One thing that touched me: the sixth grade composition.

In normal study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm ourselves down and think about the future direction. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is something I arranged for you that moved me very much. I hope I can help you.

One thing that moved me: 1 I took a quick look at the car display. Oh, my God! It's already seven twenty-six, and my eyes turn to the window again, and the road is still blocked. The cars on the road are motionless, and the road is like a parking lot. That's it! Now I'm going to be late for school! I couldn't help but look at the time again: twenty-six became twenty-seven. Thin sweat climbed up my forehead.

"Traffic jam again. Otherwise, why don't you try to cross the road alone? " My mother looked back at me with encouragement in her eyes. I nodded and got off. I moved carefully against the guardrail for fear of hitting the car next to me. Finally arrived at the guardrail exit, I'm glad I chose to try it myself. However, another problem has come: you have to cross the road by yourself!

I quickly walked to the middle of the sidewalk, but I looked to one side. Oh, no! When the green light was on the other side, a large number of cars came. Every car was driving so fast that the driver didn't notice me. My heart is about to jump out of my throat. I tried to cross the road, and I backed away in fear. Should I tell my mother that I dare not cross the street? Let me go back to the car ... finally, the train passed and I moved a few steps forward. At this time, on the right, a car came. I just wanted to go back, but to my surprise, the bus stopped.

The window opened and an unknown aunt poked her head out of the car. I froze for a while. Aunt saw me and the bag on my shoulder. Aunt looked at me, smiled kindly at me and made a gesture to go first. Maybe she was afraid I wouldn't understand, so she said to me loudly, "Go first, little friend!" " ! Let's cross the street for the first time. Don't be afraid. You can cross the road along the sidewalk. There are many cars on the road, pay attention to safety. "I nodded hard and said," Aunt, thank you! " Aunt said, "it doesn't matter, this is my courtesy." You are late for school, cross the street quickly! "

I followed my aunt's advice, got up the courage and ran without a car. Just across the street, I looked at where my aunt had just parked. My aunt's car has left, but a warm feeling is scattered around me. ...

Yes! Touching is always around us.

One thing that touches me: There are many things around me that touch me. They are like stars in the sky. They want warm sunshine and cold moon. They remind me all the time. When I think about everything, I burst into tears, or laugh, or sigh again and again.

Time flies, I'm a fifth-grade pupil. But what happened a few years ago is still fresh in my memory. This matter has long been forgotten and happened in my hometown. Grandpa was still young at that time. He takes me to the grass not far from home every day. On Saturday afternoon, grandpa and I played there. However, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. Grandpa took off his coat and put it on me, picked me up and ran home. I asked grandpa; "Grandpa, aren't you cold? Don't catch a cold in such a heavy rain! " Grandpa said with a smile; "No, I caught a cold and didn't let my little granddaughter infect me." Suddenly, a warm current passed through my heart, and my body was warm. I said; "Grandpa, don't get wet, I won't let grandpa get wet;" Grandpa went over and said; "Ah, it's very kind of my granddaughter to know how to care about others. Grandpa is not cold and will go home soon. " When I got home, my grandfather and I were soaked to the skin. I took a hot bath quickly. In order to prevent this from happening again, we take an umbrella with us every time we go out, so that we won't be caught in the rain. But we don't know that grandpa's life has reached the limit, but our life is still so happy and warm.

One Thursday afternoon, my grandfather died of illness. I'm so sad, so sad. I recall my grandfather's kind smiling face, gentle words, and the dribs and drabs I spent with him. I couldn't help crying. I burst into tears. In an instant, the sky thundered and it was raining cats and dogs, as if God was also sad for my loss. I looked at the sky as if I saw a light, and then a cloud. Like grandpa's face, grandpa's kind face, grandpa's gentle face, tears swirling in her eyes, quietly caressing her cheeks. I miss grandpa so much that I want him to play on the grass with me again. I burst into tears and quietly wiped it off ... People say that maternal love is the greatest, but I want to say that grandpa is even greater to me.

One thing that moved me: every time I heard the news: a driver in XX hit a pedestrian because of XX ... I always thought disapprovingly: Wow, as long as you have eyes, nothing will happen. How can there be such a high accident probability under the sun? I didn't expect ... it was a dark night in a month, and I was riding my bike on the road in the community. After playing enough, I decided to go home. At the last intersection, when I was preparing to cross the bridge deck of the community, my head suddenly became hot. I don't know where this idea came from. I will cross the last intersection as fast as I can. Who knows that when it was only 5 meters away from the intersection, I suddenly saw a car light shining on the ground, and my heart was cold. I feel that light stuck in my heart like a sharp knife. I want to brake suddenly, but I can't stop it. I fell to the ground after my wheels and headlights were in close contact. At that moment, I felt so helpless that everything around me was eclipsed.

It was a young woman who got off the bus. She has long hair and is tall. She asked me, "What's the matter? Is there anything wrong? " I said, "My arm hurts a little." It turned out that when I fell, my arm was bruised and I bled a lot. She said, "Do you want to go to the hospital?" I said, "No, just take some medicine." Without saying anything, she took me to the nearest clinic in Shuidu Community in the south of the Yangtze River to help me clean the wound. After being busy, she worked very hard. When she did this, I was too moved to speak. After that, she sent me home to apologize to my mother. Mother saw that she was sincere and didn't say anything.

I think this matter should come to an end. But in the next few days, she often came to see me and brought some fruit. Every time she comes, she asks with concern, "Is your arm better?" Sometimes she would say to herself, "If I had driven slowly that day, maybe you wouldn't have been hurt." Eyes full of guilt and love. In fact, I think it has something to do with my riding too fast, but she put all the responsibility on herself-I was moved by her again.

Two years have passed, and the figure of that aunt is gradually blurred in my memory. However, her responsible attitude afterwards, her bold behavior and her gentle voice will always be engraved on my hard disk. ...

One thing that moved me: when it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather, and there is one thing that touched me the most.

It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. The sky outside the window suddenly darkened and it began to rain in Mao Mao. But who would have thought that after school at noon, the drizzle has gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood is as dark as the sky. What shall we do? What shall we do? I didn't bring my umbrella, and I didn't tell my family to pick me up. I looked at the sky, and the rain couldn't stop for a while. My parents are still at work, my grandparents are in poor health and I have no money. I am in a really bad mood. I really envy watching my classmates walk out of school one by one. Just then, a kind voice came into my ear, "Qing!" I turned around and said, "Grandpa!" I cried excitedly and saw my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found my seat wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself. Please don't take me by bike. This road is slippery. " Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike alone, let alone ride a bike with me in the rain. Grandpa quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. I don't trust you to go back in rainy days. Let's go, it will rain even harder in the future! " "I had to agree. Finally, when I got home, my grandfather was covered in water. Grandma quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, "nothing, the umbrella on the road is broken." I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet. i am going to take a bath. "As soon as Grandpa turned into the bathroom, tears welled up in my eyes.

I will never forget this incident, and let me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him.

A thing that touched me: a thing that touched me opened the floodgate of memory, and the past came to my mind like a river. A clear picture came to my mind. What impressed me the most was that incident ... I remember that in the third grade, I had a bad habit of reading extracurricular books while doing my homework. My mother has advised me many times, but I am like an addict, and I can't get rid of this bad habit. That night, I was doing my homework, and soon, I became addicted to books again. The desire to read books is getting stronger and stronger. My heart itches like a thousand bugs crawling and biting. The two little people in my mind are arguing fiercely: "read!" " Read a book! What a beautiful color book! It doesn't matter if you watch it for a while anyway! "The other side rightfully retorted," You can't look! You should do your homework now! Have you no self-discipline? " "Look!" "Don't look!" "Look! "... finally, the desire to read prevailed. I quietly opened a book. Wonderful story, tortuous plot, classic dialogue ... I was so fascinated that I forgot my homework and time. Suddenly, with a bang, the door was opened and my mother came in with a blue face without saying anything. Just listen to "wow! Hey! " A few times, the broken pages fluttered up and down like butterflies. I cried sadly. In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard "Cha! Hey! "Strange voice. I walked out of the room gently, and the cold air made me shiver.

I pushed the door of my mother's room open a crack. Oh, mom is sitting at the table, mending the broken book with tape. Tired as she was during the day, she was still mending torn pages page by page. How difficult it is! There is also a note on the table. I saw the first five words clearly, "Daughter, I'm sorry ..." I couldn't help myself any longer, and tears welled up in my eyes. The sound of my mother tearing books and tapes has been echoing in my ears, and the figure under the lamp has been clearly left in my mind. "Cha! Tea ... "Motherly love is diverse, tender as water, subtle care, loving smile, tolerant mind ... There are thousands of mothers in the world, and each mother has her own unique love for her children. My mother, with her strict and kind love, propped up a warm sky for me.

One thing that moved me very much was that time passed so quickly, like running water, many memories faded in my mind with the disappearance of days. But there is one thing that has impressed me so far-deep maternal love.

I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, on a sunny morning, I went to school with my bag on my back. My mother called me and handed me an umbrella and said, "Rao, 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? Mom has done so much. I dropped my umbrella and ran to school.

At noon, when school was over, suddenly the sky was overcast, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, followed by a sudden downpour and strong wind. All the students with rain gear went home, and the other students were picked up by their parents. Dad is on a business trip. It happens that my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I personally stood under the porch of the school gate, watching the pouring rain, hungry and hungry, and couldn't help crying, regretting that I had not listened to my mother and left my umbrella.

Just as I cried helplessly, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother was pale and struggled feebly towards me.

"Yaoyao, come here quickly," my mother said, putting the whole umbrella 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. ...

Holding up an umbrella for a day, my mother's love umbrella gave 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. ...

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The little author wrote something that touched him the most, which made him regret it, but also made the little author understand the greatness and warmth of maternal love. What a blessing!

I remember it was a cold winter. I was ill in hospital and couldn't go to school. It was only two weeks before my sophomore final exam, but my illness didn't get better. I was anxious, thinking, how can I make up for the classes that have been missed for so many days?

Miss Zhou is my Chinese teacher. On the first day after I left the hospital, she came to see me at my house and promised to help me make up lessons every night.

One day, the whistling north wind was blowing violently, thunder rumbled in my ears, and light snow fell in the sky bit by bit. I looked straight out of the window from my room, but I didn't see the shadow of Miss Zhou. I thought to myself: Miss Zhou will definitely not come, so I went into the house in disappointment. Suddenly, there was a familiar knock at the door. It turns out that Miss Zhou is here. Her face was flushed with cold and there were some snowflakes on her head. I quickly asked the teacher to go home, and my eyes blurred.

In the next ten days, whether it is snowy or rainy, no matter how cold it is, Mr. Zhou will come to help me make up lessons on time. When I got home, Mr. Zhou first told me the new knowledge I learned that day, and then explained in detail what I didn't understand until I understood it. I am very moved to see that Teacher Zhou is so serious. Therefore, I also study harder. I can't live up to Miss Zhou's hard work!

After the final exam, I found that my grades were "excellent" and I couldn't help crying. How much effort Mr. Zhou has put into it! So, I went to the office to thank the teacher and found that the teacher was absorbed in reading, with a bowl of hot Chinese medicine next to him. Seeing this, I couldn't help crying. I wrote a note to the teacher on the windowsill and gave her a piece of chocolate as a token of my heart.

Although Miss Zhou doesn't teach me now, her' appearance' is imprinted in my heart, just like a mirror, which illuminates my shortcomings and always urges me to forge ahead.

One thing that touched me in my life, many things touched me, but there is one thing that I can't forget for a long time.

On a clear Saturday in Wan Li, I went to my grandmother's house for dinner. After lunch, the weather changed like a doll's face It was clear and sunny in Wan Li just now. Now, there is a strong wind, dark clouds are gathering, and the wind is like a tiger whistling, blowing straight at the trees and blowing the leaves down like running water. Dad led me home, and the sand came at us head-on, blew into our eyes and was almost swallowed up by the wind and sand. I walked with difficulty, thinking: What kind of weather is this? Really, it's cold! Suddenly, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and I wanted to sprinkle it on the earth like an embroidery needle.

At this moment, I saw a group of little boys holding two puppies. They grabbed the puppy's front foot and swayed in the air. The puppy screamed with fear. The bitch heard the child's heartbreaking howl and ran to the puppy like a gust of wind. She shouted at the little boys, her face and eyes filled with anger, trying to scare him. The boys opened their mouths and made faces with their eyes up. Bitches are afraid that they will bully the puppies again, so they should stay in front of the puppies and keep them away. But they picked up things and threw them at the bitch. The bitch blocked two puppies with her back, like a shield, but she fell to the ground and couldn't stand up anymore.

At this time, the wind is blowing harder and harder, and the dog mother thinks that the child is still in the wind and rain, struggling to get up. I saw two puppies shivering with cold and huddled together. Bitch endured the pain, limped to the front of the puppy and let it lie on her body, shivering with cold like a windshield. My mouth twitched, my upper teeth bit my lower lip, and the tears in my eyes swirled, like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, sweet and sour. I thought: how great a mother's love is!

Motherly love is great and selfless, so are animals. A mother is like a shield, suffering for her children; Motherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering children from the wind and rain; Motherly love is like an angel, always guarding the children. I can't forget that touching scene for a long time. My parents have given me meticulous care, and I want to love them as much as they love me, so that they can feel the return of love.

What moves me is that moving is a wonderful poem and moving is a beautiful painting. Moved to let us feel a lot of happiness and joy! In life, we are often moved by all kinds of people and things. One thing left a deep impression on me.

It was an afternoon when I came home from school. Grandpa asked me to go to the Woods behind the house to see if there were any birds in his bird net. This is a dense forest. There are many lovely animals and birds living here. Grandpa often casts a net to catch birds here. I followed grandpa's orders and came to the forest where grandpa cast his net. I heard a few birds chirping anxiously in the distance, and I knew there must be a bird trapped in grandpa's bird net. I looked at the first four bird nets in a row, but there were no birds. I wonder: did the last net catch several birds at once? Looking closer, it turned out to be a lovely and beautiful bird that was born only a few months ago and was caught in the net. There are two big birds outside the net, which should be the parents of the birds. They are so anxious that they try their best to peck at the bird net again and again, trying to save the birds. Although they failed again and again, they still persisted and did not give up. Birds are accompanied by their parents, without the fear I imagined. I think it must believe that its parents will save it.

Looking at these three birds, I was deeply moved. I think of my parents. If it is a life-threatening person like me, how anxious and sad my parents who love me deeply should be! Aren't all birds the same? So, I quickly released the birds in the net. The family of three called me a few times gratefully, and then flew away singing happily. When I got home, I described the touching scene to my grandfather and told him never to catch birds again. Grandpa was also very moved and nodded heavily. I am very happy! That night, I also had a dream that a large group of beautiful birds were holding a celebration party!

Since then, I have always had a strong desire in my heart: I hope that each of us can consciously care for birds and let them live happily on this earth like us!

One thing that touched me: the sixth grade composition 10 is here. What I record is not my own things, but what touches me the most. Perhaps, for me, there are too many things that move me. Yes, this is another thing … I accidentally saw it when I was watching TV when I got home. The vibration is so great that I can't help it. I hit the keyboard again and recorded it bit by bit.

This is an unexpected situation in CCTV's Happy Dictionary: two competitors have reached the finish line at the same time. They all came full of dreams, so they all stood firmly on the stage, calmly and calmly ... both of them walked carefully in answering rounds of questions. Soon, one of the young people realized his five dreams with his rich knowledge and calm mind, and then stood quietly watching the performance of another young man from Inner Mongolia ... This young man from the west had a dream, so he used his wisdom to win medicine for his seriously ill father ... This filial piety made him step by step to the present ... Perhaps the excitement is hard to calm down, perhaps the daily knowledge is difficult to apply. Yes, which son can allow himself not to be filial to his parents because of his own mistakes?

Just as he was about to leave the stage full of frustration and regret, another young man said, "I want to change one of my dreams, because I think someone needs it more than me!" " "And he reached out to the dream of the young man in Inner Mongolia, and then solemnly handed it to him. These two people gave up all the competition on the stage and embraced each other like brothers ... The audience applauded and I burst into tears in front of the TV ... Who said that human nature would gradually disappear in the increasingly competitive contemporary society; Who said that interests will always stand in front of warmth to show off; Who says there are fewer and fewer things that can make us cry in today's times? I once again witnessed the beauty of human nature and the warmth of society with my clear eyes ... These two people who have touched me for a long time, I want to remember their names forever: Miao Ke, who pays equal attention to kindness and wisdom, and another young man in Inner Mongolia who witnessed the beauty and enjoyed the warmth with us-Lang Jie. As a young man of their time, I am moved and proud of it!

One thing that moved me was that I acted quickly on my way home. My tired body keeps me from taking care of the scenery on the street. My disappointed stomach is already growling, protesting and telling its dissatisfaction.

Everything around me hurried by under my meteoric stride. When I was approaching the traffic lights, I saw the yellow lights flashing with dazzling light, but I sped up and rushed forward. I just rushed to the beginning of the zebra crossing, and the red light was on, but no car passed. I suddenly hesitated, and my thoughts were struggling fiercely. Whether to go or not is not illegal. If you don't go, you have to wait for the green light on an empty stomach. After a moment's hesitation, hunger finally prevailed over reason. Just want to run a red light, suddenly, a kind voice sounded behind him: "classmate, please wait a moment ..."

Unconsciously, I turned around and saw an elderly, smiling old lady looking at me one meter away. I think she called me just now. I asked him with a puzzled and impatient expression, "What's the matter?" She smiled without a word, just raised her weather-beaten hand, kindly pointed to the traffic lights hanging at the intersection, and then waved. What a simple action and a kind reminder. I can't help but sigh from the bottom of my heart. Her expression makes people feel kind and won't make you feel embarrassed. She achieved her goal-not letting me run the red light.

I smiled shyly at her, scratched my head and shrugged my shoulders, feeling very helpless. It was this brief glance that made me feel the omnipresent kindness and simple love and reminder. She walked up to me with steady steps, patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Oh, it's a green light. Go home for dinner quickly. Don't delay, but remember not to run the red light again! " She waved to me and looked at me until she disappeared from her sight ...

Touched, everywhere, the kindness of the old lady is so simple and pure, just to reduce an unnecessary traffic accident and unnecessary casualties. Touching is an extremely simple but heartfelt feeling, and it is the greatest transmission of love …