Touching topic composition
In the gold mine of memory, there is a most dazzling star on the topic of touching composition 1, which is touching. I accidentally saw the smiling face painted on the wall, and the little girl reappeared in my mind. The story has to start from that summer.
That summer was particularly hot, the earth seemed to be burning, and the grass on the roadside shrugged its head and was dying. I was walking home when a bus passed by. "I missed another bus home." Thinking like this, I couldn't help running. When I got to the bus stop, I was lucky to catch another bus, but I was sweating like a pig.
"Mom, mom, I want to eat ice cream!" I turned my head and saw a little girl in a plaid skirt rush into my sight, only to see her yelling at her mother. "OK, mom will buy it for you, but you have to sit here and wait for mom. Don't run around." With that, she got up and ran to a McDonald's behind the station. Suddenly, I was attracted by that little girl. She sat in a wooden chair with her legs crossed and a smile on her face.
After getting on the bus, I put a coin in and found a back seat to sit down. The little girl got on the bus with her mother, and her mother took her to a seat. Just about to sit down, the little girl said to her mother, "Mom, let's go to the back!" " "The next scene surprised me. I saw the little girl running to the trash can, and the car was shaking from side to side. She immediately grabbed the handrail and pointed the ice cream at the trash can. Suddenly, a drop of cream fell off the ice cream and landed in the trash can. The little girl smiled happily. I froze and whispered to myself: I am so old, can't I compare with a child of six or seven years old? The little girl carefully held the ice cream in her left hand and the pole in her right hand, eating around and laughing sweetly from time to time. After eating, she licked the cream at the corner of her mouth and returned to her mother happily.
In an instant, a warm current came from my heart, generate, and I suddenly felt that this little girl lit me up like a bright diamond. ...
She has big watery eyes, a small nose and a small cherry mouth. Her hands are helpful and caring. She also often persuades and comforts others. Many things she does will make others cry, but she says it's nothing.
When I was in the first grade, I wore sandals to climb a telephone pole and my feet were scratched. My wound scabbed slowly, and before my scab fell off, I was scratched and bled by a classmate's sole. She took me to the school doctor's office to apply medicine first. After returning to the classroom, she always comforted me and said, "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't cry. It doesn't hurt if you don't think about it. " After listening to her words, I didn't feel that my wound was very painful, but I was doing my own thing. I don't even remember that I have a wound that is bleeding, not to mention that I am in great pain. She really touched me that time!
After a math exam, I felt I failed. I was crying on my desk, and she asked me, "What's the matter with you?" I replied with tears: "I can't get full marks in the math exam, and my mother will scold me again!" " "She added," it doesn't matter. After returning home, explain the reasons to your mother, analyze the problems and decide how to get rid of them. "When I got home, I did as she said. I first explained to my mother why I couldn't get full marks, then analyzed my problems, and finally told my mother how I decided to change it. The result was really not scolded by my mother. She really touched me that time!
Once, I didn't bring my black pen. She immediately handed me the black pen in her hand. I asked her, "Don't you need a black pen?" "I still have it." She said with a smile. Actually, I knew she didn't have a black pen, but she lent it to me and I used it. I gave it back to her happily after I used it. She really touched me that time!
This is her, a helpful and caring girl, and she is my good friend-Zhao Jiayang. She really touched me!
The topic of moving composition 3 injury is something that everyone has experienced and will certainly experience, and moving may sometimes be hidden in it.
The bell rang and the sports relay race began! At the teacher's command, the players flew out in the wind. As soon as the teacher's slogan rang, everyone's heart reached the extreme. The players are all excited, and so are their opponents. Every time I received the stick, everyone's heart suddenly lifted up, for fear that the stick would fall from the hands of their own players. As soon as he received the stick, he ran as fast as he could. The opponent was dumbfounded, and the players cheered, but they were still too happy and dropped the stick. Another player gave him a heavy look and ran like hell.
At the climax of the game, the opponent fell heavily to the ground and looked very painful. She fell there crying, but no one paid attention to her. We passed them at once, but her players shouted desperately, "Come on, have they all passed?" And only one person shouted, "Stop arguing, didn't you see her fall?" It doesn't hurt if you fall! "Said, and ran to her side and helped her back to the classroom.
When she finished, everyone was silent, quietly watching her help her back to the classroom. At that moment, everyone else felt guilty and moved by what she had done.
Yes, in this world, there are sadness, emotion, indifference and love; In this world, everyone will be moved by things full of love, and will be sad for things full of sadness and indifference.
I will never forget that incident, I will never forget it.
That day, it was very hot. In physical education class, the PE teacher asked everyone to run around the playground five times, but I soon fell behind.
Zhao Bozhou happened to run past me. He asked anxiously, "Li Peng, me, are you unable to run?" ? Do you want me to pull you to run? "I gasped and replied," thank you, I will run slowly! " "Zhao Bozhou said," Li Peng, I'll hug you! " Say that finish, then give up and run, "Zhao Bozhou! Stop pulling me! " I tried to stop it, but Zhao Bozhou still wouldn't let go. I have to follow in his footsteps. I didn't run a few steps, and I began to lose my strength again, and my steps slowly slowed down. Li Peng I, what's the matter with you? Zhao Bozhou aware of my strange, "Zhao Bozhou, you run first! Leave me alone and don't let you fall behind others because of me. " Say that finish, I forcibly off her hand. But Zhao Bozhou immediately grasped my hand tightly. "no!" He said simply and neatly, "Zhao Bozhou, it really doesn't matter if I finish running in the end, but if you finish running in the end for me, then ... I feel bad!" " "I said awkwardly, Zhao Bozhou just smiled and said nothing. Suddenly, I felt a strange force pouring into my body, three times, four times, four and a half times. "Zhao Bozhou, come on! Only half a lap left! "I shouted excitedly," Good! " Shuixi replied, we both tried our best to run forward.
After reaching the finish line, Zhao Bozhou's sweat had soaked his clothes. Really soaked. ...
There is hot liquid on my face, I don't know if it is sweat or tears. ...
Touching is an ideal white cloud, a clear spring in life and a strong song in feelings. -inscription
It was a beautiful afternoon, with blue sky and warm sunshine. I carry a heavy schoolbag and go to school with my mother. We came to a bus stop. The bus stopped, and I got on as soon as I left, but the bus was already full of people, and everyone was pushing. "I can hardly breathe," I said angrily I didn't take a seat. At this time, I found that my shoelaces were loose, too. It really rained all night. "Kid, sit down with me and tie your shoelaces!" I followed the sound and saw an uncle talking to me. His chubby body and glasses give people a very elegant feeling. He stood up and looked at me with a smile. I feel warm in my heart This is undoubtedly a timely help! I nodded gratefully and kept thanking my uncle.
A small move touched me and praised him!
With the sound of "it's time for class, please rest outside", the students poured into the playground. Some students play table tennis, some play football ... My deskmate and I are playing basketball. Unfortunately, I tripped over the ball. I tripped and fell to the ground. He rushed over, squatted down and asked with concern, "Does it hurt? Let me help you to the infirmary. " I gritted my teeth and hissed, "I'm fine, but it hurts a little." He quickly took out the paper towel, wiped the blood stains on the wound for me with little wings, slowly lifted me up, patted the dust on my pants and set me up for the infirmary. Walking on the road, he also encouraged me: "Hold on a little longer, I'll be there soon." I saw his sweat rolling down his face like beans and soaked his clothes.
I was moved by the helpful spirit of my deskmate, and I want to learn from him.
Touching is selfless giving up your seat on the bus, touching is the sweat rolling down your deskmate's face, and touching is a ray of warm sunshine in the dark. ...
On the topic of touching composition 6 in Crystal Tears, I saw the chubby figure wearing a blue cotton gown and a black jacket. After reading Zhu Ziqing's back, it seems that a pair of hands gently touched my heartstrings, which made my heart restless for a long time.
Father's love is as deep as a mountain, and his father supports the whole family with solid shoulders. How gorgeous language can he express his deep love?
That winter, in that lonely and cold season, facing the death of his beloved grandmother, Zhu Ziqing looked at the mess in the yard and shed tears. Although his father was very sad, he comforted him: "There is no need to be sad at this time. Fortunately, there is no way out. " His father has reached the point of selling his property, and the money from selling his property is only enough to pay off his debts. Moreover, in this day when it never rains but it pours, his father has to borrow money for the funeral.
Although his father was very busy, he still insisted on seeing his son off and buying him oranges. His father, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe, staggered to the railway and slowly leaned down. It's not difficult, but it's not easy to cross the railway and climb the platform over there. His father climbed up with both hands, then his feet shrank upward, and his fat body tilted slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. ...
When I read this, I choked. I remember when I was a child, my father held my hand. How tall my father was then! However, on that day, in the autumn wind, under the street lamp at dusk, I found my father's back bent a lot, his face grew many wrinkles, and his black hair turned silver. At that moment, I suddenly found that my father was old!
I once wanted to leave my father's "protection", thinking that I might be free, and I once felt that my father's advice was a bit wordy. But now I know how to cherish, and I also know that family love does not need gorgeous words to decorate, it is the most sincere and beautiful feeling from the heart.
In the lamplight, yellowed pages and tears, I seem to see my father's bent back. Reading makes me very moved!
Topic 7 on touching composition Open the window of memory, there are many little stars flashing. Some look small, others are too far away from us. But there is one thing that moved me, which is fresh in my memory and unforgettable.
On my tenth birthday, it was raining cats and dogs outside the window, and the whistling wind blew the glass. Through the glass, you can vaguely see several cars passing by, and two or three pedestrians are struggling with umbrellas. In the warm room, my grandfather and I had dinner with a smile. Grandpa suddenly remembered that today was my birthday and asked me what gift I wanted. I think: mom bought my favorite book; My favorite toy, which my father bought. What else can I buy? I really can't remember, so I said, "Don't buy anything". But grandpa insisted on buying it for me. Let me give you an example. I had a brainwave and thought of granny cake, a kind of food that grandpa likes, mom and dad like, and can be shared by the whole family. I said to grandpa, "just buy the old lady cake!" " "Hearing this, the grandpa happily agreed. We had a pleasant dinner and I went to do my homework. When I finished my homework, I heard the door open, and then I heard my grandfather's voice: "Baby, I bought the old cake back. "I ran to the living room and was stunned by the scene before me. Grandpa's whole body was wet with rain, and the water droplets on his gray hair dripped down his hair, and a happy smile appeared on his kind face. He took out two boxes of old woman cakes from his arms and stuffed them into my hand. I stood there at a loss, as if I were fixed. My heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, I don't know what it tastes like. Grandpa braved the heavy rain and bought me an old lady's cake!
I was deeply moved by my grandfather. Grandpa loves me so much! How warm! I want to repay his love for me like him.
On the topic of moving composition 8, we are often moved, just like a heavy rain, awakening the dirt in our hearts; Touching is like a key to open your long-sleeping soul; Touched by the bright moon, the bright moonlight blooms. It was he who lit up the world, awakened me and led people to the right path.
I remember that on that stormy day, when lightning came to help me, I was too scared to go out. I watched the window as a mess, the dust was raised, the leaves were blown off, and branches and garbage were everywhere ... This reminded me of Uncle Sanitation. Every morning when I go out, I always see a familiar figure. He always works tirelessly. He never complains, but only for that little income. His job is not as attractive as that of a star. He is only behind the scenes, people only see the surface, and never dig deep. The urban environment depends on him, and he ensures people's health. What about himself ... The city can't live without him, and people can't live without him, but no one knows him. Let's see, the clouds gradually dispersed and the sun just didn't show up.
I thought uncle sanitation could finally have a rest in this "ghost weather", but it turned out that I was wrong and the figure flashed again. Skillfully picked up the broken bamboo broom and swept it again. I have never seen him so carefully. His thin face was covered with wrinkles, his skin color was dark, and his drooping eyelids were enough to prove his age-an old man among flowers, and soon sweat dripped down his nose, and there was sweat on his nose, but he seemed very tired and didn't know how to stop. In such cold weather, he only wore a thin shirt with several patches, and his clothes were dull in color. They wear a sanitary hat on their pale hair. After a while, the road showed beautiful faces again. At that time, the road was spotless, and he was so tired that he sat on the side of the road. ...
Touching is not intentional, but an evaluation and praise of the world. A word, a gesture, a greeting, a smile may be moved, but I am moved by such people. I respect him and I will learn from him. ...
When the word "cleaner" is mentioned, some people, especially those who are self-righteous, feel that their industry has neither power nor money, and there is always a strange smell. No one wants to get close to them and make friends with them. There is a popular saying in society that "I would rather beg than be a cleaner."
From this sentence, we can easily understand the sadness and helplessness of being a cleaner. And some people will appreciate their fighting spirit, and I belong to the latter. Inadvertently seeing the attitude of the cleaners made me more impressed with them. During the summer vacation, it was so hot outside that the ground was scorched by the sun.
I do nothing at home and feel very hot.
However, the cleaners in the sun, they braved the hot summer to clean up the garbage on the road. On the way back from my hometown, I saw a young man coming like a rich man. The road itself is full of dust, and no one pays attention when the cleaner sweeps it. Maybe the dust drifted to the young people. The young man glanced at the cleaner and said to the cleaner with a condescending look: "Cleaner, keep your eyes open. Can you afford my dry cleaning? " This is a famous brand, bumpkin. "Cleaner hurriedly said to the young man," I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was absorbed in sweeping the floor and didn't see you. I am really sorry. " After that, the cleaner wiped his dirty hands on himself, and then patted the dust on the young man's body with his hand.
The young man hurried back and said, "Go away quickly and don't come near me. Your body stinks. Don't give me your stink, and don't get my clothes dirty. " Say that finish, the young man left.
I was moved by this scene. When people looked at them contemptuously, the cleaners didn't stop their work. Some people think that it is really a bad sight to have cleaners in such a civilized city. But I think only with cleaners will the city become beautiful. I think the obscurity of cleaners makes this city more unique!
On touching topic composition 10 Life has five flavors, and memories are like tea, so we need to savor them carefully. Some people think that they are successful and intoxicated, while others think that they are frustrated and degenerate ... These are just the tea in the cup, and what really remains is the lingering fragrance of that cup of tea.
I remember it was a late autumn day, the weather was particularly cold, and the air was filled with a damp smell-it was going to rain. After school at noon, it began to rain cats and dogs. Bean-sized raindrops hit the withered Huang Juhua in the flower bed, and there were large and small puddles on the campus ground. I didn't bring my umbrella. I stood in the corridor and didn't want to go out for fear of getting caught in the rain. "There is no queue today," Teacher Yang told everyone with concern. "It's cold, hurry home!" I quickly pulled up Wang Wenyu and left the campus quickly. Outside the school gate, I saw an unusual figure-grandma. She is kind, smiling and tired of waiting silently and being busy in the morning. Grandma has a big umbrella in one hand and a familiar small umbrella in the other. "Give you an umbrella." Grandma smiled at me and looked at me affectionately. Seeing that my clothes were fashionable, she quickly took off her coat and put it on for me. "Okay" grandma looked at me happily.
It kept raining. When Grandma turned around again, there was another person under the umbrella-Wang Wenyu.
This umbrella is too small for two people, and our clothes are wet. Grandma stopped us when she saw it and exchanged umbrellas with us. We walked happily and excitedly, and the rustling autumn wind reminded me of my grandmother again. In front of the road, under the small umbrella, the rain wet her clothes on both sides and behind her-yes, the umbrella is too small, so Wang Wenyu and I shouldn't take the big umbrella.
I didn't say a word, just walked forward, but my heart was full of guilt. I ask myself repeatedly in my mind: how can I ignore others for my own sake? I was so selfish-but I was moved by my grandmother. In order not to get wet in the rain, I gave myself an umbrella. I envy milk at the thought of this.
At this time, the rain has dropped a lot, probably because grandma loves and takes care of me deeply. I can't forget the emotion in the autumn rain.
On the topic of touching composition 1 1 I was touched by many things, but with the passage of time, I forgot the initial touch. But every time I think about that, I am still very moved.
It was the fourth grade, it was June, and it was very hot. When I went to school in the morning, my mother asked me to take an umbrella in case it rained. I thought to myself: Look at this weather, how can it rain? I went to school with a smile.
Before school was over, God's face sank, and he really replied, "The day in June can be changed if you say it." As it gets dark, my heart lifts. Why don't you listen to your mother? As soon as the bell rang, the rain couldn't bear it any longer. The dense rain curtain prevented me from leaving school. I regret it very much If I had known it was going to rain, I would have taken an umbrella. If I don't listen to my mother, I will be in pain. I also laughed and said it was useless to bring an umbrella. It was bad luck this time. I looked at the clock on the wall. It's already twelve o'clock. If I don't go home, my mother will be in a hurry. I packed my schoolbag and prepared to run into the rain.
At this moment, I saw a figure coming towards me. I rubbed my eyes. Yes, it's my mother! My mother ran to my side and went home with me under an umbrella. Along the way, my mother inclined her umbrella beside me. When I got home, I found that my mother's left shoulder was soaked. My heart is full of self-blame: why are you so willful and let my mother get wet? I went forward and hugged my mother: "I'm sorry, mom, I will definitely listen to you in the future." Mother touched my head: "It doesn't matter, son, as long as you are not wet."
Although it has been a long time, when I think about it, my mother is full of love!