I started writing at that moment.

In daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are the touching compositions I collected for you at that moment for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

I was moved at that moment, composition 1 I had beriberi for a long time, which was very uncomfortable ... At noon, my feet began to itch again. It is really impossible not to scratch them. I'd rather be cut by a mat than endure a temporary itch. Friends are quietly doing their own things, some are reading, some are lying thinking, and some are sleeping. In this quiet environment, the ugly sound made by my feet on the bed is really discordant, but I can't stop, I can't stop, I itch again, and I start grinding again, making ugly sounds! Life is worse than death!

"ah!" Finally, I let out a sad cry with tears in my eyes, "My feet itch!" " I know there will be no result in this life, because everyone is still young and ignorant of medicine, but they still care about it and say, "Why don't you go to the infirmary ..." No, your concern is enough. I thought while grinding my feet. My classmate who suddenly slept in my lower bunk said, "I seem to have a bottle of ointment ..." Then he got up and looked in the cupboard. I am in a hurry. I applied for medicine for two months in the summer vacation, but it didn't work. It's a waste to let me take the medicine again. So I quickly said, "No, no!" She didn't listen to me, so she quickly handed me the ointment and said with a smile, put it on, mint-flavored, cool. Last time I put it on, it stopped itching. He said, put the medicine in my hand. I had nothing to say, so I thought of an excuse. During the summer vacation, I used a cotton swab to wipe the medicine. Now I have no tools, so I can only wipe them by hand. That's disgusting! Hearing this, she was a little anxious. She just stood by the bed, holding the railing by my bed with both hands, and her nostrils suddenly swelled up, which startled me at once. "What are you doing?" Suddenly scared my pet phrase out. I saw her solemnly say, "Shit!" What about wiping it with your hands? Wash it after you wipe it! Hand, it knows feet best. Maybe it will be fine after this time. If you want me to put it here, you can wipe it. I'm going to bed ... "Then I slipped away. I sat on the bed and stared at the medicine bottle. Shit? Don't wipe Wipe your hands clean. It knows feet best.

The ointment is mint-flavored, and it really doesn't itch when applied to feet. That kind of cool feeling reaches deep into my heart and warms me with a phrase "hands know feet best".

In fact, isn't a friend just like the relationship between hands and feet? We help each other, care about each other, and share weal and woe. At a certain moment, the warm current welled up in my heart, and I suddenly found a moving moment.

With hands and feet, things may not be perfect. But my world is perfect with you, my friend.

At that moment, the wind was rustling, the rain was falling, and the tears were sweating.

Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, long friendship spilled in my heart, moved by self-slimming.

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"We will be together forever!"

After fighting for 28 minutes and 33 seconds, stand at 4. We cried under the 2-meter wall, but we laughed more happily than anyone else. The slogan we shouted out-it is like a little flower that has experienced hardships before it landed quietly in everyone's heart on August 1st.

The time axis is gradually reversed, and the 6 1 face under the wall is still clear. Climbing over the escape wall, the "finale" handed down by other students, kicked off in the rain. After a series of "tacit training" warm-up, everyone's face is full of confidence. God "cares"-it's our turn to pay attention to the projects that coincide with the light rain. The walls are slippery, the roads are muddy, the clothes are already soaked, and the body is shivering with cold-can an untimely autumn rain stop the enthusiasm of Bayi?

Move it. The crowd gave way to an aisle, and a group of boys stood silently against the wall in a row and plunged into it. Awe and perseverance-my shoulders are wide enough and my foundation is strong enough! Hurry up, time is running out! The crowd hesitated-will the shoulder hurt? Can you hold on?

Trust me!

The first man stepped on it.

The crowd is boiling, hands held high and toes stood on tiptoe! Keep going, don't let them fall! Up again, up again, a pair of hands, holding up the life force of Bayi! A pair of anxious eyes are slightly red, and there is a layer of crystal water mist in the haze, which intersects with the rain and flows freely on the face. One meter, two meters, four meters! "Come on" is what I shouted at the top of my lungs. Hold up, climb over and land with your feet! The blushing face is filled with the glory of the first winner!

In the rain and the rustling wind, there is no so-called gap, and one hand holds hands tightly in front of us. How painful is the shoulder being stepped on and how sour is the hand being pulled? Nobody knows. Teeth creaked, face flushed, eyebrows twisted into a ball, painful and tired, only screaming in pain; The veins stood out on my hands, and I was shivering, stormy and sweaty. My shoulders and hands were the true feelings of friendship.

The wind raised my smile and flowed gently. I looked up at the infinite struggle of Class Eight One on the wall and quietly moistened my eyes.

Touched at that moment, the composition was 30,000 miles clear, Wan Li was cloudless and clear as jasper, and it was another beautiful Saturday. Dad was driving, and in a short time, we arrived at grandparents' house.

A hen led a group of chicks past me. The hen, wearing a pale yellow coat, bent over and lowered her head, walked in front of a group of chickens, looking for food with rapt attention, as if to find out all the food around her and give it to her babies. A group of lovely chicks followed the hen mother slowly, twittering and learning to find food from the hen mother. You see, those two golden chickens are in front of a small pit, and then peck the grass next to them with their mouths; Dig with two small claws for a while; Then I take a leisurely walk. A colorful chicken looks around with two curious little eyes. There are some pale yellow chicks running around the hen as if playing hide-and-seek. Seeing this loving family, I couldn't help laughing, my heart was warm and I was immersed in their beautiful world.

Suddenly, the sky was overcast and several lightning flashes. After a while, it rained and splashed on the ground. I quickly ran into the house to hide from the rain. At this moment, a quick "giggle" sound got into my ear. When I looked back, the chickens were running towards it with their mother's assembly list. The hen has already spread her wings, her eyes are bulging, her feet are pedaling hard on the ground, and she runs to the babies with all her strength. The wind roared, blowing the branches everywhere, and the dust and stones on the ground flew everywhere, hitting them like knives. Heavy rain lashed its body like countless whips. Suddenly, it slipped and fell heavily. "Oh, no!" My heart seems to be pulled by something. I saw that it was a carp and stood up quickly. Its fluffy light yellow hair has been drenched into deep yellow, mixed with sand and even become a ball, tightly attached to the body, shivering in the cold wind. He looked at his baby affectionately, like a soldier who survived the war, one step, two steps … finally, he came to his child. The chicken happily hid under its mother's wings, and the brothers and sisters who were like a family finally reunited safely. At this time, a chicken was squeezed out. The hen looked at it with loving eyes, tried her best to spread her wings and carefully moved it under them. My heart gave a sudden shock and my eyes were moist. ...

Love can be owned not only by human beings, but also by animals. The hen propped up a sky for the chicks with her own body, and that scene will always be printed in my heart.

Moved at that moment, composition 4 Buddhism has a cloud: "A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi." Isn't life like this? A flower, a cloud, a hello and a thank you make us feel comfortable and broad-minded.

People can always look at the world and life through some small things. These things are like microscopes. Infinitely magnified, they become the epitome of life. As the saying goes, "a leaf falls to know autumn, and a flower blooms to see spring."

Many people have this experience and feeling: walking in the street, watching the people coming and going, smiling at each other, very comfortable, hamburgers in the window, beautiful T-shirts, smiling waiters, all moved us; Riding to the suburbs, I saw clear water and blue sky, smoke curling up, and the old farmers who worked silently had a special flavor. How beautiful and poetic these moments are. Let's listen to happy songs and see the beauty of the world. All this is true and natural, and no reason is needed.

I have seen such an advertisement: a girl is running happily under the blue sky after a rainy day, a car passes by the waterlogged road, splashing a large splash, and passers-by quickly picks up the little girl and smiles at the driver ... The last slogan is "Harmonious society, start with me." What does this show us? People live in harmony and enjoy themselves. In today's harmonious society, we need each of us to actively do everything around us, move ourselves and serve everyone. After running in the morning, pick up the garbage under your feet and straighten the warning signs on the roadside when you leave at night. These moments are beautiful and harmonious.

The sea is made up of water drops, the mountains are made up of earth and stone, and social harmony is a collection of instant touches. We don't have to worry about war, bicker over differences, or be depressed by anxiety. As long as we have a grateful and tolerant heart, any problem can be solved satisfactorily. Sometimes we see some young people in the society dye their hair and smoke cigarettes. We are full of passion and vitality with tolerance and follow them to sing rap, dance street dance and skateboard. They touched you when they were entertaining themselves, which was somewhat comforting.

Whenever I read "Stranger, I also wish for you" in Haizi's Facing the Sea, Spring Blooms, my mood is hard to express. Walking in the busy street, savoring trivial things, I was moved at that moment, from the bottom of my heart:

Stranger, I bless you!

At that moment, I was moved. My father loves me like a mountain. No matter how difficult you encounter, he will always be your barrier. Motherly love is like a road. No matter where you go, she will accompany you to rise, guide you in the maze and protect you all the way ... what is grandpa's love like?

My grandfather is not as great as my parents in the composition book, but he has insisted on doing one thing for me since the first grade of primary school, sending me to school and home every day. At first, I was grateful to my grandfather, but it was a long time. I'll take it as a matter of parents.

Once, I heard my classmates talking about me at school. They said that my parents spoiled me so much that my grandfather had to send me home. When they saw me nearby, they dispersed in a hubbub.

When I got home at noon, I pulled my grandfather to a corner and quietly said to him, "Grandpa, don't pick me up in the future. Other classmates will laugh at me." Grandpa frowned, thought for a moment and said, "Well, listen to your grandson, but be careful when you come back." Seeing grandpa agree, my nervous face relaxed and I smiled and replied: Don't worry! I'm in grade five. "

The next day, as soon as I got to the classroom, I told the people who talked about me yesterday that grandpa had agreed to my request. Although they still talk a lot, the number of people who speak ill of me has decreased a lot. My mood will naturally improve. In the third class, the sky was overcast, lightning kept coming out of the clouds and it began to thunder. It began to rain gradually. At first, it rained lightly in Mao Mao, but as time went on, it rained harder and harder, like splashing and falling.

I looked at the rain outside the window in a daze. I didn't bring my umbrella. Even if I rush out in such a heavy rain, I will get soaked. At this time, my intestines are all regretful, looking at the rain outside the window, and then at the parents holding umbrellas outside the school gate. I regret it. In the past, grandpa always came to pick me up with an umbrella in rainy days, but I, why did I lose face ... "Alas ..." I let out a long sigh.

After school, everyone happily went home in pairs. I am the only one who is afraid of getting wet. The clock goes very slowly. 15 was 12, and I finally couldn't help it. I rushed out with a book. I stood there for a while when I rushed to the school gate. My grandfather is waiting for me at the door with an umbrella. A 70-year-old man waited for 20 minutes in the rain with an umbrella! I cried and threw myself into grandpa's arms. How warm the arms are!

At this moment, I finally understand what grandpa's love is like. Just like that small umbrella, it is warm even if it can only keep a small piece of land from getting wet.

Touched at that moment, composition 6 One Sunday afternoon, the burning sun was a little dazzling, and the cicada in the tree cried happily, and I was sleepy by the sun. I was just about to take a nap when my mother pulled me up. "Pepe, brush class has been adjusted, time is too tight. Let's start now! " "When the car started, we all hit the road. Mom looks anxious and drives much faster than usual. Suddenly she came to a sudden stop, which startled me: "Mom, why did you suddenly brake?" "I looked forward and saw that the car was parked in front of the zebra crossing and several pedestrians were crossing the road. One of them is shaking. After waiting for a long time to watch him cross the street, my mother restarted the car and rushed all the way to the class.

Mother muttered to herself as she drove, "There are only five minutes left. Don't be late. " The scenery outside the window roared by, and I seemed to wake up a lot. Suddenly, the car stopped in front of a zebra crossing. "Mom, give way to pedestrians before the zebra crossing?"

Mother nodded and said, "Courtesy to pedestrians is what every driver in Hangzhou should abide by, and it is also a beautiful landscape of the city." At this time, an aunt was holding a baby with a plastic bag in her hand, which was full of vegetables and fruits and looked heavy. My aunt doesn't walk fast. She seemed to smile shyly at us, and so did my mother. When the aunt walked to the middle of the zebra crossing, the plastic bag exploded with a bang, and all the vegetables and fruits fell out and scattered on the ground. Aunt paused and bent down to pick it up in a panic, but the baby in her arms was startled and began to cry. Aunt has to coax the baby and is busy packing. She blushed, let alone how embarrassed she was!

Mom looked behind the car. There are already five or six cars waiting. Without hesitation, she took an environmental protection bag and got off the bus. She quickly picked up the fruits and vegetables scattered on the ground, quickly put them in a bag and handed them to her aunt. Aunt thanked her again and again, and mother waved her hand to cross the road quickly. When my mother got on the bus again, I saw my aunt had reached the other side of the zebra crossing. She gave us a thumbs-up and there was a car waiting quietly behind us. Mother was very moved. She said, "We reached out to help in front of the zebra crossing, and the drivers who waited patiently behind must have warmed the hearts of the aunt and the baby." I looked behind the car, and menstruation was still standing there with her child in her arms, watching us leave. ...

I was gorgeous and late for that class, but my mother and I thought it was worth it, because we also became a beautiful scenery on the zebra crossing in Hangzhou!

I was moved at that moment. On my way to school, I only heard a few cicadas, and everything seemed so quiet. I looked around and suddenly felt that the place where I had lived for a year was so fresh. I looked down at the puddles on the road. I turned around. Seems to see him, the familiar figure. ...

It's been raining. I stood at the school gate with the same umbrella as my deskmate. He won't go home and wait for my mother with me because I don't have an umbrella.

He is neither tall nor ugly, with a stepped nose and a round face with small eyes. Two red faces are like two little suns. Especially the big mouth, lowered his face value. If it weren't for my mouth, I wouldn't dislike him so much.

But he doesn't think so. He smiles before me every day. As long as I am in a good mood, he will play with me. When I am in a bad mood, he will start to comfort me. But every time I see his big mouth, I feel extremely disgusted. Gradually, he won't comfort me, but he will still play with me when I am no longer sad and angry.

So he took an umbrella, and we just waited. ...

Suddenly I wanted to buy something to eat, my foot slipped and I subconsciously blocked my back with my schoolbag.

I fell into a drowned rat. The zipper of the schoolbag was not zipped properly, and all the books fell out. It was terrible.

"Ha ha! Polo, you are so funny! " There was a burst of laughter behind me. I looked around and it turned out to be my "best friend".

I'm devastated! I sat on the road. Suddenly, there seems to be no rain on my head. I looked up-it was my deskmate. I saw him lift his umbrella over my head and help me up. I looked blankly. Then he leaned down to help me pick up the book. I looked at his petite back, and now it seems to me that he is so tall.

I held an umbrella for him. On the way, I wanted to pick it up myself, but he refused. After a while, he patted the rain, zipped my schoolbag and handed it to me.

He smiled, smiling so brightly. I saw the rain in his hair, stepped forward, reached out my dirty hand and patted the rain on his head. I looked at the glittering and translucent water drops on his clothes, and suddenly I didn't dislike him. And I especially like that big mouth, as if there are endless words and endless knowledge ... but I look at him as a whole, so tall. He went on to say, "Hey! Is that your mother's car? It's true at first sight, but I think my mother's car is late. I really want to spend this moment with him again. Before I left, I said, "Thank you! ""He said shyly, "Goodbye!" I saw him leave with light steps.

I looked at the underground puddle, opened the door and got on the bus. Looking at the place where the book fell just now, it seems that he picked it up for me.

I can't forget the moment that once moved me.

I was moved at that moment. This is a sentimental world and a warm world. We enjoy this care and warmth everywhere. What moved me most was grandpa's concern, which moved me at that moment.

It suddenly darkened that day and it began to rain in Mao Mao. I didn't expect it to rain cats and dogs right after school at noon. My mood is also dim. What are we going to do? What are we going to do? I don't have an umbrella, and no one is coming to pick me up at home. Looking up at the sky, the rain won't stop for a while, my parents are at work again, my grandparents are in poor health, and I have no money and can't take the bus. I'm in a bad mood. I envy seeing my classmates picked up by their parents one by one. Suddenly, I heard a kind voice: "Ling Xuan." I suddenly looked up. "Grandpa," I shouted excitedly.

Grandpa is riding a car and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat can't stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa, who quickly handed me the umbrella. I found the car seat wrapped in a plastic bag. Grandpa said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can walk back by myself. Don't take me by bike. What a slippery road! " Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike alone, let alone take me with him. Grandpa quickly said, "Nothing, nothing, I don't trust you to go back in rainy days." Let's go, it will rain harder later! " "I had to agree. Grandpa is very careful at every step of riding. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on a raincoat for me. Bean-sized raindrops hit grandpa in the face. Grandpa pushed the car forward with his eyes half open and half closed. Every step is very difficult. I heard him panting.

When I finally got home, my grandfather was covered in rain. Grandma asked what was going on. Grandpa said, "It's too windy outside to open the umbrella. I gave my raincoat to my grandson, so I got wet. " i am going to take a bath. "

Grandpa, that's it. I only care about others, and the teacher doesn't care about myself. Do you think such love can't move me? I was moved at that moment.