Warm sun in winter composition
Warm winter sun 1 A ray of sunshine in the warm winter sun shines into my room through the window, while I am lying in bed sleeping. My mother came into my room and said, "Cheep!" The curtains were opened, and the sun shone on my warm bed, which was very comfortable.
"What do you want for breakfast?" My mother's gentle voice pulled me out of my sleep. "Well, I want to eat small wonton." I said, turned over and buried my head in the quilt. "Get dressed before I come back, or you won't want to eat wonton!" Then, it is the sound of closing the door.
Hey, who wants to leave this warm bed? Today is Sunday, so you can sleep in. Besides, the north wind is howling outside, and the wind is biting. Hey, wait, mom really went to buy wonton? I dressed quickly and ran into the kitchen. My mother was not here, so I ran into the bathroom. My mother wasn't here, so I ran to the balcony. My mother is not there. Did she really go to buy wonton against the strong wind? I ran to the window and the glass was banging in the wind. I looked out with a cup.
On the empty road, only one person is struggling forward. She wears a hat and a scarf around her neck so that only her eyes are exposed. He is none other than my mother!
I really regret saying those words and making my mother buy wonton in such a strong wind. But now, that's it.
I finished washing and sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for my mother to come back. It's seven fifteen. It's seven twenty-five, seven thirty. Why hasn't mom come back yet? It wasn't blown away by the wind! Just then, familiar footsteps sounded on the stairs. Soon, my mother was carrying two bowls of wonton, one for me and the other for her.
At the dinner table, my bowl seems to be overused. Obviously, I still have a few bowls. I rummaged through my mother's bowl to make a comparison, but my mother wolfed it down.
The warm sun in winter is sprinkled on the table, in the bowl of wonton and in my heart.
Warm sunshine in winter composition 2 Winter is getting stronger and stronger, and the north wind is whistling outside the window!
I was awakened by the cold wind when the alarm clock didn't go off. Just when I opened my eyes, I saw a beige scarf beside my bed. Simple workmanship, no tricks. It looks unremarkable. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother has recently become obsessed with knitting scarves. In my spare time, wool always flies in her hands, weaving a rainbow, which dazzles me. Every time I saw this scene, I was impressed by my mother's skillful skills. I always get excited when I think of the new scarf around my neck.
But this beige scarf is usually worn by my mother! Why did you put it by my bed? Is it for me? Didn't my mother usually knit it for me? Suddenly disappointed and angry, I couldn't help complaining: hum! Use the new one for yourself and give me the old one. Am I myself? The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
"Baby, get up!" My mother yelled at me as she walked into my room, but I sat on the bed with my clothes on, scarf in hand, muttering sulks. My mother seemed to see through my mind at a glance, "Oh! Busy these days, your scarf hasn't been knitted yet. I'm afraid you'll catch cold, so I'll put a scarf around you first. " Mother suddenly lowered her head and explained in a low voice, as if a child had made a mistake.
Suddenly, time seemed to stand still, and a burst of heartache spread from my heart. Recalling the scene just now, I am sorry for my mother! She worked hard to knit me a scarf, but she blamed herself for not knitting it well. My mind seems to see my mother riding a battery car in the street, buttoning her winter coat tightly because there is no scarf, raising her collar high, shrinking her thin neck and marching slowly against the cold wind. ...
On the way to school, the cold wind is still whistling and beating the big trees around me, and the leaves are swaying and falling helplessly. I buried my head gently in my mother's scarf, and my nose was full of mother's breath, warm and sweet, full of warmth, which dissolved into my blood and penetrated into my heart.
This beige scarf, like a touch of warm sun in winter, crossed my heart.
One cold noon last winter, I went home by bus, and what happened on the bus made me unforgettable.
That day, as soon as I got on the bus, I saw an old man in front. There is a red schoolbag in his left hand and a three-or four-year-old boy in his right hand. Suddenly, the bus stopped abruptly. Grandpa couldn't help stumbling forward a few steps. I'm afraid the little boy was hurt and began to cry. Grandpa quickly picked up his little grandson. After all, age waits for no one, and the car has started. Grandpa, the first few steps, the last few steps, the terminal is unstable. However, some young people in the seat smoked leisurely; Some chat with acquaintances themselves; Some people look out of the window. No one seems to notice the father and son.
Just then, a little girl of eleven or twelve stood up decisively and gave her seat to her grandfather and grandson. With a smile on his face, the old man looked at the "red scarf" with appreciation and repeatedly said "thank you, thank you".
At that moment, I saw that the red scarf on the little girl's chest seemed brighter and brighter. The people in the car seem to have been touched. You see, the middle-aged man who smoked just now is embarrassed to owe his body. He may feel guilty sitting next to the old man. The beautiful aunt who was just joking took a look at the little girl and asked her to be her own seat, but the little girl said politely, "thank you, I can." Please sit down. "
I got to the station and got off. At this time, although the sun only showed a little smiling face, I felt very warm. I see: that lovely "red scarf" is a ray of warm sunshine in the cold winter, which brings warmth to people around.
Isn't that what we need in life? Isn't that what each of us needs? Therefore, we should be ready to help others and start from every little thing around us. I believe that as long as everyone gives a love, our life will be more perfect and our society will be more harmonious. Let us be surrounded by the sunshine of love!
The cold wind roared endlessly, the windows trembled with cold, and "bang" screamed incessantly. In the window, I looked blankly at the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, and a cold current hit my heart. Indeed, every day when the cold wind howls and the rain comes to join in the fun, the little sun in my heart can't be lit. Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a cigarette box hanging from a tree outside the window, and a warm mood was once again drawn out by the little thing that touched my heart-that day, I was walking home safely, and I loved to make trouble. My mother let out a cry, "Huh?" I joked, "Why, I can't find my wallet?" "No, look how beautiful this wintersweet is." "hey!" I don't think so. What caught my attention was a cigarette case on the tree: "Mom and Dad, come and see, who is so wicked to hang the cigarette case on the tree?" After that, I'm going to be a flower protector and take off this failure of hurting beauty.
Dad stopped quickly and said, "There are words on the reverse side." "really! It said, "please take care of the trees, the young trees will cry." "The tender handwriting on the carton is obviously written by a child. Mom and dad read it and said, "The child who wrote this is really sensible." Say and they will continue to move forward. For me, endless shock masked the rich fragrance of Chimonanthus praecox and came to my face.
Nowadays, slogans about "environmental protection" can be seen everywhere in society. However, how many people will actively give up the warmth of air-conditioned rooms and actively respond to the stimulation of video games, and really want to take turns to do something practical? But this naive child can take action to protect the environment. Isn't this shocking? If everyone can light up the little sun in his heart and send a warmth and a touch to others and all the creatures in the world, the world will be better!
I feel warm, and the long-lost sun finally rises after the rain in Ran Ran.
Last week, all the teachers and students in our school launched a charity donation activity. We want to send winter warmth to the poor children in Sichuan.
When the teacher announced the news, all the students in our class were enthusiastic. Some said they would donate cotton-padded clothes, some said they would donate stationery, and some said they would donate books. Suddenly, there was a discussion in the classroom ... they all said: there are true feelings everywhere in the world, and it is a happy thing to help others without giving them a reason. Look at the smile on every student's face in our class.
After school that day, as soon as I got home, I put down my schoolbag, rushed into the bedroom, opened the closet and found some cotton-padded clothes I had worn as a child. Then I opened the shoe cupboard and found two pairs of shoes that were hardly worn. My mother and I washed and dried these cotton-padded clothes, sweaters and trousers together. Brush the soles of shoes, then fold them neatly and put them in the bag. I still want to give them some spiritual food, so I took some books I like off the shelf.
On the morning of donation, I was carrying a schoolbag, a bag of clothes in my left hand and a bag of books in my right hand, and my mother was holding two pairs of shoes. Along the way, students in school uniforms walked to school with full schoolbags on their backs like me.
As soon as I got to the stormy playground, I was stunned by what I saw. If a corner of a big playground is full of donations, it can be piled into a hill. Even two ping-pong tables are full of books. The aunts and teachers of the family Committee are still busy receiving love donations. With these loving things, children in Sichuan can survive this cold winter.
These cotton-padded clothes, shoes and books have brought warmth in winter and our deep love.
I still remember one winter in the fourth grade, my classmate's mother organized a charity sale in quancheng square.
At that time, because it was winter, we were wearing school uniforms, and even though we wore sweaters inside, we were still shivering with cold. I walked up to a big sister and asked her, "Sister, do you want a newspaper?" Seeing that I was a child and wore so little, my elder sister frowned and asked me in a caring tone, "Little friend, who told you to sell newspapers?" "We are having a charity sale," I pointed to my parents' direction. "We are going to donate the money from selling newspapers to the disaster area. Look! "
I think: this sister must have misunderstood. Will she treat us as bad people, or mistakenly think that we are controlled by bad people? She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, I see! Then I want two newspapers. " Say that finish, she handed me five dollars. "This newspaper is ..." I was just about to say that this newspaper was fifty cents when I was interrupted immediately. "It doesn't matter, just consider me as having bought ten copies!" Elder sister smiled gently, and then I began to pay attention to her: a pair of crystal clear eyes, white skin as snow, and waterfall-like black hair hung naturally around her waist. Her smile is like the first ray of sunshine on my face on this snowy day. I smiled happily, as if I had been basked in the warm winter sun. I said gratefully, "Thank you!" He ran back.
Caring is caring and loving. If the world is a small room, then love is a small window into which a ray of sunshine can shine.
In the warm sunshine, my eyes were covered with a hazy mist.
Warm sunshine in winter composition 7 The wind blows without a trace of warmth. Although the sun is shining, it only radiates brilliance. Only a touch of sunshine in my heart can dispel the cold. -inscription
Although it is early winter, the gloomy weather is not over yet. At this time, the sun and the air embraced each other gently, passing through the camphor tree forest, which was extremely bright and dyed the world white. Reach out and let the sun shine gently, melt in the palm of your hand and let the warmth spread bit by bit.
Inadvertently, a small butterfly flew by my feet, and its tender wings were a little gray. It stops on a green and black leaf. It should be strange to have butterflies at this time. I looked down at it, and it flapped its wings in the sun, as if enjoying this happy time. I guess that's all it can enjoy. At this time, the spring red has already faded, leaving only monotonous green. It is alone, like a lonely boat, sailing in a cold and lonely winter day. It seems to have noticed me, flapping its two small and tender wings up and down. Looking at that little figure, it should have spent the summer in droves with other butterflies in the hot summer, and spent its beautiful and splendid days. When the wind of death blows, flowers wither and paraquat withers. Butterflies disappear with the wind, and when they leave no trace, they are born in despair, fly to the beautiful flowers they yearn for, and disappear at the end of white in search. Butterfly's belated life blooms in the warm winter sunshine. Perhaps destined to be endless loneliness and cold, but the hope and warmth in my heart is the warm sun in the cold wind.
In winter, the warm sunshine and warm sprinkling cut off all the cold loneliness.
Warm sunshine in winter composition 8 The wind is strong in winter, shaking the shadows of trees. I saw me five years ago, huddled on a wall at the school gate with my classmates, scratching bricks with my back. The dim sunlight enveloped the earth.
There is an old man in the corner of the playground, wearing a wool hat and a black cotton-padded jacket. He uses sweet potato candy as plastic lining, which costs 50 cents each. A stove, a pot on the stove, heated sweet potato sugar, like soft amber. The old man picked up a small spoon and scooped up a small spoonful of sugar. He shook his wrist, and the sugar water flowed out of the spoon and onto the iron plate, on which there was a piece of bamboo. Around this piece of bamboo, the hand holding the spoon is sometimes full of ink and sometimes cherishes ink like gold.
The bamboo piece is in hand, and the enamel on it is vivid and crystal clear. Either Dian Wei, or Song Wu, a bonzi. This is a folk expert. He is familiar with the images in the four classical novels and outlines them with sugar. Even the best thing, the tongue is greedy. Once a hero, after a few minutes, he finally fell on his tongue.
A group of children gathered around, holding their fifty cents high. I squeezed in. Suddenly, someone behind him clearly let out a cry; Lin, you have no father. Looking back, it turned out to be my deskmate. I stepped on him and didn't allow me to explain. He drew his sword. Below, it hit me. This is my pain. I have excellent grades, good conduct and handsome appearance, and I am very popular with teachers. But I have no father. I envy those students who have fathers.
Staying there, I tried to grab something to resist the pain inside. I'm not in the habit of crying. I was powerless to fight back, thinking I was speechless. I am only eight years old this year.
The old man reacted violently. He beat the edge of the pot with a small spoon and shouted at my deskmate. Son of a bitch At such a young age, I know how to stab people in the heart. Don't try to eat me. "
On the road of life, I try to forget the harm that others have done to me and save up a little warmth. If you accumulate more, there will be a sun in your heart. With the sun, standing in the wind, when the cold comes, love and passion will not leave me far away.
Warm sunshine in winter 9 Winter, the word contains monotony and loneliness, but there is also gentle sunshine, which gives people charcoal warmth in the snow and expresses a sunny mood. Bathing in her arms melted my heart, sincere and comfortable.
It was a winter morning, with a light snow and a biting wind. I rubbed my hands, steaming, and looked helplessly at my mother's little red car-the door froze.
This incident on the way to school is no joke. It can be described as "killing two birds with one stone", which is not only harmful to the car, but also delays the time to go to school. Even though my mother and I tried our best, we were at a loss and could only complain that "this door doesn't work!" " "How did this happen?" "Waste my time!" "Mom, we can put the hot water at home in a bottle, take it down and pour it in the seam."
I am excited about my cleverness. "Of course I thought of it, but there is no hot water at home, so I have to burn more. Are you bored? " Mom is getting a little impatient.
At this time, I heard a loud noise, and the door of a security room not far from the car opened. "I've been watching you for a long time," a security guard squinted in the snow. "Can I help you?" "Our car door won't open." I pointed to the door, opened it, and spread out my hand. "That's it, wait!" He returned immediately and brought back a hot water kettle. "Come to me when you encounter such a thing in the future." Speaking nonstandard Mandarin, he poured boiling water into the car. "hmm!" Mom smiled, "but this is not the water you want to drink today. Sorry to bother you!" " ""Nothing, I think it is more important for your daughter to go to school. "
By the way, I have to go to school! At this time, the frost in the door just melted, so I quickly opened the door and sat down. "Thank you, Uncle!" I rolled down the window and smiled. "Nothing, go to school!" The security guard waved to me.
At this time, I was sitting in a car with temperature and felt a warm current flowing, boiling from the outside to the inside. ...
The warm sunshine in winter composition 10 The northwest wind all night washed this winter into blue.
The bright sunshine outside the window brings warm colors to the flowers indoors. Chlorophytum has long hair, Clivia grows calmly with lush green, and azaleas are full of smiling faces.
In the sunshine, the flowers are smiling and enjoying the warm sunshine. Flowers stretch their leaves and smile happily; The young leaves that have just grown are curled up, with a shy face and a charming expression when they grow up.
Unable to resist curiosity, I can't help but want to touch, slender hands, softly stroking baby-like stamens.
Flowers are the smiling faces of flowers. When flowers are happy, they will laugh one by one. Just like the mood in the cold wind, in the warm sunshine, write the smile on the corner of your eyes and the wrinkles on your face; Write the sound as laughter music, and swing the laughter into a beautiful dance.
The sun shines on the whole house. If the north wind is not still outside the window, I really doubt that I have entered spring.
Sunshine warms people's hearts, and the mood bathes the sunshine with flowers. Warm mood and warm flowers make this winter a romantic poem.
Smiling face is the reflection of sunshine in my heart; Laughter is the movement of sunshine in my heart. Sunshine has experienced many vicissitudes, and sunshine records happy memories. Sunlight drives away the space occupied by sadness and makes the mind broad and cheerful.
The warmth of the warm sun in winter melts the ice in my heart. My heart thinks in the warm sunshine in winter. Is there sunshine in your world? Is there sunshine in your heart? Are you in a clear mood?
Close the sad window in your heart, open your heart to the sun, let the sun shine on your winter mood, put your heart in the sun and bask in the sun. The warm sun in winter clearly breeds the sunshine in spring.