Touching topic composition 600 words

In real life or work and study, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, and they are all familiar with it. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following are nine 600-word touching topic compositions I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Touching topic composition 600 words 1 In the corner of the city, many people are busy with their lives. You don't know her at all, but they touch you with the least warm eyes.

A smile and a greeting contain great emotions. Walking in the street, there will always be kind strangers reminding you that you have done something bad, such as loose shoelaces. Their carefulness makes you feel that they are no strangers and there is no gap between them.

I remember spending Children's Day with my good friends in the fourth grade, and the two families went to Zhongshan Park to play together. It seems like yesterday now.

After arriving at the destination, my good friend and I immediately ran hand in hand, and my parents didn't pay much attention. We have been attracted by the pleasures in front of us and ignored them. I was afraid of rockery for a while, and then I wandered around to know that we had lost contact with our parents. But we thought we just had to go back to the original place and wait for them, so we trotted back to the starting point. But it's not what we think We looked at each other and gestured what to do, but there was no answer for a long time. We are still wandering here, hoping to see them, but we waited and waited until the result came. We're starting to worry. The hands of two people are getting tighter and tighter.

At this time, an aunt who bought insurance came. I used my quick wits and immediately asked her for help. She quickly agreed and took out an old mobile phone from a cheap brown shirt and lent it to us without hesitation. After dialing the number, I explained my direction to my parents, and I could hear how anxious my parents were on the other end of the phone. After hanging up the phone, I said to menstruation.

Thank you. Give her the phone back carefully. It can be seen that his family is not rich. After his parents came, she didn't forget to sell insurance to them.

There are many such respectable strangers in the society, and it is precisely because of them that they have brought us a lot of touches. Maybe we don't know each other, but your smallest warmth touched me the most.

Touching topic composition 600 words 2 Who is a boy wearing a black coat and holding a small golden orange in his hand, sitting in the corner and eating that sweet and juicy orange? He is me!

When you enter grade six, you should study hard at home. How can you have such leisure to sit in the corner and enjoy the sunshine while eating oranges?

The cause of the incident has to start from the afternoon before yesterday. The students were doing exercises during the big recess that day. Hey, why is the other side of the playground empty? Where are the children in Grade One and Grade Two? I looked around the classroom, but there was no one there. I'm confused. At this time, the red bag came into view. What's in it? Where did they come from? Curiosity drove me to find the answer. Look at those students, they are all whispering and gossiping. Everyone is a monk in Zhang Er-I don't know what medicine is sold in the school gourd.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before Mr. Jiang, a first-grade teacher, came to our Class 6 with two children and three bags of oranges (1). She told us that her classmates picked them in Yingfeng Orchard and specially left some for you big brothers and sisters. In this way, we received warm oranges.

The students all picked up the oranges and peeled them, but I was lost in thought: the thin little students worked hard. Maybe they accidentally fell down to pick oranges in Huang Cancan, but they didn't give up; Maybe their wrists were cut by branches, but they endured the pain and continued to pick oranges ... thinking about it, I gently put the oranges in my pocket. I want to take this unforgettable orange home and savor it.

In the sun, I carefully peeled off this orange with green in the yellow, and it smelled delicious. When I put it in my mouth, it was refreshing, sweet and really delicious. Not only did I feel the innocence and sincerity of my children, but I also felt a warm current rushing all over my body.

Ah, an ordinary move, an ordinary orange, touched me and made me unforgettable, because it was sweet to my heart.

Touching topic composition 600 words 3 Tears of sadness, tears of pain and tears of excitement, each kind of tears has its unique charm, and I think the most touching tears are that kind.

When I was ten years old, my parents went out and didn't stay at home. They didn't come back until 9 pm. At night, as night falls, darkness covers the earth. Although it was opaque outside, it was dark, and I was afraid, because I was afraid of the dark at that time, especially when I was alone at night. At that time, the house was scared with lights on and huddled up. I'm too scared to look out. I hoped my parents would come back soon.

At this moment, I felt as if someone was knocking at the door. I ran over and saw that it was Aunt Ren. I quickly opened the door. Aunt Ren met me and said, "I heard that your parents are not at home, so I wanted to see you. As soon as I saw all the lights on in your house, I thought you would be afraid. Why don't you go to my house and wait for your parents to come back, okay? " After listening to these words, I was moved beyond words and couldn't help crying. After a while, my stomach began to growl. Aunt Ren heard this and said, "Are you hungry?" I replied, "Not bad, not too hungry." "Oh, then I'll cook you some rice." I said, "thank you, aunt." When my aunt served steaming rice, I looked at it, but I couldn't eat it. I think: since childhood, only my relatives have taken care of me like this. Aunt Ren is not my relative, but she is better than my relative. Thought of here, I shed tears of excitement again. Aunt Ren saw me crying and asked, "What's the matter?" "Nothing?" "Then don't cry." After that, she came up to me and wiped my tears with her delicate hands. I suddenly felt a strong maternal love.

Men don't flick when they have tears, but they don't reach the place where they are moved. Aunt Ren's care for me made me feel a deep maternal love in a lonely night. Aunt Ren's care for me made me feel silent love in the silent night. Aunt Ren's care for me made me cry on a fearful night.

Touching topic composition 600 words 4 touching everywhere. I am not moved by money, by famous brand clothes, by beloved toys, but by the true feelings in the world.

I remember one time, I came back from outside and was taking the elevator home. Suddenly, with a bang, the elevator stopped and all the lights in it dimmed. I didn't agree at first, but then it suddenly occurred to me that the elevator was broken. I also often hear adults tell scary stories about elevators closing people. At first, I kept shouting, hoping that someone would hear me and help me, but no one came after waiting for a long time. I was completely discouraged and even more afraid, so I burst into tears. At this time, I thought of what my father said: Don't panic when in danger, but be calm. So I calmed down and found the distress button in the elevator by the faint light under the elevator door. "Hello, I'm trapped in the elevator in Building 4! ! "I said in a hurry. "We'll be there soon," another replied. I asked them to inform my father again. Because I was crying loudly, the rescuers quickly heard my voice and tried to open the elevator door. Soon, the door was opened

At this time, my father also rushed down from upstairs. He called my name and asked me if I was hurt. At the same time, he shouted at the people in the property and blamed them for the elevator failure. Usually gentle father, now like an angry tiger, is eager to eat those people.

I used to think that my father didn't like me and looked serious every day. Now I realize my father's concern for me, fearing that I will be hurt a little. From then on, he was afraid that I would be locked in the elevator again, so he just watched me walk out of the house on the balcony every morning, or took me to the bus stop and drove to work.

What is touching? Grandma's obedience moved me, my mother's meticulous care moved me, and I think my father's silent love hidden in his heart moved me even more.

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

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from primary school. It says on the back: "Take care of your 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 feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or has it been filled with something irrelevant and there is no room?

A friend once gave me such a sentence: "We passed by, not because we missed each other, but because we lacked touch 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 moving is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, a friend will help you pour 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 someone to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small gift, even if it is just a petal or a leaf.

Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their commonness that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world, and what reason do we have to let mediocrity blind our eyes and not feel touched?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

My friend, please pull your heart out of the soil and make room for the touch that will make us remember for a lifetime.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter and looked out of the window bored, but he was thinking about the business that had been depressed recently.

A little girl came in, her whole face pressed against the window, looking for it carefully. After a while, she stared at a sapphire necklace with ecstasy.

"I want to buy it for my mother. Can you pack it beautifully? " She said.

The shopkeeper looked at the little girl suspiciously with clear eyes and asked, "How much money do you have?" The little girl immediately took out a small bag from her pocket, opened it carefully, then spread the money in her palm and said excitedly, "Are these all right?" Without waiting for the shopkeeper to answer, she added, "Today is my mother's birthday, and I want to give it to my mother as a gift. I haven't seen my mother smile for a long time. I'm sure my mother will like this necklace. She will definitely smile beautifully, because the color of the necklace is just like her eyes. "

The shopkeeper listened carefully, took out the necklace, put it in a delicate little box, wrapped it in beautiful red wrapping paper and tied a green ribbon on it. Then he said to the little girl, "Take it, be careful!" "She patted the little girl's head and smiled at the little girl skipping home.

At the end of the day's work, a young mother came to the shop, dressed simply but charming. She has big blue eyes. She put the opened gift box on the counter and asked, "Did you buy this necklace from here?" how much is it? "

"The price of our goods is a secret between the seller and the customer."

My daughter only has a few coins, but this sapphire necklace is real. She can't afford it. "

The shopkeeper smiled brightly, gently took the gift box from his mother, carefully repackaged it, tied a ribbon and returned it to her.

Mom was startled. The shopkeeper said, "The price she gave is higher than anyone else, and filial piety is priceless. What's more, she gave everything she accumulated. "

"Thank you." The young mother finished with tears and smiled again. A tear flashed in the corner of her eye, like a black gem. Then the young mother left.

Touching topic composition 600 words 7 What is touching? Where have you moved? ...

After reading the following story, maybe you will understand-moved!

This is an ordinary old man who is engaged in water delivery. Whenever there is no pure water at home, the wrinkled and gray-haired old man will send water home with just one phone call. And he, as long as a small reward.

One winter, I had a high fever. After I went to the hospital for an injection to reduce my fever, I felt a little better and went home to rest. Everyone should know that especially when you are sick, your mouth will be particularly dry and you need to drink water most. The only water in the water dispenser has been drunk by us for a long time, so we can only ask the old man to deliver it.

I remember that day when it was snowing outside. The whole gate is white, stop it, even standing outside for a while can make people almost freeze.

But just as I was crying out for thirst, a familiar figure flashed outside the door-yes! Who is that old man? He brought me water against the strong wind and snow! Although it was at night, I still clearly saw the thin coat of the old man wrapped in his bony body. ...

Mom and dad helped him through the door. ...

This water is like dew. I drink it, it's especially sweet. ...

To say what touching is, a person has a thousand answers. However, if you ask a person who has no feelings, he can't answer. Because, moved, is from the heart, not empty talk ... If I insist on what is moved, I can only answer: moved, more than one. ...

Perhaps, moving is a refreshing spring. Drinking sweet spring water will make our hearts clear and bright; Perhaps, what touched me was the intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. ...

If you want to say where you are moved, a thousand people also have a thousand answers. Perhaps, some people will complain that there are fewer and fewer emotions in today's society. In fact, it's just that person doesn't know how to be moved! Actually, I've moved a lot. ...

Perhaps, when my parents peeled apples for us, I was very moved; Perhaps, when a friend helps you get back a glass of water; Perhaps, when you are upset, you will get a comforting word. ...

Touched and precious, it is not precious. Because, it is possible to be touched by people around you-this is the touch around you. It's not a big and vigorous move, but it's so ordinary and simple. ...

Moving topic composition 600 words 8 beautiful and soft erhu sound came from the depths of the noisy alley. At the end of the alley, the beggar's grandmother limped to the source of the sound. ...

The old woman wore a shabby blue headscarf and a gray sweater. The color on her clothes faded a lot and she was dirty. She was wearing a pair of tattered and stained black trousers and a pair of worn-out black cloth shoes. He walked trembling with a broken bowl in one hand and a wooden mop stick in the other, and the steel shovel in the bowl jingled incessantly.

"Excuse me, ok? Can you make way ... "Beggar's grandmother whispered. A middle-aged woman gave her a look of disgust: "Where's the beggar?" Let's go, let's go. "Said, and took a big step back, for fear that the beggar accidentally met himself. Everyone didn't want to touch the dirty beggar's grandmother, so they stepped back on both sides and the crowd made way.

"bang!" A coin fell into the violinist's bowl. The crowd was surprised by the grandmother's behavior, and there was a lot of discussion in the crowd immediately. Suddenly, the piano came to an abrupt end. The blind man sitting on a stool performing art turned his back and wiped the tears from his eyes with dirty sleeves. When people saw this, they took out their wallets one after another and threw fifty cents, one dollar, five dollars, even ten dollars and twenty dollars into the artist's bowl.

Someone asked the beggar's grandmother, "How can you give him all the money if you don't even have enough to eat?" Grandma smiled on her vicissitudes of life: "I can beg without money." He is blind and needs money more than I do. " With that, he limped away from the crowd.

In the cold wind, her slightly hard back suddenly hit the softest corner of my heart, and I was deeply touched. ...

Although the beggar's grandmother is ugly and her clothes are worn out, her kind heart will always remain in our hearts.

The spring breeze is like a mother's gentle palm, caressing her face with body temperature, warm and soft.

Constant night, constant light, I always do my homework under the light, and my mother has been with me-this is my night every day. Although unchanged, it is full of love all the time. In the cold early spring, it gives people a touch of warmth, which moves me.

Compasses and pointed school supplies are essential tools for a junior high school student like me. As usual, in the evening, I bent my head on the table and tried to overcome the difficulties of math homework. The dense numbers seem to be ants moving slowly and dizzy badly. "Click", the subtle sound of opening the door, is a cup of pure milk, which is so warm that it braves white gas to float upwards and is fleeting. Mother's loving voice sounded: "Son, have a rest and have a glass of milk to wake up." Like spring breeze blowing into the heart, caressing the heart, warm and scattered.

Calm down the fidgety in my heart, calm down and continue to work hard, and my thinking will become clearer. I happened to encounter a drawing problem and rummaged in my pencil case. There was no result. I searched everything. In the silent night, it is particularly harsh. Mother heard the noise, pushed the door and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" I casually replied: "Nothing, look for compasses!" After listening, the mother quickly said, "Don't look for it. Go back and continue writing. I will help you find it. " I obediently went back to my desk to write, and it was quiet around me. My mother is not as impetuous as I am, but rummages carefully, not wanting to disturb my study. Time goes by, my mother is still looking for it, and she has never complained about my carelessness.

I don't know how long it has been. My mother came with my compass. "Wait, come on, take it." My mother handed me the compass, and I couldn't help being surprised. Mother held the sharp tip tightly in her hand and pointed the plastic head at me safely, and her heart was full of warmth and emotion. Mom saw that I didn't answer, so she put the safe in my hand. "Write!" "Her gentle voice, drifting away, slowly disappear. ...

In the cold early spring, I clearly saw the rice-like green in the gentle spring breeze, which made me move.