This moment is really moving to write a composition.
Touched "Touched you and me, touched China." Often in the moment of moving, we can always feel the bitterness behind moving. Just saying the word "moved" feels very general. Specifically, "touching" is the teacher's encouraging eyes, the moment when mother knits clothes for you in the dead of night ... There are always too many things that make us moved, moved by bitterness, moved by happiness, moved ... As long as we learn to discover and are good at discovering, we can have it.
It was a night, late at night, the stars went home, the moon was hiding in the warm bed, but I was still fighting under the lamp. I was swimming in the sea of books and struggling in the sea ... Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I opened the door impatiently and saw my mother standing at the door waiting for a while with a cup of hot tea. "Why? Don't disturb my thoughts if you have nothing to do. " "Oh, I think you haven't slept so late. You must be tired! I made you a cup of tea, go to bed early! " Looking at my mother's fading figure, I shed tears. Over the years, in order to make my brother and I eat and wear well, my mother and father scrimped and saved, and my slender hands were covered with wrinkles and calluses. Thought of here, tears of disappointment welled up in my eyes again.
It turned out that at the moment when I was moved, there was also an accumulation of emotions and a feeling of happiness. At that time, I really realized the meaning of the word moved. I accidentally found a feeling from a magazine, which showed the feeling of an elder to a younger generation. The general content is as follows: a married son took his father home to live in. Because his father was a farmer, his daughter-in-law showed a nonchalant look, and he was not allowed to touch or suffer from his father, for fear that his father would steal them. Once, his father braved the heavy rain to buy supplements for his son's family. When he came back, those supplements were still intact. When he left, the father left his hard-earned hard-earned money to his son. My son was also worried about his father, so he called a taxi to take his father home. For the first time in my life, my old father took this car and couldn't find the door. When the son saw it, he hurriedly opened the car door for his father and bent down to ask his father to go in. His father cried. It was a touching tear, and his son has shed it many times in his life.
Yes! Touching moments are wonderful moments, which create history in an instant and unify eternity in an instant. Let's move you, me and China with a grateful heart. ! One thing that moved me. What moved me? A thousand people have a thousand answers.
However, no matter who it is, it is impossible to tell a completely unmoved person what it is. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.
Touched like a refreshing oasis, drinking sweet spring makes our hearts pure and spacious. Touched, like heartbreaking snow.
Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful. When I was 5 years old, my father went to work and I stayed at home with my mother. After getting up, my mother asked me what to eat. I said to eat hot pot, and my mother promised me.
Then, my father was worried that I couldn't eat well, because I had a cold at that time, so I made a phone call. The moment my mother answered the phone, I was watching the bubbles coming out of the hot pot. I looked at it and felt very hungry. I fell on the table, and the jar slipped down and hit me, splashing on my right arm. I cried. My mother heard my crying and put down the phone. She ran to the kitchen, saw my right arm and took me to the hospital at once. The doctor said I had to be hospitalized. My mother called my father. Soon, my father rushed to the hospital and asked the doctor about my injury. The doctor said, "Your daughter caught a cold and burned. It is really difficult to cure. "
I saw my father's anxious look, and suddenly, tears could not help falling from his eyes. In this way, day by day in the ward,
At this moment, I was really moved by the composition. The spring rain kept falling, falling on the ground, falling on the house, splashing rain flowers.
I can't help running forward at a faster speed. In the dense rain curtain, the pedestrians on the street are already scarce.
I ran with my head down and suddenly bumped into someone. I quickly looked up and saw him stumble and hold the wall.
"I'm sorry!" I am busy apologizing. "Oh, that's all right."
In the rain and fog, I saw his thin face and a pair of callous eyes staring straight ahead. He is blind. I feel very uncomfortable in my heart: "Uncle, let me help you go home!" " "Thank you, little girl. "
I helped him to walk forward quickly. Suddenly, I tripped and almost fell.
I looked down and saw that it was a sewer board. I shouted, "Whoever took the sewer board away will not let it go. Oh, uncle, this way, be careful to trip. "
He took a step forward, stopped again, put his crutch aside, squatted down and groped and said, "Maybe someone will pass by here and trip." He finally touched the sewer board, carefully covered it, then stood up and reached into his pocket for a handkerchief.
At this time, my eyes were moist. I quickly took out my white handkerchief and put it in his hand.
Watching his muddy hands rub on the white handkerchief, my eyes seem to light up, as if I saw his pure and translucent heart, the heart that always thinks of others. It's still raining, so I helped him keep walking.
On the way home, I showed him the way; On the road of life, this blind uncle is my guide.
Because he lit his mind with his heart.
At that moment, I was really moved and wanted to write a composition. I was really touched at that moment.
June is an ocean of flowers, and June is a song of flying; June is a dancing figure, and June is a bright red smiling face wearing a red scarf; June is a poetic sense of achievement for the graduating class teachers.
Ding, a clear and crisp * * * suddenly rang. After class, I didn't leave the classroom because I was busy preparing teaching AIDS for the next class. At this time, several clever female students gathered around and smiled sweetly and said, "Teacher, help us fill in the guest book." . Zheng in my heart, yes! How time flies! I have just been able to communicate with my children attentively, but I am going to graduate.
Looking at the familiar smiling face reminds me of the first composition "Unforgettable First Time" at the beginning of school. The composition written by a classmate was praised for the first time. He wrote in the article: "Teacher, I have won many firsts, but this praise will change my life and I will never forget it." Because without your guidance, I won't stand on the podium to receive the award today; If it weren't for your patient guidance, I wouldn't have achieved what I am now. Teacher, having been your student for two years, I know that the sun shines like this; The rain and dew are so moist. The stupid thing I did in ignorance will always be a confession to you. Please accept your student's apology here. "After reading his composition, my eyes are moist, and my heart is full of a feeling that my child is really satisfied with the teacher, and we can finally shake hands.
I remember that soon after I took over this class, I went out early and came back late every day, dutifully tutoring some students with learning difficulties, because what these children from single-parent families lack most is the warmth of their families. I didn't expect him to use the time to go to the toilet to tie the teacher's car bag. After school, I was exhausted with my children and had to repair the car helplessly in the cold winter wind. When they got home, the children cried with hunger, and a sense of guilt and self-blame welled up in their hearts. I swallowed my tears and said, "Son, mom will cook for you right away." I often encourage myself in my work: for students, the opportunity to be a teacher is only once, but it takes a lifetime to be a man. After all, they are all children who are not sensible. If they are given the chance to become talents, they will never regret it for life because the teacher gave up once when they grow up. This idea prompted me to stand on the podium with an open smile as always. I want to enlighten them with my knowledge, and I want to influence them with my personality. Shikai, Jincheng is here. The children of this semester suddenly seem to have grown up and become more sensible. Sometimes when school is late, some brave boys will put their favorite food on the lecture table and put a note on it: Teacher, don't let your child wait for you hungry. I can't express my love for these little guys at once. I touched the students' heads and said, "You are also teachers' children. Come on! "Now, this scene is fresh in my memory, but time is running out. It's really different every year, and the feelings are still the same every year!
Life is not long when we get together, but short when we leave. Looking at this class of lovely students with personality, I have both a sense of accomplishment and a sense of inexplicable melancholy. They finally entered a new stage of growth, left the cradle of enlightenment that trained them to fly high, and the years together with them will come to an end. Usually, a few smart girls ask me questions, although they are very small and thoughtful. Once they asked me, "Teacher, who is younger, you or our math teacher?" I said, "We are classmates." They laughed and said, "Then why do you look fashionable?" From their clever words, I know what they mean, that is, teachers should dress for education and for success. Everyone loves beauty, because their math teacher is too simple, just like the elegant and fragrant wild chrysanthemums on the roadside.
I think: education is not only imparting knowledge, but also giving beauty. Beauty, for teachers, means to dress appropriately, dignified and elegant, and for students, it means to dress neatly and behave gracefully. Isn't this also the integration of morality, intelligence, physique, beauty and labor? Through touching accumulation all the way, tomorrow is a new sun, and I believe there will be many touching stories on the long road of educating people.
4. The junior high school composition "I was really moved at that moment" I was really moved at that moment.
There was a time when I often complained about the boredom of life. It was not until recently that I discovered that there are touching things everywhere in my life.
I remember one day, I was doing my homework at home, and suddenly it was dark. I looked out through the glass window and saw dark clouds in the sky, mixed with lightning and thunder. Pedestrians on the ground have stepped up their steps.
Step, avoid the coming heavy rain. After a while, the dense raindrops fell and slammed on the glass window. The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, and there is an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth.
Movies. There is not even a soul in the street. The glistening water has become a flowing river, and countless splashes are scrambling to open.
I watched with great interest when suddenly a small tree caught my eye. Small trees swayed in the wind and rain, bent by the wind again and again, stood firm again and again, and skillfully weathered the difficulties with their resilience. The wind is blowing harder and harder.
It is raining harder and harder. The young tree did not flinch, but still fought tenaciously, looking for vitality without being discouraged. The little tree touched my heart, and its indomitable spirit of survival in the face of crisis touched me. It showed me
A person must have courage, perseverance and excellent flexibility when facing difficulties. It tells me with its own actions what is powerful and what is the best way to deal with difficulties.
I am moved by every place I pay attention to. Small trees in the storm can affect my mind, give me hopes and dreams, and inspire me not to give up my belief in eternal life because of the crisis. Let's pay more attention to people and things around us. As long as you are a caring person with a heart of 7A68696416FE4B893E5B133335323532, you will find that the original touch is around us and the warmth is between us.
5. How to write a composition "At that moment, I was really touched". It seems that I have been touched countless times through this road. When you are moved, your eyes will be filled with tears, your heart will surge, and you will be more grateful and cherish life. It is these countless "moments" that move us to the tenacity and massiness of life and make us sigh the mellow and sweet life.
Many "moments" often appear in front of my eyes, which makes me feel strong and optimistic, and makes me full of gratitude and hope for life.
At that moment, my eyes were fixed, and my face was covered with tears left by shock and emotion. The dancing red has warmed me all winter like fire. She was dressed in red and lying on a bright red drum. Her legs cut off by the Wenchuan earthquake confidently pointed to the sky, and her petite face was washed clean by hard work and confident sweat. Even though layers of grief swept over her delicate body (she lost her daughter who just turned one year old and a dancer's leg in the earthquake), she could still dance beautifully and amazingly. I was very moved when she put on her prosthetic leg and said, "I choose to suffer for freedom." I am moved to tears for this beautiful girl who stepped on it! I applaud her strong endurance!
At that moment, when I saw him standing on the stage of China's Got Talent, even if he won the championship, he could not hold high the trophy of victory and hug everyone on the stage with bare shoulders and no arms. What moves me is that they always stubbornly prove to God that you can destroy my limbs, but you can't rush my spirit. He shook his arm sleeve and said, there are only two ways in front of me, either die quickly or live wonderfully. At that moment, I was very moved. What moved me was that the deformity of his limbs made his spirit more sound. He knows better than anyone what it means to be alive. If you want to live, you must challenge hard and bloom yourself wonderfully.
At that moment, I was very moved by the 800-word composition and the boy named Yang Guang. Every time he shows up, I hold my breath. His vivid imitation and high-pitched and affectionate singing always bring me inexplicable feelings. God ruthlessly closed a door, depriving him of his vision, but also opened a window for him, giving him an understanding and imitation that ordinary people can't match. Seeing every moment of his performance can bring me endless emotion. Moved him to use his open-mindedness and efforts to make us live stronger and braver!
I don't know why, but their ill-fated life always brings me a "touching moment". Maybe it's because they have more reason to complain than we do, but they never complain; Perhaps it is because they have more reasons to give up than we do, but they never give up; Maybe it's because we thought it was impossible to be "sound", but it was "incomplete" and incredibly done.
When they let us forget their disability with dazzling light, we burst into tears at that moment, because we were deeply moved and encouraged. ...
6. I was really moved at that time and wrote a 600-word composition. 1. At that time, I was really touched by maternal love, like a thread, passing through my heart; Motherly love is like a folding fan, bringing cool breeze; Motherly love is a gentle call. But in my heart, maternal love is an indelible figure, an umbrella against the wind and rain. I remember it was a stormy night. My grandparents were far away, my father was away on business, and my mother was ill in bed. "jingle bells." The * * * of night lessons rang, and the students went home one after another accompanied by their families. It's so dark that I can't see my fingers. A cool breeze blew into the classroom. I feel the biting cold. I looked at the dark sky through the glass and was very scared. I'm afraid of jumping out of monsters. I waited anxiously and patiently, and kept saying, "Oh! Why hasn't mom come yet? " From time to time, I watch the minute hand of the clock move slowly, seven o'clock, seven fifteen, seven thirty. Just then, a very familiar and stumbling figure appeared in the misty rain curtain outside the window. "Mom!" I cried happily, rushed out of the classroom and threw myself into my mother's arms. I looked my mother up and down and saw that she was soaked through by the rain and looked very pale. Her messy hair covered her guilty eyes. My mother stroked my head with cold hands and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my mother is late." At this time, a warm current rushed into my heart, and her eyes suddenly became moist. My mother kept pushing the umbrella to my side and even turned her back when she coughed. She didn't want me to see her painful expression. At this time, my eyes are moist again. Although it has been more than two years, I still remember it clearly. Because, at that moment, I felt the tenderness of maternal love; At that moment, I felt the greatness of maternal love! That time, I was really touched.
7. At this moment, I was so moved, as if I was deeply moved by the composition in an instant.
However, at that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me unforgettable and make me cry! During that time, my heart was dark and I couldn't seem to cheer up anymore. Grandpa died, and so did my grandfather who loved me the most. His tears have dried up and his eyes are no longer clear, staring at one place all day.
The teacher can only sigh frequently when his grades plummet. I don't know from which day, I found several pieces of paper stapled together in my schoolbag, which wrote the key contents of teachers in various subjects.
Beautiful and clean handwriting. Who wrote it? Why did he or she give me an extra note? I never watch it, but I throw it aside every time and keep thinking about my grandfather. The paper piled higher and thicker.
Who on earth has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which puzzled me, was finally solved by me after a section on physical education class. Physical education class finished class that day, and I trudged back to the classroom. I just walked into the classroom and happened to see someone in my position. Who is that man? I saw the man turn around slowly, and both he and I were surprised. It's him, who has been against me in his studies! I immediately stepped forward, stared at him and said, "What are you doing? Do you feel sorry for me? Remember, no matter how depraved I am, I don't want your charity! " After that, I took out some pieces of paper that he had just stuffed into my schoolbag and tore it smartly.
For an instant, the whole classroom was silent. Without saying a word, he quietly returned to his position and began to bury himself in writing. Soon, a piece of paper flew over. I opened it, and it read such beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven.
Cheer up quickly, no one is competing with me for the first place, I'm not used to it! After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable and had a complicated feeling. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I tried not to let them fall. I went up to him again and shouted at him, "You don't have to mind my business! If you're not used to it, you're not used to it. Don't interfere with me! Why are you tired of taking the first place? You don't have to show off in front of me! " After saying the last sentence, I turned back to my seat smartly.
He bowed his head and said nothing. The next day, I thought there would be no more notes. Unexpectedly, there were, and there were two copies, yesterday and today.
Tears burst down my face in an instant, and I suddenly woke up ... Before that, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart ... From then on, I was happy in the sunshine and optimistic about life! If I were a tree Author: Yan Yijia If someone asked me, "What kind of plants do you like best in the world?" I will answer: "I like trees best!" " If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree that grows on the top of the mountain. No matter what kind of tree it is, it is layered pine, towering Chinese fir, dignified and beautiful cypress, fragrant camphor, precious and meticulous nan ... I grew quietly on the top of the mountain, and I was the first to see the sunrise and the first drop of rain fell in my arms. I embrace free air and free wind. I am so strong and tall, my thick branches and leaves go straight into the sky and the golden sky.
I have no thoughts, I don't know the pain of thoughts, I don't feel pain and anxiety, I don't know the taste of happiness and joy, I only know to grow and grow to my heart's content ... If I can't be a tree on the top of the mountain, then I will be a tree that can see the world of mortals. Or, I am a big banyan tree on the edge of the village, watching generations of farmers thrive in the smoke of the breeze.
In the summer night, I am like a kind old man, soothing the tired body of farmers who come back from hard work. People are gossiping, gossiping and playing tricks at home below. I have repeatedly listened to the ancient rural legends handed down from generation to generation. At this time, I am not only a tree, but also a forest, like a villager, becoming an independent world.
In other words, I am a locust tree in a quadrangle. I feel comfortable and peaceful at home, silently recording the joys and sorrows of my life, savoring the warmth and peace of my family, and watching a child sadly become a wrinkled old man, reflecting the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the indifference of the world. Rain and snow are falling, I open my arms to shelter their hut from the wind and rain, hold up an umbrella for the house, and let the warmth rise slowly from the bright stove; When the moonlight is like water, I will play the lyre and let everyone in the room have a quiet dream.
Or, I am an apple tree in the orchard. My shy fruit decorated the garden. Bees and butterflies are flying around happily in the garden. A girl wearing a beautiful headscarf is walking under a tree, holding hands with her lover. Their faces are printed with the joy of harvest and the sweetness of love. How I envy the beautiful love of human beings, the collision between souls, how subtle, delicate and complicated this feeling is, because people love for love's sake and know and understand because of love.
Unfortunately, I am a tree without soul. I only hear my leaves rustling in the wind, but I can't hear the voice of crying and joy for love. People love us, but they don't know that I am more eager to experience all human emotions.
In other words, I am an ancient and rare Lagerstroemia indica tree in vilen. I have lived alone for many years, bearing the admiration and sympathy of people. I looked at these suffering people with the same pity, as if my long life could bring them endless happiness and hope. At the foot are piles of ashes, and bright red wool is hung on the branches. How incongruous its bright colors are with my old face.
People are full of fear and despair about death. If there is no death, there will be no love and * * *, no tragedy and adventure, and no charm of life. Just as I have lived for hundreds of years, I will return to eternal death like everything in the world.
In fact, as long as we can see through the meaninglessness of life, we should try our best to get freedom from death. Or, I am a restless tree in the forest. I have been watching the grass and leaves wither after sunset for months.
Suddenly one day, I decided to go out of the mountain to see the blooming lilies, smell the fragrance of the fields and listen to the sound of waterfalls. Although there are no leaves that make me extremely afraid, although there are saw blades pulling me * * *, but after the pain, I ushered in a new world, and I was pleasantly surprised to find myself turned into a shelter, a book full of wisdom and a warmth.
8. The moment of writing really touched me. I was very moved at that moment. May 2008, 12, 14: 28, this is a day that China people will never forget. At this moment, the great earthquake shook; At that moment, the hearts of 65.438+0.3 billion China people were tightly clenched together; At that moment, silently. I, just a child, don't know how to face the disaster from the sky, only know how to cry. The earthquake, the devil's roll, approached the lives of 70 thousand people, including children younger than me. Earthquake, how can you bear to swallow this young life? Are you really that heartless? However, the earthquake is merciless, but the people of China are affectionate. Look, beautiful scenery appeared on the way to the earthquake. That's our lovely uncle of the People's Liberation Army. They regained their lives from the earthquake regardless of hard work and fatigue. Followed by the people's liberation army uncle, and a group of volunteers worthy of our respect. They gave nothing in return, and only relied on their gratitude to China and their love for China to send the warmest sunshine to the people in the disaster areas. In order to express the deep condolences of the people of all ethnic groups in China to the victims of the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan, the State Council decided to hold May 19 to 2 1 2008 as a national mourning day. During this period, flags will be flown at half mast at national and overseas institutions, public entertainment activities will be stopped, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and China's embassies and consulates abroad will set up condolence books. 19 May, 14: 28, the people of the whole country observed three minutes of silence, and cars, trains and ships honked their horns and air defense alarms sounded. At that moment, China people's tears merged into the sea. The torch relay of the Beijing Olympic Games will be suspended from May 19 to May 2 1 National Day of Mourning. This is the last thing that every China can do for the victims. It has been more than a year since the earthquake, but the feelings in our hearts have never changed, perhaps because we love our country, perhaps because we are excited, or perhaps just because of our love. 5 12, an extraordinary number, an extraordinary day, an extraordinary time, and everything that happened that day was extraordinary. Therefore, China people learned to be grateful. It was for gratitude that they knocked down the extraordinary wall. Therefore, the people of China understand unity, and it is for the sake of unity that they have rebuilt this extraordinary road. Therefore, the people of China understand patriotism precisely for patriotism, and they destroyed the extraordinary earthquake demon.