Touched the third grade composition

In study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, and people use composition to achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a good composition? The following is my moving composition in Grade Three. Welcome to read the collection.

There are many touching things in life, such as: I was tired of studying, and my mother peeled an apple for me, which was very touching; Thirsty, my friend poured you a glass of water, but I was moved ... People are moved because they live in love.

Sunday morning, the wind woke me up. I lay in bed, rubbed my eyes with my hands and looked out of the window. The cold wind is blowing so hard that I can't help shivering. I put on my clothes and went to the window. I watched the cold wind make the young trees dance, and the sky was overcast, which made people wonder whether it was morning or dusk. I suddenly feel so cold!

Suddenly the doorbell rang. I am curious. who is it? Come to me so early, I opened the door. So grandma came back. Grandma's face turned purple with cold, and her hands were cold. I can't help but get goose bumps all over, but grandma still smiled and said, "I bought breakfast noodles." Let's eat while it's hot. " In an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart. In this warm family, I was moved by my grandmother's concern. Tears filled my eyes with happiness, and I felt that this bowl was so heavy that I couldn't put it in my mouth. Looking at grandma pretending to be angry, I quickly lowered my head and ate noodles with tears in my eyes. Watching me finish eating noodles, grandma's eyebrows spread out, and I hugged grandma with emotion.

"Thank you, Grandma." I won't let you pay in vain, and I will repay you and serve you in the future! This is enough to prove that as long as the world is full of love, society will become better!

Touched by the third grade composition 2, "Birds lead the way, the wind blows to us ...", I am singing and walking on my way to school.

I walked into the school and came to the classroom. When I was about to sit down with a stool, I suddenly found a nail on the stool. My good mood was completely destroyed by this nail, and my mood plummeted. But what's the use of being angry? I didn't bring any tools today. How can I repair them? I came up with a brilliant idea: just exchange stools with others! My goal is immediately locked in my deskmate Xu, who is not here now anyway. Besides, he told the teacher the last time I didn't write the question. "Hum, I have to get back at him this time anyway." I said to myself.

Xu You Ran came, and I looked at him nervously. He came to his seat, took off his schoolbag and put it in the drawer. He found a nail on the stool and asked, "Whose stool is this?" I pretended nothing happened and ran out of the classroom. To tell the truth, I can't stand this scene. I watched him outside the door. He found that no one answered, so he sat on the spot first, ran to the teacher's office after class, took a small toolbox, and repaired the bench by himself. I don't know what happened, but my face suddenly turned red.

After class, all the students gathered around. Yuan Longyi said: "This stool belongs to Han Xinyue, because her personal stool number is C 176." Hearing this, my face turned redder. Xu You Ran came over to comfort me and said, "It doesn't matter, we are still good friends." He smiled, smiling sweetly. I didn't even think about it, and my tears fell.

In fact, Xu knew that someone else must have changed the stool with him, but he didn't complain, but silently repaired the stool. I was very moved by his behavior.

Touching is a very real thing, you won't find it easily, but it is always around.

My mother was washing clothes. She was very busy. When I walked behind her, she didn't notice me. Looking at my mother's back, my eyes blurred. You see, those hands are red with cold, and the black hair has lost its due luster. I don't know when to fill in some silver lines. It suddenly occurred to me that I should help my mother wash because she was so tired.

"Mom, I'll wash it," I said, rolling up my sleeves.

"no! You are too young to wash. Do you still have English to memorize? I'll check it later! " Mother said sternly, push me out.

I saw my hands red with cold again, because I often do housework, which has become very rough. Ah! It is these hands that help me wash clothes, cook and clean the room. These are a pair of hands that do housework, a pair of hands that raise me ... my eyes are moist again. I quietly wiped the tears from my face so that my mother wouldn't see me cry. After a while, my mother came to dictate English. When I wrote the last word, my mother smiled, and there was a little relief in her smile. I know, I was right.

Perhaps, there are still many touches in life, and a word from my loved ones and a kind smile have been ignored by me. In these things we ignore, there are too many true feelings, warmth and touching.

In my life, there are many things that move me. My personal experience, what I saw and heard, and what I knew left a deep impression on me. In particular, the incident is fresh in my memory. ...

It was sunny that day, but by the time of the third class, it was already dark, and before the bell rang, the rain hit the windowsill. Rain hit my heart like a bullet. "How do I get home?" ? ! I can only watch the rain and dance on the playground! "I am very helpless.

After school, I saw some classmates talking about holding umbrellas together, and I hurried around looking for a "savior". Seeing Xie playing an umbrella, he tentatively asked, "Brother Xie, can I play an umbrella with you?" "Of course." Xie answered without hesitation, which made me excited.

The rain is getting heavier and denser. This rain is like a splash, like a fall, like a fairy in the sky pouring out the water in a treasure pot without mercy. The accumulated water on the road merged into a "stream". We held the umbrella together, and his cold hands clung to the handle. When I moved my umbrella to his side, he tilted it at me and smiled at me from time to time. I didn't get wet, but Xie's body was wet. "You are soaked to the skin." "Nothing, because I am short and easy to attract rain." At this moment, I have been moved by this profound friendship. I want to say many words of thanks to him, but I can't say a word. I can only thank him silently in my heart.

At the fork in the road, Xie Ning insisted on taking me home.

The rain still washes the earth violently, the wind blows, and the cold pierces my body with the rain, but I am as warm as spring.

I stood in the corridor of the community, looking at Xie's back in the heavy rain, and could not help but shed tears. ...

She always does everything for us, for all of us.

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Maybe in everyone's heart, there will be someone who will move her. However, I am no exception. On the road of my life, there is someone who moved me so much that I can go forward bravely.

Moved by the details of life, she smiled in every word and deed. I was moved by it. At this moment, I will release my feelings. That should start from the third grade. When I finished the second grade, my father decided to let me transfer because my grades were not very dreamy, but I was not at ease and had no choice but to transfer to Nanchang. But just then, her phone came. "At this time, your guest praise is over. Decided to go to Nanchang with me! " ! Of course, my father also strongly agrees, and here I have a heartfelt faint gratitude to her. "

However, Shuang is also facing new problems. Where do you live on weekends? Of course, she readily agreed to live in her house for three years, but she didn't complain. Every time I go to her house, her face always moves slightly, and her white teeth show a crack, which is so peaceful and amiable. She held out her hand and came forward slowly. Although the action is strange, it has always been so perfect in my heart.

When eating, whenever I go to pick up vegetables, she always has a habitual action of "putting a piece of meat on the plate in my bowl, even if I want to refuse, I have to dispel that idea." Of course, before I go to school. ...

In fact, there are many things in life that can move us. Every picture is in my mind, just like a brand-new one, one day.

at home

On this day, I cleaned at home. I don't know why, just as I was humming a song excitedly, I accidentally "ah"! I fell off the table. Fortunately, my mother caught me, but my mother was hurt. I'm so touched! Because my mother ran to arrest me without thinking.

in the hospital

When I came to the hospital, when the doctor treated my mother's wound, I said, "Come here, son, help my mother hold the wound with your hand." The doctor said gently. On a hot day, the doctor was sweating profusely, but instead of wiping the sweat with his hands, he carefully pressed my mother's legs. When leaving the hospital, the doctor told him, "Be careful when you go back, and don't overwork yourself. You will recover after 3-4 weeks' rest." Then smile at us.

Wow! What a good doctor! They serve the people every day, not afraid of difficulties, and always stick to their own units. This moved me to tears.

at school

I came to school in high spirits, and then plunged into the sea of books to fight for my goals. During the break, the students are playing.

Suddenly, I heard a voice: "Let me help you!" " "I saw a male classmate carrying water for a junior one student. What a wonderful picture! At this time, a clear voice sounded again: "Thank you, Big Brother. "wow! How touching!

This day touched me a lot!

Moving with the wind, time is like running water. At any time, the doorman at the school gate changed one after another, but the figure in my memory and the feeling in my heart never faded. ...

The night came as scheduled, and the dark sky showed its fatigue. I had a little fever, so I asked for leave and waited for my father to pick me up at the gate.

Night hangs over the earth, thunder and dripping sound remind people of the arrival of rain, which makes me even more hungry and cold. Cold, so cold, I can't feel it. At that time, I was at a loss. Should I go back or continue to wait here? What if I go back and my father comes? What if I wait for dad not to come? It's so tangled that countless question marks are spinning in my mind. At this time, I really want to jump into my mother's arms and cry. Suddenly, an old voice broke into my mind. "Little girl mom and dad hasn't come yet? I am so touched that someone saw my existence, but didn't you see such an obvious answer when you asked this question? I secretly rolled my eyes, but I said to an old man who cared about you, "well, not yet." The passage of time left traces of years on his face. He took out his old phone and handed it to me: "Go ahead, it's cold today. "I answered the phone with his warmth, warmth and warmth in my heart. I called, only knowing that my father would arrive soon. I didn't hear my father's apology on the phone because I had a cup of warm water in my hand.

The wind blew gently through my chair sitting on the doorpost, holding a cup of hot water in my hand and watching the road to school. It keeps raining and the waterline flashes at night. The wind is blowing, too, but I am so warm. This cup of hot water warms my body and my heart.

I have never forgotten the sweetness and warmth of water, and up to now, there is no glass of water to keep me warm like that.

Victor hugo, a great French poet, an outstanding novelist, literary theorist and politician, a revolutionary of poetry, a leader of romantic drama and one of the favorite writers of the French people, created his first romantic novel Notre Dame de Paris, which was a sensation.

This novel reveals the insidiousness and meanness of priests, the violence and cruelty of obscene inquisition, the debauchery of aristocratic life and the fatuity and cruelty of rulers at that time in the19th century. At the same time, it also describes an ugly figure with a kind heart. He is the protagonist of this book, Kachimodo, in sharp contrast to his adoptive father Claude and soldier Fubis. The cruelty and shamelessness of these two people set off the kindness in Chikamodo's nature, as well as the kind and beautiful gypsy woman Esmeralda. I think she is very suitable for Kikamodo, but Kikamodo is ugly, but in this story, a beautiful gypsy woman falls in love with the playboy Phoebus, and she doesn't care when she will be hanged.

This book is very touching. The author describes Kachimodo's love for Esmeralda and Claude's love for Esmeralda to the extreme. Through the extreme contrast between beauty and ugliness and the opposition between sublime and evil, the author makes the novel powerful.

I like Esmeralda very much. I like her inner beauty and inner kindness. I also like Kachimodo, and I like his true inner beauty.

The ninth grade of the third grade moved the composition, living alone, studying alone and celebrating one's birthday. ...

My parents are out of town and have never helped me celebrate my birthday. They don't even have a happy birthday. Today is my birthday, so I should be alone as usual!

I bought a small cake at night to open the door, and all the lights at home suddenly turned on. I was shocked! Teachers and classmates came to me singing birthday songs!

"This is our surprise for you, happy? The teacher knows that your parents are working in other places and no one will give you a birthday. Today, the teacher and several classmates will accompany you on your birthday. " "Happy birthday!" The students also cried in unison, and now my tears can't help falling.

"Rinrin ..." The phone rang. "Hello, who is this?" I'm XX, so I can't spend my birthday with you for some reason, so I can only send my sincere wishes on the phone.

"Rinrin ..." Phone calls came one after another, students' blessings kept flowing, and my tears kept flowing.

"Don't cry, you will be more moved in the future, wait for our' gift' for you!" A classmate said, and then I was dragged to the door of my mother's room. Before I thought much, the door opened and my parents came out with cakes in their hands. I was so excited that I cried.

"My parents are sorry for you. They didn't accompany you on your birthday. This time, your teacher called to tell us ... "

Thank you, classmates, for spending my birthday with me.

Teacher, thank you for your junior high school. You help me tell my parents to come back for my birthday.

Mom and Dad, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to spend my birthday with me.

On my birthday, my classmates came, my teacher came, my parents came and everyone came. At this moment, the hard ice in my heart melted again and merged into touching tears.

What is the most beautiful trick in the world? Some people say it's friendship, some people say it's love, some people say it's affection, and some people say it's sympathy. They are all right. I think the most beautiful touch in the world is the great maternal love.

A loud cry

During the summer vacation, my mother signed me up for piano, dance class, math class and so on. One day in the summer vacation, I was playing the piano in my room while my sister was watching TV. I have a million imbalances in my heart, just sitting there in a daze. My mother came over and said, "Why don't you play?" "Mom, I don't want to play anymore." In a rage, my mother said a few words to me and left. I cried in bed after my mother left. After crying for a while, I heard a whispering voice from my mother's bedroom. I looked at it carefully. It was my mother's voice. I secretly listened to a few words and said, "good morning, I don't want to talk about you, I am very iron!" At this time, my tears unconsciously moistened.

Inclined umbrella

I remember one time, when I came home from school, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. Then father-in-law Lei flew into a rage and drank a few times. Just when I was anxious, a familiar figure appeared in front of me. It turned out to be my mother, striding up and saying that the child is sorry, her mother is late. Then I followed her home. When I got home, I found my mother soaked to the skin and became a "soaked chicken". Suddenly, my tears welled up like spring water.

Mom, your love, whether severe or loving, is the most beautiful touch in the world, and mom's love is selfless! Maternal love is priceless!

Moved by the third grade composition 1 1 moved, what is it? I have asked myself countless times. Today I will solve this puzzle.

After school, I walked home in frustration and looked at the test paper in my hand. I couldn't help sighing: Oh dear! Only 90 points! I thought to myself, if I give my mother the test paper, she will be furious. What should I do? I got home before I found a way. I had to sneak into the study and start doing my homework seriously.

Mother slipped in at some unknown time. She asked maliciously, "Son, how many points did you get in the exam?" I said, "The test paper hasn't been handed out yet!" My mother immediately changed her face and shouted sharply, "But the teacher has already sent a text message." I laughed to myself, it is impossible to cheat my test paper in this way! So I insisted: "I really didn't send it down!" Mother became angry from embarrassment and handed me the mobile phone. "Oh, my God! My darling! The teacher actually betrayed us and really sent the message back! "

I was dumbfounded and had to take out my test paper. My mother immediately turned into a terrible "fire lion" (that is, a lion with a fire on its head) and picked up a whip to beat me. I cried in pain, tears streaming down my face. I thought my mother changed her face faster than turning pages! I really hope someone will save me and help me get rid of the pain of my flesh and blood.

At this time, the father of the savior appeared. He told his mother first that failure is the mother of success, and her mother thought it made sense, so she cut me some slack. Dad poured me a glass of water. At this time, I am still crying. I feel much better after drinking a glass of water. What my father did today really moved me.

Touching is everywhere. If you look carefully, you will find many things that move you.

Touched the third grade composition 12 This winter vacation night, there was a heavy snow. When I got up the next morning, I looked through the window and found that there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere outside, as if it were a world of snow. I cried excitedly, "Ah! It's snowing and I'm going to make a snowman! "

I quickly got dressed and rushed out of the house. As soon as I ran outside, I slipped on the ground, and then my tears almost fell out, so I had to get up hard. At this time, I heard the sound of "clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang" outside. The cold wind hit grandpa violently and got into his neck without mercy. But he completely ignored it and still swept it calmly. I quickly ran over and asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, are you cold?" When will such a long road be swept? "Grandpa said," It won't be cold when sweeping snow. I have cleaned the snow on the road, so it is convenient for everyone to walk or ride a bike. Convenient for others, convenient for yourself! "Say that finish, he picked up a broom and buried himself. After a while, the snow disappeared, but the sweat was shining on grandpa's forehead, and his wrinkled face seemed more kind than usual.

Grandpa's spirit of serving the people wholeheartedly without considering personal interests deeply touched me. Seeing everyone walking briskly on the path opened by grandpa, I think I should learn from grandpa next door and learn from his spirit of helping others and loving labor.

Touching the third grade composition 13 Touching is everywhere. As long as you look carefully, you will find that moving is so easy to find.

Wu Bin drives a bus on the expressway as usual. Suddenly, a large piece of iron fell from the sky, shattered the windshield and hit Master Wu Bin in the abdomen. Being smashed, he instinctively covered his abdomen with one hand and looked very painful. But he endured the severe pain, slowly slowed down the car, pulled up the brake block and turned on the double jump light before getting off. Finally, Wu Bin was taken to the hospital and died because of ineffective rescue. He saved the safety of 25 passengers in 76 seconds, and the camera took this amazing scene!

Wu Bin, he is just an ordinary driver, but at this moment, how extraordinary he is. For the safety of passengers, regardless of his own safety, he stopped the car steadily and said a few words of safety to the passengers before dialing 120, only to fall down!

The doctor thought that when the iron flew from a distance and hit Wu Bin, it was like a miniature bomb. Strong enough to hollow out his abdomen. The pain is unimaginable. But he stopped slowly and calmly, which was unexpected.

Wu Bin's deeds touched you and me. And his spirit of putting others before ourselves is also worth learning. Not only that, there are many people in the world who work quietly and think of the people like Wu Bin. Let's praise Wu Bin and those "beautiful" people!

Moved by junior high school composition 14 Time flies, the pace of growth is deep and shallow, and suddenly I look back and have crossed the fifteenth milestone in my life. In this short and precious day, I was moved by colorful beauty and embellished by the blue sea and blue sky of life. ...

Touching is affection.

Touching is affection, an unforgettable affection. Junior high school students leave home to study outside, but their health has been poor. My mother always asks me to call home when I make up lessons in the third grade. On the other end of the phone. Parents' caring words and irresistible sweet love often make me cry. Parents with pale temples, how many sleepless nights have you been worried about me? How can I repay your kindness to me? And schools, in schools, move around. I can't forget that hot afternoon when my brothers and sisters in our class cheered as cheerleaders on the basketball court and sweated profusely. The players on the field are fighting for the championship, and we encourage and support them off the field. That exciting sight and sound, its dazzling light far exceeds the sun!

Touching is poetry

Touching is a poem, a poem that is smart or profound or can make people cry. I'm always used to sitting at my desk with a good poem in my hand under a moonlit night or an infinitely warm sunset, so intoxicated that I can't find my way home. "One kind of acacia, two places of leisure" moved me. Only under the eyebrows, but in the heart set a "faithful love oath;" Touched by the tranquil friendship of "worrying about the country and the bright moon, following the wind to Yelangxi"; What moved me even more was the solemn oath of patriotic martyrs, "Never die in life since ancient times, pay attention to history"!

In fact, in our life, we are moved everywhere. That's a song, a song that can never be sung. It is a flower, a flower that will never bloom. As long as we use our heart, a sincere greeting and a faint smile, we will be moved by it!

Moved by the composition of the third grade 15 In the long river of my memory, there are countless smooth and beautiful pebbles, but what moved me most was that incident.

I remember it was a snowy day, and the wind was very cold, which seemed to tear all the thick cotton-padded clothes I was wearing. When I was in class, my heart had already flown out of the window, thinking, "Let's finish school soon!" " ! On such a cold snowy day, I will definitely go to bed to warm up when I get home, and then eat and go to school! "The teacher finally said I can go home. I can't wait to pack my schoolbag and rush out of the classroom. Oh! It is colder outside the classroom. I flew out of school and ran to the dissolution site to ask my mother to pick me up, but today was really strange. I didn't meet my mother on the way, and I didn't see her at the dissolution site. My feet are as cold as carrots, and I can't stand. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure. Oh! It's mom. I think I saw the savior and ran over. " Mom, why are you so late today! "

I complained, "Oh! Is it? I will come early tomorrow. My car broke down on the road. " Mom said with a smile. Suddenly, a cold wind blew and I couldn't help shivering. The weather is really cold! My mother seemed to feel something and said to me, "The clothes you are wearing are very thin. Come, let me take off my coat and put on your gloves! " "Say, take it off for me. Mom is so thin, only a sweater and a pair of underwear are left. Can she support it? Looking at my mother's pale face, purple lips and red hands, I couldn't help feeling guilty, and tears of disappointment dripped down at this moment. ...

Motherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain; Motherly love is like hair, and countless ties can never be counted; Motherly love is like a mountain, great and beautiful. This matter will always be in my mind, inspiring me to make continuous progress and strive for progress!