What moved me was that I once wrote about 700 words.

What moved me was that I once wrote about 700 words.

anonymous

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...

Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched?

What is touching? 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.

Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.

Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...

Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched?

What is touching? 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.

Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.

Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make room for this, which is enough for us to remember the touch of life.

Junior one composition: "Touching my past" is about 500 words. When one life blooms, another life gathers its fragrance and turns it into spring mud silently, providing lasting nourishment. So, I am very touched. In her later years, her mother originally dedicated her beauty to her daughter. The father's hunchback was originally dedicated to his son. The lost bits and pieces were originally dedicated to me and deeply engraved in my heart ... Once upon a time, when the huge night fell and the sky was full of stars, who was it, still in the dim light, carefully interspersed with that needle and thread. Young, I don't understand why my mother sewed my winter clothes when the sun was still warm in late autumn. Why can the light be brighter, but make it so dim? Why sew by hand instead of sewing machine? Now that I think about it, I seem to understand that preparing winter clothes in advance is to prevent sudden changes in the weather and prevent children from being exposed to the cold wind; The lights are deliberately dimmed for fear of stabbing the sleeping child; I don't need a machine to sew clothes, because I'm worried about disturbing my sleeping daughter. Mothers always prepare for their children and always think of their daughters. Why didn't that warm past move me? Once upon a time, under the scorching sun, Xia Chan was manic. Who is it? Still working in that field. A hoe is so powerful. There are countless streams flowing on the solid back, and the chapped lips are full of blood. At that time, I didn't understand why my father didn't stop at noon on a hot day. Why not drink water when you are thirsty? Now that I have grown up, I understand that my father just wants to plant crops well, and vicious solar energy kills uprooted weeds; Just want to get a bumper harvest and pay for our tuition next year; I just want to grow a good banker so that we can eat well and dress warmly. Although thirsty, he doesn't want to drink water, just because the water source is limited, just because his children are thirsty. How can I not be moved by the hardships, patience and hardship at that time? All kinds of childhood doubts have gradually found the answer in the process of growing up in a trance and in the vague mature time. All hardships are for a better life and the happiness of children. Mother, father, simple name, but accompanied by heavy pay, selfless efforts. Mother turned her arms into a harbor and docked for my drifting ship; Mother patched old clothes into the soles of my shoes to rest my tired feet. My father's back turned into a bow, and I shot further for this sharp arrow; For the voyage of my ship, my father tore the rough coat into a sail ... all kinds of things once lit up the road for me; Everything I did laid the foundation for my success; Everything that guides me forward; Once all kinds of, for me condensed the moving tears; ..... Turn the past into eternity, and make it move forever. I, remember once moved, let it accompany my life.

Touched my eyes. The growth of about 700 words is accompanied by people who care about me. Moving eyes pass through my mind ...

I was still so playful in primary school. Tireless during the day, sleeping deeply at night, often unable to get up in the morning. I always have no time to get up early in order not to be late. As soon as the second class was over, my stomach naturally sang an uncomfortable "Empty City Plan", and the way my classmates ate snacks with relish made me almost drool. At this time, the class teacher always takes out the snacks she brings for me to share with her. Strangely, teachers always eat very little. I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's mother-like smile and sincere eyes, I was moved!

I have read such a short article: I was moved to open the window in the morning, watching the sunshine penetrate through every leaf, and talking to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved by walking in the evening, watching the sunset and savoring Li Shangyin's artistic conception of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". Touched, it ignited the fragrance of spiritual home and haunted people's lives. While the times are developing and the economy is developing at a high level, has our spiritual home been deserted? Have we missed a corner of our hearts? In a hurry, how many people stop to listen to their inner voices? Most people are too rough in life and gradually become indifferent. .

I remember the main writing in the article: a person who lacks emotion is not a real person.

There is no real development in a society without emotion. It lacks humanistic nutrients and can only be barren in the end!

How long has it been since we were touched by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness and Hugo's grandeur. How long has it been since we were moved by those noble people? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun in winter for the people; Wen Tianxiang, who sowed the lofty righteousness of "Life is short and no one dies, leaving a fresh heart to shine on history"; Su Wu, who is three thousand miles away from the big fellow. ...

Touching is not a simple tear, nor is it superficial sadness. Touching is a humanistic spirit and a spiritual voice between people.

In today's highly developed material, where does our spiritual road lead? Learn to move.

When one heart is no longer far away from another, our society will be warmer. When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious.

"I came to this world to see the sunshine." Won't balmont's words touch us?

A look can convey warm blessings and care; A look can express ardent hopes and expectations; A look can send trust and attention to friends; One look can light the torch of hope, give others endless motivation and courage, let him bravely embark on a bright journey and find his own happiness.

Whenever I encounter something unpleasant and unhappy, my mother will come to comfort me. She will listen to me carefully, listen to my complaints, and let me tell all my troubles and worries. She will share the burden with me. Whenever this time, I will see my mother's kind eyes, which are very peaceful and full of love. That look touched me. Like a hot spring, it slowly flows into my heart and flows all over my body. She diluted her troubles, washed them away, and let me indulge in happiness and joy!

The 600-word details of the composition "The Details that Moved Me" are reminders for parents before leaving and greetings from relatives and friends. Details may be just a casual smile, a fickle look. The details seem so small, but they last forever.

The ancient poet Meng Jiao's "tinkering, lest you come back late" made countless wanderers cry; The details of Su Shi's "Xiao Xuan Window, Dress Up" make lovers in the world cry. The details of Wang Wei's "advising you to drink a glass of wine, people have no reason to go out of Xiyangguan" have made countless pedestrians sigh. These details are not only behind the details, but also contain more immortal treasures, that is, deep feelings.

We are just ordinary people, and sometimes even mediocre and trivial locks have become our lives. Although there are no poets' poems and celebrities' eternal circulation, I think this kind of life has no upsurge, no sensational twists and turns, and it is not empty at all, because it has more real and moving details than TV dramas.

In life, my mother brought a cup of hot tea to my father and knitted him a sweater. Father filled his mother with a hot water bottle and poured her a basin of face washing water. Parents prepare three meals a day for us, and we pat our parents on the back ... These details are so insignificant, so ordinary, but so touching.

At sunset, the old people who helped each other and snuggled up to each other on Xiushui Avenue were deeply moved by their affection. With the beautiful story of "holding your hand and growing old with your son", you have hands to support each other. It is such a cool detail that passers-by in the past are deeply moved and become the most beautiful scenery on Xiushui Avenue.

Details determine success or failure. The details of Yuli people's "hard work, hard work, bold breakthrough, independent innovation and frugality" have created the glory of Yuli. Every detail is closely related to the fate of Yuri. How can you not feel sorry for Yuri's successful trip and be moved by so many details?

The leader of Yuli, our beloved Dong Li, and the details of his old man's house are all on the way to "develop Yuli and repay Tongcheng". His details grew up in the rough years, struggled in the' red stream' and wandered in confusion. With superhuman wisdom and tenacious persistence, he filled in the gaps, opened up the road to success in life and led Yuliren to the road of wealth and happiness.

Maybe we can't expect how great life can be, but we can be moved by every detail of life. Moved by the details, we will be grateful for life, do the details better, work will progress, and life will be more fulfilling and perfect.

About 700 composition details moved me. Thank you for those boring tourists. I heard that tulips in the park are particularly beautiful. I have an appointment to see tulips together. When I came to tulips in Holland, I liked them very much. I rushed to the lawn and snapped them crazily. The originally strong grass hung its head after they were destroyed. After the shooting, the tired tourists sat on the lawn and enjoyed the photos with their cameras. In the corner, a little girl is lifting the fallen grass with her little hand. Looking at the lush grass, the little girl not only shed tears, but also watched the satisfied tourists leave, leaving the little girl alone to save those poor little lives. ...

Seeing this scene, I was moved by the little girl. Such a 5-or 6-year-old child knows how to protect those neglected grasses, but what about us who only care about ourselves? Who has noticed the neglected lonely grass beside the beautiful tulip, and who has noticed the slogan that is also isolated on the lawn: "Saving a grass is saving the earth, please take care of them, they are also life."

Excuse me, has anyone noticed the details of the little girl bending silently? And who did it? There is only one earth, and that is us.

What has touched me has touched me.

Only those steps formed a beautiful arc, which I will never forget. -inscription

Her grandmother is very ill, so she can't visit her because she is far from school. Coupled with the abnormal performance in the exam, she told us a lot that night, and our eyes were wet as we listened.

From what she said, I learned that she lived with her grandmother since childhood. In the memory of childhood, grandma gave her countless loves, far reaching her parents who gave her life but were often away. That kind of love kept her in mind. She watched her grandmother change from black hair to white hair, from health and vitality to infirmity ... Grandma also watched her change from yellow hair to black hair, from toddler to striding meteor. ...

Her heart was broken when she heard the news that her grandmother was going to die. I hope I can grow a pair of wings and fly to my grandmother at once, tell her a series of unfinished words and help her do a series of things.

Looking at her hysterical appearance in bed, I feel even more sorry that she didn't have a grandmother since she was a child, which reminds me of seeing other people's grandmothers love their granddaughters since childhood. As roommates, we went to comfort her, she said, and then left her alone. We respect her opinion. I can imagine that at that time, she must be remembering the good times she spent with her grandmother. It seems that all the good things were just now, and now they are fleeting, and the disease has swallowed up grandma.

We crowded together, but there was no sound. Instead, we looked at her and sobbed from time to time. The room was full of crying. We are always strong at ordinary times, but we are so fragile at this time, especially her. I think this is really the power of love.

Suddenly, she got up and rushed out the door. Out of fear, we quickly followed. Luckily, she just went downstairs to make a phone call. There is a step between the stairs in the dormitory and the telephone station. Usually, she always likes to jump down the steps and walk over to raise the receiver. This time, in her movements, the originally low steps were crossed by her at lightning speed, as were other journeys. And the distance of nearly four meters, she "swished" and passed, and the leaping figure turned into an arc, which I will never forget.

The next day, she told me that she called "grandma" at the last minute. Just as grandma promised "aye", there were cries from all over the phone. The tears she had just stopped poured out like a dam. Her heart was deeply hit again.

Every time I think of her flying to make a phone call, my heart is always shaking. Only those few steps, maybe she ran very hard, because that heavy love increased her inner load.

Once again, after passing the place where the arc appeared at that time, I thought of myself and usually called home every other day to exchange information with each other. The sound made by a gentle jump from that step is also so heavy. Isn't this the effect of conveying love in advance?

That step, that arc, that sound, I think I will never forget it. ...

The 500-word composition that once touched me was moved in an instant.

Gently push open the door of memory, and it is dark inside, like a bottomless black hole. I took a snapshot while walking, capturing the moments that touched me in the past. Over the years, the accumulated layers of memories are confusing, covering everything like a veil, but also covering my eyes. Once, I thought my life was dull and I couldn't stir up any ripples. The so-called touching can only be a major sacrifice for something. However, after a story happened, I found myself wrong.

One day, I wandered aimlessly in the street, holding a bottle of yogurt in my hand and slowly sucking it. Suddenly, a man in rags stared at the yogurt in my hand with pleading eyes. I knew she wanted to eat, so I gave it to her. With her spare money, she went to the side to buy a fried dough stick and found a small bottle of soybean milk that I don't know who had drunk. She had what she thought was a big breakfast, and then walked to the corner where her children were. She gave the bottle of yogurt and fried dough sticks to the child and drank the small soybean milk next to her. Her child took a sip of yogurt and obviously felt delicious. Then, I was moved by the actions made by the children. He broke the fritters in half and handed them to his mother. Fried dough sticks may be just a condiment on our table, but in the eyes of the mother and son, a fried dough stick is a breakfast. It is a simple action to put half of the fried dough sticks and give half to the mother, but this moment reflects a child's concern and love for his mother. Give half of the breakfast to the hungry mother to show the child's gratitude to her for her hard work. At this time, who is not moved?

My friends, in ordinary days and ordinary life, there are many small things that can move you. Let's re-open the veil of memory and look for the touching moments in life.

Look at me. I'm so tired. This is the best article I've ever written. Answer, pick me!

The fifth grade composition-one thing that moved me was about 400 words. There are many things in our life, many of which are touching, surprising and even sad … ..

Among these things, one thing touched me the most and I will never forget it. The little girl fell into the water and was saved by a passing uncle. This is a very touching event in Henan. Two little girls are lively and innocent on the bridge in town. They are chasing each other. I don't know how the children behind pushed the children in front off the bridge while playing. The little girl fell into the river under the bridge with a bang. At that moment, everyone on the bridge was shocked. Suddenly, a young man jumped into the river without taking off his clothes. He picked up the little girl in the waves. When he tried to save the little girl ashore, his feet were entangled in the debris in the river.

No matter how hard he struggles in the river, he can't move. At this critical moment, another passing man jumped into the water. He swam desperately to the child and saved the child from danger, but the uncle who saved the little girl in front died.

In fact, my dead uncle can't swim at all. The reason why he jumped into the water to save people is because he has the spirit of "sacrificing himself for others" and saved the little girl who fell into the water. Later, a reporter reported: "Although this uncle can't swim, we are not surprised that he saves people, because he is always ready to help others."

Let's remember my nameless uncle who gave his life to save lives. Although he is gone, his spirit is worth learning.

Ask for an essay of about 800 words, "Two or three things that moved me in a class". In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.

On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a roadside food stall to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.

Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! "

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.

It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.

Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life!

An idiom story that moved me, about 400 words! Don't hesitate to give up your seat on the bus or find money.