Write an essay about something that moved you

1. Composition about something that moved you

Composition about something that moved me

In life, many scenes I see make me sad. People are moved. There was such a thing that moved me deeply...

It was a spring morning. My parents and I went to the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River to play. I was terribly thirsty and wanted to buy an ice cream to quench my thirst, but as soon as I touched my pocket, "Oh no, where's my wallet?" I searched all my pockets, but I still couldn't find it. Although there was only 20 yuan in my wallet, I didn't dare to tell my parents for fear of provoking a lot of nagging. I had to walk back along the same path, but still found nothing. Who would return a wallet if they find it? Alas, I can only admit that I am unlucky, who can let myself be careless!

There is a canteen in front, that is my only hope, otherwise, alas... I walked there quickly and took a look, but there was no trace of my wallet anywhere!

When I was about to leave, "Miss, what's the matter?" a childish voice asked. I looked up and saw that it was a little girl under six years old, dressed in a very "rustic" style, staring at me!

"Looking for my wallet." I replied angrily. There was no way she could be of any help anyway.

"Are you looking for your wallet? I just picked one up. Is it yours?" She looked at me with her big eyes.

I glanced at the wallet in her hand, and my eyes lit up. This was exactly mine! I took the wallet, took out two yuan, and handed it to her: "Little sister, thank you. You can use the two yuan to buy candy yourself."

"No need." She refused, shaking. Little hands, "Mom told me not to ask for other people's things. Goodbye, little sister!"

I watched the figure of that cute little sister and was moved. You know, in a poor place like the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, a child is very proud to have two yuan, but she refused...

I answered this word for word. Let me divide it! 2. Write an essay about something that moved you, preferably 700 words.

In the winter when I was fifteen years old, I came home from school one night. Because the weather was extremely cold, the door lock was so frozen that it was difficult to open it. I couldn't open the door anyway. I was cold and anxious. When I got angry, I twisted it hard, but the key broke off and the broken part was still in the lock. Later, when my parents came back, they went through a lot of trouble to get into the house.

After entering the door, my mother was very angry and kept scolding me, saying that I shouldn’t wait too hard. I didn’t say anything at first, but my mother’s habit is to be unreasonable and do the same thing over and over again. Talking endlessly. I was also a child who didn't want to admit my mistakes to tough people. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I said a few words, saying that I didn't mean it and that I didn't make any big mistakes.

Although my father didn’t say anything, he seemed very angry about the incident. When he heard that I was quarreling with my mother, he got angry and kicked me. I was stunned at that time, because my father had never hit me, and he had always protected me.

I silently returned to my room. I just felt that I could not bear such a blow, so on impulse, I put on my coat again, carried a bag and quietly left the house.

Walking into the dark night alone, I suddenly realized that I had no direction and no idea where to go. I walked around on the railway several times, and finally, like a thief, I slipped into the vegetable garden on the uphill slope of my home. I cried while looking at the lights at home from a distance. I felt how warm the lights were, but I I can't go back anymore, I can't stand that even my father has become so cruel.

I was wandering around my house and was accidentally discovered by a neighbor’s aunt. She anxiously advised me: “My child, go back quickly! Your dad is going crazy looking for you. I couldn't help but cry." I still said stubbornly, "No, I won't go back!" Seeing that she couldn't resist me, she left quickly. I hid in the snow in the backyard of my house. After a while, the aunt came to find my father: "Go quickly! She is in the backyard." Dad saw me at a glance, and he choked while hugging me out. : "My child, it's Dad's fault! Dad will never hit you again."

Dad took me home and met my mother who had just come back to find me. She still looked fierce, pointed at my nose and asked me where I was. Even so, her eyes that were swollen from crying told me that she was also very afraid of losing me.

An unexpected runaway made me realize how important I am in the hearts of my parents! This incident has become a memory that makes me cry every time I mention it.

3. An essay about something that touches you

In the past few days, my mother has been sick and resting at home. Every time my father goes out, he repeatedly tells me to take good care of my mother and help her with more housework. .That day, I was playing computer games online. When I was fascinated, my mother woke up and said to me: "Son, my mother is very uncomfortable. Can you cook and clean the house?" "Okay?" ! Okay! I'll go." I said impatiently. But I couldn't keep my eyes away from the computer. Gradually, I forgot what my mother told me... After a long time, I looked back and saw where my mother was. I came to the living room, and my mother was lying on the sofa. The mop fell to the floor, half of it was wet. I seemed to understand something, and my heart felt like a knife. I didn’t know what to do or what to say, so I just stood there. I stared blankly at my mother's tired face... After a few minutes, I covered my mother with a quilt. At this moment, I heard a crisp sound of metal collision, and my heart jumped "bang" and "bang" Get up. Sure enough, my father came back. He woke my mother up and asked, "Have you eaten? Why are you sleeping here?" My mother nodded. My father turned around and asked me, "Have you done anything for your mother?" I lowered my head. My head turned red, my face turned red, and I felt very ashamed. But my mother took over: "He is very good, and he has done a lot of things for me!" Dad touched my head and smiled. This surprised me. I couldn't I never thought my mother would say this. Maybe my mother is afraid that my strict father will criticize me? But I really didn’t do any housework! Should I confess to my dad or let my mom hide it? I really don’t know what to do... Because of this incident, I reflected on it for several days. My mother worked hard to raise me from a little baby. Now that I have grown up, I can do some things for my mother. When something happens, you should take the initiative to do it. Touch is an intangible thing that cannot be seen with the naked eye, but can only be felt with the heart. 4. One thing that moved me Composition

The pale moonlight fell by the window, and the night was already deep. The lamp on the table was still on, attracting two small moths. The pen tip was about to move, but stopped again. My mind kept searching for useful information, and at that moment the door to memory opened again.

In that competition, I never expected that the person participating would be me. I firmly refused, but they pulled me back one by one, insisting that I participate no matter what. At that moment, I felt that they were simply devils. It was the school sports day, and I couldn't get rid of the bad luck that I had to run 800 meters, because no matter what reasons I gave, they were forced to go back. None of my good friends came up to stop this, but just stood there and looked at me helplessly. At that time I knew that my last hope was gone. Even though I was very reluctant, I was still dragged to the track and field by the sports committee to train with other team members participating in the competition.

The wind at dusk seems more sobering than the wind in the early morning. I watched every student who competed receive encouragement and guidance from other students, while I was abandoned on the track, training endlessly by myself. In their team, I was like a lonely bird without anyone to rely on. I must not lose. I must win this game. I will definitely remember how you treat me. I kept running, forgetting my sadness, and my heart was filled with anger.

Finally the day has arrived, and everyone’s strength is unstoppable. At the end of the game, I was the only one left, and the score was the same as Class 3. The outcome was in my hands. It’s the last lap and victory is in sight. When I was the first to cross the finish line, my body leaned to one side due to lack of physical strength, and I was about to hit the ground, but I was powerless to stop it. Several pairs of small hands helped me up, and I looked up at them. I pushed them away subconsciously, but was pulled back again. "Yiyi, I'm really sorry. We know you feel very sad. When we see you falling down time and time again on the track and field without anyone to help you, we are really sad. But only in this way can we make you strong. You are too fragile and can break like glass. So we have to do this. Can you understand us? We have always been by your side and never left." I raised my hand and patted Shanshan on her shoulder. "Yes, my good friends. Thank you." Victory is no longer important because of them.

They are actually very fair and give guidance to anyone. I was never abandoned by anyone in this group, it was just a matter of how they trained me. They have always been by my side and never left. We are a group.

5. Write a touching thing (composition)

A touching thing It was another Sunday. On this day, the weather was sunny and the sky was blue. It was really a good day to go out, so, I I went shopping with my mother in the city. My mother and I came to the city square, "Wow! The changes in the square are so big!" I couldn't help cheering. My mother said, "Yes, look at the show over there!" "I held his* hand and stood beside the stage. My mother and I watched there for a while. Later, my mother and I came to the Guoshang Building again. When we were about to walk in, we heard a little girl shouting on the side of the road: " Who dropped the money, who dropped the money!" This attracted many onlookers, and my mother and I also gathered around. After a while, an uncle came panting and said, "I dropped the money." The little girl asked her uncle, "Uncle, how much money did you lose?" The uncle said, "I lost one hundred yuan." The little girl shook her head and said, "I didn't pick up one hundred yuan." !" The uncle walked out of the crowd with a shameful face. After ten minutes, a chubby aunt came over. The aunt said: "I dropped ten yuan." But the little girl said: "I picked it up. It's not even ten yuan." The aunt blushed and walked away. Suddenly, someone finally couldn't help but ask: "Little girl, how much is the thing you picked up?" The little girl spread her hands. Open, ah! It turned out to be one yuan. People around were surprised. Someone said: "You don't have to look for it. If you can't find it, just buy the candy yourself and eat it!" After saying that, they all walked away. My mother and I also Walked away. I think we all need to learn from this little girl. She can return the things she picked up to the owner, but she can't find them. If the owner can be found, I believe that life will pay off, and she will definitely The owner will be found, and she will definitely return it to the owner. This thing really touched me. Please accept it. 6. One thing that moved me, write a 300-word essay

Walking on the tree-lined road, flowers and plants adorn your path; walking by the stream, there are waves of waves. Decorate your road; as you walk in life, your road will be filled with hearts and love.

Have you ever been satisfied? Have you learned to be moved in every little thing? The true love in the world is heard in the songs, and the vows of eternal love are performed desperately in the TV series. I think it is not because of the lack of true love, but because I don't know how to be moved. Some people may think that to be "moved", one must have the kind of "tragic, heroic" astonishing act.

This is certainly good. We are moved by the desolation and solemnity of "the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the heroes are gone and never return"; We are moved by the love from this life; we are also moved by the sacrifice for the country that "no one has ever died in life since ancient times, leaving his loyal heart to illuminate history". However, life does not have thrilling events happening every day. Does it mean that life is empty? No, "what seems ordinary is the most extraordinary."

Often real beauty exists in the ordinary, and we are even more moved by it. Rodin once said: "Events are not lack of beauty, but lack of discovery."

We should not only pay attention to the results, but not care about the bits and pieces that make up life: the endless flow of intersections, the other side of the blind man's cane. One end was picked up, and he was led directly through the sound of car horns, and then disappeared into the sea of ??people without paying attention. At this time, my heart was warming. Where is the blind man? Wouldn't she be moved by this concern? In the bleak autumn wind, an elderly couple was walking in the sunset. They slowly stopped. One of them put his hands on his knees, squatted down slowly, zipped up his wife's coat, and then slowly stood up, supporting each other. Let's walk together on the road at dusk. At this time, a warm current surged in my heart.

What about them? In their psychology, this is also an unforgettable touch! Isn't this feeling of "holding your son's hand and growing old together with you" touching enough? ...We walk through life in these bits and pieces, and we savor life in this kind of touching. I remember a prisoner who was desperate for life. He thought in prison: "If I can inspire any praise for me, I will live."

After thinking hard for three days, he remembered his teacher in kindergarten. He once said that the duck he made was "a bit ugly, but quite innovative." This trivial sentence once deeply touched a person's heart and became the reason for him to live.

So, the more touching, the more hope. The road is at your feet, and hope is ahead. Collect the little touches that will become your lifelong wealth.

True love accompanies the heart and mind, and every step of the way in life, as long as you have a heart, you will discover the beauty of the world. Learn to be moved, and beauty will fill your life. 2. Moved Recently, some news is often reported on TV and newspapers, which reflects the low quality of Nanjing people.

But one thing makes me proud to be a Nanjing native. It was a Saturday and I took bus No. 97 to go to class. The number of buses on that bus was small and it was very crowded.

After class, when I was walking on the new model road, a strange scene happened. A long and crooked queue lined up along the street, with neither its beginning nor its end visible. There were no less than a few hundred people. The momentum was really shocking.

I was a little confused and quickly stepped forward to ask.

When I asked, I found out that I was waiting in line for bus No. 97! I'm a little scared. I don't know how long the queue will last until it's my turn! An idea flashed through my mind... At this time, I saw a little girl younger than me walking over with her mother. Seeing such a long line, she couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Mom, this is What are you doing?" The mother paused to tidy up her daughter's clothes, and said kindly to her daughter's chubby face, "Are they waiting in line for the bus?" The little sleepy girl leaned on her mother and said The childish voice asked her mother: "Shall we take bus 97 home?" The mother nodded and kissed her daughter on the face.

The little girl seemed excited when she heard her mother's answer, and said innocently: "Mom, let's line up at the back!" After hearing her daughter's words, her mother nodded knowingly. The little girl seemed to be a little excited. She took her mother's hand and jumped to the back of the team.

I saw the little girl hugging her mother and smiling so brightly. Everyone around him also smiled.

I imagine that in the future, she may beg her mother to queue up every time she takes the bus. I was infected by this atmosphere and joined this huge team.

Men and women, young and old, came from all directions in an endless stream, and the team was gradually growing. No one jumped in line, and everyone consciously lined up at the end of this "long queue".

Soon, bus No. 97 arrived, and the passengers all boarded the bus in an orderly manner. The long queue moved forward step by step. Unexpectedly, I got on the bus soon, seemingly a little earlier than usual.

When I got home, I told my dad about it. He seemed a little unconvinced, but in the end he was convinced by my confident words. Who said that the quality of Nanjing people is poor, and who said that Nanjing people are Xiaojing citizens, but I am proud of Nanjing and Nanjing people. I dare to ask, where is the bus order as good as ours? Although this is not a famous historical site or a beautiful scenic spot, I think this scenery is better than Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and Yuhuatai! Touching in Life Looking at a group of children roller skating downstairs, I was filled with envy.

I don’t know how, so I just have to watch it! It seemed that they were going to have a game. They stood in two columns, one team of boys and one team of girls, each wearing a helmet. The mothers also put kneepads on them, so their arms and knees were tied tightly, and the formation really looked like little soldiers about to go into battle.

The boy was already eager to try. He jumped up on the wheels, dancing, jumping and jumping. A big bead of sweat slipped from the tip of his nose, but it could not wipe away his smile at all. But the scene on the girls' side was unusual. A little girl wearing a pink helmet cried loudly, "I...I...don't...don't be the first!" The coach was a young man, hugging the lover in front of him. The cryer said, "Don't be afraid, you can do it! Don't cry, don't cry, be strong!" "I'm afraid, I'm afraid of losing!" The father also ran over, squatting down with his fat body and trying to comfort his baby girl, "What is there to be afraid of losing? Don't be afraid. 7. Write a composition about something that moved me

I have experienced many things, many of which are happy, touching and sad... Among so many things, there is one thing that I will never forget.

It happened one day a few days ago. My mother woke me up from bed during a drought. He turned over and looked at the clock and couldn't help shouting: "Oops, it's already nine o'clock. My classmates and I made an appointment to meet at the store at 9:30. ”

After saying that, I jumped out of bed, washed up, took a few bites of breakfast, and rushed out. The weather was particularly good that day, and the warm sunshine shone down on my body. The light was warm.

But I had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way. I just kept running with my head down. I looked back and saw a strange person walking slowly behind me. . I thought to myself: Fortunately, it was broad daylight. I didn’t know what to do if it was at night.

I held my head high and continued on my way, and before I knew it, I came to a traffic light. The intersection.

It happened to be a red light, so I just waited patiently outside the zebra crossing. While I was waiting, I felt very anxious. Then this stranger came to the traffic light and I looked at him carefully. , he was wearing casual clothes with a big face, and his eyes were like black gems... He didn't look like a bad person, he seemed to be just a passerby.

The red light started to flash, and then a child rushed out. I got on the road, and at this moment, a large truck rushed over. I thought to myself: If the truck hits the child, the child will be dead. At this critical moment, the passerby rushed out and pushed the child. After driving, the child saved the day, but the passerby was hit by the big truck and flew out.

At this time, many people gathered around and the traffic police uncle came. , the ambulance also came... 2 A major event happened on December 26 last year - a strong earthquake occurred near Sumatra Island in the Indian Ocean, and a tsunami killed hundreds of thousands of people.

We saw the families of the deceased crying on TV. We sympathize with them very much and hope to donate to the victims like others. The opportunity finally came.

One day, the head teacher asked us if we would like to donate. If so, we would bring it tomorrow morning. We all shouted without hesitation: I donated ten yuan, I donated forty yuan, I donated fifty yuan, I donated all my pocket money... At this time, I saw classmate Xiao Dan lowered his head and remained silent. language.

Xiao Dan’s father died when he was eight years old, and his mother is a mental patient. She can only live on a monthly subsidy of more than 100 yuan from the factory, and eats tofu and vegetables every day. Many of her clothes and shoes were given to her by well-wishers.

I thought: She must not donate. But the next day she came to donate with five yuan.

Five yuan is nothing to others, but to her it is equal to five days of breakfast and even five days of food expenses. Teachers and classmates both said: "Xiao Dan, your family is poor, so you might as well not donate."

She said: "No, I want to donate. I have food to eat every day and a home to live in. And The victims had no food and no shelter." When everyone found out that she got the five yuan from rags, the students all applauded in unison, and some even shed tears of emotion.

This is so touching, I will never forget it. 3 One day after school, due to my carelessness, I accidentally left my schoolbag on the school bus. My parents and I were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

At this time, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by bursts of earth-shaking thunder, and heavy rain poured down. Regardless of all this, mom and dad took an umbrella each and hurried straight to the parking lot of the school bus, but when they got there they found that the school bus had already driven away.

What to do? Will the schoolbag be taken away? There are still a lot of homework to do at home... A series of thoughts kept popping up in my mind. My parents seemed to see what I was thinking, so they tried every means to find the leader of the school bus driver, but the leader said It took two hours for the school bus to come back. There was no other way, so my parents had no choice but to hold an umbrella each and wait silently for the school bus to come in.

At this moment, I found that my parents’ clothes were all soaked, and my mother was still shaking. I was so moved that I almost shed tears, thinking: I really am. I have a good father and a good mother! Two hours later, the schoolbag was finally back in my hands. This incident is still unforgettable to me! 4 On Saturday evening, the sky was overcast, with drizzle falling from time to time.

A group of barn swallows played carefree on the road. Suddenly a big truck roared past. My heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I knew something unfortunate was about to happen.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a barn swallow slowly falling to the ground, and another terrified barn swallow, a little bigger than it, flew over. It lay on the dead barn swallow and pecked it again and again and called again and again. Its wings were still beating again and again, as if to say: "Friend, wake up quickly and stand up quickly." Get up and be strong."

The barn swallow was unmoved. In the end, the larger barn swallow was disappointed. It took a few steps away and looked back at the poor barn swallow, hoping that it would survive, but the barn swallow had been lying there motionless forever.

The larger barn swallow finally gave up in despair and flew away. This barn swallow told us with its life: This place is very dangerous, so get out of here as soon as possible.

Friday Today is Sunday, the weather is clear and sunny. It is perfect to go shopping in this weather. But I have to do my homework at home. When I wrote the three words "red scarf" , a familiar and touching thing, appeared in front of my eyes again. That day was also Sunday, and the sky was gray, like the gloomy face of God. At that time, my mother took me, a nine-and-a-half-year-old girl. Go home. Because I was studying electronic keyboard at that time, it was almost 18 o'clock every time after school, and it was already very late when I got home. When we walked onto the overpass, I saw many poor people on the steps of the overpass. In our words, it was too late. It’s just beggars. Some of these beggars put the bowls of rice they asked for on the ground, and some held the bowls in their arms, and hummed some tunes that they couldn’t understand. What I regret is that there are some beggars who are similar to me in age. The boy. I feel a little guilty, why can I study in the classroom, but they can only survive by begging. When I think of this, the sympathy in my heart seems to urge me to take out my sympathy and put the pocket money in my pocket. Give some to those beggars, even just a dime. But I still can't make up my mind, always reluctant to give up. I want to.

8. How to write an essay about something that touches you

There are many touching things in the world. For example, you will be touched when someone brings you milk tea in the winter; when someone else brings you milk tea on a rainy day, You will be touched when I bring you an umbrella; you will also be touched when someone takes care of you when you are sick... However, I have also been touched. I remember that on a windy and rainy night, I had a high fever, my mother Regardless of the pouring rain outside [Note: The rain was as heavy as water in a basin pouring down. It describes the rain as being heavy.], I put on my clothes and rushed out. Because it was raining outside, my mother stopped the car for a long time before calling for a taxi. When I got into the car, I didn't have any rain on my body, but my mother was soaked all over. My mother hurriedly asked the doctor to give me a drip. After I finished the drip, I saw my mother lying tiredly beside the bed. My eyebrows were wrinkled, tears were still hanging from the corners of my eyes, and my hair and body were still wet. It seemed that my mother couldn't even spare time to change clothes in order to take care of me... At this time, I was moved to tears. How I want to say to my mother: "You took care of me despite the pouring rain and sent me to the hospital before I could change my clothes. You sacrificed yourself for me..." When my mother woke up, she saw that I was awake and asked I said, "Lingling, what do you want to eat? Mom will buy it for you. You are still not feeling well? Mom will call a doctor for you..." Mom asked a series of questions, and I was moved to tears again. So I said to my mother: "Mom, thank you for your concern. You can change your clothes first. I will take care of myself." How great maternal love is! I was deeply moved. Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. 9. An essay about something that moved me

Being moved is like a sudden wave of waves in the sea. That kind of surge is shocking to people’s hearts! To be moved is like a quietly falling leaf. Only the extraordinary among the ordinary is more likely to move people! Being moved is like a sunny day after the rain, because when you are moved, you will always see many beautiful things.

What is touching? Someone told me that when you study hard under the lamp at night, your mother's bowl of hot porridge is touching; when you feel lonely, a friend's greeting on the phone is touching; when you are sick and hospitalized, a friend's visit is touching. ; When you have difficulties in life, it is touching to have strangers who have nothing to do with you stretch out their hands to help you... When talking about touching, the first thing that comes to mind is the amiable grandpa the cleaner. One day on the way home from school, my stomach "kept fighting". I tried my best to hold it back, but I still couldn't hold it in. Before I even got home, I vomited at the gate of the community.

Just when I was feeling uncomfortable, a grandfather wearing a cleaner's uniform came pushing a garbage truck. He bent down and looked at me, and said with concern: "Child, what's wrong with you? Do you want me?" Don’t you want to see a doctor?” A bad smell came to my face, making it even more uncomfortable. "It's okay, you don't need to worry about it!" I quickly covered my nose and glared at him, thinking to myself: Huh, I don't want you, an old man, to worry about me! It stinks so much, so dirty, please stay away from me.

Grandpa seemed to realize something and did not ask any more questions. He just looked at me worriedly. After vomiting, I felt much better and walked slowly home.

When I was about to get home, I looked at the place where I had just vomited out of the corner of my eye. I saw my grandpa sweeping the place where I had just vomited with a broom. After a short time, there was no trace of anything on the ground. There was no sign that anyone had vomited. I was very moved when I saw it and became curious about him. From then on, I paid attention to him.

A few years later, no matter it was windy or rainy, he would always clean up and transport garbage in the community. He went out of his way to educate people about the need to protect the environment and take timely remedial measures for destroyed grasslands.

He is always willing to help others. I was moved by my grandfather’s obscurity and selfless dedication.

He is a person with a strong sense of social responsibility and a dedicated person. Look, touching is everywhere. As long as you treat everything with your heart, maybe it will be touched.