Dong Tianhao, Class 5 (2)
In my life, there are many things that move me, and one of them moves me the most. It was a night in the summer of 2002. Grandpa and I went to the community garden to exercise, but unfortunately something happened. I squatted on the turntable while playing, and my head was broken by a device that exercised my lower limbs. The blood kept flowing, and my grandfather broke out in a cold sweat and quickly picked me up. I ran to Anshun Second People's Hospital. My grandfather comforted me all the way and said, "Xiao Hao, there is not much blood." Don't be afraid. I will go to the hospital soon. " I was very unhappy to see grandpa sweating. When I got to the hospital, all the good people in line asked me to go in first. The doctor disinfected my wound, applied some anti-inflammatory drugs and gave me an anti-inflammatory injection.
Grandpa and I are both embarrassed. A young uncle said kindly, "Never mind, I'll pay." It turned out to be neighbor Xiao Zhao. My grandfather usually takes care of their family. If their family lacks any daily necessities, my grandfather always sends them enthusiastically. That's why my uncle paid me today. Tears are rolling in my eyes and my head hurts, but my heart is warm and warm.
Grandpa and uncle's behavior really moved me. It's been six years, and when I recall it again, I feel My Sweetie's heart. There are still many touches!
What moves me is that I really hope there is regret medicine in the world. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't let a disabled girl give up her seat. My mother's tenderness touched me, my grandmother's concern touched me, my father's seriousness touched me, my grandfather's love touched me, but what touched me most was a little girl. It was a Sunday. I'm on the bus to grandma's house. My thin body was poor, so I got on the bus flexibly and grabbed a good seat. I am very happy. The passengers got on the bus. Just as the bus was about to leave, an old woman got on the bus slowly. She looked around as if looking for something. He said, "Which kind-hearted person can give me a seat for this old woman?" . Some people just look at the scenery outside, some people are talking and laughing there, some people are playing with their mobile phones, some people seem not to hear it when they hear it, and no one notices the existence of grandma at all. I thought, teachers often educate us to care for the elderly, but some adults don't give up their seats. Why did I give up my seat when I was a child? A few minutes passed and no one offered his seat. I just want to stand up and give up my seat. Suddenly, a little girl was one step ahead of me. I heard a sweet voice: "Grandma, please sit in my seat." He helped his grandmother to his seat. At first glance, he turned out to be a thinner girl than me. Even girls younger than me have love. Why can't you give your seat to grandma? After getting off the bus, I found the girl in the crowd, ah! I was shocked, that little girl was limping, that little girl was disabled! I hope there is regret medicine in the world. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't let a disabled girl give up her seat. One thing that moved me was that in the blink of an eye, the door of childhood had slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joy and excitement ... but there is one thing I remember vividly. 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 vegetable stall on the roadside 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 impatiently urged my mother. My mother was anxious, so she quickly paid 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 admit that 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, and all three of us smiled happily. Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life!
One thing that moved me was that one Sunday morning, my mother and I went to buy books. On a Sunday morning, my mother and I went to buy books. After buying books, it's already noon. I felt a little hungry, so I went to the rice noodle shop with my mother to eat rice noodles. I just felt a little hungry after eating, so I went to the rice noodle shop with my mother to eat rice noodles. Halfway through, I saw a tall black uncle come in. See three uncle came in. His shirt was worn out and he was black all over, so I concluded that he was a coal seller. His shirt was worn out and he was black all over, so I concluded that he was a coal seller. I muttered: He must not sit next to me. But who knows, he muttered, don't sit next to me. Who knows, he took a bowl of rice noodles and sat next to me, and ate it with relish, but I couldn't eat any more. Sitting next to me, I ate with relish, but I couldn't eat any more. Then she took her mother and whispered, let's go! I don't want to eat. He took his mother and whispered, let's go! I don't want to eat. Uncle Black looked up at me as if he knew my mind. The person in charge looked at me as if he knew my mind. I feel much better when I walk out of the rice noodle shop. Walking out of the rice noodle shop halfway, I feel much better. On the way, I suddenly found that my newly bought book was missing. what can I do? I like this book very much, but I found that the newly bought book is missing. what can I do? I like this book very much. After seeing me and my mother, I hurried to the rice noodle shop. I met that black uncle head on, and my mother and I hurried to the rice noodle shop. Head-on, I met Uncle Black, who was pulling a coal car. I think it's really unlucky to meet him as a coal seller today. But pulling a coal cart. I think it's really unlucky to meet him as a coal seller today. I want to avoid him, but at this moment, he asked me: little friend, I want to avoid him, but at this moment, he asked me: little friend, is this book yours? I looked up at him, really? "I looked up at him. In this weather, his forehead was covered with sweat and he was holding a brand-new book. I quickly asked: How did the book get into your hands? He had a brand-new book in his hand, so I quickly asked: How did the book get into your hand? Very kind explanation: you left your book in the rice noodle shop. Very kind explanation: you left your book in the rice noodle shop. After listening to his explanation, I felt ashamed and bowed my head and said, "I'll chase you." After listening to his explanation, I felt very ashamed and bowed my head and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry ..." Uncle quickly said, "It's okay to take the book, but don't lose it again. "I'm sorry ..." Uncle immediately said: It's okay to take the book, but don't lose it again. Say that finish, he pulled the tram again, turned and left. Say that finish, he pulled up the tram, turned and left. I couldn't help shouting … "Uncle …" Hearing the shouts, he turned around and smiled at me, and then continued "Uncle …" Hearing the shouts, he turned around and smiled at me and walked forward. Move forward. I was deeply moved by this incident. What a good character it is to tolerate others! I was deeply moved by this incident. What a good character it is to tolerate others! Tolerance of others will bring people closer together and make life better. It will bring people closer and make life better.
A touching thing: Wu
Some people just want to get it and don't want to pay for society. I didn't know this until Zhuang Hua Fu appeared.
Zhuang was very cute when she was a child. She was very happy to sing and dance with his friends. Unfortunately, one year, when there was a fire at home, Zhuang lost his sight, touch and ability to move because of inhaling too much smoke and lack of oxygen in his brain. Only her hearing and mind can turn. She complained about fate and why she played such a joke. She was disheartened, but she bravely survived! What kept her alive?
It turned out that it was because of writing that Zhuang ignited the fire seedling in her heart, and her confidence and brilliance in life were ignited again! She helped her write through her friends, writing down word by word. These pages, page by page, are precisely because she can't speak, and the spelling of a word is what moves me: I moved my friend to help Zhuang write, no matter how hard and troublesome it is, the composition written by Zhuang is a loving article!
Zhuang can't talk, see or move, but she can communicate with the outside world through articles. Her spirit of never giving up is her strong perseverance and vigorous vitality, which moved me very much and made me understand this meaning.
A touching thing about Bai.
One night, I saw the story of an old woman selling vegetables, Ms. Chen Shuju, on the news. This story really made me realize that "it is more blessed to give than to receive."
Ms. Chen Shuju sells vegetables. She leads an ordinary life like an ordinary person. However, the most difference between her and others is that she is kind, cheerful and optimistic. Her parents died a long time ago, and she was the eldest in the family, so she shouldered the burden of taking care of her siblings, but she never complained and devoted herself to the family.
Only a small part of Ms. Chen Shuju's hard-earned money kept her food and clothing, and the rest was donated to people in need and schools. For more than 20 years, she donated as much as 20 million. However, she still makes a living by selling vegetables. I'm sad to see her selling vegetables like this every day, but as long as I think that the money she donated will make the people who are helped feel warm and feel it.
The story of Ms. Chen Shuju taught me one thing, that is, I should cherish what I have now, I should help others as enthusiastically as she does, and spread my love with a kind heart.
A touching thing, Chen Yancheng
My mother is a professional woman. She has annoying things and housework to do all day long, and she has to take care of everything for my sister and me. At the end of each class, what moved me most was the delicious hot dinner on the table.
In this series of dishes, I like to eat my mother's specialty-braised pork. My mother knows that my sister and I like braised pork best. My mother cooked it with her heart. If there is this dish, my sister and I will definitely eat all the rice.
Although the ingredients are ordinary, my mother doesn't know what "magic seasoning" is added to make this dish look like a big meal in a high-end restaurant. My sister and I both eat with relish and never tire of eating. My mother smiled when she saw my sister and I eating so happily.
What moves me most is that my mother cooks three meals for me every day and I will study hard to repay her.
A touching thing, Chen Siwei.
One day, I borrowed books from the library and borrowed a piano ambassador named Li.
Shia was born with a lot of pain. As long as Shia's feet were swollen, she had to take antibiotics, but if she took too much, she would get urticaria. Shia has to control her diet and can't eat her favorite food. Shia insisted on rehabilitation and endured pain and discomfort, but she always faced the test from heaven with a smile. Shia makes people feel brave and warm!
After reading this indomitable true story, I really find it hard to believe that a girl can endure so many illnesses. How happy we are compared with Shia. Therefore, we should work harder to create a better future, so that many people with physical and mental disabilities can get a lot of care and care, and some poor and needy people can get care and care. Besides, Shia also needs to be taken care of. When I look at the way Shia endures illness, I always think she is great. If it were me, I couldn't stand the pain at all, so I know to care. In fact, there are still many people in need in this world. We should give them love and care to make this world a better place.
A touching thing, Li Yuqing.
These days, what I heard on TV news, what I saw in the newspaper and what I heard from my neighbors are all about grandma Chen Shuju's helpful behavior. She really made me understand that helping others is a pleasure.
When Chen Shuju was a child, her family was poor and she began to sell vegetables at the age of thirteen. She has accumulated five yuan and ten yuan of copper coins bit by bit, and has donated nearly ten million yuan to help people in need so far. Chen Shuju said: "Money is useful to people in need." Chen Shuju added, "Every time I help others, I sleep well that day." Really touching!
Chen Shuju lives a simple life. She is a vegetable vendor. She earns less than 100 yuan a day and is very busy. How long will it take to donate such a huge 10 million? The way is to keep working and saving money. She said: "I just try my best to do what I should do. She doesn't expect anything in return! 」
Chen Shuju's story made me realize that helping others is the happiest thing, so we should always help others in the future. If others are happy, we will be happy!
A touching event, Zhang Zhilun.
Usually we are injured and will report to the teacher. As a result, the teacher told a story about Yang Endian. Students no longer cry because of a scratch, let's listen to the story of Yang Endian!
Yang Endian is an orphan. She was abandoned in the market in Okayama since she was a child. Fortunately, a pastor Yang took her back to raise her. One day, Pastor Yang found that Yang Endian liked doodling and sent her to calligraphy. At first, the teacher was embarrassed, but seeing that she could brush her teeth, wash her face and eat by herself, the teacher thought Yang Endian was very good and taught her to write calligraphy. After ten years, Yang Endian's painting became very good, so she was taught to write calligraphy. Because I draw by hand, which is ugly. Incredibly, she paints with a brush between her feet. And she has a pair of invisible hands to accompany her to solve any difficulties and meet the hope of the future. I feel very touched!
After listening to this story, my feeling is that physical defects do not mean that there will be regrets in life. As long as you don't get discouraged, you will surely blossom a flower of hope!
One thing that moved me.
I strung colorful memories into a beautiful necklace. On this necklace, I took off the crystal-clear memory bead, which contained touching things that moved me.
I remember it happened in the summer of two years ago. On that day, it was sunny and cloudless in Wan Li, and I was in a very good mood. My father took me to grandma's house by bike. On the way, my left leg suddenly turned inward and was caught by the running wheel. It seemed that an invisible hand was pressing on me and I couldn't move. I don't know what it's like, it's numb and painful, which makes my whole body feel pain and pain.
This can scare dad: sandals and socks have been rolled up by the wheel, and the left foot is full of blood, and a large piece is full of blood! Dad quickly helped me into the car and ran to the hospital. He took me to orthopedics. When the doctor examined me, I found my father turning back and forth uneasily, and sweat dripping from his forehead.
Finally, the results came out. Fortunately, the skin injury and bones are fine. Dad took a long breath and said, "Thank God! And asked me, "Mingming, are you afraid?" I smiled and said, "I am not afraid of anything with my father!" " Dad grabbed me in his arms and said, "With tea, dad is not afraid of anything. "
I was particularly moved by this incident, and I clearly felt the warmth of my father's love and how much my father loved me!