The composition of the person who touched me?

In my childhood memory, many things happened. There are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing that moved me so much that I can't forget it for a long time.

I remember when I was in the second grade, one day in our class in physical education class, my classmates and I were playing the game of catching chickens happily. Unfortunately, a senior student ran over and knocked me down at once. I hurt my knee, which made me cry, and my classmates gathered around when they heard the cry. Some classmates comforted me and said, "Liu Xin, don't cry. Let me rub it for you! " Some squatted down to help me blow the wound. What moved me most was Mr. Hou. She squatted in front of me and let me lie on my back. Then she stood up hard, carried me to the platform of the school with her young body, and let me sit there and rest. At this time, Wei Xinxin came running, brought me the anti-inflammatory drugs she should eat, helped me grind the anti-inflammatory drugs into powder and spread them on the wound. ...

Everyone says that friendship is precious, but in my opinion, friendship is not only precious, but also touching. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly and will never forget it.

2. One thing that moved me.

In the depths of my memory, there are too many things that make me laugh and cry, and too many things that make me feel uneasy. However, as I grow up day by day, many things have been forgotten, but I still clearly remember that unforgettable thing.

What moved me?

On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy food. The stall owner is an old man. You can tell he is an old man at a glance.

A weather-beaten old farmer.

Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way,

Mom just found out that the key is missing.

What shall we do? We have guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "I must have left it at the stall. If I lose something, who will give it back to you?

Not to mention that haggle over every ounce old man. You think you're unlucky! "After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran to the market again.

It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. Mom and I walked up,

Grandpa recognized us, and he handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand. Her mother nodded knowingly to him, and all three of us smiled happily.

In fact, there are many things around us that move us, and these things are often insignificant. However, as long as you carefully observe and pay attention to the things around you,

You are sure to find out.

3. One thing that moved me

Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Bobo, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky,

Wan Li is clear, how can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school,

Never go home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip.

I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Bobo, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Watch a drowned rat

Like my mother, looking at her pale face, I couldn't help crying again ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives 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. ...

One thing that moves me is that whenever I pass the corner of the school, I always think of one thing.

The thing is this: In the spring of that year, when I was in the fourth grade, roads were dug everywhere near the school for repairing water pipes, which made the already narrow roads even narrower.

After school at noon every day, it is crowded with people, jostling shoulder to shoulder, and even a mess, making it difficult for people to go home.

On this day, I rode my bike and followed the slow crowd like a snail.

I suddenly lost my balance when I rode to the corner.

The man behind me accidentally or intentionally hit my car.

What is stuck in my wheel? I can't ride any more, and the car starts to shake from side to side.

Finally, with a bang, I fell to the ground with my car, but the person who hit me slipped away with the crowd.

My left foot was crushed under the heavy car and I couldn't get up.

I also cut a big hole in my right knee, and the terrible pain followed. I couldn't even move, and my tears came down.

I watched passers-by come and go with their hands, and they didn't even look at me.

I can't stand up, but I have no choice but to stay still.

Just when I was desperate, a sister stopped by my side and "saved" my pinned foot.

She helped the car up first, then helped me up, patted the soil for me and asked me with concern, "Are you okay?" I wiped my tears again and sobbed and said, "Nothing, nothing, thank you.

""Little sister, be careful in the future ... "Elder sister's words flowed into my heart like a warm current.

I won't forget that big sister, the one who helped me when I was most desperate. Although I don't know her name, I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart, forever and ever.

The 400-word touching composition (which happened to me) is full of moonlight, and I only take the clearest one; Brilliant afterglow, I only hold the warmest light; Red leaves fall, and I only pick up the most beautiful one; In the long life, I only took away the most important thing-moving.

-Inscription There have been many touches in life, but we have never recorded them carelessly.

So, when someone asks, "What moved you the most?" Yes, I always hesitate and can't answer.

However, by chance, after listening to the speech of the famous speaker Mr. Sun Yun, I cried, because I never counted the people who loved me doing so many things to me. "Quietly tuck me in at night and knit me a thick sweater in winter.

"Maybe, this is a small matter, but it should not be forgotten.

I was still ignorant when I was a child. My mother tells me what I can and can't do. I can't walk yet. My father bent over his fat body, and his chubby big hand took my meaty little hand and led me forward. A little older, my parents are worried about my study and participate in it.

But even though these pictures were engraved in my mind, I didn't say "I love you" to those who loved me! Teacher Sun Yun is a successful speaker. Listening to his speech always makes people cry. This is not all because he is so emotional, but more because he is talking about touching the deepest corner of the soul. In that corner, it is full of love, but we choose to abandon it for various reasons.

At that lecture, I cried with my mother in my arms, like a child 15 years ago. My mother patted me like 15 years ago and coaxed my mother into saying, "Stop crying, good boy, stop crying."

"In spring, looking at the splendid cherry blossoms on the trees will always touch the magic of all life.

Today, looking at my mother's white temples will always touch the true feelings of selfless affection in the world! I hope it helps you.

The 400-word composition written for a touching person and thing was blown by the spring breeze, which made me feel warm and reminded me of the time when I was moved by my mother.

It was a final exam. I have been weak in math, and I have become more afraid of failing the exam.

Before the exam, my mother said to me, "Baby, don't worry, don't be afraid, cheer up and wish you good grades in the exam!" " "I cheered up and said to my mother," I will try! " "But when I walked into the classroom, I was a little scared again, but thinking of my mother's words, I got up the courage to walk into the classroom again.

A person who touches me the most 400-word composition Whenever it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather, and there is another thing that touches me the most.

It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. Suddenly, the sky outside the window turned dark, and it began to rain in Mao Mao.

But who would have thought that at noon, the light rain in Mao Mao gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was as gloomy 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.

Looking up at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while.

My parents are still working, 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, "Jiang Meng!" 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, anyway, I also have an umbrella, I can go back, you don't take me to ride a bike, the road is very slippery.

"Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike alone, let alone get wet with me.

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.

Grandpa is very careful at every step. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on my raincoat.

Beads of rain as big as beans hit grandpa's body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but it was useless.

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, my umbrella broke down on the way." I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet. I'm going to take a bath. "

"Grandpa just turned into the bathroom, my tears will swell up.

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

I am proud to have such a grandfather, proud!

There must be a lot of things in my life, some of which you have completely forgotten, but some of which are clearly remembered. That incident moved me very much ... I remember the night of the winter vacation after the final exam, "bang, bang, bang", a crisp footstep, and it must be that my mother came back. I immediately ran out of the room and opened the door to see my mother. "He ... he went to Danzao to talk about business.

"Mom said prevaricated, I also didn't ask more.

After dinner, I saw my mother fidgeting, and then she quickly called the second aunt of Danzao, saying that you don't have to bother and let him bring the meal. I'm very busy recently, so I'd better get it done before the Spring Festival ... If not, I'll buy him pajamas ... At first, I was confused. Later, I saw that my mother had changed and I felt much better. I asked her what was going on. It turned out that my father had a benign tumor and had just finished surgery.

No wonder mom was distracted.

The next day, I went to Danzao Hospital to see my father, and then I lived in Sanmen's home for a period of time. My father stayed at my second aunt's house when he was discharged from the hospital. Because my father has not fully recovered, I have to stay for a while.

One morning, my father came to the third menstruation home alone. I was shocked and appalled. It takes a lot of perseverance to walk from my second aunt's house for about an hour. However, my father came here just to take me to my second aunt's house.

I said, "Dad, are you tired? Take a break! I'll pack my things right away.

"Dad gasped," it's okay, much better. The wound has healed by half. They don't even know I'm going to pick you up.

"Looking at his father's haggard face, wrinkles on his forehead, gray hair on his temples and sweat like soybeans, he said that he was very energetic and so stubborn.

I took my backpack and asked, "Dad, will you go later?" "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, come, I'll help you with your backpack.

"Dad said and picked up his backpack and left. I pulled my father's rough hand back. Along the way, every step of my father was as difficult as a stone, and sweat kept pouring out. My father was panting, and every step was hard ... My father just took me back, but it moved me. ......

The first time I attended the parent-teacher conference, the kindergarten teacher said, "Your son has ADHD and can't sit on the bench for three minutes. You'd better take him to the hospital. "

"On the way home, my son asked his mother what the teacher said. Her nose is sour and almost tears.

Because of the 30 children in the class, only her son performed worst; Only to him, the teacher showed disdain.

But she still told her son: "The teacher praised you, saying that the baby can't sit on the bench for one minute, and now he can sit for three minutes."

Other mothers envy your mother, because only the baby has improved in the class.

"That night, her son ate two bowls of rice for the first time and didn't let her feed.

My son is in primary school.

At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher said, "Among the 50 students in the class, your son ranked 40th in this math exam. We suspect that he is a little mentally retarded. You'd better take him to the hospital for examination.

"Out of the classroom, she shed tears.

However, when she got home, she said to her son sitting at the table, "The teacher is full of confidence in you.

He said, you are not a stupid child. As long as you put your heart into it, you will surpass your deskmate. This time, your deskmate ranked 2 1.

"When she said this, she found her son's dim eyes filled with light at once, and his depressed face stretched out at once.

She even found that since then, her son was so tame that she surprised her, as if he had grown up a lot.

When I went to school the next day, I went earlier than usual.

The child went to junior high school and held another parent-teacher meeting.

She sat in her son's seat, waiting for the teacher to call his name, because at every parent-teacher meeting, her son's name was always called to the ranks of poor students.

However, this time it was beyond her expectation. I didn't hear his son's name until the end of the parent-teacher conference.

Not used to it, she asked the teacher when she left. The teacher told her: "according to your son's current grades, it is a bit dangerous to enter a key high school."

"Hearing this, she walked out of the school in surprise. At this moment, she found her son waiting for her.

Walking on the road, she held her son's shoulder and felt a kind of unspeakable sweetness in her heart. She told her son, "The class teacher is very satisfied with you. He said that as long as you work hard, you have great hope of being admitted to a key high school.

"Graduated from high school.

When the first batch of university admission notices were issued, the school told her son to go to school.

She had a hunch that her son was admitted to the first batch of key universities, because when she applied, she told her son that she believed he could be admitted to key universities.

When my son came back from school, he handed her an express mail with the seal of Tsinghua University Admissions Office. Suddenly, he turned and ran to his room and burst into tears. My son cried and said, "Mom, I know I'm not a smart boy, but only you can appreciate me in this world ..." Although that's a lie, my mother is sad and happy, and she can't hold back the tears that have condensed in her heart for more than ten years. All day, she wandered outside, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

But it happened that I didn't bring pocket money, but I couldn't pull my face and go home for dinner.

Until evening.

She came to a noodle stall and smelled the fragrance of noodles and braised eggs.

Although she felt very hungry, she had to stand by and have a look because she had no money.

Suddenly, the boss kindly asked, "Little Sister, do you want to eat noodles?" She blushed and replied, "Swallow! But ... I have no money.

The boss smiled: "Oh, forget it, there are just no guests today." Sit down, I'll treat you to a bowl of Yangchun noodles! "The girl couldn't believe her ears and sat down quickly.

After a while, the noodles came. She ate them with relish and said, "Boss, that's very kind of you!" " "The boss asked," oh? What do you say? " The girl went on to say, "Yes! We don't know each other, but you would like to invite me to eat noodles. Unlike my dead mother, she didn't understand my needs and thoughts at all, which made me very angry! "The boss smiled again:" Ha, little sister, I just gave you a bowl of noodles, and you are so grateful to me. Then your mother has cooked for you for more than ten years. Shouldn't you be more grateful to her? "After being told by the boss, the girl suddenly woke up like a dream. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly! Without returning the remaining half bowl of noodles, she stood up and ran towards her home while wiping her tears and mouth.

As soon as I got to the alley in front of my house, I saw her mother wearing slippers from a distance, looking around anxiously at the door, and my heart was immediately pulled together! There are a thousand and ten thousand "sorry" sentences that I want to say to my mother.

Before I could speak, my mother stepped forward and said, "ouch!" Where have you been all day? Scared me to death! Come on, come in and wash your hands. It's time for dinner.

"This evening, the girl deeply realized the true meaning of the word" love ".

Love. When it is close to the skin, people often don't feel it, often ignore it, and even trample on it, especially for our family and parents, so that we often replace communication with shouting and care with contempt.

Maybe you think your parents have no common sense and don't read enough books, but have you ever thought that they don't read many books because they spend all their time and savings on cultivating you? Maybe you think your parents are behind the times and can't even surf the Internet, but have you ever thought that they can't surf the Internet because they put all their energy into this family and have no leisure to play these new things! Don't take all the efforts of your family for granted, and don't wait until you lose them to know how to cherish them.

No amount of flower baskets after death can compare with a rose before death: no amount of eulogy after death can compare with a "I love you" before death.

"Filial piety to parents" is not a rigid dogma, but a wise reminder that I can enjoy warmth today and will not regret it tomorrow.

Write a touching composition. There is a notebook in my heart. Whether I am happy, moved, angry or crying, I will keep things in my heart. On this day, I "opened" the yellowed "notebook", absorbed in what was written on the first page and began to meditate.

I remember it was a summer. It rained heavily that afternoon. After school, I stood downstairs and looked around. It suddenly occurred to me that my father had gone on a business trip and my mother didn't get off work until 6 o'clock today. It's over. What should I do? Did I bring my umbrella? Just as I was anxious like a cat on hot bricks, my deskmate's "enemy" Zhou Xiaomin came along. This is really a narrow road. He said with a big smile, "What's the matter? You have no umbrella, have you? Won't your parents come to pick you up? " I said grumpily, "If you don't pick it up, I'll pick it up. What is it to you? " He said, "Nothing, I brought an umbrella. Let's go home together! " "What? Did I hear you right? I can't believe he said this, and I remember seeing us quarreling from time to time. It's really wrong to think about it.

"Let's go! Otherwise, it will become a' drowned chicken'! " Zhou Xiaomin's words interrupted me.

Walking on the wet road, the rhythmic symphony seems to be cheering for us to re-establish a new friendship.

On the way, I suddenly felt that the umbrella on my head seemed to be moving towards me. I saw that Zhou Xiaomin's left shoulder was wet most of the time. I moved my umbrella to Zhou Xiaomin, and he moved it to me. He took me home first. When he got home, he didn't even have time to drink a cup of hot water, so he said, "Let's go. See you tomorrow. Bye!" At this time, an unspeakable emotion welled up in my heart.

"Close" the notebook in your heart and start meditation again. ...

I was touched by a man who found my friend's body by the pool in Echo Valley.

(3) One night, I went home after dinner with my friends at twelve o'clock. After passing a place with a grave, my friends were very scared.

As a result, the next morning, he was in high spirits and often said these words: someone climbed out of the grave.

They are laughing.

They are bleeding.

(4) One night there was a power failure in my house, and all I could find was a white candle. I lit it at the back of the bed and slept in the mirror, but I felt chest tightness and couldn't breathe that day. I tossed and turned, as if I were crushed by something. I looked in the mirror and found that I was carrying grandma's bag! I didn't carry it on my back! The whole lake turned red (that's blood). A hand came out of the lake, grabbed the girl's foot and dragged her into the lake. Later, people found the girl's body and clothes at a distance of 0/00 km from the forest, but her head was gone. People opened her backpack and were frightened. Her head is in the bag, and her expression is very painful. Whoever found her dumped her body. Since then, no one dares to go to that forest ... If you see this post 1, please reply immediately and click "Bless Bodhisattva", then post it in the farewell column and forward 3 copies. If you don't send it, your hand will stretch out in the shower and you will end up like that girl! Believe that everything is true.

Don't blame me, I was forced.

There is a story about a single woman who just moved. She found a poor family, a widow and two children living next door.

One night, there was a sudden power failure in that area, so the woman had to light the candles herself.

After a while, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door.

It turned out to be the child next door, only to see him nervously ask, "Aunt, do you have candles at home?" The woman thought, "Are they so poor that they don't even have candles? Never lend it to them, lest you become dependent on them! " So he shouted at the child: "No!" Just as she was about to close the door, the poor child showed a caring smile and said, "I knew there was no one at home!" " "Say that finish, I took out two candles from my arms and said," My mother and I were afraid that you would live alone and there were no candles, so we brought two to send you.

"At that moment, this woman's heart has never been touched! When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves.

Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold or is it filled with unimportant things? Someone once wrote me a sentence like this: "We passed each other, not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving.

"Yes, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the smallest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

Have you ever sincerely said "thank you" to those who have helped you? Have you ever deeply reflected on yourself when complaining about others? Because of the changes of the times, our hearts have become narrow, but life has not lost its touch, has it? We just didn't notice.

When you are no longer bound by yourself, you will find yourself moved everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; Thirst, a friend brings you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have someone to share your feelings with you ... See the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a flower, as long as what you see is enough to move you! Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Touching can be common, but it can't be ignored.

There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love.

"The world of mortals sentient beings, sentient beings on earth. What makes us turn a blind eye to the touch around us? What is touching? A thousand people will have a thousand answers.

However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched.

Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Touched, such as refreshing spring.

After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze.

Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like heartbreaking snow.

Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

If the world is mired in mud, please open your heart, let touch fill its emptiness, wash away its impurity, and let touch make your life brilliant!

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