Touching your story, more than 500 words.

1. One of the most touching stories, about 500 words.

White hyacinthus orientalis.

It was snowing at night, and my friend invited me to the hot pot city, saying that I was preoccupied and wanted to borrow a hot pot to rinse. In order to refuse to be a mother, she and her husband have become fire extinguishers. Let me arrange my daughter to go to the appointment as soon as possible.

At the beginning, she also strongly advised me that it was too risky to be a mother. If it's okay to have a child prodigy, you'll earn face as a mother. Being a dull fool all his life, even losing his own happiness is a great loss. At that time, I laughed at her as a personal trafficker, but now I think what she said is a good word.

The front of the kindergarten is bustling, and I hold my daughter's hand. The teacher hesitated, as if she had something to say. After a while, she sighed slightly: "This child is like a mimosa. His music class is closed like a nut, and his dance class is always half a beat slower than others. Even when playing games, he looks around in the corner alone.

I seem to have caught a cold. I feel cold all over and have a splitting headache. My daughter hid her face in my coat and rubbed it back and forth uneasily, which made me more and more upset. My daughter was told that she was dying at birth. Among these lively and lovely babies, she is not only short in stature, but also very dull in character.

After careful consideration, the teacher said something that made me more and more embarrassed: my daughter can't control her appetite these days, and she often has a stomachache and asks to eat more. A parent passed by, and he looked back at her curiously with a Gherardini expression on his face. I forced a smile in front of the teacher, but my temper was so bad that I wanted to find someone to fight.

I came home dizzy and soft as mud in bed. My daughter pushed the door open and Aidi asked me to teach her how to do it. I tried to control my anger and closed my eyes and ignored her. But in a short time, I was just sleepy when the door creaked and her head shrank at the door. I finally broke out and pointed at her angrily and shouted, get out, I don't want to do it anymore.

The daughter cowered in the corner in horror. After a while, she trembled and asked, "Mom, if a person kills her own hand, will she die?" "I flustered and frustratedly take out her hand behind her back, my head immediately buzzing, so much blood, such a deep wound! Even naughty almost killed himself. God, what a good child you gave me!

We stumbled to the hospital. When it began to snow, my daughter didn't cry or let me hug her. The doctor followed her quietly. It seems that she also knows that she has made a big mistake.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that the wound was too deep to prevent infection, and infusion was needed after suture, which might leave a permanent scar. The kind doctor blamed my negligence, and my daughter listened silently, burying her thin face deeply between her knees and refusing to lift it for a long time.

After the drip, my daughter fell asleep, only to remember that my best friend had only made an appointment once, and hurriedly called back to explain the reason. She said flatly, "It seems that it is right not to have children. It's too difficult. "

A word touched all my dark wounds, and my tears burst. In recent years, my husband is far away from home, and I am running around in a small and cumbersome workshop alone. Great pressure almost crushed me to dust, and wrinkles covered my face from the bottom of my heart like a tight encirclement. Where is the fragrance? At first, I thought that children were the best gift from heaven, but now I know how many people can't afford this gift.

Holding the phone, I can't help telling my friends my grievances and troubles. In the afternoon, when I talked about my parents' curious expressions, I burst into tears. My friend repeatedly advised me not to let my children hear these words.

I looked back at my daughter. She slept in, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies with wet wings.

It was very late when I got home. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the phone ring, and my daughter quietly went to the bedroom. My daughter's teacher said that she had been calling me all night, and if I couldn't get through, she would feel guilty and couldn't sleep.

It turned out that the parents who heard our conversation went to see her. He said that his children and my daughter are best friends. The child told his father that a good friend who eats so much is not stupid or greedy because her mother works very hard. When you are full, you won't get sick, grow taller and be smart. Cook for your mother and help her mop the floor, so your mother won't be bothered anymore.

When she spoke, the teacher suddenly choked up. She whispered, "Your child also said that mom likes apples best, so she must learn to peel them.

Put down the phone, I suddenly saw a dried apple in the fruit bowl on the coffee table, with faint blood on it and a sharp fruit knife next to it!

My heart twitched, and Shi Huo suddenly realized that the first time she came in, she wanted me to teach her how to peel apples, but I ignored her. She was badly hurt. She just tried to peel an apple for me!

I went to her room. She actually put on a princess dress that she only wears in summer, and stood on the red carpet silently, like a snowman, as if the sun would melt as soon as it came out. When she saw me, her eyes flashed with deep apologies. Suddenly, my nose turned sour. She murmured, "Mom, don't cry. I'll dance for you. I just learned." .

I found something strange about the socks on her right foot. She said there was a hole in her sock. Yesterday, when she took off her shoes and went into the dance studio, some children laughed at her big toe, so she sewed it with a needle and thread, but it turned into a small bag after sewing.

I squatted down, touched my acne, and scratched my heart with my hand. Her feet have been worn all day, but I don't know. She is only four and a half years old, and she is afraid of her mother's annoyance. She has racked her brains to fill a hole, but her mother thinks she is stupid!

She sang softly, swinging her arms slowly, and her closed hands were like a shy closed bud. Under the light, Bud opened timidly, the wind came, the rain came, and her black eyes with a single eyelid kept looking at me. She raised her left hand over her head, still wrapped in a thick bandage. The petals spread out bit by bit. My daughter, like a wounded little soldier, finally turned herself into hyacinthus orientalis whiter than snow on this snowy night.

Hyacinthus orientalis whispered, Mom, the children laughed at me for driving too slowly, and some people said it was * * *. My heart was shocked and my heart shrank like a scald.

She paused and said quietly, "The dance teacher told everyone that I am not * * *, I am a white hyacinthus orientalis, very quiet and shy, and I drive slower than the purple, blue and red hyacinthus orientalis, but it will be the most beautiful after the meeting!" ! !

2. 500 words for touching story composition

"Time is passing, and I know that my life is flowing at that moment." As time goes by, we become more and more mature and smarter. Everything in life is a process of our growth. To taste what we have lost and what we are losing is to taste our life. The story that happened around us is the story of growing up in our life, and our life is full of sunshine for improvement.

The story of growing up is like the stars all over the sky, some of which flow far away like the Yellow River water, but the other part is deeply imprinted in my mind.

Open the door of memory and recall that event. /kloc-an autumn when I was 0/3 years old. One day, I got up early because today is my birthday! After breakfast, I went to school. On the way to school, someone who knows me saw it and asked, "Why are you so happy today? Have you ever eaten pistachios? " I replied: "No, it's just that the weather is good today and I am naturally in a good mood!" " "When I got to school, I happily finished my morning reading. When class was over, all the students came to me and said, "Happy birthday!" " "How happy I am! They even gave me a gift! One day passed in my happy mood. When I got home, I accidentally saw a cake on the table. Before I could ask, grandma said, "Look, your father bought you a birthday cake specially." So excited! Dad even prepared a cake for me. In the evening, my family got together and held a birthday party for me. The cake with candles was placed on the table, and the faint candlelight made me see the wisps of silver on my parents' heads. My parents are old, and how much effort they have made for me. I used to be headstrong, but now I finally understand my parents' love. From now on, I will never make my parents angry. "Tingting, it's time to make a wish." My mother's words brought me back to reality. I made a wish with tears in my eyes. I won't tell you this wish for the time being. Keep a secret! After that, I blew out the candles and began to cut the cake. How time flies! The clock has pointed to 10. We must clear the table. After clearing the table, I went to bed reluctantly. Everything goes wrong in life, and the auspicious words of "all the best" and "smooth sailing" cannot be realized, but people's symbols of a better life. Life is not smooth sailing, and people who can't stand the test can't reach the end of success.

With the growth of age and height, troubles come unexpectedly. They banded together to disrupt our lives.

We are middle school students now, the subjects are increasing with the need of knowledge, and the homework is busy coming to join in the fun. The homework we need to do is like an invisible mountain, especially when the exam comes, we all work hard for fear of being left behind by others. The next day, I went to school with black eyes. The whole class will become a rare animal museum, and all my classmates will become national treasures. Alas, when can the homework be reduced? I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it

Life is full of sunshine, full of flavor like a five-flavor bottle, and full of hardships and tempering. Let's go forward with colorful life stories and finish the journey of life.

3. Touching stories and sentences (about 500 words)

Once the most embarrassing mother in the world, her heart was the softest. She let us know that the most precious thing in the world is her heart as bitter as a lotus seed, which is the mother's heart.

I often see that old woman.

She is old, ugly and dirty. She was picking up junk in front of and behind our building with a broken bag. She always rushes at anyone who throws something, regardless of dust, dirt and smell. I hate her because the garbage collector seems so desperate. When several people get together, she always grabs.

The other two old scavengers said, leave her alone, she gave birth to a crazy girl!

She has a crazy daughter? The old man told me that, yes, the crazy girl who danced with a wild flower and was always topless in the street was her daughter.

God, what a pity! I often see that crazy girl. She is untidy, singing and dancing, and sometimes she takes off her clothes, revealing a dirty * * *. Men will hiss, and kind women will button her. Sometimes I think, who has such a daughter and is not worried about death?

Later, when I heard what happened to the old woman, I was so sad that I almost cried-many years ago, she was also young and beautiful, married a man and gave birth to this crazy girl. When he found out that his daughter was ill, the man offered to send the crazy girl away, but she refused. The man said, if you don't give it away, I will divorce you. I can't live with such people.

She chose a divorce for her daughter. After the divorce, all the money she earned was used to treat her daughter, but her illness was not cured, so she became the most embarrassing mother in the world. Men often bully her daughter in the street. When someone tells her, she will run like crazy, then cry and scold. She has no culture and her words are extremely ugly, but she speaks softly to her daughter. She said, come, go home with mom.

In order to support her daughter, she did everything, doing odd jobs, repairing shoes and collecting junk, selling shoes and socks, and was chased around by the urban management again and again.

Commit iniquity, commit iniquity, I will be free when you die, she often says to her crazy daughter. Others said, then beat her away and don't let her go home! She said, how is that possible? She is a piece of meat that fell from me.

No one knows what will happen to the mother and daughter in the future. Her daughter is still so crazy, singing, jumping and taking off. Many people spit at her, and the children shouted at her, crazy girl, crazy girl. At that time, if her mother had been there, I would have seen her drive the child away, then squatted on the ground and looked helplessly at the distance. That is a very sad expression, the most embarrassing expression I have ever seen in the world, but I can't say how wronged and ashamed I am.

Many days later, I couldn't see the crazy girl in the street. When I was cooking, I told my mother, why can't I see that crazy girl? Mom said that the car was run over the other day and ran away.

My shovel fell into the pot, but it took me a long time. I remember that I haven't seen that old, ugly and dirty woman for a long time. What will happen to her?

I asked a lot of people, and they all said that I haven't seen her picking up junk for a long time, so I'm relieved and don't have to worry about that crazy girl anymore.

I don't think things are as simple as they say. Two months later, I heard worse news. The old woman died.

She died in her own house, with rags everywhere and some odds and ends that her crazy daughter loved to play with. I suddenly burst into tears. Did she die because she missed her daughter, or did she feel at ease on the road because she no longer had a burden?

Anyway, their mother and daughter died less than two months ago. This is the most touching story I have ever heard about my mother. When burying the old woman, the most valuable thing is a few beds of cotton. This woman dedicated her life to her crazy daughter. She said it was her life, but she refused to accept it. She has always wanted to give her daughter a good future, hoping that after her death, her daughter can live.

When her daughter died, her hopes were dashed, so she collapsed so quickly. Once a daughter was her courage and hope to live, but no matter how crazy she was, she was still a daughter.

My mother used to be the most embarrassing person in the world, but she was the softest inside. She touched my numb nerves and made my eyes shed bitter things. She let me know that the most precious thing in the world is her heart as bitter as a lotus seed, which is my mother's heart.

4. Write a composition that moves you, either what you saw or what you experienced. More than 500 words for reference only. O(∩_∩)O Thank you.

touch control

The soft spring breeze brushed my face, dispersed my black hair and brought every unforgettable moment in my life, that touching moment. ...

In the five-year primary school life, every day and everything makes people laugh or cry or get angry or touch people's hearts. ...

"Autumn outing, autumn outing! La la la la, our little hands are holding hands ... "The students' cheerful songs echoed in their ears. Yes, the autumn outing is coming. Who is not excited? I walked at a brisk pace, holding my classmates' hands and singing on the bus.

"Go, go!" Several fast boys and girls rushed to grab the parking space, and I frowned and thought, ah! Why are there so few seats? Everyone has something to do. You know, I get carsick, and there are many people behind me. The car must be repackaged. What should I do? Before I could figure out a solution, the people behind me poured in, and the narrow carriage was particularly crowded. The car started, and it seemed to be submerged by the crowd, driving slowly. I was squeezed in a small corner, and the smell inside the car was unpleasant. When I suddenly braked, I turned upside down. Suddenly, there was only a loud noise of "Oh-",and a strange smell suddenly spread. Someone spit! ! Then, everyone wanted to be infected and vomited. My stomach is boiling like the sea, but I dare not vomit. How uncomfortable!

Just when I couldn't support it, a sweet voice said to me, "Sister, are you hard?" My seat is for you. "I looked up and a little girl wearing a green scarf was looking at me. She seems to be unstable, holding the railing beside her with her hand. She leaned over carefully and stood up to let me sit down. I am grateful to that girl, but I found her shuttling through the crowd. Out of curiosity, I fixed my eyes on the girl and found that she was persuading those students who were not carsick to give up their seats. I was shocked. She and I don't sit in comfortable chairs, but I also advise my classmates to give their seats to sick people. Its thin body moves in the stagger crowd, and from time to time someone throws a grateful look at her. ...

My eyes are moist, and the scene in front of me becomes blurred, but the girl's appearance is clearly reflected in my mind. I know my heart was touched by her.

One thing that moved me was that I wrote 600 words.

As the saying goes, "if you are poor, you will change." Adults always give their love to their children without regrets. In my memory, my grandfather was like that. In fact, as long as I can remember, my grandparents have always raised me. Because my parents are busy at work, I have been living with my grandparents. From my kindergarten to primary school, my grandparents come to pick me up every day, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, they never stop. They love me very much in their lives. My grandfather is over 60 years old. Although he still looks tough, the white hair on his temples can't hide the traces left on him by years.

There are many things that moved me in my memory. An incident that happened not long ago deepened my inner gratitude to them. ...

I remember that it was Monday, and grandpa got ready downstairs early to send me to school. It was raining in Mao Mao that day, and he put me behind the electric car, which was well protected. As usual, he kept telling me to study hard all the way, and the electric car was as usual, and generate made a unique sound. Halfway through school, I don't know what happened. The electric car suddenly went on strike. Grandpa is in a hurry. He said he was going to be late, but at the same time he riveted his feet and began to step on the gas pedal desperately. As we all know, when the electric car is dead, it takes several times of effort to ride a bicycle. In this way, as time went by, grandpa kept pedaling, and the time for class was getting closer and closer, and grandpa rode more and more times. Grandpa urged me to hurry up. Just as I was about to go upstairs, I looked back at my grandfather. I can't tell whether the water drops on his face are rain or sweat. At that moment, I felt that the five-flavor bottle in my heart was knocked over, and an unspeakable sadness came to my mind. Grandpa outside the school gate looked tired and his eyes were wet. He secretly said to him, "Grandpa, you have worked hard, and I will definitely get good grades to repay your love for me."

There are so many things that move me. They enriched me when I was growing up, and I will never forget them. ...

5. Composition about "This story touched me" (about 500 words)

Last year, I went to the home of a distant relative. The elders of this family are an old couple. Unfortunately, this person I should call "my aunt" suffers from Alzheimer's disease, and almost no one knows her husband or daughter, let alone me.

That day, we were eating jiaozi around a table, and her confusion came up. She called me "uncle" and "aunt". One minute she wanted rice, and the other she wanted noodles. When she was a little unhappy, she grabbed something and fell to the ground. Seeing her poor performance, my aunt got up with a straight face and said, "If you mess around again, I will ignore you." Strange to say, my aunt is as obedient as a child at once. Just then, the phone rang and someone was anxious to ask my aunt out. Aunt left the bowl chopsticks and left in a hurry. Before leaving, she coaxed her aunt and said, "Be obedient and have a good meal. I will come back soon, or I will never come back. " At this time, menstruation quietly pulled menstruation aside, took out some crumpled jiaozi from his sleeve, stole a look at us like a child who did something wrong, and nervously handed it to menstruation, saying, "I know, you like to eat Sophora seeds wrapped in Sophora japonica in front of our house best. These are full of Sophora japonica. I secretly hid here when everyone was not looking, for fear that everyone would be taken away. Please eat on the way. " Aunt looked at her delirious aunt, looked at the broken Sophora japonica, and burst into tears.

Everyone present saw this scene, so moved. I see tears in everyone's eyes. A person may not know his family or his friends, or he may call his husband uncle, or he may call people several generations younger than himself "aunt", but he can never erase the faint love in his heart, and it seems that there is nothing to worry about. What kind of feelings can transcend time and space like this and leave such a sum in a blank memory?

From then on, whenever someone tells me the greatness of love or affection, I will think of this story, so I don't know whether to call love or love that has been sublimated into affection.

Anatomy: This paper tells a touching story in life-an unconscious old man who can't erase the traces of love and tell people the greatness of love and affection. The article first describes the absurd behavior of the old man, and then takes a sharp turn, writing an unusual behavior of the old man, thus gaining a shocking power. Finally, a little discussion will deepen the theme of the article.

6.500 words short and touching family story

Hug mother

Mother is ill in the hospital, and my brother and sister take turns to take care of her. On the day when it was my turn to look after my mother, the nurse called me in to change the sheets and wake my mother up. Mother is very ill and it is difficult to get out of bed. I quickly said, "mom, don't move. I'll hug you."

I put my left hand around my mother's neck and my right hand around her waist, giving her a big hug. I didn't expect my mother to be so gentle. I tried so hard that I almost fell backwards.

The nurse pushed me behind and scolded me, "What are you doing so hard?" I said, "I didn't expect my mother to be so light." The nurse asked, "How much do you think your mother weighs?" I said, "Our previous weight was 100 kilograms." The nurse smiled and said, "Your mother is so short, not to mention so ill. Even when she was young and strong, I guess she didn't weigh 90 pounds. " Mother said, "This girl has a good eye. I was only 89 pounds when I was the heaviest in my life. "

I feel very sad that my mother should be so light. The nurse teased me and said, "It's a pity that you have lived with your mother for decades and your eyesight is so poor." I said, "If you have lived with my mother for decades, you are not sure." The nurse asked, "Why?" I said, "In my memory, my mother always holds my hand, carries my younger brother on her back, and carries a burden of 100 kilograms over mountains and mountains. When we grow up, we can work, but whenever there is a heavy burden, my mother always tells us to put it down and let her choose. I always thought that my mother was very powerful. I didn't expect her body of more than 80 kilograms to bear so many burdens. "

I looked at my mother's thin body and said guiltily, "mom, I'm sorry!" The nurse said emotionally, "Aunt, you are really something." Mother smiled and said, "Why do you mention those things? What mother doesn't come like this? "The nurse took the old sheets away, put on new sheets, carefully leveled the corners, and then turned to tell me," Put them on my aunt, gently. "

I suddenly thought, "Mom, you brought me up from childhood, and I will hold you to sleep today." Mom said put me down quickly and don't make people laugh. "The nurse said," aunt, let him report. "Mom didn't say anything.

I sat by the bed and held my mother in my arms, just like my mother held me when I was a child. My mother finally closed her eyes. I thought my mother was asleep and was going to put her to sleep, but I saw two lines of tears in her eyes.

7. A 500-word composition with touching stories as the theme.

One thing that moved me (500)

It was a summer, I was sitting on the dock by the river with a plastic bucket, scattering a handful of rice and waiting for the fish to swim over. Just as I was waiting for the fish, I suddenly found a head exposed in the crack of the pier stone under the water.

Oh, my God, what is this? The little yellow head sticks out of the water, and there is a long neck between the water and the stone, not a snake!

I ran home screaming and told people to catch snakes. Several people in the village were attracted by my cry and came to the river to watch the excitement. An elderly man looked at the snake I was talking about and said it was not a snake, but an eel! Hearing this, the people around you are eager to try and take it home to eat. People brought long bamboo poles, hooks and other tools. When the eel's head popped out again, a Monza, a neighbor's brother's bamboo pole hooked the eel's mouth and pulled it ashore. I watched happily. Hum, don't you dare scare me, you will be caught!

After a while. The audience dispersed. After dinner, I went back to the basin and stared at the eel again. Suddenly, I was surprised to find many slender shadows in the basin, about two or three centimeters long, very thin and still twisted. I'll call someone soon. Is this eel poisoned? !

Dad said, this is a little eel. Because all eels grow up in their mother's mouth, probably this big eel knows that he will be captured alive soon and wants to let the little eels go.

This is a female eel. I suddenly feel like crying. Eel mother is great. When she knew that she would not live long, she just wanted to let the little eels run for their lives. But mom is dead. What about the little eel? Can eels survive without mother's protection?

That day, I secretly put the eel back into the river.