Touching topic composition

In ordinary daily life, people often come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. So, how to write a composition? The following are eight essays on moving topics that I have carefully arranged, hoping to help everyone.

I always think that happiness is always someone else's business, and I am a person who can't catch happiness. Happiness is really far away from me.

I have been looking for happiness, but what have I found? They are many unreachable goals. They are like conspicuous slogans, teaching me to be nervous all the time, worrying me and sighing me. How can there be happiness? It's a lot of chaos that keeps me from seeing the road ahead. Where can I find true happiness? I can't help thinking: maybe this is life. There are too many extravagant hopes and greed that run counter to happiness and deviate from the direction of pursuing happiness.

Confused, I got the answer I had been looking for from a friend. She told me: happiness is actually very simple, but there is always a heart that is good at moving and captures the moment when the soul vibrates. For her, happiness means that when she gets up in the morning, she can see grandma across the hall taking her pet dog for a walk outside. She said that she was moved by the indifference and leisure, and she felt a subtle sense of happiness from this touch. I can't help but suspect that this is also a kind of happiness, and such happiness is just ignored by me.

In this way, I never lack happiness.

When the breeze blows, the leaves move slowly, like a girl, showing their elegance and elegance, and I am moved by their sweetness and charm; Friends and relatives get together, temporarily forget the hard work of study and work, talk about practical things, and talk about home. That closeness and sincerity moved me; Shuttling through the troubles, listening to all kinds of advertisements, moving forward smartly, meaningless, regardless of other people's eyes, I was moved by that calmness and freedom.

It turns out that I have been touched. I have always been moved by happiness, but I lack understanding and perception of happiness, and I have never found it.

Happiness comes from moving, and moving comes from a keen heart. People who are good at capturing the details of life are truly intelligent and will become people with strong happiness. Happiness doesn't have to be full of joy. Happiness is sometimes just a little satisfaction and a little touch. If we are always chasing earth-shattering great happiness, when we really have great happiness, we don't have a keen heart to experience that kind of great happiness. If so, we can't experience real happiness.

People can be moved and happy. Put all our enthusiasm and all our emotions into life, care carefully, work hard, and the gratifying harvest will definitely belong to us. You will eventually find that happiness is actually a clever concentration. It will never escape. It will always come to us at a touching moment, and turn into the hottest and brightest sunshine with the most sincere touch, illuminating every lonely and dark corner in your heart and mine. ...

Touching topic composition 2 composition topic:

Have you ever been moved by the beautiful natural landscape? Have you ever been moved by exquisite works of art? Have you ever been moved by lofty spirit and great personality? Have you ever been touched by sincere affection, friendship and deep homesickness? Have you ever been moved by this masterpiece of ancient and modern poets and immersed in it? Please write an article on moving.

Requirements: ① Self-made topic ② The style is not limited, about 3,800 words.

Writing instruction:

As soon as people are born, their feelings and moods are affected by objective adverse environment and accidental events. Being moved is a reaction when people's feelings are impacted.

Candidates who want to write this article well need to start with materials, fully mobilize the accumulation of life, recall people or things, scenes or feelings that have touched us, and strive to select materials with rich connotations and worth chewing and pondering, and organize them into articles. In addition, on the basis of fully understanding the connotation of moving, we should choose a brand-new perspective to express our true feelings from a brand-new perspective. There are moving places everywhere in life, and only by being good at capturing them with your heart can you find the starting point of writing.

In terms of content, we can write great achievements as well as trivial matters. You can also write about the wonders of nature. But remember, what you write must be touching and you can communicate with readers with your heart. Let readers move, let life move, and let the world move.

Writing is both lyrical and argumentative. However, as the main framework of the article, organized materials must be the basis of lyricism and discussion, otherwise the feelings expressed and the theories discussed will become passive water and trees without roots, which will not only infect readers, but will make them bored. No matter what kind of expression is adopted, we should grasp the emotional tone, touch people with true feelings and touch people with profound thoughts.

In short, the content of the article meets the requirements as long as it can properly focus on the topic, explain the deep connotation of emotion and show positive value orientation.

Touching topic composition 3 Every time in the dead of night, I will think of my grandmother who is already in heaven, and my heart will be sad. I will have tears in my eyes, and I will never forget her kind smile.

Grandma loved me when she was alive. Whenever I am unhappy, she will touch my head and chat with me about everything in the world; When I was sick, her old man was particularly nervous, taking care of me day and night and comforting me. She didn't laugh until I was well, and grandma herself lost weight.

I like listening to grandma's story best. Grandma seems to have endless stories. Every story is so wonderful and interesting that I always listen to it with relish and linger in her mind. And grandma always hugged me happily and shouted "sweetheart". Whenever I think about it, I can't help crying.

I often travel with my grandmother to see the beautiful scenery of nature; I used to walk on the beach with my grandmother and enjoy the colorful clouds all over the sky. However, it is impossible now, so my grandmother who loves me left like this. How can it not be heartbreaking! I will never forget loving my grandmother.

Touching topic composition 4 The sunshine is always after the wind and rain, and there is a clear sky on the dark clouds. Cherish all the touches, and I will always be by your side. -inscription

Legend has it that when Nu Wa created a human being, the first thing that was sealed into the human body was moving. Please listen to nature! Listen to a grass spitting green in the gap, moving its tenacity; Listening to the drizzle moistens everything and touches its joy; Listen to the goshawk soaring in the sky and touch its freedom.

Listening to spring, a bug sucks grass and suddenly feels juicy. A child flies a kite and suddenly feels soaring. A person suffering from wind pain suddenly feels extremely comfortable and is moved to pout and whistle together, making the same sound-spring.

Listen to summer, frogs croak in the fields in the evening, storms rumble overhead, willows sway with the wind and dance with long sleeves. We were moved by the enthusiasm of summer.

Listening to the autumn, I was moved by the momentum of "Lonely sunset in Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * and one color in the sky" and "A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, leading poetry to Bixiao".

Listening to winter and touching the rich, quiet and clean world of an old man fishing in the cold river-snow always gives people a touching feeling.

I cherish the touch of the four seasons.

At home, after studying in the middle of the night, sending a cup of boiled water into the house is a sign of affection. When encountering setbacks, silently bless yourself behind your back. This is the spring of affection. When I succeed, I applaud myself, which is also a kind of affection. All these feelings are intertwined, which constitutes my caring, warm and happy family life.

In social life, the waiter's "Welcome", the conductor's "Wish you peace" and the teacher's "Try again next time" all contain care, love and unremitting waiting. I regard these feelings as pearls, pick up shells one by one and treasure them forever.

When I graduated, I reviewed my junior high school life in the fourth year. There are joyful, laughing and frustrated helpers, sketches and cross talks at New Year's Day parties, introspection and teaching at class meetings, bosom friends in the same trouble, and mutual assistance in learning. Just before I leave, I want to say "cherish the unforgettable junior high school life".

One side of the soil nourishes one side, and a leaf nourishes one side's feelings. We have experienced winter, cold, autumn wind, lofty, summer night, quatrains, spring tides and warmth. In this world, we are touched too much. We are glad that you came, but we don't have much to do. I hope everyone will remember "cherish all the touches, I will always be by your side."

Touching topic composition article 5 [topic design]

Touching is a deep shock, which stems from our pious adherence to responsibility, persistent pursuit of ideals and the widest love for life.

You must have experienced many touching things in your life. Please write a composition on the topic of "moving". Requirements: fill in the appropriate words on the horizontal line before writing a composition, no less than 600 words, regardless of style.

[writing instruction]

There are many reasons to move you. As long as you carefully observe and appreciate life, you will find that people are moved all the time. You are moved by others, and in turn you are moved by others. The content to be added on the horizontal line can be people, things or other things.

When examining this topic, we should pay attention to concretizing abstract feelings and vividly expressing a psychological experience as something that people can see and want. You can describe your own moving psychology, and you can also write about the reaction of others when they are moved; Or describe big events and capture small details; It can describe a touching story in all directions, and can also capture a scene, an action or even an expression in the story; You can write that others touched you, or you can write that you touched others.

When writing, we should pay attention to two situations: on the one hand, the deep philosophy of the word "moved" has not been excavated, and we just say "so-and-so, something moved me" or "I was moved" in general; On the other hand, talking about "I" in general is really touched, but it doesn't explain what I was touched, what impact these touches have on "I", what significance these impacts have on "I", and how my thoughts and ideas will change for this. Such an article seems vague and boring to read.

Writing is both lyrical and argumentative. However, as the main framework of the article, organized materials must be the basis of lyricism and discussion, otherwise the feelings expressed and the theories discussed will become passive water and trees without roots, which will not only infect readers, but will make them bored. No matter what kind of expression is adopted, we should grasp the emotional tone, touch people with true feelings and touch people with profound thoughts.

A ray of sunshine, through the clouds, through the wind, through the green leaves, hits you and stretches your figure for a long time ... The guest who has lived in my youth for a long time has already left silently, and I wonder if there are any footprints in your heart.

Remember the scene when we first met?

It was a Friday night, and it was our group's turn to do weekend cleaning. In order to stay away from the dusty narrow space, I resolutely undertook to carry mountains of garbage to the stinking corner outside the campus. This arduous and brave mission is an earthen roof covered with rotten meat and vegetables. Almost all the steps I walk are stained with blood, so that every time I walk here, I have to cover my eyes and climb up step by step by my intuition. Finally, I lost my footing and fell to the ground from above. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my arm. I didn't cry, I just shouted at the empty street, but there was no answer. I felt an unprecedented panic, trying to stand up and my legs collapsed. Just when I didn't know what was going on, a faint light hit my face. I looked in the direction of the light, and a light figure caught my eye.

It's you, our class flower,' why don't you go back so late?' Just when I was wondering, you came slowly, lifted me up from the ground and asked softly; Does it hurt? Let me take you to the hospital. You're seriously injured. I paused. I don't know how to answer. You smiled and helped me walk slowly on the road, drifting away. By the time we got to the hospital, the moon was already hanging in the sky, dotted with several stars. After you helped me to surgery, you borrowed the doctor's cell phone to call my family. I sat on the bench, looking at you in the corner, watching your busy figure for me, and there was an indescribable warm current boiling in my heart. A line of clear tears unconsciously dripped on my coat. I quickly wiped my tears with my sleeve, and my mouth kept smiling. In a short time, after you finished the phone call, you came up to me slowly and said to me gently. I have called your grandpa. He should come soon. Let me wait with you for a while.

Then he sat next to me, and I asked curiously; Aren't you worried about going back? Won't your parents blame you? You just said it lightly; That's all right. I'll explain it to them. The urgent task now is to let you have an operation quickly and let you recover as soon as possible. Hearing this sentence, tears moistened my eyes and cheeks again, I said gratefully; Thank you. You just smiled and then you were silent. This quiet atmosphere seems to last for a long time. It seems that only for a moment, my grandfather rushed to the hospital, and you don't know when to leave quietly.

It is precisely because of this touching experience that we have become good girlfriends who talk about everything. From school uniforms to wedding dresses, we know each other and fall in love with each other. Unfortunately, the reality is still too cruel. After all, we separated, and we haven't met again.

I have self-knowledge, and I know that I can't accompany you from moss to dusk, but I still hope that the emotions in this youth can accompany us for a long time, so long that I forget time and everything.

Touching topic composition 7 The feeling of love is always sweet. The first time you gave me a rose, there was only one, but it had to drop brilliantly. The flower didn't tremble in your hand. You blushed and said we should go out for a walk together. You are in front, smiling excitedly. I bowed my head and followed you, silently counting the beautiful and attractive petals. Holding hands for the first time is inevitably a little shy and excited. My palms are soaked with sweat, but my heart is full of happiness. Love is going on, and it is even more touching when holding hands, especially when I get off work in winter. When I saw my thin body shivering in the cold wind, you trotted up and held my hand tightly, warm and powerful, and that kind of touch would be transmitted to the whole body as quickly as possible. In spring, the sun is shining, the green is dazzling and the flowers are overflowing. We walked hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder. You gently held my hand and joked humorously all the way. A tall and handsome figure is my god. I worship high hopes, and my handsome face is radiant with sunshine and happiness.

Thirst, magically take out a bottle of sweet mineral water from behind, as clear as your eyes. Strangely, the same water didn't taste so cold later. Tired, whisper, have a rest, don't want to tire my angel out, my heart is full of sweetness, like eating honey. In your eyes, I am a beautiful, pure and sacred princess, and I can't tolerate any fatigue and injury. At that time, your tone was full of tenderness, care and love, and happiness was slowly secreted into your body. I think, in front of this naive and sincere man with a little bad temper, maybe, you are my God-given prince. Although you are not a white horse, I will follow him happily all my life, even if I wander.

When we are in two cities, I will miss you day and night, go to work, get off work, dream and wake up thinking, worrying about whether you are doing well enough, whether you miss me more and more, and whether you will miss me so deeply when you miss you the most. I believe that the tacit understanding between lovers will always give me a love signal when I miss you most, you know? I will be happy all day, and my friends will laugh at me for being stupid. I think it should be stupid. I will pay attention to every word you say, and remember your favorite colors, favorite dishes, clothes sizes, shoe styles, what you like to do on weekends and what you don't like to do. You said that boys also have the greatest fear, that is, losing my news, even for an hour, I am happy to lean on your shoulder. You said that women are naturally the most impressionable animals. Although I have repeatedly opposed Bo, I know that I am really touched by you a little.

I care about you so much that even my breath needs your shadow to be smooth, just because of love. You will call to say good night in the middle of the night, but the mobile phone in your hand can't fit down, so after a short silence, we will all laugh out loud, then hide in the quilt and hold the mobile phone until dawn, and then fall asleep with a happy smile. You will be the first to bless me on the morning of my birthday. I will remember that I am one year older, and you will give me some gadgets on casual days. You said you knew I liked it. You said you would accompany me for life, take care of me, love me and protect me. I would be moved to tears every time.

Time has passed, but the original thoughts gradually fade away, while the thoughts that burn to the deepest part of the soul are increasing day by day. There is almost no time to feel nature and sunshine, because our work is very hard. You will accompany me all weekend, quietly reading books and listening to music at home until the sun sets, emitting infinite beautiful light. What you say is beautiful, easy and economical, and your mouth is shallow and strange. No matter how late or tired, I always say good night and go to bed. I know, actually you are very tired. You will cook my favorite dish on the day of the party and buy shoes that suit me on special days. There will be no small surprise. You said it was all spiritual luxury, just look at it. You don't have to buy them. I will pretend to be angry in the future, but my heart is still beautiful. I think there is some truth in what you said. When you encounter everything, happy and sad, the first thing that comes to mind is to share it with you, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable all over.

When I am on a business trip, I will put the phone to my ear, always eager to see your greetings before I can sleep peacefully. After a long time, your bad temper will come out After the quarrel, I will cry every time I am wronged. He got angry and immediately took me into his arms. His eyes were full of pity, but I still hit him in the chest. Every time I surrender, I will shout that women's natural weapons are terrible, cry grievances, and cry all over the place, which makes me laugh and forget that tears are still hanging all over my face. There are also many times when I will be angry for a long time and refuse to call each other, because it means that whoever says it first will give up. Every time I press the familiar number that I can recite in my dreams when I am asleep, I just don't have the courage to dial it again and again. I'm sure you are, too. In fact, my anger has long since vanished. Finally, I couldn't help it myself. After being connected and silent, your apologies and warmth will rush into our hearts. In a blessing, we walked on the red carpet and had our own home. Although small and simple, it is full of warmth. We buy vegetables, do housework, read books and occasionally watch a boring movie together.

I like hiding behind the door and quietly watching your concentration and seriousness when cooking. I like to see his tall figure standing in the small bathroom with a bright apron and clumsily washing clothes. Complicated housework can also make you happy to knock out the most beautiful and harmonious pots and pans. In the first two years, we hardly quarreled about who did the housework. Instead, I quarreled with the other family several times. You said that there is nothing to argue about when a family arrives, which means that the family will collapse at any time. Time can erase a person's horn. Because of marriage, we have to bear each other's responsibilities. Sincerity and kindness have always been the umbrella of our love. Our breath has long been combined in the air, and no one can do without it. In fact, we all regard each other as close relatives.

When you are sick, you will be more anxious than me. When the doctor gave me an injection, you hurt more than I did, and your eyes were full of tears. After the bonus is paid out, you will be cruel enough to buy the coat I have long wanted but can't bear to buy as a gift, and you will still wear the old coat from the year before last to survive the cold winter. On your wedding anniversary, you will buy a lot of snacks that I like to eat, saying that you will coax me into having a lovely daughter like me. I complain that it is not romantic enough, and there is no candlelight dinner. You laughed and said that those scenes were all movies. When I open my eyes on my birthday, you will smile and print a warm and sweet kiss. In the evening, you will give me a big cake and prepare a big meal for me, but I always remember that you are one year older under your repeated hints. On Valentine's Day, I want you to send me many roses and fragrant chocolates. You said the place where you bought roses was crowded like a vegetable market. Because I was weak, I couldn't squeeze in at all, and finally I reluctantly bought a small and delicate chocolate. I laughed that your seven-foot man became "fragile", you know?

Your meanness used to make me angry, but you said that too many calories in chocolate would make you fat and your body secretly pleased. You gently move a piece into my mouth, and the thick sweetness permeates our world. Life is still ordinary and calm, without ups and downs, and there is no sorrow and pain where you will go. The touch you gave was magnified many times in your heart. When a man touches a woman a little, love will be unforgettable and deeply rooted in her heart. In the third year of marriage, our elf fell to the ground. The surprise and clumsiness of being a new father made our son always cry and yell at you, you know? On the day the child was born, you jumped higher than yourself, holding a mobile phone and carrying a communication spirit to report the good news. You laughed like a Tathagata and your mouth flew. This image is really indecent. When your son was one year old, one day, you held him high on your shoulder, only to be drenched in hot urine, but you happily said that it was his baptism.

At this point, my son is closest to you. You said it was because my son called out his father first. My son is like you in many ways, including his expression and movements. You said it was your most outstanding work. I envy the tacit understanding between you and your son.

Now our marriage has gone through seven years of itching, and we have crossed those impulsive years. Love is mixed with indestructible affection. The more mature and steady you are, the more serene and calm your face will become. Every time you see an innocent son holding his father's arm and clamoring for a story, your gentle and quiet expression is full of love. Father and son lean their heads together and stick together tightly. Under the warm orange light, it is the most beautiful picture of happiness in the world. We are smiling and calm in ordinary life. Countless pieces of love will always surround me and warm me in the loneliest night. I am a happy woman with the most beautiful fairy tale love in the world. You touched me one by one, slowly weaving into the most beautiful love songs, so that the warmest and harmonious light will illuminate my heart from now on. Because of you, because of love, because of home, I am no longer lonely and afraid of panic when darkness strikes.

The power of maternal love is infinite, and whenever I see this kind of love, I will be extremely moved.

One day, I watched TV at home. On TV, a mother bear took her newborn three children to the river to practice fishing. Inadvertently, two little bears were washed away by the river. The mother bear quickly put the remaining cubs on the river to chase the two bears that were washed away. But the current was very fast, and soon, the two bears in the river disappeared. Mother bear returned to her original place sadly, only to find that her little bear on the river bank was killed by another big bear. Mother bear was so sad that she cried with the bitten bear in her arms. Although it knew that the bear was dead, it continued to put the bear on its nipple, trying to wake the bear and eat some of its milk. Fortunately, in a short time, the two bears that were washed away came back. Mother bear is very happy to find her two children. As an animal bear, she was sad when she lost her child, and she was happy when the child came back. Mother Bear's maternal love is so direct and concrete.

In our life, there are also many touching things about maternal love. For example, TV said that there was a big earthquake in a city. In the ruins of the earthquake, there was a woman holding a baby. A few days passed, the woman had no breast milk, and the child cried with hunger. There is no way, the mother bites her finger and feeds the child with the blood flowing out of her finger. After reading this story, I was very moved.

I also have a mother who loves me very much. Her love for me is selfless and great. No matter how old I am, no matter where I go, I will always feel that maternal love is by my side.