What moved me was that there was an environmental description composition.

1. begins with a description of the environment, with a process and a result. Although the geese fly without a trace and the years are silent, the fleeting time flows without a trace in every gap of life. The fleeting waves will always wash away in the distant heart, slowly swing away like ripples, and the petals fall gently in the wind. What makes our sadness, joy, sadness and joy turn into rain and dew, penetrate into the depths of our souls when we are unprepared, gather all our emotional experiences and launch a round of attacks in the quiet night? I explore, I seek, this magical power.

In the dark blue, the stars in summer and the bright moon in autumn are ethereal, magical and broad-minded. Night attracts too many dreams, so it is unfathomable. People who want to know about it will often be moved by it and fall into it. Looking up at the sky, the ancients used stars to predict good or bad luck. Today, how many meteors secretly wish. Things have changed! Brilliant, tragic and tragic history is rapidly turning in the chaotic world, and Millennium and Millennium are just a flick of a finger.

After a long silence, a hole was opened between the dense clouds and smoke, and a red light broke out and soaked the world. Sunrise is the most perfect animation in the universe. Even at dawn every day, in the foggy sky, there is always that round of life. I am still willing to look through the layers of chemical smog, with a feeling of almost worship. No matter how depressed and distressed you are, you will be contained by this gentle color, and your emotions, spirit, will and feelings will melt in that blood-like brilliance. You will be shocked from the bottom of your heart. Your eyes can hold so many beautiful things, and your space is so vast!

This is touching, it is the magical power given to us by mother nature, and it is the human emotion to nature.

But there are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer moving things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that moving is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers at a price. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what it is, because it's not with your mouth, but with your heart.

Touched, such as the sweet spring that secretes the heart and spleen. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like pleasant snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become an frozen world, cold and heartless.

Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make room to bear the touch of this day!

2. It is very touching that there is always such a warm-hearted action when writing about the environment; There is always a word that strikes a chord; There is always such a person in my world.

—— Inscription Deep in my memory, it seems that there is always a figure who is busy for herself, or washing clothes for me, or cooking for me, or cleaning my room ... Zooming in, it is a typical image of a rural woman, and then look at her rickety shoulders and fat body, not her mother. Look carefully, who is that grandmother? There are several ravines carved on my forehead, full of vicissitudes of life stories, crow's feet in the corner of my eyes suggesting old age, and thick cocoons on my hands remind people that this woman has suffered too much. Grandma, a relative with a quarter of my blood, didn't tell me anything when I was accused by everyone, and told me to cheer when I failed in the exam. My education level was low. She doesn't know Mandarin, and she doesn't know what "abc" is, but she knows how to make good food for me before the exam and gently close the door when I write. This is the most insignificant concern, but it is also the most sincere concern.

There are several plots of land in front of the house, which she dug up with one hoe after another. I don't quite understand her thoughts. I asked her why she was so tired. She said, "A little saving is a little." It was meant to save a few dishes.

When sewing clothes for my father at night, I don't want to turn on the light even if my eyes are bad, just for a few dollars' electricity bill ... It is no exaggeration for such a grandmother to be crowned with the title of not pulling a hair. "Shanshan (nickname), fold the quilt."

"Shanshan, give me an injection. I can't see clearly." "..." I hear these words every day as I get older. "Are you bored?"

I feel very annoyed. Sometimes I yell for no reason and whisper a few words to vent my anger. However, I will feel very guilty afterwards and can't bear to see my grandmother sad.

But love and quarrel are the closest! Grandma was the greatest person in my heart when I was a child, and everything was right, but gradually, the little people in grandma's eyes had their own ideas and gradually alienated her. Later, Xiaoman had his own circle of friends, studying from Monday to Friday, eating, sleeping and socializing the rest of the time, and grandma was forgotten in a corner of her heart.

This little man is me. In fact, sometimes on a whim, helping Mimi do some housework will be called "Go to school quickly, it's none of your business."

In that case, go back So that during the Chinese New Year, my uncles came back and said, "Shanshan! You must study hard and don't let grandma down.

"Yes, my grades are good and my grandmother is happy. After this concept is deeply rooted, the care of milk has become a matter of course.

Now it seems that I have been wrong for a long time. One year old, "Shanshan, come and call grandma."

Five-year-old, "Come on, there's sugar for you." Those sweets are cheap fruit sweets, but grandma hasn't eaten them. ) When I was ten years old, "Come on, Mimi bought you new clothes."

I don't want to wear the clothes because they are too corny, but the price of that dress is more than the sum of grandma's four or five clothes. ) fourteen years old, "Shanshan, you are still young. I will enjoy it when you grow up." But what is the concept of growing up? Because of you, my life has a candy flavor; Because of you, my sky is decorated; My world is complete because of you ... What can I do for you? Thank you! Because of you.

About writing a touching composition, there should be a strong smell of gunpowder between psychological description and environmental description, and many memories have faded with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Jingjing, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

There should be many circumstances to describe me as a passer-by, who came in a hurry and looked at you curiously behind you. Just after glancing at Jinan, you pulled me and stumbled into your arms.

In October, you, poplars are still proud, and willows are still curled up. In the cool breeze, send your smile and cordial greetings. How can I not secretly like it?

The sun shines on my face and I want to sing warmly, just like an old friend I haven't seen for years.

Laoshe, in the winter in Jinan, the article he read as a child came true and he really faced it. In a trance, I feel that Jinan has never gone far, and has been sleeping in a corner of my heart, just waiting for me to wake it up gently, either at dusk or on a rainy day.

One: Baotu Spring

How many landscapes can match the beauty of Sheung Shui? How much water can compare with the beauty of Baotu Spring? Thirty-four springs hand in hand, thirty-four springs shoulder to shoulder, and thirty-four springs are clearly a pearl necklace scattered. As close as sisters, as attached as lovers, it has the most brilliant beauty.

The flowers and trees are lush and the springs are quiet. I will arrange a fairyland on earth for you to see, not afraid that you will not be convinced; Bluestone flowing water, spring water is soft. I'll give you some tenderness, I'm not afraid you won't feel bad. The most important thing is that those bamboos are reflected in the water, which makes people feel sorry for themselves.

At dusk, Baotu Spring flows quietly, with shallow loneliness, shallow west wind and unfinished dreams today. Some streamers sink and fall in spring, and some autumn rhymes follow the running water, just flowing, flowing, without waves, burying me shallowly under the water and turning me into aquatic plants.

There are some feelings rising in my heart, Baotu Spring, I want to hold you in my arms, give you the truest dream and sing you a nice lullaby. Baotuquan squinted at the clouds, looked at the wind and looked at the infatuated tourists, noncommittally.

But I still want to take you away, put you in a box, with the most precious collection, I want to take you away, put you on my pillow, and listen to your whisper to sleep. You don't promise, you say, you belong to Jinan, and Jinan is no longer a spring city without you.

Two: Li Qingzhao

Once tea added fragrance, leaving a good story for people to mourn, once staring at words, leaving some brilliant words for people to pay tribute to. Dark fragrance and sleeves, Dongli handle wine. Who says women are not strong? Endless acacia, endless sadness, a generation of poets, carrying graceful words with weak shoulders, sent a heavy tripod, a woman in cloth, paved her dream of returning home with hard work.

Under the Millennium, the spring is still there, and the sunset glow is soft.

"People are thinner than yellow flowers because of the west wind shutter", and the jade pillow gauze pavilion is full of smoke. You are just an affectionate one among thousands of women, Qian Shan Wanshui. Where is your home? You are a good husband among thousands of women.

How many people are sad in your words? How many people in your words are happy? How many lonely souls did your words comfort? How many mossy hearts have your words gazed at?

As time goes by, the wind and smoke are everywhere. In your hometown of Jinan, there is always a clever smile on your mouth.

Standing in the memorial hall of Li Qingzhao, staring at you and your husband and wife with Qi Mei case in their hands, I can clearly hear you whispering, "My love will accompany you in the afterlife".

Blurred eyes, Li Yian, I will always be your dream catcher.

Three: Daming Lake

All beautiful places have beautiful legends. I would rather touch your beauty in reality. The lake is a desert, boundless, and you are a little lonely. Leave a corner of the lake for the residual lotus to listen to the rain. Leave a spare place for pavilions; Save some lake water to take pictures of Qianfo Mountain. And take care of some fresh life in your hand.

I am smiling at you by your side, watching waterfowl hovering over you, watching some floating clouds pass by in a hurry, watching some weeping willows freshen up with the mirror in the mirror, and watching some breezes caress your forehead. I like this scene. I like being disturbed this afternoon every month. I met your eyes and heart. I also like some beautiful lives to get together in such a casual way.

Daming Lake, your sight, one thing, one flower, one tree, one cloud and one bird, are so pleasing to the eye.

Daming Lake is a cool comfort, soothing the impetuous heart of Jinan. Daming Lake is really quiet in the entanglement of traffic.

Finally, Jinan walked over and turned around frequently. I feel a lot of regret and nostalgia. Look forward to seeing you next time. If I am lucky enough to stop by your side, I really don't know what kind of tears I will face you with.

5. Touch the first pool of water described in the composition environment, and there will be a note that is warm. When it drips into your heart and moistens your heart that may have dried up, your heart will tremble slightly. I call it "moving".

On that day, I was lucky enough to get this water, let it drip into my heart and purify my soul again.

Maybe this is not surprising. I had a big fight with my mother in the morning, and a gray cloud rushed out of the house. I wandered aimlessly in the street, which was really boring. Although I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm not hungry at all. I bought a bottle of yogurt and sucked it slowly.

I fought back in my mind, and I would think of that scene just now. My mother told me to put on more clothes and said it was going to be cloudy. I didn't want to add anything at all. She nagged again and I slammed the door angrily.

Towards, a middle-aged woman in rags and unkempt appearance blocked my way. She wore a tattered red coat, a pair of blue cloth shoes worn out for several winters, and her toenails were exposed. There was a strange voice in her throat, and I tried to understand that she wanted my bottle of yogurt. I gave it to her in surprise, and he looked very grateful. She fumbled with her other hand. Finally, she found a crumpled fifty cents in a small pocket. She smiled and handed it to me. I quickly said, "No, it doesn't matter." She thought for a while, went to a stall and bought half a bowl of porridge and a fried dough stick before she started playing chess. When she came to a corner with a full load, I found out. About five or six years old, the woman picked up yogurt for him. He took a sip gently and pushed it to the woman. I finally understand that they are a mother and daughter. The mother and son handed their son a fried dough stick and half a bottle of yogurt, and they and the half bowl of porridge. The boy thought about it, left half a bottle of yogurt and split the fritters in two.

I was shocked! I really can't help but burst into tears and burst my bank. I took the money and rushed home to open the door. In my mother's surprised and anxious arms, tears flowed silently ... I am glad that I used that clear spring to make her dance my almost numb heart again and let me know the world again-moving and loving coexist!

In life, there will always be some beautiful things that will appear quietly and decorate your plain life, that is-moving!

Touching is an unspeakable feeling, which only our hearts can understand.

Many times, I will be moved by some people or things, but sometimes what touches me seems to be nothing.

When I saw my beloved flowers wither overnight, the petals were all over the ground; When I saw that the young eagle was about to hatch and struggled outward; When a long-lost friend extended a hand of friendship and hugged me tightly ... although these are so ordinary, they deeply touched my impressionable heart.

What moved me sometimes turned out to be a subtle scene that was easily overlooked. Just like the withering of flowers, this is a very common phenomenon. However, I melted it into my heart and turned it into an elegy of the disappearance of life. I think there is also a touch in Lin Dai Yu Hsu's heart. Otherwise, how can she perform a tear-jerking scene with a sad funeral, and how can she send out the feeling that "I don't mourn for me, flowers fall and people die"?

In fact, moving does not require too many words, too many tears, too many praises, and it does not require efforts to change anything. Touching is a delicate feeling, just like a clear stream flowing quietly on our life path. Only when it flows through the rugged mountain road, it will gently arouse the glittering and translucent small splash and then continue to flow forward.

I am moved because I deeply love all the beautiful things in the world, and I love them alone. It is also because of my touch that all good things love me deeply.

Touched, it has narrowed the distance between me and my friends, and let us always maintain a true and sincere friendship, maintain a deep emotional exchange and touch, care for each other, encourage each other and pay each other.

Touching can wash away people's spiritual impurities. It is like a multi-flavor bottle, let us taste the ups and downs of life. It is also like a melting pot, which helps us to refine the true meaning of life.

6. Composition: I was very moved at that time. At first, I wanted to describe the environment. About 600 words leave school. As soon as I left school, a few drops of rain greeted me. In a short time, raindrops turned into heavy rain, and my head, palm, body and schoolbag were "washed" at once. I stood under a big tree, and a cool breeze was intermittent.

I watched the school gate close, but I was drenched like a drowned rat by the rain. Suddenly, a flash of lightning passed by me, and I was startled and stared ahead. It took me a long time to wake up from my dull expression. I just remembered that the teacher said that you can't stand under the big tree when it rains heavily, otherwise you will pass by the powerful and frightening lightning like just now, but where can I hide?

I looked helplessly at the closed school gate to see if my father had come to pick me up, but I was disappointed. I heard a deafening thunder and saw a series of golden lightning that seemed to be right beside me. I felt particularly scared. I don't want to stay under the tree for a while. How I want to eat hot rice! It's a pity that I'm in the test of lightning and thunder now. I crouched under the tree in fear, with tears in my eyes, waiting for the "big ending" of the heavy rain. I comforted myself that when the heavy rain stopped, I might see the rainbow!

Just when I was helpless, a pair of strange hands helped me up. A strange face makes me feel warm, not afraid.

It's an aunt who looks very kind. She has a pair of warm hands, gently stroking me and saying, "Son, you can't hide under the tree when it rains!" " ! "Say that finish, and took out an umbrella from his bag and handed it to me. The aunt seemed to see through my mind and quickly said, "Don't worry, little friend, I will be here again tomorrow, so just give it back to me." "Holding this umbrella in hand, I always feel heavy. I am very excited to see my aunt's back.

The next day, he did come to me, and I had a bad feeling. My aunt came to me with a smile on her face. I was about to return the umbrella to her when he first said, "This umbrella is for you, little friend. I hope you can remember that you can't hide under the big tree when it rains! " "I saw a trace of warmth in his kind face. My mouth was speechless, but I held the umbrella given by my aunt tightly and shed moved tears.

I understand that the umbrella is heavy because my aunt gave me too much love. I was deeply moved when he handed me the umbrella.

7. I was moved by the composition, and also by the environment and my psychological description. In my childhood memory, many things happened. There are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing that moved me so much that I can't forget it for a long time.

I remember when I was in the second grade, one day in our class in physical education class, my classmates and I were playing the game of catching chickens happily. Unfortunately, a senior student ran over and knocked me down at once. I hurt my knee, which made me cry, and my classmates gathered around when they heard the cry. Some classmates comforted me and said, "Liu Xin, don't cry. Let me rub it for you! " Some squatted down to help me blow the wound. What moved me most was Mr. Hou. She squatted in front of me and let me lie on my back. Then she stood up hard, carried me to the platform of the school with her young body, and let me sit there and rest. At this time, Wei Xinxin came running, brought me the anti-inflammatory drugs she should eat, helped me grind the anti-inflammatory drugs into powder and spread them on the wound. ...

Everyone says that friendship is precious, but in my opinion, friendship is not only precious, but also touching. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly and will never forget it.

8. I really touched my composition 500. The time to describe the environment goes by like water. In our memory, there must be many things that are deeply touched! But one thing shocked me the most.

When I was a child, I went to school that morning. My mother said, "The weather forecast says it will rain today. Remember to bring an umbrella, you know? " I looked at the sky and thought, how can it rain when the weather is so good? Just ran out.

It's almost noon, "Rinrin Bell ..." * * * rang, looked out of the window, ah! Why is it raining? It's raining cats and dogs, and when I think of what my mother said this morning, I really regret it. All the students with rain gear have gone home one after another, and some of them have been taken home by their parents. What about me? Father is not at home, and mother has just had a fever and intravenous drip these days. No one will pick me up from school. Looking at the pouring rain outside the classroom, I cried on my desk. I thought: will mom pick me up?

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure. Oh, it's my mother. My mother braved the heavy rain to pick me up. I seem to see that the heavy rain is going to engulf my mother. My mother is walking towards me with difficulty.

"Mom!" Mother smiled at me, took off her raincoat and put it on me. I put on my raincoat with my mother beside me. I saw my "wet" mother, with a sour nose, jumping into her arms and crying.

My mother's love gives me joy and happiness. My mother is our shelter. My mother knows us, and I love my mother. We should repay the kindness of our parents.