Touching thing, the fourth grade composition is 400 words.

In life, work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are seven 400-word fourth-grade compositions I collected for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Touching things 400 words 1 Speaking of touching things, I think of a good friend of mine. Her name is Xiaohong. I didn't like Xiaohong before, because Xiaohong's parents both worked in other places, and she was brought by her grandmother. Therefore, the clothes and trousers she wears are very rustic to me, and her hair looks messy. I always avoided her when I walked until something happened, which moved me very much. What moved me was Xiaohong, whom I always hated.

One morning, my mother woke me up from my sleep. I opened the curtain and saw, wow! Why are there dark clouds in the west and sunshine in the east? I dressed quickly and looked at my watch. It is almost seven o'clock. I quickly picked up my schoolbag, ran into the restaurant, took a piece of bread and ran out. Mother shouted at the back: "Take an umbrella!" As I ran, I replied, "No need." I ran to school. Just after school, I heard the sound of rushing. It turned out to be raining. I thought: I wish I had listened to what my mother said this morning. I have to go home in the rain. I just walked out of the classroom. Suddenly, Xiaohong stopped me. She seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Take my umbrella and go home. Your home is a little far away, and my home is nearby. " Say that finish, I turned and ran home in the rain. At this moment, my throat seems to be blocked by a stone, and I only feel that tears are about to flow out. I took an umbrella and looked at Xiaohong's running figure.

The next day, Xiaohong didn't come to class. Later, the teacher said that she had a cold. I know she was ill in the rain yesterday. I think Xiaohong is so kind. From then on, Xiaohong and I became good friends.

This is what moved me, and it also made me understand that judging people does not recognize appearances.

Time flies like water, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out of the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. Father works in other places and is not at home every day. Coincidentally, my mother has a high fever these days and has an intravenous drip. I really regret not listening to my mother's warning this morning. What should I do now? I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me. "Cheng Wei, come here and put on your raincoat." Mom said, and took out another raincoat from her bag and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. My mother struggled to ride me through the rain. I don't know how long it took, but we finally got home with difficulty. I took off my raincoat and saw that my mother's hair, face and body were soaked by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

Touching the things in life, there will be many things that will move you. Touching is everywhere.

I remember it was my second grade. At that time, my school was holding a broadcast gymnastics competition. We all want to stand out in this competition and win the championship. So as soon as the courseware had a rest, we began to practice broadcasting exercises, hoping not to embarrass the whole class. Teacher Zhao, the head teacher, saw that we all worked so hard, and physical education class personally took us to practice. We are all very touched, because Miss Zhao came to give us a class with illness, and it was summer. Every time Miss Zhao from physical education class accompanied us down, Miss Zhao's crisp voice sounded on the playground.

Time flies, there is only one day left before the radio exercise competition. The morning before, our math teacher told us that Miss Zhao had gone to the hospital to see a doctor and could not come with us. In such hot weather, Mr. Zhao drags his sick body to practice with us every day, and also helps me correct the nonstandard movements. The password is shouted loudly for fear that the students can't hear it. I made up my mind in my heart: I must do the best broadcasting practice to thank Mr. Zhao for so many days of training. Our neat slogan rang out on the playground again.

The game has already started, and it's not our turn yet! We have to stay where we are. I saw such a familiar figure again-Miss Zhao. Miss Zhao is back! Miss Zhao came back regardless of her health! Miss Zhao sat on the stool next to us and looked at us with a smile. Suddenly someone fainted, and Miss Zhao immediately went over and gave her the water in the cup. Miss Zhao helped her to the shade and let her have a rest. It's our turn We walked happily to the competition field and made neat movements. Someone stepped on my foot, and my shoes almost fell off, but I couldn't squat down and put them on, because I would be deducted, and everyone's hard work was in vain, and I also failed Miss Zhao's trust in me. So I seized the opportunity and put on my shoes at the moment I squatted down.

The game is finally over, and we have achieved good results!

This is the most touching thing for me in the past ten years!

Touching things I believe everyone has touching things, and I also have feelings that I remember vividly, that is, classmates' affection.

I remember it was a day in the fourth grade. It seems to be Wednesday, and the wind is particularly strong. I am happy to come to school. In the third quarter, Mr. Tang, a PE teacher, said that we would run three times and then come back to play games. When we ran to the second lap, I felt my stomach was beating drums all the time. Finally, after running, physical education class was over, and I got my wish. Back in the classroom, my stomach was pounding, and I couldn't even hear Teacher Liu's class clearly. The teacher came up to me, lowered his head and whispered to me, "Liu, what's wrong with you?" You look pale. " I lay on the table and said, "I have a stomachache and feel a little nauseous." I saw the teacher immediately take out his mobile phone and call my mother. My mother told the teacher that it might be running, so let me have a rest.

I threw up as soon as the phone was put down. I don't have any strength sitting at the table. I saw that there was only one person left in the class. When he saw that I vomited, he immediately brought me a broom and a pinch, and no matter how smelly and disgusting I vomited, I left the pinch, making my face blush and my heart beat. Although we are always at odds and always quarreling, he still cares about those who helped me when I was most uncomfortable, which moved me very much. About half an hour, my mother will pick me up. Through this, I know that students should help each other.

At the same time, it also makes me cherish the friendship between my classmates more. I love our unity 1 class, class 4.

Contact with things in life, there must be one or two things lingering in your mind! There are surprises, happy ones, sad ones, and of course we are moved. One thing, in retrospect, can make me very moved.

That was when I was five years old. When I was a child, I was playful and always liked to drill around in the alley. So, my clothes are always cut by some branches, of course I don't care.

But one night, I got up to go to the toilet and saw a faint light in the living room. I walked over and saw that my mother was sewing clothes in the living room. Out of curiosity, I stared at my mother under the door. Suddenly, I heard a "hey". Bright red blood flowed out of mother's fingers, but she took a breath and continued sewing. But it's like I was deeply stabbed in the chest by Qian Qian. I tried to hold back my tears, but I still shed them reluctantly. I deeply feel that I did something wrong when I was young. I went back to my room, threw myself on the bed and sobbed softly for fear that my mother would find out. The next morning, I picked up the clothes my mother sewed for me and thought to myself: I won't drill around again next time. Mother had to be pricked again because the drill bit was broken. I look forward to faster growth. I must do something for my mother when I grow up.

From then on, I understood what is moving: moving is everyone's sincere smile, every encouragement, and everyone who loves me silently pays for me. Mom, thank you for making me feel the sweetness of life.

Touching things In the process of growing up, there are many things, some are full of fun, some are full of childlike interest, and some are touching ... These things are like meteors that cut through the night sky. But one thing moved me to tears.

I once saw such a thing on TV: In the May 12 Wenchuan earthquake, many of our compatriots were killed in this merciless earthquake. One of them is such a mother, who was also killed by the earthquake, but she also saved a new life! It was an afternoon in Wenchuan, and rescuers were urgently rescuing the affected people. Suddenly, there was a scream, which caught the attention of rescuers. They ran in the direction of the sound and detected life under the ruins with life detectors. They immediately removed the debris. After moving for more than an hour, they finally saw such a scene: a mother propped up a prefabricated board with her back and a baby lying under her chest. Apparently, mother has. Rescuers saw a mobile phone in the quilt wrapped by the baby, which read a short message: Baby, if you are still alive, remember, mom will always love you! When all the people present saw the news, they were moved to tears. ...

This is really a touching thing. I believe you will also leave moving tears after reading this story. At the same time, I also believe that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, and its power is so great that a mother would rather die than give up her child's only hope in this world!

Touch things 400 words 7 Every little thing in life is like a fish in the sea, swimming around in my mind. I remember one thing clearly and I was very moved, that is, I was sick once and my family took good care of me.

I remember once, I tried to jump from the sofa to the chair, but I didn't jump and fell to the ground. I suddenly feel that my arm can't move. I cried to my mother anxiously. When my mother saw me fall to the ground, she immediately lifted me up and asked me anxiously what was going on. I cried and said, "mom, my right hand seems to be unable to move." It is broken. " Mom is anxious like an ant on hot bricks.

Dad, grandpa and grandma are worried. They drove me to the hospital together. Dad found me the best doctor to treat me. The doctor said that my arm was not badly hurt, just put on a plaster, and I can recover after a good rest at home. After listening to the doctor, they were relieved. When I get home, I can only put my hand on the bandage every day. I can't play anything, write, eat or take care of myself. I feel very sad and not happy at all. My mother read my mind and took care of me wholeheartedly. She bathes me and feeds me every day. Grandparents also play with me at home, so as not to make me feel lonely. Dad comes back early from work every day and sometimes brings me a lot of delicious food. Everyone in my family is paying for me, and I am deeply moved. In addition to taking care of me, my parents usually have to go to work, and my grandparents are old and still care about me. Watching my family pay so much for me, I understand that I can't be so naughty in the future. Be good and don't bother my parents and grandparents.

This is a very touching thing for me. The care of my family made me deeply feel their love for me, and I love them.