Mobile 4th grade composition1On March 5th, Xikang Road was not as quiet as before, and there were shouts of selling. That voice is so beautiful that there is no noise; That voice is so real, without any selfishness. The place where the voice came from was a charity sale organized by Hohai University students. The items on the charity sale are adult winter and autumn clothes, which are cheap and good. The big sign reads: "If you buy it inadvertently, it will become the warmth of a classmate!"
My aunt and I stopped the electric car after seeing it. Aunt went in to choose clothes, and I waited by the car. At this time, an old woman came over and took out her wallet. She took out a hundred dollars from her wallet and said, "I want to donate a hundred dollars." I was deeply moved by grandma's behavior. Several students from Hohai University immediately said, "Grandma, this is a charity sale. You can choose a few clothes inside. " After that, grandma went in to choose clothes under the guidance of her classmates. After a while, my aunt came out. She bought two clothes and we went home happily.
When I get home and think of Hohai University students' charity sale again, I will think of a sentence: Charity is a ray of sunshine, illuminating every corner of the world; Charity is a clear spring that nourishes your heart and mine.
Today is a fine day. I put on a red scarf, had breakfast and went to school happily with my schoolbag on my back.
"Birds lead the way, the wind blows to us, and we come to the garden and the spring-like grass …" I hummed and walked briskly all the way. I don't know why, today, I am in a particularly good mood.
"Bang-"Suddenly, I heard a loud noise and saw a little girl on a skateboard fall heavily to the ground. It turned out that her skateboard tripped over a small stone. She fell to her knees with clods on her little pink skirt. Her eyes turned red slowly, and then she burst into tears. A big sister on a bicycle stopped and I didn't know what to do. She got out of the car, stepped forward to help the little girl and patted the dirt off her little pink skirt. She also blew the dust on the little girl's hands, took out a delicious paper towel and dried her tears. The elder sister said nothing, but the little girl magically stopped crying. She said happily, "Thank you, sister." The elder sister also said happily, "You're welcome. Be careful in the future. " Then, I got on my bike and left.
Today, it is really a sunny day. The little girl is very happy. She may never forget that kind elder sister. I am also very happy, continue to go to school in the sun.
Today is really a happy day.
I was moved by one thing I heard on the radio during the winter vacation. Oda, who works in a supermarket in Xi 'an, found a car driver's license on the sidewalk with six train tickets in it. Thinking that the owner might be in a hurry, Oda deliberately asked for leave from the unit and looked around for the owner. Later, with the help of the police station, I did not contact the Nanjing police and found the owner, Mr. Liu. It turned out that Mr. Liu's family of three came to play, and he didn't know that his driver's license and ticket were lost. When Oda returned his driver's license and ticket to him, he thanked him again and again with excitement.
I think, in Mr. Liu's mind, the famous places of interest left them with beautiful memories, but it was people who moved him the most!
There are many touching stories around us: last year, Wu Bin, a bus driver in Hangzhou, stopped his car at the last moment of his life with amazing perseverance when he was seriously injured, protecting the safety of passengers on expressway; Zhang Lili, the "most beautiful female teacher" in Jiamusi, gave her life to save people in a car accident.
Some people lament that there are fewer and fewer touching things now. However, I want to say that as long as you have the heart to feel, there will be real feelings in the world. Everything around us is touching: when you encounter setbacks, you are moved by a gentle encouragement from your parents, and when you are lonely, you are moved by a faint greeting from your friends. In fact, touch is everywhere. It is like the warmth of spring breeze and the sweetness of dew after a long drought, which is exciting.
In my childhood, people told me many different kinds of things. But what moved me was what the cram school teacher said to me.
At that time, I was in grade one, and my mother was afraid that I couldn't write well with a pen, so she sent me to a pen cram school in the summer vacation. At that time, I began to feel that the cram school must be very relaxed, so I was very happy and looking forward to going to the cram school. As a result, because I didn't listen carefully there, what I wrote was no different from what I just started.
At that time, I was very sad. Then, the teacher came up to me and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you start working hard now, you can still practice good handwriting." This sentence deeply touched me. So, from that time on, I began to practice hard. One day, two days, three days ... ten days passed, and I finally got a good hand.
After the cram school, I went home and thought, I really should thank the cram school teacher. I really want to say to her, "thank you for that." It was your words that made me practice a good hand. "
I hope you can be happy, and that sentence also taught me a truth. If you want to do it with your heart, you must do it with your heart. Don't be distracted, don't be distracted. This will get more results.
In my memory, there is one thing that moves me most. Once, I suddenly had a fever, and my mother was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. Willy-nilly, she ran behind my back to the nearest hospital in our community. It's not beautiful at this time, and it rains heavily at this time. My mother quickly put her coat on me, but she got wet by the heavy rain, and the rain ran down her hair.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother saw that there was no soul at the bottom of the building, so she put me in a chair and ran to the second and third floors to find a doctor. There is nothing in the first building. Go and look in the second building. Soon, I found a doctor The doctor said that I had a serious fever and had to get an injection at once. After the injection, you have to hang two bottles of normal saline. Hearing this, my mother asked me to wait for her at the bottom of the first building and come back to me later. I agreed. Mother followed the doctor to get saline and needles. I looked at my mother's tall and straight back and suddenly moved her to become great. After the injection, the doctor began to hang salt water for me. During this time, my mother has been with me, and before I know it, I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up from my dream and found that my mother's eyes were full of red blood. I didn't know until I asked the nurse next to me that my mother stayed up all night to take care of me last night. I suddenly feel that my mother is the greatest person in the world, and nothing can replace her love. I love my mother, and I love her selfless love.
Last winter, one thing moved me very much, and I will never forget it.
It was noon at that time, and suddenly I had a stomachache and felt weak all over. My grandfather was very anxious and decided to take me to the hospital. It was extremely cold outside and the wind roared like a demon. In such cold weather, there were no cars on the road. My grandfather waited for a taxi against the biting cold wind, and his hands were red with cold, and he was blown down by the cold wind several times. Grandpa is over sixty years old. I still insisted on waiting for the bus to take me to the hospital in the cold wind. At this moment, I want to keep my stomach from hurting, so grandpa won't copy my heart. But there's nothing I can do. I finally called a taxi and we went to the hospital by bus. I finally insisted on walking to the hospital, but my stomach hurt so much that I couldn't cross the stairs. My grandfather put me on his back and climbed the stairs to the pediatric emergency room. Later, the doctor diagnosed it as infantile intestinal spasm. The doctor said it was nothing serious, just take some medicine! At that time, when my grandfather heard this, he breathed a long sigh of relief and his frowning brows stretched out. He quickly said kindly to me, Don't be afraid, be brave and just take some medicine. Pay attention to rest and stop drinking cold drinks when you get home. Everything will be fine. Say that finish, grandpa ran upstairs and downstairs to get my medicine.
From this incident, we can see grandpa's love for me. It has always touched me, always reminded me, and always accompanied my growth.
I was moved by many things around me, but what moved me most was this one: it was a Sunday night, and I caught a cold because I didn't cover the quilt properly. I felt a little sick when I got up in the morning. My mother saw me and said sadly, "Are you all right? Do you want to go to the hospital? " I shook my head and said to my mother, "Nothing. It will be fine after a while. "
The teacher listened attentively in class, but I felt even worse. There seems to be something stirring in my stomach, and I have a terrible headache. The teacher found my situation, came over and touched my head and said, "Oh, you have a high fever!" " "He said, while hurriedly call my mother, explain the situation. In less than 5 minutes, my mother arrived sweating on an electric car. As soon as she entered the classroom door, she anxiously asked the teacher, "What's the matter? "The teacher said," I have a high fever and my condition is not very good. Hurry to the hospital! " "My mother quickly pulled me to her side and rode an electric car like a gust of wind to take me to the hospital. Looking at my miserable appearance, I think my mother is worse than me. She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she watched the doctor drain water for me.
I snuggled up in my mother's arms and felt extremely happy. Unconsciously, tears as big as beans rolled down my cheeks.
It is another rainy day. My mother and I were walking in the rain, and my mother held me by the hand. Holding an umbrella in one hand, the umbrella is too small for me and my mother. I hung my head and complained about the rain.
I looked up and saw this scene. My mother moved all the umbrellas to me, but I was caught in a downpour. Suddenly, my eyes blurred. It rained harder and harder. I found my mother's clothes all wet, but I was protected by an umbrella. I really want to grab my mother's umbrella and hold it with her, but at this time I have reached the door. Looking at the rain on my mother's face, my tears unconsciously flowed down and fell on my hands.
My mother always told me: Go take a shower and change clothes, and be careful to catch cold. Without saying anything, I rushed forward to hug my mother, gently wiped the rain off her head with my hand, and ran to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for my mother. At this time, I vaguely saw some tears in my mother's eyes and hugged me. In this way, our mother and daughter hugged each other tightly. A long time, a long time.
Touched, exists in every corner of the world. Touched, that is, when others are indifferent, we give our seats to the elderly. Touched, often at that moment.
Touching the fourth grade composition 9 Touching brings me sunshine-like warmth. When I was five years old, one thing moved me very much.
One night, when I was sleeping, I suddenly felt a sore throat and had difficulty breathing. I shouted at once, but when I cried, I couldn't speak. My voice was like a stone. Mom and dad rushed over immediately and saw my sad expression. Mom will pick me up right away, and dad will drive the car out as soon as possible. I was frightened, and my mother comforted me softly: "Baby, don't worry, we'll be at the hospital soon." My heart calmed down for a while. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother rushed in with me, only to find that the emergency department was crowded with people. We rushed to the next hospital non-stop ... Soon, the doctor finished the examination and said, "This is acute laryngitis, which is very dangerous." Fortunately, we arrived in time, and the doctor quickly atomized me. The stone stuck in the throat was gone in an instant. I feel much more comfortable. Looking at my mother's panda-like dark circles, I can't help but feel pain at the thought that my parents will go to work so early the next day. Looking at mom and dad's concerned eyes, my heart is warm …
Under the careful care of my parents, my illness soon recovered. But this matter has always stayed in my mind. Whenever I think about it, I always feel my parents' deep love for me.
Moved by the fourth grade composition 10 Every time in the dead of night, I will think of my grandmother who is already in the sky, and my heart will be sad. I will have tears in my eyes, and I will never forget her kind smile.
Grandma loved me when she was alive. Whenever I am unhappy, she will touch my head and chat with me about everything in the world; When I was sick, her old man was particularly nervous, taking care of me day and night and comforting me. It was not until my illness healed that she smiled with peace of mind and grandma herself lost weight.
I like listening to grandma's story best. Grandma seems to have endless stories. Every story is so wonderful and interesting that I always listen to it with relish and linger in her mind. And grandma always hugged me happily and shouted "sweetheart". Whenever I think about it, I can't help crying.
I often travel with my grandmother to see the beautiful scenery of nature; I used to walk on the beach with my grandmother and enjoy the colorful clouds all over the sky. However, it is impossible now, so my grandmother who loves me left like this. How can it not be heartbreaking! I will never forget loving my grandmother.
Touching the fourth grade composition 1 1 There are touching scenes everywhere in life, and touching things will happen anytime and anywhere. One thing in my life touched me deeply. Let me tell you something, I believe you will be moved.
I remember one night, on my way home, I bumped into a child and ran home without saying an apology. Running and running, suddenly, I was accidentally kicked by a stone and fell to the ground. I struggled to get up, but as soon as I got up, I found that the skin of my right foot was badly scraped and there was a lot of blood. I almost cried in pain, but I held back, thinking that someone would always notice me and help me. Soon, a child came over and extended a warm little hand to me. I looked up and froze. It turned out to be the little friend I bumped into just now. Suddenly, my face turned red and I felt guilty. I reached out shyly and went home with his help.
My mother asked me what was wrong when she saw my little friend. I told the story word for word, and my mother taught me earnestly. My mother and I express our deep apologies to the child and our deep gratitude to him. As long as there is love in people's hearts, love is everywhere.
Moved the fourth grade composition 12 in the long memory, countless things were submerged, but only that one thing impressed me and moved me.
It was a morning when I was seven years old. The sun was obscured by thick clouds. Doing nothing at home, playing with the clothes rail (at that time, the clothes rail was made of iron). I want to pretend to paint the Monkey King in the book, but I'm just a novice. Suddenly, with a bang, my mouth was cut open and blood came out. I cried in pain, and my tears kept flowing downwards. Grandma heard the cry and flew over like an arrow. Grandma saw the blood in my mouth and knew it was not good. She is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Suddenly, my grandmother picked up the phone and stammered for a few minutes. After listening, my parents put down their work and rushed back anxiously. My parents rushed me to the hospital. The doctor told me to hang up the water, and I cried. My mother comforted me and said, "Here, don't cry, mom will go home and buy you candy!" " "I just stopped crying when a ray of warm sunshine fell on my face. I was so tired that I fell asleep.
In the evening, I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself at home. My mother sat on the bed, burning like a chicken pecking rice. A bright moonlight shone on her face, and her face suddenly turned into a flower. The silver hair on her head and the wrinkles on her face have also become the most beautiful flowers.
My vision blurred, and a salty liquid flowed into my mouth. ...
Touching the fourth grade composition 13 A long-lost experience is called touching, and an intoxicating taste is called touching. Touched, you can't book or expect, it always touches your heart quietly in a casual moment. It is this gentle touch that makes many heroes cry and many prodigals turn back; It is this gentle touch that shows so many joys and sorrows in the world, which is unforgettable.
I remember that one night, when I was asleep, my mother's gentle words suddenly came from my ear: "Shuang Shuang, get up and go to the toilet." I opened my eyes in a daze and saw my mother calling me in front of me. I don't know what happened to me. After going to the toilet, I fell flat on the bed. "You don't tasikmalaya sleep ah, you sleep like this, how can I sleep! Tell me when you go to bed. " "Mom," I said weakly, "I have a headache." Then, my mother touched my forehead: "Ah, daughter! ! Why is your forehead so hot? " After that, my mother took out the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and said, "Daughter, please put the thermometer carefully under my arm. Five minutes later, my mother asked me to take it off and it looked 39 degrees. " Mom looked at the clock and said, "Ah, it's midnight 12, and the hospitals are closed. Let's stay at home. Then my mother rummaged through the medicine cabinet and brought me antipyretic medicine. After eating, my mother poured me a bowl of white wine and smeared it all over me. I was very moved by my mother's behavior.
An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it always touches me and warms me.
On April 4, an earthquake of magnitude 7.8 occurred in Yushu, Qinghai. A few minutes later, the beautiful city was in ruins, and many people were killed by this disaster. People all over the country took action to observe silence and donated money and materials for the survivors. CCTV held a large-scale fund-raising activity of "Love Yushu, Love Boundless". Although it has been a long time, I deeply remember every minute of that time.
I still remember that in the reports at that time, groups of firefighters dressed in orange walked around the ruins every day, moving stones by hand and grabbing a soul from death. "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will never give up." "Reach out your hand and give a love." This sentence shocked human nature one after another, which made me remember it very deeply. At the party that night, many national leaders extended their hands and donated money to Yushu. Others donated 100,000 yuan or even one million yuan to the victims to show their love. At that time, when I donated money, I saw many people shed moved tears. I still deeply remember a lyric: "People's hearts are warm, true feelings reflect true feelings, and the Chinese nation is eternal in the storm." Indeed, the Chinese nation will not be fooled, but will become stronger and stronger. Mom also donated money, although not as much as theirs, but at least it can help, this, that, a small force gathered into a big force. The Chinese nation stood up bravely.
To tell the truth, I was really touched at that time.
Moved by the fourth grade composition 15 These days at school, I have been worried, crying, quarreling and moved.
I remember it was a dark night, and the wind was blowing outside the window, which made people feel a little chilly. At this moment, my heart warms me like fire:
Tears swirled in my eyes. At the end of two nights of self-study, I thought it was still early, so I played for a while, but I felt that I hadn't done anything yet, so I subconsciously looked out of the window and suddenly remembered that my father said to bring me hot water tonight, so I grabbed my schoolbag and ran downstairs. Just as I ran downstairs, I saw a man wearing a black coat and carrying a blue one in his left hand, in the dark night. Whose parents is he? That student is really happy.
Looking at his back, I subconsciously called dad. I'm a little surprised. How can I scream loudly? Who knows, after hearing my voice, he turned around slowly, and then I knew it was my father, "Dad", and I jumped into his arms excitedly.
Dad handed me a thermos and snacks. At the moment he squatted down, I found a few white hairs on my father's head. I neglected my father, but I didn't take good care of him. My father's concern for me is heartfelt, but I also see the true feelings in my father's eyes. I gave my father a kiss when he left.
The wind outside the window is still blowing and my heart is getting warmer and warmer.
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