The touching composition of the first day of junior high school

In the usual study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. According to the different writing time limit, it can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my collection of touching compositions for Grade One. Welcome everyone to learn from them, I hope it will help you.

The first moving composition 1 opened the floodgate of memory, and there was always one thing that moved me for a long time.

It was last summer vacation, and my mother and I went back to Weifang from Beijing by train. Then when I got on the bus, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. We soon found our seats. I sat by the window and enjoyed the beautiful night view. Looking at this bustling city, I felt a little nostalgia in my heart.

My eyes gradually turned to the car. At this moment, I saw an elder sister walking around in the train, and then kept asking others what. I asked the people around me to understand that the elder sister would throw up when she was sitting in the seat opposite the train, but this was the only one left when she bought the ticket, and she had to go back tomorrow because of something urgent at home, so she bought it. But she didn't expect the seat to be in the opposite direction, so she wanted to change seats with others.

My mother and I won't change because our seats are in the same direction as hers. At this moment, an uncle opposite us stood up and said to the elder sister, "Alas! Come to me! " The elder sister even said thank you, and then sat there, and the uncle sat in her seat.

I stayed up late because I was very excited. The elder sister across the street has fallen asleep, sleeping soundly and sweetly. While my uncle was drinking a medicine, I couldn't help glancing at it-"motion sickness medicine"! I was surprised and asked, "Uncle, how can you still take medicine if you don't get carsick?" Uncle smiled stupidly: "Actually, I am the same as that girl, but I also brought motion sickness medicine." . I bought a seat in the same direction as the train so as not to feel uncomfortable, but it was strange to see that child, and he was still young ... "

As Ji Xianlin wrote, "Everyone is for me and I am for everyone. I think this realm is quite intriguing. " There is a feeling in my heart, and that is moving.

That day, I just came out of the re-employment store, and the sun was shining brightly, making people dizzy. However, there was a sad song not far away. I walked in and saw a large group of people gathered together, and I didn't know what to do. Out of curiosity, I squeezed into the crowd and my heart was broken. ...

An old man with red eyes is kneeling on the board and drawing with a piece of chalk that is about to run out. Beautiful words are simply ingenious and colorful. The messy and noisy chalk in our hands has become a very strange magic pen in the hands of this old man who is over 70 years old. Next to him stood a woman singing tearfully with a microphone. This sad song is accompanied by a sad old man. Passers-by threw coins in succession. The old man handed in the written version of the book, but passers-by refused. The old man shoved it at passers-by I fumbled in my pocket, still penniless. In the distance, my father shouted, "Come on!" I strode up and looked back at the crowd. I am very touched. Re-employment is not only a place for shopping, but also a place for giving money. Looking around, I don't know how many people, college students, are kneeling underground waiting for the arrival of good people, but they have no money to pay tuition fees when they are admitted to the university. Some write for help, and some even take out college admission notices. What is even more cruel is that a disabled person holds a child and kowtows devoutly. This kind of scene can be seen everywhere as long as many people gather, but I think these people are very different from the old people who sell words. Old people sell words to make money. They don't cheat when the money comes properly.

There will always be poor people who are pitied by others, but the starting point of the poor and the pitied people may be the same. The coolness and test of the process is the machine to achieve these two kinds of people, and the compassion and nobility of fate are always in their own hands.

When the word "cleaner" is mentioned, some people, especially those who are self-righteous, feel that their industry has neither power nor money, and there is always a strange smell. No one wants to get close to them and make friends with them. There is a popular saying in society that "I would rather beg than be a cleaner."

From this sentence, we can easily understand the sadness and helplessness of being a cleaner. And some people will appreciate their fighting spirit, and I belong to the latter. Inadvertently seeing the attitude of the cleaners made me more impressed with them. During the summer vacation, it was so hot outside that the ground was scorched by the sun.

I do nothing at home and feel very hot.

However, the cleaners in the sun, they braved the hot summer to clean up the garbage on the road. On the way back from my hometown, I saw a young man coming like a rich man. The road itself is full of dust, and no one pays attention when the cleaner sweeps it. Maybe the dust drifted to the young people. The young man glanced at the cleaner and said to the cleaner with a condescending look: "Cleaner, keep your eyes open. Can you afford my dry cleaning? " This is a famous brand, bumpkin. "Cleaner hurriedly said to the young man," I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was absorbed in sweeping the floor and didn't see you. I am really sorry. " After that, the cleaner wiped his dirty hands on himself, and then patted the dust on the young man's body with his hand.

The young man hurried back and said, "Go away quickly and don't come near me. Your body stinks. Don't give me your stink, and don't get my clothes dirty. " Say that finish, the young man left.

I was moved by this scene. When people looked at them contemptuously, the cleaners didn't stop their work. Some people think that it is really a bad sight to have cleaners in such a civilized city. But I think only with cleaners will the city become beautiful. I think the obscurity of cleaners makes this city more unique!

Grandma spent that unforgettable and wonderful time with me. I will sort out the time I spent with my grandmother one by one and leave an untouchable memory in my heart.

When I was about one year old, my sister and I were taken care of by my grandmother. Since then, maybe I have understood what is missing. I envy other students being loved by their parents, but I won't tell my grandmother, precisely because my grandmother is very busy and tired every day. When I was about seven or eight years old, my parents would visit us from time to time. I no longer envy my classmates' love. Because I have learned to enjoy holding grandma's hand and eating cookies on time after school every day. I always hold the temperature in her hand, and my heart is sweet.

After school that day, I didn't have familiar hands and cookies. Although I could go home, I waited there for a long time. I didn't go home until it was getting dark, looking for her shadow in every corner. I seemed afraid of something until I entered the house. She has a fever, very high. I couldn't bear to see the person I loved the most feel bad, so I was sensible enough to wipe her face with a towel. Grandpa is a male chauvinist and never does housework. In those days, grandma almost endured discomfort and gritted her teeth. At that time, I will carefully stare at her wandering figure and white hair at the temples.

Later, my mother took me and my sister away, and I hated them. I hate it when they arrange me without asking my advice every time.

It is already the sixth grade to go back to my hometown. Grandma stayed with me for a year and left me forever. I don't know why it is so unfair.

The best memories, like clouds, keep floating in my heart. The sadness in bright eyes is full of unforgettable traces of time.

The first day touching composition 5 hides the most dazzling star in the gold mine of memory, that is touching. I accidentally saw the smiling face painted on the wall, and the little girl reappeared in my mind. The story has to start from that summer.

That summer was particularly hot, the earth seemed to be burning, and the grass on the roadside shrugged its head and was dying. I was walking home when a bus passed by. "I missed another bus home." Thinking like this, I couldn't help running. When I got to the bus stop, I was lucky to catch another bus, but I was sweating like a pig.

"Mom, mom, I want to eat ice cream!" I turned my head and saw a little girl in a plaid skirt rush into my sight, only to see her yelling at her mother. "OK, mom will buy it for you, but you have to sit here and wait for mom. Don't run around." With that, she got up and ran to a McDonald's behind the station. Suddenly, I was attracted by that little girl. She sat in a wooden chair with her legs crossed and a smile on her face.

After getting on the bus, I put a coin in and found a back seat to sit down. The little girl got on the bus with her mother, and her mother took her to a seat. Just about to sit down, the little girl said to her mother, "Mom, let's go to the back!" " "The next scene surprised me. I saw the little girl running to the trash can, and the car was shaking from side to side. She immediately grabbed the handrail and pointed the ice cream at the trash can. Suddenly, a drop of cream fell off the ice cream and landed in the trash can. The little girl smiled happily. I froze and whispered to myself: I am so old, can't I compare with a child of six or seven years old? The little girl carefully held the ice cream in her left hand and the pole in her right hand, eating around and laughing sweetly from time to time. After eating, she licked the cream at the corner of her mouth and returned to her mother happily.

In an instant, a warm current came from my heart, generate, and I suddenly felt that this little girl lit me up like a bright diamond. ...

He is not tall, but he is great enough. He may be gentle, but he is legendary enough. " Come on, get close to him. "After listening to the prologue, I have been touched. He is Qian Weichang. Over the years, he taught himself, from a stevedore to a senior engineer to the chief engineer of a high-tech enterprise. He is constantly improving himself through self-study and labor, hoping to make greater contributions to the country. This is his most precious: spiritual wealth and legacy. The monthly salary is only enough to buy two thermos bottles. His perfect mechanics is nameless, powerless and regretless, and he is affectionate with righteousness and China.

Wang Wei is such a hero who saved everyone's family. After his rescue, his greatest wish was to take his wife's photo to Tibet. What Wang Wei feels most guilty about is that he has never looked for his wife. "Your wife and children need your shoulders, and the people need your backbone more." But he chose to be the backbone that the people need more. This is him, Wang Wei, a pillar in the mudslide in Zhouqu.

But what impressed me most was with Tan. A fire broke out in a residential building in Yichun City, Jiangxi Province. They rushed into the fire several times and successfully rescued five children, but they were all severely burned. Wang Maohua must have been burned too much and died. When the reporter asked them if they regretted doing these things, they said no. I think, if it were me, I would regret it. But they are not Rainbow Hua Mao and Tan Cai Liang who were burnt to black, but they never regret their decision to rush into the fire. I am very touched, but at the same time I am very sad. It tells us what it is to risk one's life and forget one's death, and the answer is great love on earth! They saved strangers with their lives.

After reading it, my tears kept flowing downwards. Finally, I heard that they were not at the scene at all, but arrived after hearing the news. When he (Wang Maohua) grafts many times, the physical and psychological load is unpredictable, so as not to worry his wife. Real men recite everything! See here, how I admire him!

This is a kind of strength, a kind of behavior. ...

The composition encountered on the first day of the evening breeze on the 7 th blew on the water, causing ripples; The setting sun reflects the willow leaves, revealing sadness; The rain glided over the eaves, leaving traces. Perhaps we often sigh that the years are seamless, but we don't know that the bits and pieces of life have been deeply branded into our hearts. Looking back suddenly, when we skim the dusty sky in our hearts and pick up those memories, there are always many that move us. And the world is beautiful because it is moved.

Unconsciously, it has gradually entered the early winter, and the cool breeze is blowing gently. In autumn, Lund is covered with yellow leaves. Even if a deciduous path is picturesque, it still can't cover up the chill. I am dragging my feet alone, ready to go to school.

Because it's still early, there are only a few scattered students on the empty street. Suddenly, the sound of "shua shua" broke the silence of this winter. I looked at her, and her orange skirt was very dazzling in the dim light. The curved back is slowly sweeping the leaves on the ground. I met her. Although she wore a mask, I saw her vicissitudes of life. Search every place. When she saw me, she looked up and gave me a knowing smile. Suddenly, I felt my heart was full of sunshine, and the chill brought by the cold had disappeared without a trace.

That back, that persistent heart, that serious attitude, let me be moved by my heart, but also let me have more respect and understanding of life.

Touching is not a simple tear, not a superficial sadness, but an inner feeling and a spiritual voice between people. So my friend, when you feel lonely inside, please take some time to relive that unforgettable touch! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful and moving flowers. And guide you to the front.

Whenever I think of my aunt's help, a feeling of gratitude will come to my mind.

One winter morning, I went to an extracurricular class. I was walking alone in the street, wrapped in a thick down jacket, and a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering. I thought to myself: If someone sent me to school, I could review earlier. ...

At this moment, an aunt riding a bicycle passed by me and just brushed me. Then my aunt turned around and apologized to me. At this time, she saw me holding a book with four big characters "Jerry School" in my hand and smiled and said to me, "Are you going to attend Jerry School?" I hesitated and answered, "Yes, why?" Aunt said, "It's too cold. Let me take you there. Anyway, I am on the road and riding fast. " I hesitated and didn't move. My aunt seemed to see through my mind and turned to me and said, "Get on the bus!" " You can prepare early for school in the morning. "Aunt's sincere words touched me, and I immediately got on the bus. Seeing that I was seated, my aunt rode to school soon. Aunt stepped on the pedal against the wind, holding the handle with both hands, riding forward vigorously, reminding me to sit still from time to time. I thought to myself: Aunt is so nice. I must thank her later. At this time, a cold wind blew, not as cold as just now, but as warm as spring breeze.

Soon, the school arrived. I got off the bike, took out ten dollars from my pocket and handed it to my aunt. Unexpectedly, menstruation waved his hand and said, "What do you mean? Do you think I sent you here for money? Hurry to class! " Say that finish, I got on the bus and left quickly.

I stood on the street, looking at my aunt's back, with mixed feelings, and a warm current slowly flowed into my heart.

There are true feelings everywhere in the world, which always warms people's hearts. The love of strangers is around everyone, which always makes people move.

The book "Flying Classroom" is a touching composition of Grade One, and I think everyone is familiar with it. Yes, it's a novel written by the famous German writer Eric kastner.

Flying Classroom is a drama created and performed by children at the Christmas party. The book rehearsed and created a group of smart, lively, innocent and lovely teenagers through a series of vivid and touching plots. Among them, sentimental Yao Ni, talented Dai Mating, calm and steady racing soul, timid and aggressive Matisse all left a deep impression on readers with their distinctive and unique images.

I was moved by the friendship between my classmates. When Grody was attacked by school staff, his classmates did not hesitate to rescue him. First, they negotiated and left the Huns, but the result was a flat refusal. Then, their representatives sent a duel, and the school staff lost, but failed to fulfill their promises; Finally, they made a diversion, attracted each other with snowball fights, and finally rescued Grody. Isn't this friendship touching?

Of course, there are two teachers here who deserve our pride. That's Mr. Peck and the non-smoking teacher. Mr peck is also known as the justice teacher. These two teachers are willing to help students and be considerate of them. Students have difficulties and will find them to solve them. When saving Grody, the non-smoking teacher also participated; When Dai Mating had no money to go home, the justice teacher took money to send Dai Mating home ... Isn't this teacher-student relationship touching?

After reading this book, I feel that it can be regarded as a highly concentrated record of campus scenery. The affection of classmates, the love of teachers and students, and the friendship of friends all arouse our memories and cherish of friendship. It's really a good book that moved me!

The composition of the first touch 10 is often touched, just like a heavy rain, awakening the dirt of the soul; Touching is like a key to open your long-sleeping soul; Touched by the bright moon, the bright moonlight blooms. It was he who lit up the world, awakened me and led people to the right path.

I remember that on that stormy day, when lightning came to help me, I was too scared to go out. I watched the window as a mess, the dust was raised, the leaves were blown off, and branches and garbage were everywhere ... This reminded me of Uncle Sanitation. Every morning when I go out, I always see a familiar figure. He always works tirelessly. He never complains, but only for that little income. His job is not as attractive as that of a star. He is only behind the scenes, people only see the surface, and never dig deep. The urban environment depends on him, and he ensures people's health. What about himself ... The city can't live without him, and people can't live without him, but no one knows him. Let's see, the clouds gradually dispersed and the sun just didn't show up.

I thought uncle sanitation could finally have a rest in this "ghost weather", but it turned out that I was wrong and the figure flashed again. Skillfully picked up the broken bamboo broom and swept it again. I have never seen him so carefully. His thin face was covered with wrinkles, his skin color was dark, and his drooping eyelids were enough to prove his age-an old man among flowers, and soon sweat dripped down his nose, and there was sweat on his nose, but he seemed very tired and didn't know how to stop. In such cold weather, he only wore a thin shirt with several patches, and his clothes were dull in color. They wear a sanitary hat on their pale hair. After a while, the road showed beautiful faces again. At that time, the road was spotless, and he was so tired that he sat on the side of the road. ...

Touching is not intentional, but an evaluation and praise of the world. A word, a gesture, a greeting, a smile may be moved, but I am moved by such people. I respect him and I will learn from him. ...

1 1 Many outstanding figures have emerged in the long history, and they have made great contributions to their country and nation. But what moved me most was Lei Feng, a hero who will always live in people's hearts.

1960 On a Sunday in early summer, Lei Feng had a terrible stomachache. When he came back from the Ministry of Health of the Communist Youth League, he saw that the construction of muxi Road Primary School was in full swing on the construction site. Lei Feng couldn't help pushing the cart and joined the team carrying bricks. Until noon, Lei Feng was surrounded by a group of workers. Facing everyone, he said: "We are all making contributions to socialist construction. Like everyone else, as long as we do our part, we can have an energy and heat! " This afternoon, I learned the name of Lei Feng and the thank-you letter from the workers of the second construction company in the city where the troops were stationed. Only then did everyone know that Lei Feng had done something with his illness.

Since 196 1 year, Lei Feng has often been invited to give lectures in other places. He has more opportunities to travel and serve the people. There is a saying that "Lei Feng travels thousands of miles on business, but it is good to take the train."

On a trip, when Lei Feng changed trains at Shenyang Railway Station, he found a group of people around a middle-aged woman with a child on her back. It turned out that the woman lost her ticket and money to Jilin. Lei Feng used his allowance to buy a train ticket to Jilin and stuffed it into his sister-in-law's hand. Sister-in-law asked tearfully, "Brother, what's your name?" Which unit is it? "Lei Feng replied," My name is the People's Liberation Army, and I live in China! "

This is how Lei Feng keeps doing good deeds. Although his life is only twenty-one years old, it took him twenty-one years to understand the true meaning of life!

If you were a drop of water, would you nourish a piece of land? If you were a ray of sunshine, would you light up a little darkness? If you are a grain, have you ever given birth to useful life? If you were the smallest screw, would you stick to your life forever? ...

Every time I think of Lei Feng, I think of this poem …

She has big watery eyes, a small nose and a small cherry mouth. Her hands are helpful and caring. She also often persuades and comforts others. Many things she does will make others cry, but she says it's nothing.

When I was in the first grade, I wore sandals to climb a telephone pole and my feet were scratched. My wound scabbed slowly, and before my scab fell off, I was scratched and bled by a classmate's sole. She took me to the school doctor's office to apply medicine first. After returning to the classroom, she always comforted me and said, "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't cry. It doesn't hurt if you don't think about it. " After listening to her words, I didn't feel that my wound was very painful, but I was doing my own thing. I don't even remember that I have a wound and am bleeding, and I don't remember that I am in pain. She really touched me that time!

After a math exam, I felt I failed. I was crying on my desk, and she asked me, "What's the matter with you?" I replied with tears: "I can't get full marks in the math exam, and my mother will scold me again!" " "She added," it doesn't matter. After returning home, explain the reasons to your mother, analyze the problems and decide how to get rid of them. "When I got home, I did as she said. I first explained to my mother why I couldn't get full marks, then analyzed my problems, and finally told my mother how I decided to change it. The result was really not scolded by my mother. She really touched me that time!

Once, I didn't bring my black pen. She immediately handed me the black pen in her hand. I asked her, "Don't you need a black pen?" "I still have it." She said with a smile. Actually, I knew she didn't have a black pen, but she lent it to me and I used it. I gave it back to her happily after I used it. She really touched me that time!

This is her, a helpful and caring girl, and she is my good friend-Zhao Jiayang. She really touched me!

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I 1 1 years old. When I was five years old, my mother said something to me, which is still fresh in my memory and moved to this day. Although many years have passed, what my mother said to me still haunts me. Because it makes me feel my mother's love and makes me feel extremely warm.

It was the day when I was five years old. I went to an English cram school. After class, my mother has been waiting at the door early, waiting for me to finish school. My mother and I walked into a narrow dark alley. Because it rained that day, there was a lot of water in the alley and the road was slippery. Therefore, my mother kindly said to me, "It's slippery on rainy days, so be careful." Although this ordinary sentence may be insignificant to others, for me, it contains the deep maternal love of my mother, which makes me extremely moved. So, I also kindly said to my mother, "Thank you, mom, and you should pay attention." At this time, it began to rain in Mao Mao. At this moment, a drop of water slowly ran down my face. I don't know whether it is cold rain or moved tears. It was raining harder and harder. My mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she took off her coat and put it on my head. When we got home, I found my mother soaked to the skin. I said to my mother affectionately, "Mom, go and take a bath quickly, or you will catch a cold." At this time, I couldn't help crying again, and then I was moved by my mother's deep maternal love.

I am now 1 1 years old. It has been many years since this incident, but my mother's words of concern have been echoing in my mind. Through this incident, I understand that maternal love is the greatest power in the world. Motherly love makes me feel extremely warm, and then I am extremely moved.

The first day's moving composition 14 in the crystal tears, I saw the chubby figure wearing a blue cotton gown and a black mandarin jacket again. After reading Zhu Ziqing's back, it seems that a pair of hands gently touched my heartstrings, which made my heart restless for a long time.

Father's love is as deep as a mountain, and his father supports the whole family with solid shoulders. How gorgeous language can he express his deep love?

That winter, in that lonely and cold season, facing the death of his beloved grandmother, Zhu Ziqing looked at the mess in the yard and shed tears. Although his father was very sad, he comforted him: "There is no need to be sad at this time. Fortunately, there is no way out. " His father has reached the point of selling his property, and the money from selling his property is only enough to pay off his debts. Moreover, in this day when it never rains but it pours, his father has to borrow money for the funeral.

Although his father was very busy, he still insisted on seeing his son off and buying him oranges. His father, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe, staggered to the railway and slowly leaned down. It's not difficult, but it's not easy to cross the railway and climb the platform over there. His father climbed up with both hands, then his feet shrank upward, and his fat body tilted slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. ...

When I read this, I choked. I remember when I was a child, my father held my hand. How tall my father was then! However, on that day, in the autumn wind, under the street lamp at dusk, I found my father's back bent a lot, his face grew many wrinkles, and his black hair turned silver. At that moment, I suddenly found that my father was old!

I once wanted to leave my father's "protection", thinking that I might be free, and I once felt that my father's advice was a bit wordy. But now I know how to cherish, and I also know that family love does not need gorgeous words to decorate, it is the most sincere and beautiful feeling from the heart.

In the lamplight, yellowed pages and tears, I seem to see my father's bent back. Reading makes me very moved!

I remember when I was very young, my grandfather had a yard and planted several trees, apples and pears ... I don't know how my grandfather got a bumper harvest every year.

It was summer, the weather was very hot, and I was bored. I ran to my grandfather's house and asked him why. Grandpa smiled and took me under a tree-I don't know, but I was shocked. There is a two-inch deep cut in the tree. Grandpa said: "This is what a neighbor's grandmother told me before:' When the saplings grow strong, dig a hole two inches deep in the wound and sprinkle some salt, and the fruit will be bumper, big and round.' "

Although he was young and ignorant at that time, he was thirsty for knowledge. I've been pestering grandpa to ask why, and he doesn't know the mystery.

Hours of curiosity, driving the hippocampus in my mind, has become an unforgettable thing. I don't know how long it took, but I learned to surf the Internet, and I can look up many things and things that my parents don't know. The hippocampus began to surge with my memories at that time, and I began to search online. I can't remember the specific answer, but I vaguely remember the principle:

A tree is alive and conscious, just like if you don't water it, it will dig its roots into the ground to find water. When you cut it and sprinkle salt on it, it will hurt, hurt, hurt, but it can't protect itself, so it grows desperately and bears huge fruits to win people's favor and protect its own safety.

After reading it, my brain runs like a dictionary full of words: Is this life? Why is it so powerful? ……

Later, I learned an article by Xing Linzi, Life of Life. After reading it, I was shocked by it, such as moths with wings to survive, saplings living in the dark and human heartbeat. This is life, a reason to live strong. I will never forget what Xing Linzi said in his article: "Although life is short, we can make our limited life show infinite value."

I won't forget those injured trees, and I won't forget everything that Xinglinzi taught me in the article. They taught me how to respect life and how to be strong!