Moving composition

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. The following is a collection of touching essays that I have collected for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Essay on Touching 1

I was reading a book recently, and one of the stories particularly touched me.

The story is this: There is an American boy named Carl. Unfortunately, he has a tumor behind his two eyes. As the condition worsens, the two tumors become larger and larger. If not treated in time, the two tumors will squeeze out several blood vessels in the middle. Will die from sudden cerebral hemorrhage. After several months of chemotherapy, his life was no longer in danger, but he had lost all his golden hair. He didn't dare to go to school because he was afraid that his classmates would laugh at him. He didn't even dare to step out of the door. If he wanted to go out, even in summer, he had to wear a hat. One day, he finally took to the streets. It was summer and the sun was blazing. He couldn't bear the summer heat. He took off his hat and fanned himself, then quickly put it back on. This scene happened to be seen by his good friend Ryan, who did not laugh at Karl. The classmate told his mother about this incident, and Ryan finally decided to cut off his hair too. After his hair was done, he went to play with Carl. After Carl saw that he was also bald, he no longer felt inferior. He went to school. Then, a group of two, five, and seven bald boys appeared in the school.

A little boy can be friends with a child without hair, and actually give up his hair for friendship. This is very worth learning. On the contrary, we often give up friendship for our own selfishness. We must learn their kind of friendship. Essay about touching 2

There are many things stored in my memory. Some of them moved me, some made me happy, some made me sad, and some made me unforgettable, which left the deepest impression. That's one thing that moved me.

One night, I went to Jiahengmao with my parents, brother and I. When we entered the square, we saw an uncle about forty years old with a little brother who was three or four years old and a seventy-eight-year-old boy. Year-old girls sing in the square. The girl holds a microphone in her hand and there is a stereo next to her. The girl sings and dances at the same time. When she is really tired, her father sings. It is really pitiful. I came forward and learned that it turned out that this uncle and his siblings' mother had divorced, and the court awarded the two children to their father. His father's company went bankrupt, and he was in debt. He could only make ends meet by singing on the street. Driven by curiosity, I asked my father, why didn’t the court award the two children to the father and mother respectively? My father told me that because my father’s family was relatively wealthy at the time, everything was awarded to him while he was still there. People passing by said that the lives of these two children were really hard, and everyone extended a helping hand. The father of the children quickly put down the phone, took the money and said thank you repeatedly. The little girl quickly took the microphone and continued singing. Her singing voice was so beautiful, so sad and sweet, and she was also asking for our help.

I was so moved by this scene that I gave them all the money I had. Later, when I walked into Jiahengmao to play, I couldn't calm down for a long time. I thought that I should learn like that little girl. Although she is younger than me, her spirit is a role model for me to learn from! Essay about touching 3

Once, I was doing my homework, and suddenly I heard a loud shout: "Where is your math book?" I pretended not to hear it. I heard another shout: "Go to school and get the math book." "Oh." I responded and left. When I got to school, I rushed to the classroom, "Hey, why isn't the door open?" I thought for a moment, "Yes, go to Wenli." I came to the door of Wenli's house and knocked on the door. Wen Li came out. I explained my purpose and said, "Can you get the math book for me?" Wen Li said, "Okay, but you have to wait for me. I left the key at the government. I'll get it." After that, He left. I waited for hours but there was no sign of Wenli. I wanted to leave, but I had to say in my heart: "Wait a while!" I listened to my heart and waited for a while. I waited for a while and was about to leave when I suddenly heard a loud shout: "Go and get the book!" As soon as Wen Li finished speaking, I went to the classroom with him and took away my math book. Wen Li, you are so kind.

You are my buddy!

Wen Li, although you have left, our friendship will last forever! Essay on Touching 4

On the black afternoon of May 12, 2008, a very tragic earthquake occurred, and some very touching things also happened.

When the rescuers collectively moved away the heavy, dusty prefabricated board, everyone present was shocked. When the rescuers walked up, the mother had stopped breathing, but still had a happy smile. A mother, no, I should say a great mother, hugged a child tightly with both hands, and used her body to block many stones, steel bars and a piece of stone for the child.

Heavy precast panels. When the rescuers lifted her body, a mobile phone suddenly fell down. The rescuers opened it and found a text message on the phone, which read: "My child, although I will leave you, but I hope You must survive, you must live under the free, blue sky - your mother."

This touching incident was reported on TV. When I heard this sentence. When he did, his eye circles instantly turned red. How touching this is! This is a mother's instructions to her son at the last moment of her life.

My heartstrings were touched at that moment. To this great mother, I wish you a good journey! Essay about touching 5

In our world, there are many touching things, but some people always 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 touching is actually everywhere. When we are tired from studying, our parents peel an apple for us, which is very touching; when we are thirsty, our friends help us get a glass of water, which is very touching; when we are depressed, we are touched by a word of comfort; when we are happy, we have friends to share it with us. Happiness is touching. In ordinary days, receiving a small blessing, even just a petal or a leaf, is touching. People are touched by how many ordinary things happen every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their ordinaryness that we turn a blind eye.

In my eyes, Teacher Xu has the majesty of a mother, but she is so approachable. She infected me and moved me with her actions. Although she has just joined the workforce, she is always busy on campus: cleaning under the table, standing on a high stool to repair lights... She plays different roles: a living worker and an operator. Whenever there is a need, she will be there, always doing her homework silently, without any complaints. Looking back now, these things seem to be trivial and commonplace, but it is precisely with Teacher Xu’s silent help and contribution that we have gained convenience in learning.

This is the person who moved me. At the same time, I feel that those who are kind-hearted, willing to help others, respect the elderly and care for the young, and never lose money are very touching people. There are many people around us! Essay about touching 6

Meng Xiangbin is a soldier. In 20xx, I returned from my studies and reunited with my wife and daughter in Jinhua.

The whole family went to the mall and bought clothes for Meng Xiangbin. Meng Xiangbin wore the clothes to Tongji Bridge. A woman jumped into the river angrily after receiving a phone call. People around her gathered around, but no one came to save the young woman who jumped into the river. Meng Xiangbin immediately put down his daughter, squeezed through the crowd, took off the clothes and shoes he was wearing for the first time, ignored the persuasion of the people next to him, and jumped into the Wujiang River at only 4 degrees Celsius! Regardless of the cold, Meng Xiangbin swam to the woman's side, struggled to lift her up, and sank himself

The towering Beishan Mountain silently watched his bravery; the roaring Wujiang River flowed with his heroic spirit; the hunting flag was flying. He wrote the heroic legend of the new era with his 28-year-old body!

It’s the same life, and we also have relatives. Don’t ask whether it’s worth it or not. The value of life never needs to be exchanged. You fell asleep in the cold river water and gave us a warm revelation.

Life, if it is connected with the lofty responsibilities of the times, will feel that it will last forever!

Meng Xiangbin, we miss you! Have a great trip! Essay about moving 7

It was an early summer evening, the sky was cloudy and very hot. I just walked out of the Children's Palace but I was very anxious. I didn't bring an umbrella. My parents had to work overtime today and my grandma's house was far away. Who would give me an umbrella?

I had no choice but to wait uneasily in front of the Children's Palace, waiting for a miracle to appear.

Do we really have to wait until the rain stops? I wanted to rush home before it rained, but not long after I left, it started to rain. I had to wait under the eaves for the rain to stop. The sky was getting darker and darker, and there were still bursts of wind and rain hitting me. I felt very cold on my body, and I thought to myself: The rain should stop quickly so that I can go home, but God just teased me. This downpour was like broken beads, and it kept falling. I was like an ant on a hot pot--when I was so anxious, suddenly, a familiar figure came into my eyes. I called her name and she noticed me. I asked her if she could lend me an umbrella. I was afraid that she wouldn't lend it to me because we were the best friends and I broke it a few days ago. She lost her most precious photo album, and no matter how much I apologized, she refused to forgive me. In this way, our relationship has remained deadlocked until now. One sentence broke my meditation. She was standing in front of me, handed me an umbrella, and said: "Here." I was very touched and said to her: "I destroyed your photo album, but you gave me an umbrella when I needed it most. I was so touched! Let's continue to be good friends, right?" "She nodded and went home.

I hold the heavy umbrella tightly and feel that everything in this world is beautiful... Essay on Touching 8

I have an unconvinced temper and an unconvinced character. ...But this is the first time I shed tears of regret.

At that time, the County Patriotic Health Association requested a hygiene inspection. After the inspection, the head teacher cried loudly behind our backs in the corridor alone before our first class. In the Chinese language class in the third period, the teacher strode towards us, and the first sentence was straight to the point: "This time our class won the last place in the health evaluation." As he said this, the teacher couldn't help his emotions and took off his clothes. Glasses cried. Although the cry was not loud, our whole class heard it. I was particularly moved by what the teacher said about her class.

One day, a thief came to the school and came straight to the teacher and his class with a steel knife in his hand. The boys were in the front and the girls were in the back. They worked together to beat the thief. Later, their class teacher used the class fee to buy more than a dozen steel knives... When I listened to the teacher's story about the class, I burst into tears.

Yes, the key to why we made mistakes in the health evaluation this time is that we did not think in one place and did not exert our efforts in one place, so this result occurred. Everyone has different tears, maybe they were moved, maybe they felt it themselves... Let us be more united and friendly, and make the world a better place! Composition 9 about being moved

When I am moved, I feel a stream of clear spring, which removes the dust in my heart; when I am moved, I am a ray of sunshine that shines into my closed heart; when I am moved, I am a fragrant little flower that drives away the dust in my heart. Stains.

It was a Friday in February, and I was carrying my schoolbag home. On the way home, I saw a wintersweet tree. Look, there are many wintersweets blooming in varying degrees. Some have just unfolded their petals, some are still buds, and some have fully bloomed petals, revealing bright yellow stamens. I couldn't help walking to the tree, gently tiptoeing, and smelled the blooming wintersweet. It smelled so good! I couldn't help but pick off a small section. What a strong wintersweet! In such a cold early spring, when all the flowers are "hibernating", you are the only one blooming.

When I got home, I couldn’t wait to soak the small section of wintersweet I picked in the water, and then went to do other things.

A few days later, I accidentally saw that section of wintersweet, my God! All the buds are in bloom. I soaked it in water, just to delay it from withering for a day, but unexpectedly it bloomed! Wintersweet, I really admire you, your strong vitality shocked me!

Touch is the warm sunshine that illuminates our souls; to be touched is a clear spring that purifies our souls; to be touched is the warm hands that help us move forward powerfully. Essay on Touching 10

In the drizzle of rain, I loosened my schoolbag, held the only two yuan in my hand, rushed out of the school gate, and came to the bus.

There are all kinds of people on the bus: there are people eating melon seeds, people taking off their shoes, people occupying two seats, and a couple talking loudly... I can't help but watch. After looking at the car, I had no choice but to stand. Suddenly, an aunt's wallet fell out. Before I could reach out to pick it up, an uncle rushed up. The uncle handed the wallet to the aunt, "Thank you, eh? Why are you holding on to it... let go," the aunt shouted.

"I picked up your wallet for you, shouldn't you take something to thank me?" The aunt took out ten yuan from the bag and handed it to the uncle.

The uncle did not reach out to take it, but just smiled and said: "Do you think I am a beggar, and you give me so little?" "What do you mean? Robbery?" Auntie shouted angrily. At this moment, I silently cursed in my heart: "Insatiable greed!" No one in the car said a word, and they were all afraid to avoid it. The aunt took out a twenty card from her bag and gave it to her uncle. The uncle quickly received it and said, "That's right." After getting off the car, the uncle pulled an old man behind the car and said, "That woman just stole it. You have twenty yuan, so I came up with this idea. Here is the money, give it to you."

The old man looked in his pocket and found that he had lost twenty yuan. Turning around, I was moved by a wave of justice. Essay on Touching 11

Perhaps everyone knows the story that touched me. It is the story of the most beautiful mother Wu Juping.

That day, Aunt Wu Juping came back from outside. When she walked downstairs, she suddenly found that her neighbor's two-year-old girl Niuniu was about to fall from upstairs. She dropped her things and went to catch the little girl. Although Niu Niu was very light, the impact of falling from a high place still broke her arm into fractures. Fortunately, Niuniu is fine. Afterwards, she said two words that impressed me deeply. One was: "I gave birth to a baby not long ago and had a confinement period. This time I will just have another baby and do it again." Another sentence made me think. I saw it on a public service announcement: "I am a mother, and it is my instinct to save her." The first sentence was meant to comfort herself, but it actually showed that she also regarded Niuniu as her own child. Who wouldn’t save their child if he saw it in danger? "When I am old, I am like the old of others; when I am young, I am like the young of others." That's the truth. The second sentence shows that Aunt Wu Juping really wants to save her, rather than seeking praise and praise from others. It also reveals that everyone has a kind heart, but some people are discovered and some are not.

We must also learn from Aunt Wu Juping. If you treat other elderly people like your grandparents, you can achieve "I am old and the old of others"; if you treat your younger brother like a younger brother Treat other children like your sister, and you will be able to "take care of my children and treat others as children." Let us practice these two sentences with actions! Composition 12 about touching

After the summer vacation, I went to Teacher Si’s house to study composition. In the past month, my composition has also improved. I studied with Tong Qi, Ma Kedi and other classmates, and got along very happily with each other.

The first study class is coming to an end. Today, Tong Qi, Ma Kedi and I are writing a composition. Teacher Si said: "There are too many people in the middle school class, so I decided not to hold a primary school class."

We were shocked when we heard this, and thought: Our composition has just made some progress, if we stop now , doesn’t that mean giving up halfway? We want to continue reading!

I quietly discussed it with Ma Kedi and Tong Qi, and decided to form a united front to persuade the teacher. I was the marshal, Tong Qi was the military advisor, and Ma Kedi was the soldier. We took turns expressing our desire to continue learning to the teacher, and we also helped the teacher arrange the teaching schedule.

The teacher refused to agree at first, but we never gave up and tried hard to persuade him. Finally, he said: "If the middle school class is really full, let's study in the evening!"

The teacher said: "You love learning so much, I am really touched by you. Okay, I decided to make the small class Keep going!"

We all laughed happily. Essay about touching 13

In the colorful life, there are many touching things. The touching thing I want to write about is a true story about the Sichuan earthquake.

Late at night, the rescuers who were searching nervously in Sichuan suddenly heard the cry of a child. The rescuers immediately looked for the child everywhere. "Found it! Found it! They are all alive!" a rescuer shouted happily. They found a mother, her body bent, her belly hanging down on the ground, and a child lying on the ground. The child was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping soundly. But...this poor child's mother is dead. But it is not easy to save this child! The rescuers were afraid that the stones would hit the children, so they had to use their hands to move the solid stones away. However, the earth drill could not drill down because the ground was far away from the ruins, about several meters.

well! There is still no way! The rescuers racked their brains and finally came up with a way to use a long iron rod to drive into the rubble and then use the iron rod to move it out. When the rescuers came out, the child was already crying! It's loud. When the medical staff was cleaning the child's wound, a mobile phone suddenly fell out from the blanket, with a sentence on it: "My child, if you are still alive, you need to know that your mother loves you!" This sentence made many people happy. Many people cried. Essay on Touching 14

Once, I went to a pipa class, and on the way home I saw a touching thing.

This is what happened: I got on the No. 70 bus and saw that it was very empty, so I found a seat and sat down. At the next stop, many people came up, including a child carrying a schoolbag. After she got on the bus, she found a seat far away from the door and sat down. At this time, another person came up wearing a bracelet and beautiful clothes. My aunt, that aunt had a lot of things in her hands, big and small bags. But the seats were all full, so the child quickly stood up and let her aunt sit in her seat, while she stood beside her. After one stop after another, people were getting on and off the bus, and finally there was another empty seat, and the child just sat down. At this time, another uncle came up. The uncle was wearing sunglasses and could not move very easily. He seemed to be a blind man. The child stood up again and gave up his seat to this uncle. The car continued to drive to the terminal, and the child stood in the crowded carriage until he reached the terminal.

After getting off the bus, I felt very ashamed. Compared with that child, I was really ashamed. Although I have also had the experience of giving up my seat, compared with her today, I really feel that what I did is not good enough. I should learn more from her. Although several days have passed since the incident, I am deeply moved every time I think of it. Essay on Touching 15

On Saturday night, the sky was overcast, with drizzle from time to time. Several barn swallows were playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a large truck roared past. My heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I know something bad happened.

A few minutes later, I slowly opened my eyes: there was a swallow lying on the ground, which had been hit by a large truck. A pool of blood on the ground was slowly washed down the hillside by the drizzle. He blinked hard, looked at the sky, and screamed in pain several times. He flapped his wings and tried to fly to the blue sky, but he had no strength. I just stood there and looked at the swallows on the ground. Suddenly a smaller swallow (probably a partner of domestic swallows) came and stopped in front of the dead domestic swallow to peck at it, as if to say, "Why are you lying on the road? How dangerous!" Yan Jia did not answer. It pushes the swallow to fly into the blue sky.

The rain fell harder and harder, and the little swallow spread its tender wings to protect the dead domestic swallow from the wind and rain. Although it cannot support heavy raindrops, it is still strong enough to spread its wings and preen the feathers of a domestic swallow with its beak. Finally, it seemed to understand that the swallow was dead, but it did not lose heart. He frantically grabbed the swallow's feet and flew upwards with all his strength, but he was very tired and smaller than the swallow, so he couldn't pull it up at all.

The swallow was desperate. It walked slowly into the distance, looking back from time to time, reluctantly watching the dead swallow disappear in the rain.

A wet thing entered my mouth. I knew it was not rain, but my tears.