About touching composition, 500 to 600 words, small matter! Don't write big, pay attention to the new theme! Come on!

In our world, there are many noble people and teachers who work hard for students day and night; A policeman who has contributed a heroic body to the country; A dirty man got a clean cleaner. These are the distinguished people around me. But I think people who are kind-hearted, helpful, respect the old and love the young, and are unwilling to give up money are noble people. How many such people are around us?

There are many such people, but I am most impressed by only one, that is, Liang Moumou, who was in my class, and now we have been divided into classes. Although we have little contact, we occasionally discuss learning problems with each other.

I remember once, I went shopping with her, and I found that she was a very noble person. We go shopping by bus. There were many people in the car at that time. After we got on the bus, we finally found a place to sit down, but when she saw a pregnant woman, she immediately stood up and gave her seat to her. Before getting off the bus, the pregnant woman kindly said to her, thank you. She looked at the pregnant woman, nodded, smiled and got off.

When she was shopping, she saw a young elder sister in front drop a hundred dollars when she took her mobile phone, so she picked up the one hundred dollars that fell on the ground and ran to return it to the elder sister. When the elder sister saw us, she looked suspicious and said, you won't cheat money, will you? She said, we didn't cheat money, you lost money. The elder sister looked at her handbag to see if there was any money missing. After reading her handbag, Big Sister said shyly, I'm sorry, Little Sister. I shouldn't have doubted you. I'm really sorry. Because there are many people who cheat money recently, she replied in a friendly voice: it doesn't matter. If money is important to you, you will be very sad. It's yours. After all, it's you. The elder sister said thank you a few times and left. After the elder sister left, I asked her why she didn't want her. She replied, what would you do if you dropped a hundred dollars? What should you do if you are in a hurry and need money? After listening to her reply, I stopped talking.

When we came back, we had to go home by bus. When we got on the bus, although there were not many people, it was full. The old woman who got on the bus with us and led her grandson took a look after getting on the bus. Then she saw it again and pulled me to stand up and give up my seat.

Every time she helps others, I am deeply moved. She is so noble!

Chapter 2: Touch around.

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says take care, friends! I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the taste of that feeling. Is it because my heart is cold and desert, or is it filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: We passed each other, not because we missed each other, but because we were moved by the lack of two words in our lives. Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch 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 ordinary days, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf.

Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying that people are moved because they live in love. There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and have no way to feel moved?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Touched, such as refreshing spring. 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 heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.

Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!

Chapter 3: Looking for the touch around you.

In my impression, moving seems to be just a troublesome personal belongings. However, in ordinary life, are you moved everywhere?

Every day when I pass by Thailand's junior high school at noon, there are rows of neat and beautiful chalk characters on the roadside. When I go, I always want to see the origin of this chalk word and the person who wrote it. I want to see who is so free that I can write it on the road. Unfortunately, it is difficult to do this. But when I forgot this chalk word, I saw this strange man. But the moment I saw him, I was shocked. He is a disabled person without legs. There is a stereo on the tablet where he sits. At first, I thought he was selling tapes, but I didn't know he was the miracle I had been looking for until I saw the chalk in his hand. Suddenly, a few dark yellow leaves floated down from the roadside trees, which made me feel a little cold.

What's on his stereo is Huangmei Opera, not pop songs! I feel a little sad to hear that. What is even more jaw-dropping is that this disabled person wrote in chalk, and the words are correct. There are many onlookers standing beside. I have a rough look at what he wrote, all of which are operas! So much, so long! It's all handwritten! Someone nearby can't stand it. He put dozens of dollars in the car and casually asked, are you tired? Write so much! Sit down and have a rest. As soon as this was said, an old man gave him a push. I thought disabled people would say something sad or complain. But I was wrong.

He smiled and said, thank you, but for me, I have been resting. How to talk about fatigue? I appreciate your kindness, but I really don't need a rest. If you are tired of standing, he puts a little force on the side of the car, pats the car and says, take my car, don't be too dirty! After listening to him, I left in a hurry. I'm afraid I can't help crying.

This is by no means sentimental or melodramatic. Only when everyone's thoughts are affecting us, there are such simple people! Although he is physically disabled, his mind is beautiful. As Bacon, a famous British philosopher, said, virtue is better than precious stones, but he is more gorgeous against the background of simplicity!

Although I only use one thing to prove my doubts, it is enough to prove that the touch in life is really everywhere!