Touching composition 500 words

There is a glass in my heart, which contains large and small; Red and green things. That's my bittersweet recording chip. I randomly took a small piece from it and inserted it into the wave of memory.

When I was a child, I was very playful. There is a river near the school. The water is especially clear and green. In summer, there are many fish and shrimp in the river. Lobsters, in particular, are either slightly floating on the water or vaguely hidden in the grass. That big lobster is also easy to bite, two or three at a time. Looking at the expression and joy of my friends, I was also itching and joined the shrimp fishing team. Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on it and fell into the river. I was flopping about in the water, shouting-a teacher happened to pass by, and he rushed down the beach without taking off his clothes, so he rushed into the water and dragged me ashore. I don't know whether I was shocked by falling into the water or I was young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, but I was unmoved.

I was still so playful in primary school. Tireless during the day, sleeping deeply at night, often unable to get up in the morning. In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in a hurry. At noon, my stomach naturally sang an uncomfortable "Empty City Plan", and my classmates almost made my mouth water with relish. At this time, the head teacher will always take out half the rice in her box and let me share it with her. Strangely, teachers always eat very little, but they always say they are full. I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I am still unmoved.

When I arrived in middle school, faced with the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden, I had no choice but to say goodbye to fun. I am immersed in the ocean of books and topics every day. The teacher is also very tight, often with one front leg and one rear leg. I have a strong nature. In order to make my grades not too embarrassing, I really never tire of learning and asking questions. As soon as I am free, I will consult my teacher. Sometimes even the teacher has to be caught eating. Teachers often put down their jobs at once, wipe the sweat from their foreheads and patiently give me answers. Maybe it's the pressure of study, maybe I'm busy squeezing time, and I'm still not moved by the teacher's slightly tired face.

The mid-term exam is coming soon. In order to climb the heavy wooden bridge, I study harder, which is simply forgetting to eat and sleep. Once, I fell asleep in English class. Strangely, the teacher was beside me, and even more strangely, she didn't wake me up. After class, she just whispered, "You'll catch cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the wisps of bangs floating in the breeze, my eyes are full of emotion.

The wheel of memory stops turning, my thoughts are brought back to reality, and my face has a cool and salty feeling. Isn't this touching? This is so touching!

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What is touching? A kind smile? Love assistance? Or is it a sacrifice without hesitation?

The concept of moving is too broad: as small as a concerned look, as big as a life sacrifice. Sometimes, a ray of sunshine in the morning, a euphemistic bird song and even a busy ant can move people.

Touching comes from people's hearts, and slight waves and ripples will make people feel heartache. In fact, I am a very impressionable girl. A trusting look, an encouraging word and a casual touch will deeply move me. After a night of struggle, a ray of sunshine in the morning is often accompanied by my tears. Long-lost friends meet again, and a cup of light green tea often makes my heart filled with emotion: isn't that light fragrance just like the smile and care my friends gave me-refreshing and memorable?

Touching is everything. She can melt a frozen heart and heal a broken one. I remember reading a science fiction novel about a girl who had special functions since she was a child, but she never used them, because she used them at the cost of her life. Until one time, the girl saved her brother with a special function and awakened her brother whose soul was sealed. Her special function is to find a small gap in the closed place of a person's soul, invade this person's heart, arouse all her good memories, and let the small pieces inside begin to melt, thus awakening the closed soul. Indeed, this story is fictional, but I firmly believe that the heart to save the soul is sincere.

Touching is everywhere, touching power is endless, and touching is inspiring! With a grateful heart, you will find that life is everywhere and the world is so beautiful!