Warm sunshine composition 1 "It's really not me! Not me! " I tried to protect myself, but no one protected me. The game froze for a long time until it was broken by a loud voice-
It was the same school day as usual, and we were still laughing and fighting. My deskmate Xiao Qiang is playing the game of flying notebook; He dropped the book from the fourth floor and quickly ran to the first floor to pick it up. In this way, it went back and forth several times, and some people came to watch the excitement and laughed their stomachs off. Laughter is getting louder and louder. I am attracted by this unheard-of laughter and want to see it. I stood on the windowsill and saw Xiao Qiang in a mess like a dog. I can't help laughing. But it suddenly occurred to me that I am the monitor of this class and I can't laugh at my classmates. I hurried back to my seat and began to concentrate on reading again. However, everything seems to be not so smooth, as if a "conspiracy" is brewing. ...
At noon, there is no sound in the classroom except the sound of writing and reading. Students write and write, reading books and calculating problems. Some students who are trapped by the problem lie prone on the table, bury their heads in their arms and think, and then "soar" straight up; The students who endorse this book have more complicated expressions. For a time, they stared at the book with their eyes, as if to "swallow" every word in the book. After a while, they covered their ears with their hands, closed their eyes, and their mouths kept changing, muttering a long list of words-no one could understand a word; Students who study this topic together have their heads glued together.
At this time, the head teacher angrily walked into the classroom and said, "I heard that some students threw books at the first floor today, right?"
The classroom is surprisingly quiet, only the sound of writing can be heard. Suddenly a classmate raised his hand and said, "Yang Yang threw it."
What? This is ridiculous! I never did it. This is so wrong! "I didn't throw it!" I am so angry that I am about to cry! "I promise! Yang Yang didn't throw! " It is this loud voice, like warm sunshine, that shines directly into my heart.
She smiled at me and immediately sat down to read her book.
She trusts me, which is the trust between friends; I am very touched, and my heart is full of ripples. ...
Warm sunshine, how nice!
Warm sunshine composition 2 If the world is a hut, then care is the doors and windows of the hut; If the world is a ship, then love is the steering wheel.
One morning, it was a little cold. Looking around, I was greeted by fog. I got up early, so I went downstairs alone. I saw an aunt, thin and short, with rags and oil stains on her clothes, standing next to a pancake cart with a bamboo basket on her back, making pancakes and yelling at customers. I wanted to buy a pancake for breakfast, but I thought it was not very hygienic here, so I gave up the idea.
I was about to leave when I heard a baby crying. "How can there be crying?" This sound confuses me. Seeing the small bamboo basket on my aunt, I think the child should be in it! Shouldn't children lie in a comfortable and warm stroller? How can a child be in a place like this?
At this time, another aunt came over, wearing high heels, a jade bracelet, a gold necklace around her neck, sunglasses and a pink coat, and was walking to the bakery next to her. This is not surprising. She should buy bread for breakfast.
Suddenly, my aunt seemed to hear the baby crying, too. She turned her head and went straight to the cart. Take out a hundred dollars from the bag and hand it to the aunt who sells pancakes and say, "buy something for the child, don't let the child suffer!" " "Standing by, I was surprised to see such a scene. But to my surprise, the aunt selling pancakes said, "Thank you! I can't accept it. Although I haven't read many books, I can't just accept money from others. I still know this truth ... "I didn't catch the words behind.
Aunt was silent for a while with money in one hand and said, "Otherwise, I will buy 20 pancakes!" " ! This can always be done! "He said, and brought a bag full of pancakes.
I didn't do anything, just stood there watching. Finally, pack 20 pancakes. Aunt accepted the money, held it tightly in her hand and thanked her again and again.
At that moment, my vision gradually blurred, quietly watching my aunt disappear in the morning fog.
I turned to leave, in this cool morning, because of the scene just now, my heart added a warmth.
Warm sunshine composition 3 grandma is a 90-year-old man after all, and it is more and more inconvenient to move. For grandma, sitting under the eaves and enjoying the warm sunshine in winter is the greatest comfort.
Several times, I saw grandma sitting on a cane chair from a distance, full of sunshine. In the bright light, her posture showed a trace of silence, reminiscent of the stopped pendulum.
Grandma is indeed presbyopia, not only her legs and feet are not flexible, but also her ears are memorized to a considerable extent. Yell at almost everything you talk to her, leaving her half bright and half dark. Fortunately, grandma is very reasonable and rarely bothers us to do anything.
One sunny afternoon, I was resting at home when I suddenly heard the sound of "hissing, hissing". Huh? What is that? I quickly got up and took a look. I saw grandma dragging a cane chair, trembling with small steps, and then pulling the chair, step by step to the corridor. It turned out that the sound was made by the chair rubbing against the ground. Grandma's bent body, bowing even harder, became a very standard semicircle, which seemed almost untenable. I quickly stepped forward and said loudly, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" " Grandma stopped, looked at me and explained, "I can do it." Slow down, you have something to do. "I quickly took the chair to a sheltered corner, and then came back to help my grandmother move forward slowly.
I grabbed grandma's hand, but I felt cold. In my impression, grandma's hands are always warm and soft. They have comforted me tenderly countless times and filled my childhood with warmth. Grandma is old! After a few steps, I walked a little faster, and grandma was panting.
"When people are old, they really can't." Grandma gasped for a moment and said. I don't know what to say at the moment. I silently helped my grandmother to the cane chair and carefully helped her in. For an old man, you have to be as careful as a porcelain vase. Time waits for no one. If you don't pay attention, something will go wrong.
Bathed in the sunshine, grandma smiled contentedly and shook her hand at me and said, "That's good, that's good." Go and get busy. "
I said loudly, "Let me know if you need anything."
Maybe grandma understood what I said. She nodded, then closed her eyes with a smile as if enjoying the warm sunshine. ...
Warm sunshine composition 4 10 June 13 is a special day. On that day, I experienced a thing that might seem ordinary 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 sunshine composition 5 There are true feelings everywhere in the world, and true feelings always warm people's hearts. When I was a child, I didn't understand how true feelings warm people's hearts. It was not until that day that I deeply realized the true meaning of this sentence.
One summer vacation, on a hot day, I happily went to lakeside park by bike. As soon as I arrived, my mouth opened wide: the park was crowded with people, some were jogging, some were walking, and others were playing with their companions in the water. ...
Suddenly, my bike hit an uncle, a strong uncle in a three-piece white suit. I quickly braked and tried to back off. But it's too late. The wheel of the bike hit my uncle's leg and left a dirty stripe on my white trousers.
I jumped out of the car and suddenly felt gloomy around me. I swallowed, uneasy: Oh, no! How could I be so careless! It's over. What if that uncle scolds me? What if you ask me for money? I am broke! What if he finds his parents again? I can eat "fried bamboo meat with bamboo shoots"! Or ... or what if he hits me? He is so tall, so strong and looks full of strength. I ... alas! What to do!
I squatted down and hid my head in my arms. The more I think about it, the whiter my face becomes, and I dare not think about it.
Uncle seems to see something, stroking my head with a pair of big hands and saying; "Son, it's okay. Uncle doesn't hurt. These trousers are dirty and can be washed! Don't worry! " "Yes ... yes ... I'm sorry, uncle ... uncle ..." I swallowed, and suddenly felt a beam of sunshine in my heart, so warm, so warm. ...
"Good boy, you go and play! I still have work to do! " My uncle smiled at me.
"thank you ... thank you ... uncle." This sentence calmed my nervous heart.
The warm sunshine warmed my heart and left an indelible mark on my memory. ...
Warm sunshine composition 6 Every day, I pick up my schoolbag and go downstairs, and I will hear cordial greetings: Did you go to school? I nodded. The sun shines on you, which is very warm. That is a middle-aged woman who rents a house downstairs. Her eldest daughter has joined the work, and her youngest daughter has just entered kindergarten. After school, I can always see my little daughter sitting on the stairs with her chin in her hands and watching her mother sweep the floor stupidly. Her mother is a cleaner.
The same thing: send my daughter to kindergarten by bike in the morning, and then come back to do her work and pick her up at night. I seldom see her husband, and I don't know what I'm busy with. I don't know why I feel warm when I see her. She seems to know the people in the building very well and always greets us with a smile. Laugh to reveal a row of neat teeth. Besides, she is very different from other renters.
She is very kind.
Once, my mother and I went to buy rice, and our home was close to the supermarket. At that time, we thought they could recite it, but the facts were quite different. After only a few steps, I can't lift it. My mother pointed at me: "I told you to ride a bike, but you didn't." It's okay now. I can't carry it back. " I looked down. Buy rice. I looked up and it was her. Mom nodded. "Why?" She looked at the rice on the ground. Mother said reproachfully, "The child told her to buy it by bike and refused to ride it." She smiled at me and put down her broom. "Let me help you." Mom waved her hand: "How dare you?" "Nothing." She pulled up the two corners of the rice bag, and my mother and I carried one corner. Looking at her rickety figure, a burst of emotion came to my mind. She trudged forward step by step. Rice, is it heavy? Perhaps, more importantly, the invisible burden on her shoulders?
Almost home. "Mom!" Her daughter is calling her. "Then ... I'll go back first." "Thank you so much this time." Mom said. She shook her head and said "No". Another smile, like warm sunshine.
The next day, I carried my bag downstairs. Go to school. She smiled. I nodded. Looking at the warm sunshine shining on me, I feel warm today and time is warm in my heart.
There is an apricot tree in grandma's window. When you are bored, just turn around and look out the window, and the scenery will be unobstructed.
In early spring, the whole world came back to life. The weather is getting warmer, birds are singing on the branches, and the branches are sprouting. Here, it has become a window for me to relax and watch after studying.
After getting up in the morning. I heard a rustling sound in my ears. I opened the curtains and saw a light rain outside. This is the first rain in spring. The rain washed away the window and covered it with a water curtain. Through the hazy water curtain, my eyes were attracted by apricot trees. There are countless branches on the tall trunk. Pink buds have blossomed on the branches, and from a distance, they are shrouded in thin fog, like small lights in the evening. A gust of wind blew, raindrops splashed and branches shook, which made people a little worried that these buds could not escape the storm. Gradually, the rain stopped. I opened the window and felt a little cold. What comes to the nose is the fragrance of the soil and the faint fragrance of flowers after the rain. Different from the fragrance of osmanthus fragrans, it is a refreshing and elegant fragrance.
I don't know when the sun came out from behind the clouds. Clusters of apricot flowers are blooming on the branches, with only four or five petals. They are small and exquisite, and they are also stained with rain beads. They are very lovely. There are pale pink petals in white, which reminds me of a poem: "White is not true, the scarlet letter is not red." Please red and white, don't look at nature. Apricot blossoms, with small and full petals, crowded together like a smiling girl. The yellow flower in the middle is like a shining star in the Milky Way. Raindrops fall gently and move as if winking at me. There are still a few flowers in bud, just like the bride who is going to get married, shy and shy.
Rain falls on the eaves, dripping small drops, and some fall on the petals, and the pearl-like round drops slowly cross and clean the petals. A gust of wind blows, the petals are as elegant as flying butterflies, flying in the air, and finally falling slowly like a swaying boat. What a beautiful apricot rain!
Turning around, my eyes fell on a book on the table, and a line of words struck my heart like a poem: it's neither too early nor too late, I met you, in this most beautiful flower season, a window of scenery.
Warm sunshine composition 8 Winter is a soft season. It has no charm of spring, but it has a quiet sadness and a faint smile. It is not as hot as summer, but there is soft snow, and the sunshine in winter is warm and soft. Maybe everyone will like this faint sunshine. In our dynamic interactive media company. There will be many people basking in the sun in winter, so stop running around and enjoy its warmth.
In the morning, I walked out of the boring company, picked up a cigarette and chatted with some friends in the corridor, smelled the unique fragrance of winter sunshine, looked up slightly and looked up at the sky from the 45-degree window. Look at the soft light. The corners of the mouth rise slightly, forming a perfect arc. Let the sun shine on your shoulders and you will be warm all over. I think, in the early morning sunshine, picking up a book and savoring it slowly may make you soak in it all day.
At noon, after dinner, I sat on the desk, put my hands on the desk to enjoy the warmest sunshine of the day, put on headphones, listened to those soft songs and fell asleep slowly. I think in the dream, you will definitely see a piece of pure white, and you will run and jump in that piece of pure white. At this time, the smile on the face is the most real. Wake up, relax, smile and start your afternoon work. Maybe you will try to eat as much as possible all afternoon.
At night, watching the sunset, I always feel inexplicably sad. Think about the troubles my wayward and rebellious behavior has brought to my family and my day's work. Think about it for a change in this sad sunset, isn't it?
At night, it's quiet. Winter nights are not as sultry and noisy as summer nights. Only quiet nights and sunny quilts. Looking at the sky silently, it seems like a huge piece of drawing paper. It's not good to wave your finger in the air as a brush and draw the person you love on it. You can enjoy the warm sunshine in winter every day.
Warm sunshine composition 9 always likes such days, watching the sunshine form circles on the ground through the leaves, holding a long book and a cup of fragrant teas in hand, enjoying the warmth given by the sunshine under the breeze. At that time, I thought it was the most beautiful and simple happiness in the world.
When I was a child, I always liked to haunt my mother like this and listen to her stories in the afternoon sun: Snow White, the daughter of Hai, Cinderella. Listen quietly, and then you will have a series of fantasies. I will be happy because Snow White was led by the prince to live a happy life, and I will be angry because the daughter of Hai finally turned into a bubble on the sea, and the prince didn't fall in love with her at last, and I will be sad because the person who finally entered the palace in a pumpkin wooden cart left the family with blood relationship and no love forever.
A little longer, these stories gradually moved away from my life. But these tear-jerking classics, A Dream of Red Mansions, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Peacock Flying Southeast, will be sad because of Jia Dai's separation and the cruelty of reality, and will be heartbroken because Zhou Yu, a scholar with high spirits, sends out the feeling of living and dying with Yu and He Shengliang. Will go into ancient times and spend those sad days hand in hand with them.
I gradually like the celebrities around me, like Jing M.Guo taking me into the palace of novels, like taking me into the Yuanmingyuan 70 years ago, and like to experience foreign life with Sanmao. It is no longer Temujin, the ancestor of Tang Zongsong and Qin Shihuang, but I have a little respect for them and a little helplessness.
Those who have studied the way of the world will think of how a little girl can overthrow a dynasty. Shang Zhouwang's downfall is due to da ji or his own fatuity, even though there are tens of millions of da ji. I will think of Wu Zetian, a woman, the only queen who won the world but lost happiness. I will think of all the great achievements of Xiaozhuang Wen Queen, and I will think of Lv Zhi, the first woman who listened to politics. Who says women are inferior to men? They are extreme, and they are determined to step on their feet.
Forget the world of mortals, time flies, and it is extremely difficult to steal a day or two now. Such a day is the happiness of life.
Warm sunshine composition 10 Looking at the hazy night outside the window, I unconsciously remembered the hazy clouds at that time. I am glad that she is full of sunshine and warms my heart. -inscription
Night gradually enveloped this simple town, and my dim eyes reflected on the glass window. The wind groaned feebly, as if to pour something out. I gently pushed open the cold window, and a cold wind came at me like waves, blowing through my thin clothes. One's night is quiet, and the stars seem to prove their existence to me one by one. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the photo frame that had not been moved for a long time by the bedside, gently stroking her indifferent smile, and my thoughts spread unconsciously. ...
Four years ago, I was hospitalized because of an accident and lay in a hospital bed all day. What kind of suffering is this for a naughty child? The nightmare that lingers in my mind makes me restless day and night, so my empty and numb pupils fall in love with the scenery outside the window.
I didn't really smile until she came.
Every time she comes, she brings me some books. She said that books are indispensable spiritual food, and people with books will never be empty. So, my confused eyes fell in love with words and reading.
She comes to see me almost every weekend, sitting on the bed gently every time, letting me lean on her thin shoulders, reading a few pages for me in a soft voice, and sometimes humorous words make my smile shine all the time, just like the sunshine outside the window.
She said, "Jinger, you are a distressing child." I smiled and said nothing. She sighed and opened the curtain for me. She said, "The sun is very warm. It is better to accept than to resist. " I narrowed my eyes and silently wrote down her words.
After leaving the hospital, I fell behind a lot in my lessons. She will tutor me every day until the sun goes down and people are empty, and then she will take me home. Her palm is warm, which reminds me of the warm afternoon sunshine. Under her guidance, I have been walking on campus with a confident attitude and a calm mind, sending the sunset glow against the morning sun, weaving dreams in the mountains and rivers of books and expressing my future.
She was my head teacher. Four years later, I still remember the warmth and happiness she gave me. I have never forgotten her smile and her teachings. Sunshine is warm. It is better to accept it than to resist it. Now, my world is full of warm sunshine …