A work that touches the soul

Touching composition 1 The morning breeze has rustled the pine forest; Sunset swept the grass and picked up Zhuji; Butterfly wings beat flowers and dance lightly; Green leaves fall in the morning dew, refracting sunlight. How wonderful everything is! What wonderful things nature has given us! It touched my heart deeply.

Stubborn grass

Last summer, when I was walking on the cement paved road in my school, I found a dog's tail grass standing resolutely in the gap of a cement slate. It is still very young and curious about the world. It is lonely because it has no companions, but it is proud because it has overcome extremely hard rocks. "The tempering is still tough, and the east, west, north and south winds." Yes, I also want to learn from this grass. No matter what happens, I will face it firmly, break the "rock" and stand proudly! It-this tenacious grass, deeply touched my heart.

Feeding ants

That time, on the way home, a black line came into my eyes. Oh! It's a group of ants. Ants carry some white food on their backs. They marched in two teams, which were long and could not see the head or the tail. Ah, a black line that never stops. They, United and hardworking ants, deeply touched my heart.

A flash in the pan

People often use a flash in the pan as a metaphor for rare and rare things, which disappear quickly as soon as they appear. Have you ever seen epiphyllum? When I was in bloom, it was beautiful: white petals, yellow stamens, sunny, exquisite and elegant gestures fascinated me, and the refreshing fragrance intoxicated me, even if it was only for four or five hours? People live in this world just to live a full and wonderful life. What's the point of living like this if they are mediocre? It-Epiphyllum, deeply touched my heart.

Nature, colorful and wonderful, has made me realize a lot of truth. It needs people to discover and understand its beauty, and that is the real beauty. Nature touched my heart.

Touching the soul composition 2 The night sky in summer is particularly bright, with shining stars all over the sky, crystal clear and refreshing.

Grandma likes to sit under the tree with her neighbors to enjoy the cool when she comes in the summer evening, so I stick to her and follow. The cool wind swept my ears and swept away the heat. I looked up at the sky and counted the stars quietly. But the cooing of my stomach broke the silence of the night. As soon as my face was hot, I immediately covered my stomach with my hand. Grandma looked at me with soft eyes, moved the biscuit that had just been put to her mouth and asked softly, "Do you want to eat?" I looked up at her, her thin yellow face crisscrossed, her sunken eyes and chapped lips were shocking. I don't know why I feel a little disgusted, and I don't know how to respond at the moment. The breeze blew up her silver hair and made her look older and older. I frowned when I held the biscuit in her hand like a dead tree skin and spit out the word "don't eat". Her eyes darkened, but she forced a smile to reassure me.

The moon came out, hanging high on the tender willow branches, and a soft moonlight floated in mid-air, like yarn and fog. I like the night view, but my stomach protested again. Grandma twisted her head stiffly. "eat?" Her eyes are full of expectation. I looked down and remained silent.

"She! I think you are dirty! " A shrill voice pierced my heart and the silence of the night. I hurriedly raised my head and burned my face. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, whistling. The moon is hidden behind the clouds and the stars are dim. It is cloudy. Neighbors dispersed when they saw the bad weather. The leaves rustled and the sound echoed in my ears for a long time. Grandma first froze, gave me a disappointed look and left alone, her rickety back drifting away.

A drop of hot tears slid across my face, and grandma's kindness floated into my eyes. I can't help regretting it. I quickly stepped forward and squeezed her hand. Grandma smiled gently, as if the scene just now had never happened. She put a warm coat on me and I smiled happily. A warm current flooded my whole body, but I can't forget the voice that touched my heart.

Touch the heart composition 3 a little candlelight, ignite dreams, burn yourself, and illuminate the front; A little candlelight drives away the darkness, makes love hot and bravely rushes over. ...

Whenever I am in a bad mood, I always sit quietly in my room and light a white candle. The candle flickers, shedding an elegant brilliance and a Beauty Zhang-like face, creating a poetic and dreamlike atmosphere.

The parent-teacher conference will be held on Saturday. Seeing that my grades have gradually declined since the first day of junior high school, I am very anxious and don't know how to explain it to my parents.

As soon as I got home, I locked the door, took out a candle from the drawer, lit it and put out the light. I don't like glare. It seems to have exposed every corner of my heart naked, without any privacy. There is also candlelight, which makes me feel a little warm in the dark. Although the light is small, it melts all kinds of unpleasantness in my heart, and then slowly passes by with time. ...

The candlelight is weak, everything around it seems dull, and no one gives it comfort, only accompanying it under the cover of night. It melts slowly until it becomes a thin layer of wax.

I can't help being moved by its disappearance, sorting out my thoughts and chewing my life. There are often power outages in life. At that moment, we were afraid of the darkness, even if there was only a faint candlelight, we were already satisfied. At this time, the heart, like a white cloud under the blue sky, gradually dissipated with the wind, and the troubles were swept away and freed. ...

Looking at the silent shadow under the window, I feel comfortable. Candle tears slowly flowed down, piled up to the roots and solidified, like a thousand white stalactites. In retrospect, it was bitter and sweet. The five-flavored bottles of life are scattered all over the place, and the five flavors are mixed. The goal is the senior high school entrance examination. Failure is just summing up experience again and again, and I am not discouraged. ...

Candlelight will shine brilliantly, and under the sun's bath, we should also swing slowly and strive to move forward. ...

Touching composition 4 The sunshine in winter is warm and comfortable. Always gives people warmth and dependence.

"Get up, get up." At the urging of my mother, I got up helplessly. Whispered: "Really, it's a big weekend, it's so cold, and I have to go to cram school." I unhurriedly packed my bags and reluctantly went out.

The rising sun always gives people vitality and hope. The sun shines on my body, which is particularly pleasant and my mood has become better.

Walking on the path, humming a song, I walked to the bus stop. Watching the rows of people who are about to start a new day sail. Thought; "When can we leave for spring?"

"The bus is coming all the way!" People rushed forward excitedly. I followed. When I got to the car door, I took my time to pay for my bag.

Touch left and touch again, but I can't find the money.

"Are you going up or not?" The driver urged me wearily. I rummaged through my bag and finally found a note, not to mention how happy I was. I quickly took it out, but what I saw was a "big bill" of 10 yuan, and I bowed my head shyly. It's no use feeling rich for the first time. It's embarrassing to look at those eyes.

"Sister, here you are."

Inadvertently, such a voice came from behind. I turned my head and saw a strange and close face. The little girl is white and tender, with big eyes, a pink face and a lovely cherry mouth, just like an angel.

The sun shone on her face. How beautiful!

Coins sparkled in his hand.

I took the coin and said thank you. She replied happily that you're welcome. A simple conversation has touched my heart, and tears have been swirling in my eyes.

After getting off the bus, I quickly went to the next tobacco and liquor store to exchange money. I could have returned the money to her and said thank you. I don't know why, but I just don't want to send this feeling back.

The sun shines on the coin in your hand again, and it shines even more brightly on a handful of coins.

Looking at the train bound for spring, I always think of the voice that touched my heart.

Touching composition 5 Whenever I walk on the familiar road back to the village, I will definitely notice an ordinary willow tree and a small earth nest under it, and I will recall the experience of that day, and the scenery that touched my heart seems to be staged again.

There was no one at home that day, so I had to go to the village alone to buy breakfast. Because it is rush hour and there are many people buying breakfast, I have already queued up and had to wait in a long queue.

Perhaps out of boredom, I deliberately looked at the old woman in front of me. She has white hair, and occasionally a few black hairs stand out.

I finally bought breakfast, and the old woman was already ahead of me. Gradually, we walked on the way back to the village. The naughty boys in our village get up early and play with glass balls under the willows.

Wicker doesn't seem to wake up, blowing listlessly. At this time, the glass ball flew into the middle of the road and a child came to pick it up. Unexpectedly, suddenly a car flew towards the child. Faced with the call of death, the child was so scared that he did not move, and his eyes looked at the dead flight in despair. There was a sound of "alas" and the car stopped. This sound is like an armor-piercing bullet, which not only shocked the car, but also seemed to tear the sky by it. Willow also woke up from sleep and swayed from side to side.

My heart was broken by it, too. At this time, I just came to my senses. It was none other than the old woman. When I looked at her, the breakfast she bought was already scattered on the ground. She walked up to the child and said, "Young man, go home quickly and don't let your parents worry." The child just nodded and ran away with his partner. The old woman came back to get breakfast. I have put the breakfast on the ground and took her home.

Although I didn't have breakfast that day, I was deeply impressed by the voice that touched my heart. It is like a powerful arm, pulling the child back from the hand of death.

Every time I go there again, the voice that touches my heart seems to echo in my ears again.

Touching Composition 6 During the summer vacation, my mother gave me a copy of Chinese Poetry Conference. As soon as I took over this book, I was deeply attracted by its quaint and unique cover. I can't wait to open this book-a poetic journey that touched my heart began.

Turning to the first page, Su Shi, a heroic, optimistic and uninhibited poet, slowly came to me. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." When is the bright moon? What a bold and broad artistic conception it contains, and what an optimistic and broad-minded feeling it is. Su Shi's longing for the bright moon, attachment to the world, romantic colors, unique style and flowing language give me beautiful enjoyment. "Water Tune Song Tou" is a famous sentence handed down from ancient times!

Then, I approached the graceful poetess Li Qingzhao. "Fight for the ferry, fight for the ferry, and start the gull heron pool." I read her dream, as if I had come to a colorful world and saw a girl in a boudoir to be married. I enjoyed the joy and excitement with Li Qingzhao. When her country was ruined and her life experienced ups and downs, her endless thoughts and grief were poured into a plum, a slow voice and Wuling Spring. "Flowers floating in the water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of idleness", "looking for, cold and clear, sad and sad" and "fearing that the boat will not move, sentimental", Li Qingzhao, a talented woman of a generation, explained the beauty and sadness of classical poetry for us with compassionate pen and ink!

It also touched Yue Fei's ardent patriotism. Reading Red River, I seem to see Yue Fei standing on the fence, looking up at the sky, full of worries, giving a long whistle.

One poem after another is like a dazzling shell, which deeply attracts me. How many mornings and evenings, I was intoxicated by Xin Qiji's romantic fantasy, feeling Li Bai's passion and Du Fu's concern for the country and the people. ...

After reading poems, I realized that I entered the palace of classical literature. Many poets and poets condensed lofty sentiments and gentleness, joy and sadness into a touching poem, which will last forever. These gorgeous poems will continue to touch my heart!

Touching composition 7 The cold wind is whistling outside the window, and there is light snow beating against the window and banging in the rain.

This afternoon, after I woke up, my mother hadn't cooked yet, but my stomach was already growling with hunger. I said to my mother, "Mom, I'm hungry and want to eat baked sweet potatoes." Mother asked strangely, "Why do you suddenly want to eat baked sweet potatoes?" "I just dreamed that it was delicious and steaming." "Where can I buy it for you in such a cold day?" "I don't care, I want to eat." Mother looked out of the window and then at the time. It's already five o'clock, and she whispered, "It's so late, she must be hungry, but where can I buy it?" Mother put on her coat, scarf and hat. "Ok, I'll buy it for you and wait at home." Say that finish out of the door. I happily ran back to my room, turned on the TV, and waited for my mother to bake sweet potatoes.

It was snowing more and more outside, but I stayed in the air-conditioned room, unaware of the cold outside, lying under the covers, watching TV and laughing happily.

I didn't look at the time until my stomach rang like a drum. It was half past five, and I was a little worried. How did time pass so quickly? Why hasn't mom come back yet? Is everything all right? I looked at the foggy glass and listened to the sound of the second hand ticking away, and I became more and more worried. So I called: "Sorry, the number you dialed is power off ..." Listening to the voice on the phone, I was even more anxious. ...

Every minute and second that follows is a kind of torture. I'm so anxious that my hands are sweating like ants on hot bricks. For a long time, I finally heard footsteps on the stairs. I quickly opened the door, a cold wind hit my face, and then a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes.

"Mom ... mom, you're back ..." I choked up. Mom quickly closed the door. I watched her frozen red nose and trembling hands reach out to me. I was so excited with joy that tears welled up in my eyes. I hugged my mother tightly and covered her hand with my warm hand. ...

Touching is often only a moment, but that moment is longer than ten years. ...

I remember in a hot summer, although the air conditioner was on, it was still very hot at home, and my mother and I were sweating on our heads. At this time, the active air conditioner suddenly went on strike and the watch didn't work. Only then did we realize that the power was out. My sweat keeps running down, and so does my mother. I lay on the mat and fell asleep gradually. ...

In my dream, I played with some angel sisters. They took me to the sky. At this time, my body became lighter. It turned out that I grew a pair of wings and flew into the sky. There are many birds around me, singing touching songs for me, and I am immersed in this happy atmosphere. ...

At this time, I woke up and saw that there was still no electricity at home. However, I think it's cool. I saw my mother sitting next to me with a fan in her hand. However, the sweat had already soaked my mother's skirt, but I asked me kindly: "Is it hot?" It's neither hot nor hot. I'm busy talking. : "Mom, you go to sleep quickly." "No, you go to sleep quickly, mom is not sleepy." Mom still smiles so kindly. So I lay down again and turned around obediently. Although it's still breezy around, I can't sleep. It makes me sad to think that my mother is still fanning me with sweat and rain. ...

Suddenly, the electricity came! I only heard my mother breathe a sigh of relief, then turned on the air conditioner, walked out of the room and gently closed the door. My ears seem to hear the sound of the washing machine turning again, and the sound of the collision of bowls and chopsticks. ...

Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm even in winter.

Touching composition 9 In our life, many things often happen. In these things, there is a power that touches the heart, and different things have different powers.

Love-an unfathomable power

When I was a child, my mother always loved me more than others, and I used this to spoil my mother. My mother won't refuse me either. I still remember that rainy night. I had a high fever and a bad headache. But because I thought it was night, it was very late and I didn't have time to go to the hospital. What's more, it was raining heavily. I wanted to hold out until the next day, but it was so cold that I added a quilt, but my mother still realized that I had a problem and asked me what was wrong. But I can't speak, I just tremble. In a daze, my mother touched my head and I jumped into the air.

It turned out that my mother took me to the hospital with my back, but when I saw the sweat on my mother's forehead, I cried and my mother panicked. I feel surrounded by a powerful force, that is love, that is the soul-stirring force.

Unity-the power to shake the earth.

Everyone has seen ants and naturally knows some great deeds about them.

As we all know, ants are burned in layers. And they are also very United when carrying food. Once, by chance, I saw an ant carrying the body of a beetle 100 times bigger than it. Of course, his strength is far from enough. The road is rugged, the route is dangerous and the front is covered with thorns. I can't help wondering whether it will give up easily because of difficulties and setbacks. I didn't expect that I was right. It really gave up. I sigh that ants, like some people, dare not try, retreat in the face of difficulties and feel disappointed. Suddenly, a group of ants came in, hoping it would happen in front of us: one ant tugged at the beetle's front leg, the other four ants pushed from behind the beetle, and the rest of the ants crawled around them, ready to stand by at any time.

So this is the power of unity and touching people's hearts. Love and unity, around us, there are many moving forces waiting for us to tap.

Touching composition 10 The original cabinet at home was moved by my father. In order not to be empty, my mother hung some old photos on the wall.

One day, I happened to see one of the photos. The two people in the photo were very close, that was me and my mother.

That day, my classmates and I chased and played at school and had a good time. But suddenly, I was stirred by something and fell down. Although it is not very serious, some of the scars left before are broken. Because it is a school, I am afraid that others will say that I am timid, so I pretend to be a "man" and don't care.

Finally, after school, I hurried home and looked at the wound again. Because it was not handled properly, the wound became inflamed. My mother saw this scene and quickly came to my side, her face dignified and uneasy. Even if I complain about my carelessness, I can understand how worried my mother is about me.

My mother and father took me to the hospital. The doctor kept smearing the wound with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant, just like rubbing salt on the wound. My nose hurts and my face is covered with tears. My mother held me down and wouldn't let me move, so I put all my moving power on my mother's arm.

On the way home, I covered my arm and sang softly again. Everyone on the side of the road is busy, only my mother gave me a loving look. She gently lifted my arm and gently blew the wound. Like the spring breeze, it melts in the cold north wind and seems to take away the pain.

At that moment, I realized how much I didn't let my parents worry, although they have been very tolerant and considerate of me. Tears welled up in my eyes when I saw the bruises on my mother's arms.

I loved the cold more that winter, but my memory was unusually warm. Willow leaves grow on the trees, people's faces are full of smiles, and there is a mother and son on the roadside, who are very close. That winter, in the photos taken by my father, the scenery always touched my heart.

Touching composition 1 1 "What happened to me playing computer? Why can everyone else play and I can't? " Another voice said, "The others you mentioned are gangsters. Why not study with good grades and mix with poor grades all day? " Yes, I'm arguing with my mother.

I ran out after quarreling with my mother, and I heard her voice shouting behind me. But I just ignore the owner of this voice.

I am 8th grade at this time. The reason why I have become like this is because the so-called "Guangming Middle School Logistics Office", people my age infect each other with all the malice and playfulness of children. Anyway, as long as it's not delicious, everyone there has it. When I ran out, I thought, "Why did my mother send me to such a terrible place? It's just that everyone there is related to our family. Why does my mother believe my relative's words so much that I didn't think about my future when I lived with him? " Thinking of this, my mother suddenly ran over, because every time I ran here, my mother would come over and say to me, "Come home with me now if you have something to say." "I agreed, because I have nothing to do outside.

My mother and I quarreled as soon as we got home. My mother asked me, "What are you doing out? Are you still going to find those people? " I said, "What do I want with them? Besides, I know them because of you. If you hadn't let me live in the so-called logistics department, would I know them? " I can surf the Internet in cut class. Will my grades drop? "Speaking of which, I saw my mother's tears flow out. As far as I can remember, my mother never shed a tear no matter what happened. But today, I saw tears, accompanied by hope, as if I had a beautiful dream, and suddenly woke up to find nothing, an incredible but inevitable fact. I saw that my mother's tears contained all kinds of disappointments to me. I seemed to wake up suddenly, and then I said to my mother, "I'll change." "Then I ran to my room and began to cry. These tears are like I am ashamed of everything I have done and feel guilty about my mother. ...

Touching composition 12 touching is discovering that people are in nature; Touching is a kind of gratitude, which lies in understanding and caring; Moving is a kind of motivation. Think in action. In a word, touch is indispensable in our life. It makes us remember the past, appreciate the present and look forward to the future.

One Sunday afternoon, it was very hot. I went to the amusement park with some childhood friends. After a while, we all sweated, so we decided to buy some ice cream. We sat in chairs, ate ice cream and threw the bags on the floor. Suddenly, a lively and lovely little boy caught my eye, only to see him pouncing in my direction, picking up the garbage we just left one by one with immature hands and putting it in the trash can. We all blushed at once, and I couldn't help feeling how the little boy's behavior touched my heart. There are many touching moments in the world, both beautiful and tragic ... I hope each of us can capture the touching moments.

The moment that touches the soul is not only a little boy's behavior of picking up garbage, but more importantly, his spirit worth learning.

Life is like a song, and years are like the sea. It is beautiful to have life. Although there are some disappointments in life, there are also many wonderful moments in life: the back of my mother cooking breakfast for me in the morning moved me; When crossing the road, a little girl held the grandmother's back, which moved me; When encountering difficulties and setbacks, the words of encouragement from classmates and teachers moved me ... There are many beautiful moments in life, which strongly shocked our hearts, purified our hearts, educated our thoughts and made us grow up happily!

Touching composition 13 maternal love is a street lamp, which drives away the darkness and leaves light for me; Motherly love is a string that touches my heart; Motherly love is an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain; Motherly love is ...

I still remember reading an article called "Worship of Tibetan Antelope", which said: An old hunter walked out of the room in the morning and saw a fat Tibetan antelope not far away. He couldn't help but shine at the moment and quickly took out his gun. Just as he approached the Tibetan antelope and pointed his gun at it, the mother Tibetan antelope suddenly knelt down with her front legs, and two lines of tears welled up in his beautiful and helpless eyes. The old hunter felt a quiver in his heart, but still. The old hunter returned to the house, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time. The next day, when he went out to cut open its belly, the old hunter was shocked. There is a small Tibetan antelope in his belly that has been formed but has not been born before. The hunter realized that she knelt down and looked at him imploringly just to protect her unborn child.

Protecting children, things are like this, why can people be inferior?

In the 5 12 earthquake, the selflessness and sincerity of maternal love were once again demonstrated.

She died and was crushed to death by the collapsed house, but she died in a strange posture: kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her hands and hunched over. She was surprised when the rescuers came to her side. Later, a baby, a mobile phone and an unsent message were found under her body: Baby, if you are still there, this touching sentence made me cry at the last moment of my life.

All loving mothers in the world, including animals, are sacred.

A great man once said, "Great maternal love is always a safe shelter for children and a powerful protection for children and adults."

Maternal love is the sea, then I am a small fish, and I can never leave her arms.

Maternal love is rain and dew, then I am a small tree, and I can never leave her moisture.

Motherly love is a string, then I am a beating note, which will always touch my heart.

Touching composition 14 that smile touched my heart.

Smile is beautiful, smile is the most beautiful. Smile, like a bud, embodies sincerity, kindness and warmth. A smile is like a moving song, and every beating note reveals the sincerity of the sender. I can't forget that smile.

"Boom!" With a thunder, the sky began to darken, the biting cold wind hit, and the rain beat the ground mercilessly, causing ripples. Pedestrians have been hiding under the eaves to avoid the rain, so I went downstairs with an umbrella. There is a mother and son and an old woman under the eaves. I put away my umbrella, waved the rain on it and was about to go upstairs. "Little girl, can you lend me your umbrella?" An old and kind voice came into my ears. I turned around and saw the old woman's mouth was blown up, and her eyes narrowed slightly. Her mouth smiled and her eyes were full of expectation. I froze for a moment, but I didn't make any noise. I turned around and went upstairs. When I get home, I can't help but want to see my grandmother. I opened the curtains and saw grandma and aunt pushing umbrellas around just now. Finally, the aunt took the umbrella and smiled and told the grandmother that she didn't understand what she was saying, so she took her son to open it and left. I really regret remembering just now. I picked up my umbrella and rushed downstairs. I wanted to give it to my grandmother, but I found no one there. My grandmother has left. Maybe someone lent her an umbrella, or maybe she went back in the rain.

I gave a long sigh. What did I find-what kind of true feelings did that smile contain?

Bloom your smile! Let smile compose beautiful music; Let smiles draw beautiful pictures; Let smile write colorful articles. No matter what you do, smiling, smiling always makes people feel happy; No matter what setbacks you encounter, smile. Smiling can always make people overcome setbacks.

The smile on that rainy day touched my heart!

Touching composition 15 a man with a slightly simple appearance sat on a bench and told his experience of waiting for the bus with passers-by. People come and go, and he still sits on the bench. That man's name is Forrest Gump, and he touched my heart.

Forrest Gump, whose IQ is only 75, spent his childhood being laughed at, ridiculed and teased by others. Only his mother silently taught the incompetent child in the eyes of the world behind his back. The amazing speed of Forrest Gump successfully entered the football team. Later, he went to the army and met Babu. On the battlefield, the troops were ambushed. Fortunately, Forrest Gump bravely ran out of the quagmire and smoke of the Vietnam War. Later, he participated in the "ping pong diplomacy" that opened a new era of Sino-US diplomacy.

He has been running all his life. He ran through ridicule and ridicule, ran through the battlefield filled with smoke, ran across the table tennis table and traveled all over the United States, and finally found love, affection, friendship and philosophy. His experience, like layers of microwaves, touched my heartstrings and touched my heart. I thought that people like him were destined to be ordinary, but his golden qualities such as innocence, singleness, persistence, courage and honesty touched me.

I turned off the TV and closed my eyes, remembering the moment of giving up, complaining, confused eyes, remembering things in this world that make people's hearts no longer pure, intrigue, hubbub, money, fame and fortune. We are all troubled and troubled by these things. I stood up and hurried to the door, running against the afterglow of the sunset, leaving a yellow figure. I ran across the path, and the image of Forrest Gump stood in my heart like a tall sculpture. I should also put away my muddled thoughts and pursue my dreams. When the sun disappears on the horizon, it still radiates dazzling, bright and charming light.

Life is like a box of chocolates, the result is always unexpected. Forrest Gump deeply touched my heart.