Touching the composition 1 touching is a pair of warm big hands in the cold winter wind; Touched by the fragrance of flowers in the spring breeze; Touched, it is a lovely spray in the cool summer wind; Moving is the yellow leaves in the autumn wind ... moving is a noble nutrition. It shines directly on your heart like a ray of warm sunshine in the dark.
I remember it was the Lantern Festival in 20xx. A classmate and I went to the Regent California Cinema in Xiamen to see a movie. When we were ready to go home separately, it was already 9 pm. I took the BRT and got off at Jinjiting Station. I thought to myself: I'm going home to watch Yuanxiao soon! Thinking, I quickened my pace.
Suddenly, my foot slipped, and just when I thought I was going to fall in the next second, a pair of warm hands caught me and I landed safely. These hands are thin and black, and their fingers are covered with chilblains. This is the hand of an old woman. "Thank you, goodbye! Oh, my feet. " Just as I was about to say goodbye to the old lady, I suddenly found my foot twisted. "What's the matter? Did you sprain your foot? Let me take you home! " The old lady asked with concern. "No, I can do it!" I answered. "No, I have to take you back!" The old woman insisted on sending me back. At this moment, I was moved, moved by the kindness and enthusiasm of this old woman. The old woman sent me back that day and left without leaving her name. I have never seen her since.
Touch may actually be just a moment or a shot. Although short-lived, it deeply touched your heart. People are moved because they live in a world full of love!
Composition 2 with the theme of moving, moving like life, guides me and makes me choose morality before choosing life-interest.
I still remember last year, my family took part in the activity of turning off the lights for one hour in the world. Mother only took out a few candle boxes in the cupboard. Take out one, light one and turn off the lights. In an instant, the house darkened, leaving only the halo around the candle. The seedlings twinkled above the candle. After a while, the wind came, the flames were beating, and smoke came out of the flames. I watched intently. I suddenly dropped a drop. I looked at the candle, and gradually, the candle became shorter, leaving only a pair of wax. Looking at the starry sky, I can't help thinking: the invention of candle is not the greatest invention, but its spirit-sacrificing oneself for others, shines brightly. It was it that created many writers before the invention of electric light; It is it, the predecessor of the torch; It taught us the truth of self-sacrifice and taught me a lesson; That's it. Write down the least important word "I" for me. .
Candles remind me of the brave people standing next to the Fukushima nuclear power plant. They used their own lives to build a wall of life that spans life and death, protecting the safety of people in Japan and even the world. They work bravely in opaque nuclear power plants. They guard the earth like guardians.
Touched, it is your inner cleaner.
I am a strong and brave girl, and I don't like crying on weekdays. Even if it is sick or injured. But only once, I cried.
At that time, the weather was sunny, neither too cold nor too hot, which made people feel very comfortable. The blue sky was like washing, birds were singing cheerful songs, willows were dancing beautifully, and everything was intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and then I felt a chill. Then, I realized that I might have a fever, and my temperature was only about 37 degrees. Then his mother came back to see me and felt uncomfortable. She quickly asked me what was going on. I had a fever and took me to the hospital at once. After returning home, I have been lying in bed at night with a fever of nearly 40 degrees. I saw my mother crying beside me and said, "When I was a child, my mother would rather die than you." I cried and said, "Mom, don't cry, don't cry." Tonight, my mother has been by my side and never left.
It was not until the third day that my mother was ill that I got up and heard my father say that my mother was too tired, and I was in tears. I calmed down a little, poured medicine for my mother and sent it to me. Mom sat up quietly. I saw tears in her eyes. She said to me, "It's great that Feifei has grown up!" " "This time, I couldn't help it any longer, and tears poured down my face." It's okay, mom. "I threw myself into my mother's arms and held her tightly. I haven't been apart for a long time.
Mother's tears are my concern; My tears are my love for my mother.
When I was very young, my mother said, "I want to quarrel with my mother." Now that I think about it, I am a shame. What is a mother? "
In the days to come, I will study harder and repay my mother with excellent results.
There is a glass in my heart, which contains large and small red and green things, and that is the fragment of my memory. I took out one and put it in my head. ...
My father and I were sitting on the train to Guangdong, and the train flute rang happily. When we arrived in Guangdong, we rushed back to my father's house, because I was really not used to the air outside. Just arrived home, some colorful petals were flying in the air like colorful butterflies. "Welcome Yingying to go home." Everyone said to me in unison. However, I didn't care, because it was this hateful girl who took away my parents and made me lose the love of my family. I'm only here to be nice to her.
I started my magic while they were taking a nap. I opened an unopened bottle of drink, poured out 1/2, and put salt, Chili powder, shampoo and vinegar into the drink according to the ratio of 2: 5: 4: 1, and then I stirred it, just like before. Just to be on the safe side, I took my drink back to my room and pretended to sleep.
They all woke up and dad went to work; Grandpa also went to work; Grandma went to her uncle's house; It's just me and that girl at home. I thought to myself: if she drinks this bottle of "I'm dying of pain", then she will ... haha! I gave her tea and she drank it without hesitation. But doesn't she have any doubts about me? After drinking, she forced out a smile and walked back to her room. I thought she would complain to her father, but she didn't. She said, "Sister, I know you don't like me, but I believe I will make you like me." I cried, and my heart was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle.
I was wrong. I was completely wrong. That girl is not bad, she touched me with sincere heart, she touched me all my life!
Composition 5 is about moving. I came back from my trip last night. I am tired and have an early rest. I suddenly want to ride a bike to buy breakfast in the morning. I ran to the carport and found that the bike was not there. Has it not moved for a week? I asked my aunt in the carport. No, I'm sure she's not. I think hard. It was really a week ago. There is no hope. I'm really disappointed to lose it.
Because of the short distance, I often walk, and sometimes I ride my own car on business trips. Often when things are done, I habitually go back and lose a car, but this time it is new, not giant. I came to the grocery store that day with one percent hope. Hey, the door hasn't opened yet. It won't open until nine o'clock. Looking at the busy street, it must be gone. Walking, a light blue bike stopped at the post office door alone. Why is it exactly the same as mine? I walked around half a circle. The locks on the taps are the same. I asked the newspaper seller, "Master, whose bike is this?" "I don't know whose this is. I took it out for several days. " I can't believe it. It's really touching that there are such good people who move around every day for a week. It turned out that I parked my car at the door after I took the money that day and forgot it completely. Really careless. I will remind myself to be more careful in the future. Under the watchful eye of the master, I unlocked the car. The master made a beautiful passing gesture and asked me to take it away. I was very moved and said, "You are really a good man. Go and buy a pack of cigarettes yourself. " The master smiled and said, "Be careful in the future." This ordinary newspaper owner suddenly became great in my mind. I silently said that we would meet again, and some gloomy colors in my heart turned blue.
There are still true feelings in the world, and there are still many good people in the world.
There will be too many touches in the life of six people. Touched, like a refreshing mountain spring. Drinking the sweet spring makes our hearts clear and bright; Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze and make our hearts pure and spacious; Touched, such as white and flawless snow scene. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful. Moved again and again in life, like pearls hidden in my heart. Today, I will choose the brightest one to show you.
Everyone knows that it happened in Ya 'an City, Sichuan Province. A strong earthquake of magnitude 0 made our hearts tremble for a long time.
Yesterday, 20 13, April 20th, a pair of twins were playing at home. Just as they were having fun, the earth suddenly shook, and both brothers were shocked by the sudden vibration. In the roar of the earthquake, my brother was suddenly awakened. He looked at a slate flying towards his brother, who was too scared to move. He jumped at him in desperation and stood in front of his brother. ...
Finally, my brother was seriously injured, but my brother was unscathed.
Seeing this scene, I was shocked. What kind of power makes this little boy who was born a few minutes earlier than his younger brother bravely rush up and stand in front of his younger brother? I thought about it for a long time and finally understood that it was love.
It is because of love that he can rush to save his brother's life. It is because of love that he bravely stood in front of his younger brother and staged such a touching scene in the world; It is because of love that he gave himself up and forgot himself without hesitation, and wrote down the story of the world. We can only keep this feeling in our hearts and turn it into a force for progress.
Too many feelings come from love, not because we pretend to be sad, but because we really show our feelings. In life, we just need such a touch, shining like stars in the night sky and illuminating the world.
Therefore, we should also pay more in life-love. ...
Composition 7 with the theme of moving is moving every day, and it is "new" every time! I will also be moved, every time I am moved by my heart. ...
Sweaty children, accompanied by the rippling slogan "12 1,121...", walked quickly on the runway ... This is our class: Class Five!
The sunshine falls on our faces with the breeze; Sweat soaked our old uniforms, but we gritted our teeth and persisted. ...
Because, we-in: military training!
There are too many emotions in military training. Let me tell you loudly. ...
Moved by life: wash clothes by yourself and hang clothes by yourself; Fold the quilt, pull the sheets ... Make it yourself, make it yourself! How hard is it for us pampered babies at home? On the first difficult night, many girls cried ... one word: homesick! I don't cry, strong girls, don't cry! I'm touched ... why not? What a great opportunity this is! Finally have time to take care of yourself! Why not? ...
Moved by the teacher: in the harsh and arduous military training, there is no cold and warm voice that mom and dad often say; There is no relaxation and comfort brought by air conditioning and cold drinks; Not to mention the warmth of home and happy love ... everything is a reality!
Reality is cruel-of course, it may be warm and happy! Every time Miss Zhou comes with a smile, the whole class gathers around her and starts chirping around her, just like a sparrow ... and Miss Zhou just listens-it's so crowded! I'm touched ... why not? What a good teacher this is! So listen to our hearts patiently. ...
These are all moving, and military training is different!
Touching is around, as long as you pay, as long as you try your best, as long as you put your heart into it … you can see it!
Once when I came home from school, the sky suddenly darkened and a large dark cloud quickly swallowed up the blue sky. The leaves on the tree did not move, and the air was filled with a dull smell.
"It's going to rain," I muttered anxiously, speeding up my bike. Waves of cold air pierced my face like countless fine needles, as if through thick clothes, stinging every inch of my skin, and I couldn't help shivering.
At this time, a little boy in front was running by the road. Before I could brake, the car flashed past him like lightning. He was so scared that he fell to the side of the road that he couldn't even speak. I felt sick, so I suddenly braked and stopped. I quickly got off and helped him up. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be my little brother in the opposite building. I asked him nervously, "Liang Liang, I'm sorry, are you all right"? He rubbed his nose, Guo Huan, "oh! It's okay. "
The big stone in my heart was finally put down. "Do you want to go home? I'll give you a ride. " The little brother hesitated and didn't speak for a long time. I saw him look embarrassed, looked at the dark sky and said to him, "Get on the bus!" " It will rain. "He nodded his head. I will drive him home as soon as possible. At this moment, I thought: His mother must be waiting for him. I have to send him back quickly, or he will catch a cold in such a cold day. Thinking about it, a cold wind kept blowing, but I think this cold wind is not as cold as it was just now, but it has a special warmth and softness, as if the breath of flowers and leaves overflowed from that cold wind.
After a while, I went to his house, and his mother was surprised and happy. As she put him down from the bike, she said to me, "Fengfeng, thank you. Now you are really grown up!" " Looking at Zhang's distant back, I have mixed feelings in my heart.
At this time, the raindrops fell and swirled in my eyes, mixed with my tears. A voice in my heart has been telling me: at this moment, you have grown up, you have really grown up!
Crystal dew can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and small things can also show love for nature. In our life, there are many touching things, and what moved me most was the downpour that day.
The weather in Wan Li, which was still clear, soon became gloomy. Small raindrops like stones fell in the sky, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. A girl without an umbrella is rushing to the station to wait for the bus, covering her head with paper tape to keep out the wind and rain as much as possible. Her anxious expression revealed what she was thinking: what kind of weather is this? There were no clouds in Wan Li just now, and then it began to rain. But the relentless wind and rain did not sympathize with her, and a drop of rain still fell on her. At this time, an aunt with an umbrella also came to wait for the bus. She saw that the girl had no umbrella to shelter from the rain, and she was soaked to the skin, like a "drowned rat". The aunt seemed to sympathize with her and consciously moved her feet aside to cover the girl's body. At this moment, I was deeply moved. After that, the girl blushed, thanked her aunt and got on the bus.
Yes, in our life, how many kind people have helped people in need, and it is what we should do to pass on love. Although that aunt is enthusiastic about helping others, we should learn from her. Politeness is a night light that illuminates the whole city in the dark. That aunt is really nice. When she saw someone without an umbrella, she kindly went over to help her keep out the wind and rain. She is also very kind and won't say that she didn't bring an umbrella. It's none of my business.
I took another look at the heavy rain, which was beautiful, because I was moved by it in the heavy rain. As long as we make a small step forward, it means that society has made a big step forward.
The composition 10 with the theme of moving smacked, naughty glasses fell out of my hand and bravely "sacrificed" on the ground. "ah? ! "I froze, standing there at a loss, staring blankly. What shall we do? What shall we do?
This is the third time that I have broken my glasses. I remembered my mother's face when she saw the broken glasses. When the glasses were ready, she said to me, "I won't match them for you next time!" " "How can I forget this majestic words? But now ... alas, I shook my head helplessly, and a string of "Jin Doudou" could not help flowing down.
"Bell ..." The bell rang, and I put on my schoolbag in dismay. I was about to leave school when a group of classmates pulled me over and insisted on taking me to a place. I was confused and left with them with this question mark in my heart. "Here we are, here we are." The students talked one after another. "This is ... an optical shop!" My eyes lit up, but I was silent again. Oh, how can there be so much money! "Come in, money, everyone made up for it with last year's lucky money." Li, who speaks quickly and speaks quickly, said. Everyone saw that I was still hesitating, so they pulled me in. An uncle listened to everyone's complaints and immediately gave me a pair carefully. I was very touched when I held this pair of unusual glasses. How precious the friendship between students is! I saw the fiery hearts of my classmates and felt the warmth of the group.
I will never forget what happened in grade three, because it moved me!
In an instant, the door of childhood slowly closed to me. Looking back, there are joys and sorrows, happiness and vitality, but there is one thing I remember vividly.
On Monday afternoon, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people because I was going to buy a pen. We came to the roadside in despair and sold vegetables and bought food at a stall. The vendor is an old man. You can see at a glance that an old farmer is suffering from the weather.
Mother came up to him, asked him the price and began to negotiate with him. Vegetable sellers are very concerned about how to halve their money. I am impatient with this anxious mother. Who knows the way? What should mom do if she finds the key missing? I will have guests in the future! At the thought of this, my mother's face showed disappointment. "I'm sure it's on the witness stand. I lost something. Who wants to give it back to me Let's stop talking about the old man. Don't you think it's a bad day? "
After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to take a chance, so we ran in the direction of the market.
It was already evening when we got there. There are not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. I went up with my mother. Grandpa recognized us. He gave the key to my mother with a calloused hand. My mother nodded to him. All three of us had a good laugh.
Looking at this ordinary old man in front of me, what can I say? Feel guilty. May the old man be safe all his life!
The essay 12 on the topic of moving often moves inadvertently. Sometimes, a word and a look can warm people's hearts.
Happiness is just a feeling in my heart. Sometimes, in the eyes of others, it is dismissive, but in the hearts of the parties, happiness is surging, and that feeling is often blooming on the face.
In the morning, I walked on the way to work in a hurry, suddenly looked up and was moved by the scenery in front of me and their happiness for a long time. ...
It's a couple checking the rag. The man is pulling the cart in front, and the woman is sitting in the car, smiling and not knowing what to say. I still thought when I saw it, this is also a kind of life! However, what happened next made me unforgettable! When the car drove to a food stall, the man stopped the car, then took out the money to buy a fried dough stick and gave it to his wife without thinking. The wife caught it and grinned. Then, she divided the fried dough sticks into two halves and gave the other half to the man. The man shook his hand and didn't answer. The woman pursed her mouth as if she were angry. The man caught it at a glance.
Everything is so ordinary, so tiny, but it makes people moved and suddenly envied. Maybe they can better appreciate the happiness of life!
Touched and instant, happiness is as simple as that!
Moving topic composition 13 once came home from school, it suddenly became dark, and a large dark cloud quickly swallowed up the blue sky. It's going to rain. I was too anxious to stop in a hurry. A cold wind stung my skin like countless fine needles, and I couldn't help shivering.
At this moment, a bicycle behind me rushed at me and passed my hand. I was so nervous that I fell to the side of the road and couldn't speak. The cyclist also felt uncomfortable, so he suddenly braked and stopped. Looking carefully, it turned out to be Grandpa Zhang in the opposite building. He stopped the car in a hurry and said to me trembling, "Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, are you all right"? I was frightened, return to absolute being, "oh! It's okay. "
Grandpa finally put down the big stone in his heart. "Do you want to go home? I'll give you a ride. " I hesitated and said nothing. Grandpa looked at me awkwardly and looked at the dark sky: "Get on the bus! It's going to rain. " I nodded and got on the bike. I think: I am most afraid of misunderstanding by the elderly now, but grandpa has helped me so enthusiastically. I have to thank him when I get off the bus. Grandpa Zhang smiled and turned around from time to time to remind me to "sit tight." A cold wind has been blowing, but I don't think it is as cold as it was just now. On the contrary, there is a special warmth, which is soft, as if the breath of flowers and leaves overflowed from that cold wind.
After a while, when I got home, grandpa quickly said, "Don't let the family worry, hurry!" " ! Go home quickly! "Say that finish, I get on the bus and leave quickly. Looking at grandpa Zhang's distant back, I have mixed feelings. At this time, the raindrops fell and swirled in my eyes, mixed with my tears. At that moment, I was really moved ...
There are true feelings everywhere in the world, and true feelings always warm people's hearts. In this loving environment, I grew up slowly. This time, my heart was purified and moved by love. If everyone is willing to help others and think of others, then this society will become better.
The essay 14, with the theme of moving, was memorized one by one, strung into a wind chime in front of my childhood window, and playing a video tape of my memory. There is such a scene that I am very moved.
I remember it was an opaque night, and a sharp pain in my stomach pulled me out of my sweet dream. I bent down and bean-sized sweat rolled down from my forehead. I couldn't help crying. Grandma who was sleeping on the side was awakened by my groan. She turned on the light and asked me with concern, "What's the matter? Where does it hurt? " I pointed my finger at my stomach and said, "It hurts." Grandma said to herself, "This is the stomach! Didn't eat anything wrong? " When I heard it was my stomach, I cried in fear. My grandmother comforted me: "It's okay. Let's go to the hospital. " Say, put on your coat, pull me up and call me a car to the hospital.
In the hospital, grandma anxiously asked the doctor on duty, "My granddaughter has a stomachache. Please help me see what's wrong. " The doctor's aunt touched my stomach and said with a straight face, "It's just gastroenteritis." As soon as I heard it, my god, my stomach is inflamed. What should I do? I cried with a "wow" again. Grandma comforted me and asked the doctor, "What medicine should I take?" The doctor prescribed a bunch of medicine, and a big stone in grandma's heart finally fell to the ground. I fell asleep watching grandma walk back and forth.
I was already at home when I woke up. Grandma is busy in the kitchen. When I woke up, she quickly took out some medicine for me. Grandma's hair seems to turn white overnight. Who says the greatest thing in the world is maternal love, but I think grandma's love is greater than maternal love! Dante said that there is the most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother, but I think the most beautiful voice in the world is the call of grandma.
Essay 15, talking about moving, remembering a person and bringing me the best things in the world. Remember a person, let me know love, remember you, let me move.
We are inseparable friends. You brought me the most selfless friendship, and you made me understand the importance of the word "friend".
I remember that winter, the weather was very cold and the north wind roared, which made me shudder. "It's too cold. Let's go running to warm up. " A very familiar voice sounded in my ear. "Well," looking at your red face, I agreed without thinking. The outside world is silvery white, like the earth wrapped in a white suit. Seeing this, you suddenly became interested. "Why don't we have a snowball fight?" I smiled at you and ran away. "Then let's get started." Let me tell you something. Our footprints were left in the snow. You vote for me, I vote for you, and the two of us are having a snowball fight on the playground. Before I knew it, my stomach hurt, and I sat down in the snow, clutching my stomach. You came up to me half jokingly and said, "Don't pretend, I know you don't have any good ideas." But when you saw my face in pain, you quickly picked me up and went to the teacher. The teacher took us both out to buy medicine. On the way, you said it was all your fault. Let me have a snowball fight with you. Looking at your guilty face, I can't help saying, "No, I should have eaten something bad." When you bought medicine, you told the doctor that the doctor must be careful when prescribing medicine for me. After you came back, you came to give me hot water regardless of sweating, let me take medicine, and told the doctor what I said over and over again. You take care of me and care for me like a big sister. At that moment, I cried, and you quickly asked me, "Is the pain worse?" I said no, but I hurt you so much, thank you.
Thank you for letting me know what love is and what friendship is. At the same time, I want to say to you: "without you, there would be no happy time for me." Thank you for letting me know what touching is. "
Love touched me!