Wonderful moment of composition in the sixth grade of primary school

Inscription of "Touching Moment"-The scattered and unique care is beautiful, simple and simple. It only takes a moment to move to the fundus, and the soles of the feet will always make a slight noise. The silence that permeates the bottom of my heart will always be inadvertently buckled in the water and rippled. For a moment, a rude action, I instantly melted into that kind of touch and stagnated for a long time. Sitting on a crowded bus, the smell of smelly sweat is strong, and the noise and secular faces in the air are no different from usual. I close my eyes, put a piece of my favorite music in disorder, and occasionally glance out of the window, but it is still that kind of indifferent trouble. I just need to turn around and leave at the next stop. "Ah-""How do you drive?" I opened my eyes. I have experienced such sudden braking many times. I don't have any expression. Go back to sleep. However, when I looked up at the right front, my whole body was covered with hair, which was a shock. An old woman, it is really the role of age that makes her wrinkled skin and shriveled hands stand out. She did nothing but cover the forehead of the clever little girl who was smiling beside her with a pair of hands. The moment I braked just now, her hand left the little girl's forehead so far. But in the blink of an eye, she frowned, with panicked eyes, and quickly covered her forehead with her hand. To my surprise, I saw an inconspicuous little red print on the girl's forehead. What a simple love it is. How to feel sorry for the love of a little granddaughter or grandson, how to make a simple action, and how to be persistent, asking an old man to reach out like that, just to cover up a scar that is not dazzling, for fear that the granddaughter will be discriminated against, for fear that the girl's hand will be in danger at that moment. When ...................................................................................... arrived at the station, I took another look at her mother-in-law, and the summer has been chaotic and quiet. I was moved by the unique beauty of this moment, which was scattered in the rough and light. An hour is made up of 60 fingers, a day is made up of 12 hours, a year is made up of 365 sunrises and sunsets, and a century is made up of 100 cycles. A history is only made up of countless beautiful moments. The misty night fog, like a gray veil, floats on the black soil. The deep blue stream winds like a snake on the earth, leaving a shallow riverbed and swaying moon shadows. The cold wind was stuck in the fog, shivering, and the river made waves. The camp was quiet, with occasional heavy snoring, but the sentry in the turret was not sleepy. The sword in his hand shone with a clear metallic luster and reflected on the sentry's face. The sentry's face is not only patient, but also feminine. The fog is thick, but it can't stop her eagle-like sharp eyes; Cold weather can't stop her sincere blood; It's a long way, but it can't stop her eager yearning. If it weren't for this war, she might just be an ordinary girl who "weaves"; But it was this war that made Mulan leave a beautiful and firm page in the history of China. Time flies, the sea changes, and the flying sand all over the sky tells us that the owner of this land has been rotated several times, and only the wind that has remained unchanged for thousands of years is still whistling, rising and surging tirelessly. A lonely team marched slowly, but the sedan chair inside was labeled with the scarlet letter. The minister opened the curtain and said to the people in the curtain, "Princess, the front is the border of Uhaanyehe. Do you want to look back again? " The princess hesitated, but in the end she didn't turn away. At this moment, she thought that the tears dried by crazy sand were dripping down again. If Hu didn't appear in the court, she might just be a servant girl in a cold palace or the daughter of the Yangtze River. But it is the story of Zhao Jun leaving the village, which adds a beautiful and forbearing moment to the history of China. The alternation and struggle of dynasties is just a moment's play in the steel-like Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The softness of water and the firmness of mountains are perfectly intertwined, weaving the most mellow blue sky and the most tranquil water surface in the world. While people are admiring, who still remembers that moment a thousand years ago? When Princess Wencheng entered Tibet, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty gave her a bronze mirror, from which she could see Chang 'an when she was homesick. When the princess reached the boundary of Qinghai, she looked back at the Tang Dynasty and thought she would never see Chang 'an again. She couldn't help but burst into tears, but she resolutely threw the precious mirror on the ground and became today's Qinghai Lake. It is the legend of Wencheng's entry into Tibet that painted a beautiful and just stroke in the history of China. There are 24 hours a day, 365 mornings a year, countless beautiful moments in a period of history, and more beautiful moments waiting for us to discover a young leaf, a drop of autumn rain, a bird's song, a reed in the wind ... all these are exciting and unforgettable. Yes, the beauty of the world is often manifested in that casual moment. My father died when I was eight years old, which gave me and my mother a heavy blow. But instead of being intimidated, my mother became stronger. She learned to be independent and no longer depend on anyone, but she became frugal. So I think my mother is very stingy, and it is difficult to buy me some snacks or something. That day I realized that my mother didn't "dig" ... it was an evening in the winter of grade six, and I was very tired when I came home from studying at night. It's already 10 at eight o'clock, and I know my mother must have waited for me for two hours. Sure enough, as soon as I got home, my mother asked with concern, "Is it math self-study today?" "yes! The math teacher is so late after school every time! " "Is there much homework at night?" "Not bad, but there is a little more math homework." "Oh, then you can go to the supermarket with me to buy something to eat at night." Alas! Helpless, who let me come back so late, the dinner maker has closed the stall. I hate noodles, but I have to go with my mother. Walking into the street, the cold wind kept pouring into my neck, and I couldn't help shivering, only to find that I forgot to bring my gloves. When my mother saw that I didn't wear gloves, she quickly took them off for me, but I saw that my mother's hands were frostbitten in many places and had a few scars ... I came to the door of the supermarket and saw a ragged woman begging with two children. There was no money in the bowl, so I noticed that people around me didn't look at them at all. Huh? They also wrote an article nearby, and curiosity made me continue to read the article. After reading it, I realized that they were just like me and my mother. The children lost their father and were forced to drop out of school without money. By contrast, I am much happier than them. Just then, my mother took out her only five dollars and gave them, dragging me home. I don't understand what my mother did. "Mom, how did you give them all the money? Don't we have to buy food? You can't eat snacks at ordinary times. Give money to strangers today. Too stingy! " "Son, you are wrong!" My mother said to me earnestly, "Although we are poor, we are much better than them. Their experience is the same as ours. People from physical places. We should learn to help each other. We can get their meals without eating one meal a week. I don't want to repay them! " I'm happy to make others happy. "At home, my mother made noodles, nothing, but I think noodles are delicious, including that meaningful sentence ... six years of campus life is fresh in my memory, six years of grass and trees are refreshing, and six years of study and life are memorable. Looking back on the ups and downs of these six years, people are * * *. Six years have passed in an instant, just like a drop of water on the tip of a needle falling into the sea. My days are dripping into the stream of time. There was no sound or shadow, and I couldn't help but feel my head start to sweat and cry. The past is the past, and the coming is the coming. What a hurry! Recalling the junior year, the teacher taught us to read, and the sound of reading echoed in the campus. What a wonderful time! If I can go back to the lower grade, then my mind will be full of innocence. After class, I will play with my classmates and have classes together. Chinese teachers will write neatly on the blackboard and teach us to love our motherland and study hard. The math teacher wrote a multiplication formula on the blackboard to educate us to love science and study hard. When I was in middle school, my classmates were somewhat mature and became lively and active students. The classroom has become a world where students speak. Everyone has his own unique opinions, and students express their opinions and absorb knowledge. The sound of speech, laughter and chalk make up a harmonious symphony. On the playground, the students are doing intense sports. Sweating one by one. But still smiling. In the third year of high school, the students lost their former liveliness and naughty. The classroom has become a world where students talk and quarrel, and everyone is talking about it. After class, we laughed, quarreled and chased, and formed a cheerful symphony. I am studying nervously and happily. All the year round is like four paintings, and each painting shows different meanings. Everyone has a lower grade to a middle grade, from a middle grade to a higher grade, until graduation. * * * has gone through six spring and autumn periods. From innocence to maturity, if I can be a pupil again, I will study hard, study and play with my classmates. Spend six years in primary school happily. Now, six years later, I am about to graduate. I want to say with nostalgia for my alma mater: "Alma mater, you raised me for six years, and I love you, my alma mater". A touching moment, such as a happy moment.