So I was moved to write a composition.

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing. With the help of writing, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings and transmit knowledge and information. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition that was moved in this way, for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. In this way, I was moved by composition 1

A scholar said, "No matter how cold and heartless this person is, there is always something that moves him."

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A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and then it began to rain cats and dogs. All the students went home one after another, except me. A drop of rain, like a broken pearl, bounced up colorful blisters on the road.

"The rain in the sky street is crisp, but the grass color is near at a distance." The hazy mountain in the distance is like a girl in a veil. "Light makeup and heavy makeup are always appropriate", and the raindrops give her a faint makeup, which is looming in the distance.

It was raining tirelessly, and I suddenly saw a hazy figure, riding a car and holding an umbrella, looking weather-beaten. The figure was near, and when I saw it, it was my father. There were layers of wrinkles on his face, and all the wrinkles were love for me. There is a lot of rain and steam on the glasses, and that drop of rain is the reincarnation of love. There are many purple chilblains on my hands. Dad said to me anxiously, "I'm sorry I'm late." My eyes are concerned about me. I said angrily, "How did you get here?" Dad said, "I have something to do today, and I am late." I put my schoolbag in front of the car and got on it.

I was holding an umbrella, and I was still very angry. Suddenly, a tall and mighty pine tree caught my eye. There was a small pine tree next to the pine tree. A gust of wind blew, and I shivered with cold. The pine tree protected the small trees around me with its lush branches and leaves. No matter how heavy the wind and rain, the pine tree would not quietly walk away, but supported the small trees with its own branches to prevent them from getting a little cold. I can't help but think of my attitude towards my father just now. Looking at the pine tree, I think of my father sheltering me from the wind and rain with his broad arms. Looking at the silver wire on my father's head and the frostbite on my hands, I couldn't help but feel a sour nose and tears dripping on the back of my hand. In this storm, my father's back deeply touched me.

My father loves me like a mountain, guarding me like a mountain, guiding me to success like a lighthouse on the sea, and guiding me like a sign on the road, so that I won't lose my way. Every bit of life is touched by you. In this way, I was moved by composition 2

This is a story that happened when I first took a bus.

at noon one day, my father suddenly asked me to drive home by myself. I jumped for joy! Because I have long wanted to "escape" from my parents' shelter. I came to the station at once and got on a no.49 bus.

when I got on the bus, I stung the student card hanging on my chest on the card reader. But the voice is not the familiar voice of "student card", but a strange voice: "Please put in your coin". I was shocked, and it happened several times in a row. However, I have no money! The bus was about to leave, and I didn't know what to do. I just stood there.

just when I was "stupid", I saw a big hand drop a coin in the slot machine. I turned my head and saw a kind-hearted old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face full of kindness: "Sit down." I was stupid again. I stood for a few minutes before I trudged to a seat. At this time, I have a thousand words in my heart that I want to say to the old man, but I can't say anything. My nose is sour, and my eyes are filled with a small tear full of thousands of words ...

After I got off the bus, I seemed to wake up, and I kept blaming myself for not saying "thank you". I want to say it now, but I can't. The car, gradually drove away. A stranger, an old man I have never seen before, constitutes a memory that will never be erased in my heart. When I think of this, there is a tear bead in my eyes that I don't know whether it is gratitude or regret ...

When I got home, my mother found me crying and asked me how to cry. I didn't say a word, but just walked into the room silently. I know, I will cherish this impression forever. In this way, I was moved by the composition 3

One noon in midsummer, the scorching poisonous sun was baking the earth mercilessly, and there were few pedestrians on the road. Only the trees on the roadside stood tenaciously in the sun, and the cicadas creaked in the trees, leaving a shade under them, so that people who were hot and tired from work could have a little rest. I just bought a Chinese Reading in my hand and hurried forward. My clothes are already soaked, my face is sweating and my throat seems to be smoking. I feel terrible.

In the shade of a tree, an old man with pale white hair kept shouting, "Ice cream, cream ice cream …" I came to the old man involuntarily, "Hey, I want to buy a popsicle!" I threw five dimes on the popsicle box, and four coins fell on the popsicle box, so I couldn't move. Another coin jumped on the popsicle box mischievously, fell to the ground, and got into the crevice to hide and seek. "Kid, you are missing a dime." The old man said kindly. "The money is on the ground, you can't see it!" I am angry. The old man looked at me and seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it, so he had to bend down slowly and take out the coin from the crevice, take a popsicle, peel off the paper and hand it to me.

I walked leisurely while eating popsicles. I walked for about 1 meters. Suddenly I heard a shout from behind: "Little friend, little friend ..." I looked back and saw that it was the old man, panting and running after me. I wondered: Did I lack money again? ....., I hesitated and stopped. The old man came up to me, handed me a book and said to me with a smile, "Is this your book, little friend?"

It suddenly dawned on me. I took the book and blushed: "Yes, old man, I ... thank you!" "You can't lose your books when you are a student." The old man still looked at me with a smile and turned away. I just stood and watched his back go away. At this time, I was ashamed to shed tears and let them hang on my face ... Although it was a small thing, it was deeply imprinted on my mind, which made me unforgettable for a long time. How many touching stories are there in life? I finished reading this book with tears in my eyes.

The story in this book is touching, among which the story "So Moved by You" touched me the most. The story is probably like this:

The hero of the story, David Ding, is an American youth, and the author met him on TV. David Ding teaches in Lanzhou and is a university teacher. At that time, the school gave him a salary of 12 yuan per month, which was not high. I think anyone would be reluctant, but David Ding was very strange and repeatedly asked the school to lower his salary to 9 yuan. The school had no choice but to lower his salary to 95 yuan ... David Ding was a good teacher, and he never beat and scolded his students. His students loved him very much, but his students were afraid to see him disappointed. You see, an American youth came to a remote area of China to be an ordinary teacher in an ordinary school and spoke ordinary words ... but it deeply moved us.

There is love everywhere in the world, and there are touching things happening everywhere.

How many touching things happened in the snowstorm in January last year and the earthquake in May! Let's talk about the earthquake that happened in May. The nurses saved lives, the uncles of the People's Liberation Army desperately searched for hope in the ruins, and people from all regions enthusiastically donated money to the disaster areas ...

Sometimes it's just small details in life, like a greeting, a gesture and an action.

I remember when I was a child, I liked eating fish very much. My mother gave me a "safe" fish belly for fear that I would get stuck by fishbone, while my mother ate a "dangerous" fish tail, which moved me a lot!

I really like this book! In this way, I was moved by composition 5

One midsummer noon, the hot and vicious sun was baking the earth mercilessly. There are few pedestrians on the road, only the trees on the side of the road stand tenaciously in the sun. I know that shouting "creak" in the tree leaves a shade under the tree, so that people who are hot and tired from work can have a rest.

I have a copy of Chinese Reading, so I hurried forward. My clothes are soaked, sweat is rolling on my face and smoke seems to come out of my throat. I'm very uncomfortable.

In the shade of a tree, on his 6th birthday, the old man with pale hair kept shouting, "Ice cream, milk ice cream ..." I couldn't help walking up to the old man. "Hey, I'm going to buy a popsicle!" I threw a dime on the popsicle box, four coins fell on the popsicle box, and I lay motionless. Another coin jumped on the popsicle box naughtily and rolled to the ground. He also got into the crevices of the stone to "peek". "My child, you are short of a dime." The old man said kindly. "The money is on the ground, don't you see it!" I am angry. The old man looked at me as if to say something, but swallowed it, bent down slowly, took out the coin from the crack in the stone, took a popsicle, tore off the paper and handed it to me.

I am walking leisurely while eating popsicles. After walking about 1 meters, I suddenly heard a shout from behind me: "Boy, boy ..." I looked back and it turned out to be the old man. I saw him. Panting, I hurried after me, puzzled: Did I lose money again? I hesitated and stopped. The old man came up to me, handed me a book, smiled and said to me, "Boy, is this your book?"

"I suddenly realized, took the book, blushed and said," Yes, old man, I ... thank you! " "When you are a student, you can't throw away your books." The old man still looked at me with a smile and turned to leave. I stood in a daze, watching his back go away. At this time, I was ashamed and tearful, letting tears hang on my face ...

Although this is a small matter, it is deeply imprinted in my mind and will not be forgotten for a long time. 6

We all live in this city, but why don't we meet each other and just brush our shoulders with strangers ... Tears blurred my eyes, and I found my inner fragility. I am a strong-looking person, and my stubborn personality gives people an illusion. They all think that I am a layman who doesn't understand the way of the world. I firmly believed that my tears have always been a rare resource. But yesterday, I received a phone call from my high school classmates from afar, heard a familiar local accent in a foreign land, and received a warm greeting in the cold winter. I can only release my accumulated feelings with tears. I feel that our greetings are like a group of old friends' face-to-face greetings. There is no secularity and utilitarianism, and everything is so calm and frank.

I always want to record the moment's touch with my own writing, but I understand that the touch is beyond words, which is beyond the reach of words. I have to record him with my heart, cherish and miss him.

He was my best friend in my freshman year of high school, and we basically talked about everything, but our personalities were different. He was the kind who loved to play and studied well, which sometimes made people feel jealous, and I was the kind of person who took getting into college as my only goal in high school. This may be the reason why we gradually alienated later. The vicious circle between us finally developed into a silent and glaring pass when we met. To tell the truth, even the two of us probably don't know what misunderstanding there is between us, which makes us like this. Maybe we have all reflected on ourselves, but he is an unanswered question.

When we are located in a strange city and have no chance to meet each other, I inexplicably begin to miss that innocent friendship, that friend who talks about everything. I hope to meet him almost every time I surf the Internet, but I have little knowledge of our current living conditions and feelings about life.

When everything is dull, I still have a feeling that will stay in my heart. My friend from afar, you are still touched by me and never fade away. I just want to say that I am very happy to have a friend like you.

My friend who always sinks, you make me feel the strength, and the pain that has been in my heart is like a passing cloud. So moved. Composition 7

Will you be moved? Have you ever been touched? The fish said, "The river gave me a place to live, and I was very moved." The soldier said, "Just when the bullet hit me, my comrades took the bullet for me. I was very touched." The orphan said, "I am very touched to finally meet the person who adopted me." "I said," She moved me like this.

She is very ordinary, just an ordinary middle school teacher. When she took over our class, it was like a different person.

Before, she liked to laugh and often held some famous books in her hand. Now she is sad, and her masterpiece has become a lesson plan. I can't help thinking, what happened to her? Are you working hard in our class day and night? My heart can't help but be moved at the thought of this.

I remember that in the bottleneck period of an exam, when everyone had no hope for Chinese, she was like a fire, which made our hearts boil. She burned herself and worked overtime. What's the purpose? Money? Want us to have a decent performance? Is it worthwhile for her to work so hard? She takes care of us and educates us in every way. We are like newborn babies, growing up under her hard feeding, and our hearts are also moved by it.

My grades in Chinese are not good, so I am often the target of her roll call. Whenever I fail in the exam and feel lost, she will always be the first to notice, telling me that it doesn't matter and keep working hard. But these words, these words gave me great concern and encouragement. I was moved. I know that not only our students are struggling in the examination room, but also the teachers are very important. Simple words, in the right time, in the right place, in the right person. I have to thank her for being able to generate such great motivation.

The teacher is a stream, and we are paper boats. With your hard work and earnest instruction, the boat "Touching" floats from primary school to middle school, and even forever. In this way, I was moved by composition 8

It was an evening. I had just returned from my aunt's house and was driving home by bus. At that time, it was the rush hour when people got off work. The streets were full of traffic, and car lights and roadside lights lit up half the sky ...

I leaned back in my chair and read a comic book beautifully. "Ouch!" A sudden brake interrupted my reading mood. People in the car are complaining: hate, what are you doing? Can this driver drive after all? "Is something wrong?" Hearing this, everyone looked out in succession. I also stood up and looked at it. I was deeply moved by the scene in an instant. A blind old woman was holding a wooden stick and groping to cross the road, but it was just time for the motor vehicle to drive, and the old woman was moving forward ...

Many vehicles in the driveway have started slowly. What can I do? At this time, a little boy came running. He helped the walking grandmother and took off his little yellow hat and waved it at the surrounding vehicles. In an instant,