This incident touched me, and I wrote ten articles on it.

There are many things that move me in my life. They are like beautiful shells in my memory, and one of them is the brightest and most touching. The following are ten essays that I sorted out for you and moved me to become a topic. Welcome to read and adopt. I hope you like it!

This incident prompted me to write a model essay on this topic.

There are so many things like sand in the world, but there is only one that moves me most.

One day at noon. I watered the flowers on the balcony as usual. Just as I was about to leave after watering, suddenly a piece of sesame-sized soil was pushed up by something. I put the watering can on the ground and looked at the potted flower carefully. I saw some ants slowly pushing away the wet soil and climbing up. I think: they must be leaving this "swamp", but the reality is just the opposite. Those ants who escaped not only didn't escape, but also rescued their companions. One, two, three ... more and more ants are saved. The rescued ants seemed to say, "Thank you, without you, I might have suffocated in the soil, thank you!" "

At this moment, I was shocked! The little ant actually chose to save his companion between life and death. Not only human beings have true feelings, but also animals have true feelings. They did unexpected things that even we humans could not do, but ants the size of sesame did. Their spirit of self-sacrifice is worth learning.

This incident moved me to become a topic composition model essay II.

Skating in the station some time ago, I fell and my right hand was swollen. I went to the hospital to take an X-ray, and then I went to the old director for examination. The old director said it was joint soft tissue contusion. You need to apply some medicine and rest for a week or two before you get better.

The next day, I came to school and felt particularly painful. Look at my right wrist. It's swollen than yesterday, so I dare not move. But when I sit in my seat, I have to move my right hand. Every time you move, your wrist feels like a needle.

After sitting down, I have to hand in my Chinese and math homework. I first put my right hand on the table and put my left hand back, trying to keep my body still, but my left hand is not used often and I can't reach it back. I'm anxious. Then, a classmate asked, "What's the matter with you?" I said, "My right hand hurts." She helped me take out my homework from my schoolbag and handed it to the group leader. I said, "Thank you." A colleague in front said calmly, "Teng Jianling, let me bring you a red scarf." I looked down at my chest. Ah, I really didn't bring a red scarf and said, "Thank you so much!" " Someone helped me pack breakfast, and someone helped me take notes in class ... you helped me a lot when my hands were still. Now I want to say to my classmates, "Thank you!" "

Whenever a classmate helps me, I feel particularly warm in my heart.

This incident moved me and became a topic composition model essay III.

Grandpa ranks first in our family because one thing moved me.

Last time I called my grandfather and said, "Grandpa! I want to eat your own' giggle chicken'! I want to eat! " I don't think grandpa will come this far at night. But when I got up early in the morning, I heard my grandfather shouting, "Get up, little darling!" " "I was distracted, looked at the parents on both sides and went out. Grandpa shouted again, "Don't move, little darling. "I calmed down, too, and then I saw my grandfather sweating on the sofa.

It turned out that grandpa took the bus for more than an hour, and then walked to my home from the station, with clucking chicken, small vegetables and soybeans beside him ... I ran to hug grandpa and smiled.

I wash my face, brush my teeth and have a big breakfast. Finding grandpa waiting for me at the door, I was moved to say, "Long live grandpa!" " Long live grandpa! "We talked and laughed all the way. I helped grandpa solve this problem, and grandpa asked me to guess this riddle. When I got to school, I said goodbye to my grandfather happily.

I was moved to tears when I thought of the delicious food brought by my grandfather. Grandpa, I love you!

This incident prompted me to write a model essay on this topic.

Sometimes, a small act of kindness, a seemingly trivial thing, will also bring warmth and happiness to others. Once an aunt lifted a finger, which is unforgettable and touching to me.

It was a cold winter morning, and my mother and I were on our way to school by Xiao Lv (electric car). I was holding a shaky tent in one hand and a yellow hat in the other, for fear that these two treasures would fall. "Bao, recite the spelling of crayons." "c-r, ah! The little yellow hat fell off, alas, what a pity! " At this moment, a gust of wind blew and my yellow hat was blown into the middle of the road. I'm about to cry. "Go down and get it back." Mom suggested it. But it was rush hour, and there were too many cars on the road, which made us very worried. Just as my mother and I were in a hurry, an aunt with black glasses and ponytail crossed the traffic and walked quickly to the middle of the road. She bent down to pick up my little yellow hat and came to me with a smile. "Little friend, put on your yellow hat." I quickly took it and said, "Thank you, Aunt." "You're welcome." Aunt said and turned and left. Looking at her distant back, my heart is warm.

Although this matter has passed for a long time, every time I think of this aunt, I will be moved. Isn't the beauty of this world made up of one kind heart after another? As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.

This incident prompted me to write a model essay on theme five.

Some time ago, TV newspapers rushed to report an incident, which caused controversy and comments. But this incident finally moved me. What happened? Let me tell you something.

An old man surnamed Jiang was lying on the road for no reason. When the three boys saw it, they immediately stepped forward to help the old man, but the old man grabbed the first boy who helped him, saying that the boy bumped into her while playing, causing her to fall to the ground and be seriously injured. The newspaper and the news reported it, and they were arguing whether it was a courageous act or a boy's doing it. The little boy was also very sad and insisted that he didn't hit the old man. Later, after investigation by the police and the media, witnesses testified that the old man fell down first, and then several little boys came forward to do good deeds. The fact is that the boy did a good deed, and the old man was finally accused by everyone.

At this time, things have come out. The reporter came to the little boy's house again and told him the truth. The little boy smiled happily. Finally, the reporter asked the little boy a question: "It was obvious that he was brave, but the old man said that you hit him, which made you very sad. Then, if something similar happens next time and an old man falls, will you help him? " The little boy said without hesitation, "Yes." The reporter was shocked and continued to ask him: "Why?" The little boy said, "That's because I want to learn the spirit of Lei Feng. My father has always taught me to do good deeds and be a kind person. "

I was touched by what the little boy said. I thought such a thing was a blow to him, and I never wanted to do good again, so as not to be misunderstood and falsely accused by others, but the little boy showed me his kind side. In fact, we don't lack anything now. What we lack is mutual trust and a kind heart.

This incident touched me and became a topic composition model essay six.

Opening the floodgate of memory, there is always one thing that moved me for a long time.

I remember that on May 6th, the weather was fine, and my mother organized my classmates to have a barbecue at Moushan Lake Fishing Center.

We happily came to the barbecue area and started to barbecue in groups. I am with Wu Peiyun. Get the ingredients first. Just as we were about to go out, I saw Zhou Jieyu stirring watermelons with a spoon. I greeted him curiously and asked, "Zhou Jieyu, what are you doing?" "Make' artificial watermelon juice'." Zhou Jieyu explained to me that I nodded and continued to be picky eaters with Wu Peiyun.

Time goes by, and the barbecue is almost ready. I am tired and thirsty at this time, but I have finished drinking the water in my cup in the car, and I can't drink any drinks on the table. What should I do?

Just then, Zhou Jieyu carefully put a big bowl of watermelon juice in front of me and said, "This is for you to drink."

"Give it to me? You finally made it yourself, drink it yourself! " I said, and pushed the bowl of watermelon juice back to Zhou Jieyu.

As if in a hurry, Zhou Jieyu put watermelon juice on the table and said, "Good things should be shared together. Besides, didn't I eat your barbecue? "

After listening to these words, I picked up watermelon juice again and drank it with relish. I think this watermelon juice is sweeter than before, because it is not only a bowl of watermelon juice, but also a deep friendship and full of emotion.

This incident moved me to become a topic composition model essay seven.

In my memory, with the passage of time, many things have been forgotten. However, only one thing left a deep impression on me.

One day after school, I came home feeling a little groggy and didn't want to move. Then I got into bed and fell asleep soon.

"Yus, what's the matter with you?" I opened my eyes in a daze and saw my mother standing in front of my bed, staring at me with wide eyes. I said, "I'm a little dizzy." Hearing this, my mother reached out and touched my forehead. Feeling that I had a fever, she helped me out of the door, stopped a tricycle and went to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother signed me up and took me to see a doctor at once. The doctor took my temperature and said, "You have a fever. Nothing serious. I'll bring you some medicine home, and it will be fine in one day. "

When I got home, my mother poured me water and gave me medicine. But as soon as the pills were delivered to my mouth, I vomited. My mother saw me in such pain and said to me, "If you can't eat any more, just throw up." I saw that my mother was worried about me, but I swallowed it hard. Who knows, once swallowed, I feel sick. I spit it out with a "wow", and the sheets on the bed were covered with water. My mother grabbed a towel and cleaned it quickly.

Next morning, when I woke up, I found my mother's eyes were black. Finally, I learned that my mother stayed up all night and stayed in front of my bed until I woke up.

Thinking of my mother working so hard for me, my nose hurts and I can't help crying.

This incident moved me to become a topic composition model essay eight.

Every time I look at my mother's gentle eyes, I can't help thinking of a warm scene.

It was a morning. During the break, I occasionally glance at the class schedule and find that the next class is math, so I subconsciously go to my schoolbag to get my math book. As a result, I turned my schoolbag upside down, but there was no trace of my math book. It is broken. I went out in a hurry in the morning and left my math book by the bed ... I couldn't help but get flustered, as anxious as ants on hot bricks! what can I do? You can't go to class without books. Well, it's not too late for your family to see them off. Yes! Call mom at once! "Mom, you are quick to send my math book to the bed!" The mother at the other end of the phone had a low voice: "Yi Ru, I'm still in a meeting! It will be over in half an hour ... "However, I am impatient and can't take care of so much. I shouted into the phone:" I don't care, if there is no book in math class, I will be scolded! " "Du ..." Mom said nothing and hung up the phone. I don't know what to do at the other end of the phone, and my heart is like a huge piece of ice. It is really cold!

Another class passed and mom didn't come. I was on pins and needles. I am desperate! Mom must be busy at work and can't send me books. My heart is full of troubles. Why can't I be more careful and take all my books with me before I go out? But I didn't give up, ran to the corridor and craned my neck to look at the school gate. One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... Time is running out, and class will begin soon. It seems that mom really won't come. I sighed and turned back to the classroom in disappointment. Just then, I saw a familiar figure in the distance, riding a bicycle and rushing to the school gate. That's mom! I was ecstatic and ran to meet him.

As soon as my mother parked her bike, I couldn't wait to urge her: "Come on, give me the book!" " "Mom looked at me and said nothing but smiled at me and handed me the math book.

"Why are you so slow? There are still 5 minutes to go to class! " I can't help complaining. I was just about to say a few more words. Looking up, I saw my mother's forehead covered with thick sweat. Because of the rush on the road, she gasped and her face flushed, which was so incongruous with her beautiful professional clothes. Yes, my mother came home from work to help me get my books, and then sent them from home to school. Time is so tight, how anxious she is! Looking at my mother's gentle eyes, and then feeling my mother's violent heartbeat at close range, I felt a burst of remorse and guilt in my heart. At that moment, my nose was sour, tears welled up in my eyes and I threw myself into my mother's arms.

This incident really touched me.

This incident touched me and became a topic composition model essay nine.

Time is like running water, gone forever. In a blink of an eye, I am already a big boy, but this incident often appears in front of my eyes, and I will never forget the scene.

This happened when I was three years old. It was noon in summer. The scorching sun scorched the earth, and people were breathless with it. I was playing in the living room wearing only a pair of shorts, but I was still sweating. At this time, dad said firmly, "son, dad took you swimming today to cool you down in the water." I am dancing with joy.

After a long journey of more than ten minutes, we finally came to the long-awaited swimming pool. How crowded the swimming pool is! Male, female, old, young. Some of them, like fish, sometimes emerge from the water and look around, and sometimes dive into the water to swim around; Some are like wood, sometimes standing upright in the middle of the water and sometimes floating across the water; Some jump out of the water like dolphins, sometimes laugh loudly, sometimes dive into the water and splash ... I can't wait to run to the locker room, put on my swimsuit, get into the swimming ring, run into the children's play pool and swim slowly in the water like a mud duck. I saw that they swam with ease and their postures were changeable, and I was envious. I learned what they looked like when I was swimming. As a result, the swimming ring floated away and I plunged into the bottom of the water. Just then, my father saw it, jumped into the water with lightning speed, and fished me out of the water to the shore. A beautiful spray appeared in front of people, and people turned their eyes to my father. Everyone is talking noisily. Someone said, "This is the most beautiful splash we have ever seen!" Someone said, "This man is really agile." Others said ......

Listening to people's comments, I turned around and saw that my father had become a drowned rat. It turned out that dad didn't take off the mobile phone hanging around his waist, nor did he come over to change the shirt he was wearing ... At this time, I felt that dad was God, my patron saint.

Although it happened in an instant, it is still vivid, just like it happened yesterday. I am proud to have such a father.

This incident touched not only everyone present, but also me.

This incident prompted me to write a model essay on this topic.

This happened when I was seven years old. It left a deep impression on me and I will never forget it.

One night, when I was sleeping, I felt cold and woke up. The first feeling of waking up is that I feel very uncomfortable, my feet are shaking with cold and my face is purple. I reached out and touched my head, which was very hot. I feel horrible. Look at the quilt. I was kicked to the ground. I quickly put on my coat and walked to my parents' door with drunken steps. Look up at night 12 and listen to the sound of family sleeping. I thought to myself: It's so late, will it disturb their rest? But I just feel colder and colder, and my head is getting hotter and hotter. My hand touched the door first, hesitated, suddenly pushed it open and vaguely said, "Mom and Dad, I'm not ... uncomfortable." Hearing this, my parents got up at once and turned on the light to see my situation. "No, I must have a fever." Mother said anxiously, "Next time, you must tell your family quickly." After my father put me to bed, I trotted to find medicine and antipyretic. My mother quickly brought me a glass of water, while letting me drink water, rubbing my feet to warm me up as soon as possible. "Mom, I mostly come from fun places to disturb your sleep. Are you angry? " I'm embarrassed to say it. "No, dear, you are ill. Dad and I should take good care of you. " She looked for a thermometer in the box as she spoke. Suddenly my mother stopped, as if she suddenly remembered something, "There is no fever at home." She cried, her eyes puzzled. Dad took a dress without saying anything. "I bought it." The words sound just fell and people have disappeared. My mother is very busy. While telling me stories, she used a wet towel instead of a fever stick to cool me down. Her beautiful hair has become unkempt like a lion's head. At this time, the father who bought the medicine came back. He was so sweaty that he didn't even come and take off his coat. He posted a fever patch for me and gave me medicine to drink ... After everything was settled, my mother whispered in my ear, "Go to sleep, or I will be tired when I get up tomorrow." When I turned off the lights, my parents stayed by my side all the time, like two guards. One rubbed my feet and the other fanned me to cool down. I can even hear their breathing. I feel how much they love me.

"But how much love there is in every inch of grass, I get three rays of spring", which makes me very moved. I learned to be grateful and love.

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