My mother and I went shopping at the headquarters that day, and we didn't know it was getting late until we got out of the mall. We hurried to the platform, with my mother holding an umbrella in one hand and a handbag in the other. I held my mother's body tightly, and mother and son waited anxiously for the bus home in the dark. It was really cold that day, and there were snow particles in the rain, which made people feel like they were in an ice cave. There are few people waiting for the bus on the platform. Most of them cringed and stamped their feet lightly, expecting the arrival of the bus.
The bus came slowly, I rushed up, and my mother followed, hurriedly taking out the change in the bag. I don't know if the weather is too cold, my hands are not flexible, or the car starts too fast. Bang, a coin fell from my mother's hand to the car, and then "tinkled" naughtily rolled down the door steps. The light in the car was dim, and my mother had something in her hand. At that time, she was at a loss and had to shout anxiously: "Yu Xiang, help me pick up the money." I got up from my seat and staggered to the door. At this moment, an old man in his sixties stood up. I thought he was going to sit in the back, so I didn't pay special attention. However, I was wrong. Grandpa walked to the door and said, "I'll pick it up!" " I'll pick it up! "I saw him bend down without hesitation and send the coin covered with mud to my mother's palm. God, how dirty that coin is! " Thank you, Grandpa! "I can hear that my mother's words are full of surprises and gratitude. At that moment, my heart was deeply moved. Touched, my heart trembled slightly. At that moment, I felt an inexplicable warm current constantly pounding my heart. Unexpectedly, a stranger bent down to help his mother pick up a small coin. Perhaps this is civilization and progress, this is human harmony, this is happiness, and this is love!
"Easy, we still have a lot of things to do!" Although this is just an advertisement, at this moment, I have some feelings about this sentence, and I really understand his meaning. Although this matter is small, it is deeply imprinted in my heart. In the future, I will help others with my own "lift a finger".
In this world, moving is everywhere.
In a snowy winter, I looked at a water margin in my hand with relish. After reading it, I was deeply moved for a while and couldn't help but sigh: "All heroes in Liangshan 108 have good qualities of loyalty, filial piety and benevolence, which really touched me!"
For loyalty, these heroes of 108 are not afraid of the battlefield. In order to serve the imperial court, they did their best and died. They died in battle without hesitation and gave their young lives. They are not afraid of the enemy, are not afraid of death, and are unwilling or unwilling to surrender. What moved me even more was that Ruan Xiaoer, one of the leaders of the water army, in order not to be humiliated by the enemy, resolutely pulled out his broadsword and committed suicide when he was caught by the enemy; He didn't tell the military secrets of Song Jiang and others. In addition to the valiant soldier Qin Ming, when he went to war, he was surrounded by the enemy and chopped into pieces by the enemy's disorderly knives. I was shocked at once. Is that how Qin Ming died? At this time, I felt for the first time that 108 everyone's name was so big and so touching.
In order to be filial, the black whirlwind Li Kui jy risked being captured by the government and went down the mountain to meet his mother who was over eighty years old. Unexpectedly, her mother was killed by a tiger, and Li Kui jy killed four tigers herself. I exclaimed: "I thought Tie Niu was a generation of reckless men, but I didn't expect his filial piety to move me!" "
For benevolence, Song Jiang, a Liangshan hero, not only forgave Dong Ping and ZQQ who repeatedly offended him, but also invited them to join Liangshan 108. Other 100 generals were not convinced, and Song Jiang took the arrow as an oath: "Whoever opposes it again will die by the sword!" At this time, I was moved again: "What makes Song Jiang go easy on me?" Later, I learned that it was because of his kindness that the two men were spared. Nothing can stop this powerful force.
For righteousness, all brothers share joys and sorrows, and live and die together. In order to protect the leader Song Jiang, they went through fire and water, and * * * pushed Xiaoliang Landscape Park to glory. This exciting spirit touched my young heart, and I was deeply moved by their rare friendship in the world.
I'm shocked! 108 Liangshan hero! Although you are called a bandit, you have an immortal soul! All this makes me so moved, so moved. ...
I was shocked! 108 Liangshan hero! Some of you died in battle, and some of you were victimized by treacherous court officials. How much I feel wronged for you, and how precious your "loyalty, filial piety and benevolence" is, which makes me so moved, so moved …
A 500-word essay is entitled Touching 3 "Grasp every touch of life, warmly embrace your beloved friends, and let sincere words and happy tears flow in your heart and mine ..."
This is the lyrics of my favorite song "True Hero". Although I don't sing very well, my heart is full of emotion every time I sing.
In our life, there are so many touching things, such as a simple tune, a solemn and stirring poem, a faint greeting, a faint smile, a wordless wave, a faltering back … all of which will make people moved.
I like an old man's poem very much, "When flowers bloom, they are only envious, but the budding buds are soaked with tears of struggle and filled with blood and rain of sacrifice." This is a vivid philosophical poem, which always makes people think and move.
An old man with a simple life donated his life savings before his death; A politician in a high position visited a humble abode and had a heart-to-heart talk with an old man in rags. A stubborn and arrogant person suddenly stands in front of you and sincerely apologizes to you; A naive child will send you a lost dollar, which will move you. When you meet a bad person, that usually fragile woman will stand up and protect your friend with her thin body; When you are in a trance, the person you once thought was the enemy holds your cold hand tightly and gives you encouragement; On the stormy road of life, there are always some good people holding umbrellas for us. In the cold winter, people give you cotton-padded clothes and charcoal; When we are lonely, the vastness of the sea, the vastness of the grassland and the vastness of the starry sky have not touched us.
Reading a good book will move us; Getting to know a good friend will move us; We will be moved by the sudden change of fate; After difficulties and obstacles, we finally reached our destination and won, which moved us very much. ...
Love will only be moved when it is deep. Whether it is moved with or without tears, moved or moved, it is an understanding, an understanding of human life.
A 500-word essay about moving. Remember those people who touched us? "The most beautiful mother", "the most beautiful driver", "the most beautiful female teacher" and so on, those who touched us all started with "the most beautiful". Yes, they are beautiful, but what kind of beauty moved us?
The cold wind, like a roaring beast, came at pedestrians and flowers. Even the tall and straight trees could not help shivering. People hid in warm huts. Only a few pedestrians, motionless flowers and trees were oppressed by the cold wind. Who else can hold their posts under the oppression of the cold wind? He is the people's assistant-the traffic policeman.
He's not moving? No, he is still directing traffic in an orderly way. Although he stood in the cold wind, his body taller than a tree did not tremble at all. I looked into his eyes, and his eyes were more dignified than the cold wind, but not so depressed as the cold wind, with a hint of kindness and no majesty. Not good! Several children appeared in my sight. Oh, my God! They are running on the road, far ahead, there is a big truck coming towards them. My heart is in my throat, and there seems to be a fear. The fear of death comes to me, and I just want time to stop. This kind of tragedy must not happen. The van is getting closer and closer to them, and they also found the arrival of the van. A child really fell down and screamed. The truck braked quickly, but how to brake at such a close distance? Confused, my eyes seem to be a pool of blood.
A figure that had been noticed for a long time flashed in front of the child. He is a traffic policeman. He is going to use his life to help the truck finish the final braking, just to save the child's life. My child and I looked at the tall figure with trepidation. For a second or two, the truck had been attached to the traffic police, and the fear of death flooded into my mind ... I closed my eyes and didn't want to see a bloody scene. A second or two passed, but I didn't hear the screams of death. I opened my eyes and the truck had stopped. ...
The "beauty" that once touched me is the "truth, goodness and beauty" in people's hearts. I looked at the sky as if I saw the most beautiful flowers blooming in the world.
I was moved by myself and others, and the sunshine in my heart lit up the darkness in my heart.
Kindness is touching, no matter who it is, me and you. Everyone grows up like this. We have grown from an ignorant child to a young man full of sunshine and vitality, and become a person who will smile at others.
I used not to smile at others, but always looked at them coldly.
Occasionally we go to an activity group-cleaning up small advertisements on the street. They tore up all the advertisements willy-nilly. I stood there motionless, and a classmate came over and asked me. I think this is the content of that face. I neglected that classmate. He was about to tear it up when he was angry, so I pushed him out.
He was angry and said I didn't work. The teacher came over and asked me what was going on. I just stared at the small advertisement and didn't talk. The teacher seemed to notice something. Tear up the advertisement-(I gave the teacher a hard look). The teacher understood, smiled and said, "She did the right thing. She can't tear this. " Everyone's face is full of questions.
A classmate held the paper high and stared at it. He also understood. He said, "I agree not to tear it." Everyone's face is even more confused. "This is a mother who is full of hope and eager to find a child. This is Zhang for you. "
Everyone's expression froze, and all the eyes of you, teachers and classmates who are grabbing this piece are stuck on me. I was at a loss and looked down, only to hear applause. I looked up at them and continued to look at them with my expressionless face and cold eyes.
Their eyes make me afraid to look straight up. I always hide. They regard me as Mao. I looked up and giggled, ready to "escape", but they giggled around me. They said, "You were beautiful when you first smiled!" My face is red. ...
My actions have changed me and changed me who doesn't like to laugh. I think I was moved by my own actions.
I really touched myself.
Since ancient times, who has stipulated that you can only walk into the mall if you dress appropriately? Who stipulates that garbage pickers can't be treated like ordinary people? It's all fate. Why is it different?
But how to explain this scene?
An old man in rags, with a few dollars in his hand, walked slowly into a shop. But ... he was kicked out by the guards with batons before he stepped into the open door. The old man obviously panicked for some reason. However, he said with a smile; "What's the matter?" The doorman told him clearly with a dignified face, "You can't go in." The old man was embarrassed. "I want to buy a hairpin for my granddaughter. Tomorrow is her birthday. " The old man couldn't help but shed a few tears when he smiled, and many onlookers gathered around him.
Seeing that the doorman was silent, the old man was ready to go in. However, as soon as he stepped into the open door, he was dragged to the ground by the guard, waving a baton in his hand. It seems that if the old man doesn't leave, his skin will inevitably be hurt. The old man picked up the worn-out luggage that fell to the ground and clenched a few dollars in his hand. He stood up slowly. There was a smile on his face, but the little guy seemed embarrassed and sad. More people gathered around him and talked about something there.
The old man stood there with no intention of leaving. He thought for a while, and no one knew what he was thinking. Suddenly. The old man's knees bent down. "Poof, everyone was shocked. The old man knelt in front of the guard, but it didn't seem to arouse his sympathy. "The guard finally believed his intuition. "The old man is a liar." So he waved his baton. When the baton fell on the old man, the air was still. The heart remains the same. The smile on the old man's face solidified. He looked up at the mall, the hairpin, the granddaughter's favorite hairpin. The guard didn't let the old man watch it for long. Several of them drove the old man away. After a few steps, the old man knelt down seven times. Finally, they disappeared into the sea of people.
For the granddaughter's birthday, for entering a shop that doesn't seem to belong to him, for the hairpin, the old man is willing to be beaten and lose his dignity. But why is the smiling face of the old man not moved by others?
For the 500-word composition touched by the topic, 7! Bang bang bang! "The bean big raindrops on the window are really annoying! It rained all night, but it didn't stop in the morning. I looked out of the window, and there was a very wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, so I couldn't see anything clearly. But I have to go to school! I thought: it's raining, stop quickly so that I can go to school! Mom is not at home, and grandma, who is nearly seventy years old, is ill again. What should I do? Let me go to school alone today.
I picked up my schoolbag and an umbrella. I rushed out of the house and shouted to my grandmother as I ran: "Grandma, you don't have to send me away when you are sick. I go to school by myself. " "
I rushed into the rain curtain and saw the raindrops landing safely on the ground like thousands of paratroopers. Rain dripped down my umbrella and began to form a line, like broken beads. The water on the ground accumulated more and more and merged into streams. Suddenly, the dancing lightning of the golden snake split from the air with a loud noise, which scared me all over. At this time, I miss my grandmother by my side!
Just as I got on the bus, I suddenly saw my grandmother dragging her sick body and really appeared in front of me. She couldn't help coughing several times. I was shocked and said, "Grandma, you are in poor health. Didn't you say I went to school by myself? " Grandma said, "Wind, grandma saw lightning. I know you have been afraid of this kind of weather since you were a child, so I'll see you off ... "At this moment, my tears have been swirling in my eyes, and I was so moved that I couldn't speak.
After school in the afternoon, the rain is still falling, as if tireless. I opened my umbrella and looked, ah! The umbrella is broken! I am very anxious. Suddenly, another lightning flashed across the sky like a fire dragon. I only saw that someone else's mother had come to pick up the children, but no one answered me. I'm sad and scared.
Just then, I vaguely saw a familiar figure in the rain. Let me take a closer look, ah! It's grandma! At this time, I flew into my grandmother's arms and choked and said, "Grandma, why are you here?" Are you feeling better? Much better, much better! "Grandma stroked my head and said. At this time, my disappointed tears slipped down again.
At this time, the rain gradually subsided. ...
I believe there are things worth remembering and moving in life ... walking into the gallery of years, looking through the photo albums of life and reliving the moments that touched me. ...
Once in a writing class, the teacher asked us to take out a "calligraphy book". I thought I had a book, so I went to look through my schoolbag, but I couldn't find it. I am very anxious. The deskmate turned around and said, "What's wrong with you?" I said sadly, "I forgot to bring my calligraphy book." I am afraid that the teacher will scold me. " The deskmate said, "Don't cry, let's write together." "I suddenly became happy and said to my deskmate," OK, thank you. "The teacher asked us to practice the first lesson, and my deskmate always made mistakes. At this time, I found that my deskmate had pushed all the books to my side. My deskmate only read a little, so sometimes I was wrong and then I was wrong. I pushed the book back to my deskmate's eyes, and he pushed it to my side, so he pushed it around and pretended to be angry and said, "If you do this again, I won't show it to you." "I appreciate your kindness, but you know very well that learning is a race against time. I can't just read this book. We must all read this book. If we push around like this and people review, but we can't review anything, then we will be detained by the teacher. Come on, let's watch it together and work hard together. This time, you listen to me, put the book in the middle and we will watch it together. " The deskmate nodded. I thought to myself, it's a good thing the teacher didn't find out. If I find it, I'm in trouble. "Jingle bell ..." The class was over again.
Once in a writing class, the teacher asked us to take out calligraphy books to practice writing. I thought I had it with me, so I opened the pencil box and looked, but there was no one. I looked around several times and saw that they all had pens, so I borrowed them from others. If I didn't borrow it, I would borrow it from my deskmate. He said he had two, so he lent me one. I didn't return it to him until class was over. When I saw him, he wrote with a ballpoint pen. At this time, my eyes were moist.
Those moments, now, will be thought that people will be deeply immersed in that touching net ... touching the softest corner of their hearts and evoking infinite memories. ...
Touching things happen every day in life, but they either pass by in a flash or slip away quietly under people's eyes. Something happened today that touched more than 30 people in the class.
It's a multimedia class that makes people cry. "Bell, bell" The bell rang, and the students reluctantly returned to their seats. Some students laughed with the students around them.
At this moment, I saw the teacher take a computer and connect it to the big screen. The students held their breath and had no idea what the teacher was going to do. Soon, the teacher opened a set of pictures, all of which were pictures of poor rural areas. It is better not to watch than to watch-these pictures have left a deep imprint on the hearts of students.
Liu Xiaohuan, 1 1 years old, from Shanxi. Every day, I have to carry 80 kilograms of brick embryos 140 meters, and I have to carry them dozens of times every day to make a living and study, but I only earn 3 cents each time. Seeing this, won't your tears fall quietly? Her back, which she shouldn't have bent over, seems to be telling her bitterness, and the brick embryo she is carrying seems to be recalling the sad past. ...
On the garbage mountain, a child with tears on his face is crying, and his tender little hands, which are raised again and again because he is eager to be loved, can only fall slowly in helplessness and tears; His deafening cry had to be stopped because no one noticed it ... what a strong contrast between his eager eyes and his classmates' complaining expressions! What an amazing contrast between his amazing crying and his classmates' expressions of laughter during recess!
The teacher's voice is getting louder and louder, and the speed of speech is gradually slowing down. The tears of the students have already fallen unconsciously, and some strong students still have some tears in their eyes ... Sobs echoed in the classroom ... The classroom was still silent after the bell rang for a long time. ...
I will never forget this lesson!