In daily life or work and study, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. The following are five 800-word essays I compiled for you about moving to senior one, hoping to help you!

About the touching composition of senior one, 800 words, 1 In my mind, there are many things that move me, just like the stars in the sky, many and bright.

I 1 1 years old, and my brother is 3 years old. Once, I had a fever and felt sick all over, so I hung up the needle in the hospital. My brother snuggled up to me, and I don't know where his naughty energy went, just like a docile kitten. My brother blinked his eyes and patted me on the shoulder with his little hand, as if he had made up his mind and said, "Sister, I will take good care of you." Perhaps because of physical discomfort, my heart has become fragile, my nose is sour, and I fought back my tears. I involuntarily squeezed out a smile and touched my brother's head. The younger brother turned his head and solemnly said to his mother, "Mom, call Teacher Meng and say that I won't go to school tomorrow." My mother was amused by my brother's appearance as an adult and asked doubtfully, "Why?" The younger brother looked at his mother and said, "Look, my sister is so uncomfortable. I want to take good care of her. " Mom smiled and said, "OK, you take care of it today and go to school tomorrow. Do you want me to handle it? " The younger brother smiled, too. It seemed that his mother's idea was good and he nodded: "All right!" " "At this moment, I turned my face and let the moved tears fall on my face.

My three-year-old brother still needs his mother's guidance when he walks, but he wants to take care of my sister. I was moved by my brother!

This year, I 12 years old and my brother is 4 years old. I got 89 points in this math exam. My mother began to reprimand mercilessly: "how did you do in this exam?" You are not serious in class, do you scribble your homework? " I have been digging my fingers with my head down, listening to my mother's scolding. My brother heard my mother's roar, threw down his toy and stood between me and my mother. At this time, only my younger brother dared to interrupt my mother: "How can you scold my sister? My sister is the best. " Because of my brother's words, my tears began to swirl in my eyes. My brother pouted and blushed, like an old hen ready to shoot an eagle. Mother began to be patient and squatted down to explain to her brother, "My sister doesn't study hard. I want to criticize her, and she can correct it." Do you understand? " "I understand!" The younger brother answered without thinking. Then, my brother began to say a lot of things that my mother didn't understand, and my mother wanted to laugh and felt angry.

My four-year-old brother, who doesn't even speak fluently, defends my sister everywhere. I was moved by my brother again!

The joy flashing in tears is touching; The eternity of time is touching; And my younger brother, pure and kind, moved me.

About the touching composition of senior one, 800 words 2

I lost my mother when I was very young. Dad said that mom went to a far away place. I didn't know until I grew up that my mother really went to a very distant place-Malaysia, and always followed an unknown man.

In the days without my mother, I became introverted and irritable, and often quarreled with my father who raised me with hardships. When I was nine years old, my father brought back an aunt and said to me with a smile, "This is your mother." I didn't even look at her and shouted, "I don't have a mother!" " "I can't accept this reality and rushed into the back room crying.

Since then, I have never paid attention to that aunt, but she doesn't seem to mind my indifference to her at all, and still faces me with a smile like my mother's. On the other hand, since my aunt came into our house, my body has begun to have color, and the lunch box is no longer a single meal, although these are "hard" for me. People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless. My heart was gradually affected, but I stubbornly told myself that I didn't have a mother, so I called her "aunt" from now on.

Aunt seems happy that I call her that. She loves me as much as any mother loves her children: in summer, she bought me a long-awaited T-shirt; In winter, knit me a dream sweater. When I was a shy teenager, she always listened patiently to my troubles. She is a teacher and often introduces me to play with some of her students, trying to drag me out of the lonely sea. Sometimes, I think she is my mother and a lamp in my dark heart.

One day when I came home, menstruation was sitting on the sofa with tears in his eyes, and his father was spitting smoke rings. Later, I learned that menstruation was pregnant, but she refused to have a baby, because she didn't want me to be sad when I was just happy, but my father didn't agree. That night, the house was quiet, and I sat in the study silently, with an indescribable taste in my heart: a little bitter and a little sweet. When I came home the next day, my aunt was weak in bed and my father was sighing. It turns out that my aunt has cut a piece of meat in her life. Hearing the news, my heart trembled and my eyes were suddenly drowned by Wang Yang's tears. I really want to comfort my aunt, but I don't know how to speak.

I got up at night to go to the toilet and saw my aunt sitting alone in the living room crying softly. I finally lost control of my feelings and rushed over and said, "Mom, one more. I will take good care of my siblings! " "menstruation looked at me in surprise, then hugged me tightly, with tears streaming down her face:" Good boy, it's enough for mom to have you! " "

Mom, you touched me deeply-you made my childhood full of color and pulled me out of loneliness.

About the touching composition of senior one, 800 words 3

The glorious deeds of great men always move me to tears; The greatness of ordinary people in the ordinary also makes me forever moved, deeply imprinted in my heart and unforgettable.

Remember that Monday. After the first class in the afternoon, the representative of the mathematics discipline "rushed" to me and said breathlessly, "There is something wrong with your math homework at noon. The math teacher asked you to take a pen to the office to correct it. Hurry up! "

Hearing this, I thought, "How is this possible? I finished my math homework at noon, but the teacher called me by the wrong name. ! "I slowly took out the draft paper and pen from the drawer and came to the office with" great resentment ".

Pushing the door, I saw Teacher Ji telling another classmate a math topic, so serious and persistent that she didn't even know when I entered her office. My resentment was suddenly hit by an invisible force from "heaven" to "earth"-isn't the teacher for us ignorant students?

I don't think it's a problem to open my homework. I felt a little disgusted and frowned. At this time, Mr. Ji finished the topic and turned to me and said, "Did you find any problems?" Seeing my silence, she said seriously, "Mathematics is to test your carefulness. If you finish it carefully, you will certainly have no problem; " However, if you are not careful and don't obey the rules, you will have no quality and will only waste time. Judging from the completion of your homework at noon today, your homework is so much. Why? You have saved a lot of processes and steps because of calculation problems. Although the answer is correct, the process is more important. If you finish a task and give it to your boss later, after the boss sees it, there will be no process, and you will inevitably have doubts and may lose his or her trust in you. Now make up the process! "

The teacher's words benefited me a lot, and I can't help regretting my previous thoughts in the future. I felt sad in my heart-how ignorant I was! At that moment, my heart was like an overturned vinegar bottle, and a sour smell filled my heart. I was deeply moved. Teacher Ji is also an ordinary member of this world. Her teaching was so ordinary that I was moved-I almost cried. However, she is extraordinary-in my heart, in her persistence!

Like Mr. Ji, every responsible teacher is mortal, but in the eyes of students, I think they should be extraordinary-exchange their youth and knowledge for the future of our new generation. They became our guides and nameless victims! They have no regrets, so they spent yesterday, today and tomorrow in an ordinary and nameless way. ...

Let's be moved by our beloved teacher in the ordinary!

About the touching composition of senior one, 800 words, 4

The ancients said, "Old people are old, young people are young, and young people are young." A young hero of 12 years old showed the precious spirit of "young, young, young" at the most dangerous moment of the earthquake. He is a well-deserved hero boy!

On May 12, 2008, at 4: 28 Beijing time/KLOC-0, a strong earthquake of magnitude 8.0 suddenly occurred in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, China. In the earthquake, countless lives passed away like the wind, and countless people in China shed tears for their lost compatriots. At this critical moment, Tong Shiqiang, a sixth-grade pupil, snatched back 32 fresh little lives from the cruel death.

Tong Shiqiang and his classmates were having a Chinese class when the earthquake came. Suddenly, they felt the whole building shaking and the chandelier shaking. Everyone is scared. I don't know what happened. At this time, the teacher shouted: "earthquake, run!" " "Everyone rushed out of the classroom and ran to the playground.

Tong Shiqiang also ran to safety in the first time. However, Tong Shiqiang's life will not be selfish! Just when he was in shock, a loud cry caught his attention. There are children in kindergarten. In the face of sudden disasters, these children who are only five or six years old are at a loss.

This is too dangerous! Tong Shiqiang flew to the north wall in three steps and two steps to help the teacher transfer the children together. "I am a young pioneer cadre!" The idea flashed into his mind. One! Two! Three! ..... Tong Shiqiang has forgotten that he is just a teenager! He insisted on running back and forth, "save another one" and "save another one! This belief supports him.

Young people are strong, then the country is strong! Juvenile progress, national progress. In the face of disaster, Tong Shiqiang is not afraid. He used his solid back to open a bright window for one child after another. At that moment, I was moved

The earthquake is accidental, but the heroic behavior in the disaster is not accidental. Tong Shiqiang, who bravely rescued many children, was radiant at that moment, which is enough for us to remember forever. Survived, fearless This is his kindness and his courage.

As a brigade cadre, I also want to learn from Tong Shiqiang and his lofty spirit of being fearless, calm and brave in saving people in the face of difficulties and dangers. Taking heroes and teenagers as an example, we should start from the small things around us, start from bit by bit, set up lofty aspirations, cultivate good moral character, master excellent skills, and strive to grow into qualified builders and successors with all-round development in morality, intelligence, physique and beauty, so as to better build our hometown and serve the motherland in the future.

About the touching composition of senior one, 800 words, 5

Plant a green field in your mind and enjoy the freshness, but don't forget to pull out the extra weeds.

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I like plants since I was a child, and only that kind of "quiet" spirit can calm my mind. Perhaps by fate, the botanical garden he planted has become a beautiful sustenance for my soul.

Three years ago, I accidentally broke into a green world and met him, the owner of the botanical garden. I call him grandpa nature.

His wife left him many years ago and went to a quiet paradise. In these years, Grandpa Nature made a living by planting, day after day, and the days lived like this.

Half a year has passed, and something seems to be changing. One day, my good friend and I broke up in a heartbreaking cry, and I was very sad. I can't help thinking of the botanical garden. Stepping into this familiar land, my depressed mood infected the flowers, and they also quietly shed tears with me. ...

Grandpa naturally saw it and didn't speak. He took me to a pot of plants and squatted down. Grandpa nature taught me to pull weeds. I did it. After pulling, grandpa nature said with a relaxed face, "Do you know why you want to pull weeds?" "Because weeds will compete with plants for nutrients and hinder the growth of plants." I raised my eyebrows. "Very well, let me make an analogy. If you and your good friend are a tree and a friendship tree, what does that weed mean? " Grandpa Nature clapped his hands on the dirt and looked at me.

I froze, my body trembled uncontrollably, and the weeds in my hands fell in the sun. ...

Weeds mean misunderstanding between good friends, which is the biggest obstacle to the growth of friendship. My brain began to wake up. I don't know how to answer at the moment. Suddenly, a pair of big hands patted me on the shoulder. After the rain, a sunny sentence floated into my ears: "Son, put a piece of green space in your heart." When you enjoy this freshness, don't forget to remove excess weeds. "

I took a deep breath, as if I smelled the freshness from the deep heart. ...

I have never been so surprised by being moved. I walked out of the confusion and shadow. ...

A week later, Grandpa Nature moved away and disappeared quietly. Even the botanical garden was taken away by Grandpa Nature. In just a few days, a green world turned into an empty space. With disappointment, I turned and left, and a touch of green flashed. I suddenly stopped, ah, that's a pot of plants, a small pot of plants, a pot full of green plants! There is a card in the potted plant, which reads: freshness in my heart.

I smiled and looked up at the bright sunshine around me. The warmth surrounded me again.

Yes, I feel it. I really feel it. ...