You must have read many touching poems. Please write a composition on the topic of "touching me" and tell me one. Don't tell the truth if you are the one.

Touching topic composition 400 words "

Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. 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, "Bobo, 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.

"Bobo, 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. ...

Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always sections of memories that leave deep traces in our lives and cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick it up, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts, which is touching.

In fact, in the long river of life, there are feelings all the time. Parents' worried eyes and haggard back are the touch of life; A friend's letter, a blessing message, warm and touching; When you are thirsty, your colleagues will help you get back a glass of water, which is touching; Tired, your daughter beats your back, touching; In the sunset, it is also touching to watch a white-haired couple help each other to the end of the road. ...

Touching is everywhere. On the streets of Manhattan, new york, a little girl stood under a tree and refused to leave. It turned out that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural substitute.

But in a hurry, most people are tempered by life and begin to become rough, and gradually become indifferent, unwilling to stop and listen to the voice of the soul, and even more unwilling to recall the comfort that touch brings to the soul. For a while, I seemed to forget the feeling of being moved. Busy with work all day, immersed in learning, not sitting in front of the computer typing, or sorting out information. My friend reminded me: Ye Ye, leave the computer, have a rest and do some exercise! Simple words make my tired heart warm and my indifferent heart melt; When things go wrong in my life, I feel irritable and depressed, and even can't help crying. At this time, my friend told me: tears don't mean vulnerability, just relieve inner unhappiness, cry! At that moment, I was moved, moved by my friend's simple language. Then I began to change myself and try to care about others, maybe just a look, maybe just a word, but others got happiness from me, got warmth from me and gave me a moving smile in return. At that moment, I suddenly understood that happiness and care can infect each other.

What is touching? Maybe a thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Perhaps, moving is the cool breeze in summer, the warm sun in winter, the freshness in spring, and a cup of fragrant hot tea ... With moving, our hearts begin to become bright, spacious and pure.

Touching is not a simple tear, not a superficial sadness, but an inner feeling and a spiritual voice between people. When you touch others, you will also touch yourself. So my friend, when you feel lonely inside, please take some time to relive that unforgettable touch! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful and moving flowers. And guide you to the front.