A composition on a day that moved me

Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone has the experience of writing essays, and you are very familiar with compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). So how is a general composition written? The following is a composition about a day that moved me carefully. I hope it can help everyone. A Day That Touched Me Composition 1

Speaking of being moved, in fact, everyone is moved sometimes. Something happened on the bus that I can never forget.

It was a sunny afternoon. My mother and I went to my grandma's house to play. We stopped a bus and as soon as we got on the bus, our eyes were attracted by a big sister wearing brand-name clothes and carrying a brand-name bag. We thought to ourselves: This big sister is covered in famous brands, so she must be difficult to mess with. We sat down behind the eldest sister. I looked at the scenery along the way and suddenly felt so comfortable. At this time, a mother and daughter got into the car. The little girl's clothes were patched, tattered, and had a runny nose; although the mother's clothes were also patched, they were clean and tidy. The mother looked around, trying to find a seat, but it was already full. Suddenly, the eldest sister in front stood up and said, "Auntie, do this!" "Thank you!" The mother smiled, and so did the eldest sister.

After driving for a while, the little girl suddenly started crying, and the crying got louder and louder. Many passengers said impatiently: "It's so annoying, stop making noise!" The mother's face turned red. He nodded and said sorry. It was the same big sister. She took out a tissue from her bag.

Bent down, folding paper, the big sister began to wipe the little girl’s nose!

I didn’t expect that this big sister has such a kind heart. When the eldest sister just stood up, the little girl suddenly vomited and splashed all over the eldest sister. The mother looked at the eldest sister at a loss, with a horrified expression on her face. However, the eldest sister was not angry. Instead, she used a new tissue to wipe off the dirt on the mother first, and then on herself. A few hot tears flowed from the mother's eyes. There was a burst of warm applause in the car. This applause is for this big sister!

When we arrived at the station, my heart still couldn’t calm down. In today's society, there are too few people like big sisters. We must learn from big sisters and learn to be tolerant and patient. In this way, our world can be better! A Day That Moved Me Composition 2

From the time I was born to the present, one day after another has disappeared like a fly, leaving behind those illusory days called memories. How many memories have been taken away by the river of time, not even a shadow can be caught. However, the waves of time cannot take away the memories engraved deep in my heart, and the torrent of time cannot wash away the most beautiful memories.

It was one morning when I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Baby, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so it’s better to bring an umbrella!" Look up at the sky. It’s clear. Why is it raining? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

At noon, when I was coming home from school, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain suddenly broke out. The students who were wearing rain gear all went home, and the other students were also picked up by their parents one by one. I thought to myself: My father works outside and doesn’t come home for lunch. My mother happens to be sick these days and is in the hospital receiving fluids, so it’s impossible for her to come to take me home. I thought that no one would come to take me home.

I sat alone in the classroom, feeling anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and very hungry. Listening to the heavy rain outside the window, I couldn't help but cry.

At this moment, a familiar figure walked over. I took a closer look and it turned out to be my mother! The wind and rain seemed to swallow my mother up. My mother got up to me with difficulty: "Baby, come here quickly and get your umbrella." My mother gave me the umbrella she was carrying. At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. My mother noticed the situation and gently moved her umbrella towards me, half of her body exposed. My hair, face, and body were all soaked by the rain. After a while, we returned home. Looking at my mother who looked like a drowned rat, her pale face, and her coughing, I knew that my mother's condition was definitely getting worse.

At that moment, I couldn't help but burst into tears...

An umbrella held up the sky, and my mother's selfless love gave me happiness, joy, and touch... A day that moved me Composition 3

The dishes and chopsticks on the dinner table were neatly placed, and the laurel in the vase opened inadvertently, revealing its fragrance. The fragrant fragrance filled the air, leading my thoughts to that unforgettable day.

I, like other adolescent children, have a so-called generation gap with my parents. This generation gap is particularly obvious between my mother and me.

It was a Saturday morning. After a late sleep, I stretched my body and walked towards the kitchen. Mom has already prepared breakfast and is sitting at the dining table knitting leisurely. I turned to look at the dining table. There was a steaming bowl of porridge, and two steaming steamed buns in the bowl next to it. "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot!" When my mother saw me sitting down, she put down the half-finished sweater, picked up a pile of bowls and chopsticks, and walked towards the pool. You know, I hate eating porridge. At this time, a box of instant noodles on the table caught my eye, and it became my life-saving straw. "I don't want to eat porridge, I want to eat instant noodles!" I said as I tore open the noodle box packaging and started pouring condiments into it.

"How dare you!" A roar sounded from behind, mixed with the strong smell of gunpowder, which made me choke. But I still went my own way, picked up the electric kettle, and prepared to boil water. "If you don't eat porridge, how can you eat instant noodles?" As soon as my mother finished speaking, the electric kettle in my hand was snatched away. At this moment, I was so angry that I burst out the anger in my heart that was already burning with anger. I grabbed the kettle and threw it to the ground with a bang. "Pa, pa", I was slapped twice hard on my back. At this time, I was already in tears, but I still stubbornly held my head high and looked at her with eyes wide open. I clearly saw that my mother's eyes were covered with mist, and she was still breathing heavily. "Huh, whatever you do to me now, I will do to you in the future!" I said again harshly. After hearing this, my mother became even more angry. She slapped me again, "What did you say?" She said and hit me with chopsticks. The chopsticks were scattered all over the floor. The sound of "cracking" accompanied by her crying sounded through my heart. It seemed that my words had broken her heart. The strong fragrance of osmanthus hit me, my nose felt sore, and tears flowed down. "Mom, I was wrong! I listened to you, I ate, I ate porridge!" I stepped forward, hugged my mother, then immediately sat at the table and ate porridge quickly. Then, I picked up the dishes and electric kettle on the floor, and I used my actions to apologize to my mother and ask for her forgiveness. Since then, I have stopped losing my temper.

That was a day that I will never forget, because my mother’s sadness affected me and made me change my “elderly” temper.

"What are you thinking about?" A pair of hands gently placed on my shoulders. These hands are warm and kind, they are mother's hands. I raised my head and saw my mother looking down at me, her eyes full of love, just like the laurel branch in front of the table, with a delicate fragrance. "Mom, thank you, thank you for giving me that unforgettable day!" Composition 4 of a day that moved me

Time is really like water.

From the time I was born to the present, one day after another has disappeared like a fly, and the vague days left behind are called memories.

How many memories have been taken away by the river of time, and not even a shadow can be caught.

However, the waves of time cannot take away the memories engraved deep in my heart, and the torrent of time cannot wash away the most beautiful memories.

It was a season when flowers were blooming everywhere. Raindrops oozed out from the eaves after the rain, and raindrops fell on the stones. In the sky not far away, a brilliant rainbow hung.

That day, I was playing carefree at home as usual, but I never thought that something unexpected would happen to me.

When I woke up, I seemed to hear my mother calling my name over and over again. Even my father’s footsteps were so clear.

I wanted to sit up, but I had no strength. My forehead seemed to be burned unbearably, so I subconsciously touched it with my hands, and my hands were stained red.

It turns out that a stone flew into the yard at that time, hitting me squarely in the head.

I felt a chill in my heart and was very scared. My mother held me in her arms and used warm and loving hands to calm my uneasy mood.

After a period of time, under the careful care of my mother and the warm care of my father, the injury on my forehead healed, but a scar remained.

In the past, I was always looking for a day that moved me to fill the void in my heart. At that moment, I discovered that my heart had already been filled. This scar is not my pain, but it is a confirmation of my touching memories.

In the fleeting time, there will always be some days that are engraved in the deepest part of your heart. Sometimes they may be covered by dust, but they will still guide you in your confusion.

Memories are sometimes really unforgettable. A Day That Touched Me Composition 5

Outside the window, it was snowing. I was walking on the way to school, white snowflakes were flying in the air, kissing my face, cool and very comfortable.

Outside the school gate, I was stunned. An old man pushed an old tricycle and walked forward with difficulty. I could clearly see: He was wearing thin clothes, and the cracks on his hands were arranged irregularly, revealing a hint of dark red. Every time he came to a trash can, he bent down, stretched out his hand, and turned over the trash can to see if there were any empty bottles. Every time he picked up an empty bottle, he would smile, wipe the dust on it with his hands, and carefully put it in the tricycle.

The snow is still falling, and the trees in the distance are covered with snow, like the silver thread in the hands of a loving mother, like the horns of a reindeer. Looking from a distance, it looks like a rolling mountain. The snow brought me endless joy, but it brought a deep chill to this shivering old man.

I sighed with emotion, and after walking a few steps, I saw a little boy throwing an empty bottle into the trash can. However, the bottle accidentally fell on the old man's head, and then fell off his head. I expected the old man to be furious, but instead he slowly walked over to the bottle, picked it up, and put it in the car. Every time he bent down or stretched out his hand, it all seemed so natural, as if he was born to do this.

The snow was falling harder and harder, and I walked quickly into the classroom. Standing by the back window of the classroom, overlooking the street in front of the school. The old man did not go home. He was still walking hard on the street, still looking through the very similar trash cans one after another...

The snow was crystal clear and white. Looking at it, the old man seemed to have turned into a snowflake, floating uncertainly in this world, but still persistent. I couldn't bear it any longer, and tears fell down inadvertently.

The old man walked farther and farther away, but his appearance gradually became clear before my eyes. The old man's bending and extending of his hands showed his calmness in life. Life is humble, but the life that persists is awe-inspiring. I couldn't help but be moved.

Outside the window, the snow is still falling. However, the person I saw walking down the street turned out to be me. A Day That Touched Me Composition 6

This day is destined to be unforgettable for me. It is a day when I feel the meaning of life.

One day in early winter last year.

The weather is not too cold yet, and there is no gloomy feeling in late autumn. The warm sunshine in winter gives people an indescribable feeling of comfort. Put on your schoolbag and start a day's journey with your companions. I still remember that the mountains there were so green that people couldn’t take their eyes away, and the continuous green seemed to engulf people. There is an orphanage here, and the purpose of this trip is this orphanage. I don't know why I am here, maybe because of sympathy and love, or maybe it is the call of one life to another life. Looking at the not-so-big white house, I was stunned. It was a holy feeling! Teacher Zhu, who was traveling with me, patted my head: "Go in!" I turned around and walked into the house.

This orphanage has no name. I got the address from a certain teacher. I felt excited and came here.

There are many children in the orphanage, and their innocent smiles are the only impression I have of them. Here, I met her.

I heard a boy say that she had been taking care of orphans here for many years. The child was about 7 or 8 years old. He said that he remembered her being here as long as he could remember. I looked at that slender back, and she suddenly looked back and smiled. I was stunned. However, at the age of more than 20 years old, the maturity in her eyes was completely inconsistent with her beautiful face.

My eyes felt hot and my heart skipped a beat. Those eyes were imprinted on my heart.

The old dean was a kind old lady. She asked us to sit down, but our eyes drifted to her from time to time: I saw her coaxing a girl, her eyes were full of pity and patience, and her mouth was full of pity and patience. Slightly tilted, her smile can melt the coldness in people's hearts like the warm sun in winter: I saw her teaching her children to sing: I also saw the night scene in her eyes when she was watching her children take a lunch break... "Her name is Dongyang , I was an orphan before, and I stayed here to take care of the children after graduating from junior high school. What a good child..." The old dean seemed to see through my mind and said to himself... Afterwards, I chatted with the dean again. After meeting, we said goodbye with the sunset.

When I got in the car, I was still full of new clothes, and I regretted not having a few words with her. I am lucky. On this day, I understand that the simplest love in life is the most touching. A Day That Touched Me Composition 7

More than 60 people have to climb a 4M high wall in just 20 minutes. Is this possible? Possibly, because we have proven it with our actions.

The first class went up, and it was our turn. My heart was pounding, as if it wasn’t mine. A boy from our class climbed up first. He stepped on someone else’s. On my shoulders, I gathered the strength of several people and went up. If one was there, there would be two and three, one after another. With the encouragement of the teacher, I restrained my excitement and rushed up, looking at their red and slightly twitching faces. , I couldn't bear it and hesitated. He suddenly turned his head and gave me a faint smile with a trace of sweat on his face and said: "Come on, it's okay." My heart was crossed and my feet were hard. I stepped on him. I knew he would be in pain, and his nose and The tears were sour, and I couldn't help but shed a tear down my face. At this time, someone from above yelled: "Quick! Quick! Quick!" I stretched out my hand and was pulled up by him. When I turned around, I could vaguely see his painful face.

"Those students who are helping people below and above, please come out." A group of people stepped out across the queue. But these are not the only people I see. Some people have become unsung heroes. Even if they don’t come out, we all know about them. Thinking about it again, the blood on my good friend's hand was not hers, it must have been shed by those people. Tears fell again. I was moved so much today.

A few hours later, we returned to campus and it felt so good to see our classmates. After going to Huanciling, I learned a lot, which helped me grow from a confused child to a teenager, and engraved two words in my heart - unity.

When I got home, I saw my mother running up to me with a friendly smile and asking me: "How about going there? Are you tired? Did you have fun?" After listening, my eyes were red. , thinking that my mother always nags me, but it turns out that she is good to me, and my mother loves me.

That day, I was touched a lot. I want to keep them in my heart and remember them forever, because they are a treasure to me.

A day that touches me, I will remember you. A Day That Touched Me Composition 8

Touching is the spark produced when the soul collides with the soul, and the ripples that appear when the heart is rippled by the breeze.

Last summer, I went to a nursing home with my mother to express condolences to the elderly. As soon as I got off the car, I heard a commotion in the yard. I stepped forward and took a look, and it turned out to be a group of fourth-grade classmates. Some of them beat the old man's back, some told him jokes, and some fed him food. There was a kind of warmth and sweetness in the air, and my heart suddenly felt warm. I came to an old lady who was in a daze, leaned in her ear and asked softly: "Grandma, are you thirsty?" The old man turned his head and looked at me blankly, then turned his head and shook it gently. A piece of shiny things piled up in the corner of grandma's eyes. I knew she was probably thinking about her lovely grandson and her ruthless children!

I secretly said to myself: "Come on, we must make the old man happy." I walked up to the old man, squatted down, and said to her softly: "Grandma, I will tell you a joke. Let’s go!” So, I talked and talked, but grandma still lowered her head and kept a straight face, like an angry child. I started singing again, whatever pop songs or English songs I knew, I sang them all, but grandma still didn’t laugh. I took out a few more clothes I bought for the old man and showed them one by one. The old man was finally moved by my persistence. She raised her thin head, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said softly: "Thank you, kid." .

"That rare smile was so kind, and a warm current surged in my heart.

After a while, several classmates arranged a few more programs to please the elderly. Watching the lively performances of the students in the center of the yard, and the old people clapping their hands with laughter, I felt unprecedentedly satisfied. The old people entered the nursing home due to various misfortunes, and their white hair bore witness to their success. The vicissitudes of life, their wrinkles bear witness to their love for their children. I think it is our honor to stand here and work for the elderly. It is a kind of respect for the elderly on behalf of all the children in the world. This is a kind of quality. This is a virtue.

Before leaving, the old people waved their hands so reluctantly, and my heart began to squirm again. I really hope that I can come here every day to relieve the boredom of the old people. People who are equally caring are happy and moved together.

It was a day that moved me. Composition 9

“Beep, beep, beep. ..." The ringtone of the mobile phone in front of the bed rang again. As I recalled the melodious singing, I suddenly remembered a day that moved me.

At that time, I was in fifth grade. One day, I was imprisoned because of The squad leader on duty wrote down the name and stayed to write the instructions. I felt aggrieved, but had no choice but to pour my resentment into the tip of the pen and write eloquently. At that time, everything was silent, except for the sound of the friction between the paper and the pen tip. My heart was bleeding. I really didn't think about the consequences, I just vented my emotions, and then handed over the "instruction manual". It was only after I finished writing that I remembered that if the teacher blamed me, What should I do? But there is no regret medicine in the world, so I had to pick up my schoolbag and rush out.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, my father's cell phone rang, and after a period of silence, my father spoke. He spoke: "Nong Nong, take a look. ""Um. "I nodded and took the phone. After reading the text message, tears already filled my eyes. I still remember the content of the text message: Dad Dai Nong, has Dai Nong gone to bed? What happened today? It's all my fault. I blamed her wrongly. After reading the instructions she wrote, I couldn't sleep anymore. I hope she can forgive me and forgive me for my fault.

Just for a moment, I couldn't help but shed tears. What could I hate about such a responsible teacher? I closed my eyes and tried not to let the tears fall...

The next day, the teacher gave me a very long letter, full of her sincerity and apology. I accepted it, but never opened it, just because I was afraid that I would be moved again.

"Beep, beep, beep..." My wandering thoughts were once again brought back by the ringtone of my mobile phone. Although I have become a middle school student and left my alma mater, I will never forget the teacher and the teacher. The day she gave me that moved me! A day that moved me essay 10

Living alone, studying alone, celebrating birthdays alone...

My parents are in a foreign country, and they have never helped me celebrate my birthday, not even saying happy birthday. Today is my birthday, so I should spend it alone at night as usual! When I bought a small cake and opened the door, all the lights in the house suddenly turned on. I was shocked! The teacher and classmates came to me singing happy birthday!

"This is what we give to you!" Surprise, are you happy? The teacher knows that your parents work out of town and no one has ever celebrated your birthday. Today the teacher and some classmates are here to celebrate your birthday with you. ""Happy birthday! "The classmates also shouted in unison, and my tears couldn't help but fall down at this moment.

"Ring ring..." The phone rang. "Hello, who are you? "I am XX. Due to some reasons, I can't celebrate your birthday with you. I can only send you my sincere blessings on the phone...".

"Ring-ring..." The calls came one after another. , my classmates’ blessings kept flowing, and my tears kept flowing.

“Don’t cry, you will be more moved later, just wait to receive the ‘gift’ we give you! "A classmate said, and then I was pulled to the door of my mother's room. Before I had time to think about it, the door opened. My parents came out holding cakes. I was so excited that I cried.

"My parents are sorry for not spending your birthday with you. This time, your teacher called us to tell us..."

My classmates, thank you for spending your birthday with me. .

Teacher, thank you, junior high school, for helping me tell my parents and let them come back to celebrate my birthday.

Mom and Dad, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come back and celebrate my birthday with me.

On my birthday, my classmates came, my teachers came, my parents came, everyone came. At this moment, the ice in my heart melted again, turning into tears of emotion.