In ordinary daily life, everyone has written a composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. In order to make your composition easier and more convenient, the following is my composition on the topic of "warmth", hoping to help you. Taking "warmth" as the topic of composition 1

Love is indispensable in the world, and I have embodied it.

It turns out that I always thought I was not my parents' biological daughter. Because, when other children finish their homework, they can play, but I can't. They always want me to review my English and the Olympics. When I write wrong questions, they always blame me; When I get good grades, they always say, "Don't be proud, keep working hard." This really makes me sad. I thought, "I may not be my parents' biological child, right?" Otherwise, they wouldn't dislike me. It was December 26th, 2xx, and the first children's talent competition was held in Xinglong Life Plaza. My mother signed me up, but I didn't get good grades that day, and I came home crying very sadly. My mother said, "There is a poem that says a cherry is delicious and a tree is hard to plant. If you don't work hard, you can't bloom it. Happiness won't fall from the sky, and a good life can't wait." A small setback is nothing, what matters is that you participated. " I thought, "I may be their own, right? If it wasn't their own, how could they be so kind to me? So I asked my parents a naive question: "Mom and Dad, am I your own?" Mother smiled and said, "silly child, of course you are our own, so we are so strict with you!" " I realized that strictness is also a kind of love.

I have experienced many parents' love for me, and I want to say to them, "Mom and Dad, I love you!" " Writing on the topic of "warmth" 2

I love winter, because there are warm stoves, warm sunshine and falling snowflakes in winter.

winter is like a deep poem. When the prosperity is exhausted, yan zhen flies away quietly, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of us. Autumn has gone, and spring will come at once. So, I have an expectation in winter, looking forward to the green spring and the warmth forever. Every winter morning, it snows every day, and snowflakes dance brightly and happily like light cicadas.

it's snowing, and the snowflakes are surging and fluttering. The dense smoothies came into my eyes. The ground, the lawn, the roof, the trees ... are glistening everywhere. Tall and straight trunks and bare branches, with the arrival of snow, the trees are getting thicker and thicker, which shows that the branches have put on a white coat.

Although winter is not as colorful as spring; Nor is it as vibrant and lush as summer; It is not as obscure as autumn, but it is irreplaceable because it breeds spring and hope. Winter makes the whole world picturesque, willow branches hanging down, avoiding the harassment of the north wind from time to time; Pine and cypress stand tall, facing the wind and snow, facing the wind and frost, like a brave soldier defending the country, even if the ice and snow are left to rain and wind; Osmanthus fragrans stayed there quietly and never gave up. Although the leaves had fallen off, just like an old Red Army who was dying, its youth was gone and its appearance was easy to change, but its dying heart was still full of unyielding will.

I love winter, and I love everything in winter. I love Xiao Hu in winter, I love animals in winter, I love snow in winter, I love tree trunks in winter, and I love winter. Taking "warmth" as the topic of composition 3

Night, boundless, I walked alone in the street. In this endless street, I feel extremely dark and scared. A cold wind blew, which made me shiver. I held the paper tightly in my hand and looked at the poor score from time to time. I couldn't help but feel a cool breeze blowing in my heart again, and my heart suddenly felt extremely dark and cold.

At this moment, a cotton-padded jacket was draped over my tight shoulders, and I suddenly felt a warm current moistening my heart like a spring breeze. I looked back and saw my mother. She smiled kindly and said, "Why don't you go home so late?" I was a little incoherent, and my mother said, "Then hurry back!" " I nodded my head.

On the way home, the wind has been whistling. Although I am wearing a cotton-padded jacket, I still feel cold, but my heart is warm. I looked at my mother. She only wore a thin dress, and her nose was red with cold, but she had a fiery heart, which enabled her to overcome the cold and gave me the rest of her warmth without reservation.

The warmth my mother gave me is like a flaming flame. In warm words, she quietly reveals her selfless love for me. Now, when I reopen the floodgate of memory, I find that many things have been forgotten, but the warmth my mother gave me will last forever in my heart. Writing on the topic of "warmth" 4

The year my grandfather left, I was still under nine years old. Maybe it was God's will. I was supposed to be in school that day, but I suddenly had a fever in the morning, so I took a sick day. At noon, I received a phone call from the hospital saying that my grandfather was dying. When my mother and I rushed to the hospital and pushed open the door of the ward, we already heard the cries. I went to the bed and called my grandfather, but my grandfather didn't answer me with a happy smile as before. At that time, I didn't understand. I thought my grandfather was asleep. It was not until the moment when my grandfather was cremated that I realized that my grandfather had left me forever.

Up to now, it has been almost five years, and my impression has gradually blurred. I just managed to recall my grandfather's face by a black-and-white photo. But there is a close but rooted in my mind, like a static painting: my grandfather is sitting on the balcony, with a small hammer in his right hand, knocking on walnuts, with a happy smile on his face. The sun shines on my grandfather. I think it must be very warm. I dreamt about this picture more than once, and every time it was so clear.

Now, I always like to sit there, sitting in the chair where my grandfather used to sit, chewing walnuts and savoring the sweetness. That beam of sunshine is still so warm, shining on me and where my grandfather used to sit.

My grandfather has gone, and I have endless sadness in my heart. However, he left me a bunch of warm sunshine and a beautiful memory. As long as it is sunny, I still sit there, feeling the warm sunshine, and my eyes look at the blue sky without a trace of noise. I know that my grandfather must be smiling at me there. Writing on the topic of "warmth" 5

Warm greetings

Sometimes the world is so cold that everyone passes by each other when they meet, and they don't even show their beauty. In fact, a simple greeting is also a virtue. If everyone cares about each other like relatives, how wonderful!

under normal circumstances, when we meet our parents, we say hello, "Mom and Dad have worked hard!" When I met my classmates, I said, "You are so early!" See the teacher and ask "Hello, teacher!" When you see your neighbor, say, "Hello, Auntie!" How warm it is.

I remember once, when I came back from an English class and walked into the community, I saw a man. He came up to me and said with a smile, "Little friend, did you go to school? Study hard! " I was surprised for a moment, and I was still thinking about it when I got home. Is he a mental illness? No, it's normal to see him like that. He knows me? That's not true, because I've never met this man, but why did he take the initiative to say hello to me? You must have mistaken me for someone else. I put my heart down and stopped thinking. But when I went to the composition class in the afternoon, I met the man again. He smiled and said to me, "Did you go to school?" Out of politeness, I nodded and smiled, but I don't know why I laughed. But then every time I met him, he would talk to me. I never knew who he was, but it didn't affect my mood, because I knew he meant no harm, just out of concern for a pupil.

yes, what's the harm in saying hello? No matter who is in front of you, you should take the initiative to say hello, and that person will certainly feel as happy as I do. As long as people pay more attention to each other, they will certainly live in harmony and reduce the occurrence of many fights and other incidents.

what's wrong with saying hello! Taking "warmth" as the topic composition 6

Maternal love is great, maternal love is noble, and maternal love makes people feel warm.

My mother is 36 years old, and she has been living a hard life since 1997 (I was born). I have been very naughty since I was a child, jumping up and down every day, without giving my mother a moment's peace. Now I feel the scar on the right side of my forehead, and it hurts slightly, but it is warm and I feel very happy.

I remember when I was about two years old, I went out for a walk with my mother after dinner. When we got back, it was very late. Before I took a shower, my mother helped me to wash. After I took a shower, my mother carried me to bed to get dressed. Because I was naughty, I jumped on the bed. I accidentally crossed my foot, and with a splash, the whole person fell off the floor. At that time, my head was bleeding. When my mother saw it, she immediately picked me up and rushed to the hospital. When I went to the hospital, my mother handed me over to the doctor and registered myself. When I was about to have a rest, I heard my crying and came to coax me. After I had an anesthetic, the doctor used a thread to connect four stitches for me. When I woke up, I found myself asleep in my mother's arms.

whenever I think about it, a warm current rushes into my heart. Mom is my candle, which makes me feel warm; Mom is my honey, which makes me feel sweet; When I am in trouble, my mother is my guiding light; When I am tired, my mother is my harbor. I love your mother and thank you for giving me infinite happiness. Writing on the topic of "warmth" 7

The world is full of love, and with love, you will get physical and mental joy, and you will feel a warm current from the bottom of your heart and feel a warmth. One thing happened around me.

It was a beautiful day. The sunshine smiled at me, the flowers nodded at me, and everything seemed very interesting. I was carrying a traveling bag and skipping along the way. I hummed to my good friend Xiaoli's house and went climbing with her.

We invited a few more classmates. We came to the foot of the mountain talking and laughing. Xiaoli had an idea: "Let's have a competition and see who gets to the top of the mountain first, shall we?" All the students except me said in unison, "Good!" Alas, running is my weakness, and I must be called the tortoise. After all, the minority has to obey the majority, so I have to run!

Yi Ting who stood by seemed to see through my mind, so she patted me on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, it's important to participate, as long as you have fun. I'll run with you later!" Yi ting felt that this sentence pushed away the big dark cloud in my heart, and my heart was warm.

The race started. I ran as hard as I could, and Yi Ting kept encouraging me. I had no idea that I was the first one! Everyone was surprised and said, "What panacea did Lareina C eat? Otherwise, how could he run so fast?" However, I ran to the end and couldn't run. The students passed me one by one, and Yi Ting stopped to comfort me and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't win the first place, as long as you make efforts. Let's keep running and let's catch up with them!" I listened to Yi Ting's words with a confident smile on my face and ran to the finish line with Yi Ting.

Although I didn't win the first prize in the end, I felt the warmth of this small group! Taking "warmth" as the topic of composition 8

There is a kind of relative, called the most familiar stranger; There is a kind of warmth called the care of strangers

-Inscription

The north wind roared, and I breathed cold air. In such a cold winter, my limbs were frozen, but my memories at that time could not be frozen.

On a cold snowy winter day last year, I was rushing home to enjoy delicious food. While I was fantasizing about this, I was hit on the head-I didn't bring my keys!

alas! I guess I'll just have to wait for my mom to come home from work. But it's surprisingly cold today. Even though I'm wearing a thick down jacket, the biting cold wind can still get into my clothes. It gets dark early in winter, and my stomach protests. I can only wait in darkness, cold wind and hunger. But this is not the way to find it, so I thought of a small shop at the gate of the community. I went to buy something to eat and fill my stomach first.

at the door of the store, the room was lit with a light yellow light, which was warm. I went in and picked out a few packets of crispy noodles. When I wanted to pay, I took out my purse and found that there was no money in it. I was surprised at that time. What should I do now? The shopkeeper seems to read my mind. The shopkeeper is an uncle of about forty years old. He is usually very kind. He often talks to me when I buy breakfast in the morning. But whether he can make me owe money first is still unknown, so I decided to give it a try. Before I could speak, he spoke first: "Do you have any money?" I nodded awkwardly. "Nothing, you can give it to me tomorrow!" He smiled and said. Then he looked at the snow outside and said, "Stay indoors now, it's quite cold outside." I promised, and then I began to eat crisp noodles. Under the light yellow light in the room, my body gradually became warm. My heart is also lit up.

Being illuminated by warmth is a kind of happiness, a kind of change, a kind of gain, and a sign that makes people's mouth rise ... Writing on the topic of "warmth" 9

Life is a wandering journey, and it is a beautiful accident to meet everyone. I cherish everyone I can call a friend, because that's where my wandering heart can stop. Having friends means having someone to cry with you and comfort you when you are sad; Someone laughs with you when you are happy, and someone gives you the feeling of heaven.

One day in PE class, I was taking a running test. My grades were very poor. After running, I ran to the side. When I stopped, my tears fell like pearls with broken lines. I heard footsteps slowly, and a familiar voice came into my ears; "What's the matter? Are you ok? It's okay. You're not the last one. Everyone won't say anything. I'm just as bad ... Don't cry. "

"Well, it's all right. It's much better to cry. You go and play. " I buried my head in my arms.

then she dragged me to the tree. "Nothing, let's go under the tree!"

After a while, Mo Ziyin pulled me up and told me to run. I shook my head and said I didn't want to run. Without saying anything, she dragged me to run for a long time, sweating a lot and being happy. I started fighting with Mo Ziyin again. I didn't know why Mo Ziyin dragged me to run until I went to bed at noon, because the tears in my eyes evaporated as sweat when I was running. Moreover, after running, Mo Ziyin kept smiling at me, which made my mood gradually better.

this is a kind of warmth-the warmth of friendship. Warmth is a guiding light in the dark, which makes people who have lost their way move towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, which makes cold people feel the hot air on their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet. If there is no warmth in this world, people