Composition 1: "Teacher Love Moves My Heart" 700 words "Teacher Love Moves My Heart" I don't like him, and I hate him very much. He is our present head teacher and math teacher-Miss Deng. I don't like him for many reasons. First of all, our first class teacher was Miss Zhu. Later, Mr. Zhu fell ill during our military training, and the school asked him to come to our class. But Mr. Zhu did a lot for us during the military training and took care of every child like a loving mother every day. But Mr. Deng didn't do anything for us, so he deprived Mr. Zhu of his rights. It's really a misnomer Secondly, our former math teacher was our popular teacher, Mr. Chen, but since Mr. Deng came, he once again "tried to occupy his position" and became our math teacher, and he always didn't speak Mandarin in class and couldn't understand a few words. With the passage of time, my attitude towards Mr. Deng has changed a lot. I still remember that it was very hot at the sports meeting. After the opening ceremony, many students who did not participate in the competition went back to the classroom to enjoy the cool, leaving only some struggling athletes on the playground. But in the scorching sun playground, I saw Mr Deng. At that time, the sweat on Mr. Deng's face was as big as soybeans, and his T-shirt could squeeze out a plate of sweat. When the athletes in our class cross the finish line, he always rushes to help them sit down and encourage them. One day passed, and when I was studying by myself last night, Mr. Deng's former skin became dark and rough now. At that time, my heart softened and my attitude towards Teacher Deng became more and more. Now, Mr Deng is like our father. The students made a mistake. Mr. Deng will not lose confidence in him. Every day, I am. Teacher Deng always sits in the office and waits for us to study in the evening, takes us to the dormitory and then chats with us. We always bring our own snacks to Mr. Deng. Teacher Deng sent us to the dormitory, no matter how late or tired, he would go to the office to take our homework home and correct it carefully. I really don't like him. Do I really hate him? No, I like my * * *-Miss Deng. Teacher Deng, you are like a street lamp, guiding me forward. Teacher, you touched my heart with your most sincere love. I love you forever.

Composition 2: "Love touched my heart" 800 words love touched my heart.

Love is great; Love is selfless; Love is eternal. What if there is no love in the world? How do people get along? Friendship, affection, love, where will these go? Then, because of love, I won't be sad easily, because of love, I won't give up easily, because it touches the cold string in everyone's heart …

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Love moistens my heart.

From babbling to rebellious ignorance, who accompanied you all the way? It is your "parents" who raised me with selfless love.

When I was a child, I was in a daze. It was you who tried to give me the best and let me live a carefree life. Until I grew up, you changed. I remember when I was a child, as soon as I fell down, you would show a worried expression and come over to help me with warm arms. But I don't know when, no matter what difficulties I encounter, no matter how tired I cry, you are pretending. I know, then I know, I read your intention in my confident and independent character, right! You love me so much, how can you make me suffer? You made my life mature and took the first step to success. ...

Love, spread in my heart.

A teacher is a teacher for one day and a father for life. Yes, that kindness is unparalleled. Without your teacher, I might still be doing nothing all day. I don't know how to make progress, right? I am positive and progressive under your profound education again and again, and my grades are getting better and better. "As a student, a flower growing in the sunshine of the motherland, what's the matter?"

You can talk, but don't practice. One day, you said you were too irresponsible. "Teacher, you taught me to take responsibility." You are a girl, don't be crazy with boys all day. "Teacher, you let me understand the discretion. Teacher, you are a gardener, calling on our delicate flowers to grow; Teacher, you are a bright light to illuminate our future. ...

Friendship is everywhere.

Friends are indispensable. He is another self in our memory, and we are bosom friends who talk about everything. As long as we are one person, we can't live without friends. Sometimes, a sincere smile will make everything clear. Sometimes with a little thought, there will be a lot of jokes. Sometimes, a small move is countless moved tears. We will cry together, laugh together and face the unknown difficulties together, my friend.

Too much may be unpredictable, but as long as there is love in our hearts, everything will be beautiful, because love always nourishes our lonely hearts. As long as you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, love is everywhere.

Composition 3: "Motherly love touches my heart" 600 words "Motherly love touches my heart" She is an ordinary worker, a worker who can contribute to the family and a worker who loves children. She will always have the highest position in my heart, because she is my lovely and respectable mother. She is not very outstanding and doesn't like makeup, but she always likes to buy clothes and snacks for her children. She doesn't care whether children are good or bad in others' eyes, but in her heart, children are always the best. My mother has been sending me to and from school since primary school. She told me every day to listen to the teacher and not to be naughty. I may forget or think of her nagging while listening, but now I know it is maternal love and happiness. Once it rained outside, my mother still came to pick me up from school. I sat in the back seat of the car, my mother took me, and I had an umbrella in my hand. I didn't want her to get wet in the rain, so I moved my umbrella forward, but my mother said that I had stabbed her and asked me to recycle it. I know my mother did it for me, but my heart is still sour. When I got home, I saw my mother cooking for me like a drowned rat, and my tears fell. The children of rich families are always so handsome and carefree, but they don't know how to be grateful, love their mothers and hold umbrellas for their parents. But I know all this. I know it's not easy for parents to do this for us. Knowing that they have done something for us, we should repay them. Every time I visit on holidays, someone will always say that I have grown taller, but I am really sad, because it also shows that my parents are old and I don't want to grow taller. I also want my mother to take me to school every day and tell me not to be naughty and let her hold me high in the sky, but this is impossible. Maybe it's a classic movie, maybe it's my fantasy, maybe it's my dream, maybe it's nothing. Teach me how to walk without hands. You taught me how to grow up when I was young. You let me know everything I should know. When I see the smile on your face, I want to thank you for everything. I hope I can repay you for being a perfect child.

Composition 4: "Love has deeply touched my heart" 700 words love has touched my heart.

In this silent night, the wind was awakened by the meteors on the horizon. The moon strode up to my window and told me slightly that the swaying scenery in the autumn wind outside the window had grown green buds and produced sweet fruits. This is actually cultivated by the blood and sweat of my parents, and this fruit is full of bitterness and bitterness in my life journey. Words are endless. ...

In the dead of night, my mind is blank at my desk. No matter how hard I study, no matter how hard I try, my grades are still in free fall. On the surface, I look happy, but inside, I suffer from pain that others can't understand. So, I put down my pen, went out and took a breath of fresh air. However, inadvertently, I fell into a colorful online world. From then on, I couldn't extricate myself, getting deeper and deeper.

Until one day, it was a day with faint white clouds in the sky. I dropped my schoolbag and ran to the Internet cafe without looking back. At this moment, I have fully imagined in my mind what attracted me in this colorful online world. Just when I was playing the game, I suddenly felt someone standing behind me. I suddenly turned around and it was my mother. Mother has been standing for a long time, and I feel that the mental trauma has penetrated into the bone marrow. She never thought of the lovely girl in her eyes and fell in love with online games behind her back. Looking at my mother's dying eyes, I bowed my head. At this time, my mother didn't beat me and scold me, but dragged her tired body out of the internet cafe with tears in her eyes! Looking at my mother's back in the autumn wind, tears of regret also shed in my heart. I really hope that I can be older now, so that my sin can be alleviated a little bit.

When I got home, I was lying in bed alone, and the room was quiet. My father sat on a bench and smoked, but he never spoke. I know my father just educated me in another way. At that moment, I shed crystal tears. ...

Night arrival again, looking at the leaves swaying in the autumn wind outside the window, the distant meteor crossed. It pains me to think that my mother is exhausted for my future and destiny. Her face is covered with deep wrinkles. Over the years, I finally understand my parents' book, a burning book ... it is this love that deeply touches my heart.

At this moment, the morning star in the East has hung in the horizon, and I also bowed my head and combed the footprints of the past and set foot on the journey again. With the iron wings my parents gave me and their hopes, I resolutely ran to the colorful clouds at sunrise. ...

Composition 5: 700 words of junior high school composition-love touched my heart. 700 words of junior high school composition, love touched my heart.

With you as the center and love as the radius, let the compasses of the years draw a circular arc, touching my weakest place and my heart.

The scenery outside the window is picturesque, passing by one by one, and the dusk gently caresses the grass and puts a golden veil on it. A month ago, the same car, the same seat, I was sitting in the car, sleepy, and hit my head on the seat in front. I snorted lightly, and at another stop, a group of people came over.

A 14-or 15-year-old boy squeezed in with a palm-sized notebook filled with English words. I can almost conclude that she is one year older than me, and she is a student who will take the senior high school entrance examination in one semester. The light in the car is dim. Only a moment later, the teenager reluctantly put the notebook in his pocket and turned around and leaned against the chair next to the passage. He was about to take a nap when someone pulled his arm. The teenager turned to look, but it was an old gentleman across a row of seats. The old man waved to the boy and motioned him to sit in his seat.

The boy looked surprised and quickly squeezed past. The old man stood up, offered his seat to the teenager, and then squeezed himself through the back door. The teenager leaned against the glass window and soon fell asleep. The lights are on outside the window, and on the road, cars of all sizes are like groups.

Beetles waiting for migration trudged methodically on the flowing driveway. The mechanical female voice rang again, and the boy woke up and shook his head gently. After several stops, the boy stood up and walked out, as if to get off.

However, the teenager did not squeeze into the car door, but waited for a while and looked at the car door, his face full of surprise. Turning around, I saw the old gentleman who had just given his seat to the teenager. He is still in the car ~ it turns out that the old man didn't get off the bus, but stood by the back door. The crowd who got off the bus pushed the boy forward and passed the old man. The old man smiled gently at the boy ... the friendship woven by the old man violently hit my chest, echoed in my heart, sent out high-spirited echoes and collided with the most fragile corner of my heart.

This love touched my heart.

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Maternal love touched my heart.

Naturally, she-an ordinary worker, a worker who can contribute to the family and a worker who loves children-will always have the highest position in my heart, because she is my lovely and respectable mother.

She is not very outstanding and doesn't like makeup, but she always likes to buy clothes and snacks for her children. She doesn't care whether children are good or bad in others' eyes, but in her heart, children are always the best.

My mother has been sending me to and from school since primary school. She told me every day to listen to the teacher and not to be naughty. I may forget or think of her nagging while listening, but now I know it is maternal love and happiness. Once it rained outside, my mother still came to pick me up from school. I sat in the back seat of the car, my mother took me, and I had an umbrella in my hand. I didn't want her to get wet in the rain, so I moved my umbrella forward, but my mother said that I had stabbed her and asked me to recycle it. I know my mother did it for me, but my heart is still sour. When I got home, I saw my mother cooking for me like a drowned rat, and my tears fell.

The children of rich families are always so handsome and carefree, but they don't know how to be grateful, love their mothers and hold umbrellas for their parents. But I know all this. I know it's not easy for parents to do this for us. Knowing that they have done something for us, we should repay them.

Every time I visit on holidays, someone will always say that I have grown taller, but I am really sad.

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Because it also shows that my parents are old and I don't want to grow up. I also want my mother to send me to school every day and tell me not to be naughty and let her hold me high in the sky, but this is impossible. Maybe it's a classic movie, maybe it's my fantasy, maybe it's my dream, maybe it's nothing. ...

You tell me how to walk without hands.

You told me how to grow up when I was young.

You let me know everything I should know.

When I see the smile on your face

I want to thank you for everything.

I wish I could repay you.

Be a perfect child.

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Composition 7: 600 words ago, a breeze blew, and a leaf fell quietly, drawing a charming arc shadow in mid-air. This fallen leaf made me think deeply.

After all, everything will have a home, and so will people. From the invisible, it will return to the invisible. ...

This is a season of late autumn, and it is also the time when some lives end. I'm a little reluctant and attached. Watching the fallen leaves disappear in the branches with the wind, I actually have an impulse. I really want to reach for it and keep it with my love. But I can't. Is there nothing I can do, or I simply can't bear to break the harmony and silence when it dies.

In the end, it still fell and disappeared into my eager sight; Disappear where my eyes can't see; Disappear in the land of peace. Maybe at this moment, his boiling heart can finally calm down! It is not dead, but lives in my heart. Its passing let me see the spirit of dedication. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Is to turn yourself into food; * * *; Turn into rain and dew; Nourish new life.

Is the defoliation the pursuit of the wind, or is the tree not retained? Perhaps, it should not die prematurely, but this is life.

Life is so fragile, just like leaves falling with the wind. Earthquakes, snowstorms ... They make life so fragile that many people lose their lives! How can we keep them? Only hold hands tightly and pray for them deeply. How many precious lives have been taken away by disease and time! We can't keep it. They are like fallen leaves, disappearing out of sight.

No need to be sad, no need to cry. This is the cycle of life, and it will have its value sooner or later. We should be glad that we didn't go in vain this time. Our footprints will remain in the long river of time. Walking gently is like coming gently, without taking anything away, just dedicating yourself to the world and adding capital and glory to the world.

Life and death are not terrible. The terrible thing is that you have left nothing in this world.

Composition 8: "You touched my heart" 700 words You touched my heart.

You touched my heart.

In school, if people have an afterlife, I would like to be one of your teeth. At least without me, you will be in pain.

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I met you in a TV series.

In that TV series, the protagonist is going to see TVXQ!'s concert! , which triggered a farce. TVXQ!, as far as I know, is the Asian Sky Group, which is very popular and has broken many records. But in XX, I don't know why five people separated. From now on, I will listen to your songs. I also got to know you five sunny and handsome big boys: Yun Hao, Junxiu, Chang Min and, of course, one day, you, in China.

I like you from the beginning of a song.

The first time I listened to your song, Jiao was a song "Why I fell in love with you". The first sentence sang my heart, and my heart was touched by you. Your beautiful, gentle and clean voice intoxicated me. Sad and gorgeous lyrics and fresh and beautiful melody made me feel deja vu the first time I heard them, as if I had heard them with my own ears one day a few years ago. In an instant, I fell in love with Xin, and I fell in love with you more. inch

Because your voice touched my heart, I can't give up on you anymore. When I go to school every day, whether I am listening to God or jyj's collar, I can always recognize your voice at the first time, thus forming a special tacit understanding. And in

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When I hear your warm and healing voice, I always smile, and the unhappiness of the day, the troubles and pains of phenol are all gone. Your voice not only touched my heart, but also my spiritual sustenance.

What touched my heart again was what you said to Hou Xian and Pollen. You said that you would continue to sing stinkbug for Hou Xian, and you thanked Hou Xian for his constant company. Your love for the fairy queen and pollen is from the heart, and it can't be expressed in a few words. This makes me very moved.

Because there is your tincture in the middle. I will not blindly attack the ugliness of the world. Because the world with you is a wonderful world. I will be angry again if I don't shoot, because when I think of you at night, my anger is already out of the clouds. Because you touched my heart.

If you are healthy, it will be a sunny day. In school, if people have an afterlife, I am your lung, because it is said that it is the closest place to centrifugation. Let me touch your heart again.

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Maternal love touched my heart.

She-an ordinary worker, a worker who can contribute to the family and a worker who loves children-will always have the highest position in my heart, because she is my lovely and respectable mother. She is not very outstanding and doesn't like makeup, but she always likes to buy clothes and snacks for her children. She doesn't care whether children are good or bad in others' eyes, but in her heart, children are always the best. My mother has been sending me to and from school since primary school. She told me every day to listen to the teacher and not to be naughty. I may forget or think of her nagging while listening, but now I know it is maternal love and happiness. Once it rained outside, my mother still came to pick me up from school. I sat in the back seat of the car, my mother took me, and I had an umbrella in my hand. I didn't want her to get wet in the rain, so I moved my umbrella forward, but my mother said that I had stabbed her and asked me to recycle it. I know my mother did it for me, but my heart is still sour. When I got home, I saw my mother cooking for me like a drowned rat, and my tears fell. The children of rich families are always so handsome and carefree, but they don't know how to be grateful, love their mothers and hold umbrellas for their parents. But I know all this. I know it's not easy for parents to do this for us. Knowing that they have done something for us, we should repay them. Every time I visit on holidays, someone will always say that I have grown taller, but I am really sad, because it also shows that my parents are old and I don't want to grow taller. I also want my mother to take me to school every day and tell me not to be naughty and let her hold me high in the sky, but this is impossible. Maybe it's a classic movie, maybe it's my fantasy, maybe it's my dream, maybe it's nothing. Teach me how to walk without hands. You taught me how to grow up when I was young. You let me know everything I should know. When I see the smile on your face, I want to thank you for everything. I hope I can repay you for being a perfect child.

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That number touched my heart.

Class 8 (4) Li Yuehan Instructor: Li Li

The wings of the night covered the earth, and the moonlight cast a small illusion through the leaves. People hurried through the vast sea of people, and black figures disappeared into the hazy night. I wonder if there will be your back under the lamp, the back that touches my heart.

The autumn rain continued, and the raindrops hit me wearily and sadly, and hit my fragile heart drop by drop. The night is boundless, and the cold wind is coming at me with drizzle. I was alone and hurried on my way home. The figure of the figure disappeared at the end of the road and disappeared in the vast night. A street lamp shed a faint white light, illuminating people's hurried backs, and your back appeared in that light.

You are wearing a beige sweater, a brown vest and dark black jeans, and you are rushing through the crowd. Your fluffy bag is slung over your arm. Obviously, you just got off work. You are carrying two big pockets in your left hand, bulging, the thread is pulled straight, the bottom of the bag falls heavily, and your hand movements are a little stiff. I have several vegetable bags in my right hand, and an onion sticks out of them. I can vaguely see some golden oranges dangling in the bag, which is my favorite fruit.

I stepped up my pace and just wanted to stop you. A reckless figure flew past me. He got into my clothes with a cold wind. I looked up, and the middle school student who didn't know how to do it had the temerity to knock you down and walk away. You were suddenly thrown to the ground and fell heavily. The trousers were suddenly soaked in the bag in the hand by the rain and scattered on the floor. Those golden oranges rolled out of the bag and got a lot of mud.

You struggled to hold up one side of your body with your right hand, and before you could sit still, you immediately grabbed an orange there like crazy. You lean forward, stretch out your arm with all your strength, and grab my favorite orange bit by bit. You immediately wipe off the muddy water on it and put it in the bag carefully. Then, your legs are slightly raised, your waist is straight, your right hand tries to lift the heavy body with all its strength, and your trembling left foot finally steps firmly on the ground. You suddenly have to lean to the left again, so that the whole person can stand up straight. You endured the pain in your leg, pushed it up hard and stood up straight. Put your hands on your thighs with difficulty, and slowly raise your waist with a little difficulty. Before you stand firm, you take an anxious step forward. That number hurts, but it's full of love. Who knows those oranges come out of the broken bag again?

When I fell, I was so anxious that my body swayed from side to side, and I didn't know what to do with my hands in the air. Finally, you found it, grabbed the kumquat tightly, put it in the bag, and limped quickly into the night.

My tears soon came down. In order not to let me wait anxiously at home, you got up painfully; In order to let me eat my favorite orange, I desperately looked for it. It is the golden orange that deeply touches my heart, and it is the stumbling back in the dark. ...

I don't know if I will see the back that makes me cry at night. If I see you, mom, I will hold you tightly, tightly for a long time ... under the light, I will outline the back of love that belongs to both of us.

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