1 It's cold at dusk in winter, and the angular north wind ridge rolls across the road, and pedestrians on the street rush home.
I walked aimlessly in the street, my head heavy with hunger. My stomach is shaking with the wind, and I can't avoid being driven away by pedestrians. The road is looming in my hazy eyes. Suddenly, I smelled meat, just across the street. Great, I ran to that bag of garbage with my eyes shining.
Excited, I didn't realize that the danger was approaching me, and the sickle of death had been raised to me. Meowed-my body was thrown into the air, blood spattered, and I fell heavily on the ground. I saw that the driver got off the bus and scolded me. He kicked me to the side of the road and kept cursing me: "I'm really unlucky today. It's really …" After kicking me to the side of the road, he started the car and left angrily.
Pedestrians in the street cast pitying glances at me, but no one stopped to lend me a helping hand. The sun is setting, and the blood is fading bit by bit. In the east, several stars have appeared.
Maybe I'm going to die! I don't have much nostalgia for this world. My two years as a dog are full of ups and downs, and I have no good memories.
I closed my eyes safely and waited for death.
Under the dim street lamp, there appeared a figure carrying a schoolbag. The owner of this character is Lu Tian. He is a child who lacks maternal love. His father is a millionaire. Because of disagreement with his wife, he divorced and raised Lu Tian himself.
He found the rusty collar around my neck, which read-blossoming. Seeing that I was badly hurt, he picked me up without hesitation and ran to the pet hospital.
"What happened, doctor. Still alive? " "Alas, too much bleeding can't be saved."
I am about to return to the embrace of death, but I am not afraid. I feel the warmth of sunshine on this young Lu Tian. Maybe there is only a fraction between cold and warm. This is probably my best memory in this world!
It is snowing outside the window, but the room is warm as spring.
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Outside the window, like catkins, like dandelions, like pear petals, like light jade butterflies, dancing in the air. Glittering hexagonal snowflakes melt when they touch something.
It's late at night and the temperature is getting lower and lower. In this snow, there is a faint light flashing.
My door was gently pushed open, the light came on, and there was a vague figure in the room, wearing a thin pajamas and holding a quilt, coming towards me. At this time, my eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog. In the dim light, I saw clearly-it was mom, and I almost cried. At this moment, I suddenly felt a warm current strongly impacting me, and then quickly spread all over my body. Mother spread out the quilt, carefully covered it for me, then shivered, shook herself and left quietly.
When I got up the next morning, I saw the roof was white. This snowy appearance is like putting a small white hat on the earth. It's beautiful. I couldn't help getting out of bed, putting on my pajamas, enjoying the snow and going to the study. I saw my mother sitting at the computer desk, probably writing a report again. I just wanted to ask if I didn't sleep well again, but the words came to my mouth and were called back by my mother's sneeze. I immediately made a bag of Radix Isatidis for my mother, and then I walked gently to my mother with the medicine. My mother saw it and smiled with relief. Slowly.
At this time, there are snowflakes floating outside the window. This snow can make people who are hungry and thirsty in the desert feel refreshed, but it can also make people who tremble slightly in the snow feel warm as spring.
Warm sixth grade composition 3 Winter sunshine has a refreshing taste, beautiful and fragrant, quiet and pure. This is the warm sun.
Warm sun is warm sun, which warms people's hearts in its own way ... Some people, like the warm sun, are warm and soft. Give you support and care silently in a place you don't know, day after day, year after year, without asking for anything in return. If you are lucky, you will hurry back and see a familiar figure. He has been here and never left.
It rained heavily for several days, and looking out of the window, I couldn't help feeling a little agitated. Turning on the TV subconsciously is the time for weather forecast. I am secretly glad to hear the weather forecast that it will be sunny tomorrow. Sunshine in winter is more expensive than gold. Tomorrow, enjoy this bath that is more expensive than gold.
In the morning, a ray of sunshine shines into the window seam, dazzling and hazy. I stood up, opened the curtain a little, and then fell asleep.
A few hours later, there was a quick knock at the door. I suddenly woke up from my sleep and asked with some dissatisfaction, "Who is it?" A deep voice came from outside the door: "Your dad! Hurry up! Get up! " I touched my forehead helplessly and got up helplessly.
After a simple wash, I went out, and I felt strange as if I had forgotten something. Walking on the concrete road, I was suddenly surprised: I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring my parents' books. I wanted to go back and get it, but I found it far from home. If I go back to get it, I'll be late.
After struggling for a while, I decided to move on. The big deal is to copy a text. Although it is disgraceful, in my opinion, being late is "worse than this".
Just when I made up my mind to take a step, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I subconsciously looked back and saw a familiar figure-my father. Panting, he put the parents' notice in my schoolbag and rubbed it: "You forgot this!" " "
The sunshine is very warm. At that moment, I was lucky to find such a selfless person and give me care ... such a person, like a warm sun, filled my heart with warmth. ...
I sat by the window, the warm sunshine shone on my face, and the past came to my mind.
On a cold day, we were having a large-scale cultural program, and sitting on the playground, a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering, and a cold feeling rushed to my back. Oh, it's too cold. If I knew, I should put on more clothes. I'm not in the mood to watch wonderful programs, just thinking about how to warm up. I put my hands around my chest and put on a mask. Still, my hands are as cold as ice. This weather, when it comes to outdoor activities, there is no good weather. I was thinking about it when a classmate next to me asked me, "Why don't you watch the program?" I rubbed my hands and answered her, "It's too cold. It's not sunny at this time, and my hands are frozen stiff. How can I be in the mood to watch a performance! " She turned around as if thinking about something. After a while, she took off her coat and handed it to me, saying, "Here you are, remember to wear more when you go out next time." Then he smiled at me. I took her clothes hesitantly, but couldn't say thank you. The moment I put on her coat, I felt very warm. Her coat and her residual temperature were not very thick, but it was enough for me. The warmth of my body wrapped me, dispelled the biting chill just now, and a warmth rose in my heart.
If the care of friends is a ray of sunshine in cold days, then the care of relatives is a burning stove in winter.
Late at night, I was still writing, but my mother went to another room. I thought she had gone to bed, but just as I put down my pen, my mother came and handed me a glass of milk and said, "Come on, drink this glass of milk before going to bed." I took the milk, hot and steaming. I looked at my mother and took a sip, which was warm and with a hint of sweetness. Warm milk slides down the throat into the stomach, and it is warm everywhere. After drinking a cup of hot milk, I felt warm and comfortable, just like taking a hot bath, and my previous drowsiness was not so strong.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The call of my classmates brought my thoughts back. I smiled at her and she took me to the playground. Outside, it is warm sunshine.
The sun is warm in winter, and so is that thing.
It was the twelfth lunar month. It was freezing outside and dripping into ice. In the house, I was going to be late soon, so I put a few dollars in my pocket and ran out of the house. As soon as I went out, I felt the overwhelming cold, not only for not being late, but also for not being cold. I ran wildly. The scenery roared before my eyes, only the sound of the bag shaking behind me.
After a while, I felt that my lungs were going to explode, and I stopped to take a breath. Next to it happened to be a sesame seed cake stall: "Auntie, I want a sesame seed cake." "Well, don't worry. Are you going to be late for running so fast? " Aunt gave me a smile. "hmm." I put my hand into my pocket to get the money while perfunctory. But I didn't touch anything! I turned my pocket upside down and looked at it again-it was empty. I froze there, my fingertips trembling. Watching my aunt bake pancakes so seriously, I can't help but hesitate: what if I don't buy this kind of sesame cake? ..... to others? It should be cold by then. ..... I don't run now? ..... No, aunt must have set up this sesame seed cake stall for the sake of family life. I can never do it. My mouth opened a few times, and that sentence hovered around my mouth, but I just couldn't get out. The heart is like being roasted on charcoal fire, and it is painful because of choice. A baked wheat cake in a plastic bag was handed to me: "Little friend, your baked wheat cake is ready. Eat while it's hot. "
"Aunt, I'm sorry, I ... I lost my money ..." My voice was so low that I couldn't hear myself. Aunt was stunned first, and then smiled: "Never mind, take it." "Aunt, no, no!" I took two steps back. "Take it! Children can't skip breakfast in the morning. " She put the biscuits and plastic bags in my hand.
I touched the sesame seed cake, which was warm and that was the temperature of care; Looking up at the sky, the sun is coming out soon, which is the hope of winter. I smiled, this sesame seed cake is really like the warm sun in winter!
Warm sixth grade composition 6 10 June 13 is a special day. On that day, I experienced something that might be common to others, but it was of great significance to me.
At that time, Zhang Lijun and I went to Lijiaqiao to find Yang Mingxing to draw a handwritten newspaper. When Zhang Lijun and I walked to bridge opening in front of Chunlei School, we found that the accumulated water after the typhoon was still there. Although the water is not deep, I am wearing leather shoes. Fortunately, Zhang Lijun is wearing dripping sandals. I think I have to go there. Just as I was taking off my shoes and holding them in my palm to go barefoot, a stranger's eldest brother came riding an electric car. With a squeak, my eldest brother saw my shoes and bare feet, guessed my heart, and kindly said to both of us, "The water is dirty, and you can't walk barefoot well." Do you want me to take you? " Zhang Lijun and I said with one voice; "good!" Like a ray of warm sunshine shining directly into my heart.
Zhang Lijun and I quickly got on my eldest brother's electric car and passed bridge opening smoothly. Zhang Lijun and I were supposed to get off after the bridge was opened to traffic. However, the eldest brother said, "Do you want me to give you another ride and take you directly to the intersection of Happy Home?" Although I am very grateful to this big brother for his kindness, another thought immediately came to my mind: Wow, this big brother is not a bad guy, is he? Why did you give us a ride? Will this big brother stop there or kidnap us? Will it kidnap us? Thought of here, my heart is uneasy, we are like frightened birds. Then I thought, how come? This big brother is kind enough to help us, but I doubt him. How sad this big brother will be when he knows! Yes! Cheng, how can you think of a good man like this? ..... I have butterflies in my stomach at this time.
Unconsciously, the happy home arrived, my eldest brother braked gently, the car stopped steadily, and my hanging heart was put down. Brother, let us go.
When we were about to say thank you, eldest brother had already rode away and looked at his back at the end of the road. My heart suddenly felt upset because of my own wrong idea. In an instant, my heart was full of warm sunshine. I think there are still many good people in this world!
Warm sixth grade composition 7 meeting a person can get spiritual inspiration; When you meet a book, you can get the melting of your mind; Meeting art may change your life. ...
I first came into contact with dance art in the first grade of primary school. There are many interest classes in the school, such as singing, painting, calligraphy, street dance, cucurbit flute and so on. I immediately decided to sign up for a calligraphy class and practice my ugly handwriting like a bug.
But after my mother found out, I don't know why she strongly disagreed, but forced me to take a dance class. I couldn't object at all. When I went to school the next morning, I handed the receipt and registration fee to the teacher. The teacher asked me, "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Really?" The teacher asked again, but I still nodded in agreement-water under the bridge. I have no choice.
The quiet classroom suddenly seemed to explode. "A boy learns to dance!" "Rare!" ..... The classmates are talking about it, and I am extremely embarrassed. Since then, some people have always looked at me with strange eyes, as if to see through me. This kind of look is everywhere, elusive and unknown.
I endured it for almost a month, and these eyes gradually disappeared. Because of this vision, I once thought about giving up, but on second thought, since I have learned it, I can't give up halfway, can I? With this mentality, I persisted in the fourth grade. On Children's Day that year, I was lucky enough to participate in the school's "Children's Art Show". The high stage and thousands of light sticks met all my expectations for the performance, and our program won the first prize! Later, we were sent to other schools and other communities to perform and won numerous awards! Countless praises! Unconsciously, my posture is tall and straight, very imposing!
Meeting dance art is the most unforgettable thing for me so far. I thank my mother and myself for their persistence, which opened a window of art for me. ...
Seeing this topic, do you think I should write that the weather is very warm? You are wrong. This "warmth" represents one's spiritual beauty.
It was snowing heavily outside that day. I looked out of the window at home and thought, after dinner, I must go out and have a snowball fight with my sister. After dinner, my sister and I prepared overshoes and gloves. We are ready, and we fly away like arrows. "Wow!" I can't help shouting, there is a thick layer of snow on the roof, on the ground and on the trees.
I hit my sister with a snowball when she wasn't looking, and she got even, so we chased each other in the snow. Suddenly, I knelt down. I fell heavily on the ground and was motionless in pain. Just as I was crying, a pair of warm and huge hands reached out. It is my sister who is sweating. My sister helped me up. I asked her, "Sister, why are you sweating on your forehead?" My sister said, "You are so naughty that you scared me!" " "Say that finish elder sister touched my forehead"! It's too hot. It seems to have a fever. "My sister quickly took me home, took my temperature and found that I really had a fever. My sister carried me to bed again and tucked me in. As it happens, mom and dad are not at home, and my sister is both mom and dad. My sister is so busy that she has to boil water to find medicine. She took good care of me, but she was too tired to walk.
At night, I saw my sister sitting next to me, her head was full of sweat, and I cried, and tears jumped out of her eyes like naughty children. My sister always likes to bully me, but at the critical moment, she always takes care of me and takes care of me.
If everyone can lend a warm hand when others need help, the world will not be "cold" but "warm"!
Warm sixth grade composition 9 warm oranges, accompanied by warm hearts.
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"Sister ... sister, orange, son." A babbling cousin has a big orange in his hand, and his tender little hands are round. Oranges are ugly, rough, square and round. I have a stomachache, and the pain rushes forward. When I touch it, the orange is ice.
"Don't bother! Eat by yourself! I don't know. I have a stomachache! So cold! " As soon as I spoke, he left in smoke.
The wind blew slowly, and there was another great pain in my abdomen. The brush of the tree sounded, and the leaves crossed together, making a fretful sound. About ten minutes later, my cousin came back and handed me the orange. I was angry: "What a nuisance! I told you! Also! Ice! Yes! " I deliberately emphasized the word "too cold".
"Sister ... sister, no, ice ... hot." He said weakly. I took the orange one. I just realized-he soaked oranges in boiling water to keep warm. I immediately felt ashamed of my recklessness, a little touched, and my nose was sour.
Peel off the orange, and a stream of heat flows on my face. I traveled all over my body with a heater. The voice of the tree began to soften and no longer anxious. My cousin raised his eyebrows when he saw me eating.
At this time, I discovered that this little cousin, who is only a few years old, still has some talent for warm men. His black and white eyes set off his ruddy face, like a blush, but it was a natural blush. Small mouth is neither thick nor thin, and teeth are always so white. His hair, slightly black and brown, is very thick.
I looked at the oranges in my hand again and said to my cousin, "You eat!" " "But he shook his head and smiled. Two small dimples moved and their faces became more ruddy. A gust of wind blew and his hair shook again and again. ...
Oranges are grotesque and varied, sour and astringent, sweet and bitter. Anyway, my cousin's is the best!
Once upon a time, I thought that a teacher was a teacher, just a "living book" to impart knowledge to us, but what Mr. Zhou did made me change this view.
Mr. Zhou is the head teacher of Class One, Grade Six. He has many roles in the class: mediator, big consultant, pseudo-detective, critic ... Although he has a lot of "baggage", he still keeps all the troubles in the class in mind.
Our class is responsible for the east stairs of the "traffic trunk road", and I am fortunate to be a member of cleaning up the "expensive land". Although I am happy to serve my classmates, after all, in winter, if I put my hands without any "preservatives" into cold water, I can't help but feel the wind rustling and the water is cold.
It's just a small matter, but Mr. Zhou cares about it. It was useless to urge him several times, but he decided to act on his own! The next day, each of our classmates who cleaned the stairs received the rubber gloves of the teacher's "light ceremony and heavy affection". The classmates who cleaned the stairs were moved to tears, but Teacher Zhou said with a smile: "Take it with you, it won't be cold! You have to invite me next time! "
As long as you walk from the first floor to the fifth floor, you will see a student on duty wearing yellow gloves smiling at you. The gloves are full of Miss Zhou's love. Rubber ducks have only been popular for a while, but the warm "rhubarb gloves" are always printed in our childhood memories.
In fact, rhubarb gloves are just a small fragment in life. Teacher Zhou has done a lot for us in life. If Mandela is the father who maintains peace in South Africa and the world, then Teacher Zhou is the loving father who cares for students! Although this winter is very cold, with the care of Teacher Zhou, our hearts are warm, because all this is wrapped in the meticulous love of Teacher Zhou.
Warm sixth grade composition 1 1 Every morning, there will be a steaming cup of wolfberry tea on the table.
Every morning, a ray of sunshine shines into the living room, and there is always a steaming cup of wolfberry tea on the table.
Every morning, when a ray of sunshine shines into the living room, a happy girl walks into the room. The first thing she saw was the steaming cup of wolfberry tea on the table.
Every morning, when a happy girl drinks that cup of wolfberry tea, she can always see a middle-aged woman smiling at herself.
Every morning, after the happy girl drinks the cup of wolfberry tea, the woman will smile and ask, "Is it delicious?" "good to drink! Warm. " Girls always answer like this.
Then, the woman will say, "son, you have a pair of big talking eyes, so beautiful and bright. Why are you nearsighted?" The girl said, "Mom, you will get better after drinking this wolfberry tea!" " "Say that finish, I smiled sweetly at my mother and sat down to enjoy a loving breakfast.
One day, however, the cup of Lycium barbarum tea on the table disappeared, and there was only a note on it: "Baby, the Lycium barbarum is finished. Mom forgot to buy it yesterday, so she will buy it now. There is bread in the refrigerator. You can heat a glass of milk first. " The girl's heart is warm and full of gratitude.
The girl was staring blankly out of the window when class was over. Suddenly, a classmate came running: "Your mother sent something!" " "
The girl saw her mother at the door of the classroom. Mother's hand is still the steaming cup of wolfberry tea. The girl gulped it down. Mom still asked: "Is it delicious? Your eyes, alas ... "The girl's eyes are full of tears. Looking at her mother's tired figure, she couldn't help saying loudly, "Thank you, Mom!" "
That happy girl is me.
That middle-aged woman is my mother.
Warm sixth grade composition 12 the cold wind blew through the long branches and made a rustling sound. The cold wind swept across the field, blowing the ashes on the bare land like a whirlpool. The cold wind swept grandma's old wooden house, making a harsh sound, adding a bit of chill. Lili is a little girl of Han nationality, and her grandmother is a lonely old man with a poor family.
Lily, a little girl, came to grandma's house and found her taking a lunch break. She looked around and looked at the mountains of dirty clothes and decided to help her wash them.
Lily first picked up the wooden basin and came to the stream. She put it in the stream, pushed it forward, bent down to lift it, and a basin full of water was connected. Lili struggled to carry the wooden basin back to grandma's house, then put the clothes in the wooden basin and picked up the soap and wiped it over and over again. Lily was sweating profusely at this time, but she didn't give up. Lily thought: Washing clothes is so tiring that grandma has to do it every day. Will you be exhausted? I must help grandma more in the future.
Lily picked up her clothes again and wiped them hard. Her hands were red with cold, but she persisted. After rubbing, she picked up another board, slapped the clothes hard, beat the soapy water out, wrung it hard, dragged her frozen legs, and slowly hung the washed clothes neatly on the clothesline.
Grandma who got up just saw this scene and gave Lily a thumbs-up and said, "You are such a good boy!" " ""Never mind, it's what I should do. " Lili responded.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sun came out, and the warm sunshine spilled down, which was extremely warm. Although this ray of sunshine warms thousands of people in Qian Qian, it is not as warm as the little girl Lili's grandmother.
On this cold morning, mom and dad went out to work early. The north wind blew all night last night, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the window glass. I snuggled up in the warm bed, but my stomach reluctantly sang an empty plan. After a long struggle, I decided to go out to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup, fill my stomach and come back to sleep.
As soon as I went out, I felt as if I had fallen into the icebox. The biting cold wind came in from my tightly wrapped collar and sleeves and pierced me like countless embroidery needles. I shrink my neck, my cat is naked, and I go straight to the noodle restaurant.
Just when I was in a hurry, a garbage truck appeared on the roadside. An elderly aunt cleaner was busy by the garbage truck, her face wrapped in a black headscarf. Eyes bloodshot. You can't see a trace of ruddy on your bronzed face. Wearing standard work clothes, but very old, with many patches, swaying in the cold wind.
"Whoosh-"The cold wind continued to roar, and the erratic leaves and the dust flying on the road became more and more rampant.
Cleaners push garbage trucks around to look for erratic leaves and clean up the garbage all over the floor. In the raging cold wind, her dry hands kept busy and didn't seem to notice the cold at all.
"bang!" A child threw a can from the back of the garbage truck. The sanitation worker bent down to pick it up and smiled and said to the child, "Don't throw it again." Hearing this, the child's face rose like a big apple. He nodded quickly, turned and ran away quickly. Only then did I clearly see how tall this body wrapped in a simple coat is. My nose is sour and my eyes are wet at once. The ugly sanitation worker warmed this cold winter morning.
Luo Ziyang and I are good friends!
One day after school, my mother agreed to let me go to Luo Ziyang's house to do my homework. We do our homework together, which is very efficient. We finish Chinese first, then do math, and finally finish English. Luo Ziyang invited me to his house for dinner. At the dinner table, we talked and laughed. It was delicious! After dinner, I packed my schoolbag, said goodbye and went home.
That night, I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when the phone rang. "Hello." I picked up the receiver. A familiar voice came from Diannian: "Nie Haojun, you left your pencil case at my house!" "I gasped in surprise! Before I could go on, the phone came: "I'll send it to you!" " "I flatly refused, but under his repeated strong demands, I had to agree.
Unexpectedly, Luo Ziyang never hung up. First I heard the iron gate of his house bang, and then I heard more and more noisy sounds-car horns, passers-by's voices, bicycle bells ... but there was a voice that kept ringing-Luo Ziyang was panting all the way: "wheezing, wheezing, wheezing ..." I thought guiltily: "He must miss me and want to hurry up. I was thinking about my heart when a loud voice came from the phone: "Hello! Nie Haojun! I'm downstairs in your house! Come down and get it! " I was so surprised that I hurried downstairs. I was very excited and a little at a loss when I took the pencil case from him. Seeing my good friend's face flushed, I said, "Thank you! You wait for me! " I turned and went upstairs, quickly took down a bottle of water and handed it to my good friend. My good friend gnome male-"smiled at me. "goodbye! See you tomorrow! "He turned and trotted away.
Although it has been almost a year, I still remember it vividly and never forget it. Whenever I think about it, my heart warms up. At ordinary times, the two of us also have endless words. I hope our friendship will last forever and stay together for a long time!
Under the dim street lamp, a shadow was drawn for a long time. It's not a figure, but the shadow of a tree. This is an old tree that has been marked by years.
In autumn, the leaves of the old trees fall one by one, covering the path at the door. That path is also my favorite place to go. I always like to step on it and listen to it click as if it were the best sound.
Kaka, Kaka ... Who is stepping on my secret passage? I opened my eyes dimly. Who got up so early? I got up and opened the window, and a cold wind made me tingle all over. It was still midnight. Under the warm street lamp, a person's back is getting smaller and smaller, and the clicking sound is getting lighter and lighter.
"Strange, why did this man come out to run in the middle of the night?" I rubbed my eyes in surprise and hid in my warm little bed.
The click has been with me for days. I'm really confused. Why did you go out so late?
Finally, one day, I saw the back, the guy who stepped on my secret passage!
It's rare to go out for supper with my parents, but I found the figure that has been bothering me. It turned out that he was helping to sell supper. Are the busy adults next to him his parents? I can't help but ask him curiously, is it because he just got back from the stall that he stepped on my secret passage so late?
When eating supper, my parents chatted enthusiastically with the store. Of course, they can't help but praise the child for being so good and helping the family so late.
The shopkeeper smiled and said reproachfully, "If you don't let him come, you will be disobedient and say that you must come to the supper stall to help. As you know, our supper must have an impact on his study. "
I was surprised to hear the shopkeeper say so. Does he feel sorry for his parents' hard work? Does he want to help his parents as little as possible?
After dinner, my parents and I walked slowly along my secret path. The leaves of that old tree fell one by one, silently watching us, silently watching us warm.