A soul-stirring work

In our daily study, work and life, it is inevitable to contact or use composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is a thrilling composition I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Stunning composition 1 hiding in a certain time, missing the palm print-inscription of a certain period of time.

As of today, I am an immigrant from the West Side. The truck downstairs honked for a long time, and the desk and bookcase were already fighting in the back. In the attic study, after a burst of dust, the mattress was finally removed and an empty bed frame was placed in front of me. Just trying to move the mattress downstairs, I was attracted by something I had never seen before-a small brown-red wooden box hidden in the corner.

I went to the bed frame, held it carefully and blew the dust off the lid. "Hoo", an antique small wooden box appeared in front of us. He is so exquisite and perfect: the four corners are wrapped in gold paint, and the lace outlines a dream. The traces of the years are deposited in the reddish brown, which seems a bit vicissitudes and dignified. It's not Pandora's box, is it? Or some legendary artifact? Moonlight box is not much different from this. I stared at it, just thinking.

"Curious?" It's mom. "Mom, this is ..." Mom smiled. Hold the box in your hand, take out a key from your body and gently insert it into the keyhole. "Yes, it can still be used. There must be something particularly important to mom? " I thought to myself.

With a bang, the lid of the box opened and a touch of warm red came into view. Look carefully, it is a small tuft of black hair and a small white tooth.

"This is your baby hair and your first deciduous tooth," mother said in very gentle words. I looked up at my mother. "This little box is your grandmother's dowry. Your grandmother said that you should put the most memorable things in the box so as to bless that person's life. " Mother whispered in my ear, with her usual whispering and warmth, I seemed to feel the string sound coming from the forest, which was particularly beautiful with the cicada singing outside the window. I looked into my mother's eyes. His eyelashes are very light, and his eyes are shining with clear light, as pure as water. This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It gazes affectionately at its most precious things and people, without secular pollution, as holy as the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain. When my heart shook, we looked at each other like this, and happiness filled the whole body. ...

Sitting in the carriage, the cool wind is blowing head-on, and my heart is also a pool of clear water. The calm wind only makes the slow microwave sway, just like the place where water lilies are in full bloom, and the irrigated water will never be exhausted.

I saw a case of juvenile delinquency at home today. A boy stabbed a student to death, which made my heart thump.

The reason is that a boy was walking on the road that day and saw many people his age holding knives in their hands. He thought it was fun, and wanted to show off, so he bought one. It happened that when he went to school the next day, he took the knife in his hand to scare others. When he saw a student, he took out his knife and pretended to be ready to cut him. The student was so scared that he ran away. He said proudly, "coward." Then he is going to scare the second student. At this moment, a student passed by him and he shouted, "Stop! ! ! "The students were very surprised. He turned his head and said, "Look at that knife!" The student got angry and kicked him. Now I am angry and anxious, and I stabbed the student in a panic, and the student ran away in pain. A few days later, the student took several people to find the boy who stabbed him. As soon as they saw the boy, they slapped him. The boy took out his knife again and stabbed him twice. As soon as the knife was pulled out, the student fell down. Looking at the bright red blood on the knife, he just stood there, at a loss. At this point, teachers, principals and deans have all arrived at the scene. (Teachers and students of the whole school) Someone has called 1 10, waiting for the arrival of the police.

After reading this, my heart is shaking and I feel that this fact is terrible. My mood is very complicated and I don't know what to say. Now, as teenagers, we are ignorant and have only a little knowledge of the so-called "legal system". The boy in the last case didn't understand the law at all from the beginning of "fun" to the end of "getting into trouble" We are the future of our motherland. Only by learning the law well can we use the law well and protect ourselves with legal weapons. Only by choosing the right path can we take the first step in life.

"Caring for growth, legal escort" I hope this sentence can be engraved in the hearts of students and remind themselves from time to time.

Three people's lives are like a trip, during which they stop and go, leaving a lot of feelings. Some people drive confused steering wheels and hesitate where to get off. When they looked back, they found that they had missed the station. Some people can grasp the direction of life and get on and off at the right place.

Once I went to the library and accidentally broke into the teaching building of grade three. Although it was time for dinner at that time, I could still see the crowded scene in the teaching building, but when I listened carefully, it was silent. That kind of atmosphere made me curious and decided to find out.

When I first arrived at the second floor, I saw the seniors burying their heads in "brushing" questions, hiding their faces, mumbling, carrying knowledge points, or pacing back and forth in the aisle. It's time to eat now. Why do so many seniors teach themselves? Just wondering, I looked up and saw a banner hanging on the wall in front of the classroom, which said, "Never forget to eat and sleep all my life, be the first, and have no regrets all my life." For a moment, I was like Fang Shu in my dream. It turns out that they are all trying to realize their dreams!

Walking on, I came to the door of another class, and a senior sitting in the front row of the class was writing constantly. On the desk are thick reference books and review materials. A series of questions surrendered to her pen, her eyebrows gradually stretched, and the expression of joy gradually climbed up her face. When all the topics were finished, Senior took a long breath, tidied up the messy desktop, tidied up the books she had just finished reading and put them under the table. I thought the senior was going to get up and leave for dinner, but she took out another book and opened it, and soon threw herself into it again.

Senior students are diligent in their studies, because they know that it is difficult for others to get this far without suffering. This truth is simple to think of, but it is not so easy to stick to it. At the adult ceremony, the cry of winning the college entrance examination, the surging passion of the audience and the high fighting spirit, although touching, are all sudden feelings. More is the painstaking care after the hustle and bustle, and more is the hardship and loneliness.

I was embarrassed to disturb them, so I quietly left the third floor of senior high school. In retrospect, this seemingly ordinary scene shocked my heart. I went back to my class, opened the book and looked up to see the slogan in the class: Tomorrow's glory needs unremitting efforts today, because the dream is not far away. I can't feel my inner strength, my face is now. ...

Soul-shaking composition 4 Behind every dark cloud, there is a shocking sunshine.

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Anyone who looks cold has a gentle shock, but you and I have never found it.

During the Qingming Festival, it was cold and clear, and the rain was falling like an old man chattering. There are also fallen flowers, DOG blossoms and falls on the grass, which is dreamlike and carefree. The flying floc, so wet and full of loneliness, is no longer rampant.

When I arrived at the cemetery, my eyes were full of ruins. On the tombstone stands a lonely old woman, with her head down, haggard and lonely. Rain man, wet by its lonely feathers, is dark and lonely, like a standing stone carving. Uncle Gao, a neighbor, has a cold temper and is called "Gao Lao Tie", just like an iceberg that is difficult to melt. He has cool thin's lips and a cold eagle nose. His eyes are bright, but they are cold and have no feelings. It is estimated that his heart is as cold as snow that has not melted for thousands of years.

At this time, he knelt in front of a tombstone, wearing a black cloth jacket, and his mother was buried under this tombstone. Uncle Gao's mother loved music before her death, so he specially brought a saxophone and played it gently. Suddenly, the music rippled in the mountains, melodious and heavy. Like a Zen master, ethereal and refined. The timbre is hazy, time flies like water and dust, and the morning glow is light and cool, as if it were integrated into music. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I seem to understand something, but I don't understand anything. This music is like water, continuous, and it hits the heart drop by drop. I was shocked. "Is this Uncle Gao's inner monologue?"

The voice stopped and the law still exists. Iceberg's cold and silent expression disappeared, and he held his head high. There is a tear, born from the corner of his eye, silent and silent. These big tears are the condensation of all his feelings in his life. In a daze, I silently rolled down my cheeks. Suddenly, I fell off my chin and fell into the soil.

I only feel that my heart is like still water swept by a strong wind, and like the bell in an ancient temple, it is constantly shaking. Suddenly, tears danced.

The movie "To Kill a Mockingbird" said: "Never judge a person at will before you really know him." Who says Uncle Gao is a cold-hearted person? It's just that he doesn't want to talk about his inner emotions. He is the saxophone, with a cold and arrogant appearance, but in fact he hides the most shocking feelings inside.

Perhaps, what really shocked me was not the tears themselves, but the * * * sound made by the soul it contained, which was solemn but tender and irrefutable. ...

Love is like fog, it comes silently, surrounds silently, and leaves gently, leaving a water trail in front of you.

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The most beautiful and thrilling love in the world, you don't need to look for it, listen to it, touch it, but you can feel it inadvertently.

That winter night, the dim moonlight shone on the bleak road. The fog filled the sky, looming, and the lone star had long since disappeared, and there was silence. Snow-white mist is like a gauze, which is intangible. The dimly lit night scene seems to be covered by this gauze, which is half true and half false. Suddenly, the tulle seemed to shake and spread out tightly in mid-air. The yellow tree turns white instantly; The lonely lamp turned white in an instant. This fantastic scene is intoxicating and quiet.

At this time, it's you and me walking under the street lamp. "You, I don't have to hang water, I can survive." I made a deep voice through the mask. "Why don't you hang water when it burns to 39 degrees?" You gave me a look. "Then why don't you hang water? You also have a fever. " I really want to tell you. You touched my face. "It's okay. I feel better. Don't worry about me."

Your stern and loving eyes shocked my heart.

When you get to the hospital, you take the prescription and prescribe medicine. I went upstairs to "push ... push ... push". I took a heavy step. Soon, you also went upstairs, and we sat in the empty injection room.

In the boring injection room, you took good care of me, and she stared at my gaunt cheek. Touch my forehead, pour me water and adjust the flow rate of the infusion tube. Through your eyes, I see fatigue.

Your obsessed eyes shocked my heart.

Time flies, and all the medicines are dead. You smiled and held my pale little hand with your warm big hand. A warm current flows through my heart and shakes my heart. I seem to understand something, a tear, across my cheek. At this time, dense fog surrounded me, like a cold hand touching my face.

On that cold winter night, mother, your hazy love shocked my heart.

Love is a virtue.

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The best things in the world often don't need to be found, listened to or touched, but they can be felt with heart.

In midsummer, the burning sun stops at the treetops with anger, and the clouds are rolling and comfortable, walking like sheep in the quiet blue sky. The breeze swept the elegant atmosphere of the mysterious country and quietly brushed my cheeks.

Thailand's Grand Palace, with its green roof, pagoda-shaped pointed roof and purple glass windows, is unique. While visiting, a voice came. Looking inside, I saw a woman lying on the ground not far from her. You immediately rushed over, cleaned up the crowd and showed yourself as a nurse. I saw the woman who fell to the ground, her eyes turned up and her mouth was foaming. You knelt on the ground and quickly assessed the woman's situation.

"Hello, madam, madam ..." You frowned. But the woman couldn't speak and kept twitching.

The tourists around were at a loss and witnessed this thrilling scene. There was a tense atmosphere in the air. Suddenly, it seemed that the pause button was pressed, the air solidified and everything in the world was still.

You carefully evaluated the conditions, "100 1, 1002 ... coma, no pulse, no breathing, call an ambulance." After that, you immediately unbuttoned the button and belt for the woman and saved it against time. ...

Three minutes later, the woman turned slightly, slowly opened her eyes and stared at you in dismay, wondering what had happened. ...

"Come back, come back ..." The cry that resounded through the sky broke the tension and silence of the palace. Suddenly, applause thundered, voices continued, and thumbs of different skin colors stood in the sun.

At this moment, in the sunshine, you are smiling, your hair tips are soaked with sweat, and your skirts are no longer flying, but you are still my beautiful mother.

Quiet flowers, bees and butterflies lingering; Unique temple, brilliant. Beauty is strength and wealth. Beauty shakes my heart.

Soul-shaking composition 7. He hobbled along, not fast. I just looked at his back and gradually left.

When I was a child, I often went to my grandfather's house. Usually I smell smoke before I go in. I told him that he would say, "All right, all right, stop smoking." But after a while, he forgot our agreement.

That summer, he took me out to play, and we walked by the clear river. Maybe I was naughty and let him carry me. I watched him stumble down, put his hands behind his back and shouted, "Come on up, naughty boy." His back is not wide, his body is not strong, he walks unsteadily and his hands are shaking. I saw the clue and said, "put me down." He shook his head helplessly and said silently, "Old, old." I still heard his words, took his hand and walked to the river with a smile, and my stumbling steps became faster.

Time seems to be a curse. The happier time is, the faster it passes. I looked at his weak back. It was a long time before I had the courage to say to him, "I'm leaving tomorrow. Take care." He looked at me for a while, but there was no response. His eyes were sad and his body trembled. After a while, he nodded, and I felt an inexplicable heartache.

The next morning, I got my luggage ready early, for fear of seeing him again, and I couldn't leave. The village is not rich, there is only one platform, which is only two or three miles. When I arrived at the platform, I was so tired that I sat on the ground. That day, the weather began to get cold, and I couldn't help shivering. Suddenly, I heard the sound of crutches, very rhythmic, fast and slow. Gradually, a figure appeared. His face is a little anxious, and the sound of crutches is getting louder and louder. When I came to my senses, he was in front of me, his clothes were soaked with sweat and his face was a little pale. He took out a blue apple and said to eat it on the way. I finally couldn't help it, so I said, "I'll stay for a few more days." But he shook his head and said, "Learning is more important. Go! " I can only nod.

I didn't stay at last, but his faltering steps remained in my heart.

There is a good girl in that faraway place. When people walk past her yurt, they will look back with nostalgia.

I have heard this song many times, but I have no feeling. Until the sixth grade—

At that time, I fell in love with a book called Ordinary World. The song I just said appeared in this book several times, and it was sung by a boy to another girl.

This boy named Jin Bo, just a friend of the protagonist, shocked my heart the most. There is a bridge in the book that goes like this: Jin Bo went to Tibet to join the army. One night, he heard a song coming from a distance. The song is in Tibetan, and Jin Bo can't understand it. But when he heard it, he sang with the Tibetan in Chinese. Jin Bo sang and ran to the place where the song came. He ran to the edge of a racecourse and saw a beautiful Tibetan girl. At this time, the Tibetan girl also saw Jin Bo. They looked at each other and sang songs to each other. Although they don't know the language, they all know each other's feelings. Maybe this is love at first sight!

But one day, this matter was known by Jinbo's boss, and he fired Jinbo. When he got home, his parents always told Jin Bo to get married quickly, but Jin Bo still thought about his Tibetan girl all the time.

Jin Bo decided to go back to Tibet and find the Tibetan girl. When he arrived in Tibet, he wanted to know where the girl was, but he didn't know her name. He went to inquire about the racecourse, and the people there said, "That racecourse has long been demolished." Hearing this, Jin Bo was full of disappointment. He couldn't bear to give up. His heart is full of that Tibetan girl. He looked for it with that glimmer of hope, which gradually turned into disappointment.

He felt disappointed and tired. He sat in the street and stared at the front, as if the Tibetan girl was in front of him, as if he had returned to that night, and the girl was still singing with him. ...

"In that distant place, there is a good girl. When people walk past her yurt, they will look back with nostalgia ... "

I put down my book and replayed the scene in my mind, as if I were Jin Bo, singing that song. ...

He leans lightly on the hospital bed with the most beautiful smile on his face.

Spacious walkways, tall windows, white walls and flowers decorated beside the walkways add some vitality to the whole corridor. The nurses on duty in the aisle checked room by room, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant.

I got on the crowded elevator and pressed the floor in the crowd, waiting for the moment when I got off the elevator. Ding, here we are. I got off the elevator, followed my mother's route, found grandpa's ward, opened the door and a pungent smell of disinfectant rushed over. The ward is big, the wall is white, the bed is white, the quilt is white, and everything is white, but the word "Fu" and paper flowers on the wall make the whole room full of vitality.

Grandparents have three children, and my great uncle and my second uncle gave them back to my mother. During the Chinese New Year, because my grandfather was in hospital, I couldn't go home, so I had to spend it together in the hospital. My great uncle and my second uncle are at home, cousin, cousin. Cousins are chatting, watching TV, playing mobile phones and games, while adults are cooking, washing clothes and chatting with grandparents. The whole room is full of the smell of Chinese New Year.

Grandpa's chair is in the hospital bed. When he saw me, he smiled at me. I smiled back at him, then went to the bed and paid a New Year call to him. I was about to kneel down and kowtow to my grandparents when I was pulled up by my uncle and grandmother. Grandpa should also stand up. Grandparents each took out a red envelope from their bags and gave it to me. I hold a red envelope, sit on the sofa and play with my mobile phone, and look at the public from time to time.

Grandpa still leaned back in the hospital bed, watching the skits on TV, which made him laugh. At noon, my uncle didn't know where he got the red wine, and insisted on giving everyone a glass, including grandpa. Everyone drank a little and blushed. When eating, people keep picking up food for grandparents. The little cousin teased grandpa and made everyone laugh. Grandpa was not annoyed and made a joke.

Perhaps, as my mother said, when people get old, they will know more about the value of life and cherish time more. Yes, people who have experienced life and death know the value of life and the beauty of time.

I still remember his smiling face, which was so beautiful.

Shake the soul composition 10 the silencing method is still there, and shake the soul with me.

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Standing at the end of memory, looking back quietly, I suddenly found that some voices I still remember have quietly bloomed and opened a bright and full tree.

"I practiced for three hours and I haven't recited this song yet. What should I do? How to test the tenth level? " My hand seems to have been bitten by dozens of ants and I am exhausted. The wind outside sobbed and the lights twitched sadly.

That night, the night tore the blue sky, leaving a black nothingness. After watching the movie, I ordered a takeaway to moisten my intestines. Just arrived at the first floor, the takeaway brother rushed over and said, "Hello, your takeaway." Took the takeaway and inadvertently touched his cold hand. His face was red with cold and his hands were purple. "Can you give me a good evaluation?" He is a little shy. I agreed, and he smiled. "Thank you!" Watching him happily ride an electric car away from his back, my tears suddenly blurred my vision like weeds in the wheat field. There will always be a tear that makes us grow up instantly.

The sound drowned out all the wonderful music.

There are no easy words and obstacles in life.

The end of sadness is the beginning of wisdom, and I want to win applause with sweat.

In a blink of an eye, winter went and spring came, and I was already sitting in the examination room. After taking a deep breath, I began to play.

At that time, I couldn't control my fingers: just like a little angel dancing a beautiful waltz in a piano wonderland, dragging me away from the world and flying to a dreamy world. Half real, half unreal.

The beauty of sound is beautiful, and the meaning of sound is endless. My soul was shocked by the sound again.

Time flies like water and dust, and the moonlight is warm, as if it were integrated into the sound of the piano that day.

In fact, the soul-shaking voice has been hidden in my heart-the best way to love yourself, your family and society is to make yourself excellent.

A composition that shakes the soul 1 1 A person always has to make many answers in his life: answers in life, answers in career ... but more are answers in his heart.

The mind should be a pure "pure land" without impurities, even the pollution of fine dust is not allowed. If it is out of control, it will be eroded by greed and material desire. I remember when I was a child, I was shopping in the street. While there were many people, I secretly grabbed a handful of candy and got home and was severely criticized by my mother. Candy is sweet, but bitter in heart.

During the Three Kingdoms period, Liu Bei once taught Liu Chan: "Don't do it because of evil, and don't do it because of good." However, in real life, because of the differences in thoughts, many people make such an answer-seeing unjust behavior and turning a blind eye; Facing the temptation of material desires, accept it gladly; Pick up other people's things and take them for yourself-and so on.

There is a poem in A Dream of Red Mansions, which says, "It is better to sink into a ditch than to lead an honest and clean life." If you can really do this, then the answer sheet of the mind is undoubtedly the best. Throughout history, predecessors have given a complete answer, which deeply shocked our hearts: Qu Yuan was expelled and deeply felt that "everyone was drunk and I woke up alone, and the world was turbid and I woke up alone"; Tao Yuanming hated the darkness of officialdom, abandoned his official position and retired to seclusion, "not bowing down for not fighting for rice"; Fan Zhongyan was demoted, but he was still "not happy with things, not sad for himself" ... They are worried about the country and the people, and they are ambitious. They are not in cahoots with the world and are not enslaved by foreign things. Integrity fills the world, and lang lang's mind shows the world. They make people feel ashamed!

Today, when the people of the whole country unite to build a well-off society, we must not relax the construction of spiritual civilization while strengthening the construction of socialist material civilization. In the face of all kinds of temptations, we should distinguish right from wrong, be selfless and open-minded. Only in this way can we become a pure person, a noble person and a person who is free from low tastes.

Let's work together, and let's try to hand in a satisfactory answer sheet!