Touching excellent composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition, which can improve our language organization ability. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following are the touching and excellent compositions I collected. Welcome to learn and refer to them. I hope they will help you.

Moved by the excellent composition 1, the wind rolled up pieces of fallen flowers on the ground. Looking back, the waves of memory slowly beat those past events. Looking back suddenly, at the end of the alley, those gentle eyes are telling the nostalgia for everything. At that time, the sun was just right and the breeze was not dry. It was also a coincidence to meet.

At the end of the alley, she sat on a bench, her feet trembling as if waiting for someone. She can't see the world and herself. Because she is blind, no one wants to talk to her, and even swears to leave here.

Until a year ago, she had heard enough of endless quarrels at home, and all she could remember was endless abuse and the sound of broken porcelain. She groped her way to the end of an alley not far away. She sat on the bench, feeling the words carefully. Only then will she feel satisfied. As if she heard something, she suddenly raised her head and shook her head with a self-deprecating smile. Yes, you can't see it yourself. What's the use of raising your head?

Just as she was about to get up and leave, a soft hand caught her. Afraid of falling, she kept shaking and said:

"You ... who are you?"

"Ah ... did I scare you? My name is teddy bear, and I want to make friends. Can you be my friend? "

The soft and waxy sound of the teddy bear made her put down her guard. I don't have any friends myself, and it's good to have a bear to play with me.

After a long time, the teddy bear always appeared in front of her bedroom window on time, whether it was windy or rainy. Later, she got used to having teddy bears every day. However, Teddy Bear is afraid to meet her parents. Teddy bears can only cope with:

"I was born in your heart, and only you can feel my existence. If you take me to see your parents, they will think you are crazy. "

She can only be wronged and nod. Teddy bear takes a balloon every day. Teddy bear says the balloon is yellow, and yellow represents a good mood. She was particularly dependent on teddy bears, but gradually she found something was wrong. Teddy bears sound more and more like. ...

One day, she found the teddy bear missing. She's going out to look for it. She overheard her parents talking and suddenly knelt in front of the door and began to cry. It turns out that in the past year, teddy bears have been played by their mothers, just trying to solve the inferiority complex caused by her blindness. Just because she is the concern of her parents all her life.

Time is still wandering, and I collect every story with my heart. The spring breeze blows just right. It's a coincidence that you and I met. We just want to meet early. It's still you. Memories fly, leaving only yellow balloons floating in the wind.

Touching excellent composition 2 fell from our "wow" cry and came to this colorful world, which was the most original touch in that life.

In the vast square, accompanied by the breeze, the mother is holding the baby. When she heard the first gentle and simple sentence, it was the tears of "Mom …", which made the young mother cry with joy and made us understand what touching is. ...

Young people, we never know what the deepest meaning is, but simply think that when we do a good job, others' approving eyes and praises are the only ones that are touched.

Time goes by, time flies, we grow up, and the deeper meaning is the tears of joy and warm embrace of our parents; It is a helping hand and encouragement extended by others when they are helpless; It is shared by family and friends when they succeed; It is the persistence of many people who love you when you are in pain. ...

However, have we ever been moved by ourselves?

Facing the doubts and puzzles in our hearts, we sat down quietly and thought hard, but we couldn't find a clue!

But in fact, is the answer really that hard to find? A few years later, we found the answer.

When cleaning up the room, I accidentally dug up the certificates and transcripts from many years ago. Looking at more and more numbers on it, I suddenly became enlightened. Isn't that touching? Are you touched by yourself?

When we happily jump in front of adults with red and double hundred test papers, waiting for the reward and praise of candy, we see the excitement and excitement of adults, but ignore our impressive achievements. We care too much about other people's eyes and forget our right to be touched. We take this huge wealth of "being touched by ourselves" in exchange for the instant sweetness in our mouths!

What a naive but persistent nature children are!

In life, we attach importance to those famous interests, but we have never fully experienced the joy of success at an untimely time and the feeling of fighting for our own efforts!

Please carefully understand the true meaning of moving! Pay attention to the little things around you in life. Life is not a lack of being touched, but a lack of finding the simplest and purest eyes that are touched by yourself!

Slow down our hurried pace, enjoy looking for those simple touches and being touched by ourselves, and this precious emotion will condense into the most beautiful spiritual wealth in our lives!

Touching excellent composition 3 Life is touched everywhere, from being touched by gifts and praises when I was a child to being touched by friends when I met difficulties when I grew up. With the growth of age, there are fewer and fewer things that move us, but that thing is still fresh in our memory and will be moved every time we think about it.

I still remember that it was a summer, cicadas were singing, flowers hung their heads in the hot sun, dogs stuck out their tongues to dissipate heat, and everything was so embarrassing, including me at school. Suddenly, as a scream broke the cicada, I saw a classmate's nose bleeding, and other students reported to the teacher. When I saw it, I couldn't help feeling scared. Somehow, there was a heat flow under my nose, and the most coincidental thing happened. When I wiped it with my hand, I saw bright red blood on my finger. The teacher saw it and came to help me dress the wound. She drew two pieces of paper for me to wipe. Maybe it was because the weather was too dry and the blood kept flowing. She took me to the sink and cleaned me carefully. I was touched to see the sweat on her head and the slightly beating temples. Later, when I stopped bleeding, she took a sigh of relief to take care of another classmate.

As we all know, that female classmate is her daughter. ...

Last year, I returned to my hometown. Seeing the teacher's daughter holding her shopping, we started talking. She smiled and said, "I didn't think so much at that time and panicked. I didn't know what to do, so I pulled you to the sink. " Her daughter is laughing.

After so many years, my memory has long been dusty, but this matter has been kept in my memory box. Although every teacher has the obligation to take care of his students, it really touched me.

Life is touched everywhere, and every little thing always has one or two details that move people. There must be one or two people who will touch you when you grow up.

The night is more beautiful because of the bright moon, the stream is clearer because of pebbles, the flowers are more delicate because of green leaves, and life is more beautiful because of the friendship between classmates.

Once I was sick, my father asked the teacher for a morning off for me, but in order not to fall behind in my homework, I dragged my tired body to the classroom in the afternoon. As soon as I entered the classroom, the students sitting next to the electric fan switch seemed to have received the order and turned off the electric fan at the same time. I felt very strange and thought: How can you not turn on the electric fan on such a hot day? I looked around for a week and found that Shikai, who was usually most afraid of heat and clamored to turn on the air conditioner, was also sitting in his seat, drawing without saying a word. My deskmate seems to have found my little thoughts and said, "The teacher said that peace of mind is naturally cool. You are sick and you can't brag like this." I nodded and said nothing, as if there was a clear spring flowing in my heart, which was very touching.

I took out my homework and wrote it for a while. The female classmate in the front row turned around and asked with concern, "Wang, are you in good health?" Do you want to go home and have a rest? " I shook my head and stared at the topic I couldn't write in front of me. She gave me a friendly smile: "What's the matter? Can't you write? " After that, she taught me topics and helped me with my morning class. I listened attentively and mastered the skills of doing the problem at once. I am very happy, but I am even happier that I have such good classmates and I am surrounded by beautiful friendship.

It has been several weeks since this incident, but the picture still keeps coming to my mind, affecting me and moving me. ...

Touching excellent composition 5 Touching is everywhere, and many touching things have happened around me. Among them, what impressed me the most was that time I read my mother's diary recording my birth.

When I was a child, I was very naughty and always wanted to find something to play with. Mom's room is my "treasure house". I can always find some precious toys in her room. This time, my hand itches again.

I crept into my mother's room, opened the closet and found a drawer inside. I opened the drawer and found a beautiful little box. Although the box looks a little old, it is exquisite and seems to be something my mother likes very much. At this moment, I couldn't wait to open the box. I found there was only a small diary in it. I'm a little disappointed, but I'm still curious about what my mother wrote in her carefully collected diary. So I secretly took out my diary and walked to my room.

When I got to my room, I quickly closed the door and locked it. I turned on the desk lamp, opened my diary and read it carefully. It turns out that this is a mother's pregnancy diary and my birth record. When I opened the first page of my diary, my mother wrote that she was extremely happy when she learned that she was pregnant. Because she and her father are going to have a baby, which is a very happy thing. Later, I wrote that when I was six or seven months old, I practiced martial arts in my mother's stomach. The mother who was uncomfortable during pregnancy smiled happily because she knew that her beloved baby was growing up healthily. There are some experiences when I was born. My mother gave birth to me by caesarean section. At that time, the doctor made a big incision in my mother's stomach and took me out of her stomach. After the operation, my mother almost went into shock and it took a long time to recover. After reading my mother's diary, I felt ashamed and moved. I quickly put my mother's diary back. I respect my mother more and love her more.

The past is like smoke, time flies, and many things disappear with the passage of time. Open the floodgate of memory, and the past is piled up in front of you like worn-out sundries. Picking up that blank memory again touched me deeply.

Today, it's the same rainy day. It's raining sadly, which reminds me of the same rainy night.

My mother got off work late that day. I was young and needed my parents to pick me up. When the school bell rang, I watched my classmates being picked up by my parents, but I couldn't wait for my mother. Wayward and at a loss, I chose to go home alone in the rain. So, luck and sadness are destined to meet me.

Tears mixed with rain swept across my face, and the rain was fierce, and I suddenly felt helpless and desperate. "What's the matter? Can't you find your mother? " There was a strange aunt's voice. She stood stupefied in the wind and rain, with a little boy beside her-obviously her son. She quickly covered me with her flower umbrella. "Never mind, we will find your mother with you." As she spoke, she put my schoolbag on her back, holding me in her left hand and her son in her right. It's still raining, but my heart is as warm as the sun. Yes, it is that aunt who weaves a good mood for me with kindness and love. We went to a supermarket to take shelter from the rain, and my aunt contacted her mother by phone. Mom really knows where I am and will be here soon.

I looked back at the supermarket with infinite nostalgia and happened to meet that aunt's beautiful smile. I think this is the most beautiful smile in the world. I relive it again and again, feeling it as if I had hidden it in my heart. Kindness, love and smile are all moving messengers, because it makes many people face the sea and spring blossoms.

There are many things that moved me in my memory, and what moved me most was that thing …

It was a sunny morning, and I was sitting in the field with my feet out of the grass. There are many ants in the grass. They are crowded together. I thought, "A big war is about to happen." I immediately got up and squatted by the grass to see what had happened. A small beetle was found among them. I thought: "This little beetle" has entered the ant's territory, and it will definitely become the ant's bag. "At this time, the little beetle was surrounded by ants. The ants attacked and the ants climbed onto the little beetle. The little beetle is like a lone hero, ready to fight to the death with the enemy. Watch the little beetle with one enemy. I can't help being nice to the little beetle: "Well done, little beetle, come on!" " The little beetle flapped its wings and beat the little ants away one by one. The ants that were beaten up got up again and rushed to the little beetle again.

After several battles, the little beetle was a little tired, but the ants kept running towards the little beetle. At this time, the ants seem to be hordes, while the little beetle seems to be a general with a single soldier. There were more and more ants, and the little beetle was dying, but at this time, a small fruit fell from the sky and hit the little beetle. Suddenly, the little fruit hit the ant like a rocket, causing countless casualties. I thought, "This is God-helped little beetle!" "The little beetle took the opportunity to escape.

Regardless of the life and death of the companion, the ant chased the little beetle desperately, and soon surrounded the little beetle and made a stunt-biting. The little beetle lost two feet at once, but the little beetle still didn't give up and left this hellhole. Crawl forward desperately—

……

Soon after, the little beetle died. But I was deeply moved by its indomitable spirit.

I believe that every bit of life is worth remembering and moving, and the years are seamless. When we suddenly look back and count the past, there will always be a memory that leaves a deep impression on our lives, which is touching.

I remember it was a Friday afternoon, the weather was not very good, and there were some dark clouds floating in the sky. I was walking home from school, skipping and humming a little song, and I came to a crossroads. There are a lot of cars, and there seems to be a traffic jam. I thought: Will there be a traffic accident? I walked over in disbelief. It turned out that an old woman was crossing the road slowly. She staggered and walked slowly on crutches, which made many cars have to stop and wait for her to cross the road. Many cars are blocked around. Some drivers are impatient and keep honking their horns, and some even swear. But grandma is still so carefree, smiling at the drivers to signal them to wait a little longer.

At this moment, a man got off a car. It seems that he is over forty years old. He walked quickly to the old woman and said to her, "Come on, Grandma, let me help you cross the street!" " "Say that finish, he took grandma's hand and helped her to cross the road slowly. Then the horn stopped and everyone was watching them. Some people can't help blushing and feel ashamed of what they have just done. Everything is still so normal, as if nothing had happened, but the scene just now is really deeply imprinted in my heart. At this time, my eyes were moist, and a feeling came to me, either moved, admired or praised. ...

Up to now, I still can't forget that incident. Every time I think of that incident, there are tears in my eyes from the old woman and the man, because it shows me a sincere heart. Such a thing is worth touching, and so is such a person.

Touching Excellent Composition In the life of 9 people, there will always be countless things that will touch you. We don't need to look for moving things, but there are many ordinary things that move us in our daily life.

Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

grass

"It's so cold this winter." I was wandering around the street in my overcoat, and it was white everywhere. A night of snow covered the earth with a white quilt and dyed the pine trees with white hair. Everything in the world seems so quiet. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I saw a particularly conspicuous green. Looking closer, it turned out to be a grass. It is so tender and green that it breaks through the frozen soil with its little head. In the white world, it is so small and so strong, standing upright in cold weather and refusing to give in.

Its tenacious quality deeply touched me.

Cross the road

A group of people stood at one end of the zebra crossing. When the green light came on, they quickly crossed the road. An old man rocked his wheelchair and crossed the road very slowly. The green light flashed a few times, the red light came on, and the old man just walked into the middle of the road. The car has started the engine and is ready to gallop. The car bypassed the grandfather with its most flexible body and continued to run. Grandpa pestle is in the middle of the road. Suddenly, a white car stopped, the driver made a "pause" gesture, and then pushed the old man across the road quickly. Passers-by are applauding for him, grandpa has always said thank you to him, and the traffic on the road has resumed.

I was deeply moved by what the shopkeeper did.

check

When the test paper was handed out, the bright scarlet letter grabbed my heart like a knife. The moment I handed out the test paper, I was already "waiting" for my mother's "women's list" When I got home, my mother called me over and my hair became alert. "Mom knows that you have a heavy learning task and great pressure after the second day of junior high school, but you can't be lazy." My mother's gentle words made me take off my armor, and I secretly vowed "I must study hard and be proud of my mother."

I was moved by my mother's understanding of me.

There are many small things in the world. As long as we understand them carefully, life is moving everywhere!

At 6 o'clock this morning, all our team members got up and packed up to go back to school. In a trance, I vaguely heard a child's voice. I thought it was my own student. Unexpectedly, when I walked to the door, two of my students really appeared in front of me, and then several students appeared one after another. They offered to help me with my luggage. These children are usually late for school, but today they got up early and didn't have breakfast just to see us again. ...

I'm glad the bus didn't come so soon, which made me get along well with my students. In the process of waiting, my students took me around the campus by bike, which made me feel the warm atmosphere of this campus again; A student who likes to joke with me brought me breakfast this morning ... all this made me feel the true feelings of the students.

It's time to leave. As soon as I got on the bus, my face, which pretended to be calm and smiling, was removed and replaced by tears. Seeing the children's lovely faces, I am more and more reluctant to part with them. Back to the deserted campus, I can't be calm for a long time. I flipped through my mobile phone photo album over and over again, recalling the eight days of studying and playing with my students. Although the time spent together is very short, it has made me form a deep friendship with my children.

At the end of that day, several classmates called me, most of them were naughty boys, which surprised me. I didn't expect the boy who usually worries me the most to call me many times. Perhaps, people who seem to care nothing at ordinary times are actually very delicate and emotional. For a moment, I felt that these children were sensible, and this cognition touched my heart.

Recalling the dribs and drabs that happened on this day, my whole heart was faintly touched.

Beautiful Qi Ying primary school, lovely students and unforgettable days in the countryside will be my best memories.

To simple and lovely children: hello, I am sunshine.

1 1 20xx is a leap year with a long time. So, the teacher asked me to borrow books and prepare to open a new class years ago. From borrowing books, I gained friendship and sharing.

How difficult it is to borrow books! I wonder if Wang Kun can bring the book this morning. It is with this mood that I am waiting. Wang Kun came and gave me this book. I cried with the book of dreams.

Do you know why I am crying?

Because the teacher asked me to borrow the sixth grade books for a long time, I haven't borrowed them for a long time, and I will have a new class on Monday. The teacher asked everyone to take out the borrowed books, and everyone took out the books for everyone to see with great interest. Just me, sitting in my seat, very embarrassed. What shall we do? What shall we do? What shall I do? The teacher is already talking about the first lesson, and I haven't borrowed books yet. After class, I began to cry. By Tuesday, my book had not been borrowed. It pains me to see everyone commenting on this book. I thought: what a pity that those words can't appear in my own book! I cried silently for a whole class. After class, I thought: It serves me right. I seldom lent things to others before, for fear that others would break them for me. Really deserved it. I stopped crying when I thought about it. But when I saw other people's books, I began to cry again.

At this moment, Wang Kun found me crying and asked why. As soon as I said it, she immediately said to me, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I also have a Chinese book that I can lend to you. " I was moved to tears. Because I have never borrowed anything from others, I didn't expect anyone to lend me anything. I am very touched and happy.

Wang Kun's move deeply touched me. She taught me friendship and sharing, and made me believe that the world is beautiful. She infected me and touched me. This incident made me understand that people should help each other and learn to share.

Thank you, Wang Kun! You taught me how to be a man.

Touched by excellent composition 12 Among all kinds of delicious food, I have a special liking for that simple bowl of white rice, because it contains the teacher's unforgettable care.

I am a picky eater. In the list of food I hate, fried rice ranks first, but the school will prepare Yangzhou fried rice for everyone every Wednesday, and this week is no exception.

I sat at the table with my rice in my hand in frustration and looked at the bowl of colorful fried rice, which made me feel sick. I kept poking at the disgusting bowl of fried rice with chopsticks, but I didn't want to eat a bite, even though I had finished singing "Empty City Plan" in my stomach.

At this time, our head teacher just cooked a meal and passed by me. Seeing my sad face, he leaned down and asked with concern, "Why don't you eat?" "I ... I don't want to eat fried rice." I looked down in shame and said falteringly. "Alas, don't eat how line! Teacher, there is white rice here. Do you want to eat? " The teacher asked. I nodded slightly. Seeing this, the teacher quickly gave my untouched fried rice to the hungry. While he gave me half of the white rice in the bowl, he "educated" and said, "Being picky about food will lead to malnutrition …" Then he handed me a big fried chicken leg.

At this time, the spring sunshine squeezed in from the window, dripping into my heart, dripping into the delicious white rice, dripping into the smile raised by the teacher's mouth. At that moment, it was as warm and beautiful as the sunshine in spring.

The moment the teacher gave me a big meal, I almost cried. From that moment on, I fell in love with fried rice, but the bowl of white rice has become a memory that will never be erased in my heart.

Touching excellent composition 13 The past always flows in my mind, and there are always ups and downs in my calm heart. I can't forget the past days, and I can't forget the thing that moved me.

In the morning, on the physical education class, we were jumping. When it was my turn, I pushed hard, but my shoes were broken, so I had to leave with a red face under the ridicule of everyone.

After school, I put the five dollars in my hand and walked to the place where my shoes were repaired. I looked around and finally found the shoemaker under a tree. I walked towards the unique shade in the scorching sun.

He is an old man, sitting in a small chair reading a newspaper, and I thought to myself: Hehe, you have found the right person! Hearing footsteps, grandpa put down the newspaper and asked, "Are you here to repair shoes?" I nodded, he yawned, took out a small chair from the tree and sat me down, and began to repair my shoes wholeheartedly. I think he is very kind, so I dare to chat with him. Grandpa didn't look up, only answered "yes" and "yes". Gradually, big beads of sweat fell from his head. The shoes were repaired, and he only asked for 1 20 yuan. I stood up, put on my shoes and stamped my feet, feeling much more proud.

I thought about it and ran home to get a cup and pour a glass of water. When I was about to run out, I thought about it again, took out a pack of cigarettes from the cupboard, ran to the shoemaker and said to him, "Grandpa, you are very hot." I poured you a glass of water and took a pack of cigarettes. " This time he is fanning. After listening to my words, he shook his hand: "I appreciate your kindness, son, but I really can't have this thing!" " "I didn't say anything, just waved and turned and ran home.

I sat on the bed and gasped loudly, but I still couldn't resist the temptation to play. I opened the door, ready to go out to play. Just arrived at the door, only to find a pack of cigarettes and a cup on the windowsill! I admire the excellent qualities of that old shoemaker. In my heart, a great man stands in my heart! At that moment, I understood why that color is unique!

How time flies. Although it has been a long time, it still haunts my mind and is unforgettable.

Touching the excellent composition 14 is the most wonderful feeling in the world. Something has been buried in my heart, which has deeply touched me, and I will be in tears until now.

I played in the square that night, but the weather was unpredictable. The weather in June changes like a child's face. Just now, the stars were shining brightly, and in a blink of an eye, it rained heavily. The stars and the moon disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few flashes of lightning that could tear the sky and a few earth-shattering thunder. I was frightened by the sudden storm, and then the raindrops as big as beans hit me. I was soaked through quickly. Standing in the cold wind, I became at a loss. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I fell off the Jin Doudou. The heavy rain made me completely desperate. What should I do? If this continues, I'm sure I'll have a fever. My home is so far away from here that there is no one around. What should I do? Now I'm cold, anxious and scared. Just when I didn't know what to do, a hand suddenly fell on my shoulder and the raindrops on my head didn't fall off. I feel a warm feeling. I looked back and found that it was a middle-aged man who gave me an umbrella. He is very thin, standing in the storm, swaying like a piece of paper, which may be blown away by the strong wind at any time. He looked at me tenderly, touched my forehead with one hand and whispered, "The child is soaked." He looked at my red eyes and comforted me and said, "Son, don't be afraid of men, you have to be brave." I was inspired by his words and said, "Well, I'm not afraid." He smiled knowingly and said, "Come and get an umbrella. Uncle has to go first. You must be brave. " Then he handed me the umbrella, but he ran into the heavy rain, in which his back was so high.

I was deeply moved by this incident, and now I will burst into tears when I think about it.

Touching the excellent composition 15 is as touching as refreshing spring, as touching as intoxicating sea breeze, as touching as heartbreaking snowflakes.

There is an advertisement, which is very real. Everyone who saw this advertisement was moved to tears.

The content of the advertisement is as follows: An old man has Alzheimer's disease, and he has a son. One day, the son came to visit his old father and knocked at the door and said, "Dad, open the door quickly, I'm coming to see you!" " "Hearing this, the old man happily looked out from the cat's eye. Suddenly, his face changed. He opened the old photo album, shook his head and said, "No, no" You are not my son. My son looks like this, unlike you! "

The son bowed his head, his heart ached and he shed tears. His eyes blurred, and he wiped away his tears with trembling hands. I found that my father was old and had Alzheimer's disease.

The old man happily looked at his son's childhood photos in the room, but forgot that it was his favorite son standing outside. As soon as the camera turned, the son took his father to a party with relatives and friends. My son chatted with his friends and laughed heartily. I saw the old man eating a meal, and there was a dish on the table, and there were two jiaozi left. The old man grabbed jiaozi with his hand and put it in his coat pocket. When the son saw it, he felt humiliated and stared at his father and said, "Dad, what are you doing?" ? What a pity! The old man regarded jiaozi as a treasure and said, "My son likes jiaozi best. I want to bring it to his son! "My son cried and couldn't say a word. At this point, the screen gradually darkened and several big characters appeared: even if he forgets everything, he will not forget to love you.

It is such a public service advertisement that touched everyone's heart for more than a minute and made people burst into tears.

Touched at any time, it may be hidden in an instant.