What a touching composition at the beginning and end! !

There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching. Touched, can't be booked or extravagant, it always touches your heart inadvertently. It is this gentle touch that makes many heroes cry and many prodigals turn back; It is this gentle touch that shows so many joys and sorrows in the world, which is unforgettable.

People's lives have been touched many times, and we are constantly moved. Don't doubt, because we are not pretending to be sad, but really expressing our feelings, although worldly things have blurred things around us, although such feelings have become less and less. However, our life needs something like touching, such as the shining stars in the night sky, to light up the world. So we need ...

Touching composition begins and ends, short touching, more and more half-hearted tall buildings, and less and less space.

More and more indifferent, less and less warm.

However, moving is to interpret the connotation of human nature in a light but moving way.

There are tears in the inscription, and I still feel full.

I opened the window in the morning, watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf, and talked to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved.

I was moved by walking in the evening, watching the sunset and savoring Li Shangyin's artistic conception of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night".

Touched, it ignited the fragrance of spiritual home and haunted people's lives.

While the times are developing and the economy is developing at a high level, has our spiritual home been deserted? Have we missed a corner of our hearts? In a hurry, how many people stop to listen to their inner voices? Most people are too rough in life and gradually become indifferent.

The streets of Manhattan, new york are busy with traffic.

A little girl stood under the tree and refused to leave.

People were surprised to find that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural substitute.

People who lack emotion are not real people.

There is no real development in a society without emotion.

It lacks humanistic nutrients and can only go desolate in the end.

How long has it been since we were touched by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness and Hugo's grandeur.

How long has it been since we were moved by those noble people? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun in winter for the people; Wen Tianxiang, who sowed the lofty righteousness of "Life is short and no one dies, leaving a fresh heart to shine on history"; Looking at Su Wu, a man three thousand miles away alone ... moving is not a simple tear, nor is it superficial sadness.

Touching is a humanistic spirit and a spiritual voice between people.

In today's highly developed material, where does our spiritual road lead? Learn to move.

When one heart is no longer far away from another, our society will be warmer.

When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious.

"In order to see the sunshine, I came to this world.

"balmont won't impress us? The faint fragrance comes to the nose, and our material home and spiritual home will be full of enduring flowers, towards the distant.

About the beginning and end of touching composition: bits and pieces of life, scenes ... I believe there are things worth remembering and moving ... Walking into the corridor of years, browsing the photo albums of life and reliving the moments that touched me ... End: The moments of those scenes will make people fall into that touching net ... touching the softest corner of my heart and reminding me of infinite memories.

After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze.

Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like heartbreaking snow.

Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world.

Ruthless.

My friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life! ...

What a touching composition at the beginning and end! ! There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching.

Touched, can't be booked or extravagant, it always touches your heart inadvertently.

It is this gentle touch that makes many heroes cry and many prodigals turn back; It is this gentle touch that shows so many joys and sorrows in the world, which is unforgettable.

People's lives have been touched many times, and we are constantly moved. Don't doubt, because we are not pretending to be sad, but really expressing our feelings, although worldly things have blurred things around us, although such feelings have become less and less.

However, our life needs something like touching, such as the shining stars in the night sky, to light up the world.

So we need ......

The touching composition around me has a glass at the beginning and end, which contains large and small ones; Red and green things.

That's my bittersweet recording chip. I randomly took a small piece from it and inserted it into the wave of memory-I was very playful when I was a child.

There is a river near the school. The water is especially clear and green.

In summer, there are many fish and shrimp in the river.

Lobsters, in particular, are either slightly floating on the water or vaguely hidden in the grass.

That big lobster is also easy to bite, two or three at a time.

Looking at the expression and joy of my friends, I was also itching and joined the shrimp fishing team.

Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on it and fell into the river.

I was flopping about in the water, shouting-a teacher happened to pass by, and he rushed down the beach without taking off his clothes, rushed into the water and dragged me ashore.

I don't know whether I was shocked by falling into the water or I was young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, but I was unmoved-I was still so playful in primary school.

Tireless during the day, sleeping deeply at night, often unable to get up in the morning.

In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in a hurry.

At noon, my stomach naturally sang an uncomfortable "Empty City Plan", and my classmates almost made my mouth water with relish.

At this time, the head teacher will always take out half the rice in her box and let me share it with her.

Strangely, teachers always eat very little, but they always say they are full.

I don't know why.

Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I was still unmoved-when I was in middle school, faced with the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden, I had no choice but to say goodbye to fun.

I am immersed in the ocean of books and topics every day.

The teacher is also very tight, often with one front leg and one rear leg.

I have a strong nature. In order to make my grades not too embarrassing, I really never tire of learning and asking questions.

As soon as I am free, I will consult my teacher.

Sometimes even the teacher has to be caught eating.

Teachers often put down their jobs at once, wipe the sweat from their foreheads and patiently give me answers.

Maybe it's the pressure of studying, or maybe I'm busy squeezing time. In the face of the teacher's slightly tired face, I am still unmoved-the senior high school entrance examination is coming soon. In order to climb the heavy wooden bridge, I have worked harder, which is simply forgetting to eat and sleep.

Once, I fell asleep in English class.

Strangely, the teacher was beside me, and even more strangely, she didn't wake me up.

After class, she just whispered, "You'll catch cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the bangs blowing in the breeze, my eyes-the wheel of memory stopped turning, my thoughts were pulled back to reality, and my face had a cool and salty feeling. Is this moving? ! This is very touching. ...

I am anxious about the touching ending of the composition! 1. Head: dribs and drabs, bumps and scenes in life ... I believe there are things worth remembering and moving ... Walking into the gallery of years, browsing the photo albums of life, reliving the moments that touched me ... Ending: The moments of those scenes will make people fall into that touching net ... and touch the softest corner of my heart. From simplicity to annoyance ... there is always the process of that experience, which is deeply imprinted on it and indelible ... from immaturity to maturity, I am no longer that naive little girl (naughty boy) ... Tail: I reviewed that journey again along the way, which made me grow.

3. Head: When I was a child, there is a sharp contrast now.

Immature and naive, mature and sensible, naughty and naive, walking carefully ... tail: the feeling of growing up is different from before. After the comparison, it seems that the sign of maturity has been painted with a bright color ... 4. Head: Being reasonable is a human being, no, it is a sign that a good boy should have ... Tail: Recalling your previous ignorance, you really should reflect on it and be a reasonable person.

5. Head: Is the appearance of things in the world enough to judge whether a person or a thing is beautiful or ugly? Why do you see it? Visible is that a person or thing is beautiful or ugly, which may be related to his natural appearance; However, the beauty and ugliness of a person or thing depends more on the inner nature and quality ... through these two things, I am convinced that beauty and ugliness are so! 6. Head: Everyone, anything, maybe pride comes from their success; But behind the joy, more is their efforts ... conclusion: I yearn for success, and I firmly believe that this requires my efforts! ! Instead of blindly imagining with bare hands ... 7. Head: Life is hard to come by, and for this reason, meaningful value and unforgettable can give it colorful colors on the screen ... End: meaningful value and unforgettable make my life no longer boring.

I realized that life is tasteless: ups and downs.

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Not suitable for yourself. Find another way.

The beginning and end of touching compositions are touching everywhere.

We are moved by the new buds of grass in spring and its tenacious vitality; We are moved by the blooming of lotus in summer and its pure heart; Our parents' white hair and what they did to us moved us.

A rainy morning will also make me feel as boring as outside the window.

Maybe it's adolescence. My temper is getting worse and worse, and people are getting more and more rebellious.

These days, I often quarrel with my parents, sometimes just for a little thing.

I was pressured by studying for five days last night, and I couldn't wait to come to the computer to relax myself.

Not long after playing, my mother came in: "Go and do your homework.

""I'll write it later. I'll type first.

""You don't listen to me now? I know you have your freedom when you grow up, but you should study hard first! Are you going or not? No, I turned off the computer.

"So, I had to turn off the computer, came to the desk, listlessly began to do my homework.

"You see, here and there, how is everything wrong?" "Not careful.

"I answered lightly.

"Not careful? Redo! Add more.

"I finally broke out, unable to contain my emotions:" homework! Homework? Why only homework? ！” Then, there was another "war".

At night, late at night, I gently pushed open the door and walked to my parents' bedside. I can't bear to disturb their sleep. I looked intently and saw only a few strands of old white hair.

Although my parents have mentioned my white hair for a long time, what touches me most is now.

Careful care when I am sick, sincere encouragement when I fail, and earnest teaching when I am proud ... There are many, many scenes flashing in front of my eyes, condensed on wisps of white hair.

At this time, I regret, regret my rebellion, regret my incomprehension, and regret quarreling with my parents.

Back to my room, I sat at my desk, thinking about what moved me and feeling that I suddenly grew up.

A word suddenly popped up in my mind-home! It is home, a place full of deep love, which touched me, enlightened me, made me grow up and made me feel happy! Shun, one of the five emperors in ancient times, was the son of Youyou.

I have been filial to my parents since I was a child.

His father is an honest and kind farmer.

Shun's biological mother died when she was a teenager. Shun's father, Gu Sou, was blind, but he was said to be a musical genius.

He married a second wife, who was rough and fierce.

Shun's mother often speaks ill of his father because of her poor family.

She gave birth to a son named elephant.

Elephants grow up to be cruel, overbearing, arrogant, unreasonable, and often arrogant and disrespectful to their fathers.

Only by being consistent, not complaining, obeying parents as usual, caring more for my brother and guiding him to turn over a new leaf.

This extraordinary filial piety touched the sky.

When Shun plowed the fields at the foot of the mountain, the gods helped him. And the god bird helps mow the grass.

At that time, Emperor Yao heard that Shun was filial, so he sent nine waiters to serve Zhuo and his wife, and married his daughters E Huang and Nv Ying to Shun in recognition of his filial piety.

Later, Yao also gave way to Shun.

People praised Shun for changing from a commoner to an emperor simply because of his filial piety.

Later generations have a poem: the team ploughs the spring elephant, and the ploughing birds are one after another; When Yao ascended the throne, Xiaogan moved his mind.

Autumn is a bit thick, and the light of life takes away the last soul of the leaves.

It has no regrets, no regrets about this short journey-it drifted down weakly-this is a funeral and a gratitude for leaving.

-inscription has entered the late autumn, the weather is slightly cool, and there are still a few scattered dewdrops on the grass leaves in the morning.

People who yearn for warmth and beauty have already moved away, and even the animals living here have enough food to prepare for a long dream of spring-the river is quiet and only the river is rippling.

I stared at the tree on the bank of the river, the tree that wrote down the vicissitudes of life, and for an instant, I felt that time had forgotten it.

The wind on the expedition passed quietly, and a few yellowed twilight leaves fell and danced silently-spinning and jumping.

I wonder if anyone has observed that every leaf always dances up and down when it falls, just like its contradictory heart.

It deeply loathes to give up the world.

It decided to slowly throw it at the root of the tree and didn't care.

It only takes 7 seconds for a leaf to fall off and land.

It kissed the roots, kissed its mother and raised its mother.

The sun shone on the sand around it, stirring up a few pieces of dust, and wanted to hold a simple funeral for it.

The sentence "Leaves fall to their roots" must be very good

When it landed without regret, I was moved.

The spirit of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud can protect flowers more" moved me.

So is Ye. What about us? How many people benefit us on weekdays, do we feel it? Even if we realized it, did we take action? When life comes to an end, the fallen leaves choose to use their bodies to provide nutrition for their roots and contribute to the new life in the warm sun in the coming year.

Its life is short, but it is valuable.

The scene of fallen leaves returning to their roots lingered in my mind for a long time, that touching moment.

Leaves just grow and fall along the path prescribed by nature, some people will think so-but the creator will not make anything for no reason.

To some extent, are we not as good as falling leaves?

Touch the beginning and end of the composition? Butterflies danced and were moved by the blooming flowers; Tears filled my cheeks and I was moved by the exciting victory.

My heart was deeply moved by the motherly love of stray cats! There are many cats in the yard of my dormitory. These cats used to be pets of others.

When the owner bought a new house and moved away, he abandoned these domestic cats like garbage. They became homeless stray cats and often picked up leftovers in the trash can in the yard.

One of the Persian cats, white plush, blue eyes, gentle and lovely. It seems to have become an old cat. Every day, it will come to my door to beg.

I specially bought cat food for it and fed it several times a day.

After feeding for several months, I didn't expect it to be pregnant with a kitten and become a "pregnant woman". In order to increase its nutrition, I also fed it my own ham sausage.

A week before I was born, it always dialed my door, trying to come in and making strange noises, which seemed a little sad.

A cat wanted to find a "delivery room" before giving birth to a baby, and it chose my home.

But for various reasons, we can't keep a cat at home, so we have to build a nest for it from a corner behind the building.

A few days later, it successfully gave birth to four kittens in that cat nest.

The weather was unpredictable, but it rained heavily the next day and the cat's nest was washed away by the rain. It was very cold that day and the north wind roared.

I was worried about the kitten when I heard the cat's eager cry at the door. Open the door and have a look, ah! The old cat has a black kitten in its mouth. The old cat cried sadly. It must want to move the cat and children in for shelter from the rain. I was at a loss. It really hurts to see them being rained, and I am also moved by the mother's love of cats.

I have to go out and clean the bird's nest. After their home was rebuilt, I took the kitten back. On the way to the cat's nest, the mother cat followed me all the time.

After settling them down, I went home safely.

However, after more than ten minutes, there was a meow at the door. When I opened the door, the old cat came again with a kitten in its mouth. I saw the kitten shivering with cold after being wet by the rain.

The old cat barked at me while protecting the kitten.

At that moment, my eyes were moist.

I forgot so much, so I quickly brought the kitten in and put it in a warm small paper box.

As if grateful, the old cat let out a low cry to me and hurried back to the cat's nest.

Five minutes, ten minutes ... The old cat was as busy as a bee and finally brought all the kittens. She was soaked in the rain.

I took it into my house and held it in my arms. I named it "* * *".

* * * The family huddled in a small box. The kitten hasn't opened her eyes yet, snuggling up to the mother cat and eating her milk comfortably. This scene is really touching and unforgettable.

This kind of affection and care, which originated from the primitive animal kingdom and has no utility, will touch human beings living in a highly civilized and materialistic world? I hope I can help you, please adopt it.

The touching composition at the end of life is like a trip. The success and failure of this life will only be appreciated when you look back at the end. The beautiful roadside scenery I have walked through in my life has been deeply imprinted in my heart, and one of the memories that moved me is hidden in the depths of my memory and can't be forgotten for a long time.

Let's share the joy of success, the mood of flying, the warmth of a bean candle, the romance of a piece of music, the beauty of a flower, and every move in life ... There is a saying that is well said: "People are moved because they live in love.

"Love is everywhere in life, and moving is everywhere.

Rodin once said: "The event is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery.

"We should not only pay attention to the results, but should not care about the bits and pieces that make up our lives. Therefore, the more moved we are, the more hopeful we will be.

The road is at your feet, and hope is ahead. Collecting those small touches will become your life's wealth.

The true feelings are accompanied by the heart, and the dribs and drabs of life, as long as you have the heart, you will find the beauty of the world.

Learn to be moved, and beauty will fill your life.

Give me a touching beginning and end of the composition, 1. Touching is a sudden surge of waves in the sea, and that surge is a shock to people's hearts! Touching is still a quietly falling leaf, and only the extraordinary in the ordinary is more likely to make people moved! Touching is a sunny day after rain, because people will always see more beautiful things when they are touched! 2. Touching is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in the cold winter; Touching is a clear spring, which makes your emotions pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.

Touching is a warm topic at the end of the year and a vigorous force at the beginning of the new year.

Speaking of touching, there are quite a few people who touched us this year. The first thing that comes to mind is.

3. What is moving? Someone told me that my mother's bowl of hot porridge was moving when you were studying hard under the lamp at night; When your heart is lonely and gloomy, the greetings from friends on the phone are touching; When you drift home, the figure of the lover waiting in front of the platform is moving; When I was hospitalized, my friends' visits and greetings were touching. When you encounter difficulties in life, the warm hand extended by an unrelated stranger is touching.

4, tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf ... There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love.

"I really realized the meaning of this sentence.

There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching, which can't be booked and can't be longed for. It always touches the heart gently in a casual moment and is remembered in the heart. People's lives have been touched many times, and they are constantly moved. Don't doubt, because moving is a true emotional expression. Although worldly things blur the things around us, although such feelings have become less and less, we need them in our lives. Touching is like shining stars in the night sky, illuminating the whole world. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. We should learn to be moved and let it warm our hearts. Moved like a clear spring; Moved by the intoxicating warm wind; Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Learn to be moved, and our hearts will become pure, bright, quiet and peaceful. Let's walk with touching! With true feelings, as long as you have the heart, you will find the beauty in the world. Learn to be moved, and beauty will fill your life. Touched, just like a pair of hands, it touches my heartstrings all the time. People's lives have been touched many times, and they are constantly moved. Don't doubt, because we are not pretending to be sad, but showing our true feelings. There is a long-lost experience called moving. You can't book or expect too much. It always touches your heart in a casual moment. Touched, everywhere. Moved, all the time, let our hearts be moved by these tiny lives; Let feelings precipitate in your heart, and let feelings sublimate in precipitation; Let the sublimation touch be stored again! ...

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