One thing that touched you in the composition in the second volume of the fifth grade of primary school is 300 words.

One thing that moved you about the composition in the second volume of the fifth grade elementary school is 300 words, one thing that moved you about the composition in Unit 4 of the fifth grade, and one thing that moved me.

There will always be the brightest star in the sky, the biggest pearl at the bottom of the sea and the sweetest candy in the box. In life, there will always be the most wonderful moments. There are many things that move me in my life, but the one that moves me most is the following.

I came home from school that day and did my homework with him at my home. Suddenly, his pen ran out of ink. When he was trying to absorb ink, he accidentally touched my arm, which made me write "touch" wrong. Because the teacher asked me to do it with a pen, the eraser could not be erased. He just smiled and said to me, "I didn't mean to." "I would have believed him, but his smile made me not want to forgive him. When he was doing his homework, I gave him a push to correct his words. He said angrily, "You did it on purpose." I still pretended not to care and said to him, "I don't care." You wrote my handwriting wrong first. Blame yourself. "When he saw that I was wrong, he refused to admit it and was elated. He picked up his schoolbag angrily and left.

Then I almost didn't go with him. He asked me why. "I said I forgot. Even after school, I left first, but since one thing, you must know that my face is red.

That day, my mother asked me to bring an umbrella in the morning. I said it wouldn't rain, so I didn't bring an umbrella. After school in the afternoon, as my mother said, it rained cats and dogs. It's too late to regret now, so I have to sit in my seat in frustration. Suddenly I heard someone calling me. At first glance, it was his last time. He brought an umbrella and asked me to go with him. He almost gave me his umbrella on the way, and his clothes and trousers were all wet. I felt ashamed, so our little hands clasped together again.

Although it has been a long time, I will never forget it.

The fifth grade of primary school, the second volume of Chinese Unit 4 composition (write something that moves you) is something that moves me.

Chen Shuo, Class 2, Grade 6, Nanping Experimental Primary School, Fujian Province. Instructor: Mars.

"... proud of unity and mutual assistance, ashamed of harming others ...", I sat on the bus and hummed the song "Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces" softly. The scenery outside the window seemed to be pressed by the rewind button, and I kept going back. The sunshine puts a gorgeous coat on the surrounding scenery. I narrowed my eyes and got lost in this charming scenery. Suddenly, with the sudden braking of the car, the quiet and comfortable atmosphere in the carriage was broken.

"ouch!" The old voice drew eyebrows from the whole trunk. An old man sat on a bulging bag. His weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, as if it had been carved by a knife, leaving ravines of different shades. His silky silver hair mixed with wisps of brown hair, like an airtight net, clung to the old man's head, while his muddy eyes. The old man jumped up like sitting in a mine and exclaimed, "My food!" " "."This should be a farmer's uncle selling vegetables. "I secretly guessed in my mind that the seat below me suddenly seemed to be on fire. I really wanted to stand up and give my seat to my grandfather, but would the people in the car laugh at me? Just as I hesitated, a shrill soprano shouted, "Dead old man, don't put your rotten vegetables here! "".I saw the old man bent down and picked up the vegetables scattered on the floor of the carriage. There were several bundles of broken vegetables on the ground. The blonde next to her frowned and seemed to see that no one had given her seat to the old man, and she became more and more arrogant, as if the stinking garbage was under her feet. The carriage was quiet, as if time had been frozen by the blonde's words, and people's eyes were on the old man. At this time, a tall middle-aged man stood up, helped the helpless old man up, and enthusiastically said to the old man, "Grandpa, please sit in my seat." The conductor also came to help the old man clean up the dishes, only to see the old man's eyes change from vacant to grateful, and he kept saying "thank you" in a hoarse voice. Suddenly, the car was full of excitement. People rushed to give their seats to the old man and asked him kindly. The old man was honored to answer this question. This episode actually made the people in the carriage feel like a family, and the fiery hearts of a carriage seemed to shorten the distance and stick together tightly. The golden sunshine shines on everyone through the window, just like a beautiful picture drawn by a painter, which warms my heart and gives birth to a touch. But the blonde sat glumly like a crushed vegetable, too ashamed to lift her head. At the moment, I feel as if I have returned to the era of Lei Feng. For some time, due to the accelerated pace of people's life, the relationship between people has become numb, the whole society has become indifferent, and people have lost their enthusiasm and sincerity. So many "Lei Feng" appeared in front of me today, how can I not be moved?

"The bus is standing here ..." The soft voice of the conductor sounded in the carriage. I walked out of the carriage at a brisk pace and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the carriage with nostalgia. I couldn't help singing another sentence: "What is honor and what is shame? Everyone should know the eight honors and eight disgraces ...".

Model essay 2: What moved me.

I have a warm and soft wool coat, which was knitted by my mother. Very comfortable. At first, I was very happy when I heard my mother say that she would help me knit a sweater. I kept urging my mother, and as a result, my mother was tired.

Another winter, when I picked up the sweater knitted by my mother, I remembered: at noon one day last semester, my mother said to me, "Dear, it's cold. Let me help you knit a dress!" " ""yes, yes! "I cried happily and dragged my mother to buy materials in the afternoon. After buying materials, I always let my mother knit clothes. If my mother has a rest, I will cry, "knit clothes quickly." Didn't you say you would help me knit? "Why don't you move?" Hearing this, mother had to go on working. In this way, my mother hardly takes a nap every day. At night, I urge her to stay up late, which makes her feel bad every day and the knitting quality is poor. After I found out, it was even more compelling. In order to make me wear warm clothes, my mother has to "work overtime" every day, and she is very tired.

Finally, one day, my mother couldn't support it. She is ill. Dad told me to take care of my mother, and then I went to work. However, although I was a little nicer to my mother than Ping, I still made a disrespectful remark to my mother: "Mom, you are sick, so do less knitting today." When I said this, my mother suddenly seemed to remember something and ran to get the clothes and continue knitting. My mother's illness got worse and worse, and then it was difficult to speak, just to knit me a warm dress. After the clothes were knitted, I quickly grabbed the clothes and refused to put them down, but forgot to say "thank you" to my mother, who just smiled kindly.

Until now, I felt how ignorant I was at that time. Now I really want to say "sorry" to my mother, but I don't have the courage. I really should thank my good mother. I was moved by her meticulous care and love for me. Finally, I understand the meaning of the famous poet Meng Jiao's poem, "But an inch of grass is full of affection, and three wisps of spring scenery are appreciated".

Model essay 3: A touching thing

Hangzhou * * * primary school Jiang

Touched, everywhere; Touched, maybe in an instant, I want a meteor to flash by; Touched, within reach in life.

During the short five-day military training, I was deeply moved. Almost all the students in our class cried when they left. We are reluctant to be instructors and unforgettable military training life. After those five days, although it was only a short five days, we have forged a deep friendship with the instructor. How can we leave without saying anything? The leaves are blown by the wind and seem to sigh for us; The sky also wants to be sad for us, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The whole playground is quiet! Even the sound of raindrops hitting the ground can be heard clearly. Looking at the instructor and the sky, I can't help but see the scenes of these five days in my mind. The jokes told by the instructor and the games we played together appeared in front of me like movies.

Instructors have the quality of perseverance. Once we practiced standing posture, and the instructor ordered us to stand at attention in a standard posture. I didn't think so at first, so what about practicing this? Physical education class doesn't know how many times he has stood! But the weather is not as good as people, the site is long, and I am really a little tired. But look at the students who are still as tall as pine trees. I bit my teeth, sucked my stomach and continued to stand. After a while, the students seemed unable to hold on and began to swing from side to side. That's great. It made me relax, hunched my back and drooped my shoulders, as if I were disabled. Our eyes looked at the instructor in unison, begging the instructor to call for dissolution. Let's have a rest. The instructor seems to know what we think, and his men are not merciful at all. He said abruptly, "Don't move, or you will be punished for running!" " "We were immediately shocked by the instructor's words and didn't dare to move. One by one, the depressed balls bulged again. Even so, I can't help but whisper. Why don't you understand us? It will kill us. Hey, I can't help it. Just hang in there. After a long time, a loud whistle cut through the playground. We seem to be awakened in a dream, and suddenly a tingle, the instructor's crisp voice sounded in the ear, "dismissed." Suddenly, * * * sound, shouts ups and downs in all directions. I'm surprised that we can stand for so long and still stand guard like the PLA. I am a child soldier, haha, I am proud that I finally survived.

The instructor is also a person who cares about us. From the emergency meeting in the middle of the third day, the students were a little scared and couldn't sleep. On the fourth day, before going to bed, I specially asked the instructor if he wanted to gather urgently for a few days, because today's training was very tired and it was a party at night. If we meet again in an emergency, we will really get insufficient sleep. The instructor seemed to know what was on our minds and said, "There is no emergency meeting today, I'm afraid you are too tired!" Check the training results tomorrow and go to bed. "Look! What a humanized instructor, how concerned about us, what is the difference between this and the meticulous care of the elders? Gentle words float across my heart like spring breeze, soft and pleasant, and my relieved heart also floats across like willow branches.

Touched all the time! In fact, moving is also a dish of life!

One thing that touches you in the first volume of the fifth grade is that the composition is about 250 words urgent! There are many touches in life. If you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, you will find that the grass in spring is a touch, the caring eyes of friends are a touch, and the selfless care of parents is a touch ... Life touches me everywhere!

Spring has come quietly in the drizzle, and Jasmine in Spring can't wait to report the news of spring to people. The warm spring breeze gently touches your face like a mother's hand. I walked slowly in the warm sunshine alone, and I saw an old man walking not far away. Pale hair, peaceful smile, helping each other to walk. Inadvertently, I saw grandpa carefully wiping the sweat on his forehead for grandma, while grandma enjoyed this silent love. The two men smiled at each other, and then walked on talking and laughing, leaving only their carefree smiles on the empty street. That smile deeply infected me and moved me to the beauty of life!

Summer came with the accompaniment of cicadas. The scorching sun is scorching the earth, and the sultry air gives people a feeling of breathlessness. Suddenly, it was cloudy, the wind was blowing hard and it rained cats and dogs. The air is especially fresh after the rain. A lovely young girl skipped to the flower bed, and many flowers could not stand the "torture" in the wind and rain. But she doesn't believe that life is so fragile. She searched with Ming Che's big crystal eyes. Suddenly, she saw another flower standing there with its head drooping. She was ecstatic to pick up the soil next to her and gently cover it on the roots outside. Then, he seemed to have completed a big task and skipped away with a smug smile. Her young mind firmly believes that it won't be long before flowers bloom. That smile infected me and moved me to the beauty of life!

When the first yellow leaf breaks free from the mother's arms and falls to the ground, it indicates that autumn is coming. The golden wind brought a cool breeze, and the geese flew to the south in neat rows. Autumn is the harvest season. In the autumn fields, chrysanthemums stand proudly, and osmanthus is refreshing; Golden rice and red sorghum reflect the face of the farmer's uncle; In the orchard, the fruit farmers looked at the Huang Chengcheng red persimmons and oranges hanging all over the treetops, and their hearts were full of joy. They smiled brightly and had some expectations. I hope next year will be another bumper year. That smile infected me and moved me to the beauty of life!

The composition "One thing that touched you the most" written by a fifth-grade pupil, 500 words. She is the most beautiful this spring.

Outside the window, it is raining again. Rain falls slowly, weaving a gentle and quiet curtain. My heart, also moved by this scene, happily walked out of the door and once again enjoyed the joy of walking alone in the rain.

Yes, my habit is so unique. Lu Xun said: Unexpectedly, Ji looked up from his silence, so he wrote the above words. As long as it rains, my persistent habits will grow irrepressibly from the bottom of my heart. I never walk into the rainy world with an umbrella and appreciate the unspeakable beauty.

I walked alone in the street and watched the passing cars speeding in front of my eyes. As it is located in a low-lying area, it is inevitable that there will be a little splash. I walked to the sidewalk where the water could not splash.

Walking, I bowed my head. I met someone by chance. I looked up at once, and it turned out to be a blind aunt. I looked at it carefully. He is of medium height, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, holding a stick in his left hand and an umbrella in his right. At this time, I am embarrassed to say I am sorry. To express my apologies, I offered to send her home.

Aunt is holding an umbrella, and I hold her. We walked and talked. Talked for a long time. Suddenly, I tripped over the sewer cover under my feet. I can't help but say, "Who is so wicked to open the sewer cover or not?" I scolded a few words angrily and said to menstruation, "Go this way and don't trip." At some point, I found that my aunt had squatted on the ground and was groping for the sewer cover. When you touch it, put it back.

I asked inexplicably, "What are you doing with this?" Aunt replied: "Someone must walk through here in the future in case someone accidentally stumbles!" " I grew up under the care of this society. Now that I'm an adult, should I do something for the society, young man? "Then we walked forward.

What simple and sincere words! She is the most beautiful this spring!

A hug that touched you once gave me a chance to hug.

"Mom, are you okay? How are you doing without me? "

"Lovely daughter, mother is not good. You are so far away from me that I worry about you all the time and hold you back. Do you think I will be all right? "

"Mom, I don't want to. I think about you all the time. I said to myself,' I want to go home. I’m going home. "

"Baby province, mother understand, you don't cry. If you are sad, your mother will be sad. One day, mom will let you come back. "

"Mom, I know. I believe that one day, I will go home and see the Giant Panda Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan that I can't refuse. I want to play with them and play together. "

"Well, my daughter Taiwan Province, my mother is waiting for you. Mom will give you Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan again. "

"Well, mom, I thank you first. You see, I am getting closer and closer to your body. "

"Daughter, when I heard your words, my mother felt a little comfort. Chen Shui-bian, who stood in your way, stepped down. No one will object to your reunion with me again. "

"Yes, mom, now that Ma Ying is in power, I believe I will get better gradually. Although the road ahead is still very long, I still don't give up. "

"Baby, mom is very happy. Now many of your brothers and sisters can come to your place to play. I want them to touch your hair, eyebrows and lips. I want to hug you tightly! "

"oh! My baby girl, Bao Dao. Give me a chance, let me hug you, kiss you and cherish you ... My hug to China is always open for you, please come back soon! Baby, I want you to snuggle up to me and never leave. "

"Mom, mom ..."

Give me a hug.

The thing is, our class has been signing up in recent days. As long as someone is disobedient and undisciplined after class, it will be recorded. On Friday, Mr. Kuang will make statistics and be recorded several times, and will be punished accordingly.

The first week, I was not remembered; The second week, it was also very safe; The problem lies in the third week. The third week, I don't know which "detective" still remembers me. The reason is that I knocked Luo Shanwei down. I explained to Mr. Kuang that I didn't mean to trip Luo Shanwei when I was playing basketball and grabbing the ball. Mr. Kuang motioned me to sit down, as if he had forgiven me. I'm happy because I haven't been here for three weeks. If this continues, Mr. Kuang will definitely give me a reward.

By the fourth week, last week. This week, I was not remembered either, but Mr. Kuang gave me a "surprise reward", saying that "the classmate who has not been remembered for four weeks in a row will come forward and I will give him a hug as a reward", and specifically stated that the wronged person could not get this reward.

At that time, I really felt that my efforts for several weeks were in vain, knowing that I was right and wronged. What a "unjust, false and wrong case"

Teacher Kuang, how I want to get your precious hug!

Unit 4, Volume 2, Grade 5 Composition: What moved you? Touching is the cool breeze in summer, the warm sun in winter, the freshness in spring and a cup of fragrant hot tea ... With touching, our hearts will become bright, spacious and pure. ...

I still remember that last semester was a random inspection in the whole district, and I was complacent about my good grades. The exam began, and I was shocked as soon as I saw the test questions: these are all things I haven't reviewed! I had to rely on my daily accumulation to do the problem, while writing secretly annoyed: finished, finished, this exam "smashed the pot." While I am nervous, I am also looking forward to some topics that I am familiar with, so as to achieve better results.

After the exam, I was as nervous as a cat on hot bricks, and even hoped that the teacher would lose my paper and take the exam again. After all the students handed in their papers, Mr. Feng began to count the number of people who made mistakes. "If you have a wrong question, please raise your hand." In Mr. Feng's tone, I heard anxiety and expectation. However, the number of times I raise my hand keeps increasing, just like I deliberately opposed Mr. Feng, and I felt a wave of bitterness again and again.

"Yu Jiaying," Miss Feng's voice interrupted my meditation, "go and close the door." "Oh." I promised at random, trying to avoid meeting Mr. Feng's eyes-at this time, my eyes were full of tears. When I approached the door, Mr. Feng's gentle voice was left behind me: "Yu Jiaying, don't be sad, there will be another time!" My tears were more than I could bear, and they dripped from my eyes. It turned out that Mr. Feng had already read my mind. Instead of criticizing me, she is still comforting me. At this moment, nothing can comfort Mr. Beavon more than this sentence. When I shed tears, I was also thinking about whether I should wake up and cheer up now. Sure! I shouted firmly in my heart: "Teacher Feng, I won't let you down next time!" "

Back in the classroom, I dried my tears. What I can't do is teacher Feng's teaching. Since the goal is so firm, why are you crying? No need!

At this time, I feel sad and moved. Perhaps, moving is not a simple tear, not a superficial sadness, but an inner feeling, a spiritual voice between people ... the world is moved everywhere. If the world is not moved, then the world is ruthless.

One of the things that moved me most in the fifth grade of primary school was that others couldn't understand it.

Please accept it, thank you!

Narrative composition in the fifth grade of primary school: one thing that touched me the most: one thing that touched me the most. The day before, I accidentally found something that moved me very much, that is, the love of bitch. Let me tell you what happened next. It was noon in summer, my aunt and I went shopping, and my grandparents were at home. My bitch's child is called Xiaohua, the fourth child. She's cute and beautifully dressed. I often go out alone. Every time I come back, I am safe and sound. But this time, it's different. My third grandfather's little black dog is so fierce that even if I see it, I will be as still as a log. Xiaohua met, but it will definitely "fail"! At this critical moment, my bitch suddenly appeared. She looked very angry, her front paws were bent, and a big fireball gathered all over her! Such a face is simply "everyone is afraid." When it attacked violently, the black dog seemed to think, "Run!" " He turned and ran home. At this time, my bitch didn't have time to stop, hit her head against the wall and went home with her tail between her legs. This really moved me. Usually I only know my mother's love for me. Today, I found out that bitches also care about the next generation!