At that moment, I was moved by its persistence, inadvertently looked up and saw the miracle.
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There is an old tree in the yard, which has stood there since I was very young. People coming and going are admiring the beautiful peony, the displaced residual red and the flying snow. I forgot that there was such a miracle in the shallow afterglow.
It just stood there, motionless, regardless of the relentless wind and rain of the years. A single spark can start a prairie fire, and a weak little tree can climb the sky. I can't imagine what it looked like at first, because it is always psychedelic now, as if it had been like this from the beginning.
It is really high, so high that you can't see its crown even if you look up. It is really thick, so thick that even if three or four people stretch their arms together, they can't wrap its trunk. I don't know how many vicissitudes it took to become what it is today. But I think it is not easy to grow up in this dry soil and lack of sunshine! I don't understand what makes it so stubborn.
Maybe it was just a seed at first! A seed full of confidence. Xifeng took it for a long journey and finally left it here. Maybe it will have regrets, indignation and grievances at first! But it stubbornly survived. It struggled hard and finally broke through the ground and ran to the blue sky ... it didn't die because it couldn't stand the difficulty of giving up halfway. I think it must be courage and confidence that make it grow up to now and become a pillar of talents overlooking the earth.
Compared with trees, how many people can face difficulties bravely?
The road of life can't be smooth sailing. We will always encounter all kinds of setbacks and difficulties. When we face these things, we can't just retreat and avoid them. Only facing the wind and rain can we witness the most beautiful and dazzling rainbow in the world!
Looking at that old tree, I was moved by its persistence at that moment. ...
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When the aftertaste came into contact with the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.
I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from primary 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: "The reason why we passed each other was 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 pull your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!
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Who shed tears that moved me? I held my head high, walked on the platform with steady steps, stood still and looked at the dark crowd. Their eyes are only on me. After a burst of confusion in my heart, I kept reminding myself that we have experienced such a test a hundred times, so calm down.
The storm in my heart subsided and I began to speak. I saw that familiar face in the crowd, that weather-beaten face, that face that worked hard for us day and night. My speech had just begun, and the manuscript I had kept in my heart had collapsed. My mind is full of another scene. When I grow up, I also have an aggressive youth. But almost at the same time, or earlier, I found that my parents had so many heavy burdens and endless nagging, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther. There are some words in my heart that I don't want to say to my parents more and more. My parents have a heavy heart and don't understand me. We often quarrel about it. I always feel that they don't understand me, don't know what I want and never behave themselves. They worked day and night, which broke my heart for my growth. Why can I do this to them? Seeing their gray hair, the vicissitudes of life are full of traces of years. They loved me with that incomplete heart, and they raised me with hard-working hands, making me successful. Why am I always so ignorant of them and so headstrong? I choked up and could not speak.
In an instant, the class teacher's applause inspired the audience.
I rearranged my emotions, but there was still a trace of trembling in my words, which came from my inner remorse and emotion.
It seems that everyone is infected by me. Under the vague sight, I saw some parents silently wiping tears from the corners of their eyes. I think they also think of their children and past scenes.
I also found my mother in the crowd and saw her crying face. When we are angry with our mother, we don't eat or break things, our mother loves us. Have you ever seen your mother's tears? Have you ever thought about your mother's difficulties? My mother never cries in front of me. She is such a strong image in my heart. But this day, she heard my monologue, and finally, she shed tears.
For an instant, the classroom was filled with moving emotions.
"Sing a class song for your parents." The loud voice of the monitor. We all left our seats and lined up on the platform. Under the command of Tony Leung, we sang our class song-* * * Youth League Song.
Just now, the sad atmosphere was instantly broken by our loud singing, and I also clearly saw the touching expression on parents' faces, which was the pride of their children and recognized their children from the heart.
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This paper takes a speech at a parent-teacher conference as a clue, and combines the content of the speech to expand the association, recalling the hardships and resentment of parents, interspersed with parents' tears and pride as parents. Simple language and sincere feelings are touching.
The person who touched me the most was my head teacher, Mr. Pei Jun.
One day in June 2006, great changes took place in my family. My father was diagnosed with leukemia! That morning, mom and dad packed their things in a hurry and set foot on the bus to Wuhan. Before getting on the bus, my mother said to me, "Listen to your grandparents at home and let grandpa help you with your homework and check it." Dad went to study, and mom will be back in a few days. You must obey! "
Mom didn't come back for a few days as she said, but for a long time. During this period, my grandfather helped me check my homework at first, but my grandfather's eyes were not good when he was old. I often don't have time to check my homework word by word. He also told me that I made mistakes several times and was criticized by my teacher. I called my mother and cried. Her mother thought of Miss Pei. Later, after school, I did my homework at Mr. Pei's house and received counseling. Miss Pei is a beautiful young teacher. She is very kind and patient. If I don't understand anything, she always smiles and explains it again and again until I understand it. Sometimes during the interval of doing homework, she will ask me if I am thirsty, and then bring me a fruit or drink. When my mother is not around, I feel that Teacher Pei loves me as much as her mother. I also know afterwards that Mr. Pei's efforts are free!
From the words of relatives and neighbors, I still know my father's illness, and I also know from the Internet that I may lose my father! From then on, I cried in the quilt for a long time at night, and my mind began to get confused during class ... After this day, Teacher Pei took me to her dormitory, and she suddenly bent down and held me in her arms like a hen protecting a chicken: "Oh, my poor little girl." It turns out that she knows everything! I cried, like a flood that opened the floodgate, regardless of tears, my nose ran down Mr. Pei's face. She also shed tears. It's very hot. When I cried enough, she sat on the floor and hugged me and talked to me. She told me to learn to be strong and face difficulties, and that my happy and healthy growth is my father's hope to live strong. ...
On June 4th, 2007,165438+1October 65438, my father, who had been hospitalized for nearly one year, finally entered the sterile room of wuhan union hospital Bone Marrow Transplantation Department and began to receive bone marrow transplantation. I know from my mother that he will be put to the test of life and death next month. This afternoon, in the class activity class, Teacher Pei suddenly organized a fund-raising activity for his father. "We all love his father, and no one wants to lose him. Now there is a little girl ... "At that time, my classmates donated more than 200 yuan, and Teacher Pei donated more than 200 yuan. When she gave me a 500 yuan red envelope, I cried: "I don't want your money, I don't want my father to get sick ..." Teacher Pei hugged me again and kept comforting me: "You love my father. When I calmed down a little and changed from crying to sniffling, she kissed my forehead deeply, and I felt her tears again. They were hot. ...
After a long wait of 27 days, dad finally got out of the cabin smoothly. That evening, Da Die and I rushed to Wuhan overnight. Because the next day is my father's birthday, I want to say happy birthday to him! Early in the morning, we came to the hospital. I met my father whom I hadn't seen for months. Is this my father? ? He was lying in the hospital bed, his dark face was horribly swollen, and he struggled to touch my hand from the quilt. It was dark and thin ... I was so scared that I cried and retreated to my mother's arms. Dad slowly turned his head to one side of the wall. I think he was in tears, because Da Die comforted him and handed him toilet paper. My mother held me in her arms to encourage me. She took me for Miss Pei. It suddenly occurred to me that Teacher Pei once told me to be strong. My father loves me and I love my father. I finally threw myself into my father's arms and called him to wish him a happy birthday. Dad's face suddenly filled with happiness, and he hugged me tightly. I also deeply kissed my father's forehead, and I knew that kiss was full of pity! Dad said I grew up and became strong. Now he is much relieved and can rest in peace.
I boarded the bus home with you, and I deeply missed my teacher Pei along the way. For more than a year, she constantly encouraged me, gave me sunshine, and made me grow up happily and healthily like all children. I love you, Miss Pei and Mom Pei!
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One thing that moved me was that there was such a story on a snowy day.
Early in the morning, I walked in the street and felt very cold. The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Posted in any corner should be cleaned up. To this end, all the cleaners in the city have been dispatched and started to clean this beautiful city comprehensively.
I watched snowflakes flying all over the sky and a bunch of busy cleaners. Inadvertently, I found some leaflets and other papers stuck on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands. I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart.
She was very serious and cleaned several sheets of paper in succession. She went to another house. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air and seemed to be solidified. I saw her body getting closer to the wall again. Then I saw her shake her head slightly. What happened? What happened? I want to know. I saw that she looked intently for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind. Well, then, I think I'll take a look.
I was just about to start when I saw another thin cleaning lady coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while and leave slowly. I was more puzzled and decided to have a look.
Cross the road and come to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old ... Once the doubts were solved, I finally understood everything. Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold. ...
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One thing that moved me in our life, there are many things that moved us, but what moved me most was taking care of my mother.
I remember that morning, after I got up, my mother said to me, "It's raining today, don't forget to bring an umbrella, it's cold, put on more clothes …" I just nodded casually and thought, What a nag! Then he went out.
In the end, God didn't shed a tear. I am glad of my cleverness. But before school, the sky was overcast.
The school bell rang, and at that moment, a "thundering" lightning curtain calmed the sound quality of heaven and earth. In an instant, it began to rain cats and dogs. The students took up their umbrellas and went home. And I didn't listen to the instructions. At this time, I was like an ant on hot bricks, helpless and breezy. I held my arms tightly and shivered. I looked helpless and regretted not listening to my mother. Alas, this is called the consequence! I am looking for my mother among the parents who come and go. But I am desperate again, because my mother has a cold and fever these two days, and I can't come, and my father is on a business trip again. Alas, it rained all night. I'm really a poor boy! Thinking about thinking, tears will flow down unwillingly. I'm going to settle down, put on my schoolbag and run home. Suddenly, I saw a familiar thin figure not far away. In the pouring rain, she limped towards me with an umbrella in one hand. That's my mother! I couldn't help shouting, and my mother walked quickly to my side, so I was half wet and threw myself into my mother's arms, and a warm current came to my heart. I choked and said, thank you, mom. Mom forgave me!
This matter is deeply imprinted in my heart, and I feel very moved every time I think about it. Thank you, mom!
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This article is sincere and delicate, and the truth can be seen in the ordinary. The language of this article is fresh and simple. Through the fact that my mother gave the author an umbrella, I wrote my mother's selfless love for the author. My gratitude is beyond words, and I also express the author's praise for her maternal love, which is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. The writing is fluent and the theme is clear.
Many times, knowing one thing will touch many things, and you will always understand it after experiencing it, just like feelings. After the pain, you will know how to protect yourself; Only when you are stupid will you know how to persist, give up at the right time, and get to know yourself gradually in gain and loss. In fact, life doesn't need this meaningless persistence. You really can't give up without anything. Learning to give up will make life easier.
Learn to give up, turn around before crying, and simply study abroad; Learn to give up, bury yesterday in your heart and leave the most beautiful memories; Learn to give up, so that each other can have a more relaxed start, and the black and blue love is not necessarily unforgettable; Learn to give up, let all the troubles go with the wind and create a better tomorrow.
Every relationship is beautiful, and every journey is charming. The regret that we can't have makes us even more depressed; Missing at midnight makes us miss it even more. Emotion is a questionnaire with no answer, and hard pursuit can't make life more complete. Perhaps a trace of sadness will make this paper more meaningful and last longer.
Clean up your mood and keep walking. If you miss flowers, you will reap rain; if you miss beauty, you will reap happiness. Keep going, and you will reap your happiness in giving up.
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This is a lyric prose. The author described his own life feeling with the title "Many times I will be moved by something". The article is short and pithy, fluent in language, sincere in feelings, rich in meaning and substantial in content.
At that moment in life, when the white clouds are fluttering, the blue sky is shining high and the beautiful birds are flying freely in the soft white and blue scenery, will you be moved by the happiness and beauty of the birds at that moment?
When the trees are lush, the streams are gurgling, and the lively and lovely animals are playing carefree in the fresh and comfortable nature park, will you touch the happiness and happiness of the animals at that moment?
When the red flag of Ran Ran flutters in the wind, when the people of China solemnly sing the national anthem under the proud red flag, will you touch the feelings and excitement of the people of China at that moment?
I will say, I will.
In people's glorious life, there are many touching moments, which are the surging tide of life and the strong smell of flower of life. Although that moment was short, it witnessed a beautiful and sacred existence and witnessed the germination of people's lives.
I am alone, too. I moved my mother to give birth to me. At that moment, I shed tears and kept moaning. That was the beginning of my new life!
I was very touched, sick and feverish, and my parents were very anxious and worried. That's my growing process!
I was moved. My dear teacher is very ill and still teaches in the classroom. Her voice was hoarse and pale, but the moment she insisted, that was the source of my knowledge!
Dandelions float lightly in the wind. Under the sunshine and rain, travelers, travelers, fly freely, without direction and burden. They have power in their lives. When it floats, nature is moved. It is warmed by the sun for a long time and finally touched by the wind for a long time.
The angel's heart is so pure that it shines like crystal. It flapped its delicate and holy wings and swayed gently with the wind. At the moment when others were under its wings, God was moved, he shone, and the angel's love spread.
As night falls, the stars in the sky are like piles of broken gold, shining and dazzling. They only choose to appear in the dark. They are so lovely and charming. They can choose to appear in the daytime, let everyone know, and be famous for a long time. But they finally choose to appear in the darkness. Darkness is as ordinary as night, but it is dotted with unknown night, making it as beautiful and bright as day. The ever-burning sun will never understand the choice of stars sacrificing themselves and listening to people's praise. But in the "life" at night,
Life! Just like a flash in the pan, beautiful and fragrant, it is only fleeting, but it is eternal to be moved at that moment of life, isn't it? At the end of life, someone quietly savors which moment in life is touched. It is the touch of life that will make people's numb quality more relaxed and become light and smooth. People, seize this moment in your life!
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This lyric prose illustrates the emotions in life. In nature, everything is touched, and only by being touched can life continue. This article mainly lists the feelings in nature. If we are more inclined to people's feelings in life, the theme will be more profound.
Touching love in the ordinary is the sunshine that lingers around you all the time, so real and warm.
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Savoring my mother's kindness to me is not as vigorous as Ma Benteng's, but it breeds a little touch in the plain life.
It's time for school again, but it's raining in Mao Mao. I feel a little gloomy and don't know what to do.
Looking at the clock, the hands are constantly turning, and the class time is being eroded bit by bit. Look at the time and tell me to pack up and get ready for school.
You are sitting in the front wearing a raincoat, and I am wearing a raincoat, snuggling up on your back. It is raining harder and harder. Sitting in the car, I can clearly feel the raindrops on my face and legs. Suddenly, you moved, and your back straightened. For an instant, I felt that the raindrops on my face were much smaller. I understand that you are doing this to shield me from the cold raindrops. You also tell me from time to time to put your legs in so as not to get wet. A warm current welled up in my heart. Suddenly, I felt raindrops on my face, but I looked up and found that the rain was still like that. Maybe it was a touching tear.
When I got to school, I clearly saw that your hair and clothes were wet and there were several wrinkles on your face. Your eyes show anxiety, and your appearance is so real and clear in front of my eyes.
You're afraid I'll miss class, so hurry me in. I reluctantly left. You didn't leave until I entered the school gate. I look back at you from time to time and shed two lines of warm tears.
That rain made me understand your deep love. The rain made me grow a lot taller at once.
Carefully reflect on my mother's good and ordinary life.
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This narrative describes my mother sending me to school, standing high to shelter me from raindrops, expressing my admiration for maternal love, and depicting my mother through action description, appearance description and detail description. The language is vivid, full of true feelings and intriguing.
One thing that moved me for a moment, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but one thing {vividly} touched me.
On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a roadside food stall to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.
Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! "
After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.
It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.
Looking at this simple old man in front of me, I feel guilty.
This incident has always touched me and taught me to learn from the elderly.
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This is the narrative of writing people's notes. Show the honesty of the old man by what his mother lost. The article adopts the method of promoting first and then restraining, first writing about the care for the elderly, and then writing about the sincerity of waiting for the "mother" to get the key. The theme of the article is clear: such people and things are touching.