Touched the sixth grade composition by 700 words.

In normal study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my 700-word essay, 10, for reference only, and I hope it will help you.

1 Recalling my childhood, I couldn't help smiling. I was moved by the little girl's behavior, because at that time, I shed tears of emotion. ...

It was Saturday, and I suddenly found that I had left my exercise book at school and didn't bring it back. I'm glad it's Saturday. I can go to school and get it back. After thinking about it, I told my parents, and my mother told me, "It may rain later, remember to bring an umbrella!" " My home is close to school, so I'm going to walk by myself.

It was gloomy all the way, as if it was going to rain heavily soon, but a drop of rain slowly fell in the sky and my steps began to accelerate. Soon after, when I arrived at school, water droplets suddenly appeared on my arm, and I quickly ran into the classroom of our class. The rain has gradually changed from the first rain in Mao Mao to the present downpour.

I opened my umbrella and took a deep breath: that was close. If my mother hadn't asked me to take an umbrella, I think I would be a drowned rat when I got home! When I got my homework, I immediately planned to go home. Along the way, puddles kept appearing. I accidentally stepped in, and my socks were soaked and in a mess.

Walking, I met a little girl. She hid under the eaves of a small shop with her head in her hands. When she saw me holding an umbrella, her eyes lit up and she ran over and asked softly, "Sister, can you cover me up to the bookstore in front?" The little girl's finger pointed to the distance, and I didn't answer immediately because my heart was tangled. Think about it! I'm embarrassed to refuse others. Secondly, this umbrella is so small that it is difficult for one person to cover it. But now I have to feed two people. What do I promise? Still don't promise? After thinking about it, I looked at the little girl. The girl's face was full of hope, so I had to agree in desperation. I always move my umbrella to my side along the way. Half of the little girl's clothes were soaked, and we kept silent all the way. I am even more unhappy and keep complaining.

At this moment, I slipped and fell to the ground. I'm soaked to the skin, and some dirt is stuck on my white clothes. Seeing this, the little girl quickly helped me up. She quickly comforted me: "Sister, are you okay?" ! Be careful. Does it hurt? "As she spoke, she took out a white handkerchief and wiped it for me. I can't help being moved. I thought I was not good to her at all, but she was so kind to me, so I lowered my head and said to her, "Your handkerchief is dirty, and your mother will blame you." She said, "no, my mother said you should be helpful, not to mention that you helped me!" " "

I was deeply moved by what she said. My eyes were red and I turned my back on her and said "thank you".

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "The weather forecast says it will rain today, so I'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain 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 the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"* * *, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

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

What moves me in life is that there are many. Spring flowers give me beautiful enjoyment and move me; The trees in summer give us shelter from the wind and rain, which makes me moved; Autumn is fruitful, and the farmer's uncle has a bumper harvest, which moves me; In winter, the white and flawless snow is as pure as a child's heart. Let me move. Today I'm going to tell you a more touching story.

It happened in my second grade. I was visiting physical education class when I suddenly found a brand-new 50 yuan paper money in a corner of the flower bed. I wanted to pick it up and spend it, but I remembered what my mother said. Just when these two ideas made me make up my mind, Li Yawen picked up the paper money from 50 yuan and ran to the canteen. I thought she wanted to spend the 50 yuan, so I followed her quietly. I saw her hand 50 yuan's money to the class teacher who was chatting with the canteen owner, and my face changed.

When I got home, I told my father about it. I asked my father, "The Li Yawen I saw today is different from the Li Yawen I usually see. Why is she so beautiful? " Dad said: "People only need a beautiful heart to make themselves look more beautiful and noble."

Maybe you didn't notice the influence of the little things in life on yourself, maybe you didn't feel the warmth of the little things in life, maybe you never noticed them. These are the most common moments, and they are all moved everywhere.

Even if you are just an extremely ordinary person, you will have the same harvest.

Similarly, there are such people in my life, familiar or unfamiliar. There is such a person in 53.

The head teacher has always played a very special role in my life, and every head teacher in my class will remember me vividly-it is easy to have an accident. My constitution may be special. Whenever I welcome a new head teacher, there will always be all kinds of things in the following week, which will just disturb the upper level of the head teacher, without exception. Although I tried my best to avoid it, I was still helpless. Especially after the class teacher was no exception, I was once again remembered by the class teacher gloriously.

But this time, the head teacher is different from those I met before. After being called to the student affairs office, the class teacher has been speaking for me, although I am not wrong. From beginning to end, the head teacher didn't criticize me, but praised me and said that I obeyed the rules. I admit I'm a little surprised. After all, this is the first time I haven't been reprimanded after an accident.

After the incident, the class teacher kept silent, only me and several classmates knew. I was quite moved by this point, because the previous teacher only spoke for a while, without considering the students' feelings at all.

The head teacher is actually a strange type between teachers and students. Many people can't grasp the degree, which makes the atmosphere between the class teacher and the students more and more strange. Students and class teachers are like enemies. Lao Yang, now the head teacher of Class 15 in Senior High School, has definitely subverted my view of the head teacher, playing rough in class and finding a perfect balance between students and teachers. Can be serious and have the majesty of a teacher; Be able to mingle with classmates with a smile; Switch seamlessly between teachers and students.

Every day, I will wander around the classroom, check the number of people and the hygiene of the classroom, carefully clean up the garbage, ask about the whereabouts of missing people, kick shuttlecock with students at noon and take care of everything.

Maybe what some people do is unremarkable, but it is the simplest and most common; Maybe some people are different from others, but that's what he paid.

I am not moved only by crying, nor by sacrificing. Touching exists in everyone's heart and in everyone's actions.

Different from others, from beginning to end, I think ordinary is precious, and ordinary is more touching; In my heart, lifting a finger is the most common touch!

Touching the sixth grade composition 700 words 4 touching, perhaps it is the warmth of giving timely help in the snow; Moved, perhaps to sacrifice one's courage for others; Touched, perhaps it is the friendship of sending goose feathers thousands of miles away ... and for me, it is the unyielding belief in life that is touched.

It was the third day, and I happened to find a cricket in the grass downstairs in the community, so I tried my best to catch it in the bottle.

I brought it back with joy, but my grandfather threw a pot of cold water on my head: "Son, let go, this little thing is stubborn and can't keep alive."

"Hum," I was unconvinced. "I'll keep it."

"Alas," Grandpa sighed helplessly and shook his head.

I quickly put the bottle on the coffee table and observed it carefully: green body, thin and powerful long legs, glaring.

"Knock, knock, knock" What's that sound? I followed the sound. It turned out that this cricket hunched his back and jumped with a jerk, trying to jump out of this "prison", but it was blocked by the glass and bounced back. However, despite many failures, it still has not given up its desire to save lives.

I thought to myself: let it touch the wall a few times and crush the spirit, and it will stop. Suddenly, it was tired or gave up and stood motionless at the bottom. My eyes met its angry eyes in the air, and my heart suddenly flashed a trace of guilt: why did you catch it and let it suffer?

The next day, I thought to myself: It must be hungry. We must find something to eat for it. But what should crickets eat?

I finally found it "delicious", but at the moment I sent it food, its dull eyes became fast, and its gray eyes became bright and transparent, revealing joy and brilliance.

At the moment I opened the lid, his leg jerked and he was about to fly out of the bottle. His eyes sparkled with joy because he breathed fresh air. At that moment, I closed the lid with a bang and knocked it back. Its vivid eyes became confused, then angry and finally died.

It didn't even look at the food. Suddenly, it crawled to the food effortlessly. I thought to myself: food is the most important thing for the people. You little thing finally can't help it. Who knows, it actually climbed onto the food and picked up a pile of feces. I flew into a rage: well, let's ride a donkey and read a songbook _ _ _ _, and have a look!

In the next few days, it often climbs to the wall and looks at the unreachable world _ _ _ _ _ the place that once brought it countless happiness and joy.

On the fifth day, I was deeply moved by this strong cricket and decided to let it go. However, when I opened the bottle cap, it didn't jump vigorously, only rolled out a cold body _ _ _ It died in unyielding resistance and starved to death. Suddenly, tears could not help wetting my eyes. ...

I still remember this incident vividly, which makes me very moved, because it makes me understand that animals are alive, animals also need dignity, and animals also long for freedom! We should be kind to them, animals are our good friends!

Touching the sixth grade composition 700 words 5 Dear mom and dad.

Hello! I'm Li Kexin, your daughter. First of all, I want to thank you for taking good care of me from the moment I was born. Deep fatherly love and warm maternal love are the most precious wealth in my life. Love is the most selfless dedication, and father's love for mother's love is also a dedication from life. Father's love is a big tree, tall and firm, and children in the world will always grow up happily under that broad shoulder. Motherly love always supports sunny days for children with her broad love, which is the most selfless. Father's love and mother's love can be reflected in small things, and that thing has already floated in my mind. ...

Before Christmas, my sister will ask my mother, "Doesn't Santa Claus give us presents?" My mother always said, "As long as you two behave well, Santa Claus will definitely give you presents." Before Christmas Eve, we close our eyes in bed and get up the next day with unexpected surprises. Gradually, I learned that Santa Claus is actually dressed by mom and dad, and gifts are bought in advance.

On Christmas Eve, my sister and I put the big socks on the bed as usual, and closed our eyes with anticipation, waiting for the surprise of getting up tomorrow. Maybe I drank too much water before going to bed and couldn't help but want to go to the toilet at night. I looked at the bedside, but Santa didn't give me a present. After going to the toilet and going back to bed, I'm not sleepy at all. Suddenly I heard a little noise in my parents' room. I was puzzled. Some of them realized something. Then, according to. They came into our room quietly. In order to surprise us, they put the gifts they bought in the store into big socks and then crept away. I watched all this silently. I wanted to jump up and shout, but I couldn't jump up. Suddenly my eyes felt warm. When I closed my eyes, a line of tears flowed from the corner of my eyes to my ears. ...

When I got up the next day, my sister was very surprised. I received five beautiful books, a music card and a bunch of snacks. My sister received a beautiful pen, a pink eye socket, a pair of slippers, a beautiful book, a music greeting card and a bunch of snacks. Looking at the heavy socks, I can't help wondering where the gifts in the socks are, which clearly contain the love of my parents!

You have done more than that for us, and there are many, many more. Sheep have the grace of kneeling for milk, and ducks have the filial piety of feeding back. Every grass and tree is full of spring, and I want to thank you with my own actions. Thanks again!

Finally, I wish you good health, peace and happiness!

I am here to convey

Salute!

Your daughter: Li Kexin.

Moved by the rush to come and go, staring at the flowers slowly withering in front of the window, I only feel that the air is filled with the smell of flowers passing away, so lonely and helpless. The wind rolled up the dust on the case, sprinkled it one by one, hid it silently and flew away. I always feel like a pool of stagnant water in my heart, and I can't afford the slightest ripple. At this point, I seem to be walking in the blank, looking for some things in my past ... I am very confused, what is left? Can it exist because I am moved?

Perhaps it is to sweep away the dust in your heart, or perhaps it is to fill the gap in your feelings! I decided to get rid of the secular world that bound me and recall the past. Walking on a lonely country road is too quiet to be decorated. Only the wind seems to know my mind, closely following my footsteps, spinning and wandering aimlessly, and my heart jumps with emotions. ...

Unconsciously, I have been in the endless golden rape flowers. Bright rape blossoms, a joy of life seems to fill the whole body. Maybe it's a reflex. When people see bright rape flowers, their melancholy mood will be suddenly enlightened. Suddenly, the helpless thoughts in my heart turned into ardent cheers. That kind of vigorous beauty, that kind of vast invisible anger infected me, awakened my sleeping belief, and made me realize that everything was beautiful and my feelings were nostalgic!

I don't know when the water vapor in the air has condensed into a drop of crystal water, which slides down my cheeks from time to time. My heart suddenly trembled: I was moved? ! So the past came to my eyes. ...

Flowers in full bloom are beautiful and short-lived, but what people see is the grandeur and strength of feelings. After presenting the final pure beauty to people, I will not hesitate to drop a touch of falling red into the soil and turn it into spring mud to protect flowers! I feel they are laughing happily, because it is not death, but new life, new hope, waiting for another beautiful season. Isn't this very touching?

Standing under the tree, suddenly, a golden leaf fell on my palm. I picked up my eyes and gently pressed them, fearing that they would fly away from me, but they were finally swept away by the naughty wind. I looked at its free and easy figure in the air, and I was relieved, because it left me a trace of nostalgia and emotion!

What am I still confused about? What can I complain about?

The fallen leaves make life more exciting at the moment of withering. Isn't this very touching? Thank you-fallen leaves, rape blossoms! When I can't find the memories of the past, you awakened my emotions; When I was confused and helpless, you touched me!

My heart is no longer blank, because I know what is moving.

Moved by the memory of the Milky Way, I have touching eyes and warm light, which slowly flows along the lines of the years and penetrates into every gap and every line in my heart through blood vessels. They wrinkle the veins of flowers and spread transparently, covering the whole body. They began to shine. Flash into eternity in my life and continue in my youth.

Motherly love and foresight

The arrival of winter makes the weather gradually cold. Every night, my mother will carefully bring me a cup of milk tea, put it on the corner of the table and quietly say, "stop!" " Drink some hot milk tea first, my hands are frozen stiff, how can I write well! "I stopped writing and glanced at my mother. Suddenly, my eyes and my mother's eyes are intertwined, shining like warm and peaceful stars in a summer night, and my heart warms in vain. Pick up the milk tea with love and drink it gently. Mother, just looked at me quietly, revealing a faint smile.

Mother's eyes, like warm sunshine, dispelled the cold in my heart. That look touched me.

Fatherly love and foresight

In my memory, the most profound thing is the day when I rode a bike with my father. After supper, my father always walks with me on his bike. At that time, I always liked to hold my father's thick waist and feel the warmth of his body. When the cool wind blows, my father's clothes and mine always sway with the wind. At this time, he always turns around and gently asks, "It's cold, put on your clothes quickly." His eyes gave me delicate love, like a hot spring, which slowly flowed into my heart and all over my body. Put on the clothes handed over by my father and feel great love. Driving in the city and enjoying the warmth of father's love. ...

My father's eyes touched me like a majestic mountain, and my weak vines are spreading to the heights with irresistible force under my father's loving touch.

How familiar this look is in life: when I am ignorant of my children, this look, like a shining iron plow, cuts through the land of my heart and gently sows the seeds of love; When I was young and frivolous, this look, like a clear spring, moistened my anxious and impetuous mind and slowly injected my indifferent and calm temperament; In the bleak pain, this look, like a magical medicine, dispelled the rampant diseases in my body and quietly injected optimism and perseverance; In pessimism and disappointment, this look, like a pair of magical hands, soothes my helpless nerves and gently conveys infinite love and strength. ...

That look touched me. It made me feel the warmth of maternal love, the broadness of fatherly love and the love of parents, which accompanied me on my growth path and inspired me to move forward. It is full of warmth and blessings, which makes me try to catch higher fruits.

Touching the sixth grade composition 700 words 8 There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching, which cannot be booked or extravagant. It is always in a casual moment, gently touching people's hearts and keeping it in mind. In the ocean of my memory, there is a unique feeling that has moistened my heart so far. Time flies like running water. Although it has been a long time, in the ocean of my memory, beautiful waves are often rolled up, which I can't forget. .....

Although this is a small matter, it lingers in my heart and leaves a deep imprint. It was a sunny day with a sunny day and a blue sky. I have never learned to ride a bike, so my bike lies alone on the balcony, covered with a thick layer of dust. At my father's strong request, I had to be dragged by my father to learn to ride a bike.

I learned to ride a bike alone on the cobblestone path next to the garden. I got into the car carefully and clutched the handle with both hands. At first, the bike was obedient, but when it turned the corner, it was like a naughty child in my hand. I want it to go east and west. It's staggered. Something unexpected happened in the sky, and a gentle uncle happened in front of me. I stopped him and said, "Don't move! Freeze! " But it was too late. I bumped into him and the milk tea in the bike jumped on him.

I was dumbfounded at once, and many people were waiting to watch the fun. I'm red and ashamed, and I can't wait to find a hole to get into. I feel uneasy, and my heart is like fifteen buckets to draw water-so anxious. I thought: this is terrible. I don't know if he is good or not, and he will blackmail me. I quickly lifted him up, patted the water on his clothes and asked anxiously, "Uncle, are you all right?" He didn't get angry because I hit him, but smiled gently: "Son, I'm fine. You just told me not to move and aim! " Be careful when riding a bike in the future, and don't hit anyone again. "I said hesitantly," Don't you blame me? " He smiled and said, "How can I blame you? You didn't mean it! " "I breathed a sigh of relief, as if it were a false alarm. But my mouth kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "You didn't mean it!" What warm words, I only feel like a clear spring flowing into my heart, cool and sweet. Listening to this simple sentence, looking at the distant figure, my heart was touched and my admiration for him came into being.

Ah, I'm moved again. Although it was not a vigorous experience, it left an indelible mark in my heart and still lingers in my mind for a long time. Touching is everywhere, sometimes a warm word; Sometimes it is a knowing smile; Sometimes it is an encouraging look. There are true feelings everywhere in the world, and true feelings always warm people's hearts.

Touching the sixth-grade composition 700 words 9 The dribs and drabs, stumbling and scenes in life are all worthwhile, which makes us memorable and moved. Walking into the corridor of the years, I read the moments of life and relive those moments that moved me.

Wednesday is often my busiest day, and it is also the day when I feel most alienated from her. We have always been inseparable, and we rarely leave one of them to do things alone. I am afraid that we will have conflicts on this day, and my heart is always uneasy. As a result, "the conflict came too fast, just like a tornado." He always ignores me sometimes, and I ignore her in a rage. I feel a little regretful after being angry. Why didn't I sit down with him and talk it over? Suddenly, I felt a little impulsive. But because of our stubbornness, we didn't do it, so we ignored each other. I thought things would be so deadlocked. To my surprise, she spent a class and wrote me a letter. After class, she gave it to me with a letter. I vaguely saw three words written on the envelope-dear John letter. I opened the letter with red eyes and found it was not a dear John letter, but an apology letter full of apologies. After reading it, I couldn't help crying. What is that? Touching is a river that has been frozen for a long time and slowly melts under the spring breeze.

The cold weather in winter makes people tremble, but it still can't motivate me to wash my hair. Living conditions in schools are limited. It's a little difficult to want a pot of steaming hot water. That night, he and I were studying at night. After class, they ran out of the classroom without saying anything, with their eyes like arrows, hoping to get hot water quickly and let me wash my hair and go downstairs to the dormitory. We cooperated very tacitly, and we got the hot water and the location. We were very happy. Even if the cold wind blows wantonly, we can't seem to feel it. We hurry to wash our hair and are afraid of being late for class at night. She rushed to deliver hot water to me, and she couldn't help being moved. Looking at this steaming hot water, I felt very happy for a while, and my heart was filled with emotion. What is emotion? A red plum, moved by the white snow, stands proudly and has a faint fragrance.

Someone once asked what is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers, but no matter who they are, they can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched, because touching is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

The scenes in my life will now be deeply immersed in that touching net, touching the softest corner of my heart and reminding me of infinite memories. ...

Touched sixth grade composition 700 words 10 "so tired!" "I'm so tired!" Who's complaining about this?

Our family of three are climbing mountains. We are moving forward step by step. When you are tired, stop and have a sip of the last water source-half a bottle of mineral water. Soon, there are only a few milliliters of mineral water left, and we haven't climbed half the mountain yet.

When we arrived at a pavilion, we sat down to have a rest. Although we were thirsty, no one moved the remaining water. There seems to be a surge of spring water under my feet, so I can only look at the spring to quench my thirst. The sun is like a fire, the heat wave is burning, the sun makes its light brighter and brighter, like stabbing a sword into the earth, evaporating water into the blue sky and turning it into white clouds, and I am more and more thirsty. Everyone decided to solve the only water source here. We pushed the mineral water bottle around. Finally, my parents pushed the bottle in front of me, and I drank half of it in one breath. "Mom and Dad, are you really not thirsty?" Parents happen to coincide: "Nothing, we are not thirsty."

Suddenly, it began to rain in Shan Yu. The rain beat on the steps, making a tinkling sound, and the grass danced as if in response to this song. When we met the beautiful Shan Yu, we were both happy and worried. We are happy to enjoy the unique mountain scenery in the rain, but we are worried that the next road will be very slippery.

As Shan Yu approached, we climbed all the way up to a narrow path with water on one side and mountains on the other. The spring gurgled on the other side. My father looked at my mother and said, "I'll get the water." The mountain is steep, and it has just rained, and the mud is slippery. It is difficult to stand without support. My mother and I quickly dissuaded them: "Nothing, nothing, we are not thirsty at all." But the chapped lips exposed our lies, and my father touched my head: "I'll be back soon, just a hill."

He climbed the steep hillside, grabbed a small tree with his left hand, put his right hand on a stone, and stepped on the heel of a big tree with his left foot, climbing like a climber. Suddenly, dad slipped and fell off the mountain. Fortunately, he caught a small tree in time to avoid falling. The young tree shook a few times and almost broke its waist. "Are you all right?" I rushed up and helped my father down. Dad wiped the mud and climbed up again.

After countless slips, my father finally reached the fountain, and the sun put away its burning light, adding a coolness between heaven and earth. Dad put the bottle on the spring, "Gollum, Gollum", and the bottle gradually filled with water. Dad descended the hill carefully and slowly.

I took the water bottle and drank it on my back. Finally, my thirsty throat is wet. My father looked at me with relief and a loving smile on his face.

The image of my father has never been so tall in my heart. On that day, the figure of him receiving water for me lingered in my heart for a long time.