Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze makes our hearts pure and spacious. Below are 5 essays that I have collected for you on the topic of moving. Welcome to refer to them.

Composition 1 with the topic of touching

There are more and more high-rise buildings, and the space is getting smaller and smaller. There is more and more indifference and less and less warmth. However, being moved interprets the connotation of humanity in a simple but moving way.

?Title: There are tears, and I feel that I am still full. I was moved when I opened the window in the morning and watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf and talk to life in a silent and simple way. I took a walk in the evening, watched the sunset, and savored Li Shangyin's artistic conception of "the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk", and I was moved.

Touched, igniting the fragrance of the spiritual home, lingering throughout one’s life. The times are developing, and while the economy is highly developed, has our spiritual home been deserted? Have we lost a corner of our souls? How many people stop and listen to the sound of their souls in a hurry? Most people are too tempered by life. Rough, gradually indifferent.

The streets of Manhattan, New York, are busy with traffic. A little girl stayed under a tree and refused to leave. People are surprised to find that she is waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent and she will be moved by an ordinary natural replacement. A person who lacks emotion is not a real person.

A society that lacks emotion cannot talk about real development. It lacks humanistic nutrients and will eventually become desolate. How long have we not been moved by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness, Hugo's majesty.

How long have we not been moved by those noble figures? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun for the people in winter; Hao Ran, who sowed "Whoever suffers in life will never die, leaving his loyalty to illuminate history" The upright Wen Tianxiang; the lonely Su Wu who watched the three thousand miles of the Han Dynasty? The touching is not simply crying, nor is it superficial sentimentality.

Moving is a kind of humanistic spirit and a spiritual resonance between people. In today's highly developed material world, where does our spiritual path lead? Learn to be moved. When one heart is no longer far away from another, our society will have a little more warmth.

When everyone can feel the vibration of others’ heartstrings, our society will become harmonious. "I came to this world to see the sunshine." Won't Balmonte's words move us? Light a petal of incense, and our material home and spiritual home will be filled with everlasting flowers and go far away.

Composition 2 with the topic of touching

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness.

That winter, the snow fell heavily. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light was filled with flying snowflakes, as if the joy in my heart could not be suppressed. The continuous sound of firecrackers is filled with the warm atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Everything seems to be reflected in the orange-red light background, including the faintly visible strands of silver hair in the parents' hair, which shine brightly in this winter night painting.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, letting wisdom and enthusiasm penetrate into me, making my little flower grow happily and robustly. I can’t remember how many times I fell down, and my parents used their encouraging eyes and kind smiles to cheer me up and stand up again; I can’t forget how many nights I reviewed my homework under the lamp, and my parents were also stunned under the lamp. Sitting on the ground, accompanying me silently most of the night? I can’t remember how many little things full of parents’ love, how many sun-like care from my parents? Suddenly, I feel that the lights are full of love, and in the dancing snowflakes , my face became moist unconsciously. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly felt moved and felt that I should do something for it. I would give my parents a surprise the next day.

At dawn the next day, I got up quietly. The heavy snowfall all night long turned the earth into a beautiful place, and even the sunlight shining through the window was so dazzling. I hurriedly opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. A snow doll stood in front of my house, with a playful expression and a big red hat on its head, waving its "big hands" and grinning sweetly. With a puff, I couldn't help but laugh. "Happy New Year!" Two people walked out from behind the snow doll. They turned out to be parents. They looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly became sour and I couldn't help but shed tears. I originally wanted to give my parents a gift, but I didn't expect them to face their smiles. I was speechless. On that piece of snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long, long time. I remember a poet said this: "How can I thank you? When I walked towards you, I originally wanted to harvest a ray of spring breeze. You gave me the whole spring; how can I thank you? When I walked towards you, I wanted to pick up a bunch of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. "Yes, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad. . You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I have nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me happiness, thank you for letting me learn to be moved. I understand your hardships and your full hopes. I will do my best to give everyone happiness and let everyone learn to be moved!

Essay 3 with the topic of being moved

Moved , maybe it’s a tissue someone handed you when you were sad and crying; maybe it’s the words “be careful of catching a cold”; maybe it’s the confidence that a smile brings to you. However, those two pieces of bread, which are unforgettable to me, remain fresh in my memory.

That happened in mid-September. When I first stepped onto the school stairs, my English teacher happened to meet me. The teacher asked me: "Huiyuan! Have you had breakfast?" At this time, I said shyly, "Teacher, I didn't have breakfast." The teacher asked, "Why? Because I went to bed late and couldn't have breakfast!" I said, "Well," Then come to the office to see me after you finish the recess exercises. "I thought to myself: My test scores have declined, or my homework completion is not satisfactory.

After finishing the big break, I walked to the office with an "uneasy" mood, thinking: The teacher doesn't want to do it. Criticizing me? When I saw the English teacher, I kept lowering my head and dared not raise my head to look at the teacher. At this time, the teacher handed me the two pieces of bread placed next to her computer and said, "Huiyuan, eat quickly." Well, this is the bread I specially bought for you, eat it quickly!" I quickly gave the bread to the teacher and said: "Teacher, isn't this your breakfast? I'm not hungry, you can eat it!" The teacher was serious The teacher said to me: "How can I skip breakfast? It doesn't matter that I didn't eat breakfast, but you are growing now, so you have to have breakfast! Eat it quickly!" After saying that, the teacher helped me open the packaging bag. , was immediately handed to my hand. Immediately, my eyes filled with tears, and two lines of moved tears fell on the bread. After eating, I immediately bowed to the teacher and said: "Thank you." Mrs. Liu!" The teacher smiled.

Until now, I still have not forgotten that unforgettable thing, nor have I forgotten that the teacher who was so moved in mid-September "specially" bought it for me Those two pieces of bread.

Composition 4 on the topic of touching

If I told you that someone is so eager to get sick, and that he is seriously ill, would you believe it? ?

This is a story I heard from a friend. Maybe it is a fabrication, maybe it is too exaggerated, but I believe this story, and more importantly, I am moved by it.

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A girl lived in a broken family. Her parents divorced early, and she married her father. She started a new life with her father and stepmother. She was not a mean woman. Treating her badly is just indifference? A complete indifference.

In the girl's words: I really hope she can scold me, even if it's a bit harsher. The young son brought by his stepmother naturally received extra care from his mother, and received all the love and laughter from his father. From then on, the girl became taciturn. Her introverted and reserved personality narrowed her circle of friends, and she was troubled by inexplicable low self-esteem and depression.

A lonely girl struggled in an indifferent environment. All this seemed to wrap her up like a thick fog, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter how she ran away.

An unexpected illness brought the warmth she had longed for for a long time back to her. That time she was ill, and her father felt sorry for her and took leave to stay with her at home. Her stepmother also changed her past indifference and bought medicine and cooked food for her. Her naughty brother also became much more well-behaved. During such an illness, the girl experienced the attention she longed for all day long. She became the focus, the center and the main axis.

Later, she learned a trick: constantly increasing the chance of getting sick. Serious or not serious, as long as it is not a fatal disease, she is willing to do it!

This is a girl's desire! A lonely and helpless girl can only adopt this self-abuse method to realize her ideal ?Desire to be loved. A person who prays to stay with her on the sick bed all day long, but there is a clear emotion in her heart.

Unexpectedly, this girl took all this to the extreme. Once, she wanted to break her leg so that she could lie in bed for a few months and enjoy the warmth of being loved for a few months; but this time, she failed to grasp the scale of injury and lost her left leg forever. She has been in a wheelchair her whole life.

She is sitting in a wheelchair. Maybe this time she will be noticed all the time and no indifference will attack her again.

Is she thinking: As long as she is willing to sacrifice her life to be loved, what does one leg mean?

Will she sit quietly in a wheelchair? Is there a smile on your face?

Five essays on touching topics

I believe everyone has encountered many of them. Some come from parents, some come from classmates and teachers. However, I believe that the people who move you the most must be your parents. On a typhoon day during my summer vacation, I was deeply moved by my father.

On August 8 this year, it was the day when Typhoon Sudillo came to Fuzhou. But just today, I was at a basketball training camp outside because I had to play a game and was rushing to train (in an indoor court), so I was asked to come over. Because I love playing basketball the most, I quickly asked my dad, "Can I go there to play basketball?" Dad looked out the window and said, "It's raining so hard, so don't go." Mom also nodded in agreement. But I was unwilling to give in and kept stalking her. When my father saw that I wanted to go so much, he sighed and said, "I really want to go, so let's go." After that, he went down to drive.

On the road, there was a mess everywhere. Due to the wind and rain, many low buildings were flooded, and all the weak ones were blown away. Many hard things were still flying in the air. Dad almost wanted to give up in the car, but seeing my persistence, he sent me there anyway.

After finishing playing, it was already past 3 o'clock. The water on the road was already up to my knees. My father picked me up in the car and drove the car to the gate. There were three puddles on the road in front of the gate. Dad drove the car and rushed through the first puddle hesitantly. Pit, and I rushed through the second puddle at my instigation. There was only the last puddle left. Dad went down to measure the depth of the water and came back and said: "It's too deep. Although it is possible to rush over, the chance is too small. For safety reasons, we should go back to the arena square to hide." "After hearing this, I had no choice but to agree.

When I returned to the arena, five hours had passed before I knew it. The sky was no longer visible due to the erosion of the wind and rain. My father looked at me and said, "I may have to spend the night in the car today. I'm going to spend the night with my father." How about spending such an unforgettable night together?" I nodded, but then said, "I haven't eaten yet, I'm so hungry.

"When my father heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to think of something. He quickly looked for it in the car, but he couldn't find anything after searching for a long time. My father suddenly said to me: "Son, you stay in the car, Dad. I'm going to buy you something to eat and I'll be back in a while. "I nodded and sat in the car waiting for my father to come back. Ten minutes later, my father came back with a piece of bread and a bottle of water in his hand. Seeing these foods, I ate them quickly. After a while, I I found that my father who bought me something hadn’t eaten anything. I quickly asked him: “Dad, why don’t you eat? Dad smiled and replied: "Dad didn't bring enough money. I only bought these and you can eat them. Dad is fine." "When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a sore nose, thinking that my father had tried his best to bring me here from the beginning, and he had been concentrating on driving. He didn't have a sip of water or a morsel of food for 5 hours, and the tears flowed like this. Come down. Dad saw it and asked: "What's wrong, are you unhappy?" I quickly waved my hands and returned to normal.

After spending the night in the car, I finally came the next morning. Back home. Not long after I got home, my mother called me to her side and asked me: "How are you doing?" I nodded. She went on to say: "I'll tell you a secret. Dad just told me that when you went to bed last night, you were so worried that you didn't dare to sleep. You got up every 10 minutes to breathe, and you didn't sleep the whole night. "When I heard this, I couldn't bear it anymore and threw myself into my father's arms. I cried and said to my father: "Dad, thank you!" My father was stunned for a moment, then touched my head and said to me : "It's okay, this is what dad should do. ”