Looking inside, I saw an old man in his sixties sitting on the ground on one side of the overpass. Close your eyes and play the famous erhu song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" with ecstasy. He seems to be immersed in the paradise of music, but after careful observation, he feels something is wrong. In front of him is an open iron box with a few coins lying in a mess. Turned out to be a beggar.
People come and go on the overpass, but no one wants to stop and listen to the music of erhu, and no one wants to lend a helping hand to help him. Erhu's voice has been choked up, as if telling something. ...
At this time, a six or seven-year-old girl took her mother's hand and quietly listened to him play a song in front of the old man.
"Mom, give the old man some money!" She pleaded, holding the woman's hand. I saw her mother gave her a hard look and said, "What are you pretending to be kind? How many do you think are in this box? "
"Why should we be like others? This old man looks really miserable. " "Children have never seen the world, don't talk nonsense. Do you know how many beggars are real now? " What the girl got was another gaze from her mother. But at this moment, I saw the beggar's face change slightly, like injustice and helplessness.
The woman took the girl's hand and was ready to leave. The girl struggled to get rid of her mother's hand and felt in her pocket for a long time. Finally, she took out a commemorative medal and put it in an iron box. She said to the old man, "Grandpa, this is all I have." At this time, the beggar raised his head, still closed his eyes and "looked" at the little girl. I caught his grateful eyes and a few crystal tears. Only then did I realize that he was blind.
The overpass is lively again, and the erhu sound is ringing. The only increase is the pure and kind heart left by the little girl.
I didn't want to go shopping that day, but my thoughts have been fixed on the scene on the overpass, the back of the little girl when she left. ...
Although I was not at school that day, I also had a lesson that benefited a lot.
Although I was on the overpass that day, the little girl's behavior told me that there are true feelings in the world. Does the innocence of children make us think?
2. A 450-word composition with the title of true feelings. On the day of summer vacation, my mother and I went to Shanghai to play.
Passing an overpass. People come and go on the overpass, and vehicles shuttle under the overpass. In this wonderful music, I heard a very discordant voice, hoarse and desolate. That's ... Looking in, I saw an old man sitting on the ground on one side of the overpass.
Close your eyes and play the famous erhu song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" with ecstasy. He seems to be immersed in the paradise of music, but after careful observation, he feels something is wrong.
In front of him is an open iron box with a few coins lying in a mess. Turned out to be a beggar.
People come and go on the overpass, but no one wants to stop and listen to the music of erhu, and no one wants to lend a helping hand to help him. Erhu's voice has been choking, as if to tell something ... At this time, a six-or seven-year-old girl took her mother's hand and quietly listened to him play a song in front of the old man. "Mom, give the old man some money!" She pleaded, holding the woman's hand.
I saw her mother gave her a hard look and said, "What are you pretending to be kind? How many do you think are in this box? " "Why should we be like others? This old man looks really miserable. " "Children have never seen the world, don't talk nonsense.
Do you know how many beggars are real now? "The girl got her mother's gaze again. But at this moment, I saw the beggar's face change slightly, like injustice and helplessness.
The woman took the girl's hand and was ready to leave. The girl struggled to get rid of her mother's hand and felt in her pocket for a long time. Finally, she took out a commemorative medal and put it in an iron box. She said to the old man, "Grandpa, this is all I have."
At this time, the beggar raised his head, still closed his eyes and "looked" at the little girl. I caught his grateful eyes and a few crystal tears. Only then did I realize that he was blind.
The overpass is lively again, and the erhu sound is ringing. The only increase is the pure and kind heart left by the little girl. I didn't want to go shopping that day, but my thoughts have been fixed on the scene on the overpass and the back of the little girl when she left ... Although I was not at school that day, I also learned a lot.
Although I was on the overpass that day, the little girl's behavior told me that there are true feelings in the world. Does the innocence of children make us think? .
3. Write a composition on the topic of true feelings. The most precious thing in the world is sincere mutual assistance between people.
Family, friendship ... they always appear at the most critical moment. The following is a story that makes people cry. After the 5 12 Wenchuan earthquake, rescuers found a mother in the ruins. At that time, she was already dead. She was crushed to death by a collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some bowed down like the ancients, but her body was crushed and deformed.
Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran.
He came to her body again, struggling to reach under her body and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive." After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that blocked her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. With his mother's protection, he was unharmed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm.
The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and prepare to do some tests. He found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor, who is used to seeing where you are going, shed tears at the moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears. The troubled year of 2008 awakened the sleeping heart and inspired our strong patriotism. I want to say loudly: "China, good job!" "Everything that happened in the motherland is a test for us. People who have experienced great disasters can better understand the true meaning of life and enjoy the future life.
Stop crying, children. Losing your parents doesn't mean you can't fly. We will take you to the blue sky. Parents should stop crying. Losing children does not mean that your hopes will be dashed. We will light your heart lamp again with a warm heart. Don't cry, wife. Losing your husband doesn't mean you have lost your shoulder to lean on. Look at the stars in the sky. He is watching over you and blessing you. Brothers and sisters, be strong. Fate has blessed you and let you fly with the dreams of the deceased.
God will bear a great responsibility to the people of Sri Lanka, so we must first suffer their hearts, work their bones and muscles, starve their bodies and skin and empty their bodies. Even if you die, what are you afraid of when you are born again? I believe it will be sunny tomorrow, dry your tears and embrace the sunshine tomorrow! We are waiting for the take-off of Sichuan! Life is to live, and then live, so we must be strong and live.
4. Write a composition on the topic of true feelings. People with about 400 words are easily influenced by the social times.
What I have seen and heard makes me feel that people are selfish, and any friendship and true feelings are just on paper. However, one little thing changed me.
It was raining that day, so I got on the bus and hurried to school. I speed up and look down at my watch from time to time.
I looked up again and got a fright. I realize what will happen, but time doesn't allow me to hesitate any longer. I braked hard, but it was too late. The car hit someone and I fell. I didn't care about my pain, just thinking, "What bad luck, I wonder if he is hurt?" He won't let me go anyway. "
I stood up in fear and trembling. I dare not look up for fear of seeing an angry face. Suddenly, the fallen car next to him was lifted.
I was surprised to find that it was him, the middle-aged man, who was knocked down by me. He helped my car first, and then picked up the umbrella that fell to the ground. Suddenly, I met his eyes.
Those are sincere eyes, shining with reproach and containing kindness; There are some angry and sincere expressions that show that he has forgiven me, as if to say, "Go to school quickly, you are not afraid of death, and be careful in the future." Somehow, I suddenly feel that this person looks like my father.
I don't have the fear in my heart just now. Looking into his eyes, I trembled and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry!" " Sitting on the bus, I still look back from time to time, watching the gradually hazy figure in the rain until it disappears out of my sight. But I always feel that a pair of warm eyes are still staring at me.
5. The composition on the topic of true feelings should be no less than 400 words. It is very cold in winter, and the ground is covered with white clothes, which is as cold as a human heart.
Grandpa and I were walking, and suddenly I cried: "Grandpa, look!" " There are so many people over there! Let's go and have a look! ""okay, okay. "I took my grandfather's hand and walked over. I was shocked. At this time, I saw a scene: an old woman kneeling on the icy road, with a basin in front of her, dressed in rags. She can tell at a glance that she wants money.
I think that group of people just couldn't give the old woman money, so they said, "Grandpa, she is so poor!" " Give her 20 cents! "Grandpa was desperate and gave me 20 points." Let's go Give it to her! "I walked slowly to the old woman and put 20 cents in the basin. When she saw it, she knelt down and kowtowed and kept shouting, "Thank you, thank you ..." Those people gave her a lot of money when they saw that I took twenty cents, and she kept kowtowing and saying thank you. I saw it, and a warm current ran into my heart. I am very touched. Seeing that someone gave back Bu 1 Yuan 2 yuan ... Although these were small money, the old man kept kowtowing and thanking me. I can't help blushing. I thought I only gave 2 cents, but they ... but I was the first to take the lead, so I felt a warm current coming to my heart, and their personality deeply touched me.
Looking at the cold weather, people's hearts are as warm as summer. What can be better than interpersonal communication-trust and help? .
6. Write a composition with true feelings, about 400 words, and people's thoughts are easily influenced by the social times.
What I have seen and heard makes me feel that people are selfish, and any friendship and true feelings are just on paper. However, one little thing changed me.
It was raining that day, so I got on the bus and hurried to school. I speed up and look down at my watch from time to time.
I looked up again and got a fright. I realize what will happen, but time doesn't allow me to hesitate any longer. I braked hard, but it was too late. The car hit someone and I fell. I didn't care about my pain, just thinking, "What bad luck, I wonder if he is hurt?" He won't let me go anyway. "
I stood up in fear and trembling. I dare not look up for fear of seeing an angry face. Suddenly, the fallen car next to him was lifted.
I was surprised to find that it was him, the middle-aged man, who was knocked down by me. He helped my car first, and then picked up the umbrella that fell to the ground. Suddenly, I met his eyes.
Those are sincere eyes, shining with reproach and containing kindness; There are some angry and sincere expressions that show that he has forgiven me, as if to say, "Go to school quickly, you are not afraid of death, and be careful in the future." Somehow, I suddenly feel that this person looks like my father.
I don't have the fear in my heart just now. Looking into his eyes, I trembled and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry!" " Sitting on the bus, I still look back from time to time, watching the gradually hazy figure in the rain until it disappears out of my sight. But I always feel that a pair of warm eyes are still staring at me.
7. Write an article on the topic of "true feelings". There are many true feelings on the road of life.
The road of life is always bumpy and tortuous, but there are always a group of people around to support themselves. The true feelings they give me are always like flowers and fruits on the road of life, which bring me warmth and touch when they reach the lowest valley or when they are tired. This is a kind of motivation, a beacon on the road, guiding me to move forward correctly on this road. These people are my relatives.
When I was very young, I went to the nursery. However, every day when I go to school, my father always picks me up by bike. Although I was still young at that time, whenever I leaned on my father's back and felt the wind blowing from my ear, I always felt a sense of sureness and happiness. Whenever I sit in the classroom seat and wait for my father to pick me up, I am always expecting and anxious. When my father appeared, I ran out to look for him happily. When he saw me, he always had a smile on his serious face, carried me to the car and went home. Riding a bike like this, rain or shine. I was stupid when I was a child, and I didn't know how hard it was. I didn't know until I grew up that it was a silent love, a silent love for children, and I learned to be moved.
I am a greedy child. I like the mellow taste of Alpine butterscotch since I was a child. Thick milk smells in your mouth, and there is an unparalleled taste between your lips and teeth. Brothers always like to buy "please" me. Every time they put candy in my little hand, there is always a warm feeling from my hand to my heart. I smirked at them with sugar in my mouth. They touched my head happily, and their eyes were full of love and concern for me. When I grow up, I still like to eat this kind of candy, because it has a family flavor. The smell of this drum is always lingering. When I was most frustrated, it brought warmth and took away all my troubles. Often when I think about it, everything will be clear. I know that this is the true feelings that my brothers have pinned on toffee, which makes me walk out of the trough of life again and again, regain my confidence, walk firmly on the road of life, March towards the unknown ahead, and March towards a better future.
The fate with the sea is not shallow. I always like the blue sea and blue sky. My family has always liked to take me to the seaside since I was a child. I like the waves that drown my feet and slowly recede. I like listening to the waves of the sea. The lapping waves are still shining in my memory. I prefer adults to hold my hand, accompany me to pick up shells and put them in my hand. I smiled happily and counted the shells, just like I counted the love of my loved ones, as vast and inclusive as the sea. I don't know why I like the sea so much. Bathing in the sea breeze is like bathing in the true feelings of my loved ones, walking on the golden beach, and walking on the road of life paved by my loved ones with true feelings, with the most beautiful songs and poems. My childhood in memory is a golden beach and a gentle sea, and I will never go back in my mind.
There are many true feelings on the road of life, just as my father gave me a warm and practical back, mellow butterscotch gave me, and the gentle and boundless sea gave me the true feelings of my loved ones, like countless shells of love. These true feelings are the most beautiful poems in my life, praising the happiness of my relatives and me as deep as the sea.
8. Write an article on the topic of "true feelings". There are many true feelings on the road of life. The road of life is always bumpy and tortuous, but there are always a group of people around to support themselves. The true feelings they gave me will always be like flowers and fruits on the road of life. When they reach the lowest point, or when they are tired, they bring warmth and touch. This is the driving force for progress, and it is also a bright light on the road, guiding me to move forward correctly on this road.
These people are my relatives. When I was very young, I went to the nursery.
However, every day when I go to school, my father always picks me up by bike. Although I was still young at that time, whenever I leaned on my father's back and felt the wind blowing from my ear, I always felt a sense of sureness and happiness. Whenever I sit in the classroom seat and wait for my father to pick me up, I am always expecting and anxious. When my father appeared, I ran out to look for him happily.
When he saw me, he always had a smile on his serious face, carried me to the car and went home. Riding a bike like this, rain or shine.
I was stupid when I was a child, and I didn't know how hard it was. I didn't know until I grew up that it was a silent love, a silent love for children, and I learned to be moved. I am a greedy child. I like the mellow taste of Alpine butterscotch since I was a child. Thick milk smells in your mouth, and there is an unparalleled taste between your lips and teeth.
Brothers always like to buy "please" me. Every time they put candy in my little hand, there is always a warm feeling from my hand to my heart. I smirked at them with sugar in my mouth. They touched my head happily, and their eyes were full of love and concern for me.
When I grow up, I still like to eat this kind of candy, because it has a family flavor. The smell of this drum is always lingering. When I was most frustrated, it brought warmth and took away all my troubles. Often when I think about it, everything will be clear.
I know that this is the true feelings that my brothers have pinned on toffee, which makes me walk out of the trough of life again and again, regain my confidence, walk firmly on the road of life, March towards the unknown ahead, and March towards a better future. The fate with the sea is not shallow. I always like the blue sea and blue sky.
My family has always liked to take me to the seaside since I was a child. I like the waves that drown my feet and slowly recede. I like listening to the waves of the sea.
The lapping waves are still shining in my memory. I prefer adults to hold my hand, accompany me to pick up shells and put them in my hand. I smiled happily and counted the shells, just like I counted the love of my loved ones, as vast and inclusive as the sea.
I don't know why I like the sea so much. Bathing in the sea breeze is like bathing in the true feelings of my loved ones, walking on the golden beach, and walking on the road of life paved by my loved ones with true feelings, with the most beautiful songs and poems. My childhood in memory is a golden beach and a gentle sea, and I will never go back in my mind.
There are many true feelings on the road of life, just as my father gave me a warm and practical back, mellow butterscotch gave me, and the gentle and boundless sea gave me the true feelings of my loved ones, like countless shells of love. These true feelings are the most beautiful poems in my life, praising the happiness of my relatives and me as deep as the sea.