The touching scene in my memory is writing a composition.

1. Composition (600 words) The scene left in the depths of memory is unfathomable and many things are recorded. They swim happily like small fish, but as time goes by, I have forgotten them. There is only one thing that I remember vividly. Although it is not the most beautiful and brightest one, it shines in a unique way. It is like a lighthouse in the dark, guiding the direction.

On that day, it was crisp in autumn and cloudless in Wan Li, which made people feel comfortable. I got up early, put on my schoolbag and ran to school. Today, there is sports, and I like sports best. Time passed quietly, but I felt very slow. Finally came to the fourth quarter. I ran happily, but I didn't run several times in a row as I thought, and I was out of breath. I was walking home alone. The wild flowers on the roadside were particularly bright, but I didn't see them. The birds on the branches are crisp and sweet, but it is noise to me at this time, because I am tired and thirsty. Although it is in the autumn season, I am already sweating like a pig. Eyes staring at a place, the heart has already flown to that place, that is, the canteen. Looking at those people who are drinking mineral water, how I envy them at this time! How I long for a dollar. Just as I was eagerly looking at the canteen, I suddenly saw hope. A little boy walked by and dropped a dollar. This is my hope. Just as I was preparing to run in three steps and two steps, my inner conscience haunted me. I hesitated whether to pick up the money and have a good drink or give it back to him. In the end, my physical needs overcame my spiritual needs. I had a drink, but I didn't tell my mother about it. The next day, I went to buy books. I had no change, so I had to bring 100 yuan. When I walked casually to the bookstore, I chose a book. When I was ready to pay, I touched my pocket. Oh, no, the money is gone. It may be lost. What should I do? I remember being like a cat on hot bricks when the bookstore owner cast a suspicious look, and I was even more anxious. Just when I was in a hurry, a sentence interrupted my train of thought: "Is this your money?" As soon as I heard it, I looked back and saw a hundred dollars in front of me. I recognized it as my money at a glance. I was about to say thank you, but when I saw it, I was shocked. Isn't this the child yesterday? Why? Why is he so stupid? One hundred dollars is a huge sum for him, but why should he pay it back? I don't understand why he didn't keep it for himself. I think he can do it completely. I can't help but think of what happened yesterday and feel very guilty. "I found this at the door. Is it yours? " He said naively. I quickly came to my senses and said, "It's mine, thank you, little brother." He smiled happily and then left, leaving me to meditate in the breeze. ...

This matter has always been engraved in my heart. It taught me to give the wrong change. It was a lesson for me, but it was more exciting and interesting than anything else. It is the beacon of my life. I won't forget the scene where I laughed. It will stay in the depths of my memory.

2. The most beautiful composition in my memory has experienced many scenes in my life, which is the most touching, inspiring and beautiful scene.

Our summer here is not as hot as the tropics, but it is also as hot as ants on hot bricks. At noon, the sun is high, emitting * * *, and a hot air hangs over the earth.

After finishing my homework, I took a walk in the shade of the street with a fan. The annoying cicada in the tree cries desperately, which makes people feel uncomfortable. I sat in the shade and enjoyed the gift of nature.

In the opposite shade, stood a disabled soldier, who was leaning on a crutch. His leg seems to have been hurt, probably in the war to defend his country. Seeing this scene, I can't help admiring him. He has a pair of big eyes, a modest mouth, dressed in a neat military uniform, and a military temperament emanates from him.

At that time, two young men, a man and a woman, both wearing fashionable shirts and shorts, came from a distance. They ate popsicles as they walked. After eating the popsicle, I threw the packing bag on the ground.

This little detail did not escape his eyes. He walked with difficulty on crutches.

His actions touched my heart, but at the same time I had two thoughts: should I help him? Or pretend not to see it? This makes me hesitate. After a long hesitation, I decided to help him, but he had picked up the packaging bag and walked towards the trash can.

Suddenly, another feeling of admiration welled up in my heart. A soldier with a deep disability remembers the true colors of a soldier and serves the people, but I, a healthy teenager, don't have his noble character, which really makes me feel ashamed. His mind is beautiful, his morality is beautiful, and his spirit is beautiful.

This scene, although not as majestic as the Yellow River flowing thousands of miles, nor as vigorous as Dong Cunrui's dedication, gave me too much encouragement and was the most beautiful scene! Perhaps in less than a month from the Sichuan earthquake, I stand here and recall a beautiful scene in the past, feeling a little abrupt. But it is precisely because I learned that two students from Sichuan came to school that I am more eager to share my growing experience in No.3 Middle School.

No.3 Middle School is a beautiful and harmonious campus, which pays attention to the all-round development of students. I remember that was my first year of study in No.3 Middle School. Less than two months after the start of school, the school held a seventh-grade poetry reading contest. Most of the contestants felt nervous and lacked self-confidence because they faced four or five hundred spectators for the first time.

Although my serial number is in the back, I am more nervous and hesitant, because I saw some students standing on the stage and forgetting words nervously, and finally chose to read from books. I'm really afraid of losing face in front of my classmates in the whole grade. The head teacher looked at me with firm eyes and said to me, "It is more important to beat yourself than win the prize."

My lovely classmates are also cheering for me. With the encouragement of my teachers and classmates, I took the stage empty-handed with what little courage I had left.

When I stepped onto the stage, I thought of Xiang Yu, and he was desperate. Although I am not a hero, I am fortunate to experience the growing courage inside, because I cut off my retreat. When I recited the whole poem completely and smoothly and walked off the platform, I was so excited that I really wanted to shout, "So-I can really do it!" Such a trivial matter may be insignificant in the eyes of others, but since then, every time I face difficulties and challenges, I will recall this past and tell myself that since the wind and rain can't escape, the bumps must be experienced, so what's the use of being afraid? Where can you hide? I only have one choice, that is-be strong! Face it bravely! Today, I am honored to stand under the national flag and share my experience with you, which will be another wonderful experience in my memory.

But I sincerely hope that these two Sichuan students who came to our school can leave good memories in their life here. Your strength is an example for us to learn, and our smile can also bring you warmth.

We will always be a family! The ocean of memory is unfathomable and records many things. They swim happily like small fish, but as time goes by, I have forgotten them. There is only one thing that I remember vividly. Although it is not the most beautiful and brightest one, it shines in a unique way. It is like a lighthouse in the dark, guiding my direction. It's like a boat in the Wang Yang. I want to succeed here. On that day, the autumn was crisp and there were no clouds in Wan Li, which made people feel comfortable. I got up early, put on my schoolbag and ran to school. Today, there is sports, and I like sports best. Time passed quietly, but I felt very slow. Finally came to the fourth quarter. I ran happily, but I didn't run several times in a row as I thought, and I was out of breath. After school, I walked home alone. The wild flowers on the roadside were particularly bright, but I didn't take a look. The birds on the branches are crisp and sweet, but it is noise to me at this time, because I am tired and thirsty. Although it is in the autumn season, I am already sweating like a pig. Eyes staring at a place, the heart has already flown to that place, that is, the canteen.

Looking at those people who are drinking mineral water, how I envy them at this time! How I long for a dollar. Just as I was eagerly looking at the canteen, I suddenly saw hope. A little boy walked by and dropped a dollar. This is my hope. Just as I was preparing to run in three steps and two steps, my inner conscience haunted me. I hesitated whether to pick up the money and have a good drink or give it back to him. In the end, my physical needs overcame my spiritual needs. I had a drink, but I didn't tell my mother about it. The next day, when I wanted to buy books, I had no change and had to take 100 yuan with me. When I arrived at the bookstore, I chose a book and prepared to pay.

3. The touching composition in the depths of memory opens the door to dusty memory. As the corridor deepened into my memory, I saw him on the bookshelf of "Man", oh! Although it has been a long time, I can't forget him. He, a bright star embedded in the sky of my life, has been guiding me in the right direction!

The scene clearly came to my mind. I still remember that it was a sunny day, and I was going to take a bus to the library far from home to return books. I was wearing a new T-shirt, a pair of pants and a story book in my hand, and skipped away.

Just arrived at the bus stop, Sister Wuyun drove Sister Baiyun away. It was gray, and soon it began to rain lightly. This is, a bus stopped in front of me, passengers rushed to it, and I rushed to it not to be outdone. The bus started and I found a good seat. Suddenly it rained heavily, and I thought to myself: Fortunately, I got on the bus, otherwise I would be a "drowned rat"! At this time, I found that the book I was holding was missing, so I shouted in a conditioned way: "Oh, dear! Where's my book? " The passengers on the bus were startled by my sudden call.

"Little sister, have you lost your book?" I heard a kind voice. "Yes, borrowed from the library. I may have accidentally lost it when I first got on the bus. What bad luck! " I replied. This is the greeting of the bus driver. I saw him in the rearview mirror of the car: a pair of bright eyes, thick eyebrows, short nose, dozens of silver wires tied to his head, about 40 years old, looking very peaceful. Will he help me?

As soon as the bus arrived at the station, no matter how heavy it rained, I plunged into the wind and rain, which enveloped me. I vaguely heard a concerned voice: "Little sister, don't run, just let me return the car!" " Maybe the heavy rain declined my offer. Instead of stopping, I ran faster. I don't know if it's rain or sweat on my forehead.

I ran back to the last stop and saw my book lying quietly on the roadside, wet by the rain. I immediately picked it up and gently wiped the rain off the cover. My clothes are soaked. I'm going home in the rain. At this moment, a bus stopped in front of me. The driver's uncle looked at me with a smile and said, "get on the bus, wipe your body and wait until the rain stops!" " "Obviously, he pushed the car back, and I got on the car with tears in my eyes. An aunt said discontentedly to the driver, "How can I return it when I get to the main station?" The driver's uncle said flatly, "Can you watch a little girl get wet in the heavy rain before blowing?" "That will make you sick."

In my deep memory, the image of uncle driver is still tall. He taught me to put myself in others' shoes, understand others and help others enthusiastically. Ah! How beautiful his behavior is, how beautiful his heart is, and he is my guide in life!

4. Write a touching scene composition of more than 500 words, and fix the touching scene within today.

On Saturday night, it was cloudy with Mao Mao rain from time to time. Several domestic swallows are playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a big truck roared by, and my heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I know, something unfortunate happened.

I saw a domestic swallow lying on the icy road, its head drooping, its feathery wings no longer flapping flexibly, its eyes no longer so bright, but closed. Even that yellow mouth is no longer singing beautiful music as usual. The drizzle hit her, and the feathers were soaked and tightly wrapped around her.

Just then, another small swallow leaned against the tree and flew to the fallen swallow. First, it tilted its head and stared at it strangely, probably inexplicably thinking: Hey, why did my sister sleep on such a cold road? How cold it is! Besides, our feathers haven't grown yet, and now it's windy and rainy. Can my sister's thin body bear it? Besides, this place is full of cars. If you are not careful, you will be knocked down by a car! How dangerous! Thinking of this, he put his mouth to his sister's ear and screamed, as if to say, "Sister, wake up!" " Stop sleeping here! If you want to sleep, come back to my warm nest and sleep with me! "However, its sister did not move. The younger brother was anxious and shouted even louder: "Sister, get up! You will be frozen stiff! " But its sister is still indifferent. When my brother saw it, he shouted even harder. Gradually, his voice became hoarse, heartbreaking and tearful.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and my brother couldn't help shivering, but my sister was rolled around. Immediately, a lot of blood appeared in front of my brother. When my brother saw it, he was shocked, like a thunderbolt, and tears poured down his face. My brother immediately understood what was going on. It turns out that his sister has passed away. With tears in his eyes, he spread his feathered wings to shelter his sister from the wind and rain and shouted, "Sister! Sister! You can't just die! You have a long way to go in life! You can't just leave! Sister! Sister! Wake up! Don't scare me! "

It clutched her sister's body with bright yellow claws and shook it hard, hoping to wake it up, but it was all in vain. My sister has passed away and gone to another world. How did she wake up?

Finally, he had no strength and had to jump off his sister's back. He sobbed sadly, probably thinking: sister, rest in peace, I will take good care of my parents! So, it turned around step by step and reluctantly left.

Humans! Please be kind to your feet!

5. Seek a touching composition in the memory of a composition.

happy memories

The hourglass of time flows quietly bit by bit, and the traces of time are carefully depicted. Good memories can bring us a lot of warmth and emotion.

When I was bored at home that day, I picked up a book and occasionally saw an article called Kissing the Little Witch, which opened the inner lock and released those long-forgotten memories.

The article tells the story of a little girl who firmly believes that witches exist in the world and stubbornly thinks she is a witch. Before school, she lived happily in a simple witch world. However, she grew up gradually. In order to be admitted to a key school, she had to do a lot of exercises and attend various cram schools, and her witch world was shattered.

How I look like the little girl in the story, I think I am a little witch. My mother said that when I was a child, I was generous and quiet, and I smiled shallowly, not as heartless as Sister Zhen next door. Where did she know that? I did this to keep the witch noble and mysterious.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, one morning when I arrived at the school gate, a classmate forgot to wear a red scarf and was stopped by Zhou Sheng who was in a hurry. This is a good chance for my little witch to perform magic tricks. Can you miss it? That classmate saw me and rushed over: "Little witch, I forgot to wear a red scarf!" " ""Don't worry, close your eyes. I will take your red scarf away from home by magic. " I pretended to say a spell: "Shh, shh, red scarf, show up at once!" " "When the classmate opened his eyes, a red scarf appeared in front of him. In fact, I often put some commonly used things in my schoolbag and "change" them for anyone who needs them. At that time, I thought that I needed constant practice to really do magic. But as I grew older, my witch world disappeared.

Looking back on that wonderful time, I was so naive and naive. I am bathed in happy sunshine every day. I used my "magic" to help my classmates and felt extremely happy. I wish my witch world could shine again.

Everyone may have good memories. Of course, I am no exception.

It was an early summer evening, and I was walking aimlessly on a quiet path alone. Suddenly, a little boy caught my attention. He is as black as a piece of charcoal. Looking at the way he looked around, my curiosity drove me to have a look.

"Little brother, looking for? Brother helps you! "

"My key disappeared in the blink of an eye. My parents are getting off work soon. I have to go back and cook!" At some point, two drops of tears as big as beans fell down.

Suddenly, I suddenly remembered something and ran back. "That's it!" I came to him panting.

"That's right. Thank you, big brother. My name is Xiao Hu. Come to my house. "

Before I came to my senses, he had dragged me to his house.

"Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?" I asked humorously.

"No, big brother, you are so good, how can you be a bad person?"

Seeing his positive expression, I can't help feeling ashamed. "I kicked your key into the river," I stammered.

"My dad said that only mistakes can be corrected, and it is also a good baby!" ……

In this way, we met.

In this way, we became best friends.

6. How to write 600 words in this composition? Too few words, too deep shock, too bad words. After watching the opening ceremony last night, I couldn't wait to write everything down, but I was worried that the words didn't convey my meaning. I only used the following words to record five pictures that made Zi Ling cry.

Children wearing five-star red flags from 56 ethnic groups in China escorted the national flag through the wide stadium and handed the bright five-star red flag to eight soldiers dressed in formal attire. At that moment, Zi Ling shed tears. Whether children or soldiers, they are the loveliest people. At that moment, the small hand conveys the big hand, which is care, inheritance, the solemnity of the Olympic Games and the pursuit of the future and hope. Footprint fireworks play the central axis of Beijing. Footprint-shaped fireworks bloomed in the sky and gradually approached the National Stadium. Step by step symbolizes the 65.438+0.3 billion China people's efforts for this day. It seems easy, but I have experienced countless setbacks along the way. Sweat and tears interweave into the joy of success. Zi Ling is looking forward to this century, and generations have made unremitting efforts, surging with emotion for the final arrival of this moment.

The grand performance of the Silk Road shows the magnificent movement of China's 5,000-year-old culture. Speaking of the "Silk Road", the scrolls show the footprints of the ancients. In Zi Ling's mind, there is a picture of China's ancestors trekking across the desert and crossing the ocean in pursuit of progress and a better tomorrow. What a powerful and great nation the Chinese nation is. Zi Ling is proud to be a China native.

When Yao Ming, a boy from Wenchuan, held high a five-star red flag to lead China athletes into the stadium, Zi Ling saw a small figure beside him. After listening to the explanation, I knew that he was Lin Hao, a 9-year-old boy who was called "little hero" in the Wenchuan earthquake. He represents the unyielding spirit of the Chinese nation and the people in the earthquake-stricken areas to continuously support the motherland and shows the world the strength of the people in the Wenchuan earthquake-stricken areas. Before the flame road was lit, Zi Ling had been speculating about the final lighting method, and worried that this lighting method could not be compared with the previous one, because in Zi Ling's mind, the Chinese nation is the most intelligent nation in the world, and the lighting method of the Olympic flame has virtually become a way to show the wisdom of the people of China to the world.

As soon as Li Ninggang took off, Zi Ling was puzzled, thinking that it would not be as simple as "trapeze" ... But when Li Ning began to run on the torch relay painting silk that was gradually unfolding on the outer edge of the National Stadium, all doubts in Zi Ling's heart vanished, replaced by a shock, and tears welled up in his eyes again-what emerged in his mind were the unyielding figure of overseas Chinese defending the torch and the warm smiling face during the torch relay. It was the torchbearer who carefully lit the flame on Mount Everest in warm clothes ... and in front of me, it was Li Ning who was flying-yes, nothing could stop the Chinese nation from taking off. We want to fly, flying towards our dreams, flying higher and higher, unstoppable.

7. The scene around you is a touching scene of writing a composition.

How many things happened around me and how many touching things appeared in front of me, among which I think that scene touched me the most.

Once I had an early class, the classroom was very noisy, which was much more lively than the market. Suddenly, Xiao Rui's classmates got into a fight with "redundant people". When I looked back, some male students not only didn't stop it, but also made waves, adding fuel to the fire and shouting, "Come on! Hit him, hit him. " I quickly stood up and saw Xiao Rui's classmates holding the "superfluous" collar, pushing him with one hand, not letting him hit him, and kicking him with their feet. Looking at "superfluous" again, of course, I am not reconciled. I grabbed his neck with one hand and pushed him to the ground with the other. The two men kicked around and played very hard. As a monitor, of course, I can't stand by and watch. But no one answered me. Just at that moment, I stood up and was about to punch Xiao Rui in the face. A familiar figure suddenly flew in front of me. When I saw that the man was a member of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, he had already struck him with an iron fist in front of Xiao Rui's classmates. For an instant, the classroom was silent and the whole class froze. The scene in front of me seems to have. I think how timid I am and I am not serious and responsible for my work. As a monitor, I am inferior to other students. By the time we came to our senses, the member of the Commission for Discipline Inspection had been knocked to the ground by that punch. He supported the ground with one hand and touched his mouth gently with the other. Although he lowered his head, we can clearly see that blood has oozed from the corners of the mouth of this member of the Commission for Discipline Inspection. I looked at my classmates, and they all looked at the Commission for Discipline Inspection with admiration.

He became a disciplinary Committee member, and then sternly said to the "superfluous": "Good, you didn't listen to the advice, you hurt the disciplinary Committee member. What are you doing? Rebellion? Did you come to school to fight for fame? Hurry and apologize to the Commission for Discipline Inspection! " As soon as the voice fell, I saw the member of the Commission for Discipline Inspection whispered: "Never mind, no need. You didn't mean it. " Say that finish, he walked back to his position. My heart was touched again. How guilty I am. Why don't I have the courage to stop fighting? Why is he so broad-minded?

I'll never forget the scene where the Commission for Discipline Inspection blocked the fist. He always put me on the right path of life and taught me to be considerate and tolerant!

8. A touching scene of 500 words in my memory can make me unforgettable, and there are many scenes that I can't erase in my mind. But in the biggest disaster I have experienced in my short life of more than ten years-5.12 earthquake, there is a picture that jumps in front of my eyes from time to time every day, so vivid.

A trace of sadness, eternal power, inspired me to keep moving forward.

Moving scenes in an earthquake, such as tides. What moved me most was a picture of a girl reading a book with a flashlight in the ruins when she was rescued. She said, "It's dark down there. I'm scared. I am cold and hungry, and I can only relax my fear by reading books! " Her honesty, like her strength, touched all the audience.

The girl may not realize that this picture has condensed into an eternity, which will be permanently fixed in the history of human disasters and become a proof of great human nature. No disaster is what human beings want, but their appearance is the best test of human nature and a valuable asset to promote human experience and spiritual growth. While suffering from natural disasters, human beings have actually gained valuable experience. There is no doubt that the little girl studying in the ruins taught us a kind of wisdom and experience of survival rather than the most tenacious side of human nature, that is, learning to use natural spiritual weapons to make life glow with the strongest instinct. The little girl also told us that books are not only a force for social progress, but also an important tool for making a living, a ladder to success and a spiritual force that warms people's hearts. Cold ruins, the night where there is nowhere to cry, death is approaching, and the temperature of books warms a tender childlike innocence. What moved me most was that the little girl's bravery came from her confidence in the motive force of human spirit. When she understands, it is a kind of redemption, and the spirit will not lose its foundation in life. This unrecognizable understanding makes the watch in the disaster a kind of beauty!

The power of a small life, multiplied by 65.438+0.3 billion, will merge into an ocean of love. No matter how difficult it is, divided by 65.438+0.3 billion, there are only four big characters left: unity is strength!

Changfeng caressed, crying and singing! Brothers, sisters and children, this is a disaster. You are lucky to be alive, so you should live well. Put away your sadness and pain. We are your relatives, so let's stay together forever. We are your relatives, we will be together forever, and never leave!

9. How to write a composition about deep memory? Six years of primary school life is like a bright pearl. They are gently strung together by the silk thread of happiness. Every moment contains childish friendship, and every moment contains unforgettable memories. Every one deserves to be cherished forever. Open the shackles of the memory box and hide this pearl necklace in the deepest place.

I often hear the word "friendship" but feel very strange. It seems that friends are too far away for me, just like the clouds on the side that day. I tried to reach for it, but I couldn't catch it. But it was God who wanted to explain to me what friendship was, which doomed my meeting with her.

I remember talking to her for the first time on the physical education class. I gave her a warm hug when I was running-I bumped into her. I quickly lifted her up from the ground and nervously said "I'm sorry". She is an optimist, smiling from beginning to end, and with her short hair, she is a naughty boy at first sight. She patted me on the shoulder with one hand.

Since then, she and I have become close friends. Go to the toilet together, do homework together, and go to physical education class together ... If there is her, there will be me, and if there is me, there will be her.

The path home from school at noon is the place where she and I walk the most. In summer, the sun is like fire, and the hot sunshine fills the path. Walking on the road is like staying in a big stove. It's very hot. I have been in poor health since I was a child, and my head hurts when I bask in the sun. Before I walked for a while, I stopped and shouted, "My head hurts!" " She turned to me, wiping the sweat from my head with one hand and holding my chin with the other. "I know!" She is as happy as discovering a new continent. "You are shorter than me, walk behind me, and my shadow is behind me. If you walk in my shadow, you won't feel sunburned. " I was moved by Zheng in my heart and shouted with a smile, "How can you be so kind to me?" "Nothing, because we are friends!" The sentence "We are friends" is too decisive! What a mess! I don't believe anyone will say the word "why not", but at this moment, I am convinced. I walked in her shadow in the sun, and tears had already filled my eyes.

Suddenly, a big hole appeared in the sky and it began to rain cats and dogs. She grabbed my hand behind her, covered my head with the book in her hand, and took my hand and ran. We kept running, and the rain on the ground splashed on our feet, like jumping notes in a cheerful music, infecting us. I looked at her and she looked at me. We had a tacit understanding and stopped at the same time. On the way, my parents came to us in a hurry with umbrellas. We were scolded for being "soaked" but made faces at each other playfully.

Thank God for letting you meet me, and thank God for letting you know me. As the sun flies, everything will end. When I turned around, I found that the flower of friendship had already bloomed in your heart and mine. We have left too many things that we can't give up, so we can only hide this friendship in the depths of our memory. Looking at each other, we smiled helplessly.