Instantaneous moving composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone has written a composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my instant touching composition. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Instantly moved by composition 1 Seeing grandpa dragging his tired body downstairs, I was touched by something in my heart, a little ashamed and even more moved.

It was during the summer vacation and the weather was very sultry. I am relaxing on the sofa, blowing air conditioning and eating fruit. "Waste collection-",there was a long cry from downstairs, which broke the peace I was enjoying. What a nuisance! But I remembered the pile of waste paper that grandma asked me to help sell. I had to bite my teeth and barely greeted the old man downstairs: "Grandpa, I have several piles of waste paper here. Come here. "

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw the face I didn't like the most, with sunken eyes, flat nose, thick lips, knife-like wrinkles on dark skin, many patches on clothes and shoes with broken soles-in short, it was not flattering at all.

I handed the waste paper lazily, only to see him take out a portable scale and weigh it skillfully. "Eight dollars and five cents." His voice seems to come from his throat, which is very uncomfortable. He rummaged through his pockets and handed out the money.

I took the money and turned to leave, but he stopped me again. "Wait a minute, little friend!" "I looked back impatiently and saw a five-dollar bill lying quietly in his hand. He smiled, his eyes narrowed into a crack, his face was wrinkled like a blooming chrysanthemum, and his thick lips bent upward, vaguely cracked. He raised his hand and wiped his sweat. "Well, it's really hot. Here you are, little friend. Go buy a popsicle. "When I heard him say this, I stammered," No, that's all right. "He frowned and then smiled brightly." Take it, you are still young, study hard at this time, and the future will be the pillar of the motherland! "Say that finish, put the money into my hand, dragging the creaking boss car, dragging the tired body to continue shouting in the community under the scorching sun:

"Selling secondhand goods-"

At that time, I thought those shouts and his appearance were not annoying at all. I'm a little ashamed and moved.

Instantly moving composition 2 Autumn is a little thick, when the light of life takes away the last soul of the leaves. It has no regrets about this short journey. It floated down faintly. This is a funeral and gratitude for leaving.

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It has entered the late autumn, the weather is cool, and there are some sporadic dewdrops on the grass leaves in the morning. People who long for warmth and beauty have moved away, and even the animals living here have prepared enough food for the long dream of blooming in spring.

I stared at the tree on the river bank, which read vicissitudes of life. For a moment, I felt that time had forgotten.

The wind of exploration here quietly passed by, and a few yellow leaves fell down, and they danced silently with the dance. I wonder if anyone has observed that every leaf always dances up and down when it falls, just like its contradictory heart. It is very reluctant to give up this world. It decided, and slowly threw it on the root, without any worries. It only takes 7 seconds for a leaf to fall to the ground.

It kissed the root of the tree and the mother who raised it.

The sun shone on the surrounding sand and stirred up some dust, trying to hold a simple funeral for it. It must be good to say "fallen leaves return to their roots". I was very moved when it landed without regrets.

The spirit of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers" touched me. So is Ye. What about us? How many people benefit us on weekdays, do we feel it? Even though we are aware of this, have we taken action?

When life comes to an end, fallen leaves choose to provide nutrition for their roots with their bodies and contribute new life in the warm sunshine in the coming year. Its life is short, but it is very valuable.

The scene of fallen leaves returning to their roots lingered in my mind for a long time, that touching moment.

Long leaves and fallen leaves just follow the natural track, and some people think so. However, the creator does not create anything for no reason. Aren't we as good as fallen leaves in some ways?

I still remember that when I was in the third grade, the school arranged a very special class for the directly promoted class.

The content of the course is how to learn to help and accept people who are different from themselves. We went to Aide sanatorium in Bali, where there were all kinds of patients. I felt very uneasy when I first stepped in, because everyone looked very strange and almost had no sound body. I was afraid to contact them at all, and I even ran away. On second thought, I was really ignorant at that time. My behavior must have hurt them.

However, at that time, I saw my best friend. She bravely ran to play with them and talk to them. At that moment, my heart was inexplicably moved! I also want to care for them with an open mind like her. Although their behavior makes me at a loss, I will try to break through the wall of fear in my heart.

Later, I went to the old people's area first. An old man suddenly shook my hand and began to tell his sad story. With that, he picked up the harmonica and played it. I saw sadness in his eyes. I knew he needed someone to care about him. He longed for someone to listen to him and share with him.

Unexpectedly, my insignificant action can fill his loneliness and warm his heart. I'm really touched! I always thought they could learn from us, but I was wrong. I got a lot from them! I want to spread my love to those in need and make the whole world full of love.

Touched, what is touched? It is like a composition question, and there is no fixed answer. A moment's touch will often be printed in your heart, and you will not easily forget the feeling of that moment.

In real life, different things happen every day: some things are joyful, some things are proud, some things are heartbreaking ... they are like different pearls with different colors. They are strung into a beautiful pearl necklace, but some things can move people and make them cry. ......

I remember an accidental opportunity. I once saw such a touching news on the Internet: In the 2008 Wenchuan earthquake, rescuers found a woman under a collapsed house. Unfortunately, she is not breathing. She was crushed to death by the collapsed beam. When the rescuers were about to walk to the next collapsed house, suddenly someone shouted: Come back soon! ! Come back! ! So they went back to the woman's body and accidentally found a baby hidden under her body.

Rescuers cleaned up the ruins of the woman and carefully carried the baby out. I found a mobile phone in the red quilt with my baby in my arms. A message was written on the mobile phone: "Dear Baby: If you can live, you must remember that I love you." Everyone who saw the news cried! The baby is about three or four months old and is protected by the mother's body without any injury.

I was shocked when I saw this news, and I was deeply shocked by the selflessness and greatness of this mother. My young heart was deeply infected by her. My heart seems to be pulled by a big hand, which is very uncomfortable. At that moment, my eyes were blurred by tears, and I was moved by her. ......

Everyone has experienced many things, like shells on the beach, which are countless. Some touched you; Some make you happy; Some make you angry; Some make you sad; Some surprises you ... These memories are always with you, making you feel the joys and sorrows of the world. One thing has always stayed in my memory, which makes me very moved.

It is said that the weather in June is like a child's face, which changes as soon as it changes. No, just a few minutes later, the clear sky darkened, and the sun seemed to be blocked by a black cloth, with no light. Rain, rain, it's so cold. Pedestrians on the road made no noise, only vaguely heard the sound of umbrellas and accelerated footsteps. I was walking alone on the road with an umbrella, and I was about to throw half my ham into the garbage. Suddenly, a puppy jumped out of the roadside. That is a light brown stray dog. Dark, unkempt hair covered with mud, it is staggered, only skin and bones. It struggled to scratch the stinking garbage dump with its claws, and soon, the garbage dump was almost turned upside down by it. The stray dog has been soaked by the rain, but it still hasn't given up and continues to rummage. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I threw my half ham in front of it. It froze for a moment at first, then barked twice, took a bite of ham and ran to a corner. I couldn't restrain my curiosity and followed me quietly. I saw a scene that moved me-a black puppy with a missing right front leg lying in the corner, and the same skinny puppy was watching the stray dog run past with eager eyes. The stray dog put the sausage in his mouth in front of the black puppy, and the puppy wolfed it down quickly. The stray dog squatted silently and watched quietly.

The rain, the greater the rain, the greater the wind. Looking at these two puppies, at this moment, I feel that it is no longer cold, and even extremely warm!

The word "moved" is familiar to all of us, and moving is a moment that makes people remember their longing. A greeting from a friend, a comfort from a teacher, a humility from a brother and an encouragement from parents can all touch our heartstrings and make us really emotional. As long as our hearts are not numb, our problems will be touched. ...

In the process of growing up, I am changing, and my mother is changing with age. Inadvertently, I saw a wisp of white silk on my mother's black hair, and I was shocked. I don't know when wrinkles climbed on my mother's face and the bones became less straight. She is not as young as she used to be, but I am still so ignorant, dragging my feet and worrying my mother. My mother goes to work early every day, comes back after noon, washes dishes after dinner, finally lies down for a while, sleeps for a while, goes to work and comes back after six o'clock in the afternoon. Every time my mother comes back, it pains me to see her haggard eyes. I really want to share some for my mother, but I am still young and have to study, but I will do something within my power to make my mother less tired. And whenever I do my homework late, my mother says to me, "Go to bed early, don't do it too late, and get up early tomorrow." Mom really cares about me all the time!

But my sister has been admitted to college, so I don't have to worry about my mother. I also want to study as hard as my sister, without my mother working day and night. My mother has worked hard all her life now. Mom, you are really the greatest mother in the world. I can't repay your training, but I will repay you with the best results.

Touching is often instantaneous, but it can't be expressed in thousands of words. Instantly moved can make us shed sincere tears.

Instantly moved composition 7 "Come on, I'm afraid you can't do it?" Yingying shouted out this sentence again, squared up, and prepared to have a heated debate with her deskmate Jun Jun. You knew what happened next, but you didn't tell me. They were still gesticulating when they swore at each other. Since the beginning of school, they have had many wars of words, and the students around them have begun to get tired of listening.

Jun Jun just transferred to our class this semester. He is always muddling along with his homework and his grades are not very good. The teacher actually asked them to form a pair of "groups". What does Yingying think of Jun Jun? So she would quarrel with him every chance she got. But today, a little thing changed their relationship and deeply touched Yingying's heart.

After school at noon, the students happily lined up for dinner. Yingying continued to calculate the thinking questions left by the math teacher. He doesn't believe that he is a "mathematical genius" and can't figure it out. Jun Jun didn't keep up with the dinner party, but Yingying was used to it, because Jun Jun always dragged her feet. Suddenly, Jun Jun shouted at Yingying: "Oh, you have a nosebleed!" ""Oh, really! "Ying ying touched the nose, hands full of blood. Jun Jun hurriedly took out the paper towel from her schoolbag, let Yingying lean her head on the desk in the back row, and raised Yingying's hand to help Yingying wipe her nosebleed. She also comforted Yingying without saying anything. Yingying looked up at Jun Jun, and Jun Jun stood opposite him, his big eyes sparkly and looked at him with concern. Those eyes made him feel warm and gradually calmed him down.

Jun Jun said that after helping Yingying clean up, he ran to the restaurant and insisted on helping Yingying bring the meal to the classroom. Yingying looked at Jun Jun's far-away figure, probably recalling the scene where she scolded him before, and tears soaked his eyes. ...

I, who was also absent, was deeply moved at this moment.

The dark clouds in the sky are like spilled ink, and the air pressure is very low, as if it will rain cats and dogs at any time. I just came out of school, cursing the teacher in my heart. Why did it take so long?

I strode to the bike and jumped on it, only to find that the tire of the bike suddenly deflated and I almost fell down. As soon as I saw it, alas-I don't know which creep pulled out the core of my car. I can't help but feel flustered, and I'm almost soaked. I was overjoyed when I suddenly saw a car repair booth. I strode to the telephone booth like a straw.

When I came to the car stall, I heard a deep voice of an old man in his 60 s: "Little friend, is it a car repairer?" I nodded and motioned for him to hurry up. The old man got up from the booth, raised his tools and prepared to repair my bike. At this moment, he saw a pair of black hands. The old man looked at it and said, "Your car core has been pulled out." Then I raised my calloused hand and fiddled with it skillfully on the bike. After the bicycle was repaired, the old man cleaned it with a rag. When the old man finished speaking, he was sweating like a bean and panted, "Five dollars."

When I touched my trousers bag, I missed half a beat. I don't know where the money went. The old man looked at me anxiously, knowing that I had no money, and said thoughtfully, "Little friend, don't want money. Let's go and don't get wet in the future." After thanking me, I got in the car and left.

When I got home, my heart was warm. Well, that's a touching feeling. Although I can't remember the old man clearly, my calloused hands are still shaking in my eyes.

Instantly touching composition 9 The moment when the sun jumps out, it radiates golden light and brings eternal warmth; When the rainbow crosses the blue sky, it flashes colorful light and brings eternal glory ... There are too many moments in life, and the moment is eternity in our hearts.

That Saturday night, after dinner, my parents and I went for a walk on Huiyuan Road. We watched the bustling night scene under the colorful street lights. At this moment, a beggar came along. She is an old lady in her sixties and seventies. Her face is wrinkled and her hair is as white as snow. Compared with the bright lights and busy streets, she looks particularly old and miserable. She stood hunched in front of us, looking at us with begging eyes and mumbling something. I stopped and felt sympathy and pity.

She shook her hand and handed out the bowl. There are some coins with different denominations in the bowl. I looked back at my father, who was touching his pocket. At this point, I admire my father very much. He will not hesitate to help all those who need help. But dad didn't bring any change, so he took a candy of milk out of his pocket and handed it to the old lady. I was surprised by my father's behavior, and I found the old lady a little surprised, too. But she smiled at us. She smiled very kindly, lovingly and beautifully.

I smiled, too, because at that moment my heartstrings were touched by an inexplicable emotion. Maybe smiling is her habitual action, but I'm sure that smile is definitely not. I saw her surprise after taking the milk and that seemingly unnatural smile. Because she received an unexpected donation. No, that toffee is no longer charity, but an understanding and a respect. Her smile contains more than just thanks. At that moment, I also vaguely felt her self-esteem. Isn't that toffee that dad gave her just the little understanding and care she needs?

A few seconds later, she left. Looking at her back, I seemed to see that she was still smiling with that happy toffee in her mouth.

It's been weeks, and I forgot what grandma looks like. The only thing that lasts forever is a smile that blooms in an instant.

Instantly moved composition 10 A spring, a rain, a father and son, a moment, deeply moved me.

It suddenly began to rain that day. Fortunately, I always carry an umbrella, so I don't panic. I hid under a telephone booth and wanted to wait until the rain stopped. At this time, I saw a father and son in this telephone booth-father and son blocked by the rain.

They snuggled up in the telephone booth and looked very anxious. My father is about the same age as me, and his face has some vicissitudes. My hair is messy and water is still dripping on the tip of my nose. The child is much younger than me, short, a little thin and his face is wet. At this moment, the little boy sneezed, threw himself into his father's arms and began to cry-he wanted to go home, and he had to go home. The father looked at the pouring rain outside the pavilion, looked at his crying son in his arms, thought about it, and reluctantly picked up the child. He hesitated for a moment and rushed forward. But I chickened out before I took a step.

It's raining so hard that you will get soaked if you go out.

Just when I wanted to lend them a helping hand, I saw a touching scene: the father took off his coat without hesitation and put it on the little boy. Then quickly picked him up and resolutely rushed into the rain. After two steps, the father stopped, adjusted the big coat more carefully, and wrapped the child completely in the clothes.

Heavy rain is still raging. Father and son were instantly swallowed up by rain. My father soon became a "water man". I saw him bending slightly and running forward with heavy steps. The rain falls like a stone. Even if I hide under the pavilion, I can feel the pain and cold. The father, isn't he cold? Not tired?

I seem to see the child in his father's arms: what is he doing at the moment? Are you counting your father's heartbeat? I'm worried about my father.

Instantly moved composition 1 1 moved is a cup of tea, which makes me feel warm. Touching is a key to guide my future path. I still remember:

The lightning that night made people feel a thrill, and the storm that day made people feel scared. In an empty room, I carefully served a cup of hot water with a high fever, but the cup was slammed by sudden lightning, which made me feel scared. The water in the cup spilled on my hand. At that moment, the sound of rain mixed with my crying.

As time went by, I fell to bed exhausted. I just feel burned by the raging fire and feel weak all over. Drop by drop, the sweat as big as a bean flowed down. I dragged my hands to touch my forehead. Oh, my God! Like boiling hot water, I passed out in dull pain like a deflated ball.

The morning sun shines on everything, and a breeze blows, blowing away my hair and waking me up.

"How, better?" "Is there any pain?" Do you want something to eat? "One hoarse voice, I was silent, just nodded.

Mother's eyes have been surrounded by a thick layer of dark circles, and she has climbed several long wrinkles. In these days when I was ill, she has been guarding and taking care of me wholeheartedly. But I was angry because he worked hard and watched him shed tears unconsciously.

My mother touched me and my tears swirled. Suddenly, he ran out and came back sweaty three minutes later, just to buy hot food. At that moment, my tears flowed down like crystals.

Touch is an action, a language. Touching mother's love for us is a kind of flame, a ray of sunshine, which will glow wherever it is. As Meng Jiao said:

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Instantly moved composition 12 high heels have always been my favorite. In the south, my height 1 m 65 is not so humble, but I have always had a different love for it in my memory. Thin high heels like the rhythmic sound when I walk. I am confident when I step on my feet, and I am not afraid of the sky falling.

Yesterday was another special sale held by the company. I just wander around when I have nothing to do. I think sometimes good things are to be touched, and deliberately looking for them is often not so satisfactory. Accidentally picked a favorite style, only marked a pair, that is to say, if you want to get this pair of shoes, you must find another pair in the vast sea of shoes. I still found nothing after looking for it for a long time. Just when I was about to give up, it happened that a couple brought another one, just right. God, I'm so happy, but I can see that the girl really wants this pair of shoes, and the size is just right, but she also likes it reluctantly, which is fashionable and unobtrusive and conforms to her own style. At this time, the boy asked the girl if she liked it very much. If so, he discussed it. The tone is very gentle, and he feels that this boy hates and loves this girl, almost doting. But it doesn't sound disgusting, but it feels warm. Suddenly I feel that the girl is so happy, and my heart is slightly shaken. The girl is shy and seems embarrassed. Finally, I said, let her have it.

I felt a little guilty when I got this pair of shoes, because I knew that these shoes were a little uncomfortable for me, and things were rare, and sometimes I often blindly chose things that were not suitable for me because I liked them. People are really strange things. Thought struggled for a few seconds. After that, I decided to give it to them I walked around the exhibition hall twice with my shoes, and finally saw it at the door. They didn't choose other shoes and planned to go back. Fortunately, I arrived in time. Hearing my boyfriend's thanks one after another, I silently wished the ordinary couple happiness in my heart.

Instantly moving composition 13 There are many beautiful things in my memory, and I feel warm when I recall them, but I am deeply impressed by that moment.

I like peanuts very much. Whenever the peanuts are ripe, I will ask my mother to fry them for me. Whenever I am free, my mother will fry peanuts for me. I saw my mother take out a big pot, put it on the stove, then raised the torch and put peanuts in it for frying. My mother always lets me eat peanuts when cooking, and my mother will peel them and give them to me. Mother grabbed a handful of peanuts, put two fingers on both sides of peanuts, forced peanuts to show a crack, and then gently peeled peanuts from the crack, and the little delicious peanuts "jumped" into the bowl. One grain after another, what a coincidence of mother's hands! In a short time, half a bowl of peanuts was peeled. At this time, my mother will smile and hand me the bowl and say, "Eat." As for me, I immediately put my mouth to the side of the bowl, grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into my mouth, enjoying them happily.

At noon, my mother is cooking in the kitchen. I am already hungry. I am looking for food in the kitchen. I'm looking for food, and my mother is cooking. This is, I heard my mother tearing it, so I ran to my mother and asked her what was wrong. My mother hid her hand behind her back and said, "Nothing." I didn't ask too many questions. At dinner, my father said to me while my mother was away, "Do you know why your mother called at noon?" Dad sighed and said, "You don't know, mom knows you like peanuts, but she always peels them for you, so there are some blisters on her hands, and the blisters are rotten." Your mother is so painful that she can't even cook ... "

I suddenly realized that I was very moved at this moment. My parents don't care about themselves. They give generously to us without asking for anything in return. When things happen, the first thing that comes to mind is us. They care about us and love us. As a child, shouldn't you do something for your parents?

I will keep this touching moment in my heart and never forget it.

Instantly moved composition 14 Time flies like water, and many memories fade slowly in the passage of time. Until now, I still remember that moment clearly.

One day, my parents went to work and no one sent me, so I had to go to school by myself. So I ran to the bus stop at a flying speed. I hurried to get on the bus. In desperation, I only saw a position next to my grandmother, so I ran over without saying anything. I saw grandma frowning, sallow face and pale lips, slapping her chest from time to time. I moved aside involuntarily, thinking: I don't want this to happen to me.

However, the last thing I expected happened. I saw the old woman feel sick, and finally I couldn't help throwing up. I left my pie mouth and moved my position subconsciously. Some people look disgusted, some people hold their breath, and some people open the window to get some air. Then came a middle-aged uncle, dressed neatly and walking slowly with a bottle of water in his hand. Uncle crouched down, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and gently wiped the stains on grandma's mouth. Uncle handed the water to grandma, looked at her with gentle eyes and asked, "Aunt, are you all right?" Is it better? "Aunt gasped," I'm fine, young man. That's very kind of you. "At this point, my heart is full of guilt.

After a while, the middle-aged uncle got off the bus, and I saw this scene through the glass-uncle's sleeves fluttered in the wind, and then I found out that uncle was actually a disabled person, and suddenly a warm current came to my mind, and I was deeply moved by him. My heart is full of admiration, and I silently think: Even disabled uncles are so caring, let alone healthy us? Uncle's quality is worth learning.

At that moment, I felt that the world also had temperature, which moved me.

Instantly moved composition 15 In the winter when the cold wind roared, for a moment, my heart was full of warmth.

In the cold afternoon, students inside and outside the campus are still walking around, holding colorful cups in their hands, and there is a sweet warmth in the cups.

But in an inconspicuous corner, there was an old man with a unshaven beard. He couldn't see the old man's face clearly, and his emaciated and rickety body was wrapped in a thin and shabby dress. I don't know if the old man is still alive, but a stream of students passed by and didn't pay attention. I saw a captain go by and just kicked the old man. I saw the old man twitch and then the old man tightened his clothes. A captain turned away, probably because he saw the old man alive, so he didn't ask again.

The sky is still cloudy. The old man has been curled up there, motionless. I really don't know whether I have no children or daughters under my knee. I have the heart to let an old man wander outside. I guess, standing on the balcony, cold wind blows from my hair, and a chill invades my heart from the top of my head. I still went downstairs.

When I stood on the stairs, I slowly looked up. When did I have a familiar figure beside the old man? What is it doing? I feel uneasy. She is a notorious troublemaker in our class and doesn't like studying. Everyone knows that bad things have been done. She was numb when the teacher saw her. Just when I was wondering, I saw her coming to me, with a shallow smile on her black sweater.

I looked at the old man in the blink of an eye and saw him in a white down jacket and holding a steaming eight-treasure porridge in his hand. I looked far away, but I could vaguely see the old man's hands shaking and his pale eyes glittering and translucent. I looked back at her with a shallow smile on my face, but I thought it was the wisest and most beautiful smile. My black sweater was shining with white light, warm and kind.

"Come on, what are you looking at?" She restored me to the status of "little devil", but her heart is the heart of an angel.

At that moment, my heart suddenly trembled, and then I smiled. Her smile became the most beautiful scenery.