Moving Composition Prose (1)

There are many things passing by around us, but one small thing still reverberates in my mind and touches me.

This happened in a mall. On the day when the mall held an event, all the goods were given a 30% discount and prizes were given. It was stipulated that 7:00-10:00 p.m. My mother and I hurried after dinner. I took a basket and a few things at random. My mother told me to queue up quickly. It's up to mother to choose things. The line is like a long dragon, and I'm already behind. After a while, a boy came behind me. He was about the same age as me. He was wearing a school uniform, and his hair was dry and yellow, and his face was black. After a while, I began to talk with him. I asked, "What grade are you in?" He said, "Fourth grade." Do you buy this? ". There are still a few people coming to us, and we are anxiously waiting for Mom.

Suddenly, a person came out of the mall carrying blue things. I thought it was my mother. After a careful look, it turned out to be a mother-in-law about 60 years old. She looked at the long line, put down her things, sighed, shook her head, and said to herself, "Oh, it's not easy to buy discount things!" She was about to leave. At this time, the boy beside me stood up and said to my mother-in-law, "You can use my position, mother-in-law." "How can I do that?" said the mother-in-law. The boy insisted on giving his position to his mother-in-law no matter what. I stood beside him waiting for his mother.

Just then, the boy's mother came out excitedly with a lot of goods. The boy bowed his head and said to his mother, "Mom, I have given my place to my mother-in-law." His mother was surprised first, and then smiled and took the boy away from the mall.

I looked at his receding figure and suddenly felt that his figure was getting bigger and bigger. I was also a Young Pioneer. Can't I do that?

Moving Composition Prose (2)

Moving is a kind of heart that is overflowing with tenderness, permeated with warm feelings, and simply cures people. Some pure in cleanness, some implicit in softness.

It seems that in which book it was written, "Moving is a kind of inexpressible feeling - people are concerned, loved and needed, so people will be moved."

Perhaps, moving does not need definition.

Lying on your shoulder gently, "I'm tired." "Take a rest when I'm tired." Simple dialogue and subtle actions convey the deep feelings among friends. At this time, all the troubles in my heart will be left behind. Time is still, and only the warmth left in my heart's bustling, rippling, rippling

It's late at night. "Child, have a rest, come and drink some water, don't be too tired." Mother's gentle words like spring breeze linger in her ears, and sink into her heart. The love of loved ones is as vast as the sea. There is no impurity in the purity. Sometimes the rolling waves will rise to a hot height. The feeling of covering the heat in the heart will hover

I remember seeing a girl with tears streaming down her face.

She is pushing a flat car on a strange street. It seems that she is not a native. After all, there are many places nearby to repair cars. I looked at her disapprovingly. See her long hair flowing in the wind, but each step is so heavy or hurried. I don't know what to do. I've never met anyone before. Do you want to help me? While thinking about it, I saw an uncle walking past. He was dressed in a shabby dark blue cotton padded jacket, with loose short hair, and his side face looked about 40 years old. Is he going to help?

The autumn wind is still sad, and the sky can not break any trace of peace. The uncle looked closer and closer to her. He stopped the woman, stood beside her, said something, and kept pointing his left hand to the distance. Then he saw the woman bowed deeply to him, and wiped her eyes with her hands - she cried. I walked slowly and walked in front of them. Yes, she cried, she was moved.

In this strange place, the woman will panic. The uncle's help is a collision between one soul and another. The woman thus gained the courage and strength to face. A cool autumn day, full of moving. I think, I am moved without words, and my heart is warm

Already, I understand and move again.

Moving is a kind of precious emotion. It can make you gain warmth and happiness from ordinary trivial things. It can make you persevere in the face of the change of seasons and the change of time. It is gentle and unobtrusive. It is a kind of warmth that people can really 'miss.

Let's learn to be moved together!

Moving Composition Prose (3)

Sacrificing oneself to save others is one of the most beautiful virtues in the world, but it is full of danger. Many such things have happened around us, moving you, moving me, moving people all over the world! It was a sunny day with white clouds. On that day, our family came to Jiuligou, which was very popular among Jiyuan people. There are thousands of miles of mountains, which hover on the earth like a serpentine dragon.

We got out of the car and ran straight up the mountain like runaway wild horses. There are several tour groups here today. We first came to the lake to watch the green lake and the small fish swimming in the water. Then we climbed over a mountain and came to a big river. Suddenly, we felt happy and seemed to forget all our troubles. We cried happily, and from time to time in the valley there was laughter. Then we saw a woman standing in the river washing her face. It was really wonderful. But what happened next left us all dumbfounded.

The flood in the mountains came out of the blue like a big dragon. The woman was swept away by the flood before she could return to the gods. All this came so fast that almost everyone stood by the river and was at a loss. Then a tall man jumped into the river and swam to the place where the woman had disappeared. The water was so fierce that the kind-hearted man disappeared into the river. The kind-hearted man tried his best to find the woman, and two people's heads appeared on the water. At this time, the people on the bank woke up and tried to pull the women up together. Someone called 120, and someone carried out emergency rescue on the spot. Everyone patronized the woman, but ignored the kind person. The kind-hearted man also fainted on the shore due to exhaustion.

120 came and pulled the kind-hearted man away with the woman. The rest of the people were still standing there with panic, inferiority and expectation in their eyes.

Later, I heard from the news that both of them were safe. It has been more than a year, but it has always warmed me and moved me!!!