Ask for the composition "that warm place"

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.