A person who moved me wrote 600 words.

No matter in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to composition, and with composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is a 600-word personal composition that I collected and arranged, which moved me. Welcome to share.

A person who moved me wrote 600 words 1. He is not tall, but he makes me feel tall. He is naughty, but he makes me feel sensible; He loves to cry, but it makes me feel strong! He is my little cousin. I used to feel very naive and naive, but because of a recent incident, my view has completely changed. On May 12, "Land of Abundance" happened. After the magnitude 0.0 earthquake, my cousin watched TV every day, feeling sad and anxious, and his brow kept frowning. After consulting with mom and dad, my cousin immediately made a donation box, which read "Help Sichuan victims and lend a helping hand!" " Then he carefully drew a big red love, clapped his hands and smiled contentedly.

On Sunday, my cousin began to raise money and went door to door to collect money from relatives and friends. As soon as he entered my house, he shouted, "Raise money! Fundraising! " Everyone contributes! Give a love to the disaster area! "He is short, short, but he shouted very enthusiastically. Dad went over and took out a hundred dollars from his wallet and stuffed it into his cousin's box. "Thank you, thank you uncle! "My brother bowed frequently, with a happy smile on his face and holding a big box, and continued to call on my mother and me to donate money." Elder sister-in-law, elder brother, you also donate some to show your love.

All right! "My mother and I both donated money. My cousin and I came to my second aunt's house to raise money. Cousin cried again, "fundraising, fundraising! "Give a helping hand!" My second aunt's whole family donated money, and my cousin danced with joy and kept mumbling, "Brothers in Sichuan, hold on, I'll help you!" " After that, I set off in the direction of menstruation's home. With the increase of fund-raising, the box becomes heavier and heavier. "Let me help you with that," I said aside. "no! I can do it! " He held the box in his left hand, wiped his head with sweat in his right hand, and kept holding the box alternately with both hands, and his mouth refused to rest. Finally, when my hands were sore, my cousin lifted my feet to support the box.

"Go home." I said. "No, this tired? Don't you see that the PLA uncle is much harder than us? " Then he continued to shout slogans. We didn't call it a day until after twelve noon. It's 358 yuan when I go home. My brother gave all his money to his father, who donated it to the bank on his behalf.

This is my brother, a caring person who is in the same boat as the victims, and a person who touched me very much!

She is a beautiful bronze statue in the city, sticking to her small safety island every day.

At the crossroads, traffic is crowded and people are buzzing. Wearing the uniform of the navy traffic police, she stood upright and respectfully on the safe island. Year after year, day after day, cycle after cycle, undivided attention, unwavering.

On a hot summer day, at noon, I stood on the platform of the station waiting for the bus. The street was dusty, the car roared away with a long whistle, the trees on both sides were green and dripping, the sun blinded me, and the heat wave came on my face. Bored, I walked back and forth along the steps and looked up at the traffic lights at the intersection. At the moment when the red light turned green, a strong whistle went through her ear. She stood on the safe island and warned a car.

The strong light reflected by the diabolical sun turned into a layer of gold and stuck it on the statue. Her navy uniform was integrated with the gorgeous costumes given to her by the sun, forming a sacred bronze statue on the safety island. The car drove to the motorcycle lane not far from the platform, and the owner slowly stepped down from the window glass. She stepped down, just like a princess in a fairy tale, slightly sad and said lightly, "Don't you know to wear a seat belt?"

It is not a shy tone, not an impatient question, but a mother who blames her naughty and willful child, who is stern but not lacking in love, and sincerely and kindly reminds her. The owner looked down at the seat belt, smiled apologetically and said "forgot", which eased the awkward atmosphere.

Her skin color is healthy wheat color, and her plain face is crystal clear. Compared with the white and seductive face of a young urban woman, she is a little more plain and beautiful. Compared with the dark face of rural women, she has a little more subtle beauty. Yes, she is such a beautiful bronze statue, facing the heavens and the earth, with a firm mind.

Standing on her stage again, that little stage is where she insists. Under the scorching sun at noon, she reminded passing vehicles with a bronze statue; During the rainy season, she maintains traffic order in a bronze statue. Yes, she stood on her own stage like a bronze statue and played such a beautiful role.

On the street, people come and go in an endless stream. The sunshine covered the city, and her heart explained the true meaning of persistence, and that beauty was brewing over the city.

A personal composition that touched me by 600 words 3. In the morning after a small typhoon, the sun is shining and the air is fresh and cool, which is a good weather for outdoor activities. I strolled to the Champion Park and walked around the mountain road in the east, ready to climb the peak from the west square and enjoy the infinite scenery.

Because of the wind and rain, the ornamental bamboo planted by the roadside leans to the roadside. But because the bamboo poles are "fixed" to help each other, they will not fall down, but the bamboo poles will move to the top of most roads.

There are many nameless flowers here on the mountain road. They are blocked by small peaks. After the baptism of raindrops, they look more energetic and emit more intense fragrance. Birds are singing happily on the branches. It is really beautiful and refreshing. I am immersed in this happy time, while keeping my head down, I walk forward with small steps, admiring the blooming flowers and beautiful butterflies flying in front of me.

Suddenly, my forehead was scratched by something and something got stuck in my hairpin. I touched it with my hand and caught it. It was a beautiful little red flower. I am curious and puzzled: there are no flowering branches on my head, and there is no feeling that the fairy scattered flowers fall on my head ... how can there be small red flowers on my head?

As soon as I turned around, I saw the bamboo pole in front of me. I think it may be that the good-hearted people are afraid of hurting people at the end of the bamboo pole at the top of the road, and they put small red flowers on it as a warning, just like the red light at the intersection; And even if it is encountered, it also has the function of buffer protection.

When I looked intently, there was a "bonus" at the end of the bamboo pole. Take a closer look, this is not a bonus, but actually blood that has just solidified. This proves that my guess is correct. And I can be sure that this kind-hearted person was scratched by this bamboo end.

I was scared. Without the kindness of that kind person, my face will be scratched and my eyes will be scratched. It's terrible. You may be hospitalized, and you may leave ugly scars. It's terrible. I am secretly glad that I met a kind person. His little kindness is boundless to me and others.

It's really good. With the kindness of this kind person, I was surprised but not in danger. I also put on a beautiful little red flower. Thank you very much for that kind man. I silently wish him and his family happiness and health forever.

I couldn't help but hum: "... as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world."

I quickly grabbed the wooden end of the bamboo pole with one hand and inserted the small red flower into the hole end of the bamboo pole with the other. It became a wonderful bamboo flower again.

The little red flower on the bamboo pole will stay in my heart forever! Always radiant!

A person who touched me wrote 600 words. 4 Dear teachers and parents,

Hello!

On this sunny day, I think I want to say "you have worked hard" to my parents who are already gray, just like the students sitting here. I don't think this simple sentence can express my deep respect for my parents. I can only repay you with my own practical actions. At home, I want you to share your troubles. At school, I study hard because I know that only in this way will you be happy. Grateful, I think the first right thing I did when I came to this world was to be my mother's daughter. Maybe you think what I said about my mother is a little exaggerated, but it's not at all.

Take care of me since I was a child, so I won't say much about the hard work here (I think every mother will have it). Now I am in primary school. I studied well in primary school and my mother was very happy. However, by the second day of junior high school, the results fluctuated. Everyone else got a double hundred, but I got two 95 points, which made my heart ache. I went home and showed the paper to my mother. I thought she would give me an "iron sand palm", but after reading my paper, my mother asked me if I was wrong now. This moved me for several days, and so it went on for several years. My mother really never hit me or scolded me when I failed in the exam. Until now, this has moved me and made me feel very happy (I heard that other parents always mix doubles when their children fail in the exam).

The other day, I met another thing that made me unhappy, that is, I always wanted to know why people died. The more I think about it, the more scared I am, and the more I think about it, the more unhappy I am. I always look for this answer in my classmates and online these days, but I can't find it all the time, which is very distressing. Finally, I thought of asking my mother for help. I told my mother about it. My mother said to me first, "I'm not afraid." These two short words have deeper meanings. My mother's words told me to learn to face it, not to escape from reality. Now I am facing this matter, but I feel suddenly enlightened. Since we have to face it after all, there is no point in thinking so much now. It's better to face what I should do now and do it well. This is my mother's character of "never thinking ahead and living simply". I will try to change myself and live a simple and happy life.

My mother, a person who has influenced my life, is also the most cherished person in my life, and will never change.