Write a composition of 100 words on the topic of moving.

1. Ask for an essay on the topic of moving. 100 words of China heart, can't be broken. May 2, 2008 14: 28, was a sunny day, but it was unforgettable for countless people.

At that moment, a rare earthquake measuring 8.0 on the Richter scale occurred in Wenchuan, located in the Sichuan earthquake zone, which caused billions of economic losses and instantly razed the towns of Nuoda. However, what is more serious than the economic loss is people's mental loss-this earthquake caused more than 60,000 deaths, more than 300,000 injuries and countless people lost their loved ones! This series of shocking figures is sad, the earthquake is ruthless, and the disaster is avoided! However, even if the land is really terrible, the mother's comfort in the disaster is reassuring; Even if the earthquake is dangerous, the teacher's arms under the ruins make people feel safe; Even though the earthquake is cruel, it is really warm! In this earthquake, countless stories touched people-Chengdu taxi drivers spontaneously organized to go to the disaster area; The teacher saved 59 students with his own wisdom; The mother breast-fed her child, saving her life, but killing her. Brother carried his sister out of the disaster area 12 hours ... countless touching stories made us cry.

However, there is a story that people who have heard it burst into tears; There is a short message, and everyone who has read it is moved by it; Have a sincere heart, all people are moved by it! That is an ordinary mother. Like many people, she was pinned down by the falling house, but the difference is that there is a baby under her. Her thin shoulders resisted the huge concrete slab; Her bent spine blocked the heavy rubble; Her slender hands gripped the hard floor.

She gently comforted the child: "Baby, don't cry." The child looked at his mother in confusion and finally fell asleep.

Gradually, my mother felt that she couldn't support herself. She tried her best to finish a short message: "Dear baby, if you are lucky enough to survive, you must remember that your mother loves you!" " This is my mother's last words and a declaration of mother's love! The child still fell asleep quietly, still with a sweet smile, without any panic, because he knew that the place with his mother must be beautiful, safe and warm … not only in the earthquake, but also after the earthquake, the true feelings are still infinitely warm! After the earthquake, Premier Wen immediately rushed to the front line and immediately launched rescue. Thousands of children in Qian Qian gave their love, whether it was a quilt, a dress or a scarf, they all sent deep feelings to the people in the disaster area.

With sincere hearts and smiling faces, people lend a helping hand to send warmth to the people in the disaster areas and build a bridge of life! Chinese people are indomitable and indomitable. As long as we unite and work together, there will be no insurmountable and invincible pain! I remember Premier Wen once said: "Mountains can move, but they can't shake the determination of China people in earthquake relief;" Water can stop it, but it can't stop the deep friendship of mainland compatriots! "Since the earthquake, all parts of the world have been supporting our country, and the rescue has never stopped. Time is life! PLA officers and men save lives day and night. A soldier was admitted to the hospital several times. When he woke up and found himself leaving the "battlefield", he suddenly pulled out his needle and flew out. Comrades stopped him, he can't go any further! Saving lives again and again, I really can't stand sticking to my big body! In the face of his comrades who insisted on stopping him, he abandoned the dignity of the soldiers, squatted down and cried to his comrades: "Please let me save another one! "This kind of kneeling is not cowardice or humiliation, but a soldier's commitment to the people and contribution to society! Both the great maternal love in the earthquake and the requirements for soldiers in disaster relief come from one word. This word does not need to be decorated with gorgeous language, nor does it have earth-shattering deeds, nor does it have a shocking sensation effect. Ordinary but dazzling, ordinary but touching. That word is love! This earthquake is not only a severe test, but also a dedication of love! Firm eyes tell me, warm blessings tell me, beautiful smiles tell me that earthquakes can't break our love! I hope you will be satisfied.

2. Write a composition of 100 with the theme of moving. In winter, heavy snow falls from the sky, and the road is covered with a thick layer of snow.

Because no one cleaned it, the snow on the road was soon trampled down by passers-by. Walking on it is slippery, especially on the slope to grandma's house, which is even more indescribable.

Naughty children skate on it, and some uncivilized people throw dirty water on it. The road is like a mirror, and people can be seen.

Adults will sigh when they come here, and then walk carefully along the border. If elderly people come here, they have to take a detour, and occasionally some bold grandfathers will show their faces when walking here.

Every time my mother and I go here, we will talk a few words, but the smooth ice is still the same. This afternoon, my mother and I have to go to my grandmother's house through this road again, so it is inevitable that we are worried.

But in the distance, we saw a figure standing at the top of the slope hunched over, as if doing something. My mother and I quickly took two steps and took a closer look. Oh, it turned out that an old man was struggling to clear the ice and snow on the road with a shovel.

The shovel rubbed against the ground and made a "click" sound, which spread far and far. I saw sweat on his forehead and raised my hand to wipe it from time to time.

He stood on the ice and staggered from time to time. The cold wind made him unstable, unstable, as if to be blown away by the wind. However, he was not intimidated by these difficulties, but insisted on shoveling off the snow piece by piece and loading it on the cart.

Occasionally, I breathe heavily. The old man has gray temples and is over 70 years old. The old man's face and hands are full of traces of years.

Looking at the clean road, my eyes are confused. I remembered that the child gave his seat to the old man, and the old man put all the hard-earned money earned by picking up garbage and waste products into the donation box ... Ah! There are many "touches" around us, and this spirit will always "live" in our hearts.

3. Write a composition of 100 words with "touching" ● Touching \ love, touching me.

I have countless words of gratitude to my mother, and I am also annoyed by my ignorance. Once upon a time, I was extremely angry at my mother's incomprehension. I don't think my mother and I have the same language to communicate with, and I don't want to say anything to my mother. I always wanted to leave my mother because I needed to understand, but my mother didn't understand me. Now that I think about it, I'm so stupid. I didn't ask for a mother's love, but I actually put it. My attitude must have brought a lot of sadness to my mother. My mother's helpless expression and silence at that time must have suffered great pain in her heart. The daughter's incomprehension and anger towards her mother broke her heart. One word after another came out under the tap of the keyboard. Looking at these, my eyes were actually wet and I remembered my disrespect for my mother. I am so hateful. To say the least, even if it is my mother's fault, as a daughter, I shouldn't respond to my mother with an angry attitude and sharp language. After all, she is the mother who gave birth to me, raised me and raised me. My mother always thinks of me, so to speak, regardless of herself, she gives me everything. As long as she can do it, she will always try her best to satisfy me.

When I came back from work, my mother helped me open the door and smelled delicious food. I'm really happy. My casual sentence was firmly remembered by my mother. After washing my hands, I can't wait to eat my mother's fried food. My mother looked at me and said with a smile, "What's the hurry?" I still have some dishes to serve. "Mom said, lifting the lid, and the delicious smell made my mouth water." What is this? "mom! How so fragrant! " Mom also mysteriously let me guess that it turned out to be stewed crucian carp. Mother said happily, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat yesterday?" I bought it today. Crucian carp is wild and fresh. Try it quickly. "

Oh, my God, I said something casually at dinner last night, but my mother actually remembered it. I casually said that my mother cooked it for me and ate delicious fish and stewed eggs. I really can't say the taste in my heart. Think about my previous contradictions, I am so unreasonable, so many years of knowledge have been learned in vain. After introspection, you should work hard to do it well. Mom, I will try my best to do it well!

4. The word 100 of the moving topic should be clearly written at the beginning and end. Although the geese pass without trace and the years are silent, the fleeting time flows without a trace in every gap of life.

The fleeting waves will always wash away in the distant heart, slowly swing away like ripples, and the petals fall gently in the wind. What makes our sadness, joy, sadness and joy turn into rain and dew, penetrate into the depths of our souls when we are unprepared, gather all our emotional experiences and launch a round of attacks in the quiet night? I explore, look for, this magical power.

In the dark blue, the stars in summer and the bright moon in autumn are hazy, mysterious and broad-minded. Night attracts too many dreams, so it is unfathomable.

People who want to know about it will often be moved by it and fall into it. Looking up at the sky, the ancients used stars to predict good or bad luck. Today, how many meteors secretly wish.

Things have changed! Brilliant, tragic, sorrowful and sorrowful history is rapidly turning in the chaotic world, for thousands of years and ten thousand years, but with a flick of a finger. And there are still some relative stillness in the absolute movement of this world, right? Silence.

For a long time, between the dense fog and the mist, a hole was opened, and generate gave off a red light, which soaked the world.

Sunrise is the most perfect animation in the universe. Even if there is always a round of life in the foggy sky at dawn every day, I am still willing to look through the layers of chemical smoke, with an almost worshipful mood.

No matter how depressed and distressed you are, you will be contained by this gentle color. Your emotions, spirit, will and feelings will melt in the blood-like brilliance, and you will feel the inner shock: your eyes can accommodate so many beautiful things, and your space is so vast! This energy source not only injects freshness into daily life, but also guides us to carry out perceptual cognition and rational thinking. It illuminates the world and our eyes, just as human civilization illuminates history.

What has been excavated in thousands of years of cultural accumulation is the moving factor provided by nature. The waves of the Yellow River beat out the Confucian civilization handed down from generation to generation, and the torrent of Amazon washed out the magical Mayan culture. Although we are stupid, we still can't explore the thousands of forces provided by nature. After all, civilization is moving forward.

Nature chooses some right people at the right time, pours out its long-sealed connotation, lets him find the so-called inspiration in an instant, and endows life with elasticity. Kant, a modern philosopher, said, "Looking up at the starry sky and wandering in the forest is enough to give me a chance to meditate."

Li Bai, * * *, Goethe, Beethoven ... they all talked to nature silently and were moved by nature. Then, they either carry the world or transform it.

In the vast space and time, we are really insignificant microorganisms. It is really a lucky thing to be able to face the same nature and accept the same touch with countless predecessors at such a young and heroic age.

Whether or not nature chooses us to be the one who can accept its treasures, as long as we work hard, we are moved and fully understand, and we have no regrets. Touching is the magical power given to us by mother nature and the eternal complex of human beings to nature.

5. I urgently need a lyric essay with a touching topic of about 100 words. There are more and more fragrant tall buildings, and the space is getting smaller and smaller.

More and more indifferent, less and less warm. And moving is to interpret the connotation of human nature in a light but moving way.

There are tears in the inscription, and I still feel full. I opened the window in the morning, watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf, and talked to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved.

I was moved by walking in the evening, watching the sunset and savoring Li Shangyin's artistic conception of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". Touched, it ignited the fragrance of spiritual home and haunted people's lives.

While the times are developing and the economy is developing at a high level, has our spiritual home been deserted? Have we missed a corner of our hearts? In a hurry, how many people stop to listen to their inner voices? Most people are too rough in life and gradually become indifferent. The streets of Manhattan, new york are busy with traffic.

A little girl stood under the tree and refused to leave. People were surprised to find that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural substitute.

People who lack emotion are not real people. There is no real development in a society without emotion.

It lacks humanistic nutrients and can only go desolate in the end. How long has it been since we were touched by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness and Hugo's grandeur.

How long has it been since we were moved by those noble people? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun in winter for the people; Wen Tianxiang, who sowed the lofty righteousness of "Life is short and no one dies, leaving a fresh heart to shine on history"; Looking at Su Wu, a man three thousand miles away alone ... moving is not a simple tear, nor is it superficial sadness. Touching is a humanistic spirit and a spiritual voice between people.

In today's highly developed material, where does our spiritual road lead? Learn to move. When one heart is no longer far away from another, our society will be warmer.

When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious. "I came to this world to see the sunshine."

Won't balmont's words touch us? The faint fragrance comes to the nose, and our material home and spiritual home will be full of enduring flowers, towards the distant. Time flies, 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, "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 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. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon.

As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up.

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.

"* * *, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me.

At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain.

Looking at the "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 joy 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.

6. Write a short essay with the theme of "moving". 100 words or so moved, it is old wine, bitter with sweet; Touched, like a small hammer, knocking at the softest place in our hearts; Touched, like a high song, played countless feelings.

That day, my sister and I went to the park. While the sun is shining, we rub our frozen hands in the sun and think about how to have a good time.

Suddenly, I saw a tree in a small forest in front of me, and I had a plan. "Well, let's play a game."

I pointed to the Woods not far away. "One person closes his eyes, and another person walks behind her, directing her with words until he walks out of the Woods. How's it going? Quite * * *! " My sister thought for a moment and readily agreed.

First of all, my sister guided me. I walked ahead with my eyes closed, seemingly calm, but my mind was already out of control. I regret playing this game with my sister, because she is so strange. Maybe she directed me to hit a tree.

Thinking of this, I touched my forehead anxiously, opened my eyes like a thief, and made sure it was all right before I continued walking. In this way, my sister guided me forward, but every time I left, I secretly opened my eyes to see.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, I walked out of the Woods.

It's my turn to command, and I have the intention of scaring my sister: "It's your turn, are you afraid?" "Why are you afraid? ! "She crossed her waist discontentedly. "Aren't you worried that I will take you to the tree?" I smiled.

My sister was silent for a while, and finally smiled and said, "Don't worry, because you are my sister." Suddenly, something seemed to pass through my mind. I looked down and wiped my wet eyes. Then I looked up and said to her, "Go and close your eyes."

"Why are your eyes red?" My sister asked incredulously. "There is a lot of dust and sand in this forest, which blows into my eyes."

I pretend to rub my eyes. "Don't ask, let's go!" My sister believed it and skipped forward.

"Don't worry, because you are my sister!" Just 10 is the little girl's trust in me. At that moment, listening to this 10, I was moved.

Maybe I read too many touching stories, such as maternal love, fatherly love and teacher love.

That kind of numbness that touches the nerves, as if everything is so great.

But I didn't notice it. It was moved around. Now, how much did I miss? Looking up at the sky, my sister's tender face reappeared in front of my eyes.

Now, I have understood that no matter how big or small, as long as I can tear down the house lines and misunderstandings in my heart. Let people trust and help each other.

How's this? I hope to help the landlord. If possible, please adopt me as the best answer.

7. Write a paragraph (within 100 words) on the topic of moving that moved me.

In my life, many scenes I have seen are very touching. One thing deeply touched me ... it was a spring morning, and my parents and I went to visit the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. I was so thirsty that I wanted to buy an ice cream to quench my thirst, but I felt in my pocket and said, "Oh, no, where is my wallet?" I searched all my pockets, but I still couldn't find them. Although there is only 20 yuan in my wallet, I dare not tell my parents, for fear of nagging, so I have to go back the same way, but I still get nothing. Who will return the wallet when you find it? Alas, I can only admit my bad luck, who let myself be careless! There is a canteen in front, which is my only hope. Otherwise, alas ..... I hurried there and saw where there was money! When I was about to leave, "Little Sister, what can I do for you?" A child asked. I looked up, and it turned out to be a little girl under six years old, wearing super "earth" clothes and staring at me! "Looking for a wallet." I replied grumpily. There's nothing she can do anyway. "Looking for a wallet? I just found one. Is it yours? " She looked at me with those big eyes. I glanced at her purse and my eyes lit up. It's mine! I picked up my wallet, took out two yuan and handed it to her: "Little sister, thank you. Use this two yuan to buy yourself candy. " "No need." She shook her little hand and refused. "Mom told me that I can't take other people's things, so we'll see you again, little sister!" "I looked at the lovely little sister and was moved. You know, in a poor place like the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, a child is proud to have two yuan, but she refused. ...