Touching topic composition 1 In my memory ocean, there are thousands of small paper boats with memories in Qian Qian, and there is a small paper boat that has been floating to the shore of the ocean to remind me; Whenever I think of him, I always feel very moved. It happened on a rainy afternoon.
After school, a group of red scarves walked out of the street from the school gate, and various vehicles consciously stopped on both sides to let the red scarves cross the road. At this moment, an old man came riding a tricycle full of red apples. Just when he wanted to stop, suddenly, the underground slipped and the tricycle tilted to one side. Red apples spilled all the way, and the old man on the tricycle fell to the ground, and the car scratched his hand. The red blood flowed straight out, and the rain on the ground soaked his clothes and his trousers were covered with mud. Seeing this, several red scarves immediately threw away their umbrellas and went to help. A red scarf was holding an umbrella. In the past, he helped the old man up, walked to a canteen, sat him down, and took out his beloved little towel to help him dress the wound. The old uncle kept shouting, "Apple, my apple." The rest of the red scarf went to the road and made two red ribbons with the red scarf, which stopped at the two ends of the road respectively. Then, they quickly picked up the apples in the car. An uncle in the car got off to help pick apples. A red scarf said to him, "Uncle, don't pick them up, go to the car!" " Don't dirty your white suit. ""Never mind, you pupils are not afraid of the rain. Will I be afraid? " Uncle said, and continued to pick apples.
"Hua, Hua." It's raining harder and harder, but there are fewer apples on the road, the apples on the car are more and more full, and the red scarf and uncle's clothes are getting wetter and wetter. The old uncle must be very moved. I looked down from the window of my room, and tears kept pouring out of my eyes. I really want to go down and help! At this time, I saw several uncles in the car get off to help. In a short time, the apples were picked, the road was clear, and all the drivers left with smiles on their faces. The old uncle took the red scarf by the hand and said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you!" " "
The red scarf only said, "You're welcome." After leaving, the old uncle looked at a car full of apples, and once again he shed moved tears, and I also shed moved tears.
What a touching scene!
Touching topic composition 2 was moved by conch
Maybe it's a song, maybe it's a movie, maybe it's just a small fallen leaf. Sometimes these extremely common objective things will inexplicably melt in the most vulnerable places in people's hearts, making people cry inexplicably.
At the drizzly station, I couldn't make an umbrella because I was greedy for reading a novel. I left it on my face and hit it on my clothes, feeling sticky and wet. Pedestrians hurried on, and raindrops blocked my greedy mouth. Only the sound of rain and cars lingered in my ears. The rain didn't stop, and so did the raindrops. When I came to my senses from the book, I suddenly found that the raindrops did not know when to bypass my landing. I looked up at the pink sky. I looked back in surprise and bumped into a strange girl with a bright smile, curved eyebrows, white teeth and two lovely dimples. I also cast a trusting smile. Thank you, another big smile.
Bow your head, but you can't read any more books. In your mind, she smiled warmly and brightly.
I think, in this era, indifference is the most important relationship between people. Although I also want to be warm, I think strangers tend to one side because of their interests. Although I long for pure friendship, it seems that I am wrong.
Raindrops accidentally touch the page, like eyebrows and endorsements, more like her warm smile. I don't feel wet, but my eyes are wet
The wheel of life rolls forward, with no chance to stop and no room for thinking.
At the model commendation meeting, I sat quietly in the corner. I know that shining stage doesn't belong to me, and maybe it won't belong to me, because I failed in science.
Why should school leaders and outstanding student representatives speak? In my ears, my heart is just the sound of clean autumn wind. Han Tong, Han Tong, it seems that someone is calling me. Look up, it's the class teacher. Come on, this is a book given to you by the school to encourage students like you who have potential but didn't do well in the exam.
Turning to the first page of a book, a round, big and red prize is grinning at me. Is it encouragement? Ironically, I put Ben aside. Meaningless. I meditated in my mind.
What are you thinking about? The head teacher asked, huh? Oh, no, nothing. Then study hard and do well in the exam next time. She patted me on the shoulder with a firm belief in her eyes, as if she were the one to do well in the exam.
My heart is shaking.
Is there any reason why I can't do it well? Am I sorry for the class teacher?
As far as I know, that book is owned by only one person who has potential but failed in the exam. Only he, the head teacher, has made great efforts to prepare.
Its cover is sailing white sail. In the morning light, the scales of the sea are shining, and on the title page, in addition to prizes, there are my firm vows.
As the years roll forward, countless unique memory shells remain on the beach of life when the years are at high tide.
Conch is the carrier, blowing conch, causing people's inner touch, bringing personal precious memories, as well as inexplicable tears, which is touching.
Pick up the forgotten touch.
In this short life journey, we walked all the way in a hurry and panic, looking back, we can't help sighing. We have never tasted those feelings.
I believe that everyone has been touched by the bridge in the film and television drama, causing ripples, moving to the redness of the eyes, and even moving every time I think about it. Unfortunately, life is not a movie, and life is not a theater. There is no love and affection in life, and there is no music played from time to time. Will we not find the touch and warmth in life?
In retrospect, my mother and I only hugged twice. Once, during the 100-day swearing-in before the middle school entrance examination, we didn't expect to shed tears, and there was nothing worth shedding. But after some school mobilization, when I saw my mother shivering in the cold wind, I didn't know whether it was the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination or my love. I still held my mother and let my tears flow. The second time, after the military training uniform was displayed, my mother went straight to me from the rostrum. Before I could speak, she hugged me tightly and said that she missed me with a little tears.
Until now, I still think of these two hugs from time to time, which one is not full of affection and which one is not moved to tears. Because I come from this embrace, everything I have comes from this embrace. It was this hug that taught me to love and be loved, and it was this hug that moved me.
However, with the growth of age and rich experience, many of us have forgotten our mother's hug. We only look for these feelings on TV. We complain about the tasteless life, but we lose our most sincere feelings all the way.
The gift of life
Saying goodbye to her was during the last snow in early spring this year.
I dragged my suitcase downstairs. As usual, he walked me to the door. Don't go downstairs. It's cold outside. I made a casual remark, but he didn't answer. He patted my apron with his hand stained with flour and tidied my collar. You're wearing too little. He suddenly came with this sentence. You are such a child. I explained that there was heating on the high-speed rail, but I had a colorful old vest stuffed in my hand.
White flour stands on his white hair and white face. Because of wrinkles and shadows, he really didn't eat noodles before he went. I made it specially for you. I have to go. There is no time. I quickly shirked it.
When the weather is warm, I'll make zongzi for you. My eyes lit up as soon as I heard it. Only the dumplings wrapped by her are called zongzi, and others can only be called dumplings with stuffing.
He insisted on sending me downstairs, and I dragged the big box down thirteen steps, waiting for him to grope for the wall with one hand and grab the railing with the other, and slowly moved it down. It took nearly a minute. The next time I learned my lesson, I helped him walk countless steps and counted thirteen times. He was still out of breath, so he told me that it was not easy to quarrel with your parents when he got back. What grievances do you have to tell grandma? I listened quietly. Her hands are really warm, and the veins stand out under her loose skin. He lifted us up with these hands. Every palm print tells a good story!
The other end of the phone is still talking. Call me when you get on the bus. Don't talk to strangers. Alas, your parents are really, how can you go back alone? She suddenly stopped, thinking of something, girls don't be so crazy, look at your clothes, they are always tattered and dirty.
My heart stopped beating and I remembered something a few days ago. She is sitting under the lamp sewing buttons on my clothes, but I can't get the needle in. He lowered his head and his eyes were no longer clear, trying to look at the trembling pinhole through his reading glasses. I said, I'll do it, she scolded him back, and he stabbed you carefully.
Blood, quietly melting on his shoulder, I carefully looked at the old man in front of me. She has a bad memory. She must think for a long time before doing something, but what do I like to eat? What time does the school leave? She remembers which dress looks better than anyone else.
You must be fine. She followed the slowly moving car with small steps and could hear the sound of broken snow. He promised Qingming to come here to see me and give me my favorite zongzi. I can't bear to say yes. It is not easier for old people to establish social circles than for young people. When she came here, she was basically lonely.
Time leaves fat, but the temperature in the palm remains the same. What we desperately grasp is something that sometimes makes people smile and sometimes makes people cry. Let's call it love and touching for the time being.
It is a gift from heaven, hidden in the corner of life. He is a person, the only thing he can take away in his life, and even has the power to counter everything.
I watched him study geography and waved desperately. Gray-blue clouds leaned down and kissed the gray-blue earth. The snow stopped and the sunset on the horizon turned golden.
If there is a God, don't ask me what I want. Too greedy.
He, whose coat is covered with dust, his hands are covered with calluses and his trousers have long faded, is an ordinary and extraordinary cleaner.
He is everywhere, but he is often ignored.
In autumn, he is an ambassador to sweep the fallen leaves, and in winter, he is a "snowman".
No matter whether it is hot or cold, whether it is big pieces of paper or small paper flowers, he will clean it up. He only considers the cleanliness of the city and the health of the residents. What an ordinary and great cleaner!
He neglected his home, despised money and despised those who laughed at him. He often said: "We clean the city clean, but people praise the environment, but ridicule us. Now these people, I really don't understand! "
Great cleaner, go your own way and let others talk!
He is an ordinary and easily overlooked cleaner, a person who makes the city beautiful, the environment beautiful and the citizens live a healthy life, but he doesn't care about gains and losses.
That great cleaner! I follow your example, I am proud of you, I am proud of you.
Touching topic composition 4 Time flies by. In a blink of an eye, several years of development have become a thing of the past, and there are as many memories as raindrops. Some enterprises have forgotten because of the passage of working hours, and some students have left indelible marks in my heart because of our touch ... Let me hold these urban raindrops in my hand and tell you slowly!
I still remember there was a kindergarten when I was a child, and my father and I were on our way to school. . Suddenly, I accidentally fell down and rubbed my skin. When my knee hit a very sharp stone, blood immediately flowed out of my knee and I cried. Dad immediately picked me up and took me to the nearest hospital. Dad said to the old doctor, "Help her have a look." Dad is crying. The doctor will help me take medicine. Now I cry even more, shouting, "It hurts! It hurts! Dad immediately asked the old doctor to light the lamp. .
After taking the medicine, my father asked the doctor how it was above the knee. The old doctor said, "the kneecap is fine, but the skin is broken." Only when the wound has scabbed, let the scab fall off by itself. " Dad, we can relax now.
On the way home, dad, we have been apologizing for not taking good care of me. I thought to myself, "I really shouldn't have fallen!" " "Maybe it's because of my father's love!
This incident still touches me in retrospect, and I will never forget it.
Moving topic composition 5 Life is material, but it is also spiritual; Life is inseparable from material, but it is also inseparable from spirit; Life is realistic, but it should also be ideal. One cannot be unrealistic or too realistic;
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We generally think that life is dull, without poetry, and there are not many things that move us, and there are not many times when we are moved, but in any case, there are times when life moves me and makes us feel warm inside. Of course, there are not many such times, but we should be good at seizing and grasping such opportunities, that is, finding poetry, beauty and things that can move us in a dull life. This requires us to think with our heart and discover with our heart, not just with our eyes, so that you can discover the poetry in life and find what moves you in life.
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Touched by life, from one's own heart, the key is to have confidence in life and be full of love and passion for life. No love for life means no enthusiasm and indifference to everything. People who are indifferent to everything can't find anything that moves you in life.
Never lose your love and enthusiasm for life. Don't be depressed because you encounter a little setback and blow in your life. Always complain that life is unfair to you, so you will never find anything that moves you from life, and you will never be moved.
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Have an objective understanding of life and don't be too idealistic. Life is realistic, and reality is cruel. We must have this understanding, be psychologically prepared for life, and don't have fear of difficulties and pessimistic thoughts when encountering difficulties in life. As long as our heart for life is still warm, life will have hope, there will be things that move us, and there will be more times that move us and make us happy. The key is to look at you and your mentality. A sober life and a correct attitude are very important. Attitude determines everything and the direction of your life.
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Life is material, but it is also spiritual; Life is inseparable from material, but it is also inseparable from spirit; Life is realistic, but it should also be ideal. One cannot be unrealistic or too realistic; One can't live without dreams, but one can't live in dreams every day. We can't live in touch every day, but we should also look for and create opportunities to be touched. Our hearts are always hot, and our love and enthusiasm for life cannot be reduced, but can only be increased day by day. The love for life will be stronger and stronger, and there will be more opportunities to be moved.
Life should be more touching, more touching. People who don't know how to be moved are boring people, and people who don't know how to be moved are boring people.
Touching topic composition 6 Dad walked in front and I followed.
He turned and smiled at me and watched me kick a stone carelessly.
I didn't want to come out, but my father said to let me come out and go with him. He turned and left, and my heart was sour and uncomfortable. I had to take a few quick steps to catch up.
But it wasn't like this when I was a child. When I was a child, I always pestered my father to go out with me.
Therefore, in the cold winter, especially during the Chinese New Year, my little hand always takes my father's big hand and goes to the most lively place at the crossroads. My face is always flushed by the cold wind, but I still keep going. When I come to the crossroads, my father always buys me a bunch of Sugar-Coated Berry, then puts me on her shoulder and holds me high. The sun shines on my face, warm. I see an old witch riding a donkey, a lovely and happy doll with a big head ... At this time, I always clap my hands and be as happy as a princess.
Now I don't know if it is the rebellion of teenagers or other reasons. Even my father often said, "When my daughter grows up, how can she become more and more disobedient?"
Now, I walk side by side with my father, but I am speechless.
In this way, after more than ten minutes, we saw a little girl sitting on her father's shoulder and laughing, just like I did. My father just sighed, went to the shop next to him and bought a bunch of Sugar-Coated Berry and stuffed it into my hand.
My vision is blurred. ...
When my tears fell, I finally understood that if my father could lift me up, he would definitely make me a happy princess again. From then on, I can't forget the father's love that raised my head, and that touch was deeply left in my heart.
Be moved by staying in my heart.
Last winter, I caught a cold because I didn't cover myself at night. A few days later, I caught a bad cold. Although I put on a warm down jacket in those days, I was still very uncomfortable. My nose was like a cork and I couldn't breathe. Mom and grandma are very anxious, afraid that I will have a fever.
That night, I went to bed very late because I spent too much time doing my homework. In the middle of the night, I was so thirsty that I called "Mom" in my dream. The sleeping mother got up from the bed at once, hurriedly pushed open my door to see me, and touched my head with her hand with concern. "alas! Why is your head so hot? " My mother was very anxious and asked, "It doesn't matter." I thought it was nothing serious. "Why is it not important?" My mother took a thermometer to measure me. After a while, it was 39.2 degrees. "Go to the hospital" My mother helped me get dressed and took a taxi to the hospital. It was already dark.
In the hospital, my mother hung me up in the emergency room, and the doctor immediately showed me and gave me a lot of tests. Fortunately, there is nothing serious. "Hang up the water." After nearly three hours of infusion, my mother kept by my side, touching my forehead from time to time and looking at bottle after bottle of infusion from time to time. Before long, my temperature gradually stabilized and people felt much more comfortable. Then I looked at my mother's watch. It was 4: 50 in the morning. "You stay here, don't move, I'll come in a minute," my mother said to me. I fell asleep in bed. Before long, my mother came back. She brought me a cup of hot foamed tea. I took it and immediately felt a warm current, which warmed my heart. I feel a wonderful maternal love. At that moment, I shed tears of happiness and felt the greatness of maternal love.
At that moment, I was intoxicated by the incomparable beautiful maternal love ... Mom, I love you!
Touching topic composition 7 Life is enjoyed by everyone, because life is only once, and if you are not careful, you may disappear from this world forever. But some people can come back to life in some places, and this place is the hospital.
A bright red cross saved a man's life. How did this magical power come from? It is individuals who form this magical power with hope and action.
That afternoon, my father and I walked into the hospital arm in arm and side by side to visit my sick grandmother. My father told me the other day: "Son, grandma lives in ward ③, don't forget." Dad went to the toilet, so I went to grandma's ward by myself. However, when I passed the ward ②, I happened to see a touching scene: a little boy three or four years younger than me, wearing jeans and a crew cut, wearing a black vest outside, and lying next to a middle-aged woman with little blood on her face and pale hair, but judging from her appearance, she should be the boy's mother. There is also a doctor in a white coat next to him. I know this doctor. I remember his last name was Wan.
The little boy looked at Dr. Wan and said, "Uncle, is there really no way to marry my mother?" "There is, however, in this case, your mother also rarely have a chance to survive, and you have to sacrifice. If so, I don't think your mother will agree. " The doctor said earnestly, "Now, this is the only way, because after matching, only your kidney matches your mother's." "Then give my kidney to my mother." After the boy finished speaking, I clearly saw him in tears. I can see that he seems to be in a dilemma, one is himself and the other is his mother. At this time, while I was still dreaming, the doctor shook his head helplessly and left. I also went back to the ward.
After seeing my grandmother, I came to ward 2 again, and tears came out of my eyes: the boy knelt beside his mother and said something to her. At this time, the middle-aged woman opened her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Son, my mother is dying. What can you do? " Your father died a long time ago, leaving us both behind. Now, I'm leaving you again, and I ... "My eyes are full of tears.
Seeing this touching scene, I can't help thinking of myself. I let my mother or father do everything, and I enjoy a luxurious life. But this little brother wants to grow up alone. Compared with him, he can throw me out of the clouds!
The word "moved" is no stranger, but what really moved you? Let me tell you what moved me the most!
I remember when I was watching TV, there was a news on TV. There is a woman who likes children very much and wants to open a nursing home. However, due to lack of funds, she later heard that she could make money by picking up cinders on the rails. She immediately picked up the photo frame to pick up the cinder, but the imagination is always beautiful and the reality is always cruel. This job cost her precious legs, but in the end, with the help of state funds, she opened a nursing home. She raised a lot of losses. She walked up and down on the bamboo board. It was obviously the music of maternal love, but she still had no husband. Her neighbors helped her find a husband, and they finally gave birth to a child, and her work became more and more busy. ...
She is Xu Yuehua, known as the "bench mother".
There is a powerful force accompanying her, and she has an unshakable belief, that is maternal love.
Aunt Xu Yuehua, you are great. Your spirit is worth learning from all the mothers in the world. I was moved by your faith. I wish you a long and happy life.
Touching topic composition 9 Every time I think of that public service advertisement, I feel very sad.
Yes, how many children nowadays still care about others, and how many will be filial to their elders? However, the little boy did it. He brought his mother foot washing water, which made her feel very happy!
People say that parents are the best teachers for their children, but this mother did not deliberately teach her children to be filial to their elders, but inadvertently let her son learn a lot.
However, in our life, who would do such a trivial thing, and who would be moved by such a trivial thing? But the little boy did it. Although he is only 6 years old, he touched me, the people of China and many people in a new way.
Looking back on my growing process, I was greatly shocked. For so many years, I haven't done anything for my parents, not even brought tea. Moreover, I never thought that my parents had worked hard all day, but they never got the warmth I brought.
Parents are the key to a child's life, and the example they set is the most crucial step in a child's life. ...
Every time I see this public service advertisement, I am very touched and will send a cup of warm water to my parents.
Touching topic composition 10 whenever we think of it, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts, which is touching.
No one will deliberately seek to be moved, because this is a simple truth and a tremor of the soul. When we see our companions fighting for this group, we can't help cheering for them, and we will cry when we fail and when we succeed. What rises from the tip of our nose is sour, but what gushes from our hearts is sweet. Many people always like to listen to some old songs, which may not sound so good, but those familiar melodies and simple notes can always remind people of the past and recall the mood when listening to this song. Similarly, whether you think of sadness or happiness, there is always a touch that haunts your mind.
Therefore, every time you hold an old photo that was accidentally turned out, don't be surprised why you shed tears. Maybe that vague number is what you care about.
Therefore, there is a red leaf floating in the dream. Don't be surprised at it for no reason. Maybe it is the treasure of your life.
So, when I read an exquisite essay by the window, don't be surprised why my fingertips tremble. Maybe that philosophical deduction is exactly what you have experienced.
Philosophers say that as long as wisdom is unique, even if you smile everywhere, you can feel a kind of love, a taste, a charm and even a philosophy.
Life is beautiful, and touching others will touch you.