The fifth grade, the second volume, Chinese Unit 4 Composition

On a snowy day, there is such a story.

Winter is coming, and snowflakes are flying like goose feathers.

Early in the morning, I walked in the street and felt very cold.

The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.

I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners.

Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands.

I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.

She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession.

She went to another house.

However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly.

What happened? What happened? I want to know.

I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it.

Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind.

Well, then, I think I'll take a look.

I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly.

I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.

Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old. ...

I finally understood everything after the doubts were solved.

Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...

Something that moved me.

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Jingjing, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

Something that moved me.

Every time I think of menstruation's help, I feel grateful.

One cold winter morning, I went to an extracurricular class. I was walking alone in the street, wrapped in a thick down jacket, and a cold wind blew, which made me tremble. I thought to myself: If someone sent me to school, I could review earlier. ...

At this moment, an aunt riding a bicycle passed by me and just brushed me. Aunt turned to apologize to me. At this time, she saw me holding a book with four big letters "Jerry School" in my hand and smiled and said to me, "Are you going to attend Jerry School?" I hesitated and answered, "Yes, why?" Aunt said, "It's too cold. Let me take you there. By the way, it's fast by bike. " I hesitated and didn't move. My aunt seemed to see through my mind and turned to me and said, "Get on the bus!" " You can prepare early for school in the morning. "Aunt's sincere words touched me, and I immediately got on the bus. Seeing that I was seated, my aunt rode to school soon. Aunt stepped on the pedal against the wind, holding the handle with both hands, riding forward vigorously, reminding me to sit still from time to time. I thought to myself: Aunt is so nice. I must thank her later. At this time, a cold wind blew, not as cold as just now, but as warm as spring breeze.

Soon, the school arrived. I got off the bike, took out ten dollars from my pocket and handed it to my aunt. Unexpectedly, menstruation waved his hand and said, "What do you mean? Do you think I sent you here for money? Hurry to class! " Say that finish, I got on the bus and left quickly.

I stood on the street, looking at my aunt's back, with mixed feelings, and a warm current slowly flowed into my heart.

There are true feelings everywhere in the world, which always warms people's hearts. The love of strangers is around everyone, which always makes people move.

Something that moved me.

There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching. Touching can't be booked, nor can it be extravagant. It always touches the heart gently in a casual moment and is remembered in the heart. People's lives have been touched many times, and they are still being touched.

One thing that shocked the whole world is 5. 12 earthquake. That day, the sky was overcast. At two o'clock in the afternoon, when the earthquake washed away, everyone panicked. At that moment, many people were crushed under the rubble. The PLA came from all directions to help. There are many touching stories in the rescue process, and there is one thing that I will never forget. . . . . . This is the glorious story of Tan Qianqiu's desperate efforts to save four children. When the earthquake came, Mr. Tan was having a lively class, and the students were all listening attentively. Suddenly, the classroom began to shake. Mr. Tan realized that it was an earthquake, so he shouted. "Classmates, the earthquake is coming. Let's run! Don't take anything, student. Get out of here! The students rushed out of the classroom and ran to the playground. On the playground, there are still four students who have not rushed out. What shall we do? Mr. Tan could have escaped from the classroom, but when he turned to see that there were still four students in the class who could not escape. They ran around the classroom, screaming. When they looked up, some big bricks were falling. Mr. Tan has only one concept: just to save a child, he panted and ran to the child. When the brick was about to hit the child's head, Teacher Tan grabbed the child's hand and ran to the podium table. Just then, I saw a "wow" behind them. Bricks fall behind the children, and big bricks fall in front of them. Mr. Tan doesn't care. He pulled the children straight to the desk on the platform, hunched his back and propped his hands on the desk. Covering four students with his own body, the earth shook, accompanied by thunderous noise, hail-like bricks and dust fell on his head, and blood gushed from his hands and back; He gritted his teeth and propped up the desk desperately. Like a hen protecting a chick, four surviving students huddled under him.

Boom, boom, boom ... the cement block hit him hard and the house collapsed. He held the children tightly with all his strength for fear that they might get hurt. For those four children, he completed the final mission with open arms. His arm that once spread knowledge saved the lives of four children in the earthquake, and his body with open wings was fixed as eternity.

Don't doubt, because moving is the true expression of emotion. Although worldly things blur the things around us, even if such feelings become less and less, our lives need to be touched, just like the shining stars in the night sky, illuminating the whole world.