Composition on touching topics

In our ordinary daily life, we all have written compositions, and we must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Compositions are when people express the relevant knowledge, experiences and thoughts stored in their memories in written form. way of narration. Have no clue when it comes to writing an essay? Below are 9 essays on touching topics that I have carefully compiled. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Touching Topic Composition Part 1

At night, the stars have all fallen asleep, but in the home of a poor farmer in Yuanba District, the lights are still on. In the room, a sister took good care of her father, put him to sleep, and then washed the feet of her mother who was lying in the hospital bed. This sister’s name is Liang Dan. Her father had been in a car accident and her mother had been suffering from illness. From then on, Sister Liang Dan took on the heavy responsibility of being the head of the family. In addition to studying every day, she also had to take care of her parents. Unfortunately, she, who had just turned fifteen, suffered from leukemia. But such a poor family cannot afford treatment at all, and this fragile life is about to come to an end.

Good people are rewarded! After the story of Sister Liang Dan was broadcast in the True Love Life column of Guangyuan TV station, all the teachers and students of Guangyuan Experimental Primary School were moved. The students also donated money to Sister Liang Dan. Some were 10 yuan, some were 30 yuan, and some students even donated 100 yuan. Some classmates wrote letters to Sister Liang Dan, telling her to be strong and cooperate with the hospital for treatment, hoping that she would recover soon and overcome the disease. All the students in Class 6 and 1 also folded more than a thousand paper cranes for Sister Liang Dan, hoping that she would complete the operation smoothly.

I was moved by the story of Sister Liang Dan, and even more moved by the love of my classmates. The students were reluctant to spend their New Year's money and donated it to Sister Liang Dan. I believe that what is donated is not money, but the love of the students. Although Sister Liang Dan and we have never met each other, we have built a heart-warming bridge of love between us. It is precisely because of this bridge of love that our experimental primary school is filled with the sunshine of love. Touching Topic Composition Part 2

That day, I was left in the classroom to make up my homework. Although the teacher also left several other people, they hurriedly finished their homework and left. Maybe it's because they feel ashamed. And I felt that if I stayed for a while, the teacher would let me go home when it was getting late. So, I took a chance and played for a while and wrote for a while.

The teacher came back from the classroom and saw that I was still playing there. He walked quietly to my side and said to me: "Cheng Linxian, the teacher knows that you don't want to be a bad boy. Although you don't care on the surface, But you still care in your heart. You are just afraid that others will hurt your heart, so you pretend to be indifferent. You would rather hurt others' hearts than let others hurt your heart, wouldn't you? Now the teacher has time, and the teacher hopes to talk to you. Let’s talk, let’s talk as friends, okay?”

I was hesitant because I couldn’t believe that this beautiful female teacher in her early thirties could tell what I was thinking in my fragile heart. What. At that time, the reason why I wanted to talk to the teacher was because I had suffered too many grievances and needed to talk about it! Many people didn’t understand me and said that I was a wild child who had no one to care about me. But what about me? I always wanted to find someone to talk to, but who Will you listen? As soon as I got home, my mother asked me to do my homework and wanted to talk. The differences were too big. Maybe the generation gap was too deep. I wanted to talk to the teacher, but I was afraid that the teacher wouldn’t have time, or that the teacher would tell me I was making excuses. I wanted to tell my classmates, but no one ignored me because I was a bad boy in their eyes.

Thinking about it, my tears flowed down involuntarily. I took this opportunity to express all my grievances. While crying, the teacher also cried. I was at a loss, and the teacher said: "It's okay, Cheng Lin, the teacher is happy. You can tell me your full grievances. Today you are no longer alone. The teacher will accompany you and listen to what you have to say." "Words!" The teacher's words touched my cold heart and filled my heart with warmth.

That night, we talked from about four o'clock in the afternoon until about eight o'clock in the afternoon. When my mother came to school to find me and understood what happened, she also cried.

I cry because of grievance and relief; the teacher cries because of happiness and excitement; my mother cries because of excitement and relief.

When I got home, I made an exception and took the initiative to complete my homework and asked my mother to check it. The next day, the teacher praised me. I was so happy. In order to make the teacher still have confidence in me and to reassure my mother, I started to study hard, "Come on, Cheng Linxian, believe in yourself." I often encourage myself like this.

Half a year has passed, and the classmates are talking about the teacher, but I can’t say it, because my love for the teacher can no longer be expressed in words.

That time, I was really touched. Composition on Touching Topics Part 3

In September with clear skies, I gained a lot from the expansion training: friendship, strength, hard work, trust... I can’t count them all, but at the same time, there are also all kinds of touches. .

On the fourth night, we played a game - crossing the line of life and death. The students had to help each other pass through a hole less than one meter in the air.

No object can touch the line. If it touches the line, everyone must return. After hearing this rule, the students were shocked. They have to pass through such a small hole without touching the line. Who can do this! Just when we were worried When we were playing, the teacher said to us: "Don't worry, there is nothing I can't do in the class I have taught!"

The game started. The boys stood on both sides and lifted the girls one by one. In the past, after lifting the girls, I also carried the slightly smaller boys over. Just when there were 8 people left and we succeeded, the referee blew the whistle. As long as the whistle is blown, nothing good will happen. I thought to myself Then, sure enough, when a boy touches the line, all the people in the past will come back.

Looking at the boys’ sweat flowing down like water, I can’t do anything to help: I ??try to cheer them up, but they won’t let me; I try to wipe their sweat, but they won’t let me; I give them chocolate, but they won’t let me. . I feel so wronged and frustrated. But looking at their appearance: they were all breathing heavily, some boys were so tired that they fainted, and some were tired and vomited. I felt so bad, my nose felt sore at once, and tears welled up in my eyes, but When I saw many girls shedding tears of emotion, I, who had always been strong, turned into a withered leaf butterfly, lost my protective color, and my tears kept flowing down.

Failed again and again and returned again and again. Many boys were exhausted. When I wiped their sweat, I only wiped it once, and the whole paper was soaked.

After countless failures, just when there was only one person left to succeed, we were at a loss. There was only one person and no help from others, how could he get over?

He simply stepped over, but when he hit the line, the referee relented and only asked him: "Should everyone return, or should everyone return?" Do 150 push-ups?" He resolutely chose push-ups. Less than 10 seconds after he finished speaking, someone shouted, "I'll do it for him." After hearing what he said, the classmates also said in unison: "Let's help him do it too." In this way, each of us made 10, and we finished it quickly. When we didn't know what to do, a boy from another class carried him outside. In an instant, all the students were crying. Their previous efforts were not in vain. Everyone hugged and comforted each other. Here, there are no rumors, no distinction between men and women, just the purest friendship.

This night, our men and women got along very well. On the way back to the dormitory, the girl supported the injured boys, took off her coat and put it on them. She was shivering with cold. The other boys who were jumping around saw it, took off their coats again, and tried to show off. His lips were blue from the cold, but he didn't complain.

I am deeply moved by this situation: without any complaints, the most selfless dedication is true friendship. Touching Topic Composition Part 4

I entered the first grade of junior high school, had a new life, a new school, and one after another, new things happened.

There are many telephone poles in front of our school. Every time you walk to the school gate, you will see a person who keeps scraping the poles standing at the school gate with a small shovel. Telephone poles. The sound of Kala La was extremely unpleasant, so whenever I saw that person in school every day, I would take a detour and look at that person with a bored look. The man didn't notice it at all. The next day I saw that man again, like the sound of a tractor, scraping the telephone poles. I couldn't bear it anymore and walked up to the man and said, "It's shameful for you to destroy public property like this." , and not only destroyed public property but also disturbed other people." The man looked at me in surprise and said in a panic: "Okay, okay, I'll leave right away." As he said that, he scraped the telephone pole. He left in a hurry. I thought to myself: "It won't happen again, will it?"

I returned home and picked up the newspaper of the day and read it. I saw a report that said: "Posting small advertisements everywhere pollutes the global environment and affects the public." I said to my mother: "It would be great if there was someone to clean up these small advertisements."

The next day, I went to school, and when I got to the alley, I saw the person hanging on the telegraph pole in Carrara again. Just as I was about to step forward to stop her, a flash occurred in my mind, and I suddenly remembered what I saw in the newspaper yesterday. After reading a report, I saw the piles of discarded small advertisements in his hand, and suddenly understood what was going on. I stepped forward to help the aunt tear off the discarded small advertisements. I asked: "Auntie, why are you doing this?" Are you going to tear this up?" The aunt looked up and said, "It's you, little girl. You're here to serve the community!" I said, "I'm sorry," , I wrongly blamed you that day, thinking you destroyed public property?" Auntie said generously: "It doesn't matter, as long as you serve others more in the future." I was completely touched, what a selfless spirit! How many people can be so considerate of others?

The people around you may move you all the time, but can you be as selfless as them? , how wonderful it would be if each of us were like the sincere and selfless people around us! Volunteers, doctors, and police are the people whose spirit we should learn from. If each of us thinks of others all the time, we will definitely be a moved and united family.

This semester is almost over, have you found a role model around you? Touching Topic Composition Part 5

Love is beautiful, a good medicine for healing wounds, and an emotion that touches generations. I was born out of love and moved by the love between my parents.

My parents have been married for almost thirty years, and it is difficult for them to express love. I often ask my mother: "Do you love your father?" My mother usually smiles sideways and says, "That's it." Then I ask my father: "How did you move your mother to let her marry you?" But my father replies: "Ask your mother." These two people always talk in a roundabout way, their words don't match each other, and they never show how much they love each other.

In fact, the love between parents is not difficult to guess, and it is often reflected in small details. Sometimes the mother gives the father a piece of meat, and the father gives the mother a pat on the back. One time, my father had to go out for something urgent, and he didn't tie his shoelaces in a panic. My mother, who was watering the flowers, saw her and ran over quickly, complaining: "Look, you can't even tie your shoelaces!" After saying that, she bent down and stretched out her hand to tie my father's shoelaces. The mother's face turned red because she had difficulty breathing while bending over, but her eyes were bright. She looked carefully at the shoelaces in her hands and tied them carefully. The short hair also looks a bit messy, with a few strands of hair scattered wantonly on the forehead. "Okay, be careful not to untie it again." After arranging the shoelaces, mother stood up, patted her clothes and said. I saw my father stretched out his hand, combed the broken hair on my mother's forehead, and carefully tucked it behind her ears. After doing this, the two looked at each other for a long time, and then smiled.

The light coming from the balcony behind them reflected their faces, as if a ray of light was shining brightly from their eyes. This light makes them seem twenty years younger, as if they have returned to the days of newlyweds and the excitement of youth. This pair of beautiful people shocked and moved my heart. This is love!

This is love, the love that moves me. My father would not say such lingering words of love as how happy I am to have you in this life. Your mother will not lie in your father's arms like a shy bird and say she loves you. They are just ordinary workers and housewives. But life is enriched by love and made better by being moved. Life is full of love and touching. Those words of eachother may not be true, and those frivolous promises may not be serious. But the true and pure love of my parents really moved me.

Let love continue to the end, let the touching last forever, be moved because of love, and love because of being moved.

Teacher’s comment: A plain word, a habitual action, a very familiar smile...how simple, but also so ordinary, this is love and touching! The author’s words are profound and touching. Beautifully, using language full of true feelings, I wrote about the things that moved me most in life. She told us: In fact, many ordinary and extraordinary things in life are the embodiment of love. This kind of love can make people around you happy. This is the philosophy in life. Essay on Touching Topics Part 6

Have you ever been moved by something? Have you ever been moved by a person? Yes! So, have you ever been moved by a stranger... In life , there are many things that make people feel inexplicably moved, such as that warm word, a caring language... Let’s take a look, one in my life...

Use fashionable Internet language Speaking of which, I am still a computer "rookie". Although I play with computers a lot on a daily basis, the skills I have mastered have not improved much. At best, I can only be regarded as a child who has just started. A few days ago, I became obsessed with the communication tool on the Internet, which is the high-tech work in modern society-QQ. (Haha, this sounds like a long-running account, so let’s get to the point.) On the QQ communication platform, I chat with people I know or don’t know. Despite my stern appearance in real life, in fact, in the virtual world of the Internet, I am active and very naughty. I can’t remember one day when I saw a QQ group from my hometown on the Internet, and I joined it on a whim. Originally, we just went in to join in the fun, but unexpectedly, the fellows in the group were enthusiastic and funny, and they seemed to have the feeling of "it's too late to talk to each other" and "it's like we've always talked before". They attracted me with just a few words. I love to be in the limelight. As soon as I joined the group, I couldn't wait to splash the little ink I had in front of the folks. I talked about some seemingly meaningful topics and expressed some words and insights that I thought were very profound. , all just so that the fellow villagers can have a good impression of me and say a few nice words of praise for me.

My efforts were not in vain. The fellow villagers called me a "talented man", and I almost fainted from happiness. Touching Topic Composition Part 7

Dear teacher, dear students:

Hello everyone!

The heavy rain outside the window is still falling, and it is still so energetic. The withered yellow leaves of the dragon fruit in the fruit basket tell of its age. These two things intertwined in my mind again. I still remember my mother's warm love...

My mother works in a copy shop. Because the workload was too heavy, my mother dragged a cart full of printed materials around high-rise buildings all day long. Whether it’s hot summer or cold wind; whether it’s sunny or pouring rain, my mother is always running around.

"Whoosh-whoosh-" I was staring at the heavy rain outside the window in a daze.

"Bang bang bang - bang bang bang -" A rapid knock on the door "pulled" me back to reality from my fantasy. I quickly ran to open the door. It must be my mother who is back! I didn't even have to think about it, I just confirmed the idea in my heart.

When I opened the door, I was surprised by my mother’s appearance: big raindrops were dripping down her cheeks, and the five or six colorful bags in my hands were wet. indivual. The veins on my mother's arms popped out. It was obvious that those five or six bags were very heavy.

When she saw me, my mother handed over a bag that hadn’t been wet yet. I quickly took it. oh! So heavy! What's in this?

I opened the bag curiously, wow! This is my favorite fruit - dragon fruit!

At this time, my throat felt like it was being pierced by thousands of steel needles, and I couldn’t say a word. Tears welled up in my eyes. Because, this is just a sentence I accidentally said at the dinner table three days ago. My mother was very busy at work at that time, and I thought she had forgotten.

The heavy rain outside the window was still falling non-stop. It played the most beautiful music in my heart, touching the busy figure under the lamp. Topic Essay 8

In this world, touching is everywhere. Like a spring, it releases the power of love in an instant and builds a colorful bridge of love between people.

In my memory, there is a touching thing, it is about giving up the seat, the old man still deeply moved me.

That day, the weather was as sultry as usual. I was waiting for the bus at the bus station. Since there had been no bus for a long time, more and more people gathered.

"Coming! Coming!" A group of people crowded towards the car like crazy. I was caught in the crowd and lifted up like a cable car. Seeing that there was a seat behind me, I rushed over, but a figure jumped in front of me. It turned out to be a little old man. When he moved, his legs were still a little bumpy.

I thought to myself, this little old man is quite old and fast enough, and he is even more competitive with us young people!

In this way, I and all the people standing here The waiting passengers followed the bus as it swayed for several stops. At this time, a woman carrying a child came up. Following the flow of people, she was squeezed to the side of the little old man. The little old man quickly stood up and said, "Sit here!"

The little old man The old man held the armrest and stood next to me.

Suddenly, there was an emergency brake, and everyone fell forward, "Hey!", "Oh my god!" Everyone made a sound of surprise.

I wasn’t paying attention, and without stopping my foot, I stepped on the little old man’s foot.

My heart tightened and I was about to apologize. Hey, what's going on? Why didn't the little old man react? Didn't he get hurt by being stepped on? Or...

Just as I was hesitating, the bus arrived, and the little old man opened the back door As I walked, my legs made a "squeaking" sound. I looked up and was suddenly shocked. It turned out that one of the old man's legs was a prosthetic leg!

I understood everything, and a warm current surged into my heart. I hurriedly ran a few steps forward. , helped the old man out of the car and watched him leave.

On that warm summer day, I was touched by an old man wearing a prosthetic limb. Touching Topic Composition Part 9

One time when I came home from school, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and a large dark cloud quickly swallowed up the blue sky. "It's going to rain." I was so anxious that I didn't dare to stop my hurried steps. A gust of cold wind stung my skin like countless fine needles, and I couldn't help but shiver.

At this moment, a bicycle rushed towards me at high speed from behind, narrowly passing by my hand. I was so nervous that I panicked and fell to the side of the road, unable to speak. The cyclist also felt something bad. He braked suddenly and stopped. After a closer look, it turned out to be Grandpa Zhang from the building opposite. He was shocked and stopped the car in a hurry. He said to me uneasily: "Yuanyuan, I'm sorry. Are you okay?” I was frightened and came to my senses, “Oh! It’s okay.”

Grandpa finally let go of the big stone in his heart, “You want to go home? I’ll give you a ride.” I hesitated and didn't speak for a long time. Grandpa looked at me and looked at the dark sky: "Get in the car quickly! It's going to rain." I nodded and sat on the bicycle. , I thought: Now I am most afraid of the old man blackmailing me, but my grandpa helped me so enthusiastically. When I got off the bus, I had to thank him. Grandpa Zhang smiled and turned around from time to time to remind me, "Sit tight." The cold wind kept blowing, but I felt that the cold wind was not as biting as before, but had a special kind of warmth. The warmth is soft, as if the scent of flowers and leaves is emerging from the cold wind.

After a while, I arrived home, and my grandfather quickly said: "Don't let your family worry, hurry! Go home!" After that, he got on the car and left quickly. Looking at Grandpa Zhang's retreating back, I have mixed feelings in my heart. At this time, the raindrops fell, mixed with my tears and rolled in my eyes. At that moment, I was really moved...

There is true love everywhere in the world, and true love always warms the heart. In this loving environment, I grew up slowly. This time, my heart was purified by love and moved by love. If everyone is willing to help others and consider others, then this society will become more beautiful.