"Brush brush, go!" Gee, grandma Wang is not at home. Why is there the sound of washing clothes at home?
It is Xiaohong who is helping Wang Nai to receive milk and wash clothes. Those clothes have been washed by Xiaohong. Xiaohong is going out to hang the clothes. At this time, Grandma Wang came back and saw what Xiaohong had done. Grandma Wang shed tears of gratitude and hugged Xiaohong excitedly: "Thank you so much, son. Your help makes me very happy! " Grandma Wang said. Xiaohong patted grandma on the back and comforted her by saying, "Grandma Wang, this is what I should do. It's inconvenient for you to live alone. I will come to see you often in the future. " Xiaohong said that and left.
Once, Xiaohong failed in the exam and was afraid to go to Grandma Wang's house. This time, Grandma Wang stamped her feet in a hurry and hurried to Xiaohong's house. Grandma Wang knows that Xiaohong failed in the exam, and her mother will definitely hit her. Grandma Wang thought of a good idea: I went to your house today and said Xiaohong was fine. She comes to see me every time and helps me wash clothes. ...
Xiaohong's mother came back and praised Xiaohong when she heard grandma Wang's words. Xiaohong was in full bloom. Tomorrow Xiaohong will come to Grandma Wang's house to help her wash clothes and give Grandma Wang a big warm hug.
At this time, some birds were singing in the big tree outside. They saw this scene in the room and sang cheerful songs.
B: Please choose a family story you have heard and write a composition on the topic of one thing that touched me the most.
One thing that touched me the most.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons touched the hearts of many children. Indeed, comparable to mothers, we as children should have a grateful heart.
When you are eating delicious food and wearing clean clothes, have you ever thought about your mother's fatigue in doing housework? Do you know how difficult it is for your parents to make money when you spend money lavishly? When you can get rid of tuition fees and see your parents' expressions of relief, do you realize that this is social care? When the teacher taught you knowledge and life, did you think that there were countless border guards far away from their relatives and prosperity, guarding the peace of the motherland? Perhaps, many of us will take all this for granted, and it is their obligation for parents to raise us; It is their responsibility for teachers to educate us; Social concern for us is the function of * * * *; Defending the motherland is the bounden duty of a soldier. However, I want to say that you are wrong!
People should know how to be grateful, have a grateful heart and have no sound personality; Life without gratitude is like a blank sheet of paper, always pale and empty.
Gratitude is not a superficial "return the favor" or a superficial sweet talk. It is the flower of life of human beings in the process of life extension, emitting a refreshing fragrance; It is a movement of truth, goodness and beauty in human nature, which conveys love and makes people's reason and emotion have aesthetic significance; It is the happiness and comfort of parents, the duty and sentiment of children, and the piety between people. If there is no gratitude, the reproduction and survival of human beings will become gene replication in a purely biological sense, and they will fall into a simple cycle of chicken laying eggs and egg laying chickens. In this way, Zhu Ziqing's Beautiful Poem Back, Zhu De's Mother's Touching Memory and the fairy-tale campus song Grandma's Penghu Bay would not have been born. From this point of view, gratitude is really unnecessary, it is a compulsory course in our life, and it is also the realm and quality that a noble person should have.
Parents don't "repay their gratitude" by raising their children. Father loves mother. The mountain is higher than the sea. Then, children's gratitude to their parents is the kindness of green leaves to roots, and the path lies in words and deeds and in the depths of the soul. The wise man said that the first thing to see a person's character is whether he is filial to his parents. If a person is not filial to his parents, he can neither be a friend nor shoulder heavy responsibilities. Seriously!
Grandpa said, "I am the son of China people, and I love my motherland." Premier Zhou Enlai wrote: "Learn for the rise of China." The poet Ai Qing wrote: "Why are there always tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply, "said Grandma Bing Xin." We should thank life in happiness. " These are brilliant examples set by our ancestors with practical actions. They devoted their whole lives to the people of the motherland.
Grass returns the rain and sunshine in spring with its growth. People are not vegetation, so we should know how to be grateful. In life, we should always be grateful. Our parents gave us life and raised us. We should be considerate of our parents' hard work and honor them better. The teacher takes pains to tell us knowledge and be a man every day. We should thank and respect our teachers. Our beautiful learning environment is hard to come by. We should study hard, repay the society and lay a solid foundation for serving the motherland in the future.
In order to make gratitude a silent virtue, it is necessary for us to put forward that "Thanksgiving education has a doll to catch". Gratitude is to honor parents, miss teachers, serve the motherland and give back to growth. In this way, people are different from animals and truly become "the spirit of all things and the essence of the universe." Gratitude means that our hearts are always warm as spring!
C. Story composition that moved me
Whenever it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather, and think of one thing that moves me the most.
It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. Suddenly, the sky outside the window turned dark, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. But who would have thought that at noon, the light rain in Mao Mao gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was as gloomy as the sky. What shall we do? What shall we do? I didn't bring my umbrella, and I didn't tell my family to pick me up. Looking up at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while. My parents are still working, my grandparents are in poor health and I have no money. I am in a really bad mood.
I really envy watching my classmates walk out of school one by one. Just then, a kind voice came into my ear, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and said, "Grandpa!" I cried excitedly and saw my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found my seat wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched. "Come on!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway. I can go back by myself. Please don't take me by bike. This road is slippery. " Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike by himself, let alone get wet with me. Grandpa quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. I don't trust you to go back in rainy days. Let's go, it will rain even harder in the future! " "I had to agree.
Grandpa is very careful at every step. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on my raincoat. Beads of rain as big as beans hit grandpa's body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but it was useless.
Finally, when I got home, my grandfather was covered in water. Grandma quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, "nothing, the umbrella on the road is broken." I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet. I'm going to take a bath. " Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as grandpa turned into the bathroom.
I will never forget this incident, and let me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him. I am proud to have such a grandfather, proud!
D. Story composition that makes you moved or unforgettable in reading.
An unforgettable thing for me.
There must be unforgettable feelings in everyone's heart, such as your relatives giving you an umbrella when they are far away; For example, parents got a poor grade for you, cried for you and so on. There are many things that move us in life. They are hidden in our hearts like pearls at the bottom of the sea. Today, I will choose the brightest and most beautiful pearls to show you!
I remember that time, I went swimming and caught a cold. The next day, I caught a cold and had a little fever. My mother took me to the hospital for a physical examination with her thin hands. Later, the doctor said that I had a cold and a fever, and I had to be hospitalized for a week. Mother turned pale when she heard this. I can see that my mother is worried about my illness.
At night, I may not be able to adapt to the hospital environment and the strong smell of medicine in the hospital! I can't sleep over and over again. My mother puts me to sleep as soon as she sees it. But I just can't sleep. In desperation, my mother had to tell me stories. The next day, I found that my mother's bags under her eyes were much bigger. I asked my mother with questions: "Mom, were you worried about me last night and couldn't sleep?" My mother was afraid that I felt sorry for her and immediately said, "No, my mother told you the story last night. I packed my things and went to bed. I slept soundly! " I know my mother told a white lie. I told my mother to sleep a little longer and not to get tired. My mother insisted, "No, I just said that I slept well last night." By the way, you haven't had breakfast yet, so I'll buy it for you. "My mother left this ward full of maternal love without saying a word!
A few days later, my mother came to the hospital from home to take care of me, rain or shine. These days, with my mother's wholehearted care, I recovered, but my mother was much older because she was worried about me. My heart ached so much that tears flowed down my face like pearls with broken lines.
This is my mother's unique maternal love. To this day, I am deeply moved to think of it, and a heat flow warms my whole body.
Thinking of the sudden earthquake on May 12, many people were moved by those unforgettable events.
After 2 o'clock on May 12, the earthquake wave hit Wenchuan like a leopard and attacked the surrounding cities. The earthquake seems to have played its most powerful role, causing houses to collapse and many people to be buried under the rubble. Their fragile lives are struggling with death. But at this time, those white soldiers who rescued patients overnight; Those people's liberation army who are exhausted and running from the ruins to find the wounded will always stand up in the face of difficulties!
When the PLA uncle came to the disaster area, there was only ruins in front of him. They struggled to stab people from the ruins and picked up heavy stones. They could have easily controlled the excavator and transported the stone to the open place, but now time is life, and they must move the stone with their blood-stained hands. Whenever children, adults or the elderly are dug up, the victims will be put on the board, and the PLA will lift the stretcher and take the wounded to the doctor. They only eat porridge and bread day and night. Doctors also rescued patients overnight. Yes, their relatives may be victims, but for the sake of other people's lives, they are even more women. At this time, their spirit of fighting day and night made them really live one life after another. How many people have been touched by this rustling life and this rustling behavior!
Civilians also lend a helping hand and put their hard-earned money into donation boxes.
Therefore, on behalf of all the people in the disaster areas, I thank angels in white, the People's Liberation Army and those who lend a helping hand! I also want to remind everyone, please cherish your life, please make good use of your life and make greater achievements. What moves me most is that whenever difficulties come, the actions of the People's Liberation Army, angels in white and those who lend a helping hand deeply touch everyone's heart, and those unforgettable things remain in our hearts forever. ...
My partner Wang Zhenping came to my home during the winter vacation the year before last. For four days, we ate and lived together and became sisters. I took her to learn calligraphy and swimming, and gave her my favorite cartoon stickers with all kinds of beautiful patterns on them. Later, accompanied by my parents, I visited her in Tiantai County. Entering Qian Shan Village, Baihe Town, the mountain road is steep, and it seems that the sky is getting closer and closer when sitting in the car. My heart has flown to Wang Zhenping's home in Qian Shan Village, Baihe Town, Tiantai County ... "Sister, I want to call my grandmother, but unfortunately there is no phone at home." Zhen Ping said. My mother and I were surprised. Zhenping told us that today's guests want to tell grandma that they want to cook something delicious at home. How sensible she is! My tears have been spinning in my eyes. It's almost noon, and we finally arrived at Qian Shan Village. Suddenly my eyes lit up. As soon as the local villagers found our car, they began to beat gongs and drums, set off crackling firecrackers and greeted us with the most solemn ceremony in Tiantai Mountain. Still sitting in the car, Zhenping shouted happily: "Brother and sister are coming!" After eating, we went to Zhenping's house with three bags of food and clothes. . Zhenping, who walked in front, turned to me and said, "Do you know who is the tallest?" Zhenping said, "My home is the tallest." Walking, we came to Wang Zhenping's home. At first glance, it was a low wooden house that looked shabby and seemed to be about to collapse. It was so dark in the room that I was too scared to go in. With my mother's persuasion and the kindness of Zhenping's family, I entered the door carefully. Seeing the situation at home, I almost shed tears ... Zhenping is a poor child who has lost his mother. There are five people in her family, only her father is a laborer. The family is surrounded by four walls, sitting on stools to do their homework, and a large number of people eat a plate of pickles ... The school is also borrowed from the village. There is no special classroom, only one teacher. More than forty children crowded into the office of a small village for classes. In the mountains, only through this return visit did I know the true meaning of "going out of the mountains"; It is commendable to know that Mr. Pan/KLOC-has adhered to the spirit of Dashan for 0/6 years. Read the simplicity of the villagers; Look at the helpless eyes of children in the mountains! These scenes often appear before my eyes, and they touch me. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhenping and I had to part. At this time, I really want to cry, but I can't. I have been writing on the ground with branches: "Goodbye Wang Zhenping!" "Until you really meet again. She, her brother, sister and grandmother all came to see us off. They gave us local products that we usually loathe to eat. They also boiled eggs for us to take on the road. The more I think about it, the more sad I am, and tears are streaming down my face. Mountain people, how simple and kind. The scene of Zhenping Shanliwa studying hard in a difficult environment touched me and made me sad. What an unforgettable return visit it was!
E. You must have experienced many touching things in your life. Please write a composition on the topic of "moving".
touch control
Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always sections of memories that leave deep traces in our lives and cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick it up, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts, which is touching.
In fact, in the long river of life, there are feelings all the time. Parents' worried eyes and haggard back are the touch of life; A friend's letter, a blessing message, warm and touching; When you are thirsty, your colleagues will help you get back a glass of water, which is touching; Tired, your daughter beats your back, touching; In the sunset, it is also touching to watch a white-haired couple help each other to the end of the road. ...
Touching is everywhere. On the streets of Manhattan, new york, a little girl stood under a tree and refused to leave. It turned out that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural substitute.
But in a hurry, most people are tempered by life and begin to become rough, and gradually become indifferent, unwilling to stop and listen to the voice of the soul, and even more unwilling to recall the comfort that touch brings to the soul. For a while, I seemed to forget the feeling of being moved. Busy with work all day, immersed in learning, not sitting in front of the computer typing, or sorting out information. My friend reminded me: Ye Ye, leave the computer, have a rest and do some exercise! Simple words make my tired heart warm and my indifferent heart melt; When things go wrong in my life, I feel irritable and depressed, and even can't help crying. At this time, my friend told me: tears don't mean vulnerability, just relieve inner unhappiness, cry! At that moment, I was moved, moved by my friend's simple language. Then I began to change myself and try to care about others, maybe just a look, maybe just a word, but others got happiness from me, got warmth from me and gave me a moving smile in return. At that moment, I suddenly understood that happiness and care can infect each other.
What is touching? Maybe a thousand people 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.
Perhaps, moving is the cool breeze in summer, the warm sun in winter, the freshness in spring, and a cup of fragrant hot tea ... With moving, our hearts begin to become bright, spacious and pure.
Touching is not a simple tear, not a superficial sadness, but an inner feeling and a spiritual voice between people. When you touch others, you will also touch yourself. So my friend, when you feel lonely inside, please take some time to relive that unforgettable touch! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful and moving flowers. And guide you to the front.
F. Composition "A Story that Moves Me"
The boy and his sister lived together, and their parents died young. He is her only relative. So boys love their sisters more than themselves. However, disaster befalls these two unfortunate children again. My sister is seriously ill and needs blood transfusion, but the blood in the hospital is too expensive, and the boy has no money to pay any expenses. Although the hospital has exempted the operation fee, it is impossible not to transfuse blood. Without blood transfusion, my sister will die As the only relative of my sister, the boy's blood type is the same as my sister's. The hospital asked the boy if he was brave and had the courage to bear the pain when drawing blood. The boy hesitated a little, 10-year-old brain thought it over. Finally nodded, solemnly and solemnly nodded. It seems that an extremely important decision has been made. The face is full of courage and responsibility. When drawing blood, the boy quietly didn't make a sound, just smiled at his clinical sister. After the blood was drawn, the boy lay motionless in bed, staring at the doctor injecting blood into his sister. After all the operations, the boy stopped smiling and asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?" The doctor wanted to laugh at the boy's ignorance, but he was shocked by the boy's bravery. In the brain of a boy 10 years old, he thought that blood transfusion would kill him, but he was still willing to donate blood to his sister. At that moment, the boy's decision was brave all his life and he made up his mind to die. The doctor's palms are sweating. He squeezed the boy's hand and said, "Don't worry! You won't die, and blood transfusion won't kill you. " The boy's eyes lit up: "Really, how many years can I live?" The doctor smiled, full of love: "You can live to be 100 years old, young man, you are very healthy!" " "The boy jumped from the bed to the ground, jumping and jumping happily. When he turned around the ground several times to make sure that he was really okay, he rolled up his arm again-the arm that had just been bleeding, held his head high and solemnly said to the doctor, "Then give half my blood to my sister!" "We have all lived for 50 years." Everyone was shocked. This is not a child's unintentional promise. This is the most selfless and pure commitment of mankind. Share your life with others equally, even if you are like a father and son and a loving couple, how many people can say it so frankly and do it so willingly?
G. Write a touching story with a composition of 300 words.
Touching story
The world is full of true feelings and warmth. I am no exception. I was moved by what happened around me.
It was a bus trip. I was in a hurry, but the bus was so crowded that I finally found a standing position. Suddenly, an old man came over. The old man is white-haired and can't walk steadily with crutches. But everyone is indifferent. The driver was very unhappy and said loudly, "Who will make room for Grandpa?" No one responded. The driver said it again loudly, but no one said it. Grandpa was surrounded by a young man, but he didn't give his seat to grandpa and didn't even bother to listen to what the driver was saying. "Let me do it!" Everyone looks inside. That's an old woman. The old woman is about the same age as the old man, with white hair. But he gave his seat to grandpa without hesitation. Grandpa shook his hand trembling: "You are so old, you'd better sit by yourself." Grandma dared not say anything and stood aside directly. Everyone was silent. Many people shed tears. I am also very touched. I saw the young man hang his head in shame.
Ah, what a noble character that old woman is! Need to sit more than the old man, but she did not hesitate to give it to him. We should learn from this old lady!
H. Write a story in about 400 words that you are moved by.
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. That day ... how? Draw blood! 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 ... I vaguely heard my parents' conversation in my sleep. "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 fluttered 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.
A touching story composition in the book 500
There are many touching things in life, which may be your unconscious action, a caring word, or you sacrificed your life for a stranger ... There are true feelings everywhere in the world, which always warms people's hearts, and the love of strangers is always touching.
One thing moved me recently. One day, my mother came to meet me at school and walked to the east gate of the school. There are two old people walking far in front of us on crutches, helping each other. Suddenly, grandpa slipped and grandma slipped and fell. At that time, many people passed by them, a little pretending not to see them, a little stopping to look at them and then walking away, a little hesitant, but still didn't try to help them up. I heard them say, "Who dares to mind their own business these days? Maybe you will say that you pushed it in the end! " But at this moment, I saw my mother step forward quickly, holding the old woman steady first, and then reaching out to help the old man. And help them clean the dust on their clothes and ask them if they are injured. At this time, the two old people repeatedly said to their mother, "Thank you." Mom said, "You're welcome." And told them to be careful on the road at this age.
I asked my mother, "Mom, aren't you afraid that they will wronged those who helped them, as the newspaper and TV said?" Mother said: "When you see someone in trouble, you should lend a helping hand in time and don't care so much." . Everyone has old people, and there will be times when they need help. We are not with our grandparents. If they encounter such difficulties, do they also need the help of good people? "At this time, my mother's words made me enlightened. You lend a helping hand when others need help, and you can also get help when you need it.
As long as you pay attention, you will find touching things everywhere around us.