Those days moved me —— Visiting the 500-word composition of the actual military exercise in Liaoshen Campaign.

Whenever it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather and the most touching thing.

It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. The sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. But who would have thought that after school at noon, the rain in Mao Mao has gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood is as gloomy as the sky. What should I do? What shall we do? I didn't bring my umbrella and didn't tell my family to pick me up. Looking at the sky, the rain won't stop for a while. My parents are still working, my grandparents are in poor health, and I have no money with me. 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, "so-and-so!" I turned around and said, "Grandpa!" I cried out excitedly. I saw my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the string of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa. Grandpa quickly spread the umbrella and handed it to me. I found my seat wrapped in a plastic bag. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Grandpa said, "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself, so don't take me by bike. This road is slippery. " Grandpa is old, riding alone may be dangerous, let alone getting wet with me. Grandpa quickly said, "it's okay. I don't trust you when it rains." Let's go, it will rain even harder later! " I have to agree.

Grandpa is very careful at every step of riding. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on a raincoat for me. Raindrops 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. My grandmother quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, "Nothing, my umbrella broke down on the way, so I gave her my raincoat, and I got wet, so I went to take a shower." As soon as my grandfather turned around and went into the bathroom, my tears welled 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!

What moved me the most (2)

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But there is one thing that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love.

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, it's predicted to rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. 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 and never comes home at noon. Coincidentally, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry, watching the pouring rain outside the window.

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.

"Jingjing, come on, put on your raincoat." My mother said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. My mother's hair, face and body were soaked by the rain. I looked at my "wet" mother and her pale face and couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it always touches me and teaches me to be a good person and study hard. ...