I am urgently looking for a perfect composition with touching topics! ! I want 500 words, preferably no more than 600. Please help me, brothers and sisters! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The feeling of happiness

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. And I am a lucky girl who can enjoy this kind of happiness. That winter, under the snow The firecrackers were flying. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light was full of flying snowflakes, as if I couldn't restrain my joy. The continuous sound of firecrackers filled the warm atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Everything seemed to be in full swing. Reflected in the orange-red light background, including the faintly visible strands of silver hair in my parents' hair, shine brightly in this winter night painting. I will never forget how my parents raised me. They He watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm penetrate into me, and made my little flower grow happily and vigorously. I can’t remember how many times I fell, and my parents used encouraging eyes and kind words. The smile cheered me up and stood up again; I can’t forget how many nights I spent reviewing my lessons under the lamp, and my parents sat blankly under the lamp, accompanying me silently most of the night------I can’t remember how many. A small thing full of parents' love, I can't forget how many parents have cared like the sun ----- Suddenly, I felt that the light was filled with love, and in the dancing snowflakes, my face became moist unconsciously. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly felt moved and felt that I should do something for it. I would give my parents a surprise the next day. At dawn the next day, I got up quietly. The whole night was like a feather. The heavy snow turned the earth into a beautiful place, and even the sunlight shining through the window was so dazzling. I hurriedly opened the door, and as soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. A snow doll stood in front of my house, playful. With an expression on his face, he had a big red hat on his head, waving his "big hands", grinning sweetly. With a puff, I couldn't help but laugh. "Happy New Year!" Two people walked out from behind the snow doll. The individual, turned out to be my parents, looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly felt sour, and I couldn't help but shed tears. I wanted to give my parents a - but I didn't expect them... facing my parents. I was speechless. On that piece of snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long, long time - I remember a poet said this: "How can I thank you when I When I walked toward you, I originally wanted to harvest a ray of spring breeze. How did you ask me to thank you? How did you ask me to thank you? When I walked toward you, I originally wanted to harvest a ray of spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. How did you ask me to thank you? Thank you, when I walked towards you, I originally wanted to pick up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the whole spring; how can I thank you, when I walked towards you, I originally wanted to pick up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the whole spring. Gave me the whole ocean. Gave me the whole ocean." Yes, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad. You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I have nothing to repay. There is There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me happiness, thank you for letting me learn to be moved. I understand your hardships, I understand your full hopes, and I will do my best. Power gives everyone happiness, and lets everyone learn to be moved! Snowy day, snowy day, there is such a story. Winter is coming, and the snowflakes are flying like goose feathers. In the early morning, I was walking on the street without anything to do, and I felt very cold. The day before yesterday , the city issued an order: All advertisements, leaflets, etc. posted in any corner must be cleared away. For this reason, all the cleaners in the city were dispatched and began to comprehensively clean this originally beautiful place. city. I looked at the heavy snow flying in the sky, and watched a group of cleaners busy. Inadvertently, I found a few leaflets and other papers posted on the smooth wall opposite. An old man The female cleaner was tearing the papers carefully. It seemed that the papers were difficult to tear off. The female cleaner brushed the papers with a brush soaked in water, and then carefully tore them off with her hands. I I thought, her hands must be cold, but she was not afraid of the cold, and there was fire in her heart. She was very serious and cleared several pieces of paper in succession. She walked to another one. But, I saw that her She raised her right hand, but it stopped in the air, as if frozen. I saw her move closer to the wall. Then, I saw her shake her head slightly. What's wrong, what happened? I'm surprised. . I saw her looking at it intently for a while, then slowly left.

I picked up the piece of paper but didn't clear it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city's regulations? A series of questions came to my mind. Well, I'll go over and take a closer look, I thought. I was about to start when I saw another thin female cleaner approaching the piece of paper. Her behavior was exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: she raised her right hand and froze it in the air; she shook her head slightly; she looked at it intently for a while. I left slowly. I became more confused and decided to take a look. I crossed the road and came to the wall. What caught my eyes was a missing person notice. It said: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old... My doubts were cleared, and I finally understood everything. The snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer felt cold... I was moved by the fact that there is a glass in my heart, which contains big, small, red, and green. Something. That is my sweet and bitter recording chip. Take out a small piece of it at random and insert it into the flow of my memory. When I was a child, I was very playful. There was a small river near the school, and the water was particularly clear. , especially green. When summer comes, there are a lot of fish and shrimps in the river. Especially the big lobsters, which are either floating slightly on the water or hidden in the aquatic plants. The big lobsters are also very easy to take the bait. , there were two or three at once. Seeing the expressions and joy on the faces of my friends, I felt itchy and joined the shrimp fishing team. Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on a hole and fell. I was in the river. I was flopping in the water and shouting - a teacher happened to be passing by. He hurriedly ran down the river beach without taking off his clothes, rushed into the water and dragged me ashore. I don't know. Whether it was because I was frightened by falling into the water, or because I was young and ignorant, I looked at the teacher who was soaked all over, and I was not moved. I was still so playful in elementary school. I was tireless during the day and fell asleep at night. It was very heavy, and I often couldn't get up in the morning. In order not to be late, I often forgot to bring my lunch box in my rush. As soon as noon arrived, my stomach naturally sang the uncomfortable "empty city plan", and my classmates The relish made me almost salivate. Every time at this time, the head teacher would always take out half of the rice in her box and let me share it with me. The strange thing is that the teacher always eats very little. But she always said that she was full. I didn’t know why. Looking at the teacher’s motherly smile, I was still not moved ----- When I was in middle school, I was faced with an increase in courses and an increase in study load. It got worse, so I had no choice but to say goodbye to Tan Wan. I immersed myself in books and immersed myself in the sea of ??questions every day. The teachers also held on very tightly, often one front leg in and the other back leg out. I I am very strong-willed by nature, so in order to keep my grades from being too embarrassing, I really never get tired of learning and asking questions. Whenever I have time, I ask the teacher for advice. Sometimes I even catch the teacher while he is eating. The teacher is often there right away. I put down my job and patiently answered my questions while wiping the sweat from my forehead. Maybe it was because I was under too much pressure to study, or maybe I was too busy squeezing time. Facing the teacher's slightly tired face, I was still not moved ----- soon When I took the high school entrance examination, in order to squeeze into the single-plank bridge of the National High School, I studied even harder, forgetting all sleep and food. Once, I actually fell asleep in English class. Surprisingly, the teacher was actually beside me, which made me even more surprised. What's surprising is that she didn't wake me up. After class, she just said softly: "You will catch a cold if you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the few strands of bangs blowing in the breeze, my eyes were-- ---The memory wheel stopped rotating, and my thoughts were brought back to reality. There was a cool, salty feeling on my face. Is this touching?! This is touching!

In an instant I was so moved

Occasionally I looked up from the sea of ??books and saw clusters of redbud flowers burning passionately outside the window. The flowers are painted with my light and warm color. Suddenly, my heart was inexplicably moved.

In a trance, the wind took me to the fork in my childhood. In the kindergarten, under the old trees covered with redbuds, I was so lonely as a child. I watched my classmates playing from a distance, while I hid under the tree and played with the corners of my clothes sadly.

A redbud flower fell softly and gently drew a graceful arc, as if it was welcoming someone. "It's so beautiful!" There was an admiration from behind, and I turned around: "Teacher!"

She smiled, walked over gently, and knelt down: "Xin'er, why do you see such beautiful flowers? , not happy?" There was a smile on her fair face.

The eyes as deep as a pool of water are bright, vaguely reflecting the blossoming redbud flowers, gorgeous and warm.

I lowered my head and played with the corners of my clothes uneasily with my fingers. It took a long time before I said, "I don't know." She ignored my perfunctory words and still smiled softly: "Okay, I'll give you a gift. Happy." After that, she blinked and magically "conjured" a bag of redbud flowers filled with light fragrance!

The blossoming flowers dripping with water droplets are fragrant and as translucent as crystal, but they are filled with warm sunshine.

Transparent as her eyes, warm as her smile.

For a moment, I was slightly startled, and my heart began to tremble slightly. The sound was very delicate and very loud, from far to near. The dry eyes began to moisten slightly. In front of such a beautiful gift, the childish grievance and loneliness had long since disappeared.

"Ha!" A big smile appeared on my face, reflecting the redbud flowers, without any sadness. She also smiled, and smiled softly: "Xin'er, by the way, smile happily." Under the simple and slightly wild blue sky, we held the brilliant redbud flowers, smiled and were moved.

Many years later, I realized that that moment of slight daze was called touching. It blooms carefree like a redbud flower, warming the indifferent memories of my childhood.

Someone pushed me from behind: "What are you thinking about?"

I wiped the tears from my eyes: "It's nothing." The light purple reflected into my eyes.

It was as if someone said softly: "The feeling was instantaneous."

Fan Wen 2

The brand new One Hundred Quick< /p>

Who can forget that natural disaster? The earth is merciless but the people are merciful, and I can’t forget the feelings people brought to me.

It was a noon filled with sorrow, sacrifice, and the shining light of humanity. Disaster struck, and the earth cracked like a long scar. Afterwards, I learned about this ruined place from TV. These scenes were heart-wrenching, and what made me even more anxious was that I couldn't get in. I observed a moment of silence in front of the TV, prayed for them, and then made a donation.

When you go out, there are donation boxes on the street. On the bustling street, this donation box stuffed with a few cents and a few dollars seemed out of place. Sighing, I threw some money into the donation box and went home.

When I went to school the next day, I passed the donation box again. A flash of red in the box made me stop. When I took a closer look, I saw a brand new one hundred yuan lying on it safely. A warm current surged in my heart, and I couldn't help but imagine who this kind person was. I thought: Which rich person in this family has such a kind heart? The mysterious donor was soon discovered, but he was not a wealthy man.

Someone saw and photographed the scene of donating money and posted it on the street bulletin board. The orange figure was Aunt Wang wearing sanitation worker's clothes. She was holding a brand new one hundred yuan note and putting it into the donation box. The dirty gloves seemed incompatible with the neat hundred dollars, but the bright smile on Aunt Wang's face only made people feel his dedication and the love that the hundred dollars bore. There is a line of text under the photo: Let love and touching flow between your hearts and mine.

When I saw the one hundred yuan in the donation box, my heart was filled with excitement, and I was infected by the good deeds of this kind of person; when I saw the photo on the bulletin board, my heart skipped a beat, and I was moved by this kind of humanity. I was moved by the truth, kindness and beauty of my heart and my heart of helping others.

At this moment, this brand new one hundred yuan is worth remembering and cherishing in my heart. I believe that even on cold days, as long as I think of that orange figure and the shining pink in the morning, I will feel warm in my heart, warmth from the heart.

Later, the street commended Aunt Wang, and Aunt Wang donated the money awarded to her.

She didn’t think about being commended when she donated money, she just wanted to express her feelings. She never thought that her brand-new one hundred yuan card would make many pedestrians like me feel moved, and she would pass on this love. We treasure this brand new one hundred yuan in our hearts and treasure the momentary touch.

Fan Wensan

Can't forget your firm nod

Without your firm nod, nothing can support me to walk confidently.

——Inscription

I thought that I had hidden my hesitation under my tears and laughter so that no one would know;

I thought that I had hidden my hesitation The loss is buried deep in disdain and no one knows it.

But your nod will make my cold heart well up with warmth.

Do you remember that before that game, I stood aside in silence, with my hopes brought by consecutive years of victory pinned on me. I didn’t dare to tell anyone that I was scared. In fact, my body was shaking slightly with fear, but I said it was a muscle reaction. You really saw through my mind. You wanted to come towards me, but you stopped some distance away.

It was time to start, and I came to the starting line with lead-heavy feet. His wandering eyes met yours while escaping, and you smiled. You smile very seriously under the sun, with the corners of your mouth raised at just the right angle, without anything awkward or artificial. You nodded heavily to me, as if telling me your language. There was a light of trust in his eyes. Not many words, or rather no words at all, conveyed everything to me. Just a moment!

There are still people who remember that I need genuine greetings and care, and there are still people who remember that what I want from time to time is so clear that I can’t withstand the wind blowing "Come on", and there are still people who know that I need trust instead of repetition. The ground asked me if I was sure. A rare moment!

An inexplicable warmth surged in my heart, melting my heart that had long been frozen into ice. Gradually it spreads through the blood and travels through every corner of the body. Something called "moving" made every cell in me full of vitality. Facing the goal, I regained my confidence: run fast, jump up, jump high, use my hands and feet, and land. You drive me to draw an arc of my own. I succeeded!

Through the crowd, I found you and stood in front of you. You seem to be satisfied with the realization of your language, and the corners of your mouth are rising again, a little higher than the angle just now.

I said "I succeeded!"

You smiled mischievously, and then nodded to me, twice. I clearly remember the tips of my hair blown by the wind. It is not as firm and powerful as the competition, but it has a different kind of tenderness and affirmation.

Perhaps there is no better reward than your nod!

I also know that every time I think of your firm nod when I am helpless, an inexplicable warmth will surge in my heart, and then support me to walk bravely!

Example 4

A moment that moved me

Perhaps everyone has experienced something that moved them, maybe it was from a loved one, maybe it was The touch from a friend may be from a classmate or teacher. I have also experienced things that moved me, but maybe a little different from everyone else. What moved me was a strange mother and son.

That day, our family went to the hotel for dinner. Sitting next to us was a mother and her son. The mother was gray-haired and very weak. She was sitting motionless in a wheelchair and seemed unable to take care of herself. Own. Her son was sitting next to her. He was probably in his thirties or forties, wearing a suit and ties, looking like a successful man.

I thought that this neatly dressed middle-aged man in a suit would not be a filial son, but after a while, I realized that I was completely wrong.

The middle-aged man held a recipe in his hand and gently asked the old man next to him what he liked to eat. Whenever the old man told her some dishes that were not good for her health, the middle-aged man would explain carefully to her gray-haired mother, "This dish cannot be eaten because it will have an impact on the old man's health." When being served to the table, the son always picks up vegetables and feeds them to his old mother who is unable to move in a wheelchair, and then eats them himself. The middle-aged man kept asking softly: "Is it delicious? If it's delicious, please eat more." The old man ate slowly, with a peaceful and satisfied expression on his face. The middle-aged man chatted with his mother while feeding, "When I was a child, you fed me bite by bite like this. I still remember it clearly! Now that you are old, I will take care of you just like you took care of me when I was a child." "Although the old man was sitting in a wheelchair and could not move independently, I saw a happy smile on her face.

That moment was so heartwarming and full of true love. I was deeply moved by this middle-aged man. When we were young, our parents taught us to walk, fed us, and taught us how to live. They put in a lot of effort. When our parents are old, we should help them walk and take care of their food, clothing, and daily life. When they can't take care of themselves, we should be like this middle-aged man, feeding our parents and taking good care of our elders.

“Who can repay three rays of spring for a small amount of grass?” We can never repay the kindness of our parents in raising us, but we must always have a filial piety towards our parents, so that they can appreciate us because of us. feel happy and satisfied by existence.

Once, they held our little hands and walked step by step. Now that they are older, we have to hold their hands that have left traces of time and walk towards the beautiful scenery of dusk.

Example Five

A moment and a lifetime

The ocean of life contains many touching stories. These touching stories are like small pebbles. One can stir up thousands of waves in an instant, making you unforgettable for the rest of your life.

In the hot summer, it is such a pleasure to be able to sit under the air conditioner and drink ice water! I had just finished shopping with my classmates and was enjoying it with my legs crossed! Next to me is a large piece of glass that allows me to see everything on the street.

My eyes were aimlessly searching for new things. Suddenly, my classmate shouted in surprise: "Hey! Look! That crazy woman from yesterday has appeared again." I took a closer look and saw that it was she!

I am very familiar with her, but she is a stranger. I always see her every time I pass this road. His whole body was dirty, and his hair was all in clumps since he hadn't washed it for who knows how many years. The clothes were in tatters, and the lower half of the body looked like it was not wearing anything. When you see people around you covering their noses to avoid her, you know how terrible the smell on her body is.

Watching her jumping around on this stretch of road, I couldn’t help but feel bored, and cursed in a low voice: It’s so embarrassing, don’t you know that you will affect the appearance of the city? "I felt extremely disgusted with her: Why don't you go to work if you have hands and feet? You can just idle around here all day long.

Suddenly, a classmate pushed me: "Look! Someone feels the same as you! I'm giving her clothes! "I took a look, and couldn't help but feel regretful: Alas! It would be such a waste to give such a good dress to her! While I was mourning for that dress, the classmates next to me became excited again! "Hey, hey! What do you see she is doing? ”

I looked at it curiously, and my heart skipped a beat. She, she actually gave that dress to a child begging on the roadside!

The sun shines Seeing her smiling but swarthy face, my heart suddenly warmed up. Maybe the child was frightened and forgot to take the clothes for a while. She suddenly stuffed the clothes into the child's arms and started jumping around. Gone.

At this moment, when I looked at her, I no longer felt like there was a halo around her body. Even her smiling face was so cute. At that moment, the softest part of my heart felt. When I touched it, heat rushed up to my nose, and it was sour.

I can’t forget the tenderness in her eyes at that time; I can’t forget her lovely smile at that time; I can’t forget what she brought to me at that time. Touched and shocked.

I will always remember: The greatest person does not give expensive things to others, but gives what he has to others.

She. That incident, that moment, I will never forget in my life!