In my memory, there are many touching things, but the only thing that makes me deeply buried in my heart.

One day, it was raining cats and dogs, and I was walking on my way to school with an umbrella. Suddenly, a little girl hid under my umbrella and whispered, "Sister, I don't have an umbrella. Can you share an umbrella with me? " Although I said yes, I was very reluctant, so I tried my best to move my umbrella to my side, and the little girl's shoulders were soaked. The little girl looked at me and said nothing.

After walking for a while, I suddenly tripped over the stone under my feet. Fortunately, the little girl gave me a hand, but the pants on the right were covered with mud. I want to go home and change, but class is coming soon. What should I do? The little girl seemed to read my mind and handed me a handkerchief. I said, "Your mother will scold you if you get dirty." The little girl shook her head and helped me clean it. On the way, I asked curiously, "It's raining so hard, why don't you take an umbrella?" "I lent my umbrella to my neighbor's eldest brother. He can't go to middle school without an umbrella! " The little girl said. Hearing this, my face burned. I am older than her, but not as kind as him.

This touching event has long been engraved in my heart, and I will always remember that little girl.

The touching composition around you is expressed in 300 words; I can't forget the girl's birthday in the last winter of college. I dressed myself as a snowman and set a romantic plot all the way to lead her to find a "snowman", but another boy caught the fruit of my labor and forced me to say that it was me who fell into the gourd on the first day; I can't forget that I ate dinner in a hurry one night after Little Fame, but I hurried back to the dormitory with my head down, only to be choked by a classmate's casual advertising knowledge. I can't forget that I got 59 points in the first CET-6. I sang a song "Be Brave" on the playground in the southern district, which attracted countless knowing voices of "Ah-it's you". I can't forget reading all the advertising books in the library and boasting that advertising wizards are invincible. I can't forget the big playground where Yuanyang has been hidden for countless nights; I can't forget every path on campus. I watched her "kiss" with the boy in front, and met MM whispering on the way: "Look, he is.

You know, I dare not be brave myself-I wanted to tell that girl that I like you, but I still dare not. I looked at it carefully for a long time before I saw clearly that it was a "rogue"; I can't forget that one day my roommate sang loudly while playing soap in the school bath; I can't forget the young man who doesn't believe in nosebleeds. I can't forget to call my senior female classmate teacher when I first entered the school gate, and once called her aunt; I can't forget that my roommate said that he dreamed that he was actually taking an exam, so he woke up and found that he was really taking an exam ... I can't forget that on the first day of college, one leg fell into the sewer between the second and third canteens in Nannan; I can't forget that the girl I like is holding hands with another boy in the street, but there is nothing I can do; I can't forget the pain when I was awakened by the whistle in the early morning to attend morning exercises. I want to feel this pain again. I can't forget the last Mid-Autumn Festival in college, which immediately attracted hundreds of people to watch.

Later, when the whole class met to introduce themselves, I tried my best to attract everyone's attention. Who knows that this common behavior has attracted the attention of others, and then I know that we have been singing "The girl across the street looks over"; I can't forget the big study room of the library, and then "look at the lovely day and touch the real face", but I didn't expect to touch a face of rice grains; I can't forget peeking at the opposite girl's building with binoculars in my bedroom and seeing a piece of paper stuck on the window.

Why should I touch him? His coat was covered with dust, his hands were covered with calluses and his trousers had faded. He is an ordinary and extraordinary cleaner.

He is everywhere, but he is often ignored.

In autumn, he is an ambassador to sweep the fallen leaves, and in winter, he is a "snowman".

No matter whether it is hot or cold, whether it is big pieces of paper or small paper flowers, he will clean it up. He only considers the cleanliness of the city and the health of the residents. What an ordinary and great cleaner! He neglected his home, despised money and despised those who laughed at him. He often said: "We clean the city clean, but people praise the environment, but ridicule us. Now these people, I really don't understand! " Great cleaner, go your own way and let others talk! He is an ordinary and easily overlooked cleaner, a person who makes the city beautiful, the environment beautiful and the citizens live a healthy life, but he doesn't care about gains and losses.

That great cleaner! I follow your example, I am proud of you, I am proud of you.

Write a touching story in 300 words. Touching story I saw a real touching thing last night.

The thing is this: an old man has a dog, and the old man is his father. The dog loves vermicelli, so the old man gave it a nice name "vermicelli".

Once, vermicelli went out to play and was mistaken for a stray dog, and it was knocked out. The old man heard the news and took the vermicelli home. The old man held it for four days and four nights, but the vermicelli miraculously woke up and never ran out.

However, in recent years, the old man has been diagnosed as paralyzed, and the old man has no children or daughters ..... Because of his mobility, he can only buy things for a few days at a time. One day, the old man sat in a wheelchair and went out to buy vermicelli as usual. Unexpectedly, vermicelli pulled up the old man and ran away. Since then, the old man has gone out every day.

One day, the old man pointed to the road and took it to the supermarket to buy food. The old man didn't go in to pick it out, but the shop assistant took it out for him. At this point, vermicelli is waiting at the gate of the supermarket. The next day, before the old man told him where to go, vermicelli pulled him to the door of the supermarket. How clever vermicelli is! It pulled the old man so many times and never ran a red light.

Vermicelli also dragged him to the park.

When the old man reads the newspaper, he stays on the ground and doesn't play with his master until the old man finishes reading it. What a sensible puppy! The old man said that he wanted to spend the rest of his life writing stories about animals.

The manuscript fee was provided by a friend of the old man. One of the stories is written like this: a blind man and his beloved guide dog came to the gate of heaven together. The angel said that there is only one place in heaven, and another person will fall into hell and let them race.

Guide dogs walk slowly in the footsteps of their owners. When there was only one step left from the gate of heaven, the master ordered the guide dog to stop.

The angel thought: This master is really selfish.

The owner can see it. He stared at the dog's face for a long time. The master ordered him to move forward quickly.

Just as the guide dog stepped into heaven, the owner fell into hell. The guide dog soon caught up with the owner, and they fell into hell together ... The angel was wrong from the beginning, and these two souls are interlinked.

There are many stories, but the affection between the old man and his dog is eternal!

About maternal love, 300 words are touching. Everyone says that the greatest, most selfless and purest love is maternal love. I think so too.

One morning, it started to rain in Mao Mao. After a while, it started to rain cats and dogs. The rain hit the window like a downpour, making a "splash" sound.

On this day, my mother took me to my grandmother's house, but she forgot to bring an umbrella. She put on my coat. Suddenly, there seems to be a warm current rushing into my heart. What is this? It is my mother's meticulous love for me.

Another time, the wind was cold and there was heavy snow. I walk to school with my schoolbag on my back.

Where's mom? My mother thought I was wearing less, so she brought me a sweater and chased me after me.

"Mom, you are shivering with cold, so don't worry about me," I said to my mother.

My mother smiled and said to me, "It doesn't matter if I'm cold, son, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold!" Hearing this, my tears flowed down like broken beads, blurring my vision. At this time, I was in tears.

I gratefully took the clothes my mother gave me and said "thank you".

Mom said, "You're welcome".

Another time, I got pneumonia and had a high fever of 39 degrees. My mother is always by my side, giving me medicine and rubbing wine. Sleep with the light on at night, and mom is still on duty.

I couldn't help myself. I cried.

Tears are like a car, carrying me, running on the runway of maternal love.

If my mother were the sky, I would be a bird flying freely in the sky. If my mother is the sea, I am a wave in the sea. If my mother is the universe, I am a star in the universe. Mom is like a fire in winter, warming my heart.

How great is maternal love!

Touching story with friends, 300-word composition, May 12, 2: 28 pm.

A sudden disaster happened in Sichuan, which brought great pain to the people of Sichuan. The disaster made the whole country sad.

After the earthquake, I saw such a touching story from the live TV broadcast: an 8-year-old girl was buried in the ruins for a day and a night, but she strongly led her classmates to sing.

Keep saying, "It doesn't hurt, it's okay. Let me tell you a story. My mother and they will definitely come to save us. "

Twenty-seven hours later, Zhou was caught by the villagers, covered in blood. The first sentence she asked her mother was, "Mom, I didn't steal from others. Why is my hand broken? " During the 27 hours she was buried, she never gave up hope.

But when she had an amputation in Chengdu alone, she completely collapsed-her mother stayed in the disaster area and continued to "plan" other children; Dad died in the earthquake and the body was placed on the playground; Ye Er, please stay awake and experience the whole process of arm from conscious to unconscious, necrosis and amputation.

What a brave and strong little girl this is and what a touching thing it is! We should learn from her!

This is one thing that moved me. I wrote a 300-word composition in grade three. Something that touched me When it rains, I will miss my dear father and think of something that touched me.

It was a Sunday, and I went out to play with my mother and cousin.

I don't know who provoked God again, but the sky suddenly darkened and it began to rain in Mao Mao.

But no one expected that the rain in Mao Mao turned into a downpour, and my mood was as dark as the sky.

What shall we do? What shall we do? There is no shelter from the rain, and Dad is not at home, so we can't come.

At this moment, my mother saw a tall and big tree and asked us to hide under it.

We waited and waited, but it kept raining, and it was bigger than the first rain. The strong wind blew so fast that it almost froze to death.

Just then, my father called and said anxiously, "I'm at home. I just got back from my hometown. It's raining hard outside. Where have you been? " My mother said anxiously, "I took Jia Min and Tao Tao to the stadium and it rained.

Come and get us! "Dad listened to hurriedly agreed.

Twenty minutes later, my father came. He took a bath towel from the car, put it on me, carried me to the car, and then pulled my cousin in.

Mom said, "Look at this day, it's summer, and it's raining so hard. Please see them off first and pick me up later. "

Dad didn't dare to waste a minute and sent us home. But at the intersection of home 100 meters, the car couldn't move because of too much water. Dad hugged me and asked my brother to follow him.

When I got home, my father went to pick up my mother and bring her back. My father was soaked to the skin. After a while, he just kept sneezing and then had a high fever. Because my father had a heart attack, he was in the hospital.

I know dad did it because he went to "save" us.

Thought of here, my tears welled up in my eyes.

I will never forget this matter, knowing how much my father loves and cares about me.

I am proud to have such a father!

What moved me most was that a person wrote a composition of 200 to 300 words. The person who touched me the most talked about the person who touched me. There are many people, such as warm-hearted father and ingenious mother ... but what moves me most is grandma Wang, who has a beautiful heart.

Grandma Wang is a humorous person. She loves to laugh. When she smiled, a big chrysanthemum bloomed on her face.

Grandma Wang is 7 1 year old this year. She is white-haired, gentle and amiable. She took part in the revolution during War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's time and is now a health commissioner.

One day, my friends and I were playing games in the yard. While playing, I peeled a candy and put it in my mouth. Then I threw the candy paper on the ground and continued to play.

At this moment, Grandma Wang came. I think grandma Wang must have seen what I did.

My heart is pounding.

But on second thought, Grandma Wang and I are old friends and neighbors. Maybe she will take care of my face! However, grandma Wang lost her smiling expression on her face, as if she didn't know me at all, and said solemnly, "Little friend, please pick up the candy paper thrown on the ground."

"All of a sudden, people in the yard are surrounded, and my face is flushed to my ears, and tears are spinning in my eyes. I was really cruel to grandma Wang, and I was merciless. I accused me in front of so many people and made a fool of myself.

I can't bear it any longer. I bent down to pick up the candy paper, turned and ran home, lying on the bed sobbing.

I was unconvinced at first, and gradually I realized that if everyone threw garbage like me, the yard wouldn't be full of garbage! It was Grandma Wang who set an example and took the lead in maintaining public health and corrected my wrong behavior in time. Grandma Wang is an example for everyone to learn! To make up for my mistakes, I often help Grandma Wang clean the yard.

Whenever Grandma Wang smiles again, it becomes a big chrysanthemum! Grandma Wang also has a beautiful heart.

Once I went shopping with grandma Wang and saw an old man leading his granddaughter to beg by the roadside. Granddaughter is sallow and emaciated, and looks very fragile. The old man sat on the ground with a sick face and a sad face. It turned out that the granddaughter of the old man was seriously ill and had no money to treat the disease, so she had to beg.

Grandma Wang did not hesitate to take out 20 yuan money from her pocket and put it in grandpa's hand.

I asked Grandma Wang strangely, "Who doesn't love money? You don't earn much a month. Why donate money? " Grandma Wang smiled and said to me, "Is money more important than life? If grandpa's granddaughter has no money to treat the disease, isn't her granddaughter hopeless? Helpful! " I listened and bowed my head in shame.

Don't you think someone like grandma Wang Can will impress me?

My mother and I wrote a touching story in 300 words! Please hurry! It was a dark night and there was a strong wind outside the window. I finished cleaning the classroom and began to pack my schoolbag, ready to go home.

"Click-",there was a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by a downpour. My heart went dark, so I put my clothes on my head and rushed out. Just arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes-my father and my mother, but they all had only an umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me, "Your father and I both came directly from the office without an umbrella."

""no, it's raining too hard, and both of them will get wet. I want to give this umbrella to the poet.

"Dad said busy with an umbrella.

"Dad and I quarreled.

"I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hug my shoulder in the other. Three people and two umbrellas disappeared into the water mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.

In the dim light, my mind suddenly flashed one picture after another: I remember, because I was in a hurry to go to school, I forgot to bring my exercise book. After my father found out, he ran to send it to the classroom for me; I remembered that when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball, my mother hurried to look for me everywhere. I remembered his urgent voice in the microphone when I called my father who was away on business: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, so don't forget to pull out the knife first when you fuse"; I remembered my mother's words before leaving home every time I met an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself.

"Too many past events gushed out instantly, which made me feel tears.

Parents' love is like the fragrant touch of lily, which slowly gathers and no longer drifts away.

I think maybe no one in the world will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents' love? Maybe it is far from it.

In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and I won't be tired no matter how far I walk, so I will never forget my father's eager words when he holds my draft composition: "Change it, change it again, and you can copy it."

"I won't forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me-life is too long and this moment is happiness.

Writing here, I can't help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hand and didn't dare to look at the face of God.

I think parents can enjoy this right. They have sacred things handed down from "God" to the world.

Touching moment composition 300-word middle school edition wonderful moments are like clever notes, connecting our lives into touching movements.

Look, player 24 has the ball. He took the ball straight to the other basket, crossed like Hua, and made a sharp breakthrough with passion.

Swing past several defenders in a row, and then fly to dunk.

"The ball is in!" I cried with excitement.

I like watching basketball games.

Every moment brings me youthful vitality and * * *.

I held my breath with them at the moment of shooting; At the moment of scoring, I cheered with them.

"The wind is roaring, roaring ..." The students are standing on the stage to give a speech.

Sometimes they are heroic and passionate, and sometimes they are sad; Sometimes shouting, sometimes whispering.

Even sitting under the stage, I can really feel the most sincere feelings in their words.

Perhaps such a beautiful moment will quietly pass away when we have no time to recall it, but the memory of his youth will never be erased.

Surrounded by a silent white, perhaps this is the unique color of the ward.

I stared at the ceiling in a daze

I glanced at my mother quietly, but I was surprised to find tears in her eyes.

My mother took my hand and said, "Son, you have suffered a lot these days ..." In fact, the hardest thing is my mother. I gently wiped the tears from her eyes.

At this moment, I seem to see my mother's inner smile.

This moment is wonderful because of the devotion of love, and unforgettable because of the return of love.

In front of family, pain can only be a faint mark.

Wonderful moments seem to be footprints on our growth path, bearing our joy and sadness. ...

I have two articles here. You can copy whichever you want! I hope to adopt a mouse. He is a medical worker. He used a female mouse for tumor experiment. He transplanted cancer cells into mice. A few days later, the tumor on the mouse in the cage grew bigger and bigger, but he was surprised to find an abnormal scene. The mouse fidgeted, then painfully bit the tumor with its mouth and swallowed it. The wound was bloodstained and almost exposed.

Two days later, he found that the mouse gave birth to a litter of glittering and translucent mice. The mother mouse was lying in the cage, and the wound was unbearable. Hungry mouse cubs drink their mother's milk and grow up day by day. Mother mouse's body is being sold day by day, dragging her thin body. Under the ruthless ravages of cancer cells, she exhausted all the energy in her body and turned it into the milk of life. After feeding this nest of mice, finally one day, the mother mouse fell in the cage forever, and there was no breath, and a group of raised mice gathered around ... He has been observing this strange phenomenon. After giving birth to the mouse, the mother mouse lived for 2 1 day, and he exclaimed in his heart: "2 1 day is just the normal lactation period of the mouse. After that, mice can live independently without their mother. This female mouse. Facing this situation, facing the maternal love of this great and tragic animal! He burst into tears ... thanking the wolf. It was a day in June of 1964+00.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the snow was half a foot thick, and our car slipped and couldn't walk.

When we pushed the cart, we found a group of brown and yellow things approaching slowly. We quickly got on the bus and found eight hungry wolves, all like calves, with their bellies hanging high and their hind legs looking thinner.

The Naxi villagers in the car said don't worry, there is a way.

The snow closed the mountain, and it was difficult for wolves to find something to eat.

I am starving one by one.

Is there anything to eat in the car? We almost replied with one voice: Yes.

Then throw it down to them! The villagers seem to be giving orders.

Too many chefs in our restaurant threw away the bacon and ham we bought from Lijiang to bring back to Kunming, as well as the very precious dried deer, piece by piece.

All eight big wolves were red-eyed and growled at the food. The first batch of things left behind were eaten up in the blink of an eye.

But they didn't go. Eight wolves sat in a row, staring at the back door.

The villagers continued to give orders: stay more! We have 100 kilograms of meat in the car, so it's important to save your life. Throw it away! I said this with tears in my eyes.

The second batch of about 50 kilograms of meat flew out the back door.

Eight wolves growled at the food again, but the speed of eating slowed down obviously. Seeing that every wolf's belly is getting bigger and bigger, it is not so tall.

It's just a pack of cigarettes. Eight wolves are still sitting neatly, staring at the back door, just like before.

The villagers looked at each of us and spoke firmly again: anything else? Don't leave anything, and buy it from Lijiang when we come back. Don't be sad.

I stared at this Naxi fellow who we just met and said to myself: Can we go back? According to the requirements of the villagers, we threw away all the meat in the car, including a little dried venison that we were particularly reluctant to part with, and more than a dozen packets of biscuits. Eight wolves chewed again, ate the meat, and tentatively sniffed the dozen packets of biscuits, but did not move.

At this time, I clearly saw that the bellies of the eight wolves were round, and their eyes began to become docile, so they stopped sitting sideways. One of the wolves turned around the car twice and ran towards the front of the car. The other seven wolves did not move.

After a while, the wolf ran back and took seven wolves to the pine forest.

Our hanging hearts finally let go, and the driver Xiao Wang got down from the cab and took a deep breath at us, which means: that was close! We started pushing the cart again, but it still didn't help. It seems that we may be trapped here today. If we meet a group of wolves again, it will be completely finished.

Just then, we saw eight wolves coming out of the pine forest and jumping on the highway. Strangely, every wolf has a big branch in his mouth. I want to know what they want. We had to climb into the car again and watch carefully.

Driver Xiao Wang simply poked his head out of the cab, and I opened a window to see what the wolves were doing. I saw eight big wolves put branches in their mouths under the two rear wheels of the car.

Ha ha! The wolf made a hole in the car, and I cried with joy.

When the wolf saw me yelling, he just looked at me. I also found that there was no hostility in the wolf's eyes.

Then eight wolves got under the car together. I didn't understand what it meant, but I saw snow flying on both sides of the car, some drifting down the mountain and some drifting to the side of the road.

After a while, eight wolves got out from under the car and ran to the front of the car, with their heads forward and their tails lined up in front of the car. Their mouths arched into the snow and forked forward, and then four wolves were on the opposite side, scraping the snow backwards with their powerful hind legs.

The road surface is gradually exposed.

Tears were rolling in my eyes. I shouted to Xiao Wang: The wolf has shaved the snow for us. Start the car quickly.

Sure enough, the car started and drove slowly forward.

Naxi villagers also hugged us excitedly.

The wolf car moved forward to both sides and ran back to pick up the branches together.

The car just went to the thick snow and skidded again.

The eight wolves repeated the action just now: first make a hole, then scrape the snow, so that every time they repeated it, the car drove forward.

This was repeated more than a dozen times, and the car went forward for several miles, reached the top of the mountain, and then went down the mountain.

After the bus reached the top of the mountain, the wolf stopped grabbing branches and sat in line behind our car. The difference is that a wolf moved forward a little.

The fellow villagers told us it was a wolf, which probably gave us all the ideas.

We were so excited that we applauded the wolf together.

But the eight lovely wolves didn't seem to respond. They just stared at us, and then the first wolf came first, and then the rest slowly walked up the hill and disappeared into the pine forest.

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