A touching composition in grade six

In daily study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my carefully arranged composition in the sixth grade. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

In the morning, I walked on the pedestrian street. The warm spring breeze is refreshing, and the newly rising sun is surrounded by the morning glow over the pedestrian street. I walked at a brisk pace and walked to my destination with a happy mood.

"Didi Didi" came the sound of uncoordinated bamboo sticks hitting the ground. I looked inside and saw a short blind man who was over half a hundred years old, banging on the ground with a bamboo pole and walking with difficulty. He was very eager to hear my footsteps and came to me. He asked kindly, Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to China Road? ""Go straight ahead and don't turn. " I answered casually. When we walked in the same direction, I slowed down and followed him.

As I approached the Three Gorges Square, the blind man was confused by the sound of car horns and people's voices. What moved me the most was watching a documentary in the newspaper the day before yesterday. The name of the article is "Sister, I want to save money to treat you". That's a real thing that happened in the countryside of Qixian County, Henan Province: my brother's name is Zhang Qinghui, this year 1 1 year old, and my sister's name is Zhang Mengjie, this year 13 year old. Their brother and sister used to live a happy life, but disaster came in August this year. First, my brother Zhang Qinghui suffers from cerebral artery malformation, and then my sister Zhang Mengjie suffers from malignant osteosarcoma of the right lower limb. Due to the high cost of treatment, I spent all my money in two months and still owed a lot of debts. Just when the family was at a loss, my brother Zhang Qinghui made a shocking decision-to give up treatment and save money to treat his sister! So, Xiao Qinghui packed her bags, moved to the ward where her sister was hospitalized, and lived on the floor beside the bed. His behavior touched everyone around him, media reporters, the whole society and me more deeply.

I live in a happy family and live a carefree life every day. I will redouble my efforts to be a good student, a good boy, repay my parents, teachers and society.

Touching is a cup of hot milk in winter, touching is a word from my mother, and touching is everywhere. Every time I think about that, my heart warms up.

On a hot summer afternoon, my mother and I went to a lively vegetable market to buy food, fish, vegetables and eggs, but we didn't buy my favorite food-chicken, so an old woman selling chicken came. The old woman's apron is wrinkled, covered with blood and scraps of raw chicken. It seems that it has not been changed for many years. But it's quick. Those rough hands picked up a sharp kitchen knife and chopped the whole chicken several times. She cut it into even pieces. After my mother selected the chicken, she weighed it, 17.80 yuan. My mother began to bargain: "Auntie, round up an integer, 17 yuan?" The old woman refused, and her mother refused after repeated requests. She smiled shyly and said, "Girl, it's not easy to do business. Don't sell one less and sell one more. This chicken is very good. " My mother found that it was getting late and thunder rumbled, and it seemed to rain heavily, so she paid the money and urged me to go home, only to find that my wallet was gone. My mother and I both thought it was left by her mother-in-law who sold chickens. But when I think about it, there are hundreds of dollars in my wallet, and most people will be moved when they see it, not to mention the old woman who just haggled over every ounce, so I can only go back and try my luck.

After returning to the market, I found that there was no one in the market. All the vegetable vendors had closed their stalls, but the old woman was still there. She returned her wallet to her mother and said, "You left it in a hurry." Mother said, "Thank you. This is absolutely true! " We all laughed happily.

What a noble old woman! And this thing is like a tree on the earth in my memory, and I can't forget it. Whenever I think about it, I will be moved.

There are many touching things around. They are like stars in the sky. They miss the warm sunshine and the cold moon. They remind me all the time. When I think about everything, I burst into tears, or laugh, or sigh again and again.

Time flies, I'm a fifth-grade pupil. But what happened a few years ago is still fresh in my memory. This matter has long been forgotten and happened in my hometown. Grandpa was still young at that time. He takes me to the grass not far from home every day. On Saturday afternoon, grandpa and I played there. However, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. Grandpa took off his coat and put it on me, picked me up and ran home. I asked grandpa; "Grandpa, aren't you cold? Don't catch a cold in such a heavy rain! " Grandpa said with a smile; "No, I caught a cold and didn't let my little granddaughter infect me." Suddenly, a warm current passed through my heart, and my body was warm. I said; "Grandpa, don't get wet, I won't let grandpa get wet;" Grandpa went over and said; "Ah, it's very kind of my granddaughter to know how to care about others. Grandpa is not cold and will go home soon. " When I got home, my grandfather and I were soaked to the skin. I took a hot bath quickly. In order to prevent this from happening again, we take an umbrella with us every time we go out, so that we won't be caught in the rain. But we don't know that grandpa's life has reached the limit, but our life is still so happy and warm.

One Thursday afternoon, my grandfather died of illness. I'm so sad, so sad. I recall my grandfather's kind smiling face, gentle words, and the dribs and drabs I spent with him. I couldn't help crying. I burst into tears. In an instant, the sky thundered and it was raining cats and dogs, as if God was also sad for my loss. I looked at the sky as if I saw a light, and then a cloud. Like grandpa's face, grandpa's kind face, grandpa's gentle face, tears swirling in her eyes, quietly caressing her cheeks. I miss grandpa so much that I want him to play on the grass with me again. I burst into tears and quietly wiped it off ... People say that maternal love is the greatest, but I want to say that grandpa is even greater to me.

I have experienced many things since I was a child, from shells on the beach. Among these things, some are happy, some are sad, and some are unexpected. One thing moved me. I have never forgotten it, and I believe I will never forget it.

It was very cold that day, so I walked to school as usual. The whirring cold wind blew in waves, making me shiver, so I had to move my steps slowly. Suddenly, a tricycle and a motorcycle are about to collide. I was dumbfounded. "bang!" Two cars collided. People around me crowded around the two cars one by one, and I also squeezed in to see what was going on: the tricycle driver was an old man with gray hair, faded clothes and a hunchback, and the motorcyclist was a young man wearing a brand-new shiny leather jacket. Looking carefully, alas, the young man's leather jacket was spoiled by the soup in the thermos bucket carried by the old man. I thought to myself, this old man is really unlucky, and that young man is sure to scold him. I thought the YMCA swore, "Do you know how expensive my skirt is?" However, instead of scolding the old man, the young man flew into a rage. Instead, he carefully helped him up and asked with concern, "Sorry, old man! Only blame me for driving too fast! "

At this time, the old man quickly smiled and said to the young man, "Nothing, I got your leather jacket dirty!" " "The young man immediately replied with a smile," as long as you are not injured, I have tasted this leather jacket. "

The wind is still blowing in waves, but I don't feel so cold anymore. I even strode to school.

The place that moved me in the sixth grade composition 5, time flies so fast, like running water, many memories fade away in my mind with the disappearance of days. But there is one thing that has impressed me so far-deep maternal love.

I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, on a sunny morning, I went to school with my bag on my back. My mother called me and handed me an umbrella and said, "Rao, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so I'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? Mom has done so much. I dropped my umbrella and ran to school.

At noon, when school was over, suddenly the sky was overcast, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, followed by a sudden downpour and strong wind. All the students with rain gear went home, and the other students were picked up by their parents. Dad is on a business trip. It happens that my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I personally stood under the porch of the school gate, watching the pouring rain, hungry and hungry, and couldn't help crying, regretting that I had not listened to my mother and left my umbrella.

Just as I cried helplessly, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother was pale and struggled feebly towards me.

"Yaoyao, come here quickly," my mother said, putting the whole umbrella on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

Holding up an umbrella for a day, my mother's love umbrella gave 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. ...

Comments:

The little author wrote something that touched him the most, which made him regret it, but also made the little author understand the greatness and warmth of maternal love. What a blessing!

There are many little things in our life, some are sad, some are happy, some are unforgettable, some are touching ... They are like countless stars in the sky, but what impressed me the most is that time.

One winter morning, there were white spirits floating in the sky, and the air was particularly dry. In this weather, a traffic accident happened at the corner of Qingnian Street. There were a lot of onlookers, and the scene was in chaos, but it took a long time for three traffic policemen to arrive. These traffic policemen are really unprofessional! The car owners quarreled and they didn't come to mediate in time. Forget it, just a few people! I sighed lightly and whispered, "It's really irresponsible!"

Later, my father took me to Taolingou to see the lights. Near the destination, I found a lot of traffic police gathered here. What happened? The next thing I know, the traffic police responsible for traffic accidents there have been transferred here, because the traffic lights here are broken, drivers don't obey the traffic rules at all, many cars are on the rampage, and traffic accidents have almost happened at intersections and T-junctions in several places, which is extremely dangerous!

I saw that these traffic police uncles quickly dispersed and ran to a crossroads and started their work. They are well-trained at first sight, because the traffic controllers are particularly clean and tidy. Slowly, slowly, the traffic became smooth and there was no traffic jam at all. I admire these people from the bottom of my heart

After watching the lights, we went back to the car. At this time, it suddenly snowed harder, the wind was stronger and the weather was more ruthless. However, the traffic police uncle still stood in the snow. At that moment, I suddenly felt that they were great, and a warm current came to my mind.

I am deeply moved by this incident, and I will never forget it.

There are many touching things in life, hidden in our hearts like shining pearls. Today I will choose the most dazzling pearl and present it in front of your eyes.

I remember it was a weekend, and my mother took me shopping. When I walked to North Street, I suddenly saw a middle-aged couple standing in the middle of the street. They all knelt on the ground and stood next to a sign with a picture of the girl. In the photo, she wore a school uniform, big eyes, shoulder-length hair and smiled. At first glance, he is a pupil. I looked down carefully and found that this girl was the couple's daughter. Unfortunately, she suffered from this disease.

I cried after reading it, but I am a child with limited ability and can't do anything! Suddenly, I saw a man in his thirties, tall, dark and kind-hearted. He walked up to them and donated one hundred yuan at a time. Under the guidance of the middle-aged man, the onlookers nodded frequently and donated different amounts of money. At this time, I saw the couple with tears in their eyes, bowed and said, "Thank you, there are still many good people in this world!" " "

Seeing this scene, I was moved to tears. I thought no one would donate money, but what I never expected was that everyone donated money under the guidance of middle-aged men. Under the kind guidance, I couldn't help but dig out my pocket and found that there was still five yuan in my pocket, so I donated it to the couple without hesitation. Which middle-aged woman looked up at me and cried, "Thank you, my daughter was as lovely as you before she got sick." In addition, I silently wish this young lady a successful operation and an early recovery!

This incident really moved me, so I wrote this article to record this touching moment.

Therefore, moving is a true emotional expression. Our life needs to be touched, just like the stars in the night sky, shining and illuminating the whole colorful world.

The day before yesterday, the school sent a special postcard to every student. In the evening, I showed it to my parents and asked, "Why did the school send us postcards?" Dad said to me earnestly: "This is to let you establish the belief of promoting social integrity and advocating courage." To give you a better understanding, let me tell you a true story about this. "

This year's 165438+24 10, at about 6 pm, a boat of Jiangsu Oilfield Geological Mediation Team 206 was picking up workers from work. On the way, due to the small number of people on board, the bow was hit by water, the stern sank, and all 14 people on board fell into the water. The most worrying thing is that only 65438 people out of 14 are in the water. At this critical juncture, Yan Ruxi, a 6 1 year-old man with rich water experience, heard "Help! Help! ..... "After a heartbreaking cry for help, they immediately put down their work and rushed to the scene with their wives. They did not hesitate to use a 6-meter-long bamboo pole to reach the workers who fell into the water, one, two, three ... The old couple ignored their own safety and dragged the dying workers into the boat with a bamboo pole, and nine workers were rescued.

After listening to this story, I was very moved and admired Yan Ruxi's heroic feat. He is an ordinary old fisherman who can rescue unknown workers at all costs regardless of his own safety. Not everyone can do this. This spirit is lacking by many people and should be vigorously promoted in today's society. With this in mind, I want to ask people in the whole society, what will you do when you encounter the same situation? Despair or chicken out.

Do you have any feelings after hearing this story? Now, I finally understand why the school sent this postcard. It is to educate us to be excellent teenagers who "promote social integrity and advocate being brave" from an early age.

This afternoon, our squadron held a donation activity hand in hand. There are three students in our squadron who can't afford school uniforms because of financial difficulties at home. If the school is going to hold an activity, all the students in the squadron will wear school uniforms, but only these three students are not wearing them. They will be very sad, and everyone must be very sad. Our squadron is a warm and United group, and we must not let a classmate feel sad, sad and lonely. We should take the initiative to extend a warm little hand to them and offer a love to help them overcome difficulties. The donation activity is about to begin. There are ten big characters written on the blackboard: "Join hands, offer love and donate". The squadron leader and the brigade Committee jointly made a brief mobilization: in order to let three students put on school uniforms, they called on all the students in the squadron to show their love. The activity has begun. The teacher donated ten yuan first, and the classroom immediately burst into warm applause. Students are not willing to lag behind, three yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, and donate all their pocket money to three students without hesitation. Some students donated once and again. It is really "one side is in trouble, and all sides support it." After the students donated money, three students excitedly stepped onto the platform. They were moved to tears and could not speak. Xiao Suwen choked and said, "Thank you, teacher. Thank you." After the donation activity, I seem to see these three students wearing neat and beautiful school uniforms, playing games, attending classes and participating in various school activities happily with us. This activity made us deeply feel the infinite warmth of the squadron.

In my memory, there are countless touching things. Perhaps, with the passage of time, many memories have been diluted. But it's fresh in my mind. ...

I remember when I was 7 years old, it was a cold winter with wind and rain, and my mother and I went shopping. When I walked to the door of the supermarket, my mother wanted to go to the bathroom and told me to wait for her outside. I saw an old woman with messy hair and ragged clothes, and her clothes were covered with large and small patches. She put her hands around her knees and looked at passers-by with begging eyes. After a while, she turned her eyes to me. Her talking eyes seem to tell me, "I haven't eaten for a long time. Please, be kind." I spread out my hands and shook my head helplessly. Her hopeful eyes showed infinite despair, and she slowly lowered her head as if waiting for death. ...

"Grandma, are you ... are you hungry? Here you are, here you are ... Eat ... "Suddenly, a little girl said hesitantly, giving the old woman a warm meat steamed stuffed bun. It seems that the old woman can't speak, and she doesn't seem to have the strength to speak. She could only look at the little girl gratefully and wolfed down the steamed stuffed bun. Other pedestrians stopped, put down their work and came to watch.

Soon, another little boy gave the old woman a steamed bun. He didn't say anything. When the old woman took the steamed bread from him, he ran away without looking back. Seems a little shy.

Tears welled up in the eyes of onlookers. No matter the rich or ordinary people dressed in wealth, even the shopkeepers in rags took money out of their bags and gently put it in front of the grandmother. Grandma cried, shed tears of happiness, tears of gratitude, tears of emotion! At this moment, I saw my mother come out. I rushed over and pointed at the old woman. My mother gave me ten dollars without saying anything. I took the money and gave it to my grandmother eagerly. At that moment, I shed tears, and everyone present was moved to tears!

At that time, I was moved from the heart and understood a truth: giving is the most touching thing! We should pay more and take less!

Touching things in the sixth grade composition 1 1 In a person's life, there are many big or small things that can make him cry. Of course, me too, but what I remember most is the training scene:

One day, our teacher Hu suddenly said to him, "There will be a competition soon. You can only go to one, and you two will have a competition." (I was there, I heard it) At that time, Liu Yulu was very sad. I leaned over and asked, "What did Liu Yulu do? Why are you so sad? " Liu Yulu's eyes filled with tears, clutching his stomach, said, "I don't know what happened today, and my stomach hurts badly!" "I looked at Liu Yulu in pain, and it really hurt. I tried to persuade Liu Yulu not to run, but she was very stubborn and said she had to run. I think she is too stubborn to persuade.

"Take your positions-run" Listening to the shouts, Liu Yulu ran as fast as usual ... After running 500 meters, Liu Yulu's lips began to turn purple. I saw it and shouted, "Liu Yulu, do you still insist? Your lips are purple. " I only saw her lick her lips with her tongue and run away. I thought to myself, this teacher Hu didn't stop, and her lips turned purple. Thinking about it, Liu Yulu finished running, and she won the first place. As soon as she came over, I immediately went to her side, holding her back with my left hand and holding her hand with my right. I was surprised to see Liu Yulu's tears streaming down one by one. I asked, "Are you so tired?" "Because I want to win glory for the school, I also want to participate in the competition. I can't give up this opportunity." After that, she wiped her tears with her hand, smiled at me and walked slowly, clutching her stomach.

I looked at her back and shed tears. I was moved by his spirit, and I think his spirit is worth learning.

Touching things in the sixth grade composition 12 Many touching things happened around me, and what impressed me the most was the school where I was a tutor.

It was Saturday afternoon and I came to the classroom. As soon as the class begins, the teacher will recite the homework assigned in the last class-recite the text of lesson 65438 +02 1. I thought to myself: no, I haven't recited this text yet! If I am drawn, I won't be able to recite it, but the teacher said I should recite it fluently, or I won't pass the exam. I hope you don't draw me, don't draw me! "Jin Qiannan, come back." The teacher's crisp voice rang. Hearing this sentence, my hanging heart was put down again, and I was glad that I was not chosen to carry it. Just when I was secretly glad, the teacher said another sentence, which made me feel so sad. She said, "OK, Jin Qiannan, you can recite it here, Xu Jiamin, and you can recite it at the next one." I recited the following contents in one breath, during which I found that the teacher frowned several times, as if he was dissatisfied with me, denied me and disappointed me. When I finished reciting, the teacher said something I had expected. Her tone was mixed with some dissatisfaction. She said to me, "Did you recite it when you went back?" Not skilled at all! Stay after class and go back when you are fluent. You got it? "I see. "I said weakly." Next, let's begin our class. "

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At the end of our long class, I was called to an empty classroom by the teacher and asked me to recite here. I went to the next class again. Just when I was about to despair, I found a figure shaking at the door. I looked at it carefully. Ah! It's Sun Qingqing! "Why are you here?" I asked doubtfully. She smiled and replied, "I'll teach you how to recite it, or when will you go back?" "Then I thank you first." I said gratefully. "You're welcome, we are good friends!"

With the help of Sun Qingqing, I recited the text quickly. When she helped me, my heart was sour and tears seemed to be spinning in my eyes. I know it's the tears that moved me, and the sincere friendship that touched my friends.

Touching things in the sixth grade composition 13 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies …" Every time I hear this song, I think of a recent thing. It was an afternoon, and I came home from school, feeling very uncomfortable and wanting to sleep. I said to my mother, "Mom, I don't want to eat, I want to sleep." My mother thinks something is wrong, because I am a "night owl" and never want to sleep after school. My mother touched my forehead and said, "Ah! It's so hot, do you have a fever? I'll get the thermometer, and you sit still. " My mother ran to get a thermometer to take my temperature. My mother is always by my side. After ten minutes, my mother took out her thermometer and exclaimed, "Ah! 40 degrees! No wonder I want to sleep!

Go, hurry to the hospital. "My mother looked at me uncomfortable, picked me up and left, but I have grown up, and it is very difficult for my mother to hold me. I asked my mother to put me down and let me go by myself. My mother said, "Nothing, it's faster this way. "Out of the community gate, I went to the hospital soon, and my mother was too tired to breathe. At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. My mother explained the situation to the doctor anxiously. The doctor prescribed some medicine for infusion, and my mother took me to the infusion room for infusion. Although my mother was very tired at this time, she took good care of me and sat beside me. I slept in a daze and woke up to find my mother sitting next to me. When I woke up, I said, "Are you better?" I nodded. After taking medicine by infusion, my mother took me home again, boiled water to take medicine and watched me sleep. After several days of careful nursing by my mother, I recovered quickly, but my mother lost a whole circle. When I was growing up, there were many things that moved me. I want to say to my mother: Mom, I love you!

There is a good saying in the sixth grade composition 14: "People are moved because they live in love." Love is everywhere in life, and touching is everywhere. There is such a story that touched me-

There was a boy who lived alone with his only relative and sister because his parents died young. However, disaster befalls these two unfortunate children again. My sister is very ill and needs blood transfusion. But the blood in the hospital is too expensive, and the boy has no money to pay any fees. Although the hospital exempted the operation fee, his sister would still die without blood transfusion.

As the only relative of my sister, the boy's blood type is the same as my sister's. Ask the boy if he is brave and has the courage to bear the pain when drawing blood. The boy began to hesitate. 1 1 year-old brain finally nodded after some thinking.

When drawing blood, the boy quietly didn't make a sound, just smiled at his sister in the next bed. After drawing blood, the boy asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?"

The doctor wanted to laugh at the boy's ignorance, but he was shocked: in the brain of a boy aged1/kloc-0, he thought that blood transfusion would kill him, but he was still willing to donate blood to his sister. At that moment, the boy decided to be brave all his life and make up his mind to die.

The doctor's palms are sweating. He held the boy's hand tightly and said, "don't worry, you won't die." Blood transfusion will not lose life. "

The boy's eyes lit up: "Really? Then how many years can I live? "

The doctor smiled and said lovingly, "You can live to be 1 10 years old. Young man, you are very healthy!" "The boy jumped and jumped for joy. After confirming that he was really okay, he rolled up his arm again-the arm that had just been bleeding, raised his head and solemnly said to the doctor, "Then give half my blood to my sister, and each of us will live for xx years! "

It is because of this boy's courage, his kindness and innocence that I am moved. This is not a child's unintentional promise, but the most precious love in the world.

Sixth grade composition 15 moving is a wonderful poem, moving is a beautiful painting. Moved to let us feel a lot of happiness and joy! In life, we are often moved by all kinds of people and things. One thing left a deep impression on me.

It was an afternoon when I came home from school. Grandpa asked me to go to the Woods behind the house to see if there were any birds in his bird net. This is a dense forest. There are many lovely animals and birds living here. Grandpa often casts a net to catch birds here. I followed grandpa's orders and came to the forest where grandpa cast his net. I heard a few birds chirping anxiously in the distance, and I knew there must be a bird trapped in grandpa's bird net. I looked at the first four bird nets in a row, but there were no birds. I wonder: did the last net catch several birds at once? Looking closer, it turned out to be a lovely and beautiful bird that was born only a few months ago and was caught in the net. There are two big birds outside the net, which should be the parents of the birds. They are so anxious that they try their best to peck at the bird net again and again, trying to save the birds. Although they failed again and again, they still persisted and did not give up. Birds are accompanied by their parents, without the fear I imagined. I think it must believe that its parents will save it.

Looking at these three birds, I was deeply moved. I think of my parents. If it is a life-threatening person like me, how anxious and sad my parents who love me deeply should be! Aren't all birds the same? So, I quickly released the birds in the net. The family of three called me a few times gratefully, and then flew away singing happily. When I got home, I described the touching scene to my grandfather and told him never to catch birds again. Grandpa was also very moved and nodded heavily. I am very happy! That night, I also had a dream that a large group of beautiful birds were holding a celebration party!

Since then, I have always had a strong desire in my heart: I hope that each of us can consciously care for birds and let them live happily on this earth like us!