The most precious feeling in the world is moving, and the greatest feeling is moving in the ordinary. So how to write an 800-word ordinary junior high school composition? The following is an 800-word ordinary and touching junior high school composition I compiled for you. I hope you like it!

Ordinary touching junior high school composition 800 words 1 This is a true story, very ordinary, but it is worth writing down and remembering. ...

It was an early morning. The weather is particularly sunny. The heavy rain yesterday made the air very fresh. I wore a light suit and hurried out of the house. I went straight to the path that I passed every day. Halfway through, I was confused. There is a long ditch on the muddy path, and there is no place to rest. I am in a hurry and want to turn around and take another road. At this moment, an empty car came and I got off. I was afraid of mud splashing on me, but to my surprise, the car stopped in front of me. I motioned for him to go first, but the driver waved to me. I didn't understand his intention at that time, but I let him go modestly, still muttering in my mind ... let's go! I looked up at the driver. Through the glass, I saw the kind eyes of the driver. I suddenly understood the driver's meaning and quickly opened the door and got on the bus. "I'll take you out. Can you go this way? " The driver kindly told me, and I said excitedly, "Thank you, Master!" "The driver took me for a while and asked me if I could get off here. I said, "OK, OK, Master, thank you very much! "I thank you again. Looking at the back of the car, I was filled with emotion and remembered a lot. ...

Although this is only a very ordinary trivial matter, it is not difficult for me to see the goodness of human nature and do something good. What is difficult is whether there is such an ideological realm. Small things like this happen every day around us. Did we do it? I don't think every driver can do this. If it was another driver, he might have stepped on the gas pedal and flew away, leaving me alone. He might spill dirty water on me. I will be very angry, and hatred and anger will come to my mind. But the same thing has two different results. Isn't it worth pondering?

We live in this complex world, and we will encounter many small things that are easy to lift a finger. If we can all give people more help and care like that driver, even a word, a look, a smile, a gesture, a warning, a humility and a blessing will make people feel moved and warm.

Sincerely helping a person is a kind of selfless dedication, dedication is a kind of happiness, dedication is a kind of character, and dedication is a kind of responsibility; Pay is a fire sent in the cold, pay is an umbrella sent in the wind and rain, pay is a sincerity, is the embodiment of people's ideological realm. Today, when we advocate a "harmonious society", if we can all pay more, our society will be more harmonious.

Let's start from small things, start from ourselves and pay more!

Ordinary touching junior high school composition 800 words 2 Today's homework is to write the most touching thing. At first, I couldn't find inspiration. Has the most touching thing happened to me recently? After thinking about it, I found that there are actually many touching things in life, and sometimes it may be the time to give up your seat, which is also very touching. Perhaps, such a touch is the so-called ordinary touch.

I remember once, I saw a touching scene on the bus, and I recorded it in words:

"Grandpa accompanied me to take the No.5 bus to the South Bus Station to take me back to Jiaxing today. We waited a long time before getting on the No.5 bus.

The time in front of the No.5 bus is not long, but it is worth savoring. Just arrived at the No.5 bus stop, I saw a white-haired and scrawny old man walking slowly across the road towards us. The old man's wrinkles covered his cheeks. When he stood in front of us and turned around, I found a white gauze on the old man's right cheek. Grandpa wanted to ask the old man if he needed help, but he was deadlocked for a while.

After a while, the old man smiled at grandpa and asked in nonstandard Pinghu dialect, "Can I get on the No.5 bus here?" Grandpa didn't seem to hear clearly and reluctantly replied, "Yes!" Then, the old man asked, "Does the No.5 Road go to East Lake?" Grandpa said, "Just follow us on the bus." I think grandpa met someone who is difficult to communicate with today.

We got on a small No.5 bus, and immediately a young man offered his seat to the old man just now, with a calm expression, holding the handrail slowly as if nothing had happened. Then, another blonde stood up and gave up an anxious old lady. When she stood up, she was just stepped on by her grandfather who was about to sit down. She didn't swear, but smiled at him calmly to make room for him to loosen his feet. Grandpa looked a little embarrassed and immediately let go of his feet.

After several stops, the "young man who made way" has got off, and the next stop is East Lake. Grandpa turned to remind the old man: "We are getting off." With a beep, the old man was helped out by a young man.

I think: these people are not showing off their appearance to others, but sincerely helping those in need. "

This is the touch in the ordinary.

Ordinary moved junior high school composition 800 words 3 moved like a meteor, across every night in our lives. It's so beautiful that I can't forget it for a long time. What moves us is often the most ordinary and common things. And that kind neighbor that I can't forget for a long time. ...

It was a rainy afternoon, and I rode my bike alone and strolled leisurely in the street. I didn't bring an umbrella, because I think riding a bike in the rain is a pleasure. However, when I rode to a right-turn intersection, a silver-gray private car flew by, not only splashing mud all over me, but also knocking me to the ground. What is hateful is that the driver didn't realize that his rear end hit someone and drove away.

I sat on the ground and looked helplessly at the roadside, but there were few pedestrians in the afternoon, and because of the rain, few people could see me. I struggled to move my broken bike from me to the side of the road and tried to stand up, but my legs were not as relaxed as usual as lead. I tried to move, but all I could respond was a terrible sting.

Just when I felt helpless, a man came over. Gradually, I saw his face clearly. It turned out to be my brother next door. When he saw me lying on the ground, he rushed over, picked me up without saying anything, helped me carefully and took me to the hospital.

Although he asked me to call him brother, in fact he is not much older than me. As a result, among the people registered in the hospital, he looked so thin and short. After helping me get the medicine, he called my parents again. At this time, he was soaked to the skin, but he didn't complain.

When my parents arrived at the hospital, he had disappeared in the rain. Looking at his hazy figure, my eyes blurred. The emotions in my heart poured in. I think, this, perhaps, is an ordinary touch!

Ordinary touching junior high school composition 800 words 4 The glorious deeds of great men always moved me to tears; The greatness of ordinary people in the ordinary also makes me forever moved, deeply imprinted in my heart and unforgettable.

Remember that Monday. After the first class in the afternoon, the representative of the mathematics discipline "rushed" to me and said breathlessly, "There is something wrong with your math homework at noon. The math teacher asked you to take a pen to the office to correct it. Hurry up! "

Hearing this, I thought, "How is this possible? I finished my math homework at noon, but the teacher called me by the wrong name. ! "I slowly took out the draft paper and pen from the drawer and came to the office with" great resentment ".

Pushing the door, I saw Teacher Ji telling another classmate a math topic, so serious and persistent that she didn't even know when I entered her office. My resentment was suddenly hit by an invisible force from "heaven" to "earth"-isn't the teacher for us ignorant students?

I don't think it's a problem to open my homework. I felt a little disgusted and frowned. At this time, Mr. Ji finished the topic and turned to me and said, "Did you find any problems?" Seeing my silence, she said seriously, "Mathematics is to test your carefulness. If you finish it carefully, you will certainly have no problem; " However, if you are not careful and don't obey the rules, you will have no quality and will only waste time. Judging from the completion of your homework at noon today, your homework is so much. Why? You have saved a lot of processes and steps because of calculation problems. Although the answer is correct, the process is more important. If you finish a task and give it to your boss later, after the boss sees it, there will be no process, and you will inevitably have doubts and may lose his or her trust in you. Now make up the process! "

The teacher's words benefited me a lot, and I can't help regretting my previous thoughts in the future. I felt sad in my heart-how ignorant I was! At that moment, my heart was like an overturned vinegar bottle, and a sour smell filled my heart. I was deeply moved. Teacher Ji is also an ordinary member of this world. Her teaching was so ordinary that I was moved-I almost cried. However, she is extraordinary-in my heart, in her persistence!

Like Mr. Ji, every responsible teacher is mortal, but in the eyes of students, I think they should be extraordinary-exchange their youth and knowledge for the future of our new generation. They became our guides and nameless victims! They have no regrets, so they spent yesterday, today and tomorrow in an ordinary and nameless way. ...

Let's be moved by our beloved teacher in the ordinary!

Ordinary moving junior high school composition 800 words 5 days at your feet, you step on the calm voice. Finally I grew up unconsciously. Then one morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are very precious. In retrospect, they didn't appear in the fragile shiny glass cabinet. The new era of life has replaced memories, and "moving" has left a silent trace in my young mind. In the early summer of that day, the girl with the croissant braid, the old man ...

On the first day of June, the weather is sunny. The sparkling lake is full of the golden light of the sun. Cicada kept chirping in the trees, adding a bit of vitality to the sultry summer.

I was walking in the street, and I was in a particularly happy mood. Suddenly, the scene in front of me attracted me. An old man stood in the sun, pulling a "car" full of wood (I don't know what it is, I can barely call it a "car"). His bare arms, sallow complexion and obvious malnutrition must have embarrassed his family. I can't bear to go up and help him, but I think: I'm so thin that I can't even carry watermelons. How can I carry so much wood? In a trance, two women came face to face. One of them said in Minnan dialect, "Hello! Look, that man-the man pulling the wood in front, he gave birth to an unlucky fool son and two retarded grandchildren! " Another woman listened, leaving an expression of disgust and contempt.

I was so angry that I just wanted to blame these two women, but my eyes were attracted by a female college student who looked in her early twenties. I saw the female college student staring at the two women quietly, then walked to the old man's voice and said softly, "Grandpa, go there and have a rest. I'll help you.-Don't worry, I'm strong.-No, you don't have to be embarrassed. I will come, just to experience the hardships of life. " So as not to suffer the cold shoulder of others in the future! "After listening to the words of the female college students, the old man couldn't hold back his excited tears any longer, and he was in tears. The two women next to them were flushed and ashamed.

Looking at the figure of female college students far away, I can't help but respect her. Standing in the sun, I suddenly feel that I have grown a lot, a lot. ...

After this incident, I told myself to treat people equally, not to be a coward and look down on others. Although it has been four years since this incident, the voice and smile of that female college student have always been engraved in my heart, teaching me how to be a man.