Things in life, like the stars at night, are countless. Some make you very moved; Some make you regret it; Some people are very surprised; ; Some even make you feel sad. grief ...
Among these things, one thing moved me the most and I can't forget it.
I remember it was a week ago. That morning, I went to grandpa's house alone. I came to the station with a relaxed and happy pace. The sun is shining, the warm sun shines on the roof, and the car is shining. "Ah, the weather today is really good. When I get to grandpa's house, I can ... "A" beep "voice interrupted my thinking. I looked up. Oh, here comes the bus. I got on the bus. It is very crowded. I finally found a foothold. The "DuDu" bus started and sped along the road. One stop, two stops, three stops ... The door opened again and a white-haired old man came over. I saw the old man struggling to get on the bus with crutches. The driver looked at it and said, "Who will give his seat to the old man?" . The old man walked up to a young man and stood down, but the young man turned a blind eye and the car started. When he was on the bridge, he suddenly braked, and the old man almost stepped back two steps. She was pale and panting ... The young man was motionless and several passengers looked at him discontentedly. Suddenly, "old man, you sit here." An old voice said. People seek fame. It turned out that it was another old man who said this sentence. I looked at him carefully, and his weather-beaten face had several deep wrinkles. "Come on!" The old man paused and said "OK". Another old man stood up and walked to the door. Several passengers were deeply moved by the old man's behavior and got up to give their seats to the old man. The old man casually replied, "No need". All the passengers were surprised, and then there was a silence ... The bus was still moving, the station arrived, and the old man got off. ...
There is such an old man in the world. He is very old, but he gave his seat to someone who needs it more. How noble it is! I was deeply moved by him. I thought: Old people can do this. What about us young people? My eyes are moist. ...
2. Write a composition about something I experienced when I was growing up. The growth story composition is 400 words. In the sky in my memory, there are many beautiful stars, and each star records the story of my growth.
Now I'll show you the brightest star. That summer vacation, my mother took my cousin and me to Baiyangdian.
On the third day, we went to the Grand View Garden by boat. When buying a boat ticket, you can't get a free ticket because your height is over 1 m. I need to buy a child ticket, but my mother doesn't have enough money. It's not easy to do it once. My mother stayed and let me go with my cousin. My mother is not at ease because we are children after all.
The boat was about to leave, and it was too late for my second dad to send money. My mother said to me, "Cheng Cheng (my nickname), otherwise, you should go back to my second dad's house with my cousin first." I don't think I can go to the Grand View Garden when I go back to my second dad's house. I won't do this "losing money" business! I thought about it and said, "Mom, I was squatting when I bought the ticket, so I don't have to buy the ticket?" Mom said, "This won't do."
But my mother couldn't stand my indecision and said, "since you want to go so much, I will promise you, but this is the first time and the last time." I nodded in agreement.
I squatted when I bought the ticket, and the conductor said, "The child doesn't have to buy a ticket." Ha ha! I made it! When I was on the boat, I said to my mother, "I'm so smart!" " "Mom said," You kid ... "I quickly said," I know it's wrong to evade tickets! Mom? Salute! "Then I made a face and my mother was amused by me.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. I know it's wrong to evade tickets.
I remember one time my parents were not at home. Seeing that it was getting late, I began to cook.
Maybe God helped me, and there happened to be my specialty dishes in the refrigerator: tomatoes, wax gourd and ribs. I took out a kitchen knife and some tomatoes first.
I put the tomatoes on the chopping block and had a hard time cutting them into "tomato slices" of different sizes. I put these tomatoes in a plate, arrange them in the shape of flowers and sprinkle them with sugar. What a brilliant smiling face of children! Next is stewed melon and sparerib soup.
I cut the wax gourd into pieces, cut the ribs into pieces and put them down for stew. After about 30 minutes, the soup is cooked. I took a bite and it was delicious! 1 It's really great! I put these two dishes on the table and waited for them to come back quietly.
10 minutes later, my parents came home, saw the food on the table, and quickly praised me as a good boy. This is a common thing that happened when I was growing up. It has enhanced our self-care ability, lightened a lot of burdens for my parents and made them feel that I have grown up.
The story of growing up is 400 words. In my life, there are happiness, depression and sadness ... when I succeed, I am very happy. When I was five years old, I saw many people saying they were men in movies.
So I asked my father what a man is, and my father told me that a man is the most glorious title for a boy. I asked again, "How can I be a man?" Dad replied, "Men should be patient when encountering difficulties ..." Although I don't quite understand, I still understand one thing: a man should be brave and strong.
The next day, I went to play with the dog. Who knows, when I saw the dog, I was so scared that I couldn't even breathe. Later, I tried many times and finally succeeded.
Jumping and jumping for joy. I was depressed when I failed.
When I was in the second grade, my mother told me that I had to get a certificate of honor for a three-good student. I am confident that I will get it.
On Children's Day, I listened carefully to the teacher read the list of three good students. The teacher finished reading, but I didn't hear my name. I went home depressed.
When I was misunderstood, I was very sad. Mother saves water very much. One day, when my father was drinking water, he accidentally dropped some water on the ground.
Mom saw it and thought it was * * *, so she hit me. My tears welled up at once. I told my mother the truth and my mother stayed with me.
Ah! The experience of growing up is really rich and colorful, and I am really happy to recall it! Composition: Growth Story 400 words In the unconscious days, we have lived in this campus with flowers and birds for six years, and everything here is growing with our growing pace. It is our first teacher who let us move from naivety to maturity and from maturity to success ... In the six years of primary school life, I have grown a lot, including everything around me.
After six spring and autumn years and many hardships of growth, we are here to discuss the story of growth. I remember the first time I set foot on the road of raising the national flag, and I didn't know how to go forward. My teacher taught me to swing my arms and kick my legs ... all these things are fresh in my memory.
At that time, I didn't know if I was qualified to wear this military uniform and whether I was worthy of raising this five-star red flag-this serious and solemn task. It was the teachers who calmed my mind and took the risk-an arduous and sacred risk.
Wearing the national emblem, military uniform and military salute on my head, I can't help being proud of it and working hard for raising the national flag this time. This left a deep impression and a beautiful mark on my growth story.
It's also my first time to speak as a class cadre. I was praised by the teacher for the first time, and of course I was criticized ... These deeds all came to my mind. I should thank those teachers for making me mature and confident. In the past six years, the trees around us have grown for another six years, and the trees have become useful talents. We are unwilling to lag behind and become useful talents.
I don't know when to start writing a composition about a story in the process of growing up. I have a worry in my heart. There is a small lock on the thin notebook, which makes you more cautious in speaking and doing things, and less naive and impulsive in the past. I learned how to be careful when dealing with people.
I don't know if the longer a person grows up, the greater the pressure he has to bear, and things can't be as simple and smooth as when he was young.
As we grow older, we are no longer addicted to old games. Playing house as a child has long been strange to us. Hooking hands when I was a child, never changing for a hundred years, has long been our joke. Now we dare not make any promises to anyone casually. Everything in the past has already become history. Looking back suddenly, I found that all this had already left you.
Yesterday, I fell out with Yue because of a trivial matter. Today, I still keep a "distance" from Yue. I know Yue fell out, so I can't fall out this morning and play hand in hand in the afternoon, just like when I was a child. With the growth of age, we are no longer naive and naive, but gradually mature and grow up. Self-esteem is also growing. Sometimes when you do something wrong, no matter who is at fault, you won't apologize to anyone easily. After falling out, it is difficult to play freely as before, but there will be more embarrassment between each other. Over time, there will be more barriers. "Time can dilute everything?" But can you dilute the contradiction between Yue and me?
Today, after bidding farewell to Ming in tears, Ming set foot on the train under the North. Since then, the so-called "seeing each other late, parting longer" has been vividly reflected on this parting occasion. It is because of the pain of parting that we cherish the gathering we have now.
As we grow up, we have our own ideals and pursuits, and no one will stay too long for an unnecessary post. It is precisely because of the pursuit that our best friends in the past will be separated now. The good ones may be better in the future, and the bad ones will be strangers.
In the last monthly exam, the army won the title of the first in the class, its vanity was extremely inflated, and its popularity was "overnight", while the city "won" the "championship throne" from the bottom of the class. After this result, the city did not shed tears, because it was learned that men could only shed tears in their hearts. So, the city child in the class dementia for a few days.
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Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After making achievements, we learn to be modest. `````
Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores.
What moved me most about my growth was that many interesting things happened during my growth. One thing that impressed me deeply was that I pulled out more teeth when I was 7 years old.
One Saturday morning, while I was still sleeping, my mother stood by the bed and kept shouting, "Get up, lazy boy, get up." My mother made an appointment with the dentist today to take you to see that extra tooth. " As soon as I listened to my mother, I was so scared that I buried my head under the bed and couldn't get out. My mother comforted me while laughing and said, "It doesn't matter. Don't be afraid to have your mother with you. " So, I got up in a hurry, washed and had breakfast, and went to the hospital with my mother.
When I stepped into the door of the hospital, my heart began to pound. I thought: Will the doctor pull out my extra teeth? Does tooth extraction hurt a lot? Will there be a lot of blood after tooth extraction? Will I become ugly? ..... After thinking about it, my mother and I went to the dental clinic and met the expert Dr. Yan. I said, "Hello, doctor!" Doctor Yan smiled and said to me, "Good boy, you are the child your mother asked to talk!" " ""yes ""then come here quickly! Let me see your teeth. "So, I sat on the sofa. I saw the doctor pick up the dental tools and began to examine my teeth. I only heard Dr. Yan say to my mother, "Her extra tooth must be pulled out. "I broke out in a cold sweat." Doctor, can't I have this tooth pulled out? ""This tooth must be pulled out, otherwise it will affect the growth in the back. " "Ah, no way out, so we have to forget about it. "I saw Dr. Yan holding a syringe and a pair of stainless steel pliers. I quickly said, "Doctor, what are you doing? "Do you want to give me an injection?" "No, no injection, just an injection of anesthetic to relieve the pain before tooth extraction." I closed my eyes and Dr. Yan began to inject anesthetic into my gums. Suddenly, I felt my mouth bulging and I couldn't speak. What happened? Scared me to death. Dr. Yan saw it and talked to me about what happened at school. I know, he did it to relieve my psychological pressure. Dr. Yan said to me, "Well, I pulled it out. Do you feel pain? " "Hey, it really doesn't hurt!" "The child bit the cotton wool with his teeth to avoid excessive bleeding." "Hey, it's finally finished. Although the tooth extraction is only a few minutes, it is so long for me. "
I want to tell my classmates that tooth extraction is something that every child must experience when growing up. As long as you face it bravely, there will be no pressure in your heart.
In the process of growing up, what moved me was that we fell into the dust like seeds, took root and sprouted under the nourishment of sunshine and rain, and the fertile soil that always accompanied us was our parents.
Mom and dad, I like my mother's kindness and I am willing to communicate with her, perhaps because my father is too strict. I can understand my father's love better, and I feel warm every time I think about it.
In my eyes, my father is always so serious and awe-inspiring.
If I make a mistake, my father will not forgive me, but he will scold me severely. That sound is loud enough for the whole yard to hear. So I was extremely cautious about everything and became alienated from my father.
But as I grew up, my father became gentle.
Dad, who laughs a lot now, has a gentler personality and is particularly kind to others. My father smiled at me most of the time, and I became his "baby daughter". Even if I made a mistake, he stopped criticizing me severely. What moved me was that he would let me know his mistake so that I couldn't refute it.
That cloudy afternoon, I made a mistake and my father was silent. After a moment of silence, he called me into the study, thinking that I wanted to eat "fried meat with bamboo shoots". I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and tremble with nervousness. When my father saw me and patted me on the shoulder, I couldn't help wondering: My father patted me on the shoulder with such a soft hand, didn't he want to punish me as a "criminal"? What is this for?
He waved and wanted me to sit closer, but I panicked: Is disaster coming so soon? I got a little closer, but there was still a "warning line" between my father and me. Father saw it and didn't say much. He seemed to read my mind and said, "I'll cut to the chase." I buried my head silently. "I won't blame you too much for your mistakes, and you don't have to be so afraid." "Really?" I looked up and looked at my father carefully. "Do you know what's wrong?" "Yes, I went to my classmate's house to play, and I came back late." I whispered. "Dad doesn't mind if you go to a classmate's house to play. But you didn't tell your parents that you came back so late. Do you know how worried we are? Your mother and I looked for you everywhere and called your class teacher. You should consider the consequences in everything you do. . "My father said a lot, and I was ashamed and moved: my father's love for me is so heavy and strong!
It is said that father's love is buried in his father's heart and is not easily revealed. It seems so. Sometimes, I think my father is stupid.
When I was a child, I loved to draw cartoon characters, but I didn't draw them well, just to calm down. Up to now, I still have some paintings, one of which is called Snow White.
Who knows, not long ago, my dad saw it and thought it was my distraction in class. He also wrote a few sincere words on it with a red pen: Yao Yao, it's good to like painting, but it can't affect your study. Painting can only be used as a hobby to cultivate temperament, and students' main energy is to study hard.
Father's love is like a mountain, always so thick. Father love the water, but he is so gentle. Father's love is an earthworm hidden next to the seed. He twisted his body clumsily just to make the seeds grow better. I was deeply moved by my father's earthworm-like love.
Father, I was moved to grow up.
6. One thing that touches you most in your life. One thing that touched me most about writing 450 words. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly until now.
That was when I was in the third grade of primary school. One day, we went to school happily with our schoolbags on our backs. Arriving at the classroom, our head teacher, Mr. Zhang Xinru, walked into the classroom slowly and step by step. At the beginning of the class, Mr. Zhang whispered, "Come, let's learn Lesson 24 today …" At that time, the teacher looked haggard, listless and hoarse, but many naughty students in the class still shouted loudly.
The next day, the teacher did not recover at all, and his condition became more and more serious. In class, he often hears the teacher's cough, but the students still don't notice the teacher's discomfort. Those naughty boys are still not paying attention to class. Finally, the teacher couldn't help it and suddenly fainted to the ground. The students sent the teacher to the school hospital when there were too many cooks, and the school doctor quickly took the teacher's temperature. As a result, when we looked at the thermometer, we were all blindsided. The teacher's temperature was 39.8 degrees, and the school doctor was dumbfounded.
I was deeply moved at once. I know that in order to teach us knowledge, the teacher is desperate to teach us to study without delaying our study, even though he has a high fever. The students wasted the teacher's efforts. Later, I quietly took out my pocket money and bought a crystal swan and a card for Teacher Zhang. The card reads: "Teacher Zhang, you love us like a mother and teach us knowledge. You are also like a knowledge bookcase. There are many books in the bookcase. I wish you a speedy recovery and all the best!
This matter is deeply engraved in my heart.
7. Moved by life, write a composition about one thing. The urgent life is like a charming landscape painting, which makes people fondle it; Life is like a poem, with witty remarks that touch people's hearts; Life is like an exciting song, which makes people excited; Life is sometimes like a strong cup of coffee, you have to taste it many times before you can have an endless aftertaste.
Life is bound to have "stormy waves", then the white sail is your idol, carrying you out of the predicament, and that white sail is the embodiment of moving. Life is bound to have thorns that will stab you and make you unable to stand bravely. At this time, moving is your tough coat, guiding you to pick a rose.
There are many kinds of touches in life: you can be touched by the deeds of great men, by deep friendship, and even by the changes of seasons. Touching poems touched you, and deeply touched you. ...
The prodigal son turned back because he was moved, and thus he had life again, making the color of life more gorgeous. A lost teenager, life is beautiful only when he is moved to find hope. Mother and son who have been separated for many years miss each other because they are moved, which makes people no longer confused, makes people more attached to life and makes people feel about life.
People who lose their sense of touch will be listless and unhappy all day, and will see through the world, so life will lose its color; People who have lost contact wander around the world all day, so life becomes no longer attached.
Touching is the most charming landscape in landscape painting, which is fascinating; Touching is the most beautiful sentence in the poem, which makes people intoxicated; Touching is the most wonderful part of the song, which is exciting. If you are moved, life will be brighter and more perfect.
I hope you are moved by flowers, stones, the sun and the moon, family and …, but life needs you more!
Someone once said, "We passed each other, not because we missed each other, but because there are two words missing in our lives-moving." Yes, there are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer things moving in class at this time. But as long as we calm down and think about it, we will find that we are moved all the time.
Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, a friend will help you pour 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 friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...
That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jie Jie, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so I'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.
Just after school in the afternoon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. As it happens, my mother is not feeling well these days. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I was sitting on the side of the road alone, anxious and hungry. I can't help feeling sad when I watch the heavy rain pouring down from the window. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Ah, it's mom! "Come here and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at my "wet" mother, I couldn't help crying. ...
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 has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...
Movements in life can be seen everywhere. As long as you listen attentively to the voices in your life, you can find moving footprints.
8. The composition of a growing thing is 500 words 1. If your eyes are wet, if you shine in the sun, can you see the rainbow? Occasionally say worry, because when you grow up, you need to worry to explain.
I heard a long time ago that they were going to work. They said: to be independent, we must first be economically independent. How nice they are. They can fight the sword and be chivalrous and soft-hearted.
I smiled and wished them a pleasant journey. They left, singing lonely wanderings.
Many years later, we met again, but there were no thrilling stories to tell me along the way. There is no excitement of adventure on their faces, only fatigue.
The soaring heroism also became the courage of the year. They are heroes. Society and reality are a flood, which washed away all dreams during the day.
Youth, sometimes dressed with some scars. Find a piece of paper, write down all your dreams, then tear it up and put it in the wind.
Let the paper rain down on the drooping heart, dilute it and forget it. But those dreams, at least, were so vivid.
Failure is a beautiful and broken floating shadow. People always have to grow up.
On the day when the arts and sciences were divided into classes, the sun was shining. Think deeply about the sun on a leaf, and think about the alias of the sun: the sun, the red sun.
I can't think of anything else
I don't know why, if I look like this. To go, no one said goodbye, and it seems that there is no need to say it.
When I got home, I listened to Scarborough Fair, and the notes flowed like a river. I really feel that I have graduated from the past. If you can go far, can your memory be as long as a journey?
Memories are like piano music. I want to paint them as pictures, frame them and hang them in the corridor I often pass by.
I want to plant them into tulips, wrap a story with bones and choose a winter morning to bloom. Keep a bloom for yourself to remember.
It passed like this, day and night! No matter how clever you are, you can't catch the fleeting time.
People can always grow up. I often hold a gem flower and talk to it. We agreed to grow up together.
But it can't get bigger. Why don't good things count? Although things that are not counted are not counted, the days are still increasing. It is foolish to stop holding precious stones and keep expired promises. Time dragged on, and another autumn and winter passed.
If it is sunny tomorrow, open your arms; It will rain tomorrow, take a bath and spread the butterfly's free and easy wings. If you can still stand, keep moving.
With shyness, stubbornness and pride, we grew up together and experienced the beauty of breaking out of the cocoon together. If your eyes are wet, shine in the sun.
Walking on the beach of memories, picking up colorful shells of memories reminds me of a disgraceful past. During the summer vacation, Gao Yunqi often comes to my house to play. Once I lost my pen and couldn't find it. I began to suspect that Gao Yunqi had taken my pen. I was so angry that I didn't talk to her for two days in a row, and neither did Gao Yunqi. Has anything happened in the last two days? "Gao Yunqi shook my arm and asked anxiously. I ignored her and thought, "What's the matter? I think you know better than anyone! I ignored her for good luck and patted me on the shoulder. Her big eyes were full of grievances and she said, "Did I do something wrong to make you angry?" "I said angrily," why is my pen missing? Did you take it? Gao Yunqi was even more aggrieved: "No, I definitely didn't take your pen!" ! I just glanced at it the day before yesterday and didn't take your pen! "I raised my eyebrows and left three words:" I don't believe it! "Turn around and go. How did I make such a friend? I still trust her so much that she stole my pen. The next day, Gao Yunqi called me out and gave me a box. I feel confused. I opened it and said coldly, "What am I doing here? Gao Yunqi said, "You think I have your pen, and I can't prove my innocence, so I'll buy you a new one." I was a little touched by this, but I still took care of my face and simply said, "That's more like it." A gust of wind blew, and leaves fell in succession, hitting Gao Yunqi. She breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, my God, I misunderstood Gao Yunqi. How much injustice I have caused her. It was reckless of me to doubt my good friend casually. I feel ashamed and full of apologies for Gao Yunqi! I immediately found Gao Yunqi and explained the situation. "I'm sorry I misunderstood you. I hope you can forgive me. Can we still be good friends? Gao Yunqi smiled: "It doesn't matter. Just find it. Anyone can make mistakes." I took Gao Yunqi's hand and walked towards joy together. Time flies, and I regret it every time I think about it. But it also made me grow up. I learned not to be reckless and not to doubt my good friends easily, so as to gain the most. What I want to tell you is a painful and comforting thing.
When I first came to this school, my grades were not satisfactory. I only got the 35th place in another exam, which made me lose confidence in myself and motivation to learn. Every morning I absent-mindedly listen to the teacher, who explains the equation. I think about how to make the game pass.
It is really "people are new in the classroom." In this way, one day, the date of the monthly exam seems to pass quickly, and I will have an exam tomorrow before I know it, and I will panic.
As you can imagine, the result of the exam was terrible. When I got home, my father saw my grades and gave me a lot of special praise: "You still don't want to study, just rely on such poor grades and then go to the mountains to herd sheep!" " I don't know where I got the courage to confront my father: "I don't want to learn!" " Do you think I want to take this exam? Who doesn't want to be the first! "Then he went into his room and slammed the door.
My father has changed. He has become so harsh, I think. In the evening, just as I was tossing and turning, my father pushed open the door and came in. I pretended to be asleep at once.
Father said earnestly, "I know you didn't sleep." I apologize to you first. I was so angry just now, but your grades are also somewhat unsatisfactory.
what do you reckon ? "I didn't speak. After a short silence, my father continued: "Now this.