There are more than 400 words in the composition "Warmth" for primary school students.

Warmth is the 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 coming from their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert, which makes thirsty people feel sweet.

Winter is coming, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the ground is covered with a thick quilt. I was walking in the street, and I felt very cold. I put my hand over my mouth to keep warm from time to time.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite. An old cleaner in his forties and fifties seems to brush the paper with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tear it with his hand.

Although it is on the opposite side, I can still clearly see that her hands are red with cold, like a fire.

When she carefully cleaned up several pieces of advertising paper, she went on to another one. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her close to the wall again, and then she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on here? Why doesn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.

I just wanted to have a look, but I saw a thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. I thought she would clean the paper, but I didn't expect her to act exactly like the old cleaner: raise her right hand, freeze in the air, shake her head slightly, and turn away.

Seeing this, I was more confused, so I made up my mind to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What you see is a' looking for you'. It says: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male. ...

The doubts were cleared, and I understood everything at this moment. At this time, a warm current came to my mind, and snowflakes were flying like goose feathers, which made me feel extra warm instead of cold.

It is very cold in winter. But he can also make people feel warm, just like those two cleaners. The deep warmth of this world comes from a heart as hot as fire. It is this' sacred' fire that lit the fragrant petals in my heart. I feel warm enough to haunt my life.

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Flowers bloom and fall, and how many warm stories are staged in it; How many warm stories have gone away with the long-flowing water. On this energetic day, how many people are silently warming you?

In my eyes, everything my parents gave me can't be compensated in this life. In particular, their care, love and attention cannot be bought with money. Growing up in warmth, I deeply realized this.

On the threshold of my memory, I will never forget: one day in the summer vacation, when my mother and I were cleaning the room, because of my carelessness, we didn't grasp the handle of the chair, so that we fell from the high cabinet and hit our chin on the marble at the corner of the table. Suddenly blood spilled out and dyed the collar of my dress red. My mother turned white when she heard running from the next room and saw me like this. But she immediately realized something, took out a lot of cotton from the medicine box, blocked my wound and sent me to the hospital at once. At this time, my father is having a meeting in Ningbo. When he learned the news, he drove to the hospital quickly. Because my father is not around, my mother's burden is particularly heavy. I know she is actually more nervous and heartbroken than I am.

At that time, I thought it would be okay to apply some medicine and wrap it up. Who knows, the doctor said that the wound must be stitched up with a needle. Because the incision is too big and there is much bleeding, it will have a bad effect. It's horrible to think about sewing with a needle, let alone experience it personally. Looking at the needle that the nurse brought to sew the wound, my heart beat faster and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. When the doctor raised the needle and began to sew up my injured chin, my mother's warm hand gripped me tightly. At this time, a feeling of stability and calmness came to my mind, and my heart slowly relaxed. I know that my mother's warm big hand holds my hand tightly here, and my father's comforting words are closely connected with me there. I am warm and happy. I didn't cry at that time, because I felt the warmth from my parents at this dangerous moment far from the edge of life and death.

By the time my father arrived at the hospital, my wound had been stitched up and put on gauze. Seeing my father, I threw myself into his arms. Maybe now I realize the fear atmosphere in the infirmary. Maybe I have never experienced such a thing, and I am very wronged. In my father's arms, I shed tears that I have endured for a long time. My father looked at me with a smile, and his rough but warm hand brushed my cheek: "Silly child, don't cry. It's all over, isn't it? " Yes, everything has passed, everything will pass, but for everything my parents gave, I hope it will not pass and be preserved forever.

After that, my father painted me with liquid medicine and changed gauze every day. It's hot in summer, and my father is afraid that my wound is inflamed. He cleans my wound every day and never delays a little time. Due to the careful care of my father, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said that the wound had healed and grew well.

Warm, do not need to use beautiful words to describe, do not need to use exquisite brush to carve, but still bright and dazzling. A classmate's progress, a teacher's sincere greetings and a friend's warm help all make you feel warm. And do you still remember the sincere warmth of too many parents? Cherish all the warmth, and the warmth of your parents will accompany you to overcome difficulties and obstacles. In the face of danger and competition, they must be your spiritual pillar!

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Warm, that's the truest feeling in my heart. Have you ever felt it?

Last year 1 1 month, remember, it was a mid-term exam! After the exam that day, I hurried home to review the next lesson. The car drove very fast and there were not many people on the road, which provided me with more space. However, suddenly a battery car came in front of me, and I immediately turned the faucet. However, I still heard a bang, and my car and I flew out. I was pinned down by the car and my leather gloves were worn out. At the moment, I was so helpless and at a loss that I didn't speak or scold the waiting young man. He seems to be all right, but he doesn't come to help me lift the car from me. There's a pedestrian watching. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the car that was on top of me was taken away. "Are you all right?" A voice asked, "Can you stand up?" I turned to look at the speaker. Isn't this our classmate? That boy was unknown in the class. I didn't even talk to him, but at this time, he helped me. In an instant, my nose was sour and tears rolled in my eyes. "Get up, let me help you!" "He held out his hand and lifted me up from the ground. I find my feet hurt a little, but I can hardly walk. "Thank you! "At this point, I only have this sentence to express my feelings. He smiled and shook his head and looked at my car: "Can the car still drive?" I squeezed out a smile: "nothing, I can drive, hurry home and review!" """Are you really all right?" He asked incredulously. "Really!" I urged him to leave. I can't delay his time. "Then you should be careful!" Then he looked at me anxiously, drove away slowly, and went home to see me from time to time.

The car I took even turned the faucet once, so I twisted it back and drove home in a few broken cars. When my mother heard this, she immediately shouted, "Why are you so careless and drive so fast?" ? I already told you, you deserve it! "Looking at my mother's angry face, tears finally came down:" How could you? I hurt my foot, and you still call me that! "! Is there a mother like you? "I shouted and walked into the room and closed the door. A person was crying in the room, and suddenly I felt that even a classmate I hardly knew helped me, which made me very moved, but my beloved mother did it! Why? It is even more wronged to think about it. Lift up your trouser legs, your ankles are swollen, and the pain is accompanied by tears. At the moment, I am so sad that I don't know what to do.

My mother was not at home when I walked out of the house. After a while, she came back with a plaster in her hand. "Oh, come here, let me see where it hurts!" My mother looked at me with reproachful eyes, but I obviously felt that there was more love than heartache in those eyes. I see. In fact, I should have understood just now that my mother's blame is out of love! How could I be so stupid! I woke up suddenly and felt a warm current rushing through my heart. The injury has been cured by it!

Love sometimes needs a quiet experience. Everyone expresses love in different ways, but they can make others feel warm. As long as you appreciate it with your heart, you will find warmth everywhere.