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Touching topic composition

In everyday life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are six touching topic compositions that I collected. Welcome to share.

Touched topic composition 1 Looking at your back, your nose is sour and your tears are flowing downwards. An emotion called touching can't disappear in your heart for a long time.

In my heart, you will always be tall and mighty. When you walk, you always stand up straight, hold your head high and stride forward. But as time goes on, your back is a little bent and your steps become slow. I know it's all for me. Father, I am moved for you.

I remember that Friday, I was going to stay at school. You help me carry my schoolbag, hold the box in one hand and me in the other, and walk slowly forward. Suddenly, my shoelace opened. I broke your hand and squatted down to tie it. I'll let you go first and then follow. Those big hands shrunk slightly after they were released, and with a little loss, they reluctantly put them away. I tied my shoelaces and stood up, but I froze there. You are walking alone, and the dim light shines on you, which makes you feel particularly lonely. You walk very slowly. It seems that something is holding you back and making you unable to move forward. Did that schoolbag hold you down? Is that baggage holding you back ..... So I'm holding you back. Since the senior high school entrance examination, I know you have done too much for me. You send me to school every day, make up lessons at weekends, study with me at night, and accept my vent when I am in a bad mood. You've never been known ... I'm like a huge burden on your shoulders, making you unable to walk.

You are particularly sad under the street lamp, your hair is almost white, and you are only forty years old, just like an old man. You are bent, your steps are slow, your shoulders are up and down, your backpack is sideways, and your clothes are wrinkled. The luggage creaked on the ground, and one of your big hands dragged it forward on the uneven ground. That's a big hand with vicissitudes of life, bloated, and your hand has already climbed out of wrinkles. It is red, with your warmth. It just wrapped my hand and gave me infinite strength.

"So it's true," I thought. I remember you laughing and teasing me and saying, "Son, I am willing to leave all my best things to you." You did it, father. You gave me that black hair, and you were just pale: you gave me that straight back, and you became a hunchback; You gave me that steady pace, and all you left was stumbling. You gave me your best years, but you are getting old.

I look at your back, my nose is sour, and my tears are streaming down. An emotion called touching can't disappear in my heart for a long time.

As you go further and further, I rush to hug you and leave tears silently. I was moved by you and your selfless love.

I took your schoolbag, dragged the box to school, looked back at you and stood at the school gate. I thought: "Father, I am willing to turn my touch into strength and move forward on the road of life." I am willing to turn my emotion into strength and live up to your expectations.

Teacher's comment: Narrative can only infect and impress readers with true feelings. The biggest highlight of this article is that it is good at capturing the true feelings in life. The author described in detail the close-up of his father's back on his way back to school. The typical details of my father under the street lamp are more conducive to highlighting my father's ordinary but great image, real experience and real feelings and sincerely expressing his "love" for me. I was moved by this, the material is simple but true and natural.

Teachers and friends are an indispensable part of our growth. They help us when we are in trouble. When we are sad, it brings us joy; Comfort our hearts when we are in pain. They brought us endless touches.

When I was a child, I was often weak and sick, and I always had a fever and a cold, but I still didn't want to take injections and take medicine, and I couldn't get well.

Finally, once in class, I had a fever again. But I don't want teachers and classmates to know. So I lie prone on my desk, thinking about sticking to class. However, the teacher found me depressed. So he woke me up and asked me what was wrong. I stammered that I felt a little sick. So the teacher touched my head and said, "Oh, I have a fever."

The teacher and several classmates quickly helped me out of the classroom. I was in a daze, as if I tripped over something and fell down at once. The teacher quickly pulled me up and took me to the hospital by taxi. I called my mother again and fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found my mother and father at my bedside, taking care of me. I heard from my father yesterday that I had a fever of 40. Fortunately, the teacher and classmates sent me here in time. I feel a little scared when I hear this, but I am very grateful to my teachers and classmates.

In the evening, several classmates came to see me and looked at me. They were afraid that I would miss today's class, so they made a special trip to make it up for me. I was moved to tears. It was not until very late that these students came home, but my mood could not be calmed down for a long time.

Teacher, you are the beacon in our life, guiding the navigation mark for us, but like your mother, you care and care for us in every possible way.

Friends, you helped me when I was in trouble. You mean more to me than anything else. You will always be my good friends and brothers.

Teachers and friends, you are as important as relatives in my heart, and you have brought me infinite touch.

Gradually, it began to rain in the sky that was very low under the pressure of clouds. In desperation, I had to sit on the sofa and watch the raindrops as big as beans fall.

Because it was summer and it was raining harder and harder, I listened attentively, as if I could feel the clang of water drops hitting the ground. Everything was washed away by the rain, ripples appeared on the ground, and water drops fell from the eaves like a huge rain curtain. In less than ten minutes, the world seems to have changed.

Look, what is that? Through the rain curtain, I saw a spider hanging on the osmanthus tree in front of the window! Maybe the rain came too suddenly to weave the net vertically. Yes, it's really sudden. Even it has always been known as a rainy day announcer ... in short, this is not the point. Its task now is to erect a vertical net in the rain, otherwise, it will come to no good end.

At first I saw it swing to another branch like an ape, but how did it go so smoothly? Inadvertently, a drop of rain, which is huge for the spider, hit it hard. It was smashed and couldn't stand up anymore, but the firm belief in survival guided it to start again. After resting for dozens of seconds, it repeated the action it started. However, the sky is always like this, and at the moment when it is rippling in the air, another rain bead hits! The blow was fatal. The spider fell heavily to the ground and was drowned in the rain.

People often cannot overcome great disasters, and so can spiders. Despite our confidence and perseverance, everything is a foregone conclusion. We are not a weak spider to the disaster.

It's still raining, like a spider's funeral.

Wait a minute! What is that fast-moving black spot on the osmanthus tree? No ... yes, that's the spider. Nobody can believe it! The baptism of rain made it more tenacious, and it beautifully completed one action after another. Only now, setbacks have made it invincible. In a short time, a crisscross network appeared on the osmanthus tree to meet the challenge of wind and rain. At this time, it is not just a spider, but a hero of our entire biosphere!

Okumo! When I came to the osmanthus tree, the rain mixed with tears flowed through my face, and I was in awe of the life in front of me.

Touching topic composition 4 Turn out the photo album of memory, gently skim off every photo of memory with your fingertips, wipe off the faint dust on it, and my thoughts can't help flying to that day. ...

On a rainy evening, there was no tenderness in the sky, revealing a ferocious face. A series of pitiless sharp knives flashed across the sky coldly, and the deafening thunder also added messy accompaniment to this bleak night.

"Jingle bell ..." After school, the bell interrupted the students' thoughts in the classroom. After the teacher assigned the homework, the students walked out of the classroom one by one. They all left school in the pouring rain and in the warm arms of their parents. And I, my father is on a business trip, my mother goes to the hospital to take care of my sick grandmother, so I can only go home alone. Unfortunately, however, I didn't bring my umbrella. Helpless, I had to rush into the rainstorm with my schoolbag on my back.

It rained heavily and I was soaked to the skin. The speeding car splashed mud all over me from time to time, and I was as cold as a little pet in a cage in the thunder and lightning rain. Because of the heavy rain, I came to the door of a shop to take shelter from the rain. At this moment, a middle-aged man came out of the shop. He looked at me soaking wet and asked with gentle concern, "Little friend, didn't you bring an umbrella?" I looked at him with my eyes, looked at him helplessly and nodded. At this moment, he handed me the umbrella and said with a smile, "Here, you can use my umbrella!" " I was flattered and stammered, "But you gave me your umbrella." What do you do with it? "He said happily," nothing, my home is not far from here. I will arrive soon. Take it! " "I reached out my shivering hand and took the umbrella, and said gratefully," Thank you, uncle, you are really a good man! " "He said with a smile," go home quickly. Be safe on the road. Goodbye. "I waved to him and saw him put on his coat, looked at the cars on both sides and ran into the rain. Soon, his figure disappeared in the rain. Suddenly, a warm current flowed all over the body, so warm!

The photo album of memory is always increasing, and the photos of the years never stay, but he remains deeply in my memory.

Touching topic composition 5 Breeze blowing across the lake, rippling; Flowers sway with the wind, leaving a faint fragrance; The sun shines on the earth, leaving a trace of warmth for me, walking through the road of growth, leaving a trace of touch.

Standing by the swimming pool with my aunt, a burst of cheers has taken my thoughts away, fixed in last summer vacation.

On this day, it was too hot for people to move. Sweat flowed out when they moved. My aunt suggested going swimming. I immediately showed reluctance when I heard "swimming", but my aunt insisted. I can't beat her, so I have to go with her

Standing by the swimming pool, I looked at the people in the swimming pool. They seem to have a good time. But to me, that sound is like a "death warrant", which is frightening.

My aunt went swimming, and I sat there. The weather is unbearably hot. Looking at the happy people in the water, a voice came out of my heart: "It's so hot, let's go swimming!" " "I walked to the water's edge and regretted it as soon as my feet touched the water. I am a landlubber. What if I can't swim in the future? On second thought: drowning is better than death! So, I slowly moved to shallow water.

I slipped and fell into the water. I tried to stand up, but I choked after two sips of water. I wish someone could help me, but there is no one around. On second thought, no, you can't rely on others, you have to rely on yourself! I'm afraid of water, it will drown me, I can't be afraid of it, I want to conquer it!

I tried swimming and took another sip of water. I held my breath, my hands began to swing and my feet began to move. So, I relaxed and swam slowly.

My aunt saw me and swam over, as if she didn't believe her eyes and asked me, "Landlubber, how can you swim?" When I heard my aunt ask me, I stopped and said, "I just learned." Aunt was surprised, and then boasted, "Well, I swim well and dare to swim in deep water." I was surprised and looked around. The sign said "Deep Water Area", and I swam here before I knew it.

Thinking about tears began to surge, menstruation puzzled and asked, "Swimming is a good thing. Why are you crying? " "I can swim at last, and I am not afraid of water at last!" I answered loudly. Having said that, I suddenly felt relieved.

Tears flowed from my eyes. I overcame this difficulty and surpassed myself!

I looked at the swimming pool today with a touch of emotion. I am no longer afraid of people's cheers and go swimming with my aunt.

Being touched by others is beautiful, but being touched by yourself is a beautiful scenery of life!

Touching Topic Composition 6 Once when I came home from school, the sky suddenly darkened and a large dark cloud quickly swallowed up the blue sky. The leaves on the tree did not move, and the air was filled with a dull smell.

"It's going to rain," I muttered anxiously, speeding up my bike. Waves of cold air pierced my face like countless fine needles, as if through thick clothes, stinging every inch of my skin, and I couldn't help shivering.

At this time, a little boy in front was running by the road. Before I could brake, the car flashed past him like lightning. He was so scared that he fell to the side of the road that he couldn't even speak. I felt sick, so I suddenly braked and stopped. I quickly got off and helped him up. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be my little brother in the opposite building. I asked him nervously, "Liang Liang, I'm sorry, are you all right"? He rubbed his nose, Guo Huan, "oh! It's okay. "

The big stone in my heart was finally put down. "Do you want to go home? I'll give you a ride. " The little brother hesitated and didn't speak for a long time. I saw him look embarrassed, looked at the dark sky and said to him, "Get on the bus!" " It will rain. "He nodded his head. I will drive him home as soon as possible. At this moment, I thought: His mother must be waiting for him. I have to send him back quickly, or he will catch a cold in such a cold day. Thinking about it, a cold wind kept blowing, but I think this cold wind is not as cold as it was just now, but it has a special warmth and softness, as if the breath of flowers and leaves overflowed from that cold wind.

After a while, I went to his house, and his mother was surprised and happy. As she put him down from the bike, she said to me, "Fengfeng, thank you. Now you are really grown up!" " Looking at Zhang's distant back, I have mixed feelings in my heart.

At this time, the raindrops fell and swirled in my eyes, mixed with my tears. A voice in my heart has been telling me: at this moment, you have grown up, you have really grown up!