The warmth in winter is 1. The wind in winter is cold and cold. The wind on the river blows in waves. I walked on the road and the wind blew into my heart. Gave a cold shudder. Because there are guests at home, I can't stay, so I have to spend the night at home during my period.
I was walking on the road, and the wind was blowing mercilessly in my face. When I got home, I finished my meal, packed my things and prepared to go to the bathroom. I looked out of the window when I went to the toilet, and the rain outside the window began to rain without warning. The rain is neither too heavy nor too small. I reached out to pick it up, and the rain hit my hand. The biting coolness spread from my hands to my heart, and I wrapped up all my clothes without warning. I quickly closed the window and ran to the toilet to wash.
I quickly finished washing, wrapped in a quilt and ran to the bed, trying to warm the quilt and drive away the coolness. Wrapped in a quilt, I played with my mobile phone in the quilt for a while, ready to sleep, and lay in bed squinting.
Listening to the rain outside, I remembered the scene outside the window just now. I wrapped the quilt tightly again. It's raining outside, and it's so cold now. If the rain stops, it will be colder tomorrow! Thinking that it will be colder tomorrow, I feel cold lying in bed. I thought I was asleep in bed, but I didn't know what to do.
The next morning, I slept in a daze, only to hear my mother and grandmother seem to be coming outside in the living room. I want to get up as soon as I lift the quilt. Maybe I lifted the quilt too hard. A gust of wind blew on my face, and I quickly shrank into the quilt. At this moment, my door opened. Not surprisingly, I just heard right. My grandma and mom are here.
As soon as grandma and mom came in, they said, get up quickly It's early morning. I wriggled in the quilt to show that I didn't want to get up. I said to my mother and grandmother, it's so cold. I don't want to get up. My mother seemed to guess that I would say this, so she took out a thick coat from her bag and said, I knew you would be cold. My grandmother and I remember bringing you a dress this morning.
I quickly got up and got dressed. I put on thick clothes, not only my body is warm, but my heart is warmer than mine. The love of my family warms my heart.
Although it is very cold in winter, warmth is everywhere. Knowing how to appreciate and cherish is the best warmth.
The cold winter is extremely warm. Si Nuo came to this southern town unexpectedly. This snowy night is very cold. Soon, the southern town was wrapped up, and in a lonely house, the old man closed his eyes safely. Her eyes are full of the snowy world. She's not cold. The fire in the closet is getting smaller and weaker until it goes out, but the warmth is still spreading.
The old man is not from a small town in the south. She comes from far away Tibet, which has become her second hometown. Familiar fog, noisy alley mouth, the voice of bargaining in the vegetable market, and the voice of' leaders' greeting each other in the morning have always been remembered in the old man's heart. Many years ago, when the old man was still with black hair, she took a few years old children on the train to the southern town alone. This changed the fate of the old man.
A pair of unknown eyes with curiosity, the child's eyes are so clear and bright, like the water in Tianchi. The old man held the child to his chest and looked at the child's clear eyes. "Auntie, shall we go and find Dad?" The child asked in a low voice, and the girl only nodded, and then she was silent. She looked at the boundless snow outside the window. The old man has not seen such a sight for a long time. The next morning, when Asahi appeared again, the girl saw a new world. Flat and wide fields, no ups and downs, such a flat world makes it difficult for girls to adapt. The child pushed the girl. "We should get off, Auntie." The girl came to her senses and quickly packed her bags. She got out of the car and dialed out with an unknown phone number. There was no response on the other end of the phone. The girl is already very anxious, but she still has to face the child calmly. With her children, she rented a small room in the old alley house and spent almost all her money and luck on girls. The girl asks around with her unique phone number every day, but in a busy world, who cares about you? Such a lonely and helpless girl had to appease the child. I found a job to make a living.
I don't know how long it took, but children and girls seem to have formed a tacit understanding. One didn't ask, one didn't answer. After such a long time, the child was admitted to a university in a small town in the south. When the girl learned the news, tears flowed down instantly! They hugged each other, which is the biggest happy event, and the girl can finally relax. After graduating from college, the children were assigned to a better city. He is excellent, which makes the girl very proud. Surprisingly, he chose to go back to work in Tibet and refused the proposal to go back to Tibet with him, which puzzled the children but also respected the girls.
The old man lives alone in a small town in the south, but he is not lonely. He has friends to chat with and a familiar environment. The old man once talked to a friend: once there was a girl who grew up alone in an orphanage. From then on, she felt deeply lonely. The girl doesn't want anyone to be like her again. She went back to the orphanage where she once lived and took a child with her. His eyes are clear and bright. The girl took the child downstairs to look for his father, but there was no result. He brought warmth to the children and warmth to himself.
The old man dreamed of that beautiful world again. It snowed a little. Under the vast sky, the proportion of people and land began to change, and the sky fell on the eternal horizon. This cold winter night, even if it is cold again, the old man dares to feel deep warmth.
Gratitude is a touch of warm sunshine in winter, which warms the world, melts the hard ice of the soul, raises the sail of the soul and begins the voyage of hope.
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Tired, grateful to my family for getting up early and paying for us; Uneasy and grateful friends share our worries; When depressed, thank others for a comforting word; Ordinary days, be grateful for everything around you, even a fallen leaf and a withered grass. ...
Gratitude and affection
The day is getting brighter, the light blue sky is inlaid with a few wisps of residual stars, the fog is rising, and the whole earth is hazy, just like a wisp of gauze. A familiar voice came from my ear, as always, with warmth in plain. Answer, the dining table and delicious food are heating up. If you eat it in one bite, you will have endless aftertaste. Grandma looked at me kindly and asked with concern, "Yangyang, is it delicious?" Let me know if it's not delicious, so I can improve it! "Right away, the mood brought by getting up is fleeting. Somehow, my eyes are blurred. ...
Thanksgiving friendship
Summer rain is more violent and magnificent than rain in any season. He always does things suddenly and then stops suddenly. Yes, at this time, there was lightning and thunder, and from time to time, God poured down earth-shattering rain with thunderous momentum. I'm as anxious as ants on hot bricks to get home-running around. "How can I go home in such a heavy rain?" I muttered to myself. Although it was not loud, it was heard by my friends. He turned around mischievously and said jokingly, "Yo, it's more expensive than a little girl, and I'm afraid of this light rain ... I have an umbrella, and my home is very close, so I can rent it to you, and the rent is zero yuan." He handed me the umbrella and rushed out of the classroom without forgetting to leave a sentence: "Don't worship your brother, he is just a legend!" " "I will smile. Grateful friends, let me know the value of friendship. When I grow up, because of you, I am no longer lonely!
Gratitude and warmth
The sunset faded, the sky was gloomy, and the bleak autumn wind could not blow away the sadness, rolling down a dead leaf and falling to the ground. I am dragging my feet, feeling lonely and full of loneliness. I am like a boat leaving a quiet harbor, drifting on the cloudy sea. I can't stand the slightest strength at the thought of the test paper full of red crosses.
Just then, the familiar voice sounded in my ear. "Kid, do you want a bunch of candied haws?" This is full of vicissitudes, but it makes people feel a little warm. I should be a low head. The old man seemed to perceive my unhappiness, and comforted him, "Little friend, you seem to have something on your mind and are unhappy. In fact, in this world, it is inevitable to encounter unpleasant things. It is better to face it bravely than to frown. " "Well, thank you!" I nodded hard and looked at the back of his departure. My mouth slightly rises, my lost confidence gradually returns, and the dawn of hope flashes in the distance! Thank you for keeping optimism and hope in my heart.
Some people say that gratitude is a kind of nourishment; Some people say that gratitude is an ability; I said, gratitude is a kind of strength. Let's talk about gratitude first. I believe that there is warmth in cold winter!
Warmth in Winter Excellent Composition 4 That winter, you and I met for the first time.
That winter, because of you, there was no unforgettable cold.
I was sickly when I was a child. I caught a cold during the season change. I am wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, but I still feel shivering, just like in an ice room. After taking western medicine for a week, I didn't get better, so I came to see you.
When I came to a yard, I looked up and saw a plaque with a long history, which read three big characters-Yiguang. Pushing open the door with mottled red paint, a strong medicinal fragrance floated slowly. I found the fragrance and came to the front yard. There are rows of medicine cans blackened by firewood on the earthen stove. Medicinal materials and water are boiling in the pot, "gurgling", and the medicinal incense is rolled and broken with blisters and scattered in white steam. Standing in front of the stove, it's really warm to be surrounded by warmth!
After seeing the doctor, he took the prescription to the pharmacy to get the medicine. The old gentleman who took the medicine took the prescription, picked up the copper steelyard, opened one wooden drawer after another, grabbed the herbs and put them on the scale. After weighing, he poured them into a dark yellow bag. The old man went to take care of the medicine pot again and slowly fanned the firewood under the stove with a fan.
Taking advantage of the gap between decocting medicine, the old man chatted with the people around him about the story of traditional Chinese medicine. I can't remember a lot of words, except a sentence that the old gentleman said: "Chinese herbal medicines don't need to be put in expensive containers, just put them in wooden cabinets." Medicinal materials and wood are homologous and contemporaneous. Medicinal materials and wood taste are interlinked, so as to exert the greatest effect. Medicinal materials placed in other places lack this kind of gas. "I didn't listen carefully to what the old man said later, because I have been savoring the meaning of this sentence. Sitting under the buttonwood in the warm winter sun for an afternoon.
I will never forget that afternoon, when the sun in winter was much milder and just right. The sunshine falls in this yard, and the mellow fragrance emitted by rows of medicine cans floats in the air, and finally rushes into your nostrils inadvertently. That fragrance is really unbearable to smell a few times.
The sun shines into the yard and on rows of mahogany cabinets that have been mottled with paint, which are covered with traces of time. You just lie quietly in the cupboard, quietly emitting charming fragrance, making people intoxicated and forgetting the passage of time.
As the saying goes, "A good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, but advice when unpleasant is good for action." The bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine is really hard to swallow, but the effect is surprisingly good. It recovered in two days.
That winter, you and I first met.
Everything was so warm that winter.
Warmth in Winter Excellent Composition 5 Chalk keeps twisting its slender body on the blackboard, and the math teacher's mouth can't wait to move faster than her brain and keep talking. I sat in my seat, but I couldn't hear a word.
My seat is by the window. A spring can bathe in sunshine, a summer can listen to cicadas, and an autumn can enjoy the excellent throne of ginkgo biloba. It's a pity that winter can only bear the ravages of biting cold wind. This morning, before the sun had time to give off its proper temperature, the classroom shyly hid in its shadow. The window above my head was inexplicably stuck, and the cold wind came in and turned around the classroom. I tried my best to open the thermos cup, but it was empty. I let the bottle cap cross the bottle mouth like a vent. The stainless steel cup body exudes a little coolness and invades the heart again.
I kept breathing into my palm. Occasionally, I looked up and saw the classmate in front wearing his fluffy and warm down jacket, and the school uniform coat was casually thrown on the back of the chair, concentrating on taking notes. "ah! You can borrow it from her, maybe it won't be so cold. " I stared at the back of her chair and began to be in a daze. I am entangled in my heart. I still don't have enough courage to find her. After all, it's just an ordinary classmate relationship.
Finally, the bell rang, and I tried to stand up slowly, my hands and feet were stiff with cold, and my legs were slightly numb. It turns out that it is not only my heart that is struggling, but also my body. I limped behind her and gently pushed her shoulder with my index finger slightly purple with cold. Her homework hand still hasn't stopped. I moved slightly and patted her idle left hand. She just looked up with unfriendly eyes. "I don't think you are wearing a coat. Can you lend it to me for a while and return it to you when you are cold? " She didn't seem to hear it. She uttered a faint "Oh", then turned and took out a glass from her bag and ran out.
My heart instantly fell to the bottom and slowly returned to my seat, silently wiping my fresh nose. My teeth are jumping up and down with cold, and my head is groggy. It seems that this cold is inevitable. Maybe I will go to the hospital and miss many courses! Look up at the wall clock on the wall again. It's going to ring soon. Must I stay up for another class? I don't know which corner I'm staring at.
Suddenly, a hand waved before my eyes. I looked up and found that she had quickly put on my school uniform coat, steaming with a glass in her hand-"Keep it warm!" She crumpled the glass into a ball and stuffed it into my arms. "Why are your hands so cold? Are you wearing less? Fasten your clothes, don't catch a cold! " With that, she hurried back to her seat, packed her desk and prepared for the next class.
My hand didn't move, holding the glass, and I felt warm. The temperature of her hand is on the back of my hand, and the temperature of hot water is on my palm. It's so warm from hand to heart. It turned out that she hurried out to help me get hot water, and her mouth seemed to be pulled higher and higher. Finally, the bell woke me up with a giggle.
Unexpectedly, we became best friends! Even though I have graduated now and traveled in different schools, I still remember the warmth she once brought me in winter.
Another winter, my seat is far from the window, but I always like to hold a cup in my hand, a cup full of hot water.
Because it will warm my hand; She can warm my heart!
In the early morning, an orange-red sun rose from the horizon, covering the misty land with the first layer of glow. Although it is winter, thick frost covers the grassland, fields, vegetables, fields and Yuan Ye. However, in this cold winter. I can still feel the warmth from this world. Huang Cancan's light continuously dispelled the foggy morning, just like the blood of a long-dormant creature.
There was a time in the cold winter, taking advantage of this bright light, almost every household rushed to hold out cotton wool, received the ultraviolet rays of the sun on the balcony, and comfortably lay in the bed exposed to ultraviolet rays at night, with a strong fragrance, even dreaming was so sweet. My grandfather likes to get up early and just moved into the city. He is not used to the busy and noisy life in the city, so he brings a bottle of hot water every morning to enjoy the quiet side of the city.
One morning, when Grandpa went out, I overheard the sound of Grandpa closing the door, so I couldn't sleep in bed. At this time, there are still a few scattered stars in the sky. I also quickly changed my clothes and followed my grandfather to appreciate the quiet side of the city. Winter morning is a little less lively and lively, a little more quiet and safe. People who have worked all day lie comfortably in the quilt, dreaming sweet dreams. Listening to slow songs alone, I decided not to go to grandpa. I walked at a brisk pace, enjoying sweet music and enjoying my day. The outside world is quiet, but your own "heaven and earth" is still hot. Perhaps this is the beauty of winter that the world often says!
Some people often complain that it is cold in winter, but they don't know that it is because of the cold in winter that we can feel the warmth of spring breeze and the coolness of autumn, and we will usher in the spring and autumn with a hundred flowers. The same is true in the journey of life, and it is precisely because of the winter-like suffering and cold that the happiness of spring and the sweetness of autumn will be ushered in.
In the morning, the road is covered with snow and slippery, so I can't walk too fast. Just as I was enjoying the snow scene by the roadside, I suddenly found a path separated from time to time on the road, exposing the black asphalt road. Looking down the asphalt road, it turned out to be an aunt cleaner. She is struggling to shovel the snow with a big shovel, shoveling the snow to the side of the road, and occasionally playing and rubbing her hands. I can see it clearly. Aunt smoothed her hair from time to time and looked at the path she had opened.
After a while, my aunt finished shoveling and disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only a black asphalt road. After a while, the sun lazily emerged from the gap in the tall building and covered the earth with an orange coat. At this time, people were working on the road, cars came and went, and the city came back to life. They walked safely on the street cleaned by their aunt.
Although the winter morning was confused, Aunt Clean broke through the cold morning and sent a ray of warmth to everyone. When the biting cold wind blew, she brought warmth to the world.