That time I was really moved by the composition of the seventh grade.

Touched, in fact, is around us. As long as you feel it with your heart and love it with five flavors, you will find that moving is actually very simple. The following is 10 composition that I was really moved by in the seventh grade. Let's enjoy ourselves.

That time I was really moved by the seventh grade composition 1.

Growth is a slowly flowing stream. We grow up quietly, learn to be strong and learn to be calm. Many memories fade with the passage of time, but one thing makes me vivid and moved.

Not long ago, I went home with _ _, and a man secretly followed us. At first, we talked with relish, and then we found the man.

He looked around. Whenever we look back at him, he always stares at the roadside scenery. This reminds me of the video I saw on my mobile phone: those traffickers always follow the children, seemingly like pedestrians, but in fact they want to catch the children somewhere and take them back to cut off their organs and sell them for money. I can't help shuddering at the thought, and my face has a lot of goose bumps.

I whispered to _ _ "Let's run!" "No, if we run now, then the bad guy will notice that he will follow us and run much faster than us." But fear overcame reason, so I didn't care so much and ran away.

I don't know what I dropped, so I didn't have time to pick it up.

As expected, the people behind us followed us. I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks, running faster and faster. It seems that there is a wolf chasing after me. I wish I could grow two legs.

"Children, wait!" I'm more anxious. I can't help crying at the thought of being taken away by the bad guys soon and never seeing my parents again.

But my lung capacity is limited and my speed is gradually slowing down. "Bad guys" caught up with me, and I shouted in horror: "Bad guys"! This sentence attracted many pedestrians around, and the' bad guy' reached out awkwardly and handed me a bunch of keys. I paused. It turned out that he sent me a dropped key. ...

There are touches everywhere in life, and we can be touched as long as we find them with our heart. There are always touches on the road of growing up, and the past is always vivid and filled with every corner of my memory.

That time, I was really moved by Grade 7 Composition 2.

I am grateful, because I am moved! Because of gratitude, so return! Touching is water, nourishing every living soul! The wind blows away the complexity of death and the disturbance of life! Surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is lush, giving people a thrilling feeling, broad and majestic, and making people forget their worries! What moves is the sea, roads, boats, sails and paddles. ...

Because we are moved, we will remember every bit of life by heart! The vibration of the heart can inspire the literati and give life to the words, so the water is affectionate and the flowers are intentional! The shock of the soul can give the soldiers courage, so "drunk and not laughing on the battlefield, there have been several wars in ancient times", so "yellow sand wears golden armor and never returns." The touch of the soul can make politicians clean, so they "do their best to die before they die". "If the country dies, why not avoid it in every cloud has a silver lining?" Learn to be moved, moved by the happiness of the people, moved by the sunshine, and moved by the heroic act!

Because of moving, history will become distant and close, deep and affectionate. A song "Mountain Flowing Water" has been sung for thousands of years, but it still "flies Cao Han's bird late, rings into the deep spring and swims out of the fish". What is this? Because moved, people's heartstrings were provoked, causing * * * sound! Therefore, every soul plays the same moving songs! "Today people don't see Gu Yue, and this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients."

Because moved, the moon has feelings, and the sky has tears!

Because of being moved, the scenery became sentimental and sentimental. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, people's hearts are broad and broad, and people's hearts grow up under the elegance of nature, so they are pure and flawless, beautiful and refined. Someone broke the willow tree and gave it to a friend, so the willow tree was no longer idle and lonely. "There is a willow in the east, a willow in the west, a willow in the south and a willow in the north. You are inextricably linked and it is difficult to leave people. " How beautiful, forever!

Because moved, the world has become affectionate and colorful! The kindness of parents' upbringing makes the world cry, which is the most touching, so people honor their parents and love them deeply! Lover's lover's care is the most touching, so there is a good sentence that "it is more worthy of being left out of love since ancient times"! The thoughts of friends and brothers are also touching, so "being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season" is widely circulated!

Because I am moved, I am happy; Because of happiness, we are friendly and harmonious!

Every spring breeze is touched by nature! Every drop of rain is touched by the creator! Every inch of land is moved with emotion!

Learn to be grateful, learn to be moved, and let the world have no war and no intrigue; Let all grievances and sorrows be washed away in the clean stream, and go with the flow!

Because moved, everything has feelings, and naturally there are countless kinds of feelings! Let's learn to move, move ourselves, move others, and move the world.

I was really touched that time.

Tick-tock, the drizzle outside the window and the rain falling on the ground suddenly disappeared. I sat by the window and leaned against the glass, not knowing what blurred my eyes, and then slowly fell, hitting the ground and making a sound.

"Bang", a slam of the door, followed by an angry shout "Don't come back if you dare." "Don't come back, don't come back." My voice followed, adamant, see mother put malicious words, I walked out of the house, never look back, has been wandering outside. It's getting dark, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street, only me, still wandering. Lang Shuang's laughter came from time to time in my ear, and there was a faint fragrance around me, which made me want to go home. However, these were not enough to make me lower my arrogant head, so I kicked a stone hard and muttered, "What's the matter? I won't go back, hum. "

I don't know when, the roadside lights came on and it was gloomy, as if it was going to rain. I felt a little uneasy, so I sat down in a sheltered place and closed my eyes. The wind blew away the quicksand in my memory, kissed the years, left a sad song, scattered in my life and then fled in a hurry, weighed in my heart and waved goodbye. In the end, I will bear everything. I also have some thoughts of going home, but I still stubbornly refuse to go back. At this moment, a mother and daughter came over. Mother kept scolding her, but she didn't get angry or talk back, and there was no impatience in her tone. After something happened to her mother, I ran over and asked her why she did it.

She gave me a look and said suspiciously, "This is my fault." After listening to her words, my heart gave a shudder and I stayed where I was, as if I had been whipped by a whip. It hurt. I sat on the ground, and the rain fell on my head, slowly flowing down and across my cheeks. Cold is spreading in my heart, lonely and helpless ... there is hot liquid running down my eyes. Suddenly, a familiar back came into view, and my eyes were hazy. My back is getting indifferent, but I stretch out my hand to touch it, but it is far away from me. "Maybe I'm really wrong. I should go back." I raise my feet. Walking to that familiar place, I stood in front of the door and raised my hand, but I never had the courage to knock. Suddenly, the door opened and it was my mother. My mother is sorry and full of tears. At that moment, the softest part of my heart was touched. I came forward to hug my mother, let tears flow freely on my face and burst into tears. "I was wrong." This is the first time I have apologized for quarreling with my mother in recent years. At that moment, I showed a kind of happiness in the dim light.

Little rain is scattered all over the world, so peaceful and warm under the dim sky.

I was really touched that time.

One Saturday afternoon, I went downstairs by bike, turned left and right along a small road in the community, and had a good time. At this time, the sky was gloomy and there was only a glimmer of light in the sky. The breeze is cool and smells of autumn.

I was having a good time when the car horn sounded and a car came from behind me. I immediately braked and made way for the side of the road. After the car passed by, I accidentally saw something black on the road. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be a group of ants! I saw this group of ants divided into two pieces with a mark in the middle ... as if the wheel had just run over! I got out of the car and squatted down to have a look. Sure enough, some ants lay quietly, wondering if they were dead. But two teams of ants soon gathered on both sides, only to see them running back and forth quickly, constantly touching their tentacles with their friends next to them, and all their friends seemed panicked. Soon, these ants dispersed, and only a few stayed next to the car prints.

Those lying ants are dying, and the rest look stronger. They quickly touched their tentacles next to their weak companions, as if they were "discussing" something.

The more I look at it, the more curious I am. Why did all the other ants leave, and only a few stayed? However, soon, these ants gave me a "shocking" answer.

After the "discussion", the ants surrounded the injured ant and formed a formation around it, which looked like a board. They touched the tentacles next to the injured ant, as if telling it the plan. Slowly, the injured and weak ant moved over step by step with its only remaining or only movable foot. I craned my neck to look at them more carefully.

When the injured ant approaches the edge of the "wooden array" formed by other ants, the ant closest to him moves outward so that the ant can ride on himself, and then he can return to the team with his injured brother. Subsequently, each ant also drew a gourd, holding the injured ant in the middle of the line "with his feet in the air". The brothers under the injured ant tacitly carried their companions to a small hole. At this time, the scattered ants also came back, which seemed to be more than before. They all "rescued" all their companions back to their nests in the same way.

At this moment, I was deeply shocked that these small, humble ants could make such a feat! This is the strength of the team, the strength of close friendship! This is also a team spirit of never giving up and never giving up! They are just small ants, but they have gained great energy. They unite and cooperate and love each other! After the disaster, they don't abandon their injured companions or give up the hope of continuing to live! As humans, aren't we the same? In the Wenchuan and Ya 'an earthquakes, didn't we also rely on this kind of strength to cheer up on the ruins and rebuild our homes? This is also the spirit that can move me!

I was really touched that time.

Today, organized by our teacher, we watched Touching China. Many clips in the program left a deep imprint on my mind, and Yuan Deqi's story made me restless for a long time.

The thing is, he used to live in a happy family, but because his mother died when he was very young, his father went to prison, and he lived with his elderly grandparents. Grandpa is seriously ill, and his temper is good and bad. In order not to let grandpa feel lonely, I played chess with him. In order to maintain the life of the three, grandma gets up early every day and picks up garbage everywhere to sell.

When he was young, he saw it in his eyes and it hurt in his heart. As soon as he has time, he helps his grandmother do what he can, and he doesn't forget to pick up some garbage to sell when he comes home from school at noon. In the face of classmates laughing at him for picking up garbage and saying that he stinks and has no promise, instead of being sad, he said more confidently, "No matter what I do, as long as I can help my grandparents share the family burden through my efforts and make them comfortable, even a little, I will be happy!"

Yuan Deqi can share the burden of his family with his weak shoulders and try to make his grandparents comfortable, but it is really shameful to look back on his past behavior.

I remember it was a sunny weekend, and my family started cleaning together. Just as we were in full swing, a bug flew in. I never even thought about it. I picked up the broom and smashed it to pieces. "Hurry up and clean up!" Dad saw the bug and said to me while continuing to work. I looked at the bloody bedbug, smelled a pungent smell, and quickly avoided it ... now that I think about it, I am really ashamed! Why at the same age, he is not afraid of smelly and dirty, so I am afraid?

Why did he try his best to share the burden for his grandparents, but I never thought of sharing the family burden for my parents who worked hard day and night? Why can he consciously get up early to help grandma do what she can, and I am still like a greedy lamb, living a mouth-to-mouth life! ..... all this made me feel ashamed, made me understand how difficult he was, and made me see the gap between me and him. At this rate, I'm like a parasite in a greenhouse. I am really worried about my future!

As the saying goes: sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing, and crows have the meaning of feeding back. From now on, I will try to change myself. In my later life, I am not afraid of being dirty, suffering or tired. I will try my best to do some housework for my parents. I also want to listen to my parents and make them feel comfortable; I will study harder, master excellent skills and create a happier life for them with my hands!

I was really touched that time.

Time flies, and many things have faded and blurred with the long river of memory. But that thing is like a "stone", a "stone" that once touched me and now makes me remember it vividly. It stands in the long river of memory, making me often see it and think of it.

A car slowed down on the road and finally forced the driver to stop. "There seems to be something wrong with the tire. I'll go down and have a look. " After a while, dad opened the car door and said, "The tire is flat. You can walk to school from here. " There is some helplessness in dad's words.

I reluctantly got off the bus and walked to school.

The poisonous tongue of the sun licks the earth, and cicadas are so hot that they make annoying noises. Xiamen is like a steamer, and the surrounding air is so warm that people can't breathe.

Walking, an old woman pushing a bicycle came in the distance. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a friend's grandmother. She also saw me: "How to walk today? I'm late, let me see you off. " There is a warm smile on her kind face, like the sun, but not the vicious sun now, but the warm sun in winter.

I was embarrassed to get on the bus and was filled with emotion. The bicycle is running, and the sunshine is still so dazzling, but the breeze is like my mother's hand, caressing my face over and over again, which is indescribable. The corners of the mouth involuntarily raised slightly. Maybe it's because the wind has blown into my eyes, and my eyes are a little wet.

Turning my head, I suddenly saw grandma's sweat falling from her hair, down her cheeks and onto the ground. Look at her flowered clothes, there is a large irregular "pattern". My eyes are moist.

"It's finally here. Luckily, I wasn't late. Go in! " She stopped the car and looked at me kindly with a warm smile. I was too moved to speak. I stood there, my eyes moist, looking at her old and energetic back, and I felt that the world became beautiful in an instant.

That time, I remember it vividly.

At that time, a stone stood in my memory.

That time, I was really touched!

I was really touched that time.

People often say that love should be spoken. If you don't talk, who can read you? For me, in fact, no amount of luxurious words can resist your affectionate eyes and the warmth of your holding my hand tightly.

Mom, why on earth do you love me? "Why not, just because you are my child!" Can you ask your mother so naively when you are ignorant? The answer may be completely different, but the feeling you feel is always the same. I like this simple but loving expression very much. It originated from grandma Bing Xin's essay "Why Not Do It". I think this is the language that can best express the feelings of mothers all over the world.

That scene, I will always cherish in my heart, that time, I was really moved. As the saying goes, "the children of poor families take charge early" is indeed a truth. For me, who was born in the countryside, although I can't say that I am proficient in all farm work, I am really a good hand at housework. At that time, our mother faced the loess and worked hard in the muddy fields. The weather is like a doll's face. It changes when you say it. It's still hot in the sun until any signs are given. It is raining cats and dogs now. My mother and I quickly put on our raincoats and walked back. I am a fearless woman, but I am most afraid of lightning. Every time it thunders, I close my eyes tightly, shaking all over and slowing down. My mother saw it and held my hand tightly without saying anything, constantly comforting me and relieving my extreme fear. Our fingers are clasped. As we all know, since I can remember, I have never had such intimate actions with my mother, because my mother is very busy every day, and I have unspeakable actions that can run through our mother and daughter. At that time, even though there was thunder and lightning and it was stormy, you were there, and you held me tightly. I am very relieved that I am no longer so afraid.

Although it has been a long time, the temperature left in my hand will always warm me. Today, every time I think about it, my eyes turn red and I can't express my feelings.

I was really touched that time.

It was a winter night, the north wind roared, the goose feather and snow fell with the wind, and the earth was covered with a thick snow coat. Such a quiet night was broken by a sudden car accident. An old woman was knocked down to the ground, blood flowed from her forehead, and groans of pain filled the cold night sky.

Blood kept flowing, and more and more people were watching, but no one dared to lend a helping hand. After a while, a middle-aged woman walked quickly to her grandmother, helped her to a chair, put her coat on her body and helped her wipe the blood from her head. The blood flowing to the ground has already dyed the snow red and solidified, much like the hesitant and cold heart of onlookers.

The cold wind roared, constantly tearing people's skirts, while the dim street lamps silently shed warm light.

The grandmother's face gradually improved, but the middle-aged woman's face was red with cold and her lips were purple. The onlookers were moved by her kindness and sent their own clothes in succession, and their hearts were also warmed by the middle-aged woman. This cold winter, this warm scene, is like a flame, which makes my whole body warm and my heart like being illuminated by warm sunshine. The cold wind seems to have temperature; The cold night seems to be no longer cold.

When the grandmother was sent to the ambulance, everyone showed a happy smile, and the relief was full of gratitude, thanking the woman who was "a timely help".

It's quiet again at night, and the air is still filled with warm breath, which makes me reluctant to leave. That touch of deep red, that wisp of yellow, makes me seem to have returned to the time when all this happened, and there is a warm current from time to time, which comes to my mind from time to time.

Ah! You saved other people's lives with your great love. Although it is a little strength, it is as heavy as a millstone!

It was that time that moved me.

In life, many things are like mist, which is blown away by the breeze, leaving only faint traces of smoke. Only this incident is deeply imprinted in my heart, guiding me forward like a shining star.

I was really touched that time.

Touched, such as refreshing wine, makes people memorable; Touched, such as elegant and quiet piano sound, intoxicating; Touched, like a waterfall with thick accumulation and thin hair, the landscape is displayed in an instant; Touched, like bright and warm sunshine, it reminds me of deep memories.

September autumn is the month when freshmen start school, and the students are ready to go. Challenge new knowledge, I put on my schoolbag and put on a gentle smile, and followed my mother's footsteps to a new school.

It's not as simple as I thought. I have to check the resettlement list, understand the flow and handle the handling fee ... In this strange environment, I am like a lost bird, waiting for someone's guidance, and finally I am experiencing various hardships. I found a class and waved goodbye to my mother with pride of becoming a junior high school student.

In this classroom, some students have close friends, and they talk happily together. Sharing interesting things in the summer vacation, I transferred from another school and sat in my seat silently waiting for what would happen.

How time flies! It's time to eat after school. The kind class teacher lined up quickly, and we lined up neatly to go to the restaurant. Along the way, I saw a small sparrow pecking alone in the open space of the campus. A gust of autumn wind blew and the leaves fell to the ground alone. Looking at others in droves, I feel a little lost. Finally I arrived at the restaurant, but another question came to me-there are too many people, how can I cook? The teacher told everyone that students can eat together in two combinations, which will be faster, and I ... I was just about to move forward quickly when a girl took my hand and took me to the window. She patiently taught me to stand in a team and celebrate each other faster. I listened and did it. Sure enough, within a few minutes, both our bowls were filled with steaming rice. Looking at this bowl of energetic food, my heart is steaming and I am moved. It is her kindness, the enthusiasm between people and the best quality in this world.

That time, I was really touched, because of the enthusiasm between people, I ate that bowl of rice with great taste. That time, I was really touched, because her kind actions made me realize the beauty of the world. That time, I was really touched. Because that unforgettable "first meal" taught me a lot ...

That time, I was really moved by the seventh grade composition 10.

She is always wearing a tulle scarf, full of love; She always likes to comb herself radiant and affectionate. I have been attached to her all my life, loving her, the kind of maternal love that is thousands of miles away and close at hand.

That time, I got a chance to give a speech. I'm excited and excited. I began to prepare. I was busy until eight o'clock when I hurried home, and my heart thumped. On the way home, it was dark, the trees were hunched, and everything was cast a shadow. It's raining, raindrops should know. On this short road, I thought of her wholeheartedly. How is she? Where is it? Are you worried about me at night? Ah! I felt the flame that lit the candle in my heart, and the passionate love struck my heart again and again, so strong! So vivid! The chill of rain can't enter my heart at all, because she is calling me! Call me again and again! The power of maternal love!

In an instant, I arrived home. Warm yellow light shines on me through the glass door, home! The warmth of home!

I pushed the door in and she was shocked. She slowly put down her wet umbrella. She is still wearing a trench coat and boots, her hands and ears are red with cold, but her face is bloodless, her eyes are full of anxiety and worry, and her wrinkles are deeper now. Her mouth seemed to take a deep breath slowly and began to ask me and scold me. I saw her like this, with a sour nose and something spinning in her eyes.

After a while, she went into the kitchen. I put down my schoolbag and took out my homework. She came out again, carrying a bowl of steaming noodles, and the lingering fragrance aroused my appetite. She said, "Stop writing and come to dinner." Tears really broke free from my bondage and rolled down by themselves, so I mixed them with tears and ate noodles and soup. The mouth is not salty, sweet and affectionate.

It was too late to do my homework, but she stayed with me. Before long, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep at her desk. Under the bright white light, the silver silk is still obvious, and she is old. ...

She, wrapped in a scarf with deep love; She smoothed out endless love with a comb, whether it is thousands of miles away or close at hand, love is all there. She is my most attached and beloved mother!

That time, I was really touched!

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