"One" touching story composition Grade 5

One thing that moved me

Xin Li, Class 3, Grade 5, Tonghua Experimental Primary School

We should all be moved by everything in the world. Because they deserve our trust and touch. Even a butterfly deserves our touch and respect.

Yes, even a butterfly, a butterfly that is not beautiful. But it moved me.

the autumn wind is rustling. God, it's ridiculously blue. Clouds on a blue background. In the background of the pool, there are various postures. The wind, blowing coolly, hugs the leaves on the branches. The sun shines gently. On the way home slowly, I, the lazy pace. Looking for everything that deserves my respect and touch.

a butterfly, a white butterfly. Struggling in the pool, waves of microwaves appeared on the water. I leaned over and muttered, "Why do you insist? Give it up. No one will pay attention to you, don't insist. " And I was wrong. Yes, if this butterfly dies in the pool, no one will notice and no one will care. However, it cares. Care about its insignificant life and the short happiness in its life. This butterfly keeps struggling, and it wants to survive! I am moved by its persistence and attention to life!

I picked it up with my hands. It was watery and cold. The sky and white clouds are very quiet in the pool where butterflies leave. What moved me most was that this butterfly only stayed on the shore for a few minutes and then spread its wings and flew. White wings fly with it, showing happiness and happiness under the sunlight.

this is touching. A butterfly that moved me. Yes, it's a butterfly, even if it's not beautiful.

< 2 > The composition about reading stories is 5 words in grade five.

My essay on reading stories

What can be more fascinating and forgetful than drifting in the vast sea in a canoe? The boat full of thoughts is a book. It took me across the ocean of knowledge, the stream of wisdom, to the attractive harbor, the mysterious island and the unknown distance. I followed it to Mars and saw the endless desert of Mars. I followed it to the Three Kingdoms period, and the rise and fall of Wei, Shu and Wu can't be forgotten in my mind for a long time. I followed it to the dinosaur era, and the mighty posture of Tyrannosaurus Rex caught my eye ... Please follow my lens into my colorful reading story!

The "bitterness" of reading

Books bring me endless happiness and knowledge, and also make me a "bookworm" suffer. I remember one time, my mother bought me a copy of Two Wan Li under the Sea, which is my favorite book for a long time. As soon as my mother gave it to me, I couldn't put it down, "hiding" into the study and "reading" tirelessly. I watched, fascinated, as if I were looking for a "monster" with the USS Lincoln, and I seemed to come to the Nautilus with Verne in fear ... Before I knew it, it was already noon, although my stomach was singing "Empty City Plan", but I still tried to swim in the mysterious sea with the characters in the story. A sea breeze mixed with salty air in the sea seems to be blowing towards me, and I suddenly feel relaxed and happy, eating the delicious food in the sea-scale bream, mackerel and rays, which makes me memorable and almost possessed. "Yes, let's eat!" It must be my parents urging me again. Without looking up, I replied impatiently, "coming!" " After about half an hour, my father went upstairs and called me, "Can you, why don't you go down for dinner?" I was stubborn, and my father gave me a meal of "Fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" immediately. Alas ...

The "sweetness" of reading

I learned it from Lu You's "paper, but I never knew it had to be done." To the long song line, "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad." Encourage us to cherish time and study hard. From Zhu Xi's "leisurely knowing the spring breeze, colorful is always spring." To Cen Can's "is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Every poem depicts the beautiful scenery of nature, which makes us immersive. Now I am sensible, and slowly read some famous works: Notre Dame de Paris, Robinson Crusoe, etc. I have learned a lot from them, learned a lot of truth, and realized the true meaning of being a human being ... These "sweetness" are really refreshing and beneficial for life!

Books are colorful and endless. Books are the ladder of human progress. Books not only give me knowledge, but also cultivate my sentiment. In a word, I think reading is beneficial!

I'm not sure, there are 5 words.

During War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's visit, a nationally famous anti-Japanese hero named Wang Erxiao appeared in Moyuan County, Hebei Province. Wang Erxiao was only seven years old when he died. When the Japanese swept through a ravine, he took the enemy into the ambush circle of the Eighth Route Army regardless of his own life in order to cover thousands of villagers and cadres. Angry Japanese devils picked Wang Erxiao at the tip of your gun and fell to death on a big rock. Cadres and fellow villagers were out of danger, and the little hero Wang Erxiao died heroically.

"Four" 1 words for a story composition Grade 5

Under such circumstances, whenever an individual teacher procrastinates, even for a few seconds, of course, some students are dissatisfied in their hearts and mouths. To paraphrase Zou Jianqiu, "How many people are there in one second." When they rushed to the canteen, they were so crowded that they couldn't squeeze in if they wanted to, so they had to wait patiently. When I saw my classmates happily holding a box lunch and tasting delicious food, I couldn't help but show my envious eyes. At this point, they all became ants on hot bricks. I really regret that I didn't have wings!

This kind of mood is understandable by everyone, so every time the class is over, the teacher will give up time generously, so that his students can have enough food and energy, and then they can have the energy and spirit to continue their good afternoon classes.

Generally speaking, the last class will not be the three main courses except language, so a few students will not listen carefully, thinking about their own affairs and thinking about how to rush down at the fastest speed; Others stare at the clock behind them every once in a while, or keep looking at the watch in their hands; What's more, she kept chanting

"Wu", the composition about the story of the characters in the second volume of the fifth grade

Motherly love and selflessness

When the rescuers found her, she was already dead, crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the gap between the piles of ruins, she could see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, with her whole upper body crawling forward, supporting her body with her hands on the ground, and some of them bowed down like the ancients. Rescuers reached in through the gap in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the brick with a crowbar several times, but there was no response.

When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her body again, struggled to reach under the woman's body and groped. He touched it a few times and shouted loudly, "Someone, a child, is still alive."

After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that stood in her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. Because of the protection of her mother's body, he was unharmed. When he was taken out, he was still asleep quietly. His sleeping face made all the people present feel very warm.

The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt for some inspection, and found that there was a mobile phone tucked in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found that there was a written message on the screen, "Dear Baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor who was used to seeing where will you go shed tears at this moment. The mobile phone passed and everyone who saw the message shed tears.

The person I know best

is that she nourishes the delicate flowers of our motherland. Like a diligent gardener, she nurtures our growth and teaches us knowledge. She is of medium height, with brown curly hair, white oval face, and a pair of glasses on her high nose, covering her calm and bright eyes. There is also a glib mouth and a pair of sensitive ears. She is easy to enter and takes classes very seriously. When giving lectures, she often analyzes difficult problems with examples from life or some historical stories, so that we can learn knowledge while listening to stories, which makes me never tire of listening.

once, a classmate whispered in class and she found out. At that time, she was writing on the blackboard. I don't know how she found it. Maybe her ears are really like ears. That classmate was punished by her, but I could see that the classmate was reluctant to stand up. Yes, who wants to be criticized by the teacher? But facing her, he stood up helplessly.

all the time, she worries about us around the clock: in the middle of the night, we have entered a sweet dream country, but she corrects our homework under the bright moonlight and slight light; During the day, she stood on the podium again, leading us into the ocean of knowledge and swimming in the ocean of knowledge. She carefully spread every seed to us, and let it sprout, blossom and bear fruit, bearing a bunch of huge, full and sweet fruits ... Who is she? Needless to say, you already know, she is the person we admire and know most-the teacher.

deep in my heart

deep in my heart, there is a love that always gives me warmth.

it was on a rainy day. Heavy rain, glittering and translucent water droplets hit the window "snapped" sound, from time to time there was deafening thunder. I thought: Oh, no, I didn't bring my umbrella, and my mother took my brother to Guangzhou to see a doctor. How can I go home?

Students were picked up by their parents one after another. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, like a column of water falling from the sky, and the battle is amazing! I'm like an ant on hot bricks. I'm in a rash.

come here for a while, most of the students have left, and only my shortness of breath echoes in my ears. It's getting dark, the rain hasn't stopped, and my heart is full of fear. I carry my schoolbag like running outside the school gate. My heart seems to be beating with the drums, just trying to get home quickly. The rain washed the ground potholes. Running and running, I stepped into the water with one foot, fell down with a splash, my legs kept bleeding, and I was splashed with mud. Laughing again, I began to cry.

At this moment, a man ran over and asked me gently, "What's wrong with you, little friend?"? "I looked up and saw that it was my mother! I immediately stopped crying and hugged my mother hard. Mother's white clothes were dirty by me. Then, my mother patted the mud for me and helped me up. Her crystal tears hung on my cheeks and said softly to me, "Let's go home, son, and mother will bandage your wound." Suddenly, my heart was full of warmth. My mother took me home regardless of the hard work.

In the past, I always thought that my mother often beat me and blamed me, but I knew it was also a kind of love, because my mother wanted me to be successful, so I would carefully hide this heavy love in my heart and let me cherish the best love in the world forever!

My stupid mother

My mother is a "cook" in our family. She is also a big fool and often makes mistakes.

I remember once, my mother was reading while cooking. She was so fascinated that she forgot the food and it was burnt. Later, she also changed the salt, sugar, soy sauce and vinegar. At that time, my father and I were going to suffer. This dish was sour, sweet, bitter and salty. But mom still ate with relish. Another time, my mother went out to buy oil, and I asked her to help me buy a 5-yuan book "Walking Behind Celebrities". Who knows that after shopping, my mother chatted with her friends in the store for an hour, but she left the paid oil and books on the ground and came back empty-handed, not knowing what had happened! It really pissed me off! Once again, my mother went to the market to buy food, but she got up late, tied her hair and dressed casually, and hurried to the market by bike. At this time, my father came out and said, "It won't take 1 seconds, she will definitely come back." I'm a little confused: isn't mom out? Why is dad so sure? But I still secretly counted 1 times in my mind. My mother really came back by bike when I counted to 1. When I looked carefully, it turned out that my mother was wearing Yuanyang shoes! I burst into laughter, and my mother laughed: "I'm so stupid, how can I even wear my shoes badly!" " So my mother quickly changed her shoes and rushed to the market again ...

Although my mother is stupid, I like my stupid mother very much. I love her more than anyone else in the world.

There was a man named Kuang Heng in the Western Han Dynasty. He liked reading very much when he was a child, but his family was too poor to buy candles, so he couldn't read at night. One night, Kuang Heng accidentally found that there seemed to be some light on his own wall. When he got up, he saw that the wall was cracked and the neighbor's candle was coming through the crack. He found a chisel and cut a small hole in the crack in the wall. Immediately, a candlelight shot up, and Kuang Heng read the book carefully by this candlelight. Every night after that, Kuang Heng would lean against the wall and read by his neighbor's candlelight.

"Qi" folk story composition grade five. Folk stories.

the legend of monkey wine a long time ago, in Oita, there was a poor businessman named Nakaya Xuantong. Once, Xuantong went to Pubian to sell wine and walked at the foot of Gaoqi Mountain. At this time, I don't know where the sound of "cheep, cheep" came from, which was very painful to listen to. "What's the sound!" Xuantong hurried to the direction of sound and saw the monkey rolling on the ground. A closer look revealed that a big crab was caught in a monkey's foot. Xuantong felt sorry for the monkey and hurriedly took the crab down. Then, as if trying to persuade the monkey, he said to it, "All right, all right. It must have hurt. But crabs are creatures like you and me, so let it go. " Then I let the crab go. The next day, when Xuantong passed the foot of Gaoqi Mountain to sell wine as usual, he heard the monkey's cry of "cheep, cheep" again. It seems that yesterday's monkey kept sending invitations to Xuantong. "What, you want me to come over?" Although Xuantong felt incredible, he followed the monkey. After a while, I came to the front of the big stone pouring out of clear water. "Squeak, squeak," the monkey pointed to the water, and Xuantong inadvertently took a sip and let out a cry: "This, this is wine. And it is a fine wine. " That clear water is not water, but natural wine. It turned out that the monkey told Xuantong the secret wine circulating among monkeys in order to save his life before the report. In this way, Xuantong sold the wine and soon became the first wine millionaire in Kyushu. That wine is called "monkey wine", and even now Takasaki.