Mother has the habit of going out for a walk after supper. I remember before, I accompanied my mother to the square for a walk every day. Smell the smell of flowers and plants, listen to the chirping of insects, and watch many people dancing lively aerobics in the distance.

After dinner that day, my mother said that she would go out for a walk as usual. Passing me, she suddenly stopped and asked me if I was going out. I buried myself in my homework and refused without looking up. I seemed to hear her sigh when I heard the door close gently. A strange feeling suddenly rose in my heart. I looked up and saw my mother walking under the window, and the dim light shone on her back. For the first time, I found that the mother who could carry everything for me was so thin. At that moment, I felt a little distressed.

After dinner the next day, I decided to go for a walk with my mother. Out of some ridiculous psychology, I pretended to be very busy, and when she came to ask me, let's go out for a walk together. She stood quietly behind me for a while, then turned around and quietly took the door away. I chased him out and said in some confusion, "Mom, I'll go with you!" " "She turned her head and looked surprised and asked me if I had finished my homework. I nodded, happy that I had made the right choice.

Our mother and daughter walked under the dim street lamp, and occasionally cars roared past the road. My steps are bigger than my mother's and I walk faster than her, so I try to slow down, thinking that I haven't been so close together for a long time, but I can't think of anything to say. I turned to look at my mother's face. There are faint traces of years on her face, showing a peaceful and quiet expression. There is a reassuring smile on her lips. The soft light of the street lamp makes her face look so warm and kind. I held out my hand, but I took back my pocket. That naughty little girl who sticks to her mother all day has grown up? Mom stopped and said casually, "Look, you are taller than me." She smiled and gestured to my head, and I reached out and squeezed my mother's hand again. Her hands are a little rough and cold. When our palms become the same temperature, I feel my heart and hers stick together.

At that moment, I suddenly understood that growing up is a process from being taken care of by my mother to learning to take care of my mother.

two

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching 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; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...

Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched?

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.

Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.

Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!

three

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Daughter, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Ellie, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

four

I will never forget, regret or forget-I broke my mother's heart that night and let her down. ...

It was one night. I finished my homework early and immediately went to watch TV programs. While I was reading it with relish, my mother called me and said, "Can you wash your feet before reading it?" I said, "Wait a little longer! Just the last five minutes, mom! " Mother agreed, just sitting there quietly, motionless, waiting, and five minutes came. I declined again and said, "It's really the last ten minutes!" Mother didn't speak and nodded her consent. Time passed, and I wanted to refuse for another fifteen minutes, but my mother came over and said, "Good boy, wash before you look!" " "I turned a deaf ear and didn't answer," hey! If you don't wash it, the water is cold anyway, no matter you! "Suddenly, an idea came to my mind-mom is so annoying! Then, the word blurted out from my mouth, "Mom, are you bored? "How wordy!" Suddenly, my mother was surprised and disappointed, and her mouth was open as if she could not speak. I, I also called her "you witch!" " "I am particularly angry. I slammed off the TV, pushed the door hard, went to bed, tucked myself in and fell asleep. After a while, I came to my senses. I didn't expect to say this myself. I also know that the water is cold and my mother's heart is cold. And the word "hate" has been in my mind, and I don't have the courage to say "sorry" to my mother. Suddenly, I remembered that my mother was sick today and had been working all day! Tired and want to have a rest, don't I even do this little thing as she says? I am such an unfilial son!

Hey! But I can't sleep again and again. If I say it, it's like spilled water, and I can't get it back. Suddenly, it seems that someone is stabbing me in the heart with a steel needle, and I feel terrible. I got up and went to my mother and said, "I'm sorry, mom!" " "Suddenly, I couldn't say anything, just threw myself into my mother's arms and continued to enjoy great maternal love, happy maternal love and moist maternal love! And my mother also shed a few tears in the corner of her eye.

Mom, I won't make you angry and sad again. I hope you become a happy mother, a happy mother!

Although not original, I hope I can help you. O(∩_∩)O~O(∩_∩)O~O(∩_∩)O~