I am very moved to have him in my composition.

1. I was very moved and wrote a 400-word composition around him. One thing that moved me for my parents. Dear Mom and Dad: Hello! I haven't written to you for a long time I miss you very much and miss sharing my inner feelings with you.

Since I was a child, I have experienced many things, but with the passage of time, all those things have gradually forgotten, except one, which I remember clearly and benefited a lot. I was five years old and went shopping with my parents. When I passed the door of a big shop, I suddenly found a poor disabled person sitting in that dark corner. He was almost lying on the board, with no lower limbs, and his weather-beaten face showed unspeakable pain.

There is a big dirty and broken porcelain bowl in front of him, and passers-by occasionally take out some change and put it in his broken bowl. When mom and dad saw it, they would not hesitate to take out all their change and let me put it in his bowl.

At that time, I was still young, and I didn't understand why you generously gave money to that disabled person instead of buying me popsicles. I only remember you laughing and saying that these people need everyone's care and help. Later, I have been troubled by this matter.

As I grow older, I gradually understand your sincerity. Yes! There are many such unfortunate people in society. They have lost their ability to work, but they still have to move on. Reality is too cruel to them, and we should lend them a hand of love. As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world ... I feel deeply, and the touch in my heart has always made my blood boil.

Mom and dad, your care for others has been deeply rooted in my heart, which has taught me to understand and care for others while respecting and loving myself ... I carefully recalled the scene at that time and my ambition came to my mind. I will study hard, constantly improve my self-cultivation, make positive progress, repay the society in the future and better help those in need. In our country, there are still many children living in poor mountainous areas who drop out of school, and countless brothers and sisters can't enter their own university halls ... Our living conditions are ok, so why not lend a helping hand? So I decided to save my pocket money to realize my little wish as a modest contribution.

More than three months, from zero to the whole, every little makes a mickle. How many times have I put up with these pocket money and hoped for it! I remember one day after school at noon, my stomach was already growling with hunger. There was just a delicious oil cake sold at the school gate, and many students poured in along the direction of incense. Seeing that the saliva was almost flowing out, I couldn't help but put my hand into my pocket, but I thought of my little wish and pulled my hand back.

In this way, I saved 96 yuan for three months. I donated it to Project Hope in the school team activity this afternoon. It feels so comfortable! It seems very gratifying to see those children who have dropped out of school return to school with their long-awaited schoolbags on their backs.

Dear mom and dad, you set an example, planted a seed of love in my young heart with your words and deeds, and grew up in the sunshine of your love. I firmly believe that I am the strongest and the best. At the same time, because of your correct navigation, I will realize my lofty ideal through my own efforts and wisdom ... When I grow up, I will become a pillar of the country, serve the motherland and give back to the society! I know you put a lot of energy into training me. Mom and dad, you have worked hard. Here, let me say thank you sincerely! At the same time, I want to tell my parents that in the future, I will work harder, be modest and prudent, and go on step by step.

Mom and dad, I won't live up to your expectations. I will love you forever! Hereby! Wish you good health.

At that moment, he/she touched me. What is touching? Just sad tears? No, moving is our truest emotional expression. Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; My friend came to help you get up after running and fell down. I was very touched. After I failed in the exam, my classmates came to say a few words of comfort, and I was very moved. After reading a story, you will also be moved.

This is the story of a girl who is eager to get sick.

Being sick is a terrible thing, and it will make us feel uncomfortable. However, there is such a girl who longs to be sick all her life.

When she was very young, her mother died and her father married a woman with a little brother. Father loves his younger brother, and stepmother takes care of him everywhere. Different from the usual story, the father and stepmother never scold and abuse the girl, but only give her indifference, a complete indifference. Since then, girls have become withdrawn and do not like to associate with others. In her own words, "I wish they could scold me once."

A lonely girl is struggling in such a cold environment. All this seems to haunt her like a dense fog, and no matter how she escapes, she can't get rid of it.

A sudden illness made her yearn for warmth for a long time and returned to her side. Lying on the bed, she vaguely saw all this: her father took time off to sit by the bed and watch over her, her stepmother took off the veil of indifference in the past and bought medicine for her everywhere, and even her naughty brother became much more clever. The girl is still in pain physically, but this time, she smiled so sweetly.

Girls seem to understand a truth: only by making themselves miserable can they be loved.

She learned the trick of increasing the risk of illness. Serious is not serious, as long as it is not fatal, she is willing!

A lonely girl can destroy herself in this way to realize her dream-she can love others and get love for herself!

This life lasted for half a year. Once, she wanted to break her left leg and lie in bed to enjoy the warmth of being loved for several months. But this time, she didn't grasp the scale of injury, resulting in lifelong disability of her left leg, that is to say, she will be in a wheelchair all her life.

She thought, what is it to lose a leg to get love?

At night, she said to the starry sky, my god, will you really get love all your life?

After reading this story, I was moved. People really need to grow up in adversity, but the most important thing is to be embraced by true love. Just like the girl who is eager to get sick, she is willing to lose a leg in order to get love!

This is not so much a story as a true portrayal of real life. It is human nature that people long for love and being loved, but when love is incomplete, people's desire for love is even stronger. Isn't it just like the little tree behind the house twisting its body to earn a ray of sunshine? Let's remember every move around us, give the people around us the most sincere love, and let everyone bathe in the sunshine of love!

He moved me to write. He moved me to write. Author: anonymous source: look it up in the dictionary. Com reading: 52 times 20 10 July 19 I want to contribute.

People's lives are changing endlessly, and Zhou Zhiquan has changed a lot than before. I'm not talking about his appearance and personality, but his attitude towards learning has changed a lot. Before, he didn't finish his homework on time. He always put off the homework of the day until the next day. Sometimes he simply stopped doing it and lied to the teacher that he couldn't see it and left it at home. Therefore, the problems that led to the decline of his school can worry teachers and parents. At the beginning of the new semester, he seems to have taken a panacea and made a 360-degree turn: listen carefully and study hard in class. The teacher and his parents saw it and smiled with relief. They all praised him for being much more sensible this semester. I remember it was a Wednesday morning. I came to the classroom early because I was on duty that day. Walking in the quiet corridor slowed my steps a lot. Outside the classroom, I heard a noise in the classroom. At that time, I thought it was a thief, so I had an idea: so, so many things were stolen in the class, you must have done it. I'll catch you red-handed and see how you argue. I pushed the door and looked around, and my eyes were stunned by one place. Zhou Zhiquan is sitting in his position, reading carefully. I walked slowly over and he didn't notice. I saw him previewing the next text: he circled the text, summed it up by himself, and then wrote it in the book. The first ray of sunshine shone in. I knew I was going to be on duty, so I stopped watching. I think my eyes deceived me. How did Zhou Zhiquan become so fast? I can't believe it. In the next few days, I got up early and came to the classroom. He is still reading carefully. He has really changed. I can't imagine. He studied so hard and persevered. When his classmates were playing and running on the playground, he still studied silently in the classroom alone. How touching what he did! How worthy of our study is his spirit! Isn't his good grades the result of his efforts?

What moved me was that the time of writing passed by in a hurry, and many memories faded with the passing of days. 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 "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 happiness 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. ...

5. He touched me. I watched a program today and was very moved. I was moved to tears. Li Chunhua, a common name, did something that touched millions of people.

In the summer vacation of 2006, he went home to help his family cut land, but when he was resting by the river, he heard a voice calling for help. Without hesitation, he even jumped into the river to save people without taking off his clothes. Two drowning children were saved, but he left us forever, forever! ! !

He is a history student of Hunan Normal University, and now he is a sophomore. He is a student with excellent academic performance at school. He is the monitor of his class. He usually serves his classmates. He is enthusiastic and likes to help others think he is happy. Everyone likes him. His family can be said to be quite poor. His parents have been ill for many years and need to take medicine. The house collapsed after a heavy rain, and now he lives with relatives. It is still raining. With his conditions, he can apply for a student loan, but he has not submitted the poverty certificate approved by the village. He said, "There are classmates who are more difficult than him." In the dormitory, he often draws water, and others thank him, but he says it's all for his classmates. In this way, he silently did good deeds for his classmates. Not only in college, but also in high school, he showed noble character. Those who are evaluated can add 5 points to the college entrance examination. Students who have participated in the college entrance examination all know what this means. There were three qualified students in the class at that time, including Li Chunhua. The teacher had a hard time choosing, so he called them together and let them choose for themselves. Before the teacher said anything, he stood up and said give up!

His deeds touched everyone's heart, but he left forever! On the day of burial, all the people in the village went to give him beautiful wreaths. His classmates and teachers are also here. They are proud to have such a classmate, but also sad for his departure.

He hasn't finished his life yet. It can be said that his life has just begun. But his life has ended prematurely. His family is poor, and I still hope that he will change his family situation after graduating from college! Yes .. how should the old couple face their future life? Their lovely son left without warning. His ideal has not yet come true. How could he leave like this? We all feel sorry for losing such a person!

6. He moved me to write 600 words. A new day came quietly, and the sun showed some golden light slightly.

Mother's footsteps broke the silence of the room, and she gently approached my bed. I was half asleep when I heard a familiar voice. I opened my blurred eyes. There is a little sunshine in the room, but there is no color of light. I think my mother probably didn't want the light to hurt my eyes and wanted me to sleep a little longer.

A slightly rough hand with a thin cocoon touched my forehead, giving me a cold feeling.

"Why isn't this fever gone? It has been repeated for several days, alas, I am really anxious. " Mother whispered, and these warm words knocked into my heart one by one, breaking a gorgeous flower of gratitude.

Footsteps rang again, drifting away, and then the sound of closing the door. I reached out and wiped away the tears that fell to my temples.

This is everything to my mother.

Chopsticks and steaming noodles are already on the table. I walked slowly to the table. Father handed me a bowl of noodles.

"How's the body? Those messy things must have eaten a lot again? " Father's concern came from the other end of the table and echoed in this warm home.

"Well, I still have a fever. I should have another injection today. " (Mei Jiali-Mei Jiali Literature, Zhang Pu Town, Kunshan City)

Father's expression was blurred by the hot air on the table, which made people look unreal, but an orange warmth like an incandescent lamp spread rapidly in the room and melted in every corner.

A new day came quietly, and the sun showed some golden light slightly.

Mother's footsteps broke the silence of the room, and she gently approached my bed. I was half asleep when I heard a familiar voice. I opened my blurred eyes. There is a little sunshine in the room, but there is no color of light. I think my mother probably didn't want the light to hurt my eyes and wanted me to sleep a little longer.

A slightly rough hand with a thin cocoon touched my forehead, giving me a cold feeling.

"Why isn't this fever gone? It has been repeated for several days, alas, I am really anxious. " Mother whispered, and these warm words knocked into my heart one by one, breaking a gorgeous flower of gratitude.

Footsteps rang again, drifting away, and then the sound of closing the door. I reached out and wiped away the tears that fell to my temples.

This is everything to my mother.

Chopsticks and steaming noodles are already on the table. I walked slowly to the table. Father handed me a bowl of noodles.

"How's the body? Those messy things must have eaten a lot again? " Father's concern came from the other end of the table and echoed in this warm home.

"Well, I still have a fever. I should have another injection today. " (Mei Jiali-Mei Jiali Literature, Zhang Pu Town, Kunshan City)

Father's expression was blurred by the heat on the table, which made people unable to see clearly. But there is an orange warmth that spreads rapidly in the room like an incandescent lamp and melts in every corner. Every cell in my body is cheering and shouting: so happy.

Father stood up, silently touched my hair with his generous big hand, and then disappeared into my sight against the light.

This is the father who let me grow up safely and let me be practical.

My mother accompanied me to have an injection in the clinic full of disinfectant and watched the medicine in the bottle flow into my body bit by bit. Time passed quietly, and it was noon in a blink of an eye. The fatigue on my mother's face fell into my eyes. I feel a little fever on the left side of my chest with a little pain.

Father came to us in a hurry with a lunch box, and almost bumped into someone else on the way.

I drink this tasteless white rice porridge, which feels sweeter than honey. I swallowed their love and drank it completely into my heart.

Mom and dad still looked at me so gently, as if they had forgotten others, as if we were the only ones.

She and he, one is a mother and the other is a father. Accompany me to spend a happy childhood, a chaotic and rebellious adolescence and a long, long time in the future.

She and he touched me. How can you not let me have the courage to cut through the thorns all the way?

7. How to write his composition that moved me (hope to adopt it, thank you)

He touched me.

My father, an ordinary teacher, has never done great things and won too many honorary titles. He is neither tall nor handsome, but he always touches my heart, moves me and shocks me.

It was an evening when my father took me home from school. I sat in my father's back seat, chatting with my father about interesting things at school like a sparrow. The wind whizzed past my ears, and my father's face turned back from time to time was full of spoil. At this time, I feel that I am the happiest child in the world. Suddenly, I flung myself on my father's back. I'm confused. My father pointed at the red light in front of me. It turned out that my father braked suddenly in order to obey the traffic rules. My father said to me affectionately, "Are you all right? Are you hurt? " I shook my head and said no. Dad said, "We should obey the traffic rules. This is our obligation and responsibility. " At that moment, I was deeply moved My father not only gave me life, but also taught me to obey the traffic rules.

My father, an ordinary teacher, has never done great things and won too many honorary titles. He is neither tall nor handsome, but he always touches my heart, moves me and shocks me.

It was an evening when my father took me home from school. I sat in my father's back seat, chatting with my father about interesting things at school like a sparrow. The wind whizzed past my ears, and my father's face turned back from time to time was full of spoil. At this time, I feel that I am the happiest child in the world.

Suddenly, I flung myself on my father's back. Dad turned his head, touched my head with a generous hand, and raised an apologetic smile at the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry? Red light! " Dad pointed to the red warning light that was on in front. I looked around and there were almost no people. Not far from the roadside is an endless field, so quiet that I can almost hear frogs.

I pushed my father away and said coquetry, "Dad, let's go! Nobody saw it anyway! There should be no danger in such a remote place. " Dad didn't speak, just shook his head for a long time, until the light changed from red to green, and he looked at both sides again before he pushed forward with confidence.

After a long time, finally, my father said, "Whether there is anyone here or not, it is our duty and responsibility to obey the traffic laws." This is to respect your own life, but also to respect the lives of others! Learn to be patient, don't hate it because of a small step! "

At that moment, I was shocked and suddenly felt two fires burning on my cheeks. A kind of shame, a kind of respect, a kind of remorse, grows from my heart. Shame aside, I was shocked by my father's heartfelt self-discipline. Finally home! It's the first time I feel that it's such a long way home. I jumped out of the car and my father pushed the cart into the shed. For the first time, I feel that my father's back is so high. I am proud again. It's a kind of cheerful mood that comes from deep touch, lingering in my ears, hands and heart for a long time. ...

He moved me to write 500 words. He touched me. I believe that everyone will have heroes in their hearts that will move them! But my hero is a helpful hero-Lei Feng!

I was very moved by Lei Feng's behavior, especially what he did. One thing impressed me the most. I remember my mother telling me that it was a day in 196 1 May. Lei Feng went to Dandong on business and left the company at five in the morning. On the way to Fushun Railway Station, she saw a sister-in-law holding a two-year-old child and holding a six-or seven-year-old child in her hand to catch the bus. It was raining, and none of them wore raincoats. The little girl was covered in mud because she fell into the mud pit and cried as she walked. When Lei Feng saw this situation, he immediately thought that the purpose of "our army" was to serve the people wholeheartedly, and the difficulties of the masses were "our" difficulties.

Lei Feng hurried forward, took off his raincoat, put it on his sister-in-law, quickly picked up the little girl, went to the railway station together, bought them train tickets and got on the train together. In the car, Lei Feng saw the little girl, not dry all over, her hair kept dripping down, shivering with cold. He quickly took off his sweater and put it on the little girl. I heard that the three of them came out without even eating breakfast, so Lei Feng gave them three steamed buns he brought, but he didn't eat anything. At nine o'clock in the morning, the train arrived in Shenyang. Lei Feng led the little girl and sent her mother and daughter out of the railway station together, so that she could rest assured to meet the troops!

He once said: "human life is limited, but serving the people is infinite." I want to turn my limited life into an infinite service for the people. " I was deeply touched by his spirit, which taught me how to help others, helped my classmates actively, and taught me Lei Feng's spirit of not being afraid of difficulties and fatigue. This reminds me that "people who help others can get help from others." This sentence.

My hero is a hero who helps others-Lei Feng.

9. A composition, he or she moved me. It was midsummer and I was bored. My aunt invited me to her house, so I decided to stay at her house for a few days.

Dad took me to the station in the morning and asked me to go by car. At this time, the station was dead silent, and even the songs of birds could be clearly heard. I greedily sucked the moist and fresh air in the morning and looked around from time to time. But a quarter of an hour later, with a few whistles and a burst of dust ahead, a car drove up. Looking intently, I went to Danzhuwu and passed by Changtang. I got on the bus at once. The carriage was quite neat, so I chose a window seat. When I take the bus, I like to open the window, let the cool wind blow me comfortably, and then lean back in the chair to see how the driver drives.

The conductor came up to me and I handed her all the money in one hand. While talking about the long pond, I thought that I could have a few cents more, but it was not enough. Oh, my god How can money not be enough? This is the first time I have encountered such a situation. The price has risen! What should I do? At that time, my face turned red, and I wished there was a crack for me to get in. I scanned all the passengers in the car with expectant eyes. All right, get off. Just as I was about to get up, a young man with glasses stood up and gave the conductor fifty cents for me. I want to say "thank you" to him, but I don't know if it is because of excitement or other reasons. I failed to express my gratitude to him in time, and my heart kept beating like a rabbit. I dare not look back at him. Just as he was about to get off the bus, I finally got up the courage to say "thank you" to him, but the voice was not much louder than the mosquito's cry, and I don't know if he heard it. Looking at the back of my youth, I was lost in thought, but my heart was still full of warmth.

My uncle met me at the station, and he talked to me, but I was still immersed in the warmth just now. My uncle asked me why I didn't talk, and I didn't tell him about the car. I silently read to myself: I will be as helpful as that young man in the future! Because he, a strange young man, made me experience an unforgettable touch.

I once read an unforgettable and touching article, which deeply touched my heart, especially the old monitor in the article. His noble qualities of loyalty to the revolution and self-sacrifice deeply influenced me.

This article is a golden hook. This paper mainly tells the story of an old squad leader who accepted the entrustment of the party to take care of several sick little soldiers and died gloriously on the way to the 25,000-mile long March. The cooking monitor in this article is almost forty years old, that is, the old monitor. He is getting old in the All-China Federation. In order to find food for the soldiers, he is only skin and bones. Finally, he found fish in the river for everyone to eat. However, there are * * * fish. Originally, there were fewer fish in the river. The more fish were hooked, the less food there was in the bowl, so the old monitor had to eat by himself. In the article, a soldier curiously asked the old monitor why he couldn't see the old monitor eating fish. The old monitor said he had eaten. The soldier didn't believe it, so he secretly followed the old monitor. He only saw the old squad leader holding an enamel bowl, chewing a few grass roots in his mouth, and the soldiers eating the remaining fishbones. When I read this, my eyes immediately filled with tears. Him! He actually ate his own fishbone and some wild vegetables in order to feed the soldiers. I can't imagine what the rest of the article will look like; I hesitated for a while, but I kept reading. At the end of the article, the old monitor died gloriously. The soldiers sent the hook left by the old monitor to the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall for us and future generations to pay tribute to.

After reading the article, I initially complained that God was so rude and took such a kind and kind old monitor away. Later, I had a good reflection. In fact, the old monitor did not sacrifice, and he will live in our hearts forever. The noble qualities of the old squad leader, such as loyalty to the revolution, self-sacrifice, strong revolutionary will, dedication to the revolution and death without regret, will always touch our future generations, and this article will always affect and touch me.

10. In this way, he touched my 600-word composition.

Writing 600 words > write a composition

Love is writing 600 words by my side, and love is writing things by my side.

Time: 20 16-06-22

There is a lot of love around me, from parents, relatives and classmates ... but what I remember most is the love from my parents.

This happens to be the time when summer comes. Sometimes cold, sometimes hot. At night, I lay on the thin sheets in my vest, only a little wind, and the breeze was still hot. Sweating immediately on his forehead, several mosquitoes buzzed in his ears and kept ringing in his head. "Mom-"I couldn't help but let out a cry, even though my mother was asleep. "What's the matter?" Mom rushed over. "It's too hot, there are many mosquitoes. Mom, can you turn on the air conditioner? " I am like a little sheep, begging piteously. "no! The weather is changeable, so beware of fever and cold. " Mom said very seriously. "Please go ahead! Open it! " But no matter what I say, my mother won't agree. Seeing this, I turned around angrily and fell asleep angrily. After a long time, I suddenly felt that my whole body was not hot, as if someone was fanning me with a fan, and a person immediately appeared in my mind-ah! It's mom! Until the next morning, when I saw my mother's red and tired eyes, I couldn't help feeling guilty for what I did yesterday, and tears could not help flowing down. ...

Ah! What an unforgettable love! It is my mother's love that has always contained me, but I am so ignorant. My mother's love for me has been indelible in my deep sea memory.