Write an essay on something that moved me

1. Write an essay on a topic that touches me (materials can be provided)

It was so quiet that night

A man stood on the balcony looking at the night view, holding a cup of coffee without sugar in his hand. He took a sip lightly on his lips, and a bitter taste came to the tip of his tongue, and then gradually flowed down his throat. The night was so quiet, so quiet that I could even hear my own breathing...

The warm liquid slipped into the stomach, and a sharp pain hit me from the stomach. . I groaned and fell onto the chair next to me. The coffee cup fell from his hand and shattered with a loud sound. The splashed stars fell on the clothes and became dizzy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Suddenly a knock on the door sounded in my ears.

"What's wrong with you? Why is it so loud? Open the door!" It was that anxious but annoying voice again.

"Don't worry about it! Go away!" I shouted at the door, and knocked on the table with my clenched hand, and there was another sound.

Gradually, there was no sound outside the door. Oh! Ridiculous charity!

I have no time to pay attention to what’s going on outside the door, and I don’t want to! You adults are so selfish! When have you ever cared about your children—my feelings?

Thinking back to the big fight they had in the living room just now, tiredness welled up in my eyes, but I didn’t cry! I can't cry! When have I cried in front of them?

The upper teeth bit the lower lip tightly, and the nails of both hands gradually dug into the palms of the hands. No matter how sour the nose is, no matter how strong the smell of blood is, the tears will never fall.

"Click!" I knew, the door was opened! What's the use of locking it? You still have the key!

"Hey! Why are you in such a mess? Does your stomach hurt again? Didn't I tell you that if you have a bad stomach, drink less coffee!" She walked over and saw Dishan's And the stain on my body, she started giving me alms again! Then he squatted down and started picking up the debris on the ground.

"That's enough! Can you stop pretending in front of me? You really make me feel sick! - And I will do my own thing, so I don't need you here." !" I glared at her fiercely, my eyes filled with bloodshot eyes!

"Stop being willful! Look how dirty you are! Go take a shower, it's so late! Go to bed after taking a shower!"

"I don't want you No matter!" I finally couldn't help crying, and the tears burst out like floods, dripping on the ground and splashing into transparent Manzhu Shahua. I pushed her away hard while she was squatting on the ground picking up pieces.

"Ah!" She yelled, and when I heard the sound, I saw red liquid gradually flowing out from the calloused hands on the ground, and I was suddenly filled with a sense of guilt.

"You!..." I called her, but I didn't lean over to see her injuries, but just stood there blankly. I must not be soft-hearted!

"It's okay! Go take a shower!" She did not raise her head, but pulled out the glass shards that had pierced her palm, and continued what she was doing.

I looked at her blankly. Although she didn’t have purple skin, I could vaguely see the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. Those are a woman’s biggest natural enemy! My eyes gradually moved up, and the dazzling white hair looked so pale under the incandescent light!

At some point, she stood up and looked into my eyes that were blurred by tears. I quickly turned around to hide my embarrassed side, and at that moment, I saw her smiling...

My stomach didn't seem to hurt so much anymore, and I was still covered in dirty clothes. I continued to look at the night scene, and it was still so quiet, without a trace of sound. Suddenly a gust of breeze broke the silence. Is the wind just messing up your hair? No, it’s still with the sound of the heart slowly coming together... 2. An essay titled "One Thing That Touched Me"

To be moved, there is a feeling called happiness, and there is a feeling called happiness. This kind of happiness is called touching.

And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness. That winter, it snowed heavily.

The night before New Year’s Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The lights were filled with flying snowflakes, as if they couldn't contain their joy.

The continuous sound of firecrackers is filled with the warm atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Everything seems to be reflected in the orange-red light background, including the faintly visible strands of silver hair in the parents' hair, which shine brightly in this winter night painting.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, letting wisdom and enthusiasm penetrate into me, making my little flower grow happily and robustly.

I can’t remember how many times I fell down, and my parents used their encouraging eyes and kind smiles to cheer me up and stand up again; I can’t forget how many nights I reviewed my homework under the lamp, My parents also sat blankly under the lamp, accompanying me silently for most of the night--I can't remember how many little things filled with my parents' love, I can't forget how many parents' care they gave me like the sun---- --Suddenly, I felt that the light was filled with love, and amidst the flying 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.

I got up quietly at dawn the next day. The heavy snowfall all night long turned the earth into a beautiful place, and even the sunlight shining through the window was so dazzling.

I hurriedly opened the door and opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. A snow doll stood in front of my house, with a playful expression and a big red hat on its head, waving its "big hands" and grinning sweetly.

With a puff, I couldn’t help but laugh. "Happy New Year!" Two people walked out from behind the snow doll. They turned out to be parents. They looked at me tenderly.

My nose suddenly became sour and I couldn't help but shed tears. I originally wanted to give my parents a - but I didn't expect them - Facing their parents' smiles, 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 walk towards your When I walked towards you, I originally wanted to pick up a bunch of waves, but you gave me the entire ocean. "Yes. Yeah, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad.

You have given me life, you have given me strength, you have given me happiness, but I have nothing to give in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching.

Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me happiness, thank you for letting me learn to be moved. I understand your hardships, and I understand your full hopes. I will do my best to give you happiness, so that you can learn to be moved, like the refreshing sweet spring.

Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Moved, like the intoxicating sea breeze.

Feeling the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. Touching, like the heartbreaking white snow.

Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful. When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world.

Cold and ruthless. Friends, please get your heart out of the mire and get out of it! Please make a little space to carry this touching moment that will last a lifetime. 3. Essay title "One thing that moved me"

One thing that moved me Time flies by, and half a semester has passed in the blink of an eye. There are so many memories like raindrops, some of which are caused by time. Some of them have been forgotten by the passage of time, and some have left an indelible mark in my heart because of being moved. Because they have been moved, they have left an indelible impression. Let me hold these rainwaters in my hands and tell you slowly! It was a Friday, and there was a heavy downpour. I didn't listen to my parents' advice at noon and didn't bring an umbrella. Now God is against me, and it happened to rain at this time. "Dad won't come back today, and mom will come again." I get off work at 5 o'clock, what should I do?" I muttered in a low voice, "Damn it, I can't play early, so what should I do if I get off work at this time?" I complained. At this time, someone was like me. The classmate who didn't bring an umbrella secretly said that he was unlucky. Now I was much happier because I had a companion. I was about to ask her where she lived, but I heard "Mom, you're here!" "It turned out that this classmate's mother came. "I was dizzy. I finally found a companion, but I left again." I had to swallow the bitterness in my stomach. I could only stand at the door of the classroom, hoping to see my mother's face. Arrival. “Hey! What are you doing, standing here?" I looked for my reputation and turned out to be my roommate Peng Jiamin. "I want you to take care of me." I deliberately looked into the distance and said shamelessly, "Hey, you didn't bring an umbrella." *^__^*)" Peng Jiamin said with a sly smile, "It's none of your business." I was still insisting. "I'll take you home." Peng Jiamin hesitated and said, "You, take me home?" "I looked in disbelief. "YES" Peng Jiamin nodded slightly. I still had doubts in my heart. I thought of Peng Jiamin and I quarreling every day and occasionally fighting. "Hey! Idiot, are you leaving? "Peng Jiamin's words interrupted my train of thought, "Let's go, let's go," I replied in a panic. On the way home, I felt as if it hadn't rained anymore. When I looked up, I saw a deep red patch of red, which looked towards Peng Jiamin. As I looked, there was only a small area covering her. I pushed the umbrella towards Peng Jiamin, but the umbrella gave way to me again. The rain was still falling hard, but my heart was filled with tears. So warm. This thing really touched me... 4. An essay titled "Things that Moved Me"

The things I have experienced are like the stars in the sky, some of which moved me deeply, and some of which moved me deeply. Some make me feel ashamed, some make me extremely angry, some make me feel solemn and sacred, some make me feel full of fun, and some make me experience the joy of success.

Now I will succeed. Let me tell you something. During my fifth grade summer vacation, I watched other people racing on bicycles.

I was so envious. One day, I also rode a bike on the street. I don’t know how cool it was! Over time, this desire to learn to ride a bike slowly "flowered and bore fruit" in my heart.

Finally one day, I couldn’t bear the loneliness in my heart and asked my cousin to teach me to ride a bicycle. After my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to follow me and take me to the park to learn to ride a bicycle. . My cousin first rode the bike to a piece of grass, and then said to me: "Cycling is actually very simple. As long as you hold on to the handlebars, pedal up, and overcome your fear, that's it.

< p> You can ride it by yourself first, while I hold the back seat. "It's great. I can finally learn to ride a bicycle. My heart is as sweet as honey."

I held the handlebars and stepped on the seat. My heart was like a rabbit, and the handlebars sometimes moved to the left and sometimes to the right, as if I would fall down if I was not careful. of. I tried my best to suppress my nervousness and calm myself down. After a while, I mastered the skill of balancing.

I thought to myself: Riding a bicycle is so easy. When my cousin saw that I was riding so well, he let go of his hand. I accidentally fell to the ground and fell to the ground. I got up in one fell swoop. I felt a pain. When I lifted up my pants, I saw that my skin was scratched. I really wanted to give up and stop studying. I took my anger out on my cousin and yelled at him: "It's all your fault, why did you let me go and cause me to fall so miserably."

My cousin understood my feelings. , did not argue with me, and said to me: "Failure is the mother of success. Who has learned to ride a bicycle without falling down? Could it be that my cousin is a deserter? I don't recognize this kind of cousin." "I'm just that. Not a deserter."

I was furious. I am a person who cannot tolerate others ridiculing me. I am determined to learn to ride a bicycle no matter what.

"Then you are not a deserter, so you have to show it to me." My cousin said.

"Just wait and see." I said loudly to my cousin.

I dusted myself off, climbed into the car, and bravely kicked forward. Sitting in the car, I really regretted that I was so arrogant and unreasonable to my cousin. I blamed myself for being too proud and complacent. At this time, there was a small stone blocking the way, and I fell heavily to the ground again.

But I stood up without hesitation, stepped on the bicycle, never dared to be careless again, and rode carefully. After falling down and getting up again and again, it didn't take long for me to learn to ride a bicycle.

The moment I learned to ride a bicycle, I felt that the sky was so blue, the clouds were so white, and the grass was so green. Now, learning to ride a bicycle has become the shining star I am most proud of. A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and many subtleties in life can reveal tender maternal love.

My mother has a habit of folding the family's clothes into different categories when spring and summer change. That day, she was packing her clothes as usual, and I was lying on the sofa, flipping through an old magazine. The warm afternoon sun shone in, and a bouquet of pure white weed flowers on the coffee table gave off a faint fragrance.

"Wang Hao, look, there are many handkerchiefs here!" My mother suddenly turned around and said to me, seemingly very excited. "Handkerchief?" I asked.

"Do you remember these handkerchiefs? They are all here for more than ten years. Look, do you remember this blue one? When you were four years old, I used to pin it with a pin. Wiping your sweat on your coat, watching you bumping in front of me, your handkerchief swaying, you really look like a butterfly!" Mother said nonchalantly, not looking at it! I am completely immersed in happy memories.

I listened quietly, not daring to say anything. I couldn't deal with my mother - because I couldn't remember anything.

"There is also this blue piece with white edges, which was specially ordered when you were 10 years old. It also has words printed on it - 'Happy 10th birthday, my beloved son Wang Hao'.

Oh, in the blink of an eye." She sighed softly and turned her face to me, but her loving eyes made me at a loss.

How I wish I could remember these past events, even if they are vague and fragmentary! I can't imagine why my mother collects the past so carefully and tells every detail about me like a precious treasure. Doesn't she often complain that people are old and have bad memory? I admit that I completely forgot the story of the handkerchief and threw it casually into the corner of my memory. Besides, handkerchiefs are no longer fashionable now. They are replaced by paper towels. When I sweat, I take out one and wipe it gently. It has a good texture and a faint fragrance, and then throws it away. How convenient.

So naturally, the handkerchiefs were forgotten unknowingly. If my mother had not mentioned them accidentally, I would not have been able to remember that these handkerchiefs once belonged to me. My mind is easy to accept new things, and I will easily forget some things, including the most basic and true love.

My mother is different. She is a collector of time, always walking behind me, quietly picking up my missing mood and initial innocence. I felt a little moist in my eyes and said softly: "Mom, how come you still remember so much?" My mother was silent for a while and then replied: "How could you not remember?" She seemed to be talking to herself.

My tears fell quietly. Yes, how could you not remember it? Because I love it, I remember it.

Time flies by like running water, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of the days. But there is one thing that makes me vividly remember and move me deeply - that deep maternal love.

That morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast is for rain today, so you'd better bring an umbrella." I looked up at the sky, The sky is clear, how can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just when school was over at noon, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain fell suddenly. The students who brought rain gear all went home, and the others were picked up one by one by their parents.

My father teaches in a school out of town and never comes home at noon. It just so happens that my mother has been suffering from a high fever and taking an IV drip these days.

I don’t think anyone will come to pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the heavy rain falling outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, heavy rain appeared. 5. Write a 500-word essay with the title "One thing that moved me"

There is such a story on a snowy day.

In the early morning, I walked on the street and 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 mobilized to begin a comprehensive cleaning of this already beautiful city.

I looked at the heavy snow flying in the sky and a group of cleaners busy. Inadvertently, I found a few leaflets and other papers taped to a smooth wall opposite. An old female cleaner was carefully tearing the papers apart. It seemed that those papers were difficult to tear off. The female cleaner brushed the papers with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tore them off with her hands. I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of the cold, and there is fire in her heart.

She was very serious and cleared several pieces of paper in succession. She walked over to another one. However, I saw that when her right hand was raised, it stopped in the air, seemingly frozen. He saw her move closer to the wall. Then, I saw her shake her head slightly. What's wrong, what happened? I wonder. She looked at it intently for a while, then slowly moved away from the paper without clearing it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city's rules? A series of questions floated in my mind. Well, I'll go over and see what's going on, 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, and then slowly left. I became even more confused and decided to go and have a look.

Cross the road and come to the wall. What caught my eye was a missing person notice. It said: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old... My doubts were cleared, and I finally understood everything. The snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold... 6. An essay titled "Things that Moved Me" is more than 450 words. Quick,

When it rains, I will I think of my father and the most touching thing. It was Friday. I don’t know who provoked God. The sky outside the window suddenly darkened and it started to drizzle. But who would have expected that school would end at noon. , the drizzle has gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood has become much darker like the sky. What should I do? what to do? I didn’t bring an umbrella and I didn’t tell my family to pick me up. I looked at the sky and saw that the rain wouldn’t stop for a while. I didn’t bring any money. I felt really bad. I watched my classmates walk out one by one. School, I was really envious of it. At this moment, a kind and kind voice came to my ears, "Xinying!" I turned around and looked, "Dad!" I shouted excitedly, and saw my father riding a horse. I was riding a bicycle, wearing a black raincoat, but this little raincoat couldn't block the strings of raindrops at all. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran towards my father. My father quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found that the seat was covered by my father. It was wrapped in a plastic bag. He said he was afraid that the seat would get wet on the road. I was very moved. "Sit on it quickly!" Dad said, and I happily sat on it. Dad was very careful with every step he took, and the wind It got bigger and bigger, and my umbrella was blown over several times. My father took my umbrella away and put his raincoat on me. Big raindrops hit my father's body and face. I wanted to return the raincoat to my father, but I didn't succeed. When I finally got home, my father's whole body was covered with water. My mother quickly brought me a towel and asked me what happened. My father quickly interrupted and said, "It's okay. The umbrella broke on the way. I took my raincoat." I gave it to her, so I got wet and I went to take a bath." Dad turned around and entered the bathroom, and I was moved to tears. This incident was something I will never forget, and it also made me know how much my dad loved me. I So proud to have such a dad.

7. Write an essay of no less than 600 words on the topic "The thing that moved me most"

Living in this world, there will always be many things that make people feel emotional and emotional. The world is not No matter how ruthless, people always have feelings. Some people get along well with each other just because they get along with each other, and some don't get along well with each other. This is a very real phenomenon! There are many things that touch me the most: When I was a child, my father pumped milk for me and fought with the shepherd’s dog in the ice and snow. My mother said it was funny, but I was really touched. This often kept me alive. Reasons, because of these, people should live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier. He was always upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentries there often teased us. My mother often said that I almost died when I was a child. Later, I was saved by the commander's daughter, who was a doctor. Well, I've always been curious, why does it have to be the commander's daughter to be a doctor? Why can't other doctors save me? It must be very troublesome, so I'm always very touched.

I am touched by the good luck in my life. When I was young, I was really in trouble. I remember I often got sick, every week, so my father would often come back from the army to take me to the hospital for medical treatment. He would also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take a jeep.

When I was in elementary school, I was sick once. On the way back, I couldn’t walk and walked very slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother about it, and my mother carried me home on her back. I remember that time It’s grown quite a bit too! My parents have always been very good to me. When I was young, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Well, when I think about it, the family rules at that time were a lot of no, no going into the river, no fighting, etc., so now I have to do everything. Observe it, and sometimes violate it, and you will feel very happy! Now that I think about it, when I was in junior high school, high school, and college, I often talked back to my parents and made them angry. Now that I am an adult, I often still think of when I was in college, my father sent me to school, and I always insisted on it. Go by yourself, but he is always worried, so he will quarrel again! My father is very capable, but I am very poor, so I often think about doing my own thing without the help of my parents. Sometimes I often think, he is a big tree, and I am like a tree under its shade. When will Hou can grow up, what about transcending? He went to the Party School in Beijing to study, and he did this for half a year or a year. He wrote to his mother, and I took the reply. I remember always asking us to study hard, as if we were always stupid and couldn't study. Alas, in Does your father think you are useless? Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education" where my article was published, but he didn't want to read it. My mother said it was necessary to read it, so he got reading glasses to read it. Alas, it's a pity that what I wrote was about courseware design. , how can dad understand this? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and didn't express any opinions. However, he said that publishing articles in national magazines is a good thing and encouraged me to write more. Alas, it would be great if writing articles was so easy! I remember that my father used to be a reporter, secretary, and could also take photos, so I must have taken a lot of them! One year I was published in "Liuzhou Daily" and asked my dad to help me collect a few pictures as souvenirs. He was always very calm and said that I was late and Liuzhou Daily was sold out, but I asked my sister to help me find them. I got one, and I still remember it. Sometimes I often think about when I can surpass my father's ability. He has no ability, so I always let him look down on me. Alas, living in this kind of eyes, sometimes I don't want to go home. I have to be capable and be a good person. Good people, a good life, a happy life. When I encountered difficulties in the past, I sometimes couldn't figure it out, but I always thought, since there are so many things to experience, why can't I live well? My mother often said that if you were a child, you would have died a long time ago if you had not been rescued by a doctor. Alas, if you died so early, what happiness would there be? So in my heart, I just want to have fun, travel to various parts of China, see things, and walk around. At the same time, I just now think of working hard and being a useful person. My reaction is always slower than others. It took me many years to figure it out. problematic.

I often wonder why it takes me a long time to figure out many problems. Sometimes it takes a year or several years! Anyway, live a good life. Although you may not have to take responsibility when you go to heaven, there are still too many worries in this world, so you can't leave, and you can't bear to leave. Live and face it! My parents moved me. The bright moon is brighter because of the night sky; the stream is clearer because of the pebbles; the flowers are more beautiful because of the green grass.

Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars are shining brightly, embellishing the night with gorgeous brilliance, and the earth is filled with a breath of love... The topic of parents is ancient but more eternal, different. People always have different experiences and feelings. From ancient times to the present, many literati have written about the greatness of maternal love and the tenacity of father's love.

Like Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son Yin" and Zhu Ziqing's "Back View". The love I have experienced from my parents has no trace of the wind, and true love is silent.

The kindness of my parents inspires the warmth of my soul. In the year I graduated from elementary school, the entire sixth grade had accumulated a strong learning energy.

Not to be outdone, I increased my power and started reviewing intensively.

But unfortunately, at this time, I have to prepare for the final exam, plan the program for the "June 1" Children's Day, practice table tennis to participate in the competition, plus the Tianli School entrance exam, every day I am like a The malfunctioning machine was working non-stop without a moment to rest.

But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, stole the show on the stage, became more and more courageous on the table, and was admitted to Tianli School with high scores. What is it? Give me so much strength to overcome all these obstacles, and give me so much courage to overcome all difficulties? It's love! It was my parents who gave me a steady stream of encouragement, allowing me to stand up in the face of discouragement and regain my confidence many times.

As soon as the *** rang after school every day, I rushed to the playground at a fast speed and started rehearsing each performance. My parents always looked at me busy on the stage with a smile. A subtle breath of love shot into my heart like a ray of sunshine. After the rehearsal, I grabbed the ping-pong board and ran to the ping-pong table. Under the training of Teacher Zhang, he practiced chipping, spinning, lifting, mixing and various methods of serving and catching the ball.

Sometimes my parents are admiring my playing skills. 8. An essay titled "One thing that touched me"

In this world, there are many touching people and many touching things. They are like stars in the sky, twinkling, illuminating people's hearts, behavior and morality. There is a little thing that shines in my heart like a star and I can never forget it.

It was an afternoon after a light rain, and a mother and daughter went downstairs for a walk. At that time, the air and the ground were relatively moist, exuding the fragrance of earth. There are also a few small water drops on the green leaves, which add a bit of cuteness to the green leaves. The flowers also appeared with smiling faces one after another. The sky is so blue, the air is so fresh, and the small insects are enjoying the gifts of nature. People have also come out for activities one after another, adding a lot of vitality to this beautiful painting. The little girl ran and sang, like a beautiful, eye-catching and lovely butterfly in spring. She ran and ran, jumped and danced, and sang and sang, and soon she came to a place that they must pass through. There is still a little water on the road that must be passed, and it looks very slippery. She carefully rolled up her pants and walked over step by step. When she saw her mother coming, she shouted to her mother from a distance: "Mom, the road is slippery, please be careful!" After that, she smiled sweetly at her mother.

Although this is a small thing, it reflects the little girl’s kind heart of caring for others. Although it is only a short sentence, it can reflect her love and respect for her mother. I saw a story about a child who often helped others, cared about others, shared happiness with others, and shared the sorrows of others, and finally won a happy life.