Composition of the fourth unit of Chinese language in the second volume of the fifth grade of primary school (write something that touches you)

One thing that touched me

Instructor Chen Shuo, Class 2, Grade 6, Experimental Primary School, Nanping City, Fujian Province: Li Ying

“…to help each other through solidarity To be proud, to benefit oneself at the expense of others..." I was sitting in the bus, humming the song "Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces" softly. The scenery outside the car window seemed to have been pressed on the rewind button, and it kept going. Back away. The sunshine coated the surrounding scenery with a gorgeous coat. I squinted my eyes and was immersed in this charming scenery. Suddenly, as the car braked suddenly, the quiet and comfortable atmosphere in the car was broken.

"Ouch!", this old voice attracted the attention of everyone in the car. An old man was sitting on a bulging sack, with a weather-beaten face covered with wrinkles. It seemed as if it had been carved by a knife, leaving ravines of varying depths. The silky silver hair was interspersed with strands of brown hair, clinging to the old man's head like an airtight net, and the pair of The cloudy eyes were bloodshot. The old man jumped up suddenly as if he had been hit by a landmine and exclaimed: "My food!". "This should be a farmer selling vegetables." I secretly speculated in my heart. Suddenly the seat under my butt seemed to be on fire. I really wanted to stand up and give my seat to the old man, but the people in the car Will you laugh at me? Just when I was hesitating, a high-pitched soprano shouted: "Old man, you rotten vegetables, don't put them here to occupy a position!". I saw the old man bending down to pick up the vegetables scattered on the floor of the carriage. There were several bundles of crushed vegetables on the floor. The blond woman next to her frowned, as if she saw that no one was giving up her seat for the old man, and became more and more arrogant, as if there was smelly garbage under her feet. The carriage was extremely quiet, as if time had been frozen by the blond woman's words, and everyone's eyes were focused on the old man. At this time, a tall middle-aged man stood up, helped the helpless old man up, and said enthusiastically to the old man: "Uncle, please take my seat." The conductor also came over to help the old man clean up. Vegetables, I saw the old man's eyes changed from blank to grateful, and he kept saying in a hoarse voice: "Thank you." Suddenly, the carriage became lively. People rushed to give up their seats to the old man and asked him kindly. The old man answered the questions flattered. This small episode actually made the people in the carriage feel as close as one family. The fiery hearts of the people in the carriage seemed to have suddenly shortened the distance and stuck together tightly. The golden sunshine shines on everyone through the car window, just like a beautiful picture drawn by a painter. It makes my heart warm and I feel moved spontaneously. But the blond woman now looked like a crushed green vegetable, sitting gloomily and unable to raise her head in shame. At this moment, I feel as if I have returned to the era of Lei Feng. For some time, due to the accelerated pace of people's lives, the relationships between people have become numb, the whole society has seemed very cold, and people have lost their enthusiasm and sincerity. And today, so many "Lei Feng" appeared in front of me, how could I not be moved?

"The bus station is here...", the conductor's soft voice sounded in the carriage. I stepped out of the car with brisk steps and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the carriage with nostalgia. He sang again: "What is honor and what is shame? Everyone needs to know the eight honors and eight shames...".

Example 2: Something that moved me

I have a warm and soft wool coat, which was knitted by my mother. It is very comfortable. At first, when I heard my mother say that she wanted to knit a sweater for me, I was so happy that I kept urging my mother, which made her sick from exhaustion.

It was another winter, and when I picked up the sweater knitted by my mother, I remembered that incident: One day at noon last semester, my mother said to me: "Xuanxuan, the weather is getting cold. "Let me knit a dress for you!" "Okay, okay!" I shouted happily and took my mother to buy materials in the afternoon. After buying the materials, I always asked my mother to knit clothes. As soon as my mother took a break, I would shout: "Hurry up and knit clothes. Didn't you say you want to help me knit clothes? Why don't you move?" After hearing this, my mother had no choice but to knit clothes. Keep working. After finishing the work, my mother hardly took a nap every day, and I pushed her to go to bed very late at night, which made her not in good spirits every day and the quality of her knitting was also poor. After I found out, I pushed even harder. In order for me to wear warm clothes, my mother had to "work overtime" every day, which was very tiring.

Finally one day, my mother couldn't support it anymore and she became ill. My father asked me to take care of my mother, and then I went to work. But although I was naive and treated my mother a little better than usual, I said something disrespectful to her: "Mom, you are sick, please knit less today." After my words, my mother suddenly seemed to remember If something happened, I quickly ran to get the clothes and continue knitting. My mother's condition gradually worsened, and later she had difficulty even speaking. She just wanted to knit me a warm dress. After the clothes were knitted, I quickly grabbed the clothes and refused to put them down, but I forgot to say "thank you" to my mother, but my pale mother just smiled kindly.

Until now, I feel how ignorant I was at that time. Now I really want to say "I'm sorry" to my mother, but I don't have the courage.

I should really thank my good mother. I was very touched by her meticulous care and concern for me. I finally understood the meaning of the famous poet Meng Jiao's poem "Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."

Example 3: A touching thing

Jiang Weidi, Ziyang Primary School, Hangzhou

Touching is everywhere; touching, maybe in a moment, like a shooting star Flash past; moved, within reach in life.

In the short five days of military training, I was deeply moved. At the time of farewell, almost all the students in our class cried. We are all reluctant to leave the instructors and the unforgettable military training life. After those five days, even though it was just five days, we and the instructors had already formed a deep friendship. How could we be willing to just leave? The leaves were blown by the wind, shaking their heads as if sighing for us; the sky also wanted to be sad for us, and it began to drizzle. The whole playground is extremely quiet! You can even hear the sound of raindrops hitting the ground clearly. Looking at the instructor and the sky, the scenes of these five days can't help but come to mind. The jokes the instructor told us and the games he played with us appeared before my eyes like a movie.

Instructors have the quality of perseverance. Once, when we were practicing standing, the instructor ordered us to stand at attention in the standard posture. I didn't take it seriously at first, so what if I practiced this? We stood there countless times during physical education class! But God's calculations are not as good as those of humans. After staying on site for a long time, I am really tired. But look at the students, they are still standing tall like pine trees. I gritted my teeth, sucked it in, and continued to stand. After a while, the students seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and began to sway around. This was great, it made me relax, my back was hunched, and my shoulders were slumped, as if I was disabled. Our eyes looked at the instructor in unison, begging the instructor to call for dismissal. Let's take a break. The instructor seemed to know what we were thinking, and he showed no mercy at all. He forcefully said, "Don't move. If you do, you will be punished by running!!!" We were immediately suffocated by the instructor's words. We didn't dare to move at all, and we were almost discouraged. The ball swelled again. Even so, I couldn't help but murmur in my heart. Why don't you understand us so much? You want to kill us. Hey, there is no other way, just hold on. After a long time, a loud whistle pierced the sky above the playground. As if we were awakened from a dream, we were suddenly startled, and the instructor's clear voice sounded in our ears, "dismissed." Suddenly, groans and shouts rose from all directions. I was surprised that we could stand for so long, that we could stand guard like the People's Liberation Army. I am a child soldier, haha, I feel proud, I finally survived.

The instructor is also a person who cares about us. Since the emergency gathering at midnight on the third day, the students were a little frightened when they went to sleep. On the fourth day, before going to sleep, I deliberately asked the instructor if I was lucky enough to ask if there would be an emergency gathering in a few days, because today's training was very tiring and there was a party in the evening. If there was another emergency gathering, I would really have to sleep. Not enough. The instructor seemed to know what was on our minds and said, "There will be no urgent gathering today because I'm afraid you will be too tired! We have to check the training results tomorrow, so go to sleep peacefully." Look! What a humane instructor, how caring about us. What is the difference between this and the meticulous care of our elders? The gentle words floated through my heart like a spring breeze, soft and pleasant, and my relieved heart seemed to float like a willow branch.

Touching exists all the time! In fact, being moved is also a dish in life!