Touching story composition of relatives 300
It was a dark night and there was a strong wind outside the window. I finished cleaning the classroom and began to pack my schoolbag, ready to go home. "Click-",there was a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by a downpour. My heart went dark, so I put my clothes on my head and rushed out. Just arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes-my father and my mother, but they all had only an umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me, "Your father and I both came directly from the office without an umbrella." "No, it's raining too hard. Both of them will get wet when they fight. I want to give this umbrella to Shi Hao. " Dad said quickly and held out his umbrella. "I want to have a fight with my father." Then I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hug my shoulder in the other. Three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the water mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.
In the dim light, my mind suddenly flashed one picture after another: I remember, because I was in a hurry to go to school, I forgot to bring my exercise book. After my father found out, he ran to send it to the classroom for me; I remembered that when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball, my mother hurried to look for me everywhere. I remembered his urgent voice in the microphone when I called my father who was away on business: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, so don't forget to pull out the knife first when you fuse"; I remembered my mother's words before I left home every time I met an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many past events suddenly gushed out, making me burst into tears.
Parents' love is like the fragrant touch of lily, which slowly gathers and no longer drifts away. I think maybe no one in this world will say that he doesn't love his parents, but can he say that he can fully repay his parents' love? Maybe it is far from it. In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and I won't be tired no matter how far I walk, so I will never forget my father's eager words when he holds my draft composition: "Change it, change it again, and you can copy it." I will never forget that my mother got up early in the morning to do morning exercises for me-life is too long, and this moment is happiness.
Writing here, I can't help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hand and didn't dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have sacred things handed down from "God" to the world.
Ⅱ Recall the touching story in Family Composition 300
There is a long-lost experience called touching, an intoxicating taste called touching, and a spiritual shock called touching. Touched, can't be booked or extravagant, it always touches your heart inadvertently. It is this touch that can change life.
Not long ago, an old garbage man in rags came to our community. He is as thin as a bone. When I first met him, he was arguing with the doorman and said, "I just came to pick up garbage." Don't you think I'm a thief? " The guard was speechless and didn't say anything but wouldn't let him in. I thought this man was unreasonable, but I found myself wrong in the next few days.
A few days later, the doorman somehow let the old man in. I gradually found that this old garbage collector never "shoplifted" like others and stole something that was not garbage. I think this is an amazing discovery. A few days later, I learned about his miserable life: he was a retired worker of a machinery company, and he was not less angry with his wife at home, so he and his wife decided to move out. They rented a shabby house and lived alone. However, because his wife is sickly all the year round, he has no money to buy medicine, so he has to rely on garbage to subsidize his family. Later, the secret was almost known.
One day, my neighbor's uncle brought a bag of good oranges to the old man. The old man said, "I am a garbage collector, not a beggar." Later, the old man didn't come for several days.
A few days later, the old man appeared next to the garbage dump in the community. Uncle nailed two nails on the wall and hung the prepared things on it. The old man thought it was rubbish and took it away. Since then, those two nails are often covered with bulging bags. The old man looked at the bulging bag and was moved to tears.
Our life needs such touching. Moved like the stars in the night sky, they kept blinking their sparkling eyes and lit up the whole world. Let's make room in our hearts to bear the kind of touch that is enough for us to remember for a lifetime!
Three 300-word touching story composition of the old man and the dog
This story doesn't care how many people read it, only how many people are moved.
One day in August 2007, a reporter visited an old man. The old man is 65 years old. When I was a child, my lower limbs were completely paralyzed and I could only lie on a scooter. But the kind old man still works. He can repair small household appliances and earn money by this craft. When the reporter came to the door, he found the old man staring blankly under a tree in front of the door, with tears in his eyes. He said that his wife was buried here and something happened. Sunspots thrive under the care of the elderly. 1997, Heizi mastered the technology of pulling carts for the elderly. Since then, the old man has relied on sunspots to pull carts to go to the market and repair small household appliances in the market. The old man catches eight episodes every day, the nearest several kilometers and the farthest ten kilometers. Sunspots have been silently pulling the old man. Every day when he is hungry, the old man will buy two cakes, one for himself and one for sunspot. Sometimes older people who are a little more delicious are reluctant to eat by themselves. He always lets sunspots bite off the other half of his mouth. One afternoon in July, 2007, due to heavy rain and thunder and lightning, Heizi hurried to pull the old man home and passed a corner because the scooter overturned.
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The old man fell into the ditch beside him, and the sunspot broke free from the chain and took it with him. Later, the old man was saved. A few days later, sunspot had a high fever. The old man paid a doctor to treat sunspot and give him an injection, but because sunspot was too old, he finally died. Speaking of the old man, he began to sob, and tears could not help flowing down. He doesn't talk much to the camera. The old man said, I am over 60 years old this year, and I am disabled, and the normal person is 60. If there were no sunspots, there would be no me today. People in the village asked the old man why he didn't find a wife. He replied with a smile that two-legged ones were hard to find. Sunspot lived for twelve years and pulled a scooter for eleven years. The old man's scooter is very low, but the reporter's lens can never surpass him. May sunspot live happily in another world, and may sunspot never forget the days spent with the old man.
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Ⅳ The story composition of me and my relatives is more than 300 words.
My grandfather
I have a good grandfather. Look, it's my grandfather who is smoking in the chair.
Grandpa is tall, slightly hunched and thin! Dazzling hair and melancholy eyes, I can see that grandpa is annoyed again. Grandpa has countless wrinkles. ...
A few years ago, grandpa was admitted to the hospital for surgery because of his bad stomach. Looking at grandpa's face and body, grandpa kept stroking my cousin's head and mine. I don't know why I cried. Grandpa is still very strong to say to us: "I am healthy, don't worry, I am fine." In this way, grandpa's health gradually improved. But it didn't last long. Grandpa is ill again. I already knew at that time that the news was like a bolt from the blue.
I remember that cold winter when I suddenly had a fever. Grandpa willy-nilly, let people wrap me tightly in clothes and crustily skin of head ran to the hospital. I still remember that the wind pierced my grandfather's body like a needle that day, but he held me tightly, and he suddenly rushed to the enemy like a brave soldier ... When he arrived at the hospital, he was relieved that his grandfather was in a hurry and handed it over to the doctor. In the evening, Grandpa still spends a long time putting me to sleep, while Grandpa stays up late. ...
My grandpa, you are so kind! You care about me everywhere in your life, give me warm love, and I will love you deeply, my good grandfather.
Ⅳ Write down a touching story of a relative around her. 300-word composition
Hope to adopt! Thank you, Lei Feng's spirit touched me in the cold season of March, and spring came back to the earth. It's time to learn from Lei Feng again, but where are you? When his clear eyes appeared in front of him again, when his touching deeds were praised again ... I shed tears. Cry about Lei Feng, his premature departure, his "fool" selflessness, his spring-like warmth to his comrades, and his undying screw spirit. With the fading enthusiasm of the times, his spirit of helping others without expecting anything in return still infects millions of people in Qian Qian. Helpers ask for nothing in return. What about the recipient? Just as I sighed for Lei Feng, a disdainful voice floated into my ear: What age are we still talking about Lei Feng? I was startled. Walking in the street and looking around, there are many people who have no way to ask for help: teenagers with heavy schoolbags give up their seats without even saying "thank you"; The hero who caught the thief was framed, and the parties were unwilling to stand up even to testify; Cong Fei, who was terminally ill, even found it difficult to stay in the hospital. The young people he sponsored didn't come to visit him, and they complained that they had no face ... The lamb still knew how to feed on his knees, and the crow still knew how to feed back. However, when those smart people forgot the significance of "repaying kindness", they thought of Lei Feng and those who did everything for others like Lei Feng, and tears poured out. People who help others ask for nothing in return. People who are helped can't help but want to return! Cry for Lei Feng once again, and cry for those indifferent souls, who have forgotten the truth that "dripping water does not leak, and springs repay each other"! Forget Lei Feng, forget the people who helped you, forget gratitude, just like a heart frozen by snow, what is the meaning of this life? I miss asking for the moon, but I see the bright moon. Public welfare activities jumped into my eyes-Spring Blossoms 2007, which warmed China and me. Seeing that so many business representatives raised their love cards again and again, the number of donations rose from 200,000 to 2 million, which made my eyes wet. Lei Feng, you were born in the old society, but your spirit has spread in the new era! One more cry for Lei Feng, and all hatred will vanish. With so many donations, such a shocking trip to Huang Ge, and so many people returning to those who helped him and the society, how can they not make people cry? To be a man, we must remember the help of others and learn to help others. This sentence is adapted from the words of that Huanong college student, so let's all remember it. I only cried for Lei Feng three times. After crying, I understand the truth of helping and repaying the society, and I also understand that only if everyone is Lei Feng, then our future will be better. Grandma touched many touching things in my life, such as: I was tired of reading, and my mother peeled an apple for me, which was very touching; Thirsty, my friend poured you a glass of water, which was very touching. People are moved because they live in love. Sunday morning, the wind woke me up. I lay in bed, rubbed my eyes with my hands and looked out of the window. The cold wind is blowing so hard that I can't help shivering. I put on my clothes and went to the window. I watched the cold wind make the young trees dance, and the sky was overcast, which made people wonder whether it was morning or dusk. I suddenly feel so cold! Suddenly the doorbell rang. I am curious. who is it? Come to me so early, I opened the door. So grandma came back. Grandma's face turned purple with cold, and her hands were cold. I can't help but get goose bumps all over, but grandma still smiled and said, "I bought breakfast noodles." Let's eat while it's hot. " In an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart. In this warm family, I was moved by my grandmother's concern. Tears filled my eyes with happiness, and I felt that this bowl was so heavy that I couldn't put it in my mouth. Looking at grandma pretending to be angry, I quickly lowered my head and ate noodles with tears in my eyes. After watching me finish eating noodles, grandma's eyebrows relaxed, and I was moved to hug her. "Thank you, Grandma." I won't let you pay in vain, and I will repay you and serve you in the future! This is enough to prove that as long as the world is full of love, society will become better! A kind voice that I like to shout most; Mom. Mother's love is like soft cotton, which makes my heart sweet. I remember one time, my mother took me to school, and it suddenly rained cats and dogs on the way. Raindrops as big as beans are like dazzling pearls. I asked my mother with concern. Mom, why are you wearing a raincoat? Mother listened, and quickly took out a raincoat from the basket and put it on for me. I said; Mom, that's your favorite skirt! Mom said; Daughter is more important than anything! At the school gate, there was a lot of muddy water on the road. I was just about to take a step when my mother stopped me and said; Let me push you over! I said; But what about your shoes and socks? Mom said; Go to the office. I'll wash up. He pushed me in with difficulty. I talk to my mother in my heart; Thank you, mom! Another time, I was sick and had a high fever of 38 degrees. My mother bought me a lot of things I like to eat. Do I always order? Do you feel sick? Mom, I want to tell you now; Thank you. I will definitely listen to you in the future. What moves me is that there are many kinds of love in the world. Great maternal love, classmates' care ... but what moved me most was my father's love. I remember coming home from school once, and my face turned red. Dad found my abnormality and quickly came over and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" I nodded weakly. "Why don't you go to rest first and I'll find you some medicine." Dad said while giving me a thermometer. After a while, my father came in with medicine. I feel much more comfortable after drinking the medicine. But just after dinner, I feel sick again. Dad looked at his watch and said anxiously, "Why? Hurry to the hospital. " When I arrived at the hospital, he asked my mother to take me to a chair to rest and rushed to the front desk to register. In the next few days, my father got up early every day to register me and took me to the hospital at night. I have to go home at two or three in the morning every day. How difficult it is! Looking at dad's tired figure, my eyes are moist. Through this incident, I understand that fatherly love is also great. Dad, I love you! On the afternoon of May 12, 2008 14: 28, an earthquake of magnitude 7.8 occurred in Sichuan, and many people lost their precious lives and homes. Among them, a great mother gave her children hope in the earthquake. When people found her, she was dead. When she died, her hands touched the ground, which was a bit like the way of the ancients. People want to know why she died in this position. It turns out that there is a three-or four-month-old baby under her. After some efforts, rescuers rescued the baby. When the doctors opened the quilt and began to check, they found a mobile phone in the quilt. There is a short message on the mobile phone. The text message reads: "Dear baby, if you are still alive, then you must remember that I love you forever." Everyone present at that time was in tears, which moved me! This great mother, great maternal love, will remain in the world forever and in people's hearts forever. I think: this mother is really great, and she can protect her children when their lives are in danger. So I thought of my mother. Every morning, when I wake up, she has prepared delicious food and eaten it. When I want to do the dishes, my mother pushes me aside and won't let me do the dishes. When I mop the floor and wash my shoes ... Mom won't let me. My mother always said, "As long as you study hard, it is the greatest comfort to me." Motherly love is really the greatest love in the world, which reminds me of the nursery rhyme "As long as the mother in the world is good ..." Everyone has moments to be touched and unforgettable moments in his mind! I remember that it was last winter, and our school held the "Winter Triple Jump Long Rope Competition". In the physical education teacher's whistle, we started a tense and intense competition. We jump over the long ropes one by one, which is accurate and fast, and rope breaks happen from time to time. But the students who broke the rope quickly jumped over without dragging their feet. However, just as we "leap" in an orderly way, the accident happened. Duan suddenly tripped over the rope and fell to the ground with a loud scream. My heart thumped and I thought, it's over! At this time, a miracle happened. Duan forgot his bleeding leg, gritted his teeth, got up quickly and continued to participate in the competition. In order to finish the race and not to hold everyone back, she endured the pain and continued to "fly" quickly with us in the long rope. Every time she jumps, she will put her hand on the injured leg to make the knee bleed less. Even so, with the continuous bending of her knees, blood still flowed from the wound and there was a painful expression on her face. At this point, the scene seems to have solidified, and the original noisy shouts suddenly disappeared, replaced by warm applause. It is this sportsmanship that deeply touched me and everyone present. We held back our tears and looked at her strong figure. Together, we bravely crossed the long rope and ran forward quickly. "220, 22 1, 222 ..." In the counting sound of the counter, the game is over. We finally won the third place with 227 points, with a winning smile on our faces. Although we didn't win the first place in this competition, I think this ranking is more precious than the first place. It deeply touched me and let me know what is fighting spirit and team spirit! I remember it was a sultry afternoon, and I had to go out because of something. I'm standing at the bus stop in the scorching sun, waiting for the 1 1 bus, and I'm thirsty. For a long time, 1 1 bus dragged its tired body and gasped. "Here comes the car!" I don't know who let out a cry, but everyone recovered from the sultry and complaining and squeezed into the car desperately. It took me half a day to find a gap in the bus and stand still. Slowly, the bus started at the same pace as its old cow. When I was bored, I saw a picture that deeply moved me: I saw an old man sitting in the back row reaching for the window to let the wind blow in to cool down, but his hand reached into the air and shrank back. When I caught a glimpse of an uncle enjoying the cool in the front row, I was surprised by the grandfather's behavior. Suddenly, my uncle turned around and saw my sweaty grandfather. He smiled shyly and quickly pulled the window to his side. The wind rushed in from the window and blew into grandpa's face. Grandpa looked at his uncle with a grateful and appreciative smile ... Suddenly, there seemed to be no hot air in the trunk, and the hot air had turned into a warm current, flowing in everyone's heart. Perhaps this is a kind of communication between strangers, simple and clear, and does not need too many words to express. Smiling warms people's hearts. Smiling can help you eliminate the barriers between all people in your heart, and smiling can narrow the distance between strangers. In an instant, I was moved. It is admirable that strangers can be so friendly, so humble. Maybe sometimes, a pair of people who are very familiar with each other will not be so humble in this room, because once a person has a good relationship, they will be very casual and will not care about other people's feelings. Think back, how do you treat your family and friends? Instantaneous touch brings me eternal memories. I will always remember that strangers can be as friendly and humble as relatives, depending on whether you are willing to open your dusty heart! Writing Guidance: "Touching" Topic Writing Guidance Writing Topic: Have you ever been touched by the beautiful natural landscape? Have you ever been moved by exquisite works of art? Have you ever been moved by lofty spirit and great personality? Have you ever been touched by sincere affection, friendship and deep homesickness? Have you ever been moved by this masterpiece of ancient and modern poets and immersed in it? Please write an article on the topic of "moving". Requirements: ① Self-made topic ② The style is not limited, about 3,800 words. Writing Guidance: When people are born, their feelings and emotions will be influenced by objective adverse environment and accidental events. "Touching" is the reaction when people's feelings are impacted. Candidates who want to write this article well need to start with materials, fully mobilize the accumulation of life, recall people or things, scenes or feelings that have touched us, and strive to select materials with rich connotations and worth chewing and pondering, and organize them into articles. In addition, on the basis of fully understanding the connotation of "moving", we should choose a brand-new perspective to express our feelings from a brand-new perspective. There are moving places everywhere in life, and only by being good at capturing them with your heart can you find the starting point of writing. In terms of content, we can write great achievements as well as trivial matters. You can also write about the wonders of nature. But remember, what you write must be touching and you can communicate with readers with your heart. Let readers move, let life move, and let the world move. Writing is both lyrical and argumentative. However, as the main framework of the article, organized materials must be the basis of lyricism and discussion, otherwise the feelings expressed and the theories discussed will become passive water and trees without roots, which will not only infect readers, but will make them bored. No matter what kind of expression is adopted, we should grasp the emotional tone, touch people with true feelings and touch people with profound thoughts. In short, the content of the article meets the requirements as long as it can properly focus on the topic, explain the deep connotation of "moving" and show a positive value orientation.
ⅵ Write a touching story in 300 words.
Touching story
The world is full of true feelings and warmth. I am no exception. I was moved by what happened around me.
It was a bus trip. I was in a hurry, but the bus was so crowded that I finally found a standing position. Suddenly, an old man came over. The old man is white-haired and can't walk steadily with crutches. But everyone is indifferent. The driver was very unhappy and said loudly, "Who will make room for Grandpa?" No one responded. The driver said it again loudly, but no one said it. Grandpa was surrounded by a young man, but he didn't give his seat to grandpa and didn't even bother to listen to what the driver was saying. "Let me do it!" Everyone looks inside. That's an old woman. The old woman is about the same age as the old man, with white hair. But he gave his seat to grandpa without hesitation. Grandpa shook his hand trembling: "You are so old, you'd better sit by yourself." Grandma dared not say anything and stood aside directly. Everyone was silent. Many people shed tears. I am also very touched. I saw the young man hang his head in shame.
Ah, what a noble character that old woman is! Need to sit more than the old man, but she did not hesitate to give it to him. We should learn from this old lady!
ⅶ The fourth grade composition "A touching story" is 300 words.
One thing that moved me.
Lei Feng's spirit moistens us like rain and dew, and sets us off like flowers. Taking Lei Feng as an example and taking him as an example is the pride of our Chinese sons and daughters.
Recently, one thing moved me and made me sad. I have to start from the beginning. ...
This afternoon, I went to sketch class as usual, and after class, I thought my mother had the idea of playing with my sixth-grade sister who was in sketch class with me before she came to pick me up.
Just as we were having fun, I didn't expect that at this moment, we ran so hard that we didn't notice a brick building a house in front. They accidentally fell down at the same time. I didn't get up in time, and my sixth-grade sister immediately helped me up and asked me, "Does my foot hurt?" Where did you fall? Does it hurt? "I will answer wherever he asks. Suddenly feel so happy! But at this moment, I found that I fell down and nothing happened, because I didn't completely touch the brick, but I was touched by it, but this sixth-grade girl was much more serious than me! Because she just touched the sharp corner of the brick, both knees were skinned, and there were a few drops of bright red blood on one knee! Seeing this, I was at a loss. There was no band-aid or tape. What should I do? What shall we do? My sister found out and said, "Nothing, just a little skin. Ignore it! " "Suddenly, her words touched me ... I immediately took out a pack of paper from my bag to stop her bleeding and prevent it from flowing downwards. I also wiped her bruised skin and asked her, "Does my knee still hurt? I need some medicine when I go back ... "
This matter is really unforgettable! Her spirit of only considering others and not caring about herself is worth learning. ...
Ⅷ 300 words touching story composition at home
There are thousands of touching stories about Qian Qian in the world, but the story that made me cry always makes me remember.
I got an answer one night. In a family, a kind mother is washing the feet of her 6-year-old son Xiaoyu, telling the story of the duckling while washing her feet.
After washing her son's feet, the mother dragged her tired body and made a basin of foot washing water to wash her grandmother's feet.
It happened that this scene was seen by Xiaoyu. He thought my mother washed my feet and grandma's feet. She certainly didn't wash it. Thinking of this, he took a basin and walked towards the bathroom.
When mother returned to Xiaoyu's room, she found Xiaoyu missing. At this time, my mother turned around and found Xiaoyu holding heavy foot washing water, and her tender hands trembled and came to her.
Xiaoyu walked up to her mother and said, "Mom washed her feet." Mom smiled happily.
When Xiaoyu washed her mother's feet, she said, "Mom, I will also tell you the story of the duckling."
Although this story is insignificant, it expresses Xiaoyu's concern for her mother!
ⅸ I need a touching story with 300 words and 400 words.
Touching stories around me In my long memory, there are many things that moved me, such as giving up my seat and playing an umbrella ... But what embarrassed me most was Huang Laobo, who was unknown and created light for people. There are many young people in the building where I live. Usually everyone just sweeps the snow in front of the door, regardless of the frost on other people's tiles. Over time, the lights outside the corridor are broken, and no one wants to change them. The whole building is dark and opaque, so we are in danger of falling down if we are not careful. We are very careful when we go out every night, which makes us afraid to go out easily at night. But one day, things took a turn for the better, and all the light bulbs on the first to eighth floors were replaced with new ones. The whole building is brightly lit, and it gives people a warm feeling when they go upstairs, but everyone is too comfortable to ask who the good people behind the scenes are. From then on, as long as there is a broken lamp, it will always be miraculously repaired the next day, and everyone dares to excite this good man. In order to find out the true face of the good people behind the scenes, I planned it carefully.
Time is passing, trying to flow. I was worried, fidgeting, and absently listening to what was going on outside. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the door. I quickly stuck to the cat's eye and saw a black shadow coming. Holding the ladder in my left hand, I stumbled upstairs and came to the door. He put the ladder away gently and ran slowly. I took off the old light bulb and put it in my pocket. Then I took the light bulb out of my pocket and put it on. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be an elderly Huang Laobo. Huang Laobo grinned at the bright lights. I watched Huang Laobo's figure fade away. I am blushing for our behavior, and at the same time, I feel deeply guilty. ...