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The following is a warm composition that I have compiled. You are welcome to share it.

Warm Composition 1 Grandpa passed away in the end... Thinking about the happy times in the past, I couldn't help but shed tears.

My grandma passed away when my mother was 22 years old. In the past ten years, my grandpa alone has shed countless tears silently.

Every time I go to my grandpa’s house, he will cook a table of delicious dishes: cola chicken wings, braised fish, chicken stewed with mushrooms... My favorite food among them is fish, and grandpa always puts the fish in front of me.

In fact, grandpa also likes to eat fish, but he didn’t eat a bite and gave it all to me.

I wolfed down the food, and my grandfather touched my head with his calloused hands. After I left the room, he ate the rest of the fish on my plate.

Good times never last long. During a physical examination, my grandfather found a tumor in his lungs. It was already in the advanced stage.

I was still ignorant at that time, so I joked with my grandpa: "Grandpa, you have an egg in your belly." I found that my grandpa would spit out phlegm every once in a while, and he only ate rice soaked in milk.

My mother would also cry secretly.

One day, my mother went to check in my grandpa, but no one sent me to school.

So my grandpa took my hand and led me forward step by step with trembling steps.

While enduring the tremendous pain caused by the disease, he told me to listen to the lectures carefully.

He sent me to the school gate and watched me walk through the gate before he left.

One day our family was struck like a bolt from the blue. My grandpa passed away.

Mom told me that he went to a beautiful place and was watching us secretly.

I saw that my mother's eyes were slightly moist, and I realized how cruel human life and death is.

I lost another relative.

After that, every fish I ate didn’t taste like it did at that time. Thinking of my grandpa’s smiling face, I felt so warm.

Warm Composition 2 In the morning, I was arguing and angry with my mother. I didn’t even look at the breakfast she made. I threw it away and walked quickly to school.

During the first class in the morning, my stomach began to "rag with hunger." Even if I pressed my stomach under the desk, I couldn't hide the complaints coming from my stomach.

Regret and uneasiness suddenly came to my mind.

During class, I quietly stared at the gloomy sky. The gray clouds covered the last ray of sunshine. My mood was just like the weather. I was uneasy. I was afraid that I would make my mother angry, and I was afraid that my mother would expose what happened in the morning to the teacher.

I am always on tenterhooks, silently praying and repenting at the top of my heart.

"Xiao Cao, come here first." The teacher appeared at the door of the classroom at some point, and his gentle voice interrupted my thoughts.

I stood up slowly, like a dying old tortoise, and followed the teacher uneasily, feeling endless tension and uneasiness in my heart.

When I came to the office and faced the teacher, the teacher's loving eyes were like a deep pool of water, but the corners of his mouth sank slightly, "Xiao Cao, listen to your mother, you got up late today and didn't have time to have breakfast?" I lowered my head and held my hands.

Consciously pinching the corners of his clothes, he remained silent and prepared to face a "violent storm".

But what was waiting for me was not a burst of accusations - "Come on, the teacher got up as late as you this morning. I just prepared two cups of hot milk and two pieces of bread. Let's eat together." I lowered my head

He lifted it up immediately.

The teacher handed me the warm milk: "You can't do it without breakfast!" I, who is usually sharp-tongued, couldn't say anything at the moment. I just smiled silly at the teacher, then picked up the fragrant milk,

Just eat the delicious toast.

I know that these must be specially prepared by the teacher for me, and I must eat them well.

Outside the window, a ray of long-lost sunshine shone in, illuminating the entire office and even more so my heart.

Warmth Composition 3 Warmth is a kind of fire that ignites the feelings between people; warmth is a kind of love that inspires the kindness in people's hearts.

I have also been warmed.

I remember that when I was in fifth grade, I had to represent my class in the 400-meter running competition in the school sports meeting.

I practice hard every day in physical education class, hoping to bring glory to the class.

On the day of the official competition, there were so many spectators that I couldn’t help but get nervous and started to look around. Suddenly, I saw my mother’s kind and beautiful face. My heart suddenly calmed down and it filled me with great warmth.

The referee raised his right hand and shouted "Ready, run bang!"

"The gunfire rang out, and a row of classmates rushed out. I took the lead at first." But gradually I slowed down and felt that my feet were no longer my own. My legs were like pulling a bag of sand and I couldn't move at all.

Suddenly something tripped under my feet and I fell down, lying heavily on the ground.

Fortunately, my hand hit the ground first, otherwise I would have suffered a bloody head.