How to write a touching story

1. How to write touching things (composition)

Touching

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness.

That winter, it snowed heavily. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The lights were filled with flying snowflakes, as if they couldn't contain their joy. The continuous sound of firecrackers is filled with the warm atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Everything seems to be reflected in the orange-red light background, including the faintly visible strands of silver hair in the parents' hair, which shine brightly in this winter night painting.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, letting wisdom and enthusiasm penetrate into me, making my little flower grow happily and robustly. I can’t remember how many times I fell down, and my parents used their encouraging eyes and kind smiles to cheer me up and stand up again; I can’t forget how many nights I reviewed my homework under the lamp, and my parents were also stunned under the lamp. Sitting on the ground, silently accompanying me for most of the night------I can't remember how many little things filled with my parents' love, I can't forget how many parents' care is like the sun------

< p> Suddenly, I felt that the light was filled with love, and amidst the flying snowflakes, my face became moist unconsciously. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly felt moved and felt that I should do something for it. I would give my parents a surprise the next day.

At dawn the next day, I got up quietly. The heavy snowfall all night long turned the earth into a beautiful place, and even the sunlight shining through the window was so dazzling. I hurriedly opened the door and opened the door. I was stunned. A snow doll stood in front of my house, with a playful expression and a big red hat on its head, waving its "big hands" and grinning sweetly. With a puff, I couldn't help but laugh. "Happy New Year!" Two people walked out from behind the snow doll. They turned out to be parents. They looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly became sour and I couldn't help but shed tears. I wanted to give my parents a——

Unexpectedly, they——Facing the smiles of my parents, I was speechless. On that piece of snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long, long time - I remember a poet said this: "How can I thank you? When I walked towards you, I originally wanted to gain something." A wisp of spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; how can I thank you? When I walked towards you, I wanted to pick up a bunch of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean."

Yes. Yeah, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad. You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I have nothing in return.

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me happiness, thank you for letting me learn to be moved. I understand your hardships and your full hopes. I will do my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved.

Being moved is like the refreshing sweet spring. Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze makes our hearts pure and spacious.

Touching, like the heartbreaking white snow. Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world. Cold and ruthless.

Friends, please get your heart out of the mire and ***! Please make a little space to carry this touching feeling that is enough to make us recall a lifetime. 2. How to write an essay about touching things

There must be unforgettable and touching things in everyone's heart. For example, your parents take you to the hospital when you are sick on a stormy night; another example is that your relatives send you an umbrella when they are far away, etc. I also had such an experience. Although the time he spent with me was very short, he left a deep impression on me.

I remember that at noon on a Wednesday, I went home with a few classmates as usual. Unfortunately, when I was crossing the road, an oncoming bicycle knocked me upside down. Naturally, my injuries must have been serious. I touched my head gently, ah! Bleeding! As a young child, I suddenly sat on the ground, terrified and at a loss. At this moment, a young uncle came over. Seeing my head was bleeding and bleeding, he immediately took a taxi and took me to Yijishan Hospital.

Along the way, I was in so much pain that I couldn’t open my eyes and shouted loudly that it hurt. The uncle kept comforting me and taking care of me. When I arrived at the hospital, I was pushed into the operating room. I saw the light of more than a dozen operating lights shining at me, causing me to fall asleep in a daze. Before I knew it, the operation was completed, but I didn't feel any pain at all. After a while, I suddenly thought of my mother and kept shouting: "Mom, Mom!" The uncle asked for my home phone number, and I quickly told him, hoping that he would call my parents. At this time, I felt a little hungry. This uncle knew it and immediately went downstairs to buy me something to eat. I quickly fell asleep again.

When I woke up, my uncle, father, mother, teachers and classmates were all around me. I was extremely moved, that scene was so touching. I bit my lip hard, trying to restrain myself from crying. But in the end, tears welled up from my eyes. These are tears of emotion and tears of friendship!

I think this touching thing will be deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten! 3. How to write the thing that touched me the most

The thing that touched me the most Time flies by, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of the days.

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.

All the students who brought rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a school out of town and never comes home at noon.

It just so happens that my mother is 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.

"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 touches me and teaches me to be a good person and study well...-------------------------------- --------------------The thing that touches me the most Whenever I encounter a rainy day, I will think of my dear grandpa and the thing that touches me the most. thing.

(It’s a touching thing to highlight the topic at the beginning.) That day was Friday. I don’t know who provoked God. The sky outside the window suddenly became dark, and it began to drizzle.

But who would have expected that as soon as school was over at noon, the drizzle had gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood, like the sky, became much darker. what to do? what to do? I didn’t bring an umbrella and didn’t tell my family to pick me up.

Looking at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while. My parents were still working, my grandparents were in poor health, and I didn’t have any money. I felt really bad.

(Explaining the cause of the incident) Watching the classmates walk out of school one by one, I was really envious. At this moment, a kind and kind voice came to my ears, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and looked, "Grandpa!" I shouted excitedly, and I saw grandpa riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat. But this little raincoat couldn't stop the strings of raindrops at all.

I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran towards Grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found that the seat was wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid that the seat would get wet on the road. I was very moved.

"Sit up quickly!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself. Please don't take me to ride a bicycle. This road is very slippery."

Grandpa is already old, and he may get into trouble even if he rides a bicycle by himself. Dangerous, let alone riding with me in the rain. Grandpa hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay. I don't worry about you going back on a rainy day. Let's go quickly. It will rain even more in a while!" I had no choice but to agree.

Grandpa was very careful with every step he took. The wind got stronger and stronger, and my umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella away and put his raincoat on me. on the body. Big raindrops hit grandpa on his body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but failed.

(Introduced what happened, and described in detail and vividly how grandpa cared about me.) When we finally got home, grandpa’s body was covered with water. Grandma quickly brought me a towel and asked me what was going on. , Grandpa quickly interjected and said: "It's okay, the umbrella broke on the road, I gave my raincoat to me. Time flies by, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of the days.

But There is one thing that makes me vivid and moved - that deep maternal love. That morning, when 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 bad today." If it rains, it’s better to bring an umbrella. "

I looked up at the sky. It was clear. How could 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 suddenly fell. .

All the students who brought rain gear 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 is 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.

"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 touches me and teaches me to be a good person and study well...-------------------------------- --------------------The thing that touches me the most Whenever I encounter a rainy day, I will think of my dear grandpa and the thing that touches me the most. thing.

(It’s a touching thing to highlight the topic at the beginning.) That day was Friday. I don’t know who provoked God. The sky outside the window suddenly became dark, and it began to drizzle.

But who would have expected that as soon as school was over at noon, the drizzle had gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood, like the sky, became much darker. what to do? what to do? I didn’t bring an umbrella and didn’t tell my family to pick me up.

Looking at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while. My parents were still working, my grandparents were in poor health, and I didn’t have any money. I felt really bad.

(Explaining the cause of the incident) Watching the classmates walk out of school one by one, I was really envious. At this moment, a kind and kind voice came to my ears, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and looked, "Grandpa!" I shouted excitedly and saw only Grandpa. 4. How to write an essay about something that touches you

There are many touching things in the world. For example, you will be touched when someone brings you milk tea in the winter; when someone else brings you milk tea on a rainy day, You will be touched when I bring you an umbrella; you will also be touched when someone takes care of you when you are sick... However, I have also been touched. I remember that on a windy and rainy night, I had a high fever, my mother Regardless of the pouring rain outside [Note: The rain was as heavy as water in a basin pouring down. It describes the rain as being heavy.], I put on my clothes and rushed out. Because it was raining outside, my mother stopped the car for a long time before calling for a taxi. When I got into the car, I didn't have any rain on my body, but my mother was soaked all over. My mother hurriedly asked the doctor to give me a drip. After I finished the drip, I saw my mother lying tiredly beside the bed. My eyebrows were wrinkled, tears were still hanging from the corners of my eyes, and my hair and body were still wet. It seemed that my mother couldn't even spare time to change clothes in order to take care of me... At this time, I was moved to tears. How I want to say to my mother: "You took care of me despite the pouring rain and sent me to the hospital before I could change my clothes. You sacrificed yourself for me..." When my mother woke up, she saw that I was awake and asked I said, "Lingling, what do you want to eat? Mom will buy it for you. You are still not feeling well? Mom will call a doctor for you..." Mom asked a series of questions, and I was moved to tears again. So I said to my mother: "Mom, thank you for your concern. You can change your clothes first. I will take care of myself." How great maternal love is! I was deeply moved. Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. 5. Write a touching thing, preferably no more than 200 words

A touching thing It’s another Sunday, this day, the weather is sunny and the sky is blue.

It was a good day to go out, so my mother and I went shopping in the city. My mother and I came to the city square, "Wow! What a big change in the square!" I couldn't help cheering.

My mother said: "Yes, look at the performance over there!" I held his* hand and stood by the stage. My mother and I watched there for a while. Later, my mother and I came again When I arrived at Guoshang Building, I was about to walk in when I heard a little girl shouting on the side of the road: "Who dropped the money? Who dropped the money!" This attracted many onlookers, including my mother and I. Went up, and after a while, an uncle came over panting and said, "I lost money." The little girl asked the uncle, "Uncle, how much money did you lose?" The uncle said, "I lost a dollar." "A hundred yuan."

The little girl shook her head and said, "What I picked up is not a hundred yuan!" The uncle walked out of the crowd with a shameful face, and ran away again after ten minutes. A chubby aunt came and said, "I dropped ten yuan." But the little girl said, "What I picked up was not ten yuan."

The aunt was red. The face is also gone.

Suddenly, someone finally couldn't help but ask: "Little girl, how much is the thing you picked up?" The little girl spread her hands, ah! It turned out to be one yuan. People around were surprised. Someone said: "You don't have to look for it. If you can't find it, just buy the candy yourself and eat it!" After saying that, they all walked away. My mother and I also walked away.

I think we all need to learn from this little girl. She can return the things she picked up to the owner, but she can't find them. If the owner can be found, I believe that life will pay off. , she will definitely find the owner, and she will definitely return it to the owner. This thing really touched me. 6. How to write a touching thing

In the long river of my memory, there are many things that moved me.

They are like countless stars shining in the Milky Way. Although they are bright or dark, they are all extremely beautiful and colorful. Among them, there is one of the brightest stars hanging high in my mind. Now, let me take it off for you to watch slowly.

I remember when I was in second grade, on a cold winter morning, I forgot to bring my gloves and went to school. When I got to school, my little hands were already red from the cold, but it was too late to go back to get the gloves, so I had to walk into the classroom.

"When the house leaks, it rains all night." Shortly after I walked into the classroom, the sky suddenly turned dark, and "the rain is about to come, and the wind fills the building", which makes people feel an indescribable depression. feel. After a while, snowflakes began to float in the air.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and finally, it was like goose feathers flying in the air... The weather was getting colder and colder. Looking at the heavy snowfall and watching my classmates put on their gloves one after another, I could only keep breathing into my palms, rubbing my hands, and praying that the sky would clear up soon.

However, "Heaven does not follow people's wishes." Gradually, everything in the world became covered with silver, but the damn snow was still falling! A layer of mist could not help but appear in my eyes. I kept asking myself: Why are you so careless? How could you forget to wear gloves on such a cold day? It's getting cold now! It would be strange if the snow kept falling and my hands didn't freeze... Just when I was blaming myself and regretting it, a pair of gloves caught my eye.

"Put it on quickly, you're going to get frostbite." I looked up in surprise, and it was my deskmate Xing Keqing. She took off her gloves.

"What about you?" I asked hesitantly. At this moment, I wanted to take over the gloves right away, but at the same time I couldn't help but blame myself: Why are you so selfish? Isn’t Xing Keqing cold? Are you the only one who is afraid of the cold? Xing Keqing seemed to see through my inner contradiction, took my hand, put the glove in my palm, and said, "It's okay, my hands are warm, not cold!" At that moment, Xing Keqing The temperature in Qing's palm suddenly made me feel extremely warm, so warm that I mistakenly thought that spring had arrived.

My nose was sore, and I put on my gloves while holding back the tears that wanted to burst out of my eyes. Xing Keqing smiled knowingly... That incident deeply touched me. At that moment, Xing Keqing's sweet smile will always be engraved in my heart.

Although it is not a so-called "earth-shattering" event for Xing Keqing to give her gloves to me, there are few people who would sacrifice themselves for others like Xing Keqing. I believe that Xing Keqing's actions came from the kindness in her heart. Otherwise, she could just "sweep the snow in front of her own door and not worry about the frost on other people's tiles."

"Giving a rose leaves a lingering fragrance in your hands." A candle does not reduce its brightness by lighting another candle. On the contrary, it becomes more brilliant the moment it is lit! In the long and rich spiritual treasure house of our Chinese nation, helping others is a shining treasure. Xing Keqing's spirit of self-sacrifice for others moved me. From her smile, I read the true meaning of helping others. 7. How to write a composition about a touching thing

A touching thing

In my mind, there are many things that I cannot forget. , among these past events, there is one thing that is touching.

I remember that day, when I was about to go home after sweeping the floor after school, it suddenly started to rain lightly. I thought it would not rain heavily, so I went home in the light rain. When we arrived at the overpass, the rain suddenly started to fall heavily, so I went to take shelter in a small shop at the bottom of the overpass. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Half an hour later, my parents still hadn’t given me an umbrella. I couldn’t wait any longer. I tried to rush home in the rain several times, but not only did I fail, I even got my clothes wet. When the shop owner saw me like this, she smiled at me and said, "Kids, remember to bring an umbrella with you next time you go to school. If you go home in the rain like today, you will get soaked and you will get sick easily. , I will lend you my umbrella now, and you can return it to me when you go to school tomorrow!" When I got home, I realized that my parents had not returned from work.

If the landlady hadn’t lent me an umbrella that day, I might not have been able to get home at 7 o’clock.

The landlady and I are not relatives, but she was able to help me, which really touched me! 8. A touching thing How to write an essay

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, looking out the window boredly, but thinking about the recent business that has been sluggish.

A little girl walked in, her whole face pressed against the window, searching carefully. After a while, she stared at a sapphire necklace in ecstasy. "I want to buy it for my mother. Can you package it more beautifully?" she said.

The shopkeeper looked at the little girl with clear eyes in front of him suspiciously and asked: "How much money do you have?" The little girl immediately took out a small bag from her pocket, opened it carefully, and then spread the money on the On the palm of her hand, she said excitedly: "Can these be okay?" Without waiting for the shop owner's answer, she added: "Today is my mother's birthday, I want to give it to her as a gift. I haven't seen my mother smile in a long time, I believe Mom will definitely like this necklace, and she will definitely smile very beautifully, because the color of the necklace is just like her eyes."

After listening carefully, the shop owner took out the necklace. It was packed in a delicate little box, wrapped in a beautiful red wrapping paper, and tied with a green ribbon. Then he said to the little girl: "Hold it well, be careful."

After that, he patted the little girl on the head, smiled and watched the little girl go home full of joy and jumping up and down. At the end of the day's work, a young mother came into the store. Although her clothes were simple but elegant, she had a pair of big blue eyes. She put the opened gift box on the counter and asked Asked: "Did you buy this necklace from here? How much does it cost?" "The price of the goods in our store is a secret between the seller and the customer."

The mother said: "My daughter only has a few coins. This sapphire necklace is genuine, and she can never afford it." The shop owner smiled with a bright face, gently took the gift box from her mother, carefully rewrapped it, tied it with a ribbon, and put it back on. Handed back to mother's hand.

My mother was stunned. The shop owner said: "She gave a higher price than anyone else, and her filial piety is priceless. What's more, she also gave everything she had saved."

"Thank you." The young mother was in tears. After saying that, she smiled again, and a drop of tear shined in the corner of her eye, crystal clear, like a glass in the heart of sapphire, which contained big, small, red and green things.

That is the recording chip of my ups and downs. Take a small piece out of it at random and insert it into the flow of my memory ------ When I was a child, I was very playful. There is a small river near the school. The water is particularly clear and green.

When summer comes, there are so many fish and shrimps in the river. Especially the big lobster, which is either floating slightly on the water or hidden in the water plants.

The big lobster is very easy to get hooked, and there are two or three at once. Seeing the expressions and joy on the faces of my friends, I felt itchy and joined the shrimp fishing team.

Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on a hole and fell into the river. I was flopping in the water, shouting - a teacher happened to be passing by. He hurriedly ran down the river beach, without taking off his clothes, rushed into the water and dragged me ashore.

I don’t know whether it was because I was frightened by falling into the water, or because I was young and ignorant. When I looked at the soaked teacher, I was not moved. I was still so playful when I was in elementary school. I am tireless during the day, sleep very deeply at night, and often cannot get up in the morning.

In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in my rush. As soon as noon arrived, my stomach naturally began to sing the uncomfortable "empty city plan", and the relished appearance of my classmates made me almost salivate.

Every time at this time, the head teacher would always take out half of the rice in her box and let me share it with me. The strange thing is that the teacher always eats very little, but she always says she is full.

I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I still wasn't moved ------ When I was in middle school, I was faced with an increase in courses and an increase in study load, so I had no choice but to say goodbye to Tan Wan.

I immerse myself in the sea of ??books and immerse myself in the sea of ??topics every day. The teachers also held on very tightly, often with one front leg in and one hind leg out.

I have a strong nature. In order to keep my grades from being too embarrassing, I really never tire of learning or asking questions. Whenever I have time, I ask the teacher for advice.

Sometimes even teachers have to be caught while they are eating. Teachers often put down their jobs immediately and patiently answer my questions while wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

Maybe it was because I was under too much pressure to study, or maybe I was too busy squeezing time. Facing the teacher’s slightly tired face, I was still not moved ------- I was about to take the high school entrance examination, so in order to squeeze in the exams I have to study harder than before to climb that single-plank bridge, and I simply forget to eat and sleep. Once, I actually fell asleep in English class.

What’s surprising is that the teacher is actually beside me, and what’s even more surprising is that she didn’t wake me up.

After class, she just said softly: "You will catch a cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the few strands of bangs blowing in the breeze, in my eyes------the memory wheel stopped turning, My thoughts were brought back to reality, and there was a cool, salty feeling on my face. Is this feeling moved? ! This is touching.

In fact, doesn’t the happiness of life lie in sharing it with others? I remember that there is a beautiful short poem in Rabindranath Tagore's collection of poems: If I owned the sky and the stars, if I owned the world and its immeasurable wealth, I would still have more demands. But I have her, and even if I only have a small corner of this world, I will be content.

Tagore used his philosophical words to express the happiness brought by sharing. If there is no one to share it with, even if you have the whole world, you will still not be satisfied.

And when someone shares it, even if it is just a cup of tea, that cup of tea will become a small piece of happiness and joy. Remember this sentence: Share your pain with friends, and the pain will be reduced by half; share your happiness with friends.

Happiness will become two parts. Hopefully, each of us can learn to share.

Because of sharing, there will be more happiness in life. Let us share the joy of success, the flying mood, the warmth of a candlelight, the romance of a piece of music, the beauty of a flower, and every touch in life... 9. How to write a composition about touching things

If you want to write a touching thing, it must be based on truth. Generally speaking, I prefer flashbacks. I start by writing how the incident made me feel. If you are moved, it is best to use some rhetorical techniques to attract readers and add literary talent. Then start the narrative in the second paragraph. During the narrative process, it is not appropriate to directly write about what happened. You should also write more about the characters in the middle. Demeanor, movements, appearance, language, etc. In fact, even a small thing can show a touching side. For example, when the family is poor and the high school entrance examination is coming, the mother specially buys a big watermelon in order to relieve her children from the summer heat and satisfy their greed. Watching the child eating with relish, the mother smiled and said that she had eaten a piece of watermelon given by the child. However, the child later accidentally saw the mother nibbling on the child's leftover watermelon rind in the kitchen.