Write a six-character composition with the title "What Moves Me"

Time flies by like running water. There must be many deeply touching things in our memory! But there is one thing that stuck with me the most.

When I was a child, that morning, I was going to school. My mother said: "The weather forecast says it will rain today. Remember to bring an umbrella, you know?" I looked at the sky and thought: The weather is so nice. , how can it rain? He ran out quickly.

It was almost noon, "Ring, ring, ring..." The bell rang. I looked outside the window, ah! Why is it raining? It was pouring down, and I remembered what my mother said this morning. I really regretted it. The students who brought rain gear went home one after another, and the others were taken home by their parents. And what about me? My father is not at home, and my mother has a fever and an IV drip these days, so no one will come to school to pick me up. Looking at the heavy rain pouring outside the classroom, I lay on the desk and cried. I thought: Will my mother come to pick me up?

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure. Oh, it turned out to be my mother. My mother came to pick me up in the heavy rain. I seemed to see that the heavy rain was going to swallow my mother. My mother was walking towards me with difficulty.

"Mom!" Mom smiled at me, took off her raincoat and put it on me. I put on my raincoat, and my mother was next to me. When I saw my mother who looked like a drowned rat, my nose became sore, and I threw myself in my mother's arms and cried.

Mom's love gives me joy and happiness. Mom is our haven. Mom understands us. I love my mother. We must repay our parents' kindness.

Fifth grade of Dongguan Primary School, Lishi District, Luliang, Shanxi: Feng Jiawen (Weining Literature www.wn-steel.com)

--500 words

Chapter 2: The thing that moved me the most

Time flies by, and many memories have faded with the passage of time. But there is one thing that makes me vividly remember and move me deeply - that deep maternal love.

That morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Bobo, the weather forecast is for rain today, so you'd better bring an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. , The sky is clear, how can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just when school was over at noon, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain fell suddenly. The students who brought rain gear all went home, and the others were picked up one by one by their parents. My father teaches in a school out of town and never comes home at noon. It just so happens that my mother has been suffering from a high fever and taking an IV drip these days. I don't think anyone will come to pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the heavy rain falling 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 heavy rain seemed to swallow my mother up. My mother struggled and walked towards me. (Weining Literature www.wn-steel.com)

"Bobo, come here quickly and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face, and body were all soaked by the rain. Looking at my mother who looked like a drowned rat and her blue and white face, I couldn't help but cry again...

An umbrella holds up the sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. . Although it has been a long time, it always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study well...

Tsinghua High School Senior Year: Yang Yiheng

--500 words

< p>Part 3: Something that touches me

There is always the sweetest one in a box of candy, there is always the brightest star among the stars in the sky, and there is always something interesting on the road of life. Things that move people.

This afternoon, there were guests at home, and my mother took me to the market to buy vegetables. The market was crowded with people, so in desperation I went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy vegetables. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is an authentic old farmer who has experienced many hardships.

My mother came up and asked the price, and then began to negotiate the price with him. But the vegetable seller was so fussy that he refused to lower his price by even half a dime. I was urging my mother impatiently, and my mother was also anxious, so she hurriedly weighed the food, paid for it, and left in a hurry. Unexpectedly, halfway through, my mother discovered that the key was missing. What should I do? There are guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother had a disappointed expression on her face. "I must have forgotten something at that stall. If I lost something, who would give it to you, let alone that fussy old man? Consider yourself unlucky!" (Weining Literature www.wn-steel.com)

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.

When we got there, we saw that the old man’s dishes had been sold out, but the old man was still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked over, and the grandfather recognized us and handed the key to my mother with his calloused hands. My mother nodded knowingly to him, and the three of us laughed happily.

Looking at the simple old man in front of me, what else can I say? A feeling of guilt arises spontaneously.

I wish the old man a safe life!

The fifth grade of Qingfeng Primary School in Jiangnan, Haizhu District, Guangzhou, Guangdong: cc Cat 5

--500 words

Part 4: A story that moved me Things

There are many things that touch people, and there are many types of things that touch people. For example, maternal love, concern from neighbors, care from friends... But one thing that moved me was different. I saw such a touching scene on the bus.

I remember it was a Sunday morning when I went to Zoucheng with my mother. I sat on a window seat on the bus. Since my back was to the window, it was difficult to go outside. Look, but I still took a look outside. I was stunned and couldn't help but open my mouth. I saw a beggar with a thin face, high cheekbones, and deep sunken eyes. He looked like a man in his thirties or forties. He moved very slowly, rummaging through a garbage bin. His clothes were in tatters, and the color of them could not be seen at all. He was only wearing a pair of rotten slippers that had been sewn with patches. He was looking for some rags to sell and put them in his Suddenly, he was asked to take out a banana peel from the torn sack and dropped it on the ground. All the garbage that should be picked up was finished. He got up and was about to drag his sack away when he turned around again and picked up the inconspicuous piece. I picked up the banana peels and put them in the trash can. Seeing this, my eyes were moist and my whole body seemed numb.

I was shocked! He is a beggar, a slow-moving beggar, but he has the awareness to protect the environment. He can completely ignore the inconspicuous banana peel. I think many people can't do it, but he did it.

Sixth grade: Puni v