He moved the 500-word composition 1.
Touched, it can be a word, a look, a smiling face, or a two-way hand that extends to support you and encourage you when you are confused.
The journey of life is by no means smooth sailing, and there will always be some minor setbacks and obstacles. And friends are indispensable in your life journey.
When I was a child, I was weak and sick, and I was a frequent visitor to the hospital when I was in primary school. I remember it was in the third grade. I have mumps and a high fever. After the fever dropped, I went to school. Although the doctor said it was all right, just in case, I put on a plaster for mumps. No one expected that this matter would have such a great impact on me.
Stepping into the school gate, I quickly walked into the teaching building with the strange eyes that the doorman kept throwing at me. My friends who were still playing in the corridor ran into the classroom as soon as they saw the plaster on my face.
I walked into the classroom in shame and sat in my place amid the discussion of my classmates. What makes me even more embarrassed is that when I was in class, the teacher's eyes cast on me made me very uncomfortable. Whenever I come to my side, I immediately turn back and never take a step forward. Attract students to snicker frequently.
By the end of class, almost every student dared not hide from me, let alone play with me. When my classmates went out one after another and I was the only one in the classroom, I felt lonely for the first time, and tears swirled in my eyes. Until a familiar and kind voice sounded in my ear: "It's okay, I'll play with you, and I don't care about others." This sentence seems to light up a way forward for me in the fog.
Touched, not only because he didn't separate from me because of illness, but also because he can lend a helping hand when I am lonely and stay away from the darkness.
He moved 500 words in his composition 3.
I, an ordinary girl, am cheerful, lively and helpful, which is my greatest advantage.
Today, as soon as I finished my homework and eye exercises, I went for a walk in the country road. Walking, I saw an old man picking up bottles.
He has white hair like a crane feather, a scrawny skeleton, a short white moustache, and his face is covered with uneven wrinkles.
Grandpa is limping, so it is inconvenient to move. Seeing this, I was just about to run across the street to help my grandfather. Just then, suddenly a blue car flew by me, which scared me into a cold sweat and almost hit me. Fortunately, I hid quickly. Why is this man driving so uncivilized? I said to myself. Hey! Helping grandpa with the bottle almost killed me!
After the bus left, I quickly ran over and asked grandpa, why are you picking up bottles here alone? Grandpa replied: well, we used to live a happy life, but now my children are not around, leaving me an old man at home, and I have no skills, so I can only make a living by picking up bottles. After listening to grandpa's words, my eyes were moist and my heart was suddenly sour.
I think, now that I am a child and have no ability, how can I help my grandfather? I rushed home and poured a cup of warm water for grandpa, and then gave him the empty bottle of the drink I had been drinking these days.
Grandpa was so moved that he repeatedly said thank you, little girl. I really appreciate it．
Some people may think that just a few empty bottles and a glass of water are worthless, but to me, anything that can help others is valuable.
He moved 500 words in his composition 3.
I watched a video some time ago, which deeply touched me. The content of the video is very interesting. Van Gogh, who has passed away, has traveled to the present.
After crossing over, he was obviously at a loss about this technologically advanced society, so he walked into a museum inexplicably.
He turned around aimlessly for two or three times, and suddenly a painting attracted him. This is his painting. He couldn't believe it, repeatedly confirmed it and studied it carefully. The facts are right in front of us. This is indeed his painting. At this time, several tourists came over. They praised the painting loudly without stint. These words were heard by him. Before being laughed at by everyone, the painting could not be sold, but now it is praised. He was very excited and moved.
Suddenly, his nose was sour, his eyes were red, tears swirled in it, his face was dyed red by the excitement at this time, and his mouth twitched. He seems to want to tell the world: that's my painting! "Is this true? Is this true? " The world is totally unreal to him. If this is a dream, he would rather never wake up.
He was deeply moved to see these paintings that were once unrecognized but now praised by everyone. Being beaten by life countless times, he didn't cry. Tears dripped silently, and at the same time he smiled with relief: I was finally recognized! My efforts were not in vain! He smiled like a child, went to each painting and watched it carefully. There is light in the eyes of the godless, which is not only tears, but also light representing his faith ... The video is over.
Many painters' paintings were not recognized before their death, but finally came out after their death. Their paintings were praised by the whole world and finally became famous. Van Gogh is no exception. He lived a poor life all his life, so when he heard his paintings praised, his excitement was indescribable!
Be sure to believe that all your efforts will not be in vain, and your efforts will eventually be recognized!
He was moved by the 500-word composition.
On a busy narrow street, there was an old man in rags and thin figure. He rode an old tricycle with an old electric fan, an old refrigerator and a pile of waste paper. The old man pushed hard, and suddenly, "la la la", a wire on the car scratched a luxury car.
The old man hurried down from the tricycle. After hearing the sound, the owner also got off. The host is a paunchy man with a big gold chain around his neck. He looks fierce. The old man stammered, "How much do you want? I'll pay, I'll pay ... ". The shopkeeper touched the scratch with distress and asked, "How much can you earn in this line of work?" More and more people stopped, looked and whispered. I saw the sweat on the old man's forehead clearly visible. He tried to say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" while wiping his sweat.
The next scene was even more unexpected. The owner took out a silver iron bar from the trunk of the car and walked to the old man. The old man's body kept shaking. Some people present panicked, and some people covered their eyes in fear. When everyone thought that the old man would be hurt, the owner went straight around the old man, patted the tricycle, threw the stick on the tricycle, and said to the old man, "Old man, if you row my car, I will knock yours, and we are even." At this time, a woman got off the bus, apparently the owner's wife. She glared at the shopkeeper and said, "Look at you, what kind of old people are scared." After that, I also apologized to the old man. They got on the bus and drove off.
I can't help thinking, what a kind and tolerant car owner this is! The old man stood there, too, and it took him a long time to react and thank him for giving the car the direction to drive away.
He was moved, and so were we!
He was moved by the 500-word composition.
I will go to my friend's house on Saturday morning, but my parents are too busy making money to see me off, so I have to take the subway to my friend's house by myself.
In the morning, the subway station is crowded with people who are busy going to work. Suddenly, my eyes stopped on a grandfather who looked 70 years old. He has silver hair, many wrinkles on his face, a long scar on his hand and countless scars on his legs. He looks like a dying tree. Judging from his appearance, I guess he should be disabled. He sat quietly on the ground with a stall in front of him. There are all kinds of flowers and gadgets on the stall, which looks like a stall. His flowers are beautiful, among which plum blossom is the most popular.
Passers-by all looked at him and asked him for flowers. I saw him trying to make one beautiful flower after another with plasticine. It can be seen that Grandpa worked very hard and made every petal very realistic. It's no different from the real thing when it's done. Then, he made a stone monkey in The Journey to the West-"Monkey King". I saw Wukong holding a golden cudgel and beating one monster after another to protect Master from going to the Western Heaven.
I have no choice. I immediately stepped forward and asked, "How much is this monkey king?" The old man still didn't speak, looked up or smiled. I asked again loudly, but he still didn't respond. The old man seems to be deaf, too. My nose is sour, tears are rolling in my eyes, so I have to give the 50 yuan I brought to the old man.
A week passed and I went to the subway station again. When my grandfather found me, he kept nodding at me, as if to say, "Young man, thank you for your money." Grandpa also gave me a bunch of gadgets. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up sign.
Grandpa's spirit of overcoming difficulties and not being afraid of hard work deeply touched me!