Moved by 600 words in the sixth grade composition.

In our daily study, work and life, we often see compositions. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that we can understand to an external language form with a standardized grammatical structure that can be understood by others. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is a 600-word essay, 10, I hope it will help you.

600 words 1 I was touched by many things in my life, but there was a very small thing that touched me deeply.

It was a cold winter night. After watching TV, I couldn't wait to get into bed and sleep. Suddenly, the knock at the door woke me up. I got up impatiently and opened the door. Ah! So dad's back. Dad, he walked into the room step by step, smelling of alcohol. I quickly helped him sit down and brought him a cup of tea. What's going on here? What happened in the end? There is a big question mark in my heart. At this time, grandparents also woke up. As soon as grandpa came out, he grabbed his father and shouted, "You black sheep, how dare you go home?". As a father of two children, why not think about them? You can earn a few dollars all the year round, but you have to gamble and come back drunk. How many lives do you have! " What, dad went gambling again, and my heart felt like a needle. It hurts. Grandma kept urging him: "how many times have I told you, why are you so disobedient?" Your father and I are both old, but we don't want you to be filial to us. We just want you to do a good job at home ... ""Grandma, don't cry, don't cry! Blare ..... "But, dad then took advantage of the removal to roar there! "You tube wear, you tube wear me one day, tube wear my life? Don't go to school if your child has no money. Our generation went to work early at her age. Me? I just have no money. I am poor. I don't want them to study. I don't want to-""Woo ... "I ran into the room crying.

"You don't let them see, ok! You have seed. I want them to go to school even if I smash the pot and sell the land. Don't be afraid, little A, don't be afraid with me. "

I heard grandpa's words in the room, and a warm current in my heart led to my whole body. Grandpa, my good grandpa, what can I do to repay you?

When school started, I paid my tuition with my grandfather's hard-earned money and stepped into the middle school. I turned my inner touch into a driving force for learning. Don't worry, grandpa, I will repay you with a good grade. I can only prove it with actions.

Now I am in the examination room, feeling deeply, a little scared and a little worried. Grandpa, please give me some more strength and help me!

Sixth grade: xx

Touched by the sixth grade composition 600 words 2 "Grateful heart, thank fate, I will also cherish flowers." After listening to this song, you may feel the parents who gave their lives for themselves! Yes, when we were born in this world, our parents put all their love and energy on us. Love cannot be expressed in any words. Love is pure, and it is the driving force to promote our healthy growth.

I remember that year, the north wind roared, and it snowed from time to time. Large tracts of snowflakes floated down from the silver-gray sky, flying like white butterflies in the wind. At this time, my disappointing body suddenly had a fever. I lay on the sofa moaning. Seeing my painful expression, my mother quickly picked up the heavy me and rushed out of the door. The destroyer Snow Wind howled outside. Although it is cold, I don't feel cold, because carrying it on my mother's back makes me feel warm. When I went to the hospital, I was very sad to see my mother panting. After my mother took me to the doctor, the doctor said that I had a bad cold and wanted to stay in the hospital for observation. My tireless mother stubbornly carried me to the bed, gently stroked my cold face and said to me, "Son, mom stipulates that you will get better tomorrow!" " I can still vaguely feel my mother's heart in my sleep. I fell asleep deeply. I woke up the next morning and found my mother lying in front of my bed. How haggard her face is! Poor mother, how much did you suffer for me last night? My action woke up my sleeping mother, who woke up and said to me, "Are you better?" ? Mom will go and get you something to eat, okay? "I didn't say no, and I didn't say yes. I just said, mom, I want you to have a good rest." Mother smiled with relief, so sweet and full of happiness. Today, it has been five years, but I can still clearly remember the hardships my mother has paid for me.

Motherly love touched you, me, him and everyone in the world. Motherly love makes us as unrestrained as flowers in spring, as vigorous as grass in summer, as beautiful as maple leaves in autumn and as warm as sunshine in winter! In short, maternal love has given us something we can never repay!

Touched tears are an indispensable thing in everyone's life. It may be tears of joy, tears of sadness, and what I left was tears of emotion.

It was a sunny morning, my parents went to work, and only my grandmother and I were at home. Grandma is sitting on the sofa in the sun. As soon as I get up, my stomach thinks of the breakfast bell. I looked at my wallet and there was only one dollar left. I sighed. Then I suddenly remembered something: last night, I saw my mother put 20 yuan in her coat pocket. I opened the door of the wardrobe, saw the skirt, and felt the pocket of the skirt with trepidation. "Wow!" I said softly. There are 20 yuan money in it: one 10 yuan and two 5 yuan. I wanted to take all the money in it, and then it suddenly occurred to me that if I took all the money, my mother would be suspicious. If I only took five and nothing, my mother would never find out. I took a five-dollar bill with luck, took some toilet paper, and shook it in front of grandma: "grandma, I have a stomachache." I have to go to the toilet. "

After I escaped grandma's pass, I took the money to buy an omelet, ate it to my heart's content, wiped off the oil and residue on my mouth, and pretended to walk home as if nothing had happened. Walking on the road, I remembered what my mother often taught me: people can't steal all their lives, they have to rely on their own efforts, that's true. I couldn't help feeling ashamed of my behavior and made up my mind to confess to my mother.

How time flies! It's evening in a blink of an eye, and my mother is off work. Hearing the noise at the door, I immediately ran to open the door and said politely, "Mom, how tired you are at work!" " Come on, I'll pour you a cup of tea! ""What's the matter today? I usually look at you quietly! Why are you so active today! " "Mom ... mom ..." I suddenly like to be tongue-tied. " My little girl, what are you talking about? "I finally got up the courage:" mom, I'm sorry, I took your 5 yuan today and bought an omelet. " "Baby, five dollars is not much, but it is good to know that you are wrong. Be sure to ask your mother for money in the future, don't take it secretly. " Mother held me in her arms and smiled with relief. I choked up "hmm!" Let out a cry and quietly wipe away the tears in the corner of your eyes!

Tears touched me and made me happy!

I was moved by the memory of the 600-word 4' Milky Way in the sixth grade composition, flashing moving eyes and warm light, slowly flowing along the lines of the years and entering every gap and line in my heart through blood vessels. They wrinkle the veins of flowers and spread transparently, covering the whole body. They began to shine. Flash into eternity in my life and continue in my youth.

Motherly love and foresight

The arrival of winter makes the weather gradually cold. Every night, my mother will carefully bring me a cup of milk tea, put it on the corner of the table and quietly say, "stop!" " Drink some hot milk tea first, my hands are frozen stiff, how can I write well! "I stopped writing and glanced at my mother. Suddenly, my eyes and my mother's eyes are intertwined, shining like warm and peaceful stars in a summer night, and my heart warms in vain. Pick up the milk tea with love and drink it gently. Mother, just looked at me quietly, revealing a faint smile.

Mother's eyes, like warm sunshine, dispelled the cold in my heart. That look touched me.

Fatherly love and foresight

In my memory, the most profound thing is the day when I rode a bike with my father. After supper, my father always walks with me on his bike. At that time, I always liked to hold my father's thick waist and feel the warmth of his body. When the cool wind blows, my father's clothes and mine always sway with the wind. At this time, he always turns around and gently asks, "It's cold, put on your clothes quickly." His eyes gave me delicate love, like a hot spring, which slowly flowed into my heart and all over my body. Put on the clothes handed over by my father and feel great love. Driving in the city and enjoying the warmth of father's love. ...

My father's eyes touched me like a majestic mountain, and my weak vines are spreading to the heights with irresistible force under my father's loving touch.

How familiar this look is in life: when I am ignorant of my children, this look, like a shining iron plow, cuts through the land of my heart and gently sows the seeds of love; When I was young and frivolous, this look, like a clear spring, moistened my anxious and impetuous mind and slowly injected my indifferent and calm temperament; In the bleak pain, this look, like a magical medicine, dispelled the rampant diseases in my body and quietly injected optimism and perseverance; In pessimism and disappointment, this look, like a pair of magical hands, soothes my helpless nerves and gently conveys infinite love and strength. ...

That look touched me. It made me feel the warmth of maternal love, the broadness of fatherly love and the love of parents, which accompanied me on my growth path and inspired me to move forward. It is full of warmth and blessings, which makes me try to catch higher fruits.

Moved by the 600 words and 5 words in the sixth grade composition, I opened the floodgate of memory, making the river of memory trickle, and many things came to my mind together. Some things are blurred, but one thing makes me remember clearly. Moved, it is refreshing. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Touched, it is the intoxicating sea breeze, feel the sea breeze, and our hearts become pure and spacious; Touched, it is heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and we were having our last class in the classroom. Suddenly, a north wind blew, and a large dark cloud rose from the horizon. In an instant, heavy rain fell from the sky. I quickly reached out and touched my schoolbag. Alas, I forgot to bring my umbrella. Just then, the school bell rang, and the bell was mixed with the rain outside, which made my mood like a mess. I don't know how to get home. What if dad doesn't come back today and mom doesn't get off work until 7: 00? I whispered, damn it, it's neither early nor late, but it's raining at this time. What should I do? I have a problem. At this time, a classmate like me who didn't bring an umbrella was unlucky. Now I'm much happier. I finally have a date. I just want to ask where she lives. I just heard mom, you're here! It turns out that this classmate's mother is here. I feel dizzy. I finally got a company and left. My stomach is full of bitter water and I have to swallow it again. I stood blankly under the eaves in front of the school with my schoolbag on my back. The rain kept hitting my face and body with the strong wind, and I was shaking all over. I've always wanted to look far away, hoping to see that familiar figure.

Hey! What are you doing standing here? I found fame. It turned out to be my good friend Xie Mingjie. Please take care of me. I deliberately looked into the distance and said disdainfully. Hey, hey, you don't have an umbrella, do you? Xie Mingjie a face of thief smile, this also need not you tube I also mouth shut. Let me take you home. Qin Xiao hesitated and said. You, take me home? I look unbelievable. Well, Xie Mingjie nodded slightly.

I gratefully said to Xie Mingjie: Thank you so much! Without you, I will have to stop raining before I go home!

You're welcome, this is what I should do! Say that finish, we smiled at each other.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Although it has been a long time, it still haunts my mind and is unforgettable.

Today is my last day in Fujian. My parents and I took a ferry to Meizhou Island, Mazu's hometown. Meizhou Island is known as "Oriental Mecca". Although it is New Year, the island is also crowded with tourists. We visited Mazu Tempel, visited the Goose Tail Stone Garden and took many photos. Then forget it! Yes, at this time, something happened that changed my mood from sunny to cloudy.

We got on the bus and started to drive to the hotel. Here we are. I squeezed out of the crowded car. Suddenly, my father took an empty camera box and asked me, "Do you have a camera?" I shook my head and said, "No" "I must have pulled it on the bus!" I'm a little anxious. "Let's go back and look for it!" But the bus has already flown away. "What should I do?" Mother said helplessly, "It seems that we have to chase." I cried. "Will the camera still be there?" My mother comforted me without reproach and said, "Maybe it's still there!" "When my father got on the motorcycle and drove to the bus stop, my heart was full of expectations:" The camera will definitely come back! "I think. My mother and I continued to walk to the hotel, and my mind was full of my camera. Suddenly, a black figure passed by us. I am ecstatic: ha, it seems that there are still many good people! But my father interrupted my wishful thinking with a sentence: "The camera was not found. "The last straw rope I caught in my mind was broken and I fell into the abyss. I can't hold back the tears in my heart any longer. I was in tears on the dark road.

"Anyway, fill your stomach first." Dad said. Father, mother and unhappy me walked to the nearest restaurant in dismay. The owner of the restaurant is an uncle in his forties and fifties. Because I wrote all my sad feelings on my face, he asked my father, "What's wrong with this child, so unhappy?" When his father told him the whole story, he said, "I see." At this time, the delicious food is tasteless in my mouth, and my mind is full of my camera and the photos I took carefully in Fuzhou. Just as we were leaving, the boss ran over and handed me a bottle of Sprite. In a hotel, a bottle of drinks costs six or seven yuan, which is very expensive. How can we "eat and drink for nothing"? I was just about to make an excuse when the boss said to my dad, "The child lost something he likes, a little thing, which may make him happier!" " "I heard that, I was in tears. I am not reluctant to part with 1000 yuan camera, but moved by this precious friendship.

Life is like a journey. While enjoying the beautiful scenery, unpleasant things will happen. Thank you for the kind people who have warmed me!

I won't forget the banging from grandpa's house that cold morning.

That day, I went to Lujiang County Hospital to visit my sick grandmother. Grandma slipped by the bed and had an operation because of a fracture. Grandma lying in the hospital bed is too weak to speak neatly. From her haggard face, I felt my grandmother's pain. My grandfather is as busy as a bee, pouring water, wiping towels and feeding. Grandma wanted to go to the toilet, and grandpa came over and let grandma hold her neck. He picked up grandma's leg and struggled to hug her. When grandpa passed me, I saw that his forehead was covered with sweat, his face was red, and grandma's arm was shaking. Grandma has been in bed for a long time, and her leg strength has already weakened. She must be the armrest next to the toilet. After helping grandma back to bed, grandpa frowned and kept walking back and forth, saying, "What should I do?" Suddenly, grandpa's eyebrows spread out and a smile appeared on his face. I think he must have thought of something good.

In the evening, dad took care of grandma in the hospital, and we went back to grandpa's house to rest. After returning home, grandpa got busy: he took out the chair that was most suitable for grandma to sit on, first drew a square on the chair surface with a pencil, and then sawed a hole along the line with an electric drill. I was surprised: this is not ... Then, grandpa found some boards, sawed them into four small triangles and nailed them to the four corners of the square hole. Then, Grandpa strengthened all four chair legs with wooden boards, and a modified version of the "homemade toilet" came from Grandpa's skillful hands. However, grandpa didn't stop there, but stroked his calloused hand back and forth, trying to find some shortcomings. Soon, he used a file to smooth all the cuts on the bench; The toilet is tightly wrapped with transparent plastic, which fully guarantees grandma's safety. This toilet will be put into use tomorrow. Grandpa is a mason, not a carpenter. But today, for grandma, he made a unique toilet in the world!

How happy it is to have such a wife who does not abandon herself when she is sick and serves herself wholeheartedly! No wonder grandma who is sick in bed still laughs.

Touched by the sixth grade composition, 600 words and 8 heads, the stars are still there; Look down, the road under your feet is rugged; Looking ahead, growth is always on the road.

"Students, let's learn the lesson of" Hurry "in this section. Listen to me! " The teacher's affectionate recitation is dismissive in my eyes. The second hand bounced on the dial and kept catching my thoughts. Rubbing my sleepy eyes and yawning with a textbook in my mouth, time slipped away in this casual yawn.

Every morning, it is the freshness of heartstrings, the softness of eyes, and a cup of summer youth. I laughed, cried, ran and fell after 00. In retrospect, I was a junior high school student.

Early autumn, the season of hope, brought me to junior high school. I was greeted by teachers' friendly faces and classmates' smiles.

In the first week of school, I caught a cold, and before the sun rose, the girls in dormitory 308 were awakened by coughing. "Classmate, what's wrong with you?" "Why do you cough so badly?" The head nurse brought me a bottle of water and gave me two pills. "You coughed all night last night. Are you all right? " In fact, we are not familiar with each other, and we can't even name them. Medicine is bitter, but my heart is sweet.

After the military training in junior high school, the gymnastics competition arrived as scheduled, and my head was groggy because of a cold. The final performance of Class 4, Grade 7 made me feel relieved ... "Let's welcome Class 4, Grade 7 to perform!" I was full of energy, and in a hoarse voice, "Let's go-let's go!" The performance was very successful until I reported to the teacher: "The performance of Class 4, Grade 7 is over, please give me instructions!" When I was ready to bring it back, I mistook "right turn" for "left turn". Half of my classmates turn left and half turn right, because they are familiar with rehearsal. The students fought back and made jokes. ...

The students trained very hard, but because of me, the class didn't get good grades, and I couldn't help feeling ashamed. What I never expected was that the head nurse came with medicine. "I didn't drink at noon, drink now!" "Everyone gathered around and said," It's okay, you are our relative, and it's hard to tell the right from the left. Let's work together in future competitions. "My eyes are red. I didn't complain when I was growing up, but you encouraged me and trusted me.

It is precisely because of everyone's mutual tolerance and understanding that the whole class has made little progress and made everyone familiar with it a little bit. A class is like this, and so is a society. Only when there is tolerance can there be warmth, and only when there is trust can there be motivation for progress. The second hand on the dial is still ticking, and time is still disappearing bit by bit. There is still a long way to grow up, and I hope to be moved all the time.

Touching the sixth grade composition 600 words 9 The dribs and drabs, stumbling and scenes in life are all worthwhile, which makes us memorable and moved. Walking into the corridor of the years, I read the moments of life and relive those moments that moved me.

Wednesday is often my busiest day, and it is also the day when I feel most alienated from her. We have always been inseparable, and we rarely leave one of them to do things alone. I am afraid that we will have conflicts on this day, and my heart is always uneasy. As a result, "the conflict came too fast, just like a tornado." He always ignores me sometimes, and I ignore her in a rage. I feel a little regretful after being angry. Why didn't I sit down with him and talk it over? Suddenly, I felt a little impulsive. But because of our stubbornness, we didn't do it, so we ignored each other. I thought things would be so deadlocked. To my surprise, she spent a class and wrote me a letter. After class, she gave it to me with a letter. I vaguely saw three words written on the envelope-dear John letter. I opened the letter with red eyes and found it was not a dear John letter, but an apology letter full of apologies. After reading it, I couldn't help crying. What is that? Touching is a river that has been frozen for a long time and slowly melts under the spring breeze.

The cold weather in winter makes people tremble, but it still can't motivate me to wash my hair. Living conditions in schools are limited. It's a little difficult to want a pot of steaming hot water. That night, he and I were studying at night. After class, they ran out of the classroom without saying anything, with their eyes like arrows, hoping to get hot water quickly and let me wash my hair and go downstairs to the dormitory. We cooperated very tacitly, and we got the hot water and the location. We were very happy. Even if the cold wind blows wantonly, we can't seem to feel it. We hurry to wash our hair and are afraid of being late for class at night. She rushed to deliver hot water to me, and she couldn't help being moved. Looking at this steaming hot water, I felt very happy for a while, and my heart was filled with emotion. What is emotion? A red plum, moved by the white snow, stands proudly and has a faint fragrance.

Someone once asked what is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers, but no matter who they are, they can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched, because touching is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

The scenes in my life will now be deeply immersed in that touching net, touching the softest corner of my heart and reminding me of infinite memories. ...

I haven't met him, but I was moved by him. He changed my understanding of the world. This has to start from a morning in the winter vacation.

"What are you looking for? In such a hurry? " My deskmate at the cram school asked me. "Oh, I'm so angry. I listened to music on my mobile phone this morning, but I can't find it now! " I searched all the places where I might have put my mobile phone, but I couldn't find it anywhere. "You think again. You didn't bring it today, did you? Wrong. " "Impossible, my memory is not bad to that sake. And I must have put it in my pocket, plugged in my headphones and listened to this song. " "In this case, will it slip out of my pocket?" "This is what I fear. It's strange that anyone who finds it will give it to you these days! " I muttered to myself, naturally, I looked so unlucky that my deskmate had to comfort me again and again. The whole class is also an unlucky topic and a curse to the people who pick up the mobile phone, which also makes me completely give up my adherence to the moral bottom line in the world.

Going home from cram school, I dare not look up at my mother. I just whispered timidly, "I accidentally lost my mobile phone." "Oh, I lost my mobile phone. Did you go back and look for it? " "Where to get it back? Can you find it these days? I admit that I am unlucky. " I want to laugh at my mother's innocence. "Look at you, son. If you have a problem, you always doubt the society. Go back and find good people waiting for you where you dropped your mobile phone! " Mom is really good at education. Does she think I am still a three-year-old child? I am a little dissatisfied: "In that case, I would rather go back and look for it twice. The key is that this society is not what you think! "

"In that case, will you change your understanding of society?" My mother completely ignored my mood and took the opportunity to educate me about social outlook! "If someone takes the initiative to give it to me, I absolutely believe in this society, but unfortunately no one will take the initiative to give it to me!"

Mom slowly took out my mobile phone. As soon as I saw it, it was like seeing my long-lost friend. Although it is less than half a day, I am still very excited to meet you again. I can't believe it! In my hand, I no longer doubt that I really lost my mobile phone this morning!

"Others stood where they picked up their mobile phones for more than half an hour, but they couldn't wait to open the address book to call me and then contact me ..."

My face froze all day, and I finally smiled, laughing at this dramatic plot and my innocence; Laugh at such a kind-hearted person who can't hide money; Laugh at my inaccurate understanding of society!

Although it is often only because of an accidental experience that our understanding of this society has changed, the warm part can always move us for a long time and will always affect our role in this society!