There are five 700-word essays on moving.

From small to large, there are many people and things that can move me, but most of them are a little blurred, and only one thing makes me remember and move. The following are five 700-word essays on the topic of moving for you. Welcome to learn from them.

700 words of touching composition.

I have been moved by one thing these days, and I can't get over it. I have a feeling of not spitting.

It was a sultry afternoon. My mother and I walked in the street for a long time and felt very hungry. We walked into a beef noodle shop. My mother ordered two bowls of beef noodles from the waiter. As soon as we sat down, I saw a young man and an old man come in. The old man was wearing sunglasses and his bony hands kept groping in the air. Obviously, the old man is blind. The young man whispered to the old man, "Dad, please sit down!" " Then someone shouted to the waiter, "Two bowls of beef noodles." The waiter is about to open the bill. The young man was so anxious that he waved his hand, ordered the price list and made some strange gestures. The waiter smiled and nodded knowingly, which surprised me.

After a while, two bowls of noodles were served, one bowl of beef noodles was placed in front of the old man and the other bowl of scallion noodles was placed in front of the young man. The old man picked up chopsticks and poked them around in the bowl. When he caught the meat, he sent it directly to his son's bowl. The son saw it and said nothing. He put the meat his father caught into his father's bowl again. Repeatedly, the original two bowls of hot noodles have lost their heat. The son said, "Dad, eat quickly. My bowl is almost full." The old man picked up noodles and began to eat. After a while, the bearer stopped again, and the young man nervously asked him, "Dad, Dad, why don't you eat?" Trembling, the old man stuffed the noodles in the bowl into his son's bowl and said in a hoarse voice, "Son, you are a manual worker. Eat more. " The young man quietly put the noodles back and said, "Dad, this noodle restaurant is very kind. I still have a lot! Please don't clip it to me, or I will hold on. " I looked at the young man's bowl. There is nothing in it, even he finished the soup. "Very good." The old man nodded at ease and said.

After eating, the young man looked at the list, collected the money and gave it to the shopkeeper. I looked at this scene and was so moved that I couldn't speak. "Son, what's the matter with you?" I turned around slowly, shook it a few times and said, "No, nothing."

On the way home, a cool breeze blows gently, which brings infinite comfort. I thought silently: What is the most precious and touching thing in the world? Maybe it is true! Only it can make people cry?

700 words of touching composition.

Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always sections of memories that leave deep traces in our lives and cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick it up, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts, which is touching.

One day, I was reading a book as usual, and suddenly a ginkgo leaf fell out of the book, which read: Take care, friend!

I suddenly remembered my primary school classmate Zuo. Thinking of him, my heart was filled with emotion: it was a summer, the sun was scorching us, and a group of children were playing on the playground. Suddenly a boy fell, and that boy was me. Alas, my leg is broken, and it hurts faintly in the sun. It was Zuo who came to help me up, and then he helped me up carefully. .

At this time, my eyes were moist, and my indifferent heart began to melt with simple actions. Although small, I was still very moved and even couldn't help crying. At this time, a friend's words rang in my ear: tears don't mean fragility, just relieve inner unhappiness, cry! At that moment, I was moved by my friend's simple language. Then I began to change myself and try to care about others, maybe just a look, maybe just a word, but others got happiness from me, got warmth from me and gave me a moving smile in return. At that moment, I suddenly understood that happiness and care can infect each other.

Perhaps, moving is the cool breeze in summer, the warm sun in winter, the refreshing feeling in spring, and a cup of fragrant hot tea? With the touch, our hearts began to become bright, spacious and pure.

Touching is not a simple tear, not a superficial sadness, but an inner feeling and a spiritual voice between people. When you touch others, you will also touch yourself.

In a hurry, most people are tempered by life and become rough, and gradually become indifferent, unwilling to stop and listen to the voice of the soul, and even more unwilling to recall the comfort that touch brings to the soul. So my friend, when you feel lonely inside, please take some time to relive that unforgettable touch! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful and moving flowers. And guide you to the front.

700 words, three-word composition, touching topic.

"In everyone's vision, there is always a fulcrum to support her life." And your constant concern and care is my eternal pursuit of happiness. A look, a nagging, a criticism and so on are all ways for mothers to express their love.

I especially like reading. This is my "baby".

I remember once, I just came home from school to do my homework. Maybe I was distracted and suddenly wanted to read a book. I crept out of the room and saw my mother watching TV in the living room. I was secretly pleased with myself and secretly smiled: haha, my mother can't control me this time! You can "party"! I walked quietly to the bookcase and silently took the book I wanted to read most. I sat down at my desk, read a few pages first, and then stuffed them into the gap between the desk and the cupboard. Then, I pretended as if nothing had happened and did my homework absently for a while. I secretly looked around, quietly took out my book and read eagerly.

But I don't know, my mother happened to pass by my room at this time and saw me reading in my room. Now, the fox's tail can't hide. At first I made some lame excuses, but my mother caught me at once. My mother was so angry that I panicked like an ant on hot bricks. This time, there is no good fruit to eat. I thought to myself, but my mother didn't seem angry. I even think there is a trace of sadness in her eyes. My mother took the book without saying a word, so I had to bury it in the pile of books and chew words, but there seemed to be something in my heart that could not be put down. I hesitated, went to my mother and said softly, "Mom, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, and I will devote myself to my study in the future." Hearing this, my mother relaxed her brow and said, "It doesn't matter, it can't be like this again." I looked up at my mother. She looked at me kindly and smiled faintly. I was a little touched in my heart. Her every move was for my own good.

Maybe a little thing is also your mother's love. Some things, if you miss them, will last forever. Don't ignore any happiness, even if it's just a little happiness caught in chopsticks.

Maternal love is like water, blue waves are rippling, and I am like a water drop, and I can never gather your love like water to repay you.

Touching composition, 700 words, four words.

Touching is 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.

The composition with the theme of moving is 700 words and five words.

"Thousands of miles in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow." The mysterious clouds covered the brightness of the sun, and birds flew south in the roar of the north wind. When the wind blows, I feel cold all over.

The campus was quiet in the late winter afternoon, and several student cadres of our brigade were on duty. The campus atmosphere is cold in the cold wind. Then came a voice: "Hey, don't throw the garbage on the ground, there is a garbage truck over there!" " "

We looked in the direction of the sound source. Is a school cleaner. She always wears a military cap, a crimson cotton-padded coat and a pair of black trousers. The deep wrinkles on her face show her age.

"Oh, ok." She was referring to Hu Yi, who threw the potato chip bag into the garbage truck.

When she saw it, she didn't say anything more, just buried herself in sweeping the floor. There was another silence. Suddenly, she raised her head, put down the ash bucket and broom, and came to us. Xiaohe stepped back subconsciously, and both of us were silent, just waiting for her to speak.

"You should take good care of these students, don't throw them around and destroy the school's sanitary environment!" She told us.

At this time, I observed that her hands were covered with inferior tape. I suddenly understood that the old man came to school to clean the floor every day. In such cold weather, her hand was cut by the cold wind. But there are still some guys who don't know how to think of others. Even if we don't care, she has suffered from the cold wind!

"Also, there are so many clothes on the chairs in the promenade that no one wants them. Don't you think it's a pity I think it's a pity! " Whether we are listening or not, she has been talking.

But when she said this, I felt extremely guilty. Every day after school, there will be clothes lost by classmates in a corner of the office, and no one will claim them. Don't they know that it is difficult for parents to make money? Don't they understand the value of money?

"You don't have to, but you can donate it to the disaster area. How many children need warm clothes in this cold winter? But why did you abandon it like this? " The old man feels sorry for this waste!