One afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. I came home from school and took a bus. The carriage is very crowded. I stand next to an old woman. I saw the old woman holding a bag of melon seeds, enjoying the city scenery outside, and spitting melon seeds out of the window from time to time. I thought to myself: this old woman is not hygienic. I wish someone would come out and stop her. I looked left and right, and no one asked, so I got up the courage to say to my grandmother, "Hello, grandma! Please don't spit melon seeds out of the window, which will destroy the urban environment. "
The old woman turned around, glanced at me and said casually, "Mind your own business."
I was very angry and confidently said to the old woman, "Grandma, it is everyone's responsibility to care for the environment. You should think about how hard it is for sanitation workers to clean the city every day! " Look at the street outside. It's so neat and beautiful. How can you destroy it at will? "I thought grandma was speechless. Unexpectedly, she said unconvinced: "If I don't throw it, someone will throw it. Can you manage it? "
I raised my voice and sternly retorted, "If you don't throw it, I won't throw it. Everyone should take care of themselves. Everyone should make some contributions to urban sanitation, be a civilized passenger and be a civilized citizen, okay? "
At this time, the people in the carriage nodded and helped each other. Grandma blushed and put the melon seeds in her pocket.
Yes, the urban environment should be maintained by everyone. Let's be civilized passengers!
Touching story composition on the way to the Long March, about 400 words.
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle. "The Long March is a heroic epic. The 25,000-mile long March is a long road. In order to save the country and the people, the Red Army marched forward bravely.
"Hengduan Mountain, the road is difficult to walk. The enemy is heavily under pressure. " The situation of the Red Army's Long March was extremely sinister, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of enemy troops outside, disturbed by the wrong route inside, and the supply of materials was extremely short. The sinister situation and fierce struggle are rare in the history of China. Don't all soldiers have the indomitable spirit? Our red army can't beat or drag down between bullets and snow-capped mountains and grasslands, and its bones are the hardest.
On the way to the Long March, the Red Army encountered many difficulties and obstacles. Soldiers crossed Chishui four times, skillfully crossed Jinsha River, forcibly crossed Dadu River, flew over Luding Bridge and climbed Liupanshan Mountain, among which I don't know how many soldiers were killed or injured. But these obstacles did not stop the journey of the Red Army. What forces made them create this thrilling miracle? It's the bright red five-star overhead. A 400-word composition on the spirit of the Long March
There is a story in the Long March: When the Red Third Army Corps led by Peng crossed the grassland, the grain ran out and the soldiers were starving to death. He gritted his teeth and shot his beloved big black mule in order to feed everyone. For the sake of his comrades-in-arms, Peng did not hesitate to kill the big black mule who had followed him for many years, which shows that he was considerate of the soldiers everywhere. When crossing the snow-capped mountains, Red Army soldiers were injured and died, but they never gave up and the road was difficult. The soldiers are still opening up a new road for the new China step by step.
There were about 206,000 people at the beginning of the Long March, and there were 57,000 people left after the end. For today's motherland, more than 200,000 indomitable heroes died on the Long March, but we will inherit their patriotism, indomitable spirit and great heroism.
The Long March is a miracle created by the Red Army of Workers and Peasants led by China, an immortal monument in the revolutionary history of China, an earth-shattering heroic epic of the Chinese nation and an unprecedented great feat in human history. The spirit of the Long March is a highly condensed fine tradition and style of our party and army, a concentrated expression of the indomitable and self-reliant national spirit of the Chinese nation, and an important contribution of the people of China to human civilization.
Three, help! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Touching stories around you, 400 words.
The sadness of exam-oriented education is really bad. I recommend you to read the touching stories in Reader and Yilin, but an article should have at least 1000 words.
Write a story about moving, with a composition of more than 400 words.
A hug, a greeting, a cup of hot water ... is like a pool of clear water, sweet and warm, pouring into your heart and nourishing your heart that may have dried up. Your heart will tremble slightly. It is a magical spring, called "moving".
I still vaguely remember that winter, it was snowing heavily, and pedestrians on the road were wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets. On the way, there was a man with a bag in his hand and hurried to the hospital-that was my mother. I got pneumonia that time and had to stay in the hospital for more than a week. My father just sends me meals every day, but my mother, who has been weak, stubbornly says she will come. During that time, my father asked for leave just to accompany me in the hospital every day. My mother lives a "three-point-one-line" life every day in order to deliver meals to me. the other day ...
How can you draw blood like this! The news came as a bolt from the blue, and I was stunned at once. You know, from small to large, I was fearless, and what I was most afraid of was that thin needle. My instinctive reaction after seeing it is one word-escape! I had to hang water every day for those days, and I tried to stick to it, but it would be painful to draw blood. My mother used to bruise her veins every time she drew blood, which was a bit scary. I don't know if I will be as scared as my mother. I've been thinking about this problem the night before the blood draw. There is always a "heart-to-heart" feeling between my children and my parents. They always comforted me and told me, "It won't hurt to draw blood." My mother also promised to come and accompany me, but my heart still can't calm down.
The next morning, around five o'clock, the nurse slowly told the bad news, and my heart tightened again. I looked at the door anxiously. Why hasn't my mother come yet? Didn't mom promise me? Why? Seeing my nervous appearance, the nurse sister comforted me and drew blood. After a while, my mother arrived in a hurry. She was sweating and panting. Holding a warm lunch box in her frozen hands, she limped over with a smile on her pale face: "When will the nurse come?" I complained, "Why didn't you come earlier? I'm out of blood! Didn't you promise me? " I turned over and turned my back on my mother, feeling a little unhappy. My pale mother looked at me, was silent for a while, and soon apologized to me. During that time, I seldom talked to my mother, and she didn't say anything until that day. ...
In my sleep, I vaguely heard the conversation between my parents. "Is your leg all right?" Still have a fever? ""much better, it's all right ... "Dad sighed. Mom seemed to know what Dad wanted to ask, shook her head and said slowly, "This is my fault. I promised to accompany her to draw blood, but I was late. Anyway, it's all my fault, and she should blame me ... "I dare not listen any more. I turned over, covered with a quilt, my eyes were wet and tears were streaming down my face. Two lines of glittering and translucent tears still unwillingly flowed out. It turned out that my mother had a high fever that day and fell down on the way. I remember my mother's staggering steps when she came that day, pale and panting. ...
Snowflakes are fluttering outside the window, reflecting the sunset, like a golden dream. The cold wind whistling outside the window, but my heart is warm ... moving from ordinary, moving from life, I will cherish every move, every move.
Touching stories heard in life. The composition is 400 words.
"As long as I don't give up working with Qi Xin, the people above will definitely save us!" This is the testimony of the trapped people trapped in Wangjialing mine disaster for 8 days and 8 nights.
On the afternoon of March 28th, a flooding accident occurred in Wang Jianling Coal Mine, Shanxi Province, causing 153 people to be trapped underground. With the efforts of rescuers for 8 days and 8 nights, as of April 5, 1 15 people have been successfully rescued.
How did they persist for so long without eating or drinking? An uncle of a rescued miner said: "We drink dirty water, bite coal, bite paper and eat bark underground. ..... in the end, many people couldn't stand it. At this time, those with good physique take the initiative to take care of those with weak physique; Old people take care of young people. There is also an old miner. When some young miners were desperate, he also told the story that three miners in Guizhou were trapped in the bottom of the well for 25 days and were finally rescued to encourage each other. " It is with such perseverance and mutual assistance that when they were rescued, they got light in the dark mine. I met my long-lost relatives and friends again.
After reading these touching stories, I feel that some difficulties cannot be solved by individuals, so we must unite as one. In this way, no matter how big the difficulty is, it can be overcome. Just like this mine disaster, it is difficult for a person to create a miracle of life.
The composition of six touching stories is 400 words urgent.
touch control
There is a story: a single woman just moved, and she found a poor widow and two children living next door. One night, there was a sudden power failure in that area, so the woman had to light the candles herself. After a while, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. It turned out to be the child next door, only to see him nervously ask, "Aunt, do you have candles at home?" The woman thought, "Are they so poor that they don't even have candles? Never lend it to them, lest you become dependent on them! " So he shouted at the child: "No!" Just as she was about to close the door, the poor child showed a caring smile and said, "I knew there was no one at home!" " "Say that finish, I took out two candles from my arms and said," My mother and I were afraid that you would live alone and there were no candles, so we brought two to send you. "At that moment, a woman's heart has never been touched!
When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.
I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.
For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold or is it filled with unimportant things?
Someone once wrote me a sentence like this: "The reason why we passed by was not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Yes, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.
Have you ever sincerely said "thank you" to those who have helped you? Have you ever deeply reflected on yourself when complaining about others? Because of the changes of the times, our hearts have become narrow, but life has not lost its touch, has it? We just didn't notice.
When you are no longer bound by yourself, you will find yourself moved everywhere.
Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; Thirst, a friend brings you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have someone to share your feelings with you ... See the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a flower, as long as what you see is enough to move you!
Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Touching can be common, but it can't be ignored. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What makes us turn a blind eye to the touch around us?
What is touching? A thousand people will have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.
Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.
Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.
Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.
If the world is mired in mud, please open your heart, let touch fill its emptiness, wash away its impurity, and let touch make your life brilliant!
Seven touching stories, 400 words.
One day, walking on the road, the mobile phone rang, and a young girl's voice came from the microphone: "Dad, come back quickly, I miss you so much!" " "Intuitively, I know I have the wrong number again, because I have no daughter, only a 6-year-old only son. It is not surprising that such things happen these days. I said angrily, "Wrong number!" He hung up the phone. In the next few days, this phone call came from time to time, which made me upset. Sometimes I refuse rudely, and sometimes I simply don't answer. That day, this phone call came again and again. What is different in peacetime is that I have been making unremitting calls over there and didn't answer. I finally held back my temper and began to answer, but the girl's weak voice said, "Dad, come back quickly." I miss you so much! "Mom said there is nothing wrong with this number. This is your mobile phone number. Dad, it hurts so much! Mom says you are busy at work and take care of me alone every day. I am exhausted. Dad, I know you have worked hard. If you can't come, will you kiss Niu Niu again on the phone? " I can't refuse the child's naive request. I kissed the microphone several times and heard the child's intermittent voice: "Thank you … Dad, I'm so … happy, so … happy …" Just as I gradually became interested in this wrong number, it was not a girl who answered the phone, but a low female voice: "I'm sorry, sir, I must have given you a lot of trouble these days. I'm really sorry! I want to call you to apologize after dealing with this matter. The child's life is very hard. She was born with bone cancer. Her father died in a car accident not long ago. I really dare not tell her the news. The daily chemotherapy and constant pain have tortured the child pitifully enough. When the pain was the most unbearable for her, she always shouted her father who had encouraged her to be strong. I really couldn't bear to see the child like this, so I just made up a mobile phone number that day ... ""How is the child now? " I can't wait to ask. "Niu Niu had already gone. You must have kissed her on the phone, because she left with a smile. When she left, she was still holding a mobile phone that could hear the voice of' Dad' ... "I don't know when, my eyes blurred. ...
This folk story is really a touching composition.
I remember when I was eight years old, my mother told me a folk legend-"Meng Jiangnv cried at the Great Wall". The story goes like this:
Long ago, there was an emperor in China. He named himself Qin Shihuang. After Qin Shihuang unified China, he was afraid that the northern minorities would attack his country, so he ordered the construction of a strong Great Wall to resist foreign invasion. However, the Great Wall is the length of Wan Li and needs many people to build it. So, he gave an order: all men over 16 and under 50 in the country should be arrested and repaired. There was a man named Wan Xiliang, who had only been married for three days and was about to leave his wife. His wife took all his clothes, shoes and socks and sent Wan Xiliang out of the door with tears in her eyes.
When winter came, she was worried about her husband who was under construction, so she spun yarn and made a cotton-padded coat overnight. After leaving 10 day 10 night, Meng Jiangnv finally came to the place where the Great Wall was built. She came to the barracks and said to Qin Shihuang, "I have come to see my husband Wan Xiliang. Please allow me to see him. I'll leave as soon as I give him the cotton-padded clothes! " Qin Shihuang ordered the prisoners to fetch Wan Xiliang. After a long walk, the jailer came back and reported, "Your Majesty, Wan Xiliang is exhausted and buried at the foot of the Great Wall." Hearing this, Meng Jiangnv rushed to the foot of the Great Wall and remembered her husband's torture and pain here. She couldn't help crying. She has been crying for three days and nights, her voice has become hoarse and her tears have dried up. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a large piece of the Great Wall actually collapsed. Everyone was even more dumbfounded. Qin Shihuang suddenly flew into a rage and shouted, "arrest Meng Jiangnv for me!" " Before the officers and men came, Meng Jiangnv hit the Great Wall and died! And "Meng Jiangnv Crys at the Great Wall" has also become a swan song!
Such a short folk story, but let me very moved! Meng Jiangnv even died for her husband Wan Xiliang. The truth is so sad!
Nine touching stories written in 400 words.
Mother's touching story
Everyone has a loving mother, so do I, but since my father and mother had a conflict, my mother moved out, so my mother and I always get together less and leave more. Although there are few opportunities to meet my mother, I still can't get rid of her teaching and care when I was a child.
I remember one time, it was a hot summer, and the ground temperature could cook raw eggs under strong sunlight. My mother wants to take me to town for a haircut because my hair is too long. At that time, I loved to sleep late, and my mother didn't want to wake me up from my sleep. I ended up in town at 9: 30 in the morning. It's past ten after I cut my hair. The sun has risen very high and the weather is very hot. There are few pedestrians on the road, and everyone is sweating. At this time, my mother will take me home by bike, which is hot enough. This time, she will take me with her, which is a great burden. My mother asked me if I was hot, whether she was hot or not. He also wrapped a towel on my face, put a straw hat on me and protected me with all his weapons. And she is sweating like a pig, pretending to be very relaxed. I see it in my eyes and it hurts in my heart. Sure enough, in the afternoon, my mother suffered from heatstroke and couldn't move in bed. She didn't even eat.
My mother can't get out of my mind.
I heard a 400-word tear-jerking story.
A tear-jerking story
Author: Red Snow
Ten years ago, a poor college student, Hao Wude, went door-to-door to sell goods in order to pay for his tuition.
In the evening, I found that I was very hungry and there was only a penny left in my pocket. He hesitated in the street for a long time, and finally got up the courage and knocked on the door of a family to get something to eat.
However, when a beautiful young girl opened the door, he lost his courage. He didn't dare to ask, just asked for a glass of water to drink. Seeing that he was hungry, the girl brought him a large glass of fresh milk.
He drank it unhurriedly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you? 』
And the girl's answer is: "You don't owe me a penny. Mother told us not to ask anything in return for charity. 」
With gratitude, he bowed deeply to the girl and said sincerely, "Then I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart! 」
With Hao Wude gone, he not only felt stronger, but also strengthened his confidence in life. He is desperate and ready to give up everything.
Ten years later, a woman was critically ill. The local doctors are helpless. Her family finally sent her to the metropolis so that experts could examine her rare disease. They asked the chief physician, Dr. Howard, to make a personal diagnosis.
When he heard that the patient was from his hometown, his eyes were full of strange light. He went to the hospital ward immediately. He recognized the patient at a glance when he came to her bed. He is determined to do his best to save her life. From that day on, he specially observed her illness, consulted all the literature and posted a post to consult colleagues all over the world. After unremitting efforts, she finally came back to life and overcame her illness.
Finally, the price audit office sent the discharge form to Hao Wude for him to sign. The doctor looked at the bill, then wrote a few words on the side of the bill and handed it to her ward.
She was afraid to open the bill, because she was sure it might cost her life to pay the medical bills. When she opened the bill, she saw a line on the edge of the bill: "A glass of fresh milk is enough to pay for all medical expenses! Signature: Dr. Howard.