Write a composition with a person who moved me.

1. Write a 450-word composition with a person who touched me. There is a feeling called happiness and a happiness called touching.

And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this happiness. It snowed heavily that winter.

The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain joy.

When the Spring Festival comes, the continuous firecrackers are full of warm atmosphere. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange light, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in the painting on this winter night.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and let my little flowers thrive happily.

I can't remember how many times I fell. My parents cheered me up with encouraging eyes and kind smiles and made me stand up again. I can't forget how many nights I reviewed my lessons under the light, and my parents sat under the light, silently accompanying me late at night-I can't remember how many little things were full of my parents' love and how many parents cared like sunshine-suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously wet in the snow. Looking at this quiet night scene, I suddenly felt very moved and felt that I should do something for it. The next day, I wanted to surprise my parents.

I got up quietly at first light the next day. It snowed like goose feather all night, making the earth bright, even the sunshine outside the window was so dazzling.

I quickly pushed open the door, pushed open the door, and I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house with a playful look, a big red hat on her head, waving a "big hand" and smiling sweetly.

With a snort, I couldn't help laughing. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll. So it's mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly.

My nose is suddenly sour, and tears can't help flowing down. I want to give my parents a smile-I didn't expect them to face their parents, and I was speechless.

In that snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you?" When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a handful of waves, but you 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 got nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving.

Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and moving me. I understand your hardships, I understand your hope, and I will try my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved.

2. A person whose composition touched me [a person whose composition touched me] If a person is healthy but does not make progress and depends on others, he can only be treated coldly; A person who is disabled but gives up on himself can only get people's sympathy; If a person is physically disabled but self-sufficient, tenacious, optimistic and enterprising, this person will be admired and the composition will move me. One day, when I was shopping, I passed a crossroads and saw someone watching in front of me. I suddenly squeezed past. The man in front of me gave me a fright. Is this still a person? Typical monster! Half of his face is brown and full of scars. His lips are surprisingly thick, almost the whole right arm is deformed, and there are scars everywhere ... it's really unbearable. There is a box next to him, with all kinds of plasticine in it and a slender plasticine rose on it. There is a piece of paper in front of him, which reads: Everyone says that Rhizoma Coptidis is bitter, and I am more bitter than Rhizoma Coptidis. At the age of 24, he sighed and shook his head, while paying for one rose after another, and carefully offered the roses with both hands. I wonder in my mind how he can make such beautiful roses as a disabled person. It's incredible. I put five dollars in a small box and bought a yellow rose. I stood there quietly and watched him make this perfect work of art with his burned hands. He took out a piece of plasticine from the box, put it in his hand and rubbed it hard, then carefully squeezed out the shape of a rose with almost deformed fingers. His every movement seems to consume all his strength, so hard and so slow. But he is too serious. Suddenly, I had hallucinations. I don't know whether he blended in the rose or the rose melted him. The composition "A person whose composition touched me" in the fifth grade of primary school deeply touched me. He is physically disabled, but he is determined to support himself. Didn't his behavior touch us healthy people? Isn't it worth learning? I was deeply moved by his self-sufficient enterprising spirit and indomitable optimism. I couldn't wait to take the rose, and he signaled to wait. He carefully added two green leaves to the rose, put on a beautiful plastic paper, respectfully handed it to me and whispered a thank you. The petals of roses are layered and lifelike, and the green leaves set off the delicate flowers. The roses in the sun seem to have life and emit strange light. The most beautiful bloom is released. I feel heavy about this rose. At this moment, I remembered the last two sentences on the paper: I can't repay your kindness, but I can only offer you a rose and wish you peace in your life. The warm sunshine fell on him. I was surprised to find that in the sun, the scars on his body bloomed one after another, representing tenacious, optimistic, enterprising and grateful flowers. This flower

3. A person who touched me. This person touched me the most among all strangers I have ever met. She is a real good-hearted person.

On this day, my father and I will go to Suzhou to play. We got on the bus. The bus was so crowded that there was no seat left, so my father and I had to grab the handrail. I feel carsick because the weather is hot and crowded. The bus is running at a high speed. At this time, at a crossroads, the green light at the opposite intersection suddenly turned red, so the driver had to make an emergency stop. Because I was a little carsick, I let go of my hand and fell down. My leg hit the steps and my foot was bleeding, so I couldn't even stand up. At this time, a white-haired grandmother sitting in the seat next to me helped me up and said to me with a big smile: "Little brother, I will give up my seat for you, because my position is coming soon." I feel a little warm now. I wanted to refuse, but I didn't refuse because my feet hurt. After a while, my father and I got off the bus and our seats were occupied by others. But grandma hasn't got off the bus yet. She is still standing there. She won't come at once, but will go far away.

If I meet her next time, I must thank her! ! !

The person who touched me most has no trace of time. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always sections of memories that leave deep traces in our lives and cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick it up, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts, and that is touching. The person who impressed me the most was my mother.

I remember once, on a snowy day, the ground was frozen for three feet, and it was harsh for people to walk on it. As long as they are not careful, they will accidentally slip. At that time, after school at noon, I was a freshman. I walked out of the school gate against the biting northwest wind and flying snowflakes. The ground was slippery, and I was afraid of slipping and walked carefully. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me. As soon as I saw it, my mother was in front. I seem to have found a ray of light in the dark and rushed to my mother's face. "Mom! Mom! " I cried with excitement. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "Mom, why are you here?" Mother winked mischievously and said, "We have a companion when we walk together, aren't we afraid of falling?" I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " "So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not afraid that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive.

My mother is so great, she cares about me and takes care of me. Time is like water, time flies, how many memories we have faded, but we have never changed our deep love for our mother. She watched us walk into primary school, middle school, university and society. She is like a spring rain, nourishing our dribs and drabs. Is her greatness beyond words?

Motherly love is sunshine, maternal love is rain and dew, and maternal love helps us wash the dusty soul; Maternal love is tolerance, maternal love is responsibility, and maternal love is the strength and courage to overcome all misfortunes. Mom, only you touched me the most!

5. Composition: A person who moved me. What I have experienced is like the stars in the sky. Some moved me, some made me ashamed, some made me extremely angry, some made me feel solemn, some made me feel interesting, and some made me feel the joy of success.

Now I will tell you one of my successes. I watched others riding bicycles on the expressway in the summer vacation of grade five, and I didn't know how awesome it was.

I envy it. I think: if one day, I also ride a bike in the street, I don't know how cool it is! Over time, this psychology of learning to ride a bike slowly blossomed in my heart.

Finally, one day, I couldn't stand the loneliness in my heart and asked my cousin to teach me to ride a bike. At my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to follow me and take me to the park to learn to ride a bike. My cousin rode a bike on a meadow first, and then said to me, "Riding a bike is actually very simple. As long as you hold the handlebar and step on it, you have to overcome your fear, that's all. "

You ride first, and I'll hold the back seat. "Great, I can finally learn to ride a bike, and my heart is as sweet as honey.

I held the handlebar and stepped on the cushion. My heart is beating like a rabbit. The handlebar sometimes turns left and sometimes right, as if I were not careful and would fall down. I tried my best to restrain my nervousness and calm myself down. After a while, I mastered the skill of balance.

I thought to myself: it's too easy to ride a bike. My cousin let go of my hand when he saw that I rode so well. Accidentally, I fell down on all fours, and I stumbled and got up. I feel pain. As soon as I mentioned my trouser legs, I saw that I had scratched my skin. I really want to give up and don't want to learn. I took it out on my cousin and shouted at him, "It's all your fault. Why did you let me go and I fell so badly? "

My cousin understands my mood and doesn't care about me. He said to me. "Failure is the mother of success. Who learned to ride a bike without falling down? Is my cousin a deserter? I don't recognize such a cousin? " "I'm not a deserter."

I am very angry. I don't allow others to laugh at me. Anyway, I'm determined to learn to ride a bike.

"Then you are not a deserter. Show me." Cousin said.

"You wait and see." I shouted at my cousin.

I patted the dust on my body, turned over and got on the bus. I bravely pushed forward and sat in the car. I really regret being so rude to my cousin. I blame myself for being too conceited. At this time, a small stone blocked the way, and I fell heavily to the ground again.

But I stood up without hesitation, got on the bike and never dared to ride it carelessly again. After I fell down and got up again and again, it didn't take long for me to learn to ride a bike.

The moment I learned to ride a bike, I felt the sky was blue, the clouds were white and the grass was green. Nowadays, learning to ride a bike has become my proudest shining star. A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and many nuances in life can reveal gentle maternal love.

Mom has a habit, a family-sized dress, which is stacked in different categories when the seasons change in spring and summer. That day, she packed her clothes as usual, and I was lying on the sofa reading an old magazine. In the afternoon, the warm sunshine shines in, and a bunch of pure white gardenias on the coffee table exudes a faint fragrance.

"Look, Wang Hao, there are many handkerchiefs here!" My mother suddenly turned to me and said that she seemed very excited. "handkerchief?" I asked.

"Do you remember these handkerchiefs? It's been here for over ten years. Look, this blue one, remember? When you were four years old, I used to pin him on your coat and wipe your sweat. I watched you run in front of me, and your handkerchief shook like a flower Hu Die! " Mother talked aimlessly, without looking at me, completely immersed in happy memories.

I listened quietly and said nothing. I can't talk to my mother-because I don't remember anything.

"There is this piece of blue and white, which was specially made when you were 10 years old. It was printed with the words-'10 Happy birthday to my beloved son Wang Hao'.

Alas, in the blink of an eye. "She sighed softly and turned to me, but her loving eyes made me feel 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 collected the past so carefully and told me everything like a treasure. Doesn't she always complain that she has a bad memory when she is old? I admit, I completely forgot the story of the handkerchief and threw it in the corner of my memory. In addition, handkerchiefs are out of fashion now, and they are replaced by paper towels. When you sweat, take out one, rub it gently, it has a good texture and a faint aroma, and then throw it away casually. How convenient.

So naturally, the handkerchief was unconsciously forgotten. If my mother hadn't mentioned it unintentionally, I really couldn't remember that these handkerchiefs once belonged to me. My mind easily accepts new things and forgets some things, including the most basic and true love.

My mother, however, is a collector of years, always walking behind me, quietly picking up my missing mood and initial innocence. I felt my eyes a little wet and whispered, "Mom, how do you remember so much?" Mother was silent for a while before answering, "How could I not remember?" She seems to be talking to herself.

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

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade 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, "Son, 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 moment, a rain appeared.

6. The composition "A Man Who Moves Me" wants Meng Peijie whose mother is paralyzed in bed in "Touching China" (20 1 1). Since then, she has propped up a sky by herself, and this is not her biological mother, but her adoptive mother. Look at this strong girl! I think she is only a few years older than me, sensible, strong and capable. As a girl, I feel ashamed. I want to learn from her! Tonight, I sat in front of my computer and quietly watched 20 1 1 Touching China. After watching the program, I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling. Every time I watch it, I always think and ask people for a long time: what kind of feelings make them create such a broad spiritual world? What kind of opportunity made them move Kyushu? Walk into them, ask yourself, and find the truth by moving. However, I feel that the real touch is really sad, but it fills my heart and turns into confidence and courage to move on. Sometimes, being moved will make people vulnerable, because it always touches the most vulnerable place in your heart, but more often, being moved will make people strong, because when you see so many dignified, kind and strong people around you, you will be even more. In life, too many people have touched others and China in ordinary life. The reason why the Chinese nation has gradually become rich and strong is also because there are too many people in China with morality and quality. Maybe as ordinary people, we can't do something earth-shattering, but if each of us can do something for others, for the collective and for the family, then we will become a person who touched China. Collectively, the motherland is getting better and better. I believe that everyone who comes into contact with China will have a real cleanliness addiction, just like a bath of the soul, and at the same time his walking feet will be stronger, just like an annual charging, and a defective battery will be replenished, so that he can support himself and hope to help others. This is a kind of power that is moved.

7. The composition describes the people or things that touch me in a positive and side way. The first person who touched my heart tonight, with your microphone in his hand and his signature smile on his face; Ever since you danced, the sound of twisting your ankle has followed me like a dream. You made me understand the definition of active and hard work-Jiang Yingrong. Since the summer of 2009, I have been paying attention to you, watching your dribs and drabs and learning a lot. You will carefully prepare for every game, and you always firmly grasp every detail. A girl next door shines generously on the stage. We all saw your efforts, and you. We were all shocked. In the competition from 12 to 10, when the host gives your name, you slowly walk out. At this time, the host said, "Because of last night, Rong Ying has been running a high fever since this morning. We let her have a rest, but she just wouldn't say' I'm fine' ... "The fever is not a minor illness, thanks to your laughter. The music begins, and you slowly get into the rhythm. Your wind-like singing resounded through the audience, and the audience applauded you. Your strength and efforts were not in vain, and the judges announced that you were directly promoted. This was originally a happy plot. I shouldn't have cried, but the tears flowed down unconsciously and kept flowing down. There is no sadness or difficulty in your dictionary, only smile and strength. You are like an angel. Spread love and hope to people. But I'm totally different from you. I am a person who sells himself for fun. I can't help myself. When I do my homework, I always want to watch TV, play computer and watch TV for a while. Because of your appearance, I was completely awakened. Although I sometimes sneak away to play, my heart is firmly buckled by you at once. I want to thank you.

8. The essay title "One thing that moved me" moved me. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, half a semester has passed, and memories are as much as raindrops. Some have been forgotten because of the passage of time, and some have left indelible marks in my heart. Because I was moved, I left an indelible impression. Let me hold these raindrops in my hand and tell you slowly! It was a Friday, and it was raining cats and dogs. At noon, I didn't listen to my parents' advice and didn't bring an umbrella. Now God is against me, but it's raining at this time. "Dad doesn't come back today, and mom will get off work at 5 o'clock. What should I do? " I whispered, "Damn God, I can't get off work early to play. What should I do now? " I complained. At this time, a classmate like me who didn't bring an umbrella was unlucky. Now I'm much happier. I was just about to ask where she lived when I heard that her mother was coming! "It turns out that this classmate's mother is here." I'm dizzy. I finally had a companion leave again. "I have to swallow my bitter water again. I can only stand at the door of the classroom, hoping to see my mother coming. " Hey! What are you doing? Just stand here. "I was looking for fame, but it turned out to be my deskmate friend Peng." I hope you can handle it. "I deliberately looked far away and said corruptly." Hey hey, you didn't bring an umbrella (* _ *) "Peng thief laughed. It's none of your business. I'm still saying "I'll take you home". "I look unbelievable." Yes, "Peng nodded slightly, but I still have doubts in my heart. I remembered the scene where Peng and I quarreled every day and occasionally fought. "hey! Idiot, are you coming or not? "Peng's words interrupted my train of thought." Go, go, "I answered in a panic. On the way home, I felt as if it didn't rain. When I looked up, it was dark red. When I looked past Peng, only a small place covered her. I pushed my umbrella past Peng, but it gave way to me. It's still raining, but my heart is full.

9. A 400-word composition that moved me should be true without plagiarism [xszw943 13], and I was moved to tears; Moved to make me stand still; After being moved, I can't be calm for a long time. Stroking like a lovely bird, it flies by me from time to time, but a bird has landed on me and never left ... that was my day in Qingdao. Come to the blue sea, breathe the fresh air, enjoy the bright sunshine bath and look up at the white clouds, which makes people relaxed and happy. At this moment, something unexpected happened-the blue sea changed like a child. Just now, it was calm, and in the blink of an eye, it became rough and swept away a little boy playing on a stone. The air is dirty, the sun is not bright, the clouds are not white, and the whole world has turned gray. The little boy's mother was stunned. It was a long time before she came to her senses and shouted, "mine!" " Dongdong ... "He said that he would jump into the sea to save Xiaodong. At this time, a young uncle took off his shoes and jumped into the sea with a lifebuoy. Everyone's eyes are fixed on every move on the sea for fear of making any mistakes. After about half an hour, a head appeared on the sea, and uncle saved Xiaodong. Dongdong's mother said excitedly, "but uncle tried to get the stone away." He is a patient who has just been discharged from hospital after surgery. Just as he got into the ambulance, he was still saying, "It's important to save people. Send him to the hospital quickly." This sentence left a deep impression in my heart and always reminded me to be a caring person. Now, I am still in a daze, with tears on my face. My heart has never been calm, and that bird still stays by my side forever.