Excellent composition of moving moments

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With the ringing of the fourth class, the most exciting moment of the day-lunch break is here. The students on duty picked up a rag at random, swept it on the blackboard a few times, poured dirty water, made a Tucki water, symbolically washed the rag in the water a few times, and then walked aside regardless of whether it was clean or not, and laughed happily with the classmates. At this time, no one noticed the shaking of a figure in front of the blackboard, and no one noticed the change of the blackboard ... In the first class in the afternoon, the teacher was about to write on the blackboard and suddenly asked, "Who wiped the blackboard? So clean! " Students take a closer look, and the blackboard is as spotless as a cloudless sunny night in Wan Li. Just when we all admired the master who cleaned the blackboard from the bottom of our hearts, he raised his hand "untimely": "Teacher, it was … I cleaned the blackboard." In a flash, our strange eyes surrounded him, and he was almost out of breath; Some people even covered their mouths and laughed. He doesn't study very well, he is always late, plays with things in class, and even makes things like pouring coke into glue sticks, which is extremely disgusting; We would appreciate it if he didn't make the blackboard sticky and dirty. How could he take the initiative to clean the blackboard, so well? Lying, yes, it must be lying! His already short image in my mind is even shorter. He is like a tiny dust, blown by the wind and floating out of my sight. Another lunch break has begun! The student on duty made a few gestures in front of the blackboard and ran out to play basketball. The figure who doesn't like the perfunctory work of the students on duty shakes again, pours out the dirty water, calls for a large basin of clean water, carefully throws the rag a few times, wrings it out, folds it up, and then cleans the blackboard bit by bit; Every time you wipe a section, turn the rag over and wipe it; After cleaning, throw the rag carefully again, and then change the water ... I watched all this with a straight face like a video recorder. After reading it, I got up and wanted to go out for a walk. But all of a sudden, I fell back to my seat like a wall. Because this time, I saw the figure clearly, the figure that I have been numb for countless times, and it was really him! Looking at the black and bright blackboard, I seem to understand something ... In fact, there are some beautiful things in many things that can move us. "He" has such a precious and beautiful thing that can move us-dedication. As long as we can keep our eyes open, observe more and find more; Then, there will be something beautiful that can touch us and stay in the world!

In life, small things can also reveal instant feelings. A greeting when you get up in the morning; A farewell at school; When I came home from work, this sentence came back ... actually, it was very touching.

The most touching thing happened that day. ...

In the morning, after breakfast in a hurry, I turned on the TV and started the same life as usual-boring. Mother is washing clothes. "Good girl, today is fair. Go buy something to eat! " "Hearing this, I quickly agreed.

Walking on the road, I remembered what my mother said to me. "There are too many vendors cheating now. You should take a good look at them and don't let anyone cheat you! " With this in mind, I soon came to the market. The scene on the set can only be described in four words: a sea of people.

I came to the vegetable market, looked around, and finally fixed my eyes on an old tricycle. "Children, do you want to buy radishes?" I looked up and it turned out to be a grandfather in his fifties and sixties. There are still a few pieces of cloth (patches) on a uniform color dress that don't match slightly. The thin face showed eager eyes, and his forehead was wrinkled. "Grandpa, how much is it?" "Not expensive, two yuan a catty. It's delicious, buy some! " "I want five dollars!" Grandpa quickly took out his bag, and I picked two and weighed them. ""just right, little girl! "I remembered my mother's words and looked at them. It's true. I took money out of my pocket and paid it to grandpa.

After buying vegetables, I went back with the harvested "fruit". I can buy food now, so happy! Suddenly there was a long cry behind him, full of longing for expectation. Gee, this sound is so familiar! Unconsciously, the voice has reached the front. I turned around and saw that it was my grandfather who had just sold radishes. Grandpa gasped and said breathlessly, "Little girl, you lost ten dollars when you paid just now!" " "I took out my money and counted it. Ah! It's really ten dollars short. Grandpa gave me the money, and before I knew it, he turned and left in a hurry. I shouted in the direction where he ran: "Grandpa, thank you!" " "Grandpa waved. I think maybe grandpa came back in a hurry because no one saw his tricycle, or maybe he didn't ask for anything in return! Grandpa's practice not only didn't "lack two pounds" as mom said, but also took the initiative to return the money to the owner, bringing positive energy to society and telling people that society is still full of good people.

The radish in the bag smells good. Ah, the radish looks good, and grandpa's heart is more beautiful. I will never forget grandpa's positive energy.

Touching moment excellent composition 3 There are many touches on the road of life. Have you ever noticed them? For example, people who survived the disaster, grass struggling to grow up in the crevices of the stone. .....................................................................................................................................................

One day, I was walking alone in the street, wandering aimlessly and stopping in front of an inconspicuous wall in the park. Attracted by a little creature, I went to the corner, squatted down and looked at the little creature-a snail. This little thing is slowly climbing up. Maybe it wants to go to the world outside the wall. There are obvious marks where it climbed, and it is very sticky. Because it just rained and the wall was wet, the snail climbed for a while and then fell, but it slipped for a while and began to climb again, and then it fell again ... I began to think it was in vain. It kept repeating this action, and the result was the same every time. I shook my head, turned and walked away, loitering in the street.

When he came back, the snail refused to give up. Every time it climbs, it will slide down, but it will climb up steadily. I'm a little confused: what supports it? Why are you so stubborn and insist on doing what you know you can't do? I saw the snail still unwilling to give up and resolutely climbed up. ...

Do you want to do something even though you know it's impossible? Why?

Snails are still crawling tirelessly. At this time, I found that it climbed higher and higher, and every time it slipped, it climbed farther and farther, turning failure into motivation. I stared at it, and suddenly I felt it was like a runner on the runway, and I became nervous about it. A minute passed, and two minutes passed. ...

Finally, the snail finally climbed up the high wall, and I cheered as if the player had crossed the line. It turns out that it has been crawling with its own beliefs. It believes that miracles will happen. It is this idea that makes this little snail overcome this great difficulty and come to the world outside the wall.

Snails can climb wet high walls with heavy shells on their backs. Snails are smaller than us, but they can overcome a high wall ten million times higher than themselves without fear. Should we humans learn from it? For an instant, I was moved by this scene. This little creature has indomitable faith and perseverance. But we humans are not as good as them, so we should reflect.

Suddenly, I was in awe of this little creature, because I admired its spirit and was moved by it.

I am not a good girl, nor a filial child. Growing up, my relationship with my mother has been very stiff. Because of my stubbornness, I have all kinds of prejudices against her, amplifying her nagging and ignoring her feelings. Because of too much, I ignored her concern and her feelings, even when she was ill, when there was a silver thread on her head ... all of this, I never found that time was passing in a hurry, and many memories had faded with the passage of time; But there are also a few moments reflected in my heart, flooding into the sea-that is, the deep maternal love I neglected.

June day, like a child's face. It changes when you say it. Just now, the sun was shining brightly, and soon, the wind blew hard and it rained heavily. That day, the weather forecast said there would be showers during the day. When I went to school at noon, I didn't bring rain gear because the weather was good. Mother said, "Although it's very hot now, it's going to rain at this rate. Take that purple coat and an umbrella. " "Mom, let's wear that thick dress in summer! I don't know if it will rain now, so why take an umbrella! Worried. " My mother was speechless under my endless words. I won for myself. My mother proudly wore a T-shirt and left. I overheard her sigh.

Sure enough, as my mother expected, with the passage of time, the clouds in the sky gradually thickened, and I vaguely heard the rolling thunder. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning overhead, and before the transition, the rain crashed down. At this time, it's time for school. I didn't think my mother would come, so I ran into the rain and got soaked. The thin T-shirt can't stand the relentless rain and water, and it is soaked in an instant. I'm shivering with cold. Just as my hands were huddled with cold, I vaguely saw a man running towards me in front. Maybe she is too old, or her legs and feet are inconvenient. It is difficult for her to run in the rain. "Why don't the old man find a place to shelter from the rain? It's too cold, he will freeze to death! " I said to myself. The blurred figure is getting closer and clearer. It's mom! At that moment, I felt my stone was crying. I hurried to help my mother. "Mom, I was wrong! I should not disobey you. You were caught in the rain ... "I sobbed and couldn't speak any more. Mom paused, then patted me on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Silly boy, come on, put it on."

Philosophers say that as long as you have a unique mind, even if you ignore a lot, you can still feel a love, a taste, and even a philosophy. Maybe all these can move us.

People say that maternal love is great. Now listen again and agree with both hands. In fact, when we are moved by the help of others, we should think about our mother, because she touches us all the time.

Because there is love, I am moved. Because I am moved, I make the world full of love.

Touching moment excellent composition 5 touching, it is in the cold winter, giving me brilliant sunshine; Touched, when I am thirsty, give me a cold spring to quench my thirst; Moved by the downpour, he gave me a simple but loving umbrella; When I didn't do well in the exam, my friend gave me comfort that I was moved ... maybe moved. Whether I can find it at that moment depends on your feelings.

I remember once, I lost my voice because of an inflamed throat. Even if I make a slight sound, I will feel pain. During the break, I had nothing to do and wandered in the corridor, but when I returned to my seat again, I was surprised to find that my water cup was gone! I suddenly panicked, that's my favorite cup! I rummaged through my drawers, even my deskmate's drawers, but I still couldn't find my beloved water cup. I'm like an ant on hot bricks. I am in a hurry. My head and hands are sweating. I keep saying, "My cup, my cup, my cup!" " "My eyes are still looking around, hoping to see my beloved cup in a corner of the classroom, but I hope it will become disappointed again and again. I am at a loss, looking aimlessly in the classroom, and my heart is like a fire, which is very uncomfortable!

Suddenly, my friend came into the classroom in a pink coat and a long braid. Hey, isn't that my water glass in her hand? I thought she was joking with me. She was so angry that she grabbed the cup and turned away. When my friend saw this, he immediately stopped me and pointed to the glass and said, "Don't be angry yet. I know you are hoarse. I'll get you a cup of hot water. Come on, have some water. In the future, we should be careful not to eat things that get too angry, drink more hot water, talk less, and take medicine on time when we are sick ... "At that moment, a warm current flowed through my heart, nourishing my heart and bringing me warmth. My friend was so considerate that she filled me with hot water, but I thought she was joking with me and then deliberately took the cup away. I wronged her, but she was not angry. Forgive me and understand me. This is friendship! And at this moment, how can my friends not touch me? Tears filled my eyes, like a broken bead, and kept dripping. At the same time, I kept saying to my friends, "Thank you, thank you!" "

Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and open our inner treasure chest, there are always some old memories that have been washed away by the years, but they are still preserved in our hearts. When we pick it up again, the story is still vivid and cannot be erased. At this time, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts, which ripples. This is very touching.

Touching moment Excellent composition 6 Touching is as simple as that.

One day in the summer vacation, I just walked out of the supermarket and sat in a chair in the shade of the roadside to enjoy the cool. Knowing "knowing" and "knowing" kept screaming. The dark green leaves are listless and curly in the sun. The dog also climbed under the tree to show its red tongue. The sunshine in the sky seems to have melted the road. Pedestrians on the road kept looking at their watches with umbrellas under the scorching sun.

At this moment, a cleaner caught my attention. He is wearing bright orange overalls and holding a broom. He has been working with him for a long time. He has dark skin and a thin figure, and naughty sweat runs down the wrinkles. He silently swept the asphalt road in the scorching sun, trying not to sweep the dust from pedestrians, but some people left the garbage in a hurry unconsciously.

Then a young man hurried to the station. A black wallet slipped out of his pocket and landed right in front of the cleaner. The cleaner picked it up with some hesitation and looked around again. I thought to myself, he must have put his wallet in his pocket. However, the next progress was absolutely beyond my expectation. I saw him dragging a broom and hurriedly chasing the young man who was about to get on the bus. As he ran, he shouted, "That young man in clothes! That young man in clothes! " Who is naked in the street? The people around you burst into laughter, with a hint of contempt in their eyes. The cleaner bowed his head in embarrassment. "The young man with the brown bag on his back ..." The cleaner added, "You dropped your wallet". Hearing this, the young man quickly felt in his pocket and rummaged in his backpack. Sure enough, he didn't find it. The young man took the wallet, carefully examined the contents, and quickly bowed to thank him: "Thank you, big brother, there are many important documents in it. If these things can't be found, my efforts in recent years will be gone! " You can put the money in this wallet as a thank-you fee. Thank you very much "The cleaner replied," you don't have to thank me. I can't have my own things. This is what I should do! At this time, the cleaner's face bloomed with a simple smile. At this time, the contemptuous eyes on the car disappeared. Instead, the passengers exclaimed and admired.

Perhaps the cleaner's family is not rich, but this spirit of finding money is a precious wealth that money can't buy.

Slow down, savor life, observe around you, and you will find that you are moved in an instant.

I was moved in an instant.

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. You are moved because you live in the melting of love and the tolerance of love. So I think moving is a look, and what is passed on to you is heart-to-heart communication; Touching is a gesture, and what is conveyed to you is silent encouragement; Touching is a language that conveys strength and confidence to you.

When I open the memory of history, my mind will show the colorful colors of my childhood.

It was a physical education class, and I came to the playground early. Today's weather can be described as scorching sun. The teacher asked us to do warm-up exercises first, and I was already sweating after a few exercises. After the warm-up exercise, the teacher asked each of us to run around the playground four times and then move freely. God, four times, 800 meters, it's killing me! But the teacher's life was hard to disobey, so I had to bite the bullet and run. After running 800 meters, I was sweating like a pig. But I went to play basketball with my brothers again. Happy times are always short. As soon as the bell rang, I remembered that I was thirsty and there was smoke in my throat. Just now, I just wanted to play. I rushed to the classroom. I turned on the electric fan to the maximum, then took out my "water of life" and drank it at one breath, but my mouth was still thirsty. So, I ran to my sworn brother to borrow water to drink, but he didn't have any water either. He said, "I'm going to fill the water dispenser!" " "Hey, I'm such a pig brain, why didn't I think of the water dispenser in our class! I rushed to the water dispenser, and when I saw it, I was blindsided. There was no water in the water dispenser. My only hope is gone. Oh, the God of the West, the Jade Emperor of the East, how can you be so cruel! I reluctantly returned to my seat. Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked back and it was him. He gave me his precious water and said, "Come on, drink it!" " "At this moment, I was deeply moved. I said goodbye to him the other day! From that day on, I played tricks on him. Self-study early, when he handed in his homework, I deliberately put my foot out and let him bite like a standard dog. I meet him from time to time after class. What a good classmate, he let bygones be bygones. At the critical moment when I was cornered, he gave me a helping hand, and the kindness of dripping water was rewarded by the spring water. At this moment, my heart felt like a flood, and the excited words rushed to my throat, but I couldn't say it. I just said "thank you", which contained all my feelings. I'll finish this water right away. My heart is very comfortable, and the feeling of thirst suddenly disappears. He smiled at me and I smiled back at him. ...

Open the door of the soul, store friendship, store emotion, and let the heart dance for emotion.

Touched by the moment, excellent composition 8 has just come out from the pressure of the final exam, exhausted physically and mentally, and the fierce competition on the way to further study reminds me of Sartre's Others are Hell. On the wooden bridge of college entrance examination, students seem to be each other's hell. There are limited places in key universities. Either you participate or I participate. So even if I was tired of dealing with classmates and people, I wandered to the suburbs and wanted to listen to the sweet melody of nature alone to relax my nervous mood.

Looking around, the green hills on the outskirts are all lush green seas, and there is even a slope, dotted with grass and golden flowers like stars, which makes people happy at first sight. Without the brutal competition between people, this is heaven!

Suddenly I saw a beam of white light fluttering like a feather, so dazzling in the green sea, but instantly hidden into the green sea. Strong curiosity made me follow closely, and a little girl in a white gauze skirt appeared in front of me. The girl is only six or seven years old, with a childish face, like a lovely little angel. I saw that she gently squeezed out a small cluster of dandelion seeds in the crevices and carefully protected them with her hands, for fear that they would be blown to a distant place that she didn't even know, and then gently pressed them into a moist and fertile soil. The little girl kept busy on the grass, tirelessly putting the seeds that fell in the crevices, in the grass leaves and flowers, or squeezing them together with her little hands, and sending them to those fertile and moist open spaces.

In an instant, my heart was deeply moved, and there was a warm current surging. What a soft and delicate heart of compassion! In fact, she can understand the difficulty of a small seed and care about its fate. When I look around, the dandelions that grow in fertile soil are really flourishing, but those that grow in hardened soil are obviously thin, especially the dandelions in the cracks of the stone road, which are not only thin, but even feel a little alive. Influenced by the little girl, I also picked up a dandelion seed from a crack in the stone, and found that their tail was only the thickness of a silver needle, and the shape was exactly like a small arrow, but a furry umbrella or arrow feather was carefully prepared at the top. Although they are so weak, even weak, unable to decide their own destiny, they need to rely on the power of the wind to decide their own direction and destination, but they have worked hard. I have worked hard for my destiny. There is a faint smile on her face, and she has good intentions for these little things. I think they are simply elves! At the same time, I was moved by the little girl's behavior: her little behavior changed the fate of a dandelion seed, and I believe those dandelion seeds will grow into vibrant dandelions in the new environment.

At that moment, I fell in love with that little girl, and I began to hate Sartre's hell from the heart. I think we can create heaven with our weak sympathy just like little girls!

It has been some time since spring. Breathing the gentle breath of leaves, facing the spring breeze that is no longer cold, I stepped into the gate of the park.

This spring is not as cold as in previous years, but warmer. Plants are naturally very lush, and they really feel like "spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan". Unconsciously, they have gone a long way, walking in a light green, feeling that everything has been integrated, feeling that they are not in the path of the park, but in the endless green ocean. After stepping on a small slate and climbing over a hill, we came to the lake in the park. I went down the mountain, and the breath of spring permeated all the way.

When you can vaguely see the lake again, it is like a thick and heavy water vapor in the distance. I feel strange-the faint fog has become so weighty. When I actually went down to the lake, I was completely shocked. Next to this clear water, only two rows of willows have begun to float. Together, there are only about thirty or forty trees, but countless catkins have been sent out, covering the sky and making the lake misty, just like a fairyland. The breeze blew and the wicker fluttered with the wind. Qian Qian sends out a million catkins. In this way, day and night. Look carefully, a catkin is so delicate, just like a small parachute, drifting with the wind.

At this moment, I am really touched. But what followed was moving. So many catkins are moving at close range, but still at a distance. It seems that this powerful vitality can freeze time and air. It stopped at that moment forever. Together with passers-by, I was impressed and stopped to watch.

As we all know, catkin is the seed of willow. In order to thrive, they never stop, year after year, regardless of cost. Maybe only one or two trees will eventually sprout and grow into a tree. But they persisted, because they knew that if they didn't put in hundreds of millions of times of efforts and attempts, they would definitely not succeed. What I have now is not only simple touching, but on the other hand, we have encountered some difficulties in some aspects, or we gave up easily when we have not achieved immediate results after making efforts. I can't help but feel ashamed when I look at the willows that seem so persistent in achieving their goals at all costs.

It takes three generations to make a gentleman. If you want to learn how to be a good person, please make a good tree first.

On Thursday morning, I listened to Li Hao's lecture. Teacher Li Hao's lecture is like a spring rain, which moistens my heart, wakes me up and makes me blame myself. The tears of teachers, students and parents present here are like broken beads.

Teacher Li Hao stresses patriotism first, then filial piety to parents, and finally respect for teachers.

I silently thought: my mother must have suffered a lot when she was a child, and finally the family burden was reduced ... thinking about it, tears fell involuntarily. My mother raised me, she fed me bite by bite, and she took me away from my job for five years! I really hope I don't have a birthday, because every birthday I have is my mother's Good Friday, and my mother will be one year old!

How long has it been since I spoke to my mother, how long has it been since I held her hand, and how long has it been since I saw her ... I was ashamed and my tears fell down in disappointment.

I really regret talking back to my mother before. I really want to say, "mom, I'm sorry!" " I shouldn't quarrel with you. "

Teacher Li Hao's lecture touched us. I will never talk back to you again, because you have worked so hard to raise me, and I still talk back to you. It's really unfilial of me! Don't worry, mom, I will be obedient and filial to you in the future!

Mom, I want to say to you: "Don't worry, I will study harder in the future and be admitted to a good university to repay your kindness." Mom, I love you. You have worked hard for so many years, and I will always love you, forever, forever ... "

I think now that I have grown up, I should learn to understand my parents with a grateful heart, and I should take care of and honor my parents.

I was born because of my parents, who gave me the opportunity to experience the warmth and coldness of life and enjoy the joy and happiness of life in this colorful world. You gave me life. Thank you for your meticulous care. There is so much beauty in my life.

My parents love me the most in the world. How can I repay your kindness? This reminds me of an ancient poem by Meng Jiao: "But nothing grows, how much love there is in the spring".

Mom, although you can't give me fame, a mansion or a beautiful face, you have given me life and a beautiful world. Dad, although you didn't give me a rich and well-off home, this full father's love has been lingering in my little heart. Great love is silent, and father's love is boundless!

Needless to say, put your hands together and pray: time, you walk slowly. Time, don't hurt them. All parents in the world are happy and healthy, and live a long life!

Touching the excellent composition 1 1 the long road of growth, I was moved by many things, such as the warmth and selflessness of family, the purity and sincerity of friendship, which made my clothes wet instantly. What moved me most was my mother, who accompanied me, hugged me, pulled me, followed me and watched me grow up day by day.

During the summer vacation, my family went to Huizhou for a trip. Shopping at night, my mother bought me a pair of rose glass bean shoes. I like it so much that I can't wait to put it on my feet and never take it off again before I leave the shoe store. The next day, we will visit Honghua Lake and climb the mountain. Mother asked me to put on my old grey sneakers so that I wouldn't wear those dusty old shoes again. Mom can't beat me. I go barefoot up the hill to follow the fashion. My new shoes attracted a lot of praise along the way, but unfortunately, they rubbed my feet and my feet hurt. There are food, drink and play on the mountain road, but there are no shoes. No choice, my mother had to bend down and take off her shoes, brush the dust off them and put them on for me herself. My mother's feet are a whole yard bigger than mine. She licked it carefully for a long time, for the sake of whether the shoes followed her feet, whether they were comfortable and whether the shoelaces were tight. Mother's warm shoes immediately warmed my feet. The hot sun in the south splashed down from the gap between the forest top and the trees. The path was covered with "broken gold", which looked beautiful, but you could feel the heat through the soles. My mother was barefoot, jumping between light and shadow, and accidentally landed on the "broken gold", which made her gnash her teeth and shout softly. Along the way, she did not forget to tease herself, "You see how much I look like a mermaid, a mermaid with new feet-aunt!" Let's watch her "Golden Rooster Independence" for a while, and let's enjoy "Ballet Fat Swan" for a while ... I laughed, but my throat choked, and a feeling of bitterness surged up, spreading and rolling in my heart. As soon as the wind blows, the trees above me make a gentle rustling sound, as if the growing video is playing in order. I saw my mother cooking for me in the morning, watching it at the intersection after school, jumping around and yelling regardless of the image during the game ... My eyes blurred when I watched my mother skipping in front. ...

In a cool place, I helped my mother sit down, let her feet lie on my lap, and gently wiped the dust off her feet with a handkerchief. The soles of the feet are very red, covered with dark red marks and torn cracks. Usually the smooth and soft soles of the feet are now rough and stiff ... These feet, when I was growing up, accompanied me through rugged mountain roads, muddy paths, peaks, valleys, thunder and lightning, birds and flowers ... What good feet!

The showers of maternal love and touching tears moistened my heart. In an instant, I awakened the spring in my heart.