularly.

I glanced at the "hill"-like pile of homework books next to me and sighed helplessly. Just then, my mother walked in, holding a cup of warm milk in her hand. There was a sunny smile on her face, which warmed my heart. She said kindly: "Drink it while it's hot. Be careful not to catch cold." After saying that, she handed over the milk. I took the milk, and immediately, the warmth I felt from the milk cup spread throughout my body, and every cell in my body felt very comfortable. For more compositions about mother's love, search Meiwen Reading Network.

At this moment, I accidentally touched my mother's hand and found that her hand was very cold. It was at this moment that I realized: my mother not only has to manage the family well, but also takes care of me. This is not easy, so I must repay my mother well when I grow up.

My mother’s love for me is an endless song. She used her beautiful hands to weave her love for me over and over again.

8. Composition 150 about the warm scenes of eating with family

So ordinary, yet so warm

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and this is also the beginning of this year's traditional festival "little long holiday" The last time. At the moment when "the moon is extremely bright during the Mid-Autumn Festival", it is meaningful to review the origin and cultural connotation of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is also called the Moon Festival. It originally came from the moon. Worship - In ancient times, people relied on sunlight during the day and moonlight at night. Human beings watched the moon rise and set, the moon was waning and the moon was full, and they were in awe, which naturally led to moon worship. The custom of worshiping the moon has been endless, and there was worship of the moon in the Zhou Dynasty. Ceremony, the Moon Altar in Beijing was the altar for worshiping the moon in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

With the development of civilization, people’s mysterious awe of the moon has diminished, and their appreciation of the moon has gradually strengthened. On August 15th, the autumn air is refreshing , the night sky is like washing, the moon is big, round and bright; in addition, it is the autumn harvest season, the grain is abundant, and the fruits are full of branches and shelves. This is the reward of a year's hard work and the basis of livelihood in the coming year. Therefore, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, People are in the best mood. In the Tang Dynasty, the Mid-Autumn Festival was officially formed, and admiring the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival became a custom. This is a good way for Chinese people to adjust their body and mind, and it is also a manifestation of their love for life and nature.

Chinese people face the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival as if they are facing a close friend to whom they can confide their hearts. Any secret longings and expectations can be confided to the moon aunt, hoping to receive her protection. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shy girl looks forward to the moon. The old man holds a red rope for himself; in some places of the Han people, there is an interesting custom of "touching the autumn" and "stealing" other people's melons and vegetables. The Tujia people also have it, and the Dong people of Hunan call it "stealing the moon vegetables"; in Taiwan, there are also unmarried girls on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. The custom of stealing vegetables is, "Steal onions and you will marry a good wife; steal vegetables and you will marry a good son-in-law." There is a custom of "walking on the moon" in Nanjing and other areas. The "moon worship" of the Dai people and the "moon jump" of the Miao people are both pleasing to the eye. The Taiwanese Gaoshan people play the game of "ball dance" by the Sun Moon Lake under the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The festival customs of various regions and ethnic groups are colorful, but everyone enjoys the same Mid-Autumn Festival.

When the moon is full and the flowers are full, people are reunited. "Yuan" has a special meaning for the Chinese people. When the moon is full in the sky, the whole family reunites and shares moon cakes. This is a warm ceremony. How many people in the family are, the moon cakes are divided into as many pieces as needed. Everyone enjoys his share. If someone is absent, his share is saved, looking forward to the return of the wanderer to enjoy it. What is enjoyed here is not only the taste of mooncakes, but more importantly, the taste of family love. Homemade mooncakes, sharing The process of mooncakes and giving mooncakes is a process of expressing love, passing on love, and feeling love. In the cosmology of the unity of man and nature, when the moon is full, we also hope that the world will be perfect. Reunion is a kind of group consciousness, not a personal preference, but It means that everyone around you is good. Reunion of relatives, harmony in the family, and enjoying a peaceful family life play an important role in the happiness index of the Chinese people. This is the national psychology.

However, reunion is not limited to the family. "Country "The country is an enlarged home. Reunion should also be extended to the entire nation, which is an important spiritual element of the cohesion of the Chinese nation. The reunion of the country is called the Golden Mausoleum. The Golden Mausoleum is round and has no defects, which represents territorial integrity and unity. The Mid-Autumn Festival is The unique spiritual home of the Chinese people. "The bright moon shines on the sea, and the world is at this time." Even if the Chinese people are scattered in the ends of the world, they will all move with the same heart and feel the same feelings during the Mid-Autumn Festival under the moonlight. "Thousands of miles away ***Chanjuan". This is an important opportunity for cultural identity and national identity. Therefore, the sense of reunion cannot be underestimated. This is the deep psychological element of loving family and patriotism, and the spiritual resource for building a harmonious society.

A reunited family is the happiest family.