In the essay 1 with the theme of moving, one kind of moving is bitterness, and the other is persistence; Have a feeling of yearning; There is a touch that is worth cherishing ... In fact, in life, touch is everywhere. -inscription
Military medal, my honor
An old man with gray temples and nearly sixty years old stood out among the young people wearing camouflage clothes. He wore a military uniform and saluted solemnly. However, what is even more amazing is the numerous military medals on his chest. Colorful and varied military medals all show the vicissitudes and years he has gone through.
Seeing this scene, I can't help but be surprised, but more moved. No matter how the years pass, the most important thing is what you leave behind. With the passing of time, what remains unchanged is that tenacity and glory.
Prison, the most beautiful wedding.
She, only 37 years old, has cancer; He had to steal an electric car in order to raise money to treat her, and was sentenced to four years in prison. 2010165438+10/2, they got married in prison. Burning candles, white wedding dresses and eternal vows and love.
Perhaps, many people don't believe in love. However, when you do meet, you will believe and live forever. He is willing to sacrifice for her. Maybe this is the witness of their love.
Yin and Yang are separated, and we are reunited.
Because my family is poor and I have no travel expenses, I have repeatedly asked the government for help but have not responded for a long time. Sacrificing her son to wait for me so far away is her only belief. Finally, she saved enough money to see her son, but it was 20 years later. With white hair, she could only burst into tears.
A mother's love for her children is infinite, and even if she has only one chance, she will be desperate. After 20 years of scrimping and saving, she finally saved enough money. Even the grave, she is willing to.
No matter how hard and tired I am, I will.
Bai, a white-haired and scrawny old man. He rode three rounds for 20 years and donated 350,000 yuan to 300 children in poor mountainous areas. 350,000 yuan is his life savings, but he still contributes something. When he handed in the last 500 yuan, he said, "I may not be able to donate in the future." I can't pull it. " All the teachers and students quietly shed tears ...
An old man is more caring than some middle-aged young people. This love is precious, passionate and admirable. No matter how tired I am, I will. ...
Dad, I will wait for you to come home.
An old man and a girl. Their clothes are worn out, but the girl is holding a certificate in her hand, and the conspicuous scarlet letter tells her efforts. However, there is no smile on her face. When can mom and dad come back? She missed it. ...
A girl has to endure pain when she is only a few years old. Her parents are working hard in the city, for their children and for themselves. However, they may not know that children prefer company. Dad, will you be proud of me?
Bitter tears, persistent beliefs, the strength of longing, and the beauty of cherishing all belong to the purest emotion in my heart-touching.
Composition 2 On the topic of touching in September In Wan Li, I gained a lot in outward bound training: friendship, strength, hard work, trust ... countless, but at the same time there are various touches.
On the fourth night, we played a game-crossing the line of life and death. Students should help each other through a hole less than one meter in the air. Nothing can touch this line. If the line is touched, all the staff will come back. Hearing this rule, the students were all shocked. You can't touch the line to go through such a small hole. Who can do this? Just when we were upset, the teacher said to us, "Don't worry, nothing is impossible in my exam!" " "
At the beginning of the game, boys stood on both sides, carrying girls one by one, finishing the girls, and then carrying boys with smaller heads and greater strength. When there were eight people left, we succeeded. The referee blew the whistle. As long as he blew the whistle, nothing good would happen. He thought, sure enough, a boy touched the line and everyone in the past came back.
Watching the boys sweat like rain, I can't help anything: they won't let me cheer; Wipe the sweat, they won't let; Give them chocolate, but they won't let them. I feel so wronged that I can't hold it any longer. But look at their appearance: they are all panting, some boys are tired and dizzy, and some are tired and sick. I feel so distressed that my nose is sour and tears are spinning in my eyes. However, when I saw many girls fall down with moving tears, I have always been a strong butterfly, losing my protective color, and my tears kept flowing downwards.
Fail again and again, return again and again. Many boys are exhausted. When I wiped their sweat, I only wiped it once, and the whole paper was soaked.
After countless failures, we were at a loss when only one person succeeded. Only one person, without the help of others, how did he get to this point?
He just stood over, but touched the bottom line and the referee relented. Just ask him, "Is it a full refund or 150 push-ups?" He resolutely chose push-ups. He didn't finish speaking for 10 seconds. I don't know who shouted, so I helped him. Hearing him say this, the students said in unison, "We will also help him do it together." In this way, we made 10 by ourselves and finished it soon. Just when we didn't know what to do, a boy from another class carried him outside. In an instant, the students cried, and the previous efforts were not in vain. Everyone hugs and comforts each other. Here, there is no gossip, regardless of gender, only the purest friendship.
This evening, we get along well with men and women. On the way back to the dormitory, the girl helped the injured boy, took off her coat and put it on them. She was shivering with cold. The other boys who jumped rope saw it and took off her coat to try to be brave. Her lips were purple with cold, but she didn't complain.
I was moved by this situation: without any complaints, the most selfless dedication is true friendship.
Composition 3 on the topic of touching I was really touched that time! Because I think of my dad, I'm sad!
I can't remember the exact date, just at noon this winter. It was very cold and windy that day We have no classes in the afternoon, and the department organizes to participate in sunshine sports long-distance running exercise. Reluctantly, they all gathered on the playground, stood timidly, and listened absently to the boring speeches of the leaders on the rostrum.
Behind the podium is the stadium under construction in the school. Standing there, I looked up and saw the busy workers on the high iron shelf. At that moment, I was really deeply moved!
Maybe we are a little far away. They are too high. How difficult it is for them to walk on it. At first, I thought they were so thin.
Looking at them, I think of my father. My father worked in the building since he was a child. Until now, I don't know how hard he works! It's hard to think about it.
When I was in primary school, he was very strict with my study. When I came back from class, I was asked to do my homework. Even for a week, I seldom have time to play. Maybe that's why. I hated him a little when I was a child, but I never had a good relationship with him when I grew up. I seldom speak at home, even if I speak only a few words every time! Usually he goes to the construction team early and returns late, so he doesn't have much time at home.
It was this year that I felt that he was really old. Looking at his face and body, I sometimes feel distressed and have been paying for me!
Moreover, I have taken more medicines this year. I always say my body hurts, but I can handle it most of the time. I haven't asked what's going on, and I feel a little constrained to talk to him. Am I very unfilial! But some words have been in my mind, but I can't say them in my mouth!
When I came to college in September this year, he sent me to school! Later, I also stayed at night. That afternoon, he looked around all the places in the school. At that moment, I understood that he had great hopes for me. At the beginning, the exam was still very difficult when he was in senior three. He failed the exam and wanted to repeat his first year. But at that time, he was not allowed to go because there was no money at home. I think it's a great pity for him.
I didn't want to write, but I felt very uncomfortable. I wrote it casually here. I think I have been so careless in my studies and activities during this time, even since I went to college. I really feel sorry for them! I'm sorry for my family's efforts! I haven't called for a long time either. I think I should contact them more!
We should all cherish what we have now! Poverty inherits the wind! Pay more attention to our parents! Rural people should think more about their families!
The wind outside the window poured into this silent ward bit by bit, and the air was mixed with a little dreariness. "Aunt, don't you feel well?" I asked as I put the rice in my aunt's mouth. My aunt swallowed her meal, touched my head and forced out a smile: "Silly girl, my aunt is fine, everything will be fine!" " "My aunt said that because she didn't want me to worry too much about her, but from her increasingly pale face, I knew that she was really suffering, and she just had to bear the pain herself.
When I was about to go to primary school, my dearest aunt was ruthlessly diagnosed as "advanced gastric cancer" by the doctor. Hearing this news is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me. I cried all night and my eyes were swollen like beans. Later, I often went to visit my aunt, but every time I went to the ward, I saw my aunt tortured by illness, and tears always rushed out of her eyes and fainted on the ground. ...
After school, as usual, I visited menstruation in the familiar smell, in the familiar hospital and in the familiar ward. Outside the ward, I saw a completely different scene: menstruation was getting out of bed and walking slowly on the railing step by step. I rushed over, helped my aunt up, and loudly "questioned": "Aunt, what are you doing?" I frowned with worry. "You are ill, you should have a good rest in the hospital bed. How did you get out of bed? " With that, I opened the quilt and let my aunt have a good rest. Who knows that menstruation pushed my hand away and said with a smile, "It is because I am sick that I should cherish the present time!" "Say that finish, he naughtily spat out his tongue at me and continued to" exercise ". Seeing my aunt's innocent smiling face and persistence in life, I ran out of the ward while my aunt was not paying attention. My tears fell very, very big. My crystal tears show that I was moved by my aunt's treasure and awe of life.
In the following time, I saw either menstruation practicing walking in the sun by the window, or menstruation sitting in the hospital bed quietly reading a book. She filled her last hours with books and sunshine. ...
That day, the devil took her precious life. In front of my aunt's tombstone, I resolutely knelt down, folded my hands, endured sad tears and knocked my head three times in a row: Aunt, you can go safely! You let me find my attachment to life, and I will use your little touch to turn it into the best emotion in the whole world! I closed my eyes and tears were squeezed out and dripped on the soft sand. ...
Composition 5 On the topic of touching, we have been touched by many things or people many times, and every touch is a feeling of the soul. We are moved by the gifts of the four seasons, by the affection of our parents, by the sincerity of the story ... We are moved by many things. You don't have to shed tears to be moved, but it will definitely make you really understand something. The touch of the world is everywhere. We may be moved by others, and others may be moved by us.
Maybe life plays tricks on us, but what reason do we have to refuse life? Whether life gives us sweet wine or bitter wine, we must drink it. As long as we live a meaningful life, we have no other desires. There are many things we have missed, but there are still many things we have not missed; In fact, missing or not missing is a kind of beauty. Let it be missed if you miss it. Don't be too sorry. Cherish what you haven't missed. Life is made up of many misses and no misses. Don't be too hypocritical, hypocrisy just shows your cowardice. Really, you are really you. Say what you should say and laugh when you should. Who cares what others say? As long as it's not wrong, why care about other people's comments? Dare to say and do, dare to love and hate, this is the real you.
"I go my way", all the comments and rumors can't compare with my sincerity. Maybe my true feelings can't touch everyone, but as long as I can make people have it once in their lives, I will be satisfied. I am who I am. I don't have to play other people's stories, so I really lose myself in the helpless wind. I touched everyone with my love, and this love will become stronger and stronger.
Touching life and touching the world. Touching is a kind of beauty, and beauty lies in giving but never taking; Touching is a kind of warmth, and warmth lies in touching everyone, but never hiding their feelings. A cup of tea, a piece of music, makes the mood calm and touches the peace of life. Looking up at the stars in the sky at night is a "silly child"; Writing a few words at the desk is a monologue from the heart; Take a few strokes, although I don't know art ... it is life that touched me and made me love life more.
Even if you don't know art, it doesn't prevent you from enjoying Beethoven and Mozart's music. As long as you understand life, you will understand art, and art and life are harmonious; Art comes from life, and there is art in life. It's not that we don't understand art, it's just that life is too hasty; It's not that I don't want to enjoy life, but that I don't want to stop moving forward. The art of life, the life of art, is precisely because of being moved that art and life will be better.
And all the touches can only be touched by yourself first and then by others. Touching needs no reason, and touching doesn't necessarily need tears. As long as it comes from true feelings, the soul will be moved.
When I was 6 years old, I would stay at home alone, guarding a big house, lonely and helpless. I will go to school early and look at strangers in the street, scared and helpless. There is no warmth in my heart, only a little coolness; There is no warmth at home, only a little cold and cheerless. When I grow up, I always think, "am I more pitiful than orphans and more helpless than beggars?" I think so, too. Since I met her, he has taken care of me like a brother. In midsummer, the weather is like a chameleon One second, please, the next, it will be cloudy. I went to physical education class that day.
A large dark cloud moves slowly from the south, and the raindrops are getting bigger and bigger, falling on my head. I stubbornly refused to enter the classroom. I ran around the playground alone, and only one person accompanied me until I was out of breath. I went back to the classroom and looked at my wet hair. He got angry and began to scold me: "I thought I didn't know how to take care of my body at all." What if I have a cold? " I suddenly cried. Is there anyone in the world who cares so much about me? If he were my mother, I would give him a big hug and cry. Somehow, I sat up, wiped my tears and started doing my homework, which frightened him sitting next to me. Finally, I smiled with relief.
After school. The rain has no face at all, and it is still raining. We girls rushed home in the rain, but we stumbled in the rain and suddenly felt a little warm. For the first time, it was him. I was wearing his clothes, but he stood shivering in the rain. I was just about to return the clothes to him, and he squinted at me with a "ah-che". They walked side by side on the way home. He asked me many questions, and I answered him in detail. He always takes care of me in such obscurity.
In the military academy, the weather was bad and I caught a cold before going. A sweater, my clothes and a camouflage suit were put together, which was basically frozen at night, but he still gave me his clothes and let me cover myself when I slept at night. Every movement can move me. I am very touched, because he takes care of me like a father, and because he cares about me like a relative. Although he didn't do anything earth-shattering, he did something unknown. For me, this is a big event, a big event that touched me. If there is fate in the next life, he must be my father, for sure!
Writing on the topic of moving 7 When I am about to die in March, only in spring do I wave my hand and say hello to everything. When she took the baton from Sister Dong, Father Lei couldn't help it any longer, and sounded the long-lost drum of war, and everything in the world began to be reborn.
Wan Li clear sky, set foot on a winding path leading to the forest, follow teacher Chun's footsteps, feel the breath of nature, and at the same time give a warm touch to your life.
The sky was blue that day, like a crystal clear blue crystal, which reflected a quality called purity. I tiptoed and walked softly for fear of hurting the delicate flowers around me. Those flowers, scattered in the grass, seem to be catching up with people. They are so small that you can't find them without looking carefully. They raised their heads in the wind, and beautiful smiles bloomed on their faces. I also learn from them and look at the warm and sunny sky. It seems to be saying something to me ... looking down at those unknown little wildflowers, I think they are so beautiful at the moment. Although not as beautiful as those flowers that are competing to open, they are as noble as lotus flowers. They decorate the earth silently and contribute their strength to the world ... They tell me: don't fight for that meaningless thing, just give yourself silently.
Walking into a forest, the little buds on the branches poked their heads out playfully and looked at the world curiously, and their hearts were suddenly warm. I remembered the sentence "Sunshine always appears after a storm". Yes, they have withstood the baptism of the storm, so they can stand here and enjoy the warmth brought by the sun as winners. The sun poured down on the forest, stroking the little bud, and I heard its whisper. It says, "Grow up quickly and meet more challenges." That bud told me: "Don't always complain that life is too bad, but be grateful for those setbacks, which give you opportunities to grow."
The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and the sky gradually loses its former blue, which is rendered into soft orange by the afterglow of the sun. It's time to go home-the wind took my mother's heart, and I set foot on the road when I came. Habitual looking up makes me stand still. At this time, I was deeply moved by the "one" scratch left in the sky when the plane passed by. Maybe you will laugh at me for being stupid, but if you feel it with your heart, you will hear it, too. It tells me that everyone's life is from the beginning to the end, just like the scratch of the word "one", which has a beginning and an end, and it is getting lighter every day. Finally, when you leave, you will describe your feelings because of your efforts in life.
That spring, that nature, brought warmth to my life. ...
Two days before moving topic writing 8, I wrote an article "Love Internet Complex", which described my bad habit of surfing the Internet all day and won many friends' good words and advice. Everyone put forward pertinent suggestions from the perspective of health. I am very grateful, so I decided to reduce my online time.
As the saying goes, "listen to people and eat enough." Last (Sunday) night, I controlled myself not to sit in front of the screen, but to watch TV with my husband. My husband said, "Really?" I can't help going. ""don't go? What if that friend finds a home? "... haha, he is so" angry "with me at home! Hum, I am a strong-willed person, and I keep my word. Today, I will stick to it, or I will fail!
There is an award-winning party on TV, which "moved China to announce the 2007 People's Selection". I was moved by those characters and stories. They have different identities, different backgrounds and different experiences, but they have the same characteristics, that is, they have personality charm that shocks people and infects people's souls!
Both Qian Xuesen, the national backbone, and Min Enze, a catalytic expert, put the country first, burning themselves and illuminating their beloved cause.
Whether Mr. and Mrs. Hu Honglie, Shu Ren Lide, Zhong Qirong, or practicing their faith in Fang Yonggang, in order to cultivate the talents of the pillars of the country, they devoted all their lives, even at the expense of their precious lives, and silently dedicated their life energy to the education of the motherland.
Li Jianying and Meng Xiangbin, the heroes of heaven and earth, are the loveliest people in the new era. They put the interests of the people above everything else, because they will never forget that they are people's soldiers. When the people need themselves, they should be desperate and have no hesitation!
Neither the strong Li Li nor the great doctor Chen Xiaolan can overcome their disabilities and disasters. Although they experienced difficulties and obstacles, they still refused to give up. They sow the seeds of love with their heart and protect the interests of patients with their conscience.
Xie and Luo Yingzhen, both of them are ordinary people with great filial piety and no words, but what they have done is beyond the reach of many ordinary people. For a promise, he paid 33 years of loyalty and filial piety and achieved a great filial love; For the sake of love, she used the simplest method of a traditional China woman to explain her constancy to her lover. She used more than 600 diaries to awaken her husband's consciousness and created a miracle of life!
This touching poem, this touching story, shocked the land of China, and touched the hearts of everyone in China!
On the topic of touching, I know a little about composition. On the touched people, those who are not calligraphers are all false. Love alone: the beauty of calligraphy has existed since ancient times, and the sun, the moon and the stars are magnificent; The display of calligraphy, used in ancient and modern times, is endless and colorful. What moved me was calligraphy.
The benefits of calligraphy are thousands of miles away. Calligraphy can calm us down, just like hot water mist in the air, which suddenly condenses on the grass tip of Biqin and finally becomes dew. Calligraphy can also make people concentrate and relax. So I personally think, why is Rainbow so obsessed with calligraphy? In order to learn calligraphy, his clothes were cut by his fingers, and in order to write carefully, he was alert. In fact, like park geun-hye, we can practice calligraphy when we are unhappy, until our mood calms down. If you like calligraphy very much, try to take time to practice it! Like me, I practice one page every day.
I still clearly remember that on the first day of practicing calligraphy, the calligraphy teacher told me: "The beauty of calligraphy (regular script) lies in the strokes, that is," cadence ". You have to remember that this is the inherent beauty of calligraphy. " I think what the calligraphy teacher said seems to be very reasonable, so I did as the teacher said, and wrote every stroke and painting. I thought it was pretty good at first, but later I found it was not so good and the writing was too slow. I thought: Is there any way to write quickly and beautifully?
For a while, I even thought about it when I was eating. Soon after, I found that writing with a flat pen and a flat pen seemed to look better. I wrote a few words on the paper in two ways. It seems that the second method is really better. It suddenly occurred to me that the teacher said that the beauty of calligraphy lies in the pen, not the pen. It is my ignorance that gives calligraphy a wrong definition. So I realized a truth: for something as beautiful as calligraphy, there are some truths or aesthetic feelings that need to be felt and understood by myself. It is because I like calligraphy very much that I think so.
When practicing calligraphy, I felt the beauty of calligraphy. I found that I actually began to like calligraphy at that time. I enjoyed swimming in the river of calligraphy, feeling and cultivating my sentiment. For a beginner like me, calligraphy is like a galaxy waiting for me to travel.
There are too many beautiful calligraphy, and countless calligraphers compete to bend over. I am no exception. Although I am not a calligrapher, I can be such a "my fair lady". How can we not be a gentleman? I like the calligraphy that moves me. That's why I have to contact her more actively, so that the words I write can be really beautiful.
Write 10 on the theme of moving. What do I like and love? I thought about this question a long time ago, but I couldn't find the answer at that time and was afraid. It feels like there is a house in a large wasteland, but there is nothing in it. It's big and empty. It's terrible.
So I decided to think about what I really like, or people, or things, anything, as long as I like it.
I thought about it. My parents come to mind first. I like them. No, I love them. They brought me to this beautiful and interesting world. They loved me very much and gave me everything they could. They are so kind that they taught me the truth of being a man.
Also, I like the dog kept by a family not far from the primary school campus. Because it looks fierce when everyone shouts, but it doesn't bite me. It never barks at me, and sometimes it stands up on two legs to perform acrobatics or wag its tail at me when it's in a good mood. It's very cute.
I also like an aunt who gave me an injection when I was very young. Unlike other nurses, she was impatient when she saw a crying child. She would comfort me with a smile and tell me that she would be gentle, and then I really felt less pain. Besides, I was so fat at that time, and she actually succeeded in one injection. I think she is super powerful, and I especially admire her.
By the way, I also like myself now, a brave girl who faces herself squarely and dares to change herself. I know her best. She is imperfect, unreasonable, outspoken, neurotic, immature and rude. But she is vivid and real. She is very kind. She loves her family, friends, teachers and classmates. She can treat everyone fairly and help others sincerely and enthusiastically, even if she sees the shortcomings of the world.
It turns out that I have a lot of things I like, or there are so many things worth liking. I like music that surprises me and sings to my heart; I like Do Min Joon from the stars; I like to accompany my friends; I like Chinese classes, and listening to Chinese teachers is easy and comfortable, like friends; I like to watch the math teacher smile in class; I like the sudden smile on the gloomy head teacher's face; I like that he cares, educates and loves us in ways that we still can't understand. I like to look through my previous diaries and see my changes. I like to have a heart; I like stars, the moon and sunshine. ...
In this way, I really like many things. Yes, I like all the details that warm me and touch me.
I was finally afraid that it was too late, and finally I lost it in a panic. I just want to hold you until you are old. -inscription
The fog is hazy, the sky is gloomy, and it seems that there is no life. This city has you and me, and I am the continuation of your life. At this time, I finally panicked.
The wind in winter is so cold. Walking on the path home, the chill swept the whole body, but at noon, people didn't feel any warmth. The cold wind in my arms makes me want to get into bed and enjoy the long-awaited warmth. I stepped up my pace and didn't want to stay on the road for too long. After rushing home for dinner, I went back to my bedroom and got into the bed where I had been waiting for a long time. Maybe it's too comfortable. I met Duke Zhou soon. I dreamed that I was wearing a thick down jacket and a red scarf, standing in a piece of white, and that touch of red was so eye-catching in the white world. In the dim light, I heard the door opening. After a light footstep, I seem to feel someone tucking me in. I thought it was a dream. Go back to sleep.
"Get up, I'm going to school." Gently wake up the phone. I said impatiently, "I'm bored to death." Let me sleep for a while. " I took her hand away in disgust and went back to sleep. She still wouldn't give up, grabbed my hand, pulled me up and said, "If I don't get up, I'll be late." I shook off her hand and had to get up and come down again. She was shocked and seemed surprised at my behavior. I was shocked, but I didn't say anything. I got up and walked away.
It's still cold after going out, and I quietly think about what my mother just did. She seems to be upset and in tears, but I don't know what happened. I suddenly remembered the footsteps during my nap ... I was lost in thought. This is not a dream. That's my mother tucking me in. The reason why the pace is different is because she doesn't want to disturb. In my impression, she is always a taciturn person. She didn't talk much, but she did everything for me and I hurt her. ...
The wind blew away the memories, and the pieces of gold leaves scattered on the ground were so lonely. I regret it, I know, I was wrong. I have never paid attention to her before, but today I found that she has done so much for me. I even want to give him a hug at once. I'm afraid it's too late in my ignorance. It seems that it is going to rain. My eyes are foggy and my eyes are blurred. I can't tell whether it is rain or tears.
These touches exude elegant fragrance, and your fiery eyes are like the warm sun, like the red touch in the white world in your dream, hot and warm.
Let me hold you until you are old. For better or worse, you are my sun. I will never be ignorant again. I was finally afraid that it was too late.