You must have true feelings first.
Secondly, use some skills, such as first promoting and then restraining, and integrate your feelings into places like environment description and detail description, just like you like someone, but you don't tell him you like him directly, but show it through small efforts and actions. Wen looks like a mountain and doesn't like peace. Even if you are moved again, saying "I am so moved" a thousand times is not as attractive as some subtle plots.
If you can't be moved in practice, you can go to see some movies about affection and love, which will make you cry and you will know what is moved. I think only when you know what is really moving, will you have a full feeling in your heart and your feelings will be naturally revealed.
Truth and details are the most touching, remember.
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Spring rain, father, cherry
Fang xiulian
The rain in March is like silk, and it's flying high. Although the cold winter has passed, it is still a little chilly because of the rainy weather. After school, our happy angel was trapped in the dormitory. Someone suggested: "Just wash your feet, sleep and read!" "Everyone responded.
After a while, Liu Xia came in and said, "There is a man outside, carrying a backpack and wearing a straw hat. There is a big hole in the clothes, and the trousers are covered with yellow mud and water. What a pity! "
"After hearing what you said, aren't you just a garbage collector?"
"Scavengers? If he was serious, he wouldn't be like that. I'm afraid he is begging! "
"Maybe that man is a thief." Qinqin spoke. "Now the thief is very cunning. They observe the terrain during the day and act at night. Oh, yes, he carries a backpack to transport stolen goods and wears a straw hat to avoid showing his true colors. " She looks like a criminal investigation expert.
Everyone is talking about it.
Suddenly, Zhang Fang came in panting, and bang! The door slammed shut.
We all asked at once, "Fangfang, what's the matter?"
She gasped: "That ... that man, I ... just got out of the dormitory ... just stared at me, I ... went to the swimming pool, and he followed a few steps ... an inert thing!"
I listened to Zhang Fang's words and made an extension, saying, "Being a thief is fine, but being a rogue is not. Think about it, instead of standing at the door of the boys' dormitory, he came to the girls' dormitory and looked around. A pair of thieves' eyes are staring straight at the girl-Zhang Fang. If you are really a rogue, I am afraid you are the first target of his attack. "
"You are so bad!" Zhang Fang rushed up and hit me.
"Stop it, let me see his' true face' and call the police after the incident." I walked to the door as I spoke.
I leaned out of the car door and looked out: "Oh, my God!" I can't help secretly complaining that the man wearing a straw hat, carrying a backpack and covered in mud is my father! But ... just now ... scavengers-beggars-thieves-hooligans, my God, our "clever mouth"!
What shall we do to meet him? Aren't you going to see him? Thought of here, I can't help but cast a glance outward again:
I saw it. Dad seems to have just finished talking with teacher Zhang and turned to our dormitory.
Bang, bang, a quick knock at the door. I got up the courage to open the door. It was my father!
I tried to stabilize my emotions and said, "Dad, are you there?"
"Well, here it is. Sell some side dishes and bring you some cherries by the way. " Dad took out a bag and opened it. That is a big, red and fresh cherry. "Cherry says red is red, but you didn't come back last week ..." After a pause, he added, "This money is for you. It's hard to walk back. When I came, I fell, my clothes were torn and my pants were ... "
I cried, I don't know whether it was excitement or guilt.
Suddenly, my father saw Zhang Fang and said, "I saw her just now and thought it was you."
"It's really cold today. She wears my clothes. " I am busy explaining.
Zhang Fang stared at me and made a face.
I asked my father to come to the dormitory. He said, "No, I have to buy feed."
Dad left, and I gave the cherries to everyone. Everyone ate silently, even Xiao Bo Liu Xia didn't speak for a long time.
Outside the window, it is still raining. ...
Commenting on the father who sent cherry to school in the rain, he "fell down, his clothes were torn, and his trousers were covered with yellow mud and water", but we called him "rag picker-beggar-thief-hooligan". Although it was a misunderstanding, it also made us feel very ashamed, so "Dad left and I gave the cherries to everyone. Everyone was eating silently, and even Liu Xia, a small broadcaster, didn't speak for a long time. "
The plot design of the composition is ingenious, the plot twists and turns are reasonable, and each plot is explained and paved, which is both smooth, natural and fascinating to read. This is worth learning from when we write.
What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who it is, it is impossible to tell a completely unmoved person what it is. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart. Touched like a refreshing oasis, drinking sweet spring makes our hearts pure and spacious. Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.
When I was 5 years old, my father went to work and I stayed at home with my mother. After getting up, my mother asked me what to eat. I said to eat hot pot, and my mother promised me. Then, my father was worried that I couldn't eat well, because I had a cold at that time, so I made a phone call. The moment my mother answered the phone, I was watching the bubbles coming out of the hot pot. I looked at it and felt very hungry. I fell on the table, and the jar slipped down and hit me, splashing on my right arm. I cried. My mother heard my crying and put down the phone. She ran to the kitchen, saw my right arm and took me to the hospital at once. The doctor said I had to be hospitalized. My mother called my father. Soon, my father rushed to the hospital and asked the doctor about my injury. The doctor said, "Your daughter caught a cold and burned. It is really difficult to cure. " I saw my father's anxious look, and suddenly, tears could not help falling from his eyes. In this way, day by day in the ward, in these days, my mother accompanied me all day, never leaving. Under the careful treatment of the doctor, I can leave the hospital and my parents can have a good rest. I watched my parents shed tears when they were tired. Until now, this scar is still deeply in my heart.
There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer moving 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; A thirsty friend helps you get a glass of water, which is touching; It is touching to get a comforting word when you are depressed; Sometimes I am very happy.
O(∩_∩)O~ Friends share happiness with you, which is touching. Even if it is just a petal, a leaf, it is moving. ......
Touching composition
Everyone has his own life, and everyone's life is different and unique. I like my life, because life tells me. ...
Life tells me that he needs optimism. Only optimism can make life show infinite vitality, and only optimism can make life colorful. The grass was not frightened by the storm; The fish didn't swim away because of the impact of the sea; The dark clouds have not dissipated because of the raging wind, because they know how to face life optimistically.
Life tells me that he needs to cherish, cherish everyone around him, cherish every smile around him and cherish every happiness around him. Because the banquet will always end and the smile will always be broken, we should learn to cherish it and not let regrets always accompany us.
Life tells me that he needs to be strong, face every setback and meet every challenge in life. There is no need to mourn the autumn because of fallen leaves, and there is no need to give up fighting because of a setback, because a flower cannot wither and waste the whole spring, and a setback cannot waste a lifetime. Learn to be strong and learn to fight.
Life tells me that he needs love, love your parents, love your teachers, love your friends and love everyone around you. At the same time, you will get a lot of care, love and blessings. Let love come into our life and make our life colorful.
Life tells me that he needs to be moved, moved by a good thing, moved by a good book and moved by a good man. Let's live in contact and grow in contact.
Life tells me that he needs trust. Trust is a bridge between people and the key to solving all misunderstandings. In fact, the sky is blue, and the clouds will always disperse; In fact, the sea is not wide, and this shore is connected with the other; It is not difficult to know each other, and the heart is connected with the letter.
Life tells me that he needs diligence. No one can accomplish anything without diligence. Diligence can make up for mistakes and produce results. Diligence is the ladder to success. Success is the result of hard work. As long as we work hard to explore, practice and innovate, everything we do will be successful! The bell rings, the years go by, the story is left, the hope is ushered in, the hope is beautiful, and I am sincerely moved ... This is what life tells me. ...
Touching story
I saw a real touching thing last night.
The thing is this: an old man has a dog, and the old man is his father. The dog loves vermicelli, so the old man gave it a nice name "vermicelli".
Once, vermicelli went out to play and was mistaken for a stray dog, and it was knocked out. The old man heard the news and went home with vermicelli. The old man held it for four days and four nights, but the vermicelli miraculously woke up and never ran out.
However, in recent years, the old man has been diagnosed as paralyzed, and the old man has no children or daughters ..... Because of his mobility, he can only buy things for a few days at a time. One day, the old man sat in a wheelchair and went out to buy vermicelli as usual. Unexpectedly, vermicelli pulled up the old man and ran away. Since then, the old man has gone out every day. One day, the old man pointed to the road and took it to the supermarket to buy food. The old man didn't go in to pick it out, but the shop assistant took it out for him. At this point, vermicelli is waiting at the gate of the supermarket. The next day, before the old man told him where to go, vermicelli pulled him to the door of the supermarket. How clever vermicelli is! It pulled the old man so many times and never ran a red light. Vermicelli also dragged him to the park. When the old man reads the newspaper, he stays on the ground and doesn't play with his master until the old man finishes reading it. What a sensible puppy!
The old man said that he wanted to spend the rest of his life writing stories about animals. The payment was provided by a friend of the old man, and one of the stories was written like this:
A blind man and his beloved guide dog came to the gate of heaven together. The angel said that there is only one place in heaven, and another person will fall into hell and let them race. Guide dogs walk slowly in the footsteps of their owners. When there was only one step left from the gate of heaven, the master ordered the guide dog to stop. The angel thought: This master is really selfish. The owner can see it. He stared at the dog's face for a long time. The master ordered him to move forward quickly. Just as the guide dog stepped into heaven, the owner fell into hell. The guide dog soon caught up with the owner, and they fell into hell together ... The angel was wrong from the beginning, and these two souls are interlinked.
There are many stories, but the affection between the old man and his dog is eternal!
Instant touch
One day in art class, Teacher Zhang showed us a famous painting. That's Monet's landscape painting, which depicts the sunrise. The name of the painting is simple and straightforward: Impression of Sunrise. Teacher Zhang made a survey and asked all the students who like this painting to raise their hands. About one third of the class raised their hands, while the rest, including me, didn't. Although I don't know what others think, the reason why I don't raise my hand is simple, that is, I can't see anything that can impress me from this impressionist painting.
But at the same time, I also know in my heart that the sunrise in the harbor itself must have deeply touched the author. Monet looked at the scene that touched him the most and left it on the canvas in the way he thought was most satisfactory. This is the so-called instant touch.
There are naturally such moments in my life, and I can remember them clearly. One of them was that one day after school, there were not many people in the school. I went to the teacher's office to get something. On my way back to the classroom, I happened to pass by the music classroom. Casual glance, I saw the sunset outside the window, so bright red, dyed everything in this small room red. Piano, blackboard and desk, everything. For an instant, I was immersed in the beauty that shocked my heart. In a trance, I accidentally dropped the class exercise book I just bought on the ground. An unknown girl passing by helped me pick up my notebook and put it away. Everyday faces smile in the sunset, and a faint sense of beauty overflows irrepressibly. In retrospect, maybe I graduated from grade three that day, and there was a feeling of parting hidden under the hustle and bustle of campus. Because later, no matter how good the day is, no matter how to go back to middle school and stand in that position at that time and look hard, there is no such touch.
The touching moment is beautiful, because it cannot be copied. Otherwise it can't be called an instant. I remember one summer Sunday afternoon, I was studying in my small room of five or six square meters. It was raining, raining heavily, and it rained for a long time. Since the sky is as black and ugly as cement, I am naturally not in the mood to look up, just reading and listening to songs. It's stuffy in the room, because the windows are closed to prevent rain from coming in. However, when I looked up carelessly, I saw another scene. Rain Ji clouds are opening, a large rain cloud is retreating, and bright and unobstructed sunlight shines through the cracks in the clouds. The sky is divided into two parts, light and darkness, and light and darkness have become two indispensable factors in this touching picture. I froze for a while, and then I had an impulse to pick up a digital camera, as if I were filming this scene. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, I can't get the effect I want. In my depressed mood, the night came slowly, and the boundaries of clouds gradually mixed in the night and finally disappeared. At this time, I just sat in front of the lamp and thought quietly, maybe what I want to record with my camera is not the scenery, but the feeling of surprise
Is Monet really satisfied with his painting impression of sunrise? Not necessarily. Maybe he was depressed because of the touch at that moment, which is hard to capture. It's all in our hearts.
The weight of tears
Light tears are human tears, and animal tears are heavy tears. Is a tear from the depths of life, heavier than metal. Maybe there is hypocrisy in people's tears, maybe there is personal grievance in people's tears, but only sincerity and animal tears are the tears that shock people's souls. The first time I saw the tears of animals, it was the tears of an old cat in my family. This old cat has been in my house for many years. I don't know how many children I have had and how old I am. I just know that it has become a member of our family, and an important part of our daily life is to play with her. When it was a kitten, we induced it to roll on the ground. Later, it grew up gradually, and we held it in our arms and stroked its soft fluff for a long time. It is also that we have too much intimacy with it, and it cannot be separated from our caress for a day. No matter who doesn't touch it that day, it will find that person, even at night, and then it will lie beside him silently, waiting for his intimacy, until that person finally touches it, even if it is only once, and then it will slowly walk away contentedly, as if feeling full and happy for it. However, how many years have passed, this old cat has become too old, a doddering look, and its actions have become slow; Although our whole family was still extremely friendly to it at this time, I don't know what kind of inducement made the old cat gradually alienate us. It just lies under the eaves every day. No matter how much we tease it down there, it won't come down. Sometimes it will look at us lazily, but then it will close its eyes without expression. Mom said that this cat's life has come, and it is also the ruthlessness of human beings. Our family is most worried that it will die in an unknown corner. We are worried that this will bring us trouble. In this way, every day, we just see that the old cat is really listless day by day, but it still lies quietly under the eaves and on the windowsill, as if sleeping, and as if waiting for the last day. I found it by accident. That's when I went to the yard to do things. I just saw the old cat lying on the windowsill for too long, so I went to see if it was asleep or basking in the sun as usual. But when I approached it, I suddenly found a tear in the corner of the old cat's eye. It seems that this tear has stayed in its corner for too long. That tear has been sunburned like a piece of amber, motionless, condensed in the corner of my eye, still shining a little light in the sun. "The cat is crying." I couldn't help calling my mother in the room. Immediately, my mother came out, as if to give the old cat some final comfort. Unexpectedly, as soon as the old cat saw her mother coming towards her, she immediately struggled to stand up and used up her last strength to climb up the roof step by step. At this time, my mother tried her best to bring it down, perhaps to give it some last food, but the old cat walked away step by step without looking back. It was so heavy. Only then did I realize that we were too cold. It has lived in our house all its life, and we are afraid that it will end in our house. We always expect it to go away at the last moment of life, no matter where it goes, it is better than staying at our home. At first, we thought it was because it refused to leave and was afraid that it would ask us for the last warmth, but we misjudged it and it was just waiting for our last farewell; And when it found out that we knew it was leaving us, she just left a tear, and then quietly left and went somewhere. For a long time, I can't forget that tear, which is a tear that lingers in life and perceives the arrival of the time limit. Animals have their own feelings. They only leave their love to people, then say goodbye to people forever with a tear and take the last pain away from themselves. The tears of animals are sacred tears, and they don't ask for anything in return from human beings.
The story is ups and downs, and the composition is moved.
"I made it! I made it! I finally succeeded! " My cheers came from the swimming pool next to Bell School. At the moment, people are looking at me with different eyes, looking at me with different eyes, and I still "go my own way". In normal times, I feel shy, but today I am very excited. Because, I succeeded!
Recalling the scene of studying hard that year, my nose hurts and tears flow down.
In the summer vacation of the third grade of primary school, my father took me by. I saw many people swimming there. They look like fish swimming in the water. That's great.
I am a little excited and want to go swimming, but I can only wear a lifebuoy and watch them happy in the water. I am envious in my heart.
Dad seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Do you want to learn?" I nodded and said, "I'm afraid I can't learn!" " ""Who said that? If you don't try, how do you know you won't! "Dad told me earnestly." Then I'll try. "
The next day, I went to the swimming pool accompanied by my parents. At this time, I looked at the clear water in a daze. The sea roared at me like a fierce lion. Fear and fear occupied my mind. At this time, my mother urged me to get into the water quickly. However, my legs don't listen to me at all. My mother couldn't help pushing me into the water at once. At that time, I was still a landlubber. I fluttered a few times and swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. ...
Once, the teacher asked us to compete. When it was my turn, I was a little scared, but when I saw my companion swim by, I swam by quickly.
Gradually, I learned to swim again, and I was indescribable happy. Pride and excitement suddenly occupied my mind. ...
The Wangs have a good buffalo. The color of this buffalo horn is unusual, with a faint green luster. Everyone calls it the green corner.
The green horn has grown up, and it's time to wear a nose ring. His old master, father-in-law Jinsheng, tied an "8" knot with a soft white rope, grabbed the two corners of the green horn, patted his ass and said, "Go, go." Master Wang climbed onto the back of the green pepper, touched its neck and shouted, "Hurry up, one by one."
Qing jiao walked happily on the dirt road in the sun with elastic steps. The pace is very rhythmic, and the back hoof is just on the front hoof print. People who ride cattle feel like riding water waves, and the best cattle can get out of this step.
They left the village and went to the village veterinary station. Wang's father is a cow doctor at the station. He can not only treat cattle, but also pierce their noses and kill them. At this time, he is piercing a yellow calf on the court.
Two pillars are buried in the ground in parallel, with two tree sticks in the middle, forming a "well".
The yellow-haired calf's head is stuck in this TIC-tac-toe, and it is screaming and struggling.
Green horn doesn't know that this yellow-haired calf is piercing its nose, let alone that it will be its turn next.
Kimber approached with a red-hot iron rod in his hand. "hey!" With a cry, spray a sip of soju on the head of the yellow-haired calf. The calf couldn't open its eyes and lifted its nose to sneeze. The red-hot iron bar pierced its nasal septum with a bang. A wisp of white gas came out and gave off a strange smell. The iron drill fell to the ground with a clang, and before it stopped rolling, a white rope had passed through the punched wound. One end of this white rope is tied with a long sharpened stick.
The yellow calf rolled its eyes in pain and couldn't even bark. One of the bars on it was loose, and it stuck its head out to escape, but its freedom was grasped by the master through the white rope. As long as you hold on to this rope, the cow will be dizzy with pain. The yellow-haired calf tried to struggle several times, then dared not make a move again and obediently followed its master.
Stand up straight and say to your son, "Wang, pull it up quickly!" " I'm going to Mei Village to slaughter cattle! "
The green corner suddenly understood: it was the next one. It tilted its head, broke free from the rope in Awang's hand, and turned and ran.
People shouted, "Hold on!" "Stop!"
The green corner turned around, jumped into the river, swam across the river, climbed up the alfalfa field on the other side and ran to the dripping bamboo forest. It doesn't know where to go. It walked a lot, through a forest on a hillside, and unconsciously came to the cattle slaughter farm in Mei Village.
There are two strong pillars on the cattle slaughter farm, and each pillar is hung with a hemp rope ring. An elderly bull was led to the ground and obediently tied its two front legs into two hemp rope loops. Wang's father has arrived at Mei Village from the veterinary station. He stood in the middle of the slaughterhouse and gave orders: "What are you stalling for?" Take over! "
Several burly boys grabbed the rope of the looper and closed it at once. The old cow fell to the ground, and Cleisthenes shouted twice, and sad tears kept coming out of her eyes.
With his hand behind his back, Jin came to the cow with a sharp knife, flashed the blade, gritted his teeth and tried to stab the knife into the cow's neck and even arm. Then he turned the blade and quickly pulled out the knife. Blood spurted from the cow's wound and shot at the sun. ..
Green horn saw this thrilling scene in the hillside bushes, turned and ran away. Suddenly, it saw the old master take his mother to that terrible place.
Grandpa Jinsheng took the old cow into the slaughterhouse and gave it to his son. He turned and squatted on the ground, covering his cheeks with his withered hands. Knowing that the situation was urgent, the old cow shouted, "Moo. Moo! "
Green horn rushed down from the hillside, with his head slightly sideways and his hooves whirring. It rushed into the slaughterhouse and came straight for Kimber.
Kimble looked back and saw the burning anger in Qing Jiao's eyes. He knew that cows were terrible in the wild, and he was afraid that cows would hurt onlookers, so he fled to the wild, and Qing Jiao followed.