A touching thing composition

Today, my grandfather accompanied me to the park to play. We went by coach.

when I entered the park, I saw the colorful colors, filled with the breath of vibrant spring everywhere. There are so many people inside! There is a family pushing a stroller, an old man with crutches, a toddler and her parents ... My grandfather has not fully recovered from a stroke, so I have to hold his left hand, and he walks slowly on the trail with crutches in his right hand.

I was attracted by the colorful fish feeding spots. I asked my grandfather for money from 2 yuan, bought two bottles of "milk" for feeding fish, and had fun feeding colorful fish twice. Time flies. The sun is going down. Grandpa said, "We are going home." I had to follow my grandfather to the no.68 bus stop.

My grandfather and I got on the return bus, and the driver's uncle looked at us patiently, waiting for my grandfather to sit firmly in his seat before driving. When the comparison came, we got on the bus and the bus left. Fortunately, grandpa just grabbed the handrail, otherwise, he would have fallen. In this way, this driver's uncle is much better than that driver's uncle, polite and caring for the elderly. I think what he does is small but very touching. I think all bus drivers should learn from him!

A touching thing

Our class is a warm family. Under the guidance of the head teacher, students help and learn from each other. I personally experienced a touching thing.

On a cold winter morning, I was sharpening a pencil in my seat for the next class. I accidentally cut my hand, and the blood on my hand kept flowing. Li Bo, who was inconvenient to play with me, saw it. He came to help me stop the bleeding, only to see him quickly hold down the wound on my hand and pull me to run to the infirmary. The school doctor bandaged it before we returned to the classroom. At this time, he also said, "This hand must not be frozen. Once it is frozen, it will not be easy to get better."

When it was time for the long-distance running the next day, all the students put on gloves and went to the playground. I forgot to wear gloves in the morning, and my hands were red with cold. Li Bo saw me coming over without gloves and asked, "Li Gen, don't you have gloves?" I nodded, and he looked at my injured hand, took off his gloves and said to me, "Come on, wear mine!" " I quickly put my hand into my pocket and said, "No, no, I'm not cold, and I'll be back soon." "What about your wound?" Without saying anything, he dragged my hand and forced me to put on my gloves.

we lined up and ran out of the school gate, and the wind was blowing. Scratched on the face like a knife. My hands are warm. Looking at these gloves, I feel endless gratitude. I looked back at Li Bo, his hands were red with cold and his hands were tightly held. He found me looking at him and smiled at me as if to say, "Never mind, I'm strong."

When I got back to class, my hand was all right. I touched Li Bo's hand, but it was cold. I returned the gloves to him and said gratefully, "Thank you so much!" He smiled and said to me, "You're welcome." Looking at Li Bo's red hands, I can't express my gratitude in words, and a warm current flows into my heart.

Our class is a warm family. Under the guidance of the head teacher, students help and learn from each other. I personally experienced a touching thing.

A touching thing

In the afternoon, I was sitting alone on the sofa at home, and an unforgettable thing came to my mind. That night, my parents had to work overtime, and I was doing my homework at home alone. Writing, I suddenly feel a little dizzy. Touch your forehead, it feels a little hot. I took a thermometer and took my temperature by the little method I learned from my mother: 38. 8 degrees. Ah, this is a fever! But mom and dad are not at home, and the phone at home is in arrears. What should we do? I was so anxious that I walked around the house like an ant on hot bricks. In desperation, I had to knock on my neighbor's aunt's door. My neighbor's aunt learned about my situation and took me downstairs without saying anything, stopped a taxi and went straight to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, he accompanied me to check, prescribe medicine and have intravenous drip. Then, she called her mother by phone. When my mother came, she refused to leave and stayed there with me. It was not until 11 o'clock that my intravenous drip was finished, and she and her mother carried me back to the taxi again. When I went to school the next morning, I bumped into my neighbor's aunt again. At this time, I found that her bags under the eyes were very obvious. She smiled at me when she saw me, which made me feel very moved. I think: There are thousands of kinds of love in this world, including the love of parents, the care of friends and relatives ... and the care between neighbors is often overlooked. After this incident, I feel that the care between neighbors is sincere and selfless. At ordinary times, we should not only think about taking advantage of others, but should care more about others from the heart and let love fill the world. It is in response to the song that is popular all over the country: "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful home ..." A touching thing

Recently, a touching thing happened in our class, which made me deeply understand the true meaning of the sentence "One party is in trouble, and all parties support it". It was Wednesday morning, and I rushed to the classroom with my schoolbag on my back, only to see my classmates talking in groups. It turned out that Dong Jiayi of Class 4, Grade 6 suffered from lymphoma and was hospitalized in Beijing for surgery. The students were talking, when Mr. Feng came in, the lively classroom suddenly quieted down, and the students looked at Mr. Feng in unison. Teacher Feng said in a low voice with tears in his eyes, "Everyone knows Dong Jiayi's misfortune. I sincerely hope that we can give him a love." In fact, the teacher's words are exactly the same voice of the students. In the afternoon, when Mr. Feng entered the classroom, everyone swarmed up and rushed to donate money. You 1 yuan, he 2 yuan ... At that time, Mr. Feng was too busy. "ah! Wang Hui donated 2 yuan! " I don't know who gave a cry, and our eyes flashed on Shine Wong. The life of Wang Hui's family is very difficult. My mother's factory has stopped production and her salary can't be paid. The whole family only relies on her father's salary of more than 2 yuan per month to maintain their lives. I quickly stepped forward and grabbed Shine Wong and said, "Don't donate if your family is in trouble! Your share, we will help you donate. " But Shine Wong said, "No, even if we eat less, we should also offer a love for saving Dong Jiayi." The students were very moved when they heard what she said. When Liu Lei donated 5 yuan, the students were even more surprised. Liu Lei is sick himself, and he can't live without medicine every day, so he is very weak. For this reason, his parents didn't spend less, and he actually donated 5 yuan. Everyone's eyes were moist and they said in unison, "Liu Lei, you are still ill, and you need money!" "It is because I am sick that I know the pain in my illness. I hope Dong Jiayi can recover soon." Looking at Liu Lei's fire-like feelings in his eyes, the students enthusiastically donated money, and I also donated all the money accumulated in 35 yuan on weekdays. Teacher Feng also donated 5 yuan. Not long after, the whole class donated 956 yuan. Looking at this donation, which represents our mind, will play a role in the recovery of our classmates. Everyone's heart is really sweeter than eating honey. At the moment, we have a common wish: I hope Dong Jiayi can overcome the illness and return to this warm family as soon as possible.

Although things have passed, I am always excited when I think of the scene of donating money. What a touching scene.

A touching story

When I was a child, my mother once told me such a touching story that I still can't look forward to it:

There was a mother and daughter, whose family was very poor. The daughter was very competitive and filial, and she was admitted to the university with excellent results. Her mother was found to be terminally ill, and she could not help but turn pale. She knew that she was suffering from advanced liver cancer, and it was not long before. In order to let her daughter study hard outside and not be distracted, my mother made a great decision ... The days have passed day by day, and my mother silently watched her daughter in another place, expecting her to grow up day by day. My daughter said in the letter that she wanted to come back to visit her mother. Before she died, her mother asked someone to help her write back and send money to her daughter. My daughter really lived up to expectations. After graduating from college, she returned to her hometown. I don't know how to express her joy. When she learned that her mother died, she donated all the organs that she could donate in exchange for her tuition. Her daughter suddenly froze. It turned out that her mother had always entrusted people to write back and send her money. In order to express my apologies to my mother, I specially wrote a "grateful heart" to commemorate my mother ...

At this point, my mother's tears seem to be swirling in her eyes. I understand that every mother in the world is great. I have a warm home. If I don't study hard, I'm really ashamed of all the people who love me. Motherly love is selfless, and the mother in the story is even greater. I thought it was just a story, but I overheard this song "Grateful Heart".

A touching event

This afternoon, our squadron held a hand-in-hand donation activity. Three students in our squadron can't afford to buy school uniforms because of financial difficulties at home. If the school is going to hold an activity, all the students in the squadron are wearing school uniforms, and only these three students are not wearing them, they will be very sad and sad, and everyone must be very sorry. Our squadron is a warm and unified group, and we must never let a classmate feel sad, sad and lonely. We should take the initiative to extend our warm little hands to them, offer a love and help them overcome difficulties. The donation activity is about to begin. On the blackboard, ten characters are written: "Hand in hand, offer love and donate". The squadron leader and the brigade committee jointly made a brief mobilization: in order to make three students wear school uniforms, they called on all the students in the squadron to offer their love. The activity began. The teacher first donated ten yuan, and immediately there was a burst of warm applause in the classroom. Students are not willing to lag behind, three yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, did not hesitate to donate all their pocket money to three students. Some students donated once and donated again. It's really "when one side is in trouble, all sides support it". After the students donated money, three students excitedly walked onto the platform. They were so moved with tears in their eyes that they could not speak. Xiao Suwen choked up and said, "Thank you, teacher, thank you." After the donation activity, I seem to have seen these three students wearing neat and beautiful school uniforms, playing games, attending classes and participating in various school activities happily with us. This activity made us deeply feel the infinite warmth of the squadron.

a touching thing

it was a rainy day. after my mother and I went to the supermarket to buy things, we passed the little cross and saw a young woman in her twenties holding seven ding eight in front of us? Snack bags, while eating, while throwing bags on the ground. Everyone around you hurried by like they didn't see it. Behind the young woman, there was an old man who was over 6 years old. He was struggling to pick up the packaging bags thrown by the young woman, and his hands were dirty and covered with mud. The young woman kept littering, and an aunt couldn't stand it any longer, so she said to the young woman,' Do you know that the old people are helping you pick up garbage?' As soon as the voice just fell, everyone around me bent down to pick up the garbage with the old man, and my mother and I also picked it up together. The young woman blushed and quickly picked up a barbecue bamboo stick she had just thrown.

at this moment, I discovered that the old man has a thick leg and a thin leg. He's got a prosthetic leg! My heart is like a needle, and then a burning feeling comes to my mind. The old man walked away, but I still looked at his back for a long time. At this time, it was just after the rain cleared, and the slogan' Duyun is my home, love depends on everyone' on billboards on both sides of the street became more eye-catching and bright.

A touching thing

On a cold Sunday, I was walking alone in the street when I suddenly saw a father and a daughter in front of the shopping mall. They were wearing thin and shabby clothes, their feet were red and blue with cold, and they were eating black bread in their hands. I rushed over and didn't hesitate to donate the money my father brought me to buy books. Although the money was not much, it expressed my little heart.

I couldn't help talking to the little girl. From what she said, I learned something about them. The little girl lost her mother who was seriously ill when she was a child. She lived alone with her father. Her family was poor, so she didn't study since she was a child. Only her father donated some money to buy some paper and pens. When she had time, she taught her to write some words and copied some questions for her ... I couldn't help listening. How tragic their fate is! How pathetic they are! The little girl said something that I couldn't believe. She said: We are not suffering. The most bitter thing is the children in Sichuan. They lost their schools, their beautiful homes, and some even lost their parents ... They are so poor that they still care about the people in Sichuan and donate some money to them. I really can't believe it.

how kind they are! But why did the tragic fate befall them? Just then, I ran home and donated all my pocket money to them. On the way home, I thought: If many caring people donate money to them, they might not be so miserable. If people in this world are as caring as they are, how peaceful our world is!