People's lives have been touched many times, and they are still being touched. Don't doubt, because moving is a true emotional expression. Although the worldly things have blurred the things around us, even if such feelings are less and less, our lives need to be touched, moved like shining stars in the night sky, illuminating the whole world.
There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. We should learn to be moved and let it warm our hearts.
Touched, such as refreshing spring; Moved by the intoxicating warm wind; Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Learn to be moved, and our hearts will become pure, bright, quiet and peaceful. Let's walk with touching!
With true feelings, as long as you have the heart, you will find the beauty of the world. Learn to be moved, and beauty will fill your life.
Touching, like a pair of hands, touches my heartstrings all the time.
People's lives have been touched many times, and we are constantly moved. Don't doubt, because we are not pretending to be sad, but showing our true feelings.
There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching. Touching, which can't be scheduled or desired, always touches your heart quietly in a casual moment.
Touched, everywhere. Moved, all the time, let our hearts be moved by these tiny lives; Let feelings precipitate in your heart, and let feelings sublimate in precipitation; Let the sublimation touch be stored again!
At the beginning and end of touching composition, there is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching. Touched, can't be booked or extravagant, it will always touch your heart quietly in a casual moment. It is this gentle touch that makes many heroes cry and many prodigals turn back; It is this gentle touch that shows so many joys and sorrows in the world, which is unforgettable.
What a touching composition at the beginning and end! ! There is a long-lost experience called touching, and there is an intoxicating taste called touching. Touched, can't be booked or extravagant, it will always touch your heart quietly in a casual moment. It is this gentle touch that makes many heroes cry and many prodigals turn back; It is this gentle touch that shows so many joys and sorrows in the world, which is unforgettable.
People's lives have been touched many times, and we are constantly moved. Don't doubt, because we are not pretending to be sad, but really expressing our feelings, although worldly things have blurred things around us, although such feelings have become less and less. However, our life needs something like touching, such as the shining stars in the night sky, to light up the world. So we need ...
An unforgettable composition has a good beginning and end. One's life is fleeting. Year after year, what does time leave us? In retrospect, there was an unforgettable moment in my mind.
If a happy life has good memories, then I think my life should be happy, because this unforgettable moment has long been an indelible mark in my memory.
In the long river of memory, unforgettable things are like countless stars all over the sky. But the brightest one is still in my mind and unforgettable. That unforgettable moment! (start)
Although it has been many years, it has been echoing in my mind. (End)
Unforgettable instant ending (1)
Do not accept the dull moment, only accept the wonderful. With the departure, we have the goal of struggle; With a goal, there is a process of hard work; Only with the process can we taste the sweetness of the moment of success. The moment of success after struggle is unforgettable!
Unforgettable moment ending (2)
I feel a lot from this moment, I know a lot from this moment, and I have changed a lot from this moment!
Unforgettable moment ending (3)
That moment is the most beautiful moment in the world, it will not be blowing in the wind, that moment is a memorable moment, he will not let time erase. That moment ...
Unforgettable moment ending (4)
Beauty-you don't need any decoration, you don't need ingenious carving, as long as you stop your heart in the harbor where colorful clouds rise and secretly engrave that beautiful moment in your heart.
Unforgettable moment ending (5)
Maybe they won't be here next year, maybe they won't fly to this tree again, but anyway, people here will always remember this wonderful moment.
Unforgettable moment ending (6)
Small photos record unforgettable moments and consist of love. There are many unforgettable moments like this. As long as we all care about each other, every moment will become more beautiful and unforgettable.
Unforgettable moment ending (7)
Tagore said: "Life is beautiful like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves." Life should be like a melodious and euphemistic movement, a gorgeous rainbow, and eternal moments, such as the melody in the movement and the colors in the rainbow, slowly assemble our life.
On that occasion, I was really moved by V Hongmei's smile at the beginning and end of the composition. I was moved by the competition of flowers blooming; I was also moved by the melodious singing of birds.
However, what moved me more was such a simple and deep fatherly love.
One day last week. I turned on the TV as usual and was telling a story about A Qing. This time it's about the true face of my son. Just as I was about to turn it off, my curiosity prompted me to look at it.
It tells a sad story. A lame old man repairs bicycles for a living and has to raise his own son. Because the child's mother died long ago, the old man became both a father and a mother, trying to take care of his son. I thought that son would treat his father well in the sunshine of his father's love, but his family was too poor to look down on his father and ran away from home. He also said. I was very angry after reading it. Although the family is poor, it is dad who gave birth to you and raised you after all. Someone who has been comforting you when you are wronged; Who has been encouraging you when you encounter setbacks? Now, when you are old, you have the right to take care of your father. You think your family is poor, so you can earn money by working on your own!
After leaving, the eager old man got his son back, but he didn't go back anyway. The old man was helpless and lied to him that there were two gold bars at home, worth 1 10,000. Go home. My son believes it, and he is very kind to the elderly. He bought food and wine and invited his father to dinner. The old man earnestly told his son to find a job when he was older. My son has been nodding there. At this time, the old man's face showed a gratified smile. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Old man, you don't know that your son is after your money, not the friendship between your father and son!
Instead of looking for a job, my son tries to cheat the old man of his money every day. Convinced that his son had turned over a new leaf, the old man gave his son 25,000 yuan, which he squandered and soon spent. He doesn't know how many bicycles the old man repaired to earn this 25 thousand, and how many people borrowed it modestly! One day, my son's lies were exposed. The old man went to his son to get the money back, but his son gave him a shocking answer. "I tell you, I don't want to come back. If you have no money, I won't come back. You don't deserve to be my father. You lied to me. Now, the money is gone. You deserve it. Now let's go our separate ways. You are no longer my father. Said, and pushed the old man to the ground. This phenomenon seems to be a bit similar to the phenomenon of old age, but the result is different. In contrast, the old man seems to be luckier than the old man, and things have turned around.
Just as the old man was sitting on the ground in a daze, he suddenly heard the voice of his son in the distance. It turns out that his son owed a lot of money before. Now those people are beating his son. The old man rushed at his son with a cane and let his fist fall on him. I was shocked. I don't know why the old man did this. Maybe love. The old man thinks that he is still his own son. At this time, his son was moved and shouted, "Why did you fight?" "He seems to have forgotten what he said before.
I believe everyone can guess the result. My son will be good to his father in the future.
I think there is so much love in the world. The father touched his son with love and action. The power of love is always unfathomable. It can melt the ice and snow, make the incredible possible, and make the impregnable city gate fragile. People often say that a mother's love is like a mountain, a father's love is like water, and mountains and water are paradise, so it must be extremely happy to grow up under the watering of love.
I was deeply moved by this program. The scene where the father was beaten for his son really moved me. ...
The touching composition around me, when the book turned over at the beginning and end, 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 junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "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 is it filled with something irrelevant?
A friend once wrote me this sentence: "We passed by, not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." 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 an ordinary day, 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: "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 not feel touched?
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 makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.
When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.
Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!
Anatomy: This article has two points worth learning. First, it is based on life, although fragmentary, but it is connected by "moving" lines, although scattered, but whole. Another is that language is full of enthusiasm, especially at the end of the article. A set of metaphors and parallelism not only "touched" the abstract things to the concrete, but also expressed feelings, which is very infectious.
The beginning and end of touching compositions are touching everywhere. We are moved by the new buds of grass in spring and its tenacious vitality; We are moved by the blooming of lotus in summer and its pure heart; Our parents' white hair and what they did to us moved us.
A rainy morning will also make me feel as boring as outside the window. Maybe it's adolescence. My temper is getting worse and worse, and people are getting more and more rebellious. These days, I often quarrel with my parents, sometimes just for a little thing.
I was pressured by studying for five days last night, and I couldn't wait to come to the computer to relax myself. Not long after playing, my mother came in: "Go and do your homework." "I'll write it later, and I'll play it first." "You don't listen to me now? I know you have your freedom when you grow up, but you should study hard first! Are you going or not? No, I turned off the computer. "
So, I had to turn off the computer, come to my desk and start doing my homework listlessly. "You see, here and there, how is everything wrong?" "Careless." I answered lightly. "Not careful? Redo! Add more points. "
Unable to contain his emotions, he finally broke out: "homework! Homework? Why only homework? ! "Then, it is a" war ".
At night, late at night, I gently pushed open the door and walked to my parents' bedside. I can't bear to disturb their sleep. I looked intently and saw only a few strands of old white hair. Although my parents have mentioned my white hair for a long time, what touches me most is now. Careful care when I am sick, sincere encouragement when I fail, and earnest teaching when I am proud ... There are many, many scenes flashing in front of my eyes, condensed on wisps of white hair. At this time, I regret, regret my rebellion, regret my incomprehension, and regret quarreling with my parents.
Back to my room, I sat at my desk, thinking about what moved me and feeling that I suddenly grew up. A word suddenly popped up in my mind-home! It is home, a place full of deep love, which touched me, enlightened me, made me grow up and made me feel happy!
Shun, one of the five emperors in ancient times, was the son of Youyou. I have been filial to my parents since I was a child. His father is an honest and kind farmer. Shun's biological mother died when she was a teenager. Shun's father, Gu Sou, was blind, but he was said to be a musical genius. He married a second wife, who was rough and fierce. Shun's mother often speaks ill of his father because of her poor family. She gave birth to a son named elephant. Elephants grow up to be cruel, overbearing, arrogant, unreasonable, and often arrogant and disrespectful to their fathers. Only by being consistent, not complaining, obeying parents as usual, caring more for my brother and guiding him to turn over a new leaf. This extraordinary filial piety touched the sky. When Shun plowed the fields at the foot of the mountain, the gods helped him. And the god bird helps mow the grass. At that time, Emperor Yao heard that Shun was filial, so he sent nine waiters to serve Zhuo and his wife, and married his daughters E Huang and Nv Ying to Shun in recognition of his filial piety. Later, Yao also gave way to Shun. People praised Shun for changing from a commoner to an emperor simply because of his filial piety.
Later generations have a poem: the team ploughs the spring elephant, and the ploughing birds are one after another; When Yao ascended the throne, Xiaogan moved his mind.
Autumn is a bit thick, and the light of life takes away the last soul of the leaves. It has no regrets, no regrets about this short journey-it drifted down weakly-this is a funeral and a gratitude for leaving. -inscription
It has entered late autumn, and the weather is a little cold. In the early morning, there are still a few scattered dewdrops on the grass leaves. People who yearn for warmth and beauty have already moved away, and even the animals living here have enough food to prepare for a long dream of spring-the river is quiet and only the river is rippling.
I stared at the tree on the bank of the river, the tree that wrote down the vicissitudes of life, and for an instant, I felt that time had forgotten it.
The wind on the expedition passed quietly, and a few yellowed twilight leaves fell and danced silently-spinning and jumping. I wonder if anyone has observed that every leaf always dances up and down when it falls, just like its contradictory heart. It deeply loathes to give up the world. It decided to slowly throw it at the root of the tree and didn't care. It only takes 7 seconds for a leaf to fall off and land.
It kissed the roots, kissed its mother and raised its mother.
The sun shone on the sand around it, stirring up a few pieces of dust, and wanted to hold a simple funeral for it. It must be good to say that "the fallen leaves return to their roots" and I was moved at the moment it landed without regret.
The spirit of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud can protect flowers more" moved me. So is Ye. What about us? How many people benefit us on weekdays, do we feel it? Even if we realized it, did we take action?
When life comes to an end, the fallen leaves choose to use their bodies to provide nutrition for their roots and contribute to the new life in the warm sun in the coming year. Its life is short, but it is valuable.
The scene of fallen leaves returning to their roots lingered in my mind for a long time, that touching moment.
Leaves just grow and fall along the path prescribed by nature, some people will think so-but the creator will not make anything for no reason. To some extent, are we not as good as falling leaves?
{Head}
When the rain fell on my shoulder, at this moment, his face reappeared in my mind. He is an ordinary and extraordinary person. He is ordinary and pursues a happy life; He is extraordinary in a unique mind: when he falls, he will stand up without hesitation; When watching others feel sad, he will feel worse than others; When I feel inferior, he will accompany me.
{tail}
He is such a person, a person who always thinks of others. In his dictionary, the word "retreat" never appeared.
I wrote it myself, get more light! ! !
{Head}
The days slip away quietly, and we all grow up inadvertently. When I close my eyes and look back, everything seems to have happened yesterday, and it appears in front of me in a hurry, and it seems to have happened a long time ago, so that when I open my eyes, I can't find a trace anymore. There are more things in childhood than the stars in the sky. Some make people happy, some pout, some make people cry, some make people ... In my mind, there is a stupid thing that happened to me, which I have never forgotten.
Time flies. In a blink of an eye, five years passed. How much bitterness and bitterness, five years of success. Has passed away, disappeared in the deepest memory, agreed.
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