Touched, it seems only for a moment. However, at that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me unforgettable and make me cry!
During that time, my heart was dark and I couldn't seem to cheer up anymore. Grandpa died, and so did my grandfather who loved me the most. His tears have dried up and his eyes are no longer clear, staring at one place all day.
The teacher can only sigh frequently when his grades plummet. I don't know from which day, I found several pieces of paper stapled together in my schoolbag, which wrote the key contents of teachers in various subjects. Beautiful and clean handwriting. Who wrote it? Why did he or she give me an extra note?
I never watch it, but I throw it aside every time and keep thinking about my grandfather.
The paper piled higher and thicker. Who on earth has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which puzzled me, was finally solved by me after a section on physical education class.
Physical education class finished class that day, and I trudged back to the classroom. I just walked into the classroom and happened to see someone in my position. Who is that man? I saw the man turn around slowly, and both he and I were surprised. It's him, who has been against me in his studies! I immediately stepped forward, stared at him and said, "What are you doing? Do you feel sorry for me? Remember, no matter how depraved I am, I don't want your charity! " After that, I took out some pieces of paper that he had just stuffed into my schoolbag and tore it smartly. For an instant, the whole classroom was silent.
Without saying a word, he quietly returned to his position and began to bury himself in writing. Soon, a piece of paper flew over. I opened it, and it read such beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven. Cheer up quickly, no one is competing with me for the first place, I'm not used to it!
After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable and had a complicated feeling. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I tried not to let them fall. I went up to him again and shouted at him, "You don't have to mind my business! If you're not used to it, you're not used to it. Don't interfere with me! Why are you tired of taking the first place? You don't have to show off in front of me! " After saying the last sentence, I turned back to my seat smartly. He bowed his head and said nothing.
The next day, I thought there would be no more notes. Unexpectedly, there were, and there were two copies, yesterday and today. Suddenly, tears came out, and I suddenly realized. ...
Before that, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart ... from then on, I treated life happily and optimistically!
(2) Touch from the side
There are many touching things in life, which are hidden in our hearts like pearls at the bottom of the sea. Today, I will choose the brightest pearl to show you!
I remember it was a windy night, and my parents asked me to go to Carrefour at the door to do some shopping. No sooner had I finished my "work" than I saw a flash of lightning outside, followed by a thunder, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. It rained harder and harder, and soon, my umbrella was ruthlessly torn by the strong wind. Suddenly, the raindrops like soybeans hit me and made me a "soaked chicken". I feel cold all over. At this time, I really hope my parents will pick me up early! Suddenly, a man came up to me and heard a kind greeting: "Where are you going, little friend?" I stopped and saw his face clearly by the light of the roadside. "ah! If it isn't grandpa Zhang of the neighborhood Committee! " I told him about it, and Grandpa Zhang smiled and said, "Then I'll take you home!" Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind, and I was so excited that I didn't know what to say.
The rain is still falling, the wind is still blowing, and we have arrived home before we know it. I gave my umbrella to grandpa Zhang. Suddenly, my finger touched his wet clothes, and then I realized that Grandpa Zhang was only wearing a thin coat. My eyes are moist. "Grandpa zhang, come to my house. Let's sit in the house for a while. " "No, I have work to do." Say that finish, he turned and walked into the rain.
Watching grandpa Zhang drift away in the misty rain curtain, my heart is sour. At that moment, he touched me
(3) Touch from the side
Someone said, "Why are you moved? The world is so cold. " But I, a sentimental little girl, don't think so, because one thing really touched me.
It was a Monday morning. I am in the classroom, but I don't want to listen. Looking at the rain outside the window, I am worried: how can I go home at noon? Dad won't work outside, but mom will. I wish I had a raincoat, but my mother didn't buy it for me, really!
Finally, the class was over. I rushed to the carport with my schoolbag on my shoulder and pushed the car out. I think my mother will definitely come, because she usually cares about me. But I looked outside the door several times, but I couldn't find it. I was extremely disappointed. Seeing other students wearing clothes given by their parents and holding umbrellas, my little heart was filled with resentment.
I ran all the way home, and the cold rain wet my clothes and my heart. How I wish to see my mother. Finally, I met my mother at home. My mother was cooking. When she saw that I was soaked, she said, "Yang Er, you're back. Change into a thick coat, or you'll catch cold! " As soon as I heard this, I vented all my anger and shouted at my mother, "You still know that you care about me." My mother was stunned at first, but immediately understood, and said to me in an apologetic tone, "Well, it's my mother's fault. My mother shouldn't have refused to pick you up and let you come back in the rain. But mom is busy today, and I really don't have time to cook for you as soon as I come back. " The more my mother is like this, the more I feel wronged. I cried and said, "Then you don't know to buy me a raincoat." My mother listened and said, "OK, my mother will buy it for you." Then make me a good meal, take off my apron and say, "You have a good meal at home, and mom will be right back." Then he turned and left. Looking at my mother's thin figure, I suddenly felt that I had done something wrong. I stopped my mother softly and said, "Mom, why don't you go after dinner?" Mom listened, touched her red eyes and said, "No, mom will be back soon."
During my mother's absence, I thought a lot and I began to regret what I had done. About twenty minutes later, my mother came back with a new raincoat, and her pants were covered with mud. I quickly asked, "Mom, what happened to your leg?" Mom said hesitantly, "Nothing … nothing, just … I fell down. Look, look at the rain that Mom bought for you … "Boo … Boo … Mom, I was wrong!" " Before my mother finished, I threw myself into my mother's arms and began to cry. Mom also cried, touching my head and saying, "Well, don't cry, hey, why is it not delicious after dinner?" "No, no, no, it's delicious!" I wolfed down my food, and my mother looked at me and smiled. At this point, I was so moved that I felt that my most sorry was my mother!
It's been a long time, but every time I think about it, I will burst into tears, because maternal love deeply touched me and branded me in my heart!
(4) Touch from the side
Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always some memories that leave deep traces in your life.
Whenever I think of it, there is always a long-lost impulse in my heart, which is touching.
No one will deliberately seek to be moved, because this is a simple truth and a tremor of the soul. When we see our companions fighting for this group, we can't help cheering for them, and we will cry when we fail and when we succeed. What rises from the tip of our nose is sour, but what gushes from our hearts is sweet. Many people always like to listen to some old songs, which may not sound so good, but those familiar melodies and simple notes can always remind people of the past and recall the mood when listening to this song. Similarly, whether you think of sadness or happiness, there is always a touch that haunts your mind.
In fact, in the long river of life, I am never moved.
Parents' concerned eyes and haggard back day by day are touched by life.
A friend's letter, a short message of blessing, is a comfort to you who are lonely in the distance.
Life is like this, we inadvertently say hello, a greeting, a smile, a little fate ... these things hidden in our hearts are a truth, which has been profound for a long time, even unforgettable for a lifetime. These warm memories will come out unconsciously when we are lonely and feel warm.
Therefore, every time you hold an old photo that was accidentally turned out, don't be surprised why you shed tears. Maybe that vague number is what you care about.
Therefore, there is a red leaf floating in the dream. Don't be surprised at it for no reason. Maybe it is the treasure of your life.
So, when I read an exquisite essay by the window, don't be surprised why my fingertips tremble. Maybe that philosophical deduction is exactly what you have experienced.
And moving also needs to know how to experience and aftertaste. Have you ever thought about giving when others give you love?
I have heard such a story: there was an old man whose husband died and his children left, leaving her alone. She felt that life meant nothing to her, so she went to the seaside to end her miserable fate. Just as she was walking on the beach, a girl came face to face and gave her a deep smile. Suddenly, the old man felt a beam of sunshine in her heart. Life had not given up on her, so she decided to live a good life.
Just a smile and a touch can make an old man accept life again, so let's hold an umbrella for others in the rain, give a warm cup of tea to strangers, give a bunch of flowers to relatives, and even a bunch of nameless grass. As long as it's not perfunctory, it's not mystifying, just expressing your feelings. Holding that simple and fresh blue with your sincere eyes will make people cry.
Life is beautiful, and touching others will touch you.
Philosophers say that as long as wisdom is unique, even if you smile everywhere, you can feel a kind of love, a taste, a charm and even a philosophy.
What moved me was the slowly melting river that had been frozen for a long time under the spring breeze;
What touched me was a red plum, standing proudly, floating a faint fragrance in the snow;
Touching is a clear spring flowing in the jungle;
Moved by the endless night, the moon is like a hook;
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.
Learning is a pleasant thing. I wish you progress in your study and beg for adoption!