In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So how to write a good composition? The following is the essay I compiled for you on that time I was really moved. I hope it can help you. I was really moved that time. Essay 1

"Huh? I want to make a globe!" "Yes, the geography teacher assigned it. I went to do my homework first..."

It turns out that, then It was an assignment assigned by the teacher before the National Day holiday. I was stunned at that time. The sky outside the window seemed to see homework, covering the sunshine with cloudy sky. After returning home, I ignored the matter and ignored my geography homework.

On a sunny morning, warm sunlight poured into my study. I was reading a book comfortably, immersed in the ocean of books. But after watching it for a while, I heard a "click, click" sound coming from home. The person who made the noise couldn't stand it anymore and slammed the book on the table with a "snap". As soon as I got there, I suddenly stopped. My father was focusing on making a bracket. There was a rough sphere next to him. My father was making a globe for me! There were beads of sweat on his wrinkled face. Have you ever thought about it: Dad’s hard work in the past caused the wrinkles he has now. I couldn't bear it anymore and rushed in. "Dad, thank you for your hard work." Dad shook his hand and hung up the blue sphere again. alright! Dad's brows finally relaxed. Dad showed me, "Just paint with the seven continents again! Dad said.

In the evening, Dad cooked himself and made delicious meals for me. That time, for the first time, I ate Many.

That time, I was so moved! That time I was really moved. Essay 2

Everyone has a time that is deeply impressive or unforgettable, the so-called "the dead are like a man." , do not give up day and night. "Time goes by and never comes back, but that time is ingrained in my heart and cannot be forgotten.

Before I transferred to another school - that is, when the final exam was approaching, I announced that I was going to transfer to another school. The news of my departure spread throughout our class. The students asked me about the situation one by one, and I answered their questions one by one.

The final exam was held. The day before , we all entered into intense preparation for the exam. It seemed that no one remembered the unpleasant things, and it seemed that no one mentioned it again. I also put it behind me and cherished every minute. And every second of time spent with classmates.

Finally, the final exam was over. On the last day, I brought a brand new classmate book to school to fill in everyone’s notes and remarks. The tone was fixed in this heavy classmate book. Everyone said to me with the most beautiful smile: "You must remember us!" ”

I smiled. I wanted to leave my best side in the hearts of the classmates I had been with for 3 years. When I was about to leave, a classmate grabbed me and said: I said; "Wait a minute, I have something for you. "After she finished speaking, she took out a small pink notebook from the drawer. She added, "This is my gift to you. When you see it in the future, you must remember me, of course! "I nodded.

Then, a group of classmates came up to me and said together: "We also have something to give you. "I wanted to refuse, but then I thought that this was their intention for me, so I accepted them all. Looking at these gifts and smiling faces, the tears I had been holding back for a long time finally burst into my eyes. My classmates all held back. I couldn't help it anymore, we hugged each other and cried for a long time.

I was so touched that time. I can never forget the smiling faces and tears of my classmates... That time I was so touched. Essay 3

My mother and I had a conflict.

Although it was just because of something trivial, I felt that she didn’t understand me at all.

I got up early. , packed up the things, opened the door, and saw my mother who had just gotten up. We looked at each other and said nothing.

She still started to make breakfast for me, but I didn’t want to eat it. I wasn't in the mood to eat. Seeing that it was getting late, I picked up my schoolbag and went to school alone. The moment I closed the door, I seemed to hear my mother's cry, but I didn't stop.

The weather gradually changed. It was cold, I squeezed myself into the thin school uniform. Looking up, the sky was gloomy, with layers of dark clouds covering it, covering the only blue car.

The battery car passed by, with the mother in front and the child behind. Although the two didn't speak, they seemed to be alone.

My nose felt sour. The biting wind hit my face, and there was a faint stinging sensation. I quickened my pace, feeling uncomfortable in my heart. I started running from a trot to a gallop, letting the wind keep pouring into my neck.

When I ran to school, my body was a little hot, but my heart was still stuffy. I forced myself to forget all this and devote myself to studying.

Evening

"Cheng Siru, go and convey the message. room to get things.

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I, who was doing my homework, couldn't help but be puzzled after hearing this: I didn't seem to have left anything behind?

I ran to take a look, and I couldn't help being stunned. A thick bed The quilt! When I opened the quilt, there was a small letter inside. When I opened it, there were only a few words:

It’s cold, please keep warm!

< p> Looking at it, my eyes were moist. At night, I covered myself with the thick quilt my mother gave me. I felt so warm all over my body and my heart was so warm! That time I was really moved.

The cold wind was howling. , the fallen leaves were flying. On a cold winter evening, I was pushing the chainless bicycle on the deserted street. I suddenly felt someone approaching me, and I felt a little uneasy.

She put the bicycle aside and walked to me, "Let me help you fix it!" "She said with a smile on her face. I muttered to myself for a while, what's going on? Why are there such kind people? It's better to be careful. "No, I'm almost home. "I replied. "It's okay. Don't you have to practice it sooner or later? You'd better let me do it, and you can just use it as an example. Learning it will be of great use to you. "After saying that, she put aside the raincoat in my car basket, took off her gloves, and helped me reverse the car and repair it.

First, she squatted on the ground and held the chain in one hand. She put the chain on the gear with one hand and fiddled with the pedal from time to time. The dirt on the chain made her hands black and oily, but she didn't mind and continued to fiddle with it.

She had light dark skin, purple glasses, an earth-colored cotton jacket, and a black leather school bag. After a while, she stood up, took a tissue from her pocket to wipe her hands, and said to me: "It's fixed. "I said to her with gratitude: "Thank you. "She helped me put away my raincoat, held up the bicycle, smiled at me, and left.

At that moment, I felt that she was so beautiful, like a pure angel, standing in my heart . Helping others is an excellent virtue of the Chinese nation, and this virtue was vividly reflected in her.

I was really touched that time.

Many things have happened in my life, some of which made me happy; some of which made me regret; and some of which made me sad...but the one that impressed me the most was still the one.

< p> That evening, my mother went out for something, so she had to ask my father to take me, my sister and my brother to a restaurant. As soon as I sat down at a restaurant, my father told us to leave because the food in this restaurant was not good.

So, we walked to the next restaurant, but it was closed, so we had to continue looking. After walking for a while, my legs were a little sore and my stomach was hungry, so I couldn’t help but complain: "That’s not enough." Well, at least I have something to eat and don’t have to keep walking! "Finally, we found the restaurant and ordered a few dishes to eat.

During the meal, my father said to me while ladling soup: "You study so late every day, so you need to drink some soup to replenish your body. . "After serving, he tested the temperature again before handing it to me. Dad carefully selected the meat with fewer fish bones and put it into my bowl.

Looking across the way, I was feeding my sister fish. , my father, who had a somewhat weathered face, and the complaint in my heart disappeared, and was replaced by a feeling of emotion, and I suddenly realized: Isn’t my father’s choice of restaurant just to make us eat better? What can we complain about? Dad works hard for us every day, just to make our life better? How can we complain? Thinking of this, the fish in our mouth seems to become more delicious. The black bean soup also became more delicious. My mouth was full of the taste of father's love. I felt very full and fragrant during that meal. That experience moved me. , let me know my father’s deep and delicate love. That time I was really moved.

Some people always say: The generation after 2000 was born in a honey vat and does not understand the true feelings of the world. In fact, our growth. We have also experienced ups and downs on the road, and we are more understanding and emotional.

There is a small incident that has been deeply imprinted in my heart and moved me deeply even though it has been three or four years. /p>

That day, I was about to go home from school. Unexpectedly, before I left the classroom, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it started raining heavily. In less than a minute, it turned into a heavy downpour.

I frowned and thought depressingly: What a bad weather! It happens to be a day when we are out of school and I don’t bring an umbrella. This joke is too much!

However, there is no use in complaining. God seemed to hear my voice. I watched my classmates walk out of the classroom one after another.

"A Zhan. , come out quickly! "Suddenly, I heard my mother's familiar cry. I immediately grabbed my schoolbag and jumped in front of her in three steps. I saw my mother panting, holding an umbrella in her hand, and her hands were covered with rain. She smiled. He said to me: "Is it okay? I saw it was raining outside and ran over immediately. "My eyes were red, and I felt that I had a lot to say to my mother, but I still held back and walked down the stairs with my mother without saying a word.

The sky was dark and dark, and the rain fell like thousands of filaments from the sky. My mother held an umbrella and walked with me. Occasionally, I raised my head and took a look. What caught my eyes was my mother's wet clothes. She gave me most of the umbrella, but she got wet from the rain. My eyes were moist, I don’t know if it was rain or tears...

I was so touched that time and I will probably never forget it. At this moment, I just want to say to my mother: "Mom, besides you, who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky?" That time I was really moved Composition 7

There are many things around us that can be Things that move us endlessly, but this incident particularly touched me.

That day, my brother and I were playing in the park. I was going up the steps and somehow missed the step. I accidentally broke my leg. My younger brother saw it and ran over to me quickly and said, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" I cried and said, "My leg was broken and there was a lot of blood." My younger brother said without thinking: "Sister, next to this park There is an infirmary, let me take you to see it!" I nodded. I thought my brother was going to help me go, but I didn’t expect that my brother would carry me on his back. This was incredible! Seeing this scene, I silently gave my brother a thumbs up. My brother said to me: "Sister, come up!" He walked hard step by step and reached a downhill place. He almost fell down. But the younger brother held on to his other foot and luckily didn't fall. This was really a blessing in misfortune! After walking for almost half an hour, we arrived at the infirmary. When the doctor saw this scene, he quickly asked: "Chenxi, what's wrong with your sister?" My brother put me on the stool as he said: "My sister's leg was broken, please bandage her quickly!" The doctor nodded. head. My brother was always guarding me. I saw my brother was sweating profusely, and the sweat beads on his head were falling down. I couldn't help but shed tears. My brother said, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Your legs hurt?" I shook my head and said, "No. What you did, brother, moved me so much! I will definitely tell my mother about it."

< p>After the doctor applied the medicine on me, my brother was taken home by me. My brother's sweat beads once again remained drop by drop. These sweat beads represent my brother's care and love for me! That time I was really moved Essay 8

Looking out the window - again, this touching autumn...

I remember that it was autumn, with continuous autumn rain, and it was originally a rich life. The poetic season was ruined by my illness.

My left ear became inflamed due to inflammation, and many blisters developed in the ear canal. At night in October, after everyone had gone to sleep, I was lying in bed and was woken up by the pain in my ear canal. At first, I thought it was no big deal. Maybe it was listening to too much music that caused the pain. After a while, it was fine. . But after a while, the ear pain became more and more painful. I had no choice but to wake up my mother embarrassedly. My mother used a flashlight to shine on my left ear canal and found that it was particularly red and swollen, so she immediately got dressed. My mother opened the door and found that it was raining non-stop outside, and a gust of wind blew over, giving people a chill. My mother took out two umbrellas, handed one to me, and gave me an extra cotton coat to wear. On the road, a car occasionally flashed by, but no taxi was seen. My mother bent down and carried me on her back. Every step was very steady. There are small puddles everywhere on the road. No matter how deep it is, you must walk over it steadily. No matter how wet your shoes are, you will not step over it. My mother looks very thin in the autumn rain. A gust of autumn wind blows, and my mother is like a thin piece of paper. Like a piece of film, being ravaged by the autumn wind at will, looking at the sweat on my mother's temples, I sobbed on my mother's back.

After the hardships along the way, I finally arrived at the hospital. Under the light of the hospital hall, my mother’s hair was wet, and the rain and sweat on her head flowed down her temples and forehead, dripping on her face. The pain in my hands was in my heart, but my mother wiped the rain off my head regardless of it...

Illnesses will eventually get better; but things can never be forgotten. Lose. She spreads in my heart. If this isn’t maternal love, what is it? That time, I was really touched. That Time I Was Really Touched Essay 9

I am not a sentimental person, but whenever I think of that incident, for some reason, tears will roll in my eyes involuntarily.

I remember it was a cold winter day. Three of my good friends and I were riding bicycles together. We were competing to see who could ride faster. At this time, I felt that the bicycle suddenly became heavier, and I had to exert all my strength. I kicked, but unexpectedly, the chain fell off. I said, "Hey! The chain fell off at a critical moment!" I reluctantly got out of the car. When my friends saw me squatting there, they asked, "What's wrong?" Then I got out of the car. Jump down and quickly come to my side.

"Yeah, the chain fell off. We're still far away from the car repair shop." My friend said. "We can't finish it by ourselves. As the saying goes, 'Three cobblers are worth one Zhuge Liang!' What's more, we are four Zhuge Liangs, right!" said another friend.

So everyone was in a hurry, but we found that not only the chain fell off, but also the white plastic bag was rolled in. We all hate this disgusting plastic bag because of it, we all have to When we took off our gloves, our hands were all red from the cold, but we only got out a little bit of plastic bags. I felt that I was dragging them down and wanted them to leave, but they still said in unison: "How can we ignore death?" ?" As we said that, we started playing with the bike together. After a while, the plastic bag came off the bike, but we couldn't get the chain back, so we pushed it to the repair shop together. When we succeeded, we They all laughed and laughed, I cried, they patted me on the shoulder and said nothing. On the way home, the weather was still so cold, but we felt warm.

Now, the four of us are middle school students and have gone our separate ways, but every time I walk into the bedroom and look at the graduation photo, I still shed tears involuntarily.

That time, I was really touched. That time I was really moved Essay 10

Although this incident happened when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I am still deeply impressed and moved by it.

I remember that on a sunny afternoon, I was walking on the tree-lined path with my schoolbag on my back as usual, heading towards home.

While walking, I saw a group of people in front of me, looking at something unknown. I walked over to take a look out of curiosity, but I couldn't see what was going on inside. I had to ask an aunt next to me who was carrying vegetables what happened. The aunt told me: "There was an old man who fell down. Because there have been frequent scammers recently, so everyone is afraid that he is also a liar, so there is no one." Dare to go up and help. "After hearing what the aunt said, I was very angry. Will the person who fell must be a liar? Don't these people have any sympathy?

I was angry and anxious, and wanted to go in to help the old man, but I couldn't squeeze in. I jumped a few times but didn't see the old man. Suddenly, I saw a bench next to me, so I climbed onto the bench. I saw a gray-haired old man in the crowd. He had a big wound on his foot, and his crutch was lying quietly on the ground not far away. I saw it and didn’t know what to do.

At this moment, a young man walked out of the crowd. The young man was wearing a blue shirt and a pair of gray jeans. He rushed up and helped the old man up. When the old man saw him, he said to him with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, young man." The young man quickly said: "No, no, no, this is what I should do. I carry it on my back." I'll take you to the hospital." After saying that, the young man carried the old man on his back, picked up the old man's crutches, and ran to a nearby hospital.

That time, I was really moved and my heart was warmed. If only everyone in the world were like that young man! That Time I Was Really Touched Essay 11

This sentence is really true, and I have experienced it.

That was something that happened when I was in third grade. After school, I ran home. I didn’t know what tripped me, and I bruised my legs. Some old ladies who were chatting and laughing by the road saw me and quickly came over to help me, gently patted the dust off my body, and asked me kindly: How are you doing, does it hurt? No. I quickly declined and wanted to go home quickly. As soon as I stood up, I felt a sharp pain. They quickly helped me to a chair. One old lady gave me a glass of water, and another old lady gave me a band-aid that she carried with her.

My legs are getting better. I want to leave, so I stand up. They said with concern: Be careful along the way! Don't fall again! A humorous old lady said: Be careful! If you fall again next time, be careful and your leg will be broken, and we will have to take care of you again. I looked back at them, and their weather-beaten, wrinkled faces seemed to me to have been decades younger. I said to them gratefully: Thank you, grandma! I was really touched.

After a few weeks, my injury healed, but the kind words and faces of the old ladies over there were firmly imprinted in my heart. Their words kept echoing in my ears.

I thought, if the world were all people like grandma, how harmonious the world would be!

I was really touched that time. That time I was really moved Essay 12

Maternal love is great for people. Mother is the one who gave us life, and she is also the one who worries most about us. They are the people who give us the most love in our lives.

I remember that in the autumn of that year, it was officially the peak season of influenza. As a result, my father and I both had a fever. My father got better soon, but I still didn’t feel better, so I took many days off. My mother saw that this situation was not good and asked for leave to stay with me at home.

My mother was cleaning at home and saw me sleeping, so she moved quietly for fear of disturbing me. It will be the same as usual when I wake up. Because I am at home on leave, I have to study the content in the textbook by myself. I have a question. I have been thinking about it for a long time and am struggling with two answers. Which one is correct? After seeing it, my mother immediately understood my mind and said that the answer to this question should be B. So, I remembered it deeply in my heart. I never missed any question of this type.

That time, my mother’s approach moved me even more. The rain has not come, and the sun is blazing every day, but sometimes it can be muggy. Every time my mother said it was raining, she should bring her umbrella, but every time she prepared her umbrella, it always rained. But when it rains, my mother says it’s raining. That day, it could be said that the sky was clear and cloudless. My mother said that I should bring an umbrella. I wanted to see if it would rain today, so I told my mother that I had brought an umbrella. It was in my school bag. My mother was really right this time. It started raining heavily during class. I was so sad. I had known I would have brought an umbrella. Somehow, my mother seemed to know that I didn’t bring an umbrella. When school was over, my mother took it with me. The umbrella came to pick me up. I instantly felt that I had landed. Although I only had one umbrella, the umbrella contained my mother's love for me.

That time, I was really moved. That time I was really moved Essay 13

The heavy downpour outside brought back my memories again.

At around eight o'clock that night, I had just finished my English tutoring class when I saw it was raining heavily outside. I was very uneasy and thought to myself: What can I do? I didn't bring an umbrella. What are my parents doing? No time to pick me up. Watching my classmates leave the classroom one by one, I became impatient and wandered alone in the corridor.

Fifteen minutes later, I was about to take a taxi home, but after waiting for a long time, I didn’t even see the shadow of a car. The time came to nine o'clock before I knew it. At this time I was even more anxious. "Do you need help?" A weak voice came into my ears. I looked at it suspiciously and found that it was a little brother talking to me. I blinked and asked hesitantly, "Can you lend me an umbrella?" He said, "But I only have one umbrella. Do you want to go to the station?" I nodded.

As soon as I arrived at the bus station, the bus I wanted to take came. I hurriedly said thank you to him and got on the bus in a hurry. He didn't answer. But after I got on the bus, I didn’t see him continuing to wait for the bus at the station. Instead, he walked in another direction. My heart felt a touch of warmth and I thought: “If only I had said thank you to him more at that time, That would be great!"

The rain outside seems to have become lighter, but the circles under my eyes are moist. That time I was really moved Essay 14

Warmth may be invisible, but it is everywhere. That time, I met it.

It was a slightly cold winter day. I was holding a heavy homework book, and a cold wind blew in my face. I couldn't help but shrugged, and took out one hand to pull the collar. There was just a crashing sound, and the homework books took advantage of the wind to dance spinning in the air, and then scattered everywhere. Oops! I screamed in my heart, squatted down at a loss, and hurriedly picked up the homework books scattered on the floor. However, my hands couldn't keep up with the speed of the wind, and I saw that the homework books were about to fly all over the sky. At this moment, a group of classmates ran over. Just when I was worried that they would trample their homework books dirty, I saw one classmate pick up the nearby homework book with lightning speed, and another student quickly grabbed the homework book that was about to take off. In the blink of an eye, the homework book fell I picked up a large pile, and the attentive classmates were stroking the dust from the homework books while picking them up. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the homework book in the distance tumbled, causing a classmate to flutter away. He didn't have time to stand up, so he squatted down to catch the homework, muttering softly: I finally caught him! My classmates silently packed up my homework and handed it to me with a smile. Before I had time to say thank you, they walked away with a smile and disappeared around the corner. In my heart, I silently said thank you!

In our lives, there is always a moment or a place that can give us warmth. It may be inconspicuous or unknown, but as long as you recall it, you can be glad that the world does not change so fast; when the lights are no longer dazzling, at least there is still that smile that can make you feel warm. It is a sincere and natural love, a kind of care that makes people feel at ease and can be relied on. That Time I Was Really Touched Essay 15

In the journey of life, countless things that touch me will happen. Some of them have receded beyond the sea of ??memory with the tide of time, but some are like a big piece of memory. The stone cannot be washed away, it remains in my mind. That thing, that stone.

The stone said: "That day, the weather was bad..." I went back to that day with the words.

That day, the weather was bad and I went to school. On the way, the rain suddenly started falling without enough time to build momentum. I hurriedly hid under the eaves. I thought: Let’s hide here for a while, maybe the rain will stop after a while. After waiting for a long time, the rain not only continued, but became heavier and heavier. I was secretly worried about being late. Suddenly, as if I had made up my mind, I was ready to run to school in the rain. This is the only way.

Suddenly I saw two people wearing the same school uniform as me. I looked carefully at the grade stickers and found that they were from the junior high school. As if grasping a life-saving straw, I asked urgently: "Sisters, do you have any extra umbrellas?" One sister said: "We only have one." I turned around in despair, but who knew, that sister She put the umbrella into my hand and said, "I'm in Class 4 of the second grade of junior high school." Then she took another sister's hand and turned around and ran into the rain.

After arriving at school, I went to return the umbrella to her. Seeing her all wet and dewy, I don't know how to express my feelings in words.

Without waiting for me to speak, she patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'm just happy to help others." After that, she didn't even give me a chance to thank me and walked away.

That incident moved me and made me realize that the world is a better place because of these people.