A scholar said: "No matter how ruthless this person is, there is always something that moves him."
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A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and then it rained cats and dogs. All the students went home one after another, but I was the only one who lingered at the school gate. A drop of rain, like a broken pearl, bounced colorful blisters on the road.
"The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far away." The hazy mountain in the distance is like a girl wearing a veil. "Light makeup and thick makeup are always appropriate", and raindrops give her a faint makeup, looming in the distance.
It kept raining, and suddenly I saw a hazy figure, riding a car and holding an umbrella, looking weather-beaten. That figure was very close. When I saw it, it was my father. There are layers of wrinkles on his face, all of which are love for me. There is a lot of rain and water vapor on the glass, and that drop of rain is the reincarnation of love. I have a lot of purple frostbite on my hands. Dad said to me anxiously, "I'm sorry I'm late." My eyes care about me. I said angrily, "Why are you here?" Dad said, "I have something to do today and I'm going to be late." I put my schoolbag in front of the car and got on it.
I was still angry when I was holding an umbrella. Suddenly, a tall and powerful pine tree caught my eye. There is a small pine tree next to the pine tree. A gust of wind blew and I was shivering with cold. The pine tree protects the young trees around me with its lush branches and leaves. No matter how windy and rainy it is, pine trees will not go away quietly, but support young trees with their branches to protect them from the cold. I can't help thinking of my attitude towards my father just now. Looking at the pine tree, I think of my father sheltering me from the wind and rain with his broad arms. Looking at the silver thread on my father's head and the frostbite on his hand, I can't help but feel sour in my nose and tears drop on the back of my hand. In this storm, my father's back deeply touched me.
My father loves me like a mountain, protects me like a mountain, guides me to the road to success like a lighthouse on the sea, and doesn't let me lose my way like a road sign. Every bit of life is touched by you.
This is a story that happened when I took the bus for the first time.
One day at noon, my father suddenly asked me to go home by car. I jumped for joy! Because I have long wanted to "escape" from my parents' shelter. I came to the station at once and got on a No.49 bus.
When I got on the bus, I stuck the student hanging on my chest on the card reader. But the voice is not the familiar voice of "student card", but a strange voice: "Please put in your coin". I was shocked. It happened several times in a row. But, I have no money! The bus is about to leave. I don't know what to do. I just stood there.
Just when I was "stupid", I saw a big hand put a coin in the slot machine. I turned my head and saw a kind-hearted old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. "Sit down." I'm stupid again. I stood for a few minutes, and then struggled to a seat. At this point, I have a thousand words in my heart to say to the old man, but I can't say anything. My nose is sour, and my eyes are full of a small tear full of thousands of words. ...
After getting off the bus, I seem to be awake. I have always blamed myself for not saying "thank you", but now I want to say it, but I can't say it. The car, driving away gradually. A stranger, an old man I have never seen, constitutes a memory that can never be erased in my heart. Thought of here, I have a tear in my eye, I don't know whether it is gratitude or regret. ...
When I got home, my mother found me crying and asked me how I cried. I walked into the room silently without saying a word. I know, I will cherish this impression forever.
One noon in midsummer, the scorching sun baked the earth mercilessly, and there were few pedestrians on the road. Only the roadside trees stood stubbornly in the sun, cicadas sang in the trees, leaving a shade under the trees, so that people who were hot and tired could have a rest. I just bought a Chinese book in my hand and hurried forward. My clothes are soaked, my face is sweaty, and my throat seems to be smoking. I feel terrible.
In the shade of a tree, an old man with gray hair kept shouting, "Ice cream, milk ice cream ..." I couldn't help coming to the old man. "Hey, I'll buy a popsicle!" I threw five dimes on the popsicle box, and four coins fell on the popsicle box. I couldn't move. Another coin jumped naughtily on the popsicle box, fell to the ground, and got into the gap to hide and seek. "Son, you are missing a dime." The old man said kindly. "The money is on the ground, you can't see it!" I am very angry. The old man looked at me and seemed to want to say something, but swallowed again, so he had to bend down slowly, take out the coin from the gap, take an popsicle, peel off the paper and hand it to me.
I walked leisurely while eating popsicles, and walked about 100 meters. Suddenly, I heard a shout from behind me: "Little friend, little friend …" I looked back and found that it was the old man, panting after me. I wonder: am I short of money again? ....., I hesitated and stopped. The old man came up to me, handed me a book and said with a smile, "Is this your book, little friend?"
I suddenly realized that I took the book and blushed: "Yes, old man, I ... thank you!" " ""When you are a student, you can't lose your books. " The old man still smiled at me and turned away. I just stood and watched his back go away. At this time, I was ashamed to cry, and let the tears hang on my face ... Although it was a small matter, it was deeply imprinted in my mind and made me unforgettable for a long time.
How many touching stories are there in life? I finished reading this book with tears in my eyes.
The story in this book is touching, and the story "So Touched by You" is the one that touched me the most. The story goes something like this:
The hero of the story, David Ding, is an American youth. The author met him on TV. David Ding teaches in Lanzhou and is a university teacher. At that time, the salary given by the school was 1.200 yuan per month, which was not high. I think anyone will be reluctant, but David Ding is very strange. He repeatedly asked the school to lower his salary to 900 yuan, but the school had no choice but to lower his salary to 950 yuan ... David Ding is a good teacher. He never beats or scolds students, and students love him very much, but students are afraid to see him disappointed. You see, an American youth came to a remote area of China, worked as an ordinary teacher in an ordinary school, and spoke ordinary words ... but it deeply touched us.
There is love everywhere in the world, and touching things happen everywhere.
June 5438+last year 10 snowstorm, May earthquake, how many touching things happened! Let's talk about the earthquake that happened in May. Nurses heal the wounded and rescue the dying, PLA uncles desperately look for hope in the ruins, and people from all regions enthusiastically donate money to the disaster areas. ...
Touching is sometimes just some small details in life, like a greeting, a gesture and an action.
I remember when I was a child, I liked eating fish very much. My mother gave me a "safe" fish belly for fear that I would get stuck by a fishbone, but my mother ate a "dangerous" fish tail, which moved me deeply!
I really like this book!
In this way, I was moved by composition 5. At noon in midsummer, the hot and vicious sun bakes the earth mercilessly. There are few pedestrians on the road, only the trees on the roadside stand tenaciously in the sun. I know that shouting "squeak" in the tree will leave a shade under the tree, so that people who are hot and tired after work can have a rest.
I hurried forward with a Chinese Reading in my hand. My clothes are soaked, sweat is rolling on my face, and smoke seems to come out of my throat. I feel very uncomfortable.
In the shade of a tree, on his 60th birthday, the gray-haired old man kept shouting, "Ice cream, ice milk …" I couldn't help walking up to the old man. "Hey, I'll buy a popsicle!" I threw a dime on the popsicle box, and four coins fell on the popsicle box. I lay still. Another coin playfully jumped on the popsicle box and rolled to the ground. He also got into a crack in the stone to "peek". "My child, you are short of a dime." The old man said kindly. "The money is on the ground, you can't see it!" I am very angry. The old man looked at me as if to say something, but he swallowed it, bent down slowly, took out a coin from a crack in the stone, took a popsicle, tore off the paper and handed it to me. .
I walked leisurely while eating popsicles. After walking about 100 meters, I suddenly heard a shout from behind me: "Boy, boy …" I looked back, and it turned out to be an old man. I saw him. Panting, I followed, puzzled: Did I lose money again? I hesitated and stopped. The old man came up to me, handed me a book, smiled and said to me, "Son, is this your book?"
"Suddenly, I took the book and blushed:" Yes, old man, I ... thank you! " "When you are a student, you can't throw away your books." The old man still smiled at me and turned to go. I stood there in a daze, watching his back go away. At this time, I was ashamed and burst into tears, letting them hang on my face. ...
Although this is a small matter, it is deeply imprinted in my mind and will not be forgotten for a long time.
We all live in this city, but why don't we meet each other, just passing strangers ... Tears blurred my eyes and I found my real vulnerability. I am a seemingly strong person, and my stubborn personality gives people an illusion. They all think I am a layman who doesn't understand the world. I used to believe that my tears have always been a rare resource. But yesterday, I received a phone call from a distant high school classmate, heard a familiar local accent in a foreign land, and received warm greetings in the cold winter. I can only release my accumulated feelings with tears. I feel that our greetings are like a group of old friends' face-to-face greetings. Without secularity and utility, everything is so calm and frank.
I've always wanted to record my feelings at that moment in my own words, but I know that the feelings can't be expressed in words, and it's a height that words can't reach. I want to record, cherish and miss with my heart.
He was my best friend when I was a freshman. We basically talk about everything, but we have different personalities. He is the kind of person who likes playing and learning very much, and sometimes makes people jealous. In high school, I was the kind of person whose only goal was to get into college. This may be the reason why we gradually drifted apart later. The vicious circle between us finally developed into a silent blink of an eye as soon as we met. To tell the truth, even the two of us didn't estimate it.
When we were in a strange city and didn't have a chance to meet, I inexplicably began to miss that pure friendship, that friend who talked about everything. I hope to see him almost every time I go online, but I don't know much about our current living conditions and feelings about life.
When everything is dull, I still have a feeling that will stay in my heart for a long time. Friends far away, you still live in my touch and never die. I just want to say that I'm glad to have a friend like you.
Friends who are always sinking, you make me feel the strength, and the pain in my heart is like passing clouds.
Will you be moved by this? Have you ever been touched? The fish said, "The river gave me a place to live, and I was very moved." The soldier said, "Just when the bullet hit me, my comrades took a bullet for me. I am very touched. " The orphan said, "I am very touched to finally meet the person who adopted me." "I said," she touched me like this.
She is ordinary, just an ordinary middle school teacher. When she took over our class, it was like a different person.
She used to laugh very much and often held some famous books in her hand. Now she is sad, and her masterpiece has become a lesson plan. I can't help thinking, what happened to her? Do you study hard day and night in our class? I can't help but be moved at the thought of this.
I remember that in the bottleneck period of an exam, when everyone had no hope for Chinese, she was like a fire, which made our hearts boil. She burned herself and worked overtime. What's the purpose? Money? Want us to have a decent performance? Is it worth her efforts? She takes good care of us and educates us. We are like newborn babies, growing up under her hard feeding, and our hearts are moved by it.
My grades in Chinese are not good, so I am often the object of her roll call. Whenever I fail in the exam and feel lost, she will always be the first to notice and tell me that it doesn't matter. Keep working hard. But these words, these words gave me great concern and encouragement. I was moved. I know that it is not only our students who are struggling in the examination room, but also the teachers. Simply put, at the right time, at the right place, with the right person. I have to thank her for generating such great motivation.
Teachers are streams, and we are paper boats. Under your hard work and earnest instruction, "moved" this ship from primary school to middle school, even forever.
It was an evening. I just got back from my aunt's house and was going home by car. This is the rush hour when people get off work. Traffic on the streets, car lights and roadside lights illuminate half the sky. ...
I leaned back in my chair and enjoyed reading a comic book. "ouch!" A sudden brake interrupted my reading mood. Everyone on the bus is complaining: yuck, what are you doing? Can this driver drive or not? "Is there anything wrong?" Hearing this, everyone looked out in succession. I also stood up and looked at it. I was deeply moved by that scene in an instant. An old blind woman was groping across the road with a stick, but it was just the time when the motor vehicle was driving and the old woman was walking forward. ...
Many vehicles in the driveway have started slowly. what can I do? At this moment, a little boy came running. He helped the walking grandmother, took off his little yellow hat and waved at the surrounding vehicles. In an instant, all the cars stopped to make way for them. Time seems to have stopped. All eyes were on the old woman and the little boy moving forward step by step, and the noisy world suddenly became quiet. No one said anything, just watching them move forward step by step until they disappeared into the sea of people ... For a long time, my heart was always restless, and scenes appeared again and again like movies: children ignored their own safety to help grandma, and the car at the intersection stopped and waited patiently for grandma to cross the road slowly. The little boy is brave and helpful. He touched me.
I found it moved me even more. Because this is a life choice!
In this way, I was moved by composition 9. In my mind, there are always endless fragments of life, and every moment is worth savoring, such as the collections displayed in museums for tourists, and the dazzling treasures in treasure boxes, which are higher than the sky-high price. These memories are real and ordinary, but they really touched me. One of them, I still can't forget.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and I'm lying on the bed in my bedroom, enjoying a sweet symphony. The scraping sound on the concrete floor seems out of place at this time. I was so tired that I went to the balcony to meet this unexpected guest. The first thing you see is the old man in an orange uniform. You can still see the traces of time on his blackened face through the rain. He waved his fingers with his left hand and pointed up with his right hand, regularly waving the broom to both sides of the road, followed by the nearest rain flower, and raindrops fell on her face. He still cleans both sides of the road over and over again, and the thunder can't move. Standing on the balcony, I feel cold and my feet are freezing. Finally, I couldn't help but thicken some clothes and continue to watch.
After a long time, the road was finally cleaned, and the dirt on the exposed face was wiped and polished by a loving father. The garbage piled together was dusted in by the cleaner. He came to the trash can with an ash bucket and fed the food into his mouth. Then at the last step, the trash can full of food seems to weigh 1000 kilograms. The cleaner tried his best to drag it to the bus. He gasped, but he didn't stop. He tried his best to hold the trash can and the garbage fell. The cleaner smiled, set up his tools and walked forward step by step at the corner of the road.
The sound of family members relaxing came from the room, but my heart was awake and I was deeply moved. Sometimes, many feelings are brought to us by ordinary people. These feelings are precious and need to be cared for and cherished by each of us.
In this way, I was moved by the composition 10. Gao and I have been on duty for a long time, cleaning the ladies' room. Gao Jiujiu comes here early every day and never misses.
One morning, I passed the ladies' room and saw that she was already on duty. I looked at my watch. Ah, it's only 7:05, so early! Looking at it again, she was already on duty with a mop. I looked at her with envy. After a while, I stood quietly at the door, staring at her busy figure. First, she washed the towel with water and polished the mirror spotless and shiny. Wipe the door again, wipe the door so that it can show people; Then, one by one, I cleaned the door carefully ... I can't help but admire her efforts! At the same time, I am also very touched: I want to learn from my classmate Gao Jiujiu, and learn her spirit of being not afraid of being dirty and tired, hardworking and simple.
When she tried to mop the floor, I finally couldn't help it. I grabbed the mop and dragged it out with all my strength and mind. She looked at me with surprised eyes, probably thinking that I have never been so serious at ordinary times. Why am I so serious today? After mopping the floor, we cleaned the wall tiles and put the mops together. After the duty work, on the way back to the classroom, we held hands and sang songs. I said to her, "You are the star on duty this week."
Since then, I have been more impressed and admired by her. Of course, my job will definitely go up a storey still higher! Therefore, as long as it is the week when I am on duty, the word "Yan" will definitely appear in the "Star on Duty" column of the weekly newspaper.
With feelings around you, you need a pair of eyes and a kind heart, and you will find feelings everywhere.
So moved by the composition 1 1 We forgot to feel happy and moved, leaving a lot of leisurely mood and losing too much pleasure in gazing at mysterious thoughts, which is really a loss of life.
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When I got on the boat, the hour hand on my watch was still hovering between five and six. I'm bored. I blow on the deck. Surrounded by a father and daughter, the daughter looks only five or six years old. There is no reason to think of the smell of spring when looking at the sea.
Suddenly a childish voice sounded in my ear: "Dad, look, the waves are dancing, and the waves are dancing with their partners." The little girl looks very excited. My heart was disturbed at that moment. Children don't speak clearly. We always like to say so, but we don't want to be unrecognizable when we grow up. We can't say childish things any more, it will only make people feel that the child has not grown up. We can't go back to that simple era, maybe we have been confused by this world. Suddenly found that lost so many beautiful things, suddenly understand that all the fate in the dark is sentimental.
I always remember Bing Xin's words: Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walk on both sides of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, decorate this long journey with flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain and tears, but they are not sad. Life is an emotional world, perhaps, we can decorate life with flowers in pain; Can be lost, a simple block in memory; You can also let your thoughts wander when you are moved.
Still quietly looking for it, when one day, I heard a group of children inexplicably discussing what color the sun is. I finally understand, and the feeling of moving is very complicated.
Perhaps, one day, write a postcard called Touching, and use it as a postmark. When it floats into the vast sea of people, there is no destination. ...
Then, then, listen to the sound of the sea and smell the breath of spring.
Postscript: We will remember to feel happy, remember to be moved, remember to pick up those leisurely moods, and remember to look for the pleasure of staring at mysterious thoughts, which will be a kind of happiness in life.
In this way, I was moved by your acquaintance in the composition 12, and I can say that I want to thank the grassland horse website. I saw your calligraphy there, and the basic skills are obvious. Later, I learned that you were running a calligraphy class. In my imagination, you must be at an age when you are not confused or don't know your destiny. Younger people will not wander in calligraphy, which is almost lonely and ascetic.
Finally, I had a close conversation, only to know that it was not what I thought. You are friendly and calm, true and natural. A person who pursues the art of calligraphy more embodies a calligrapher's moral cultivation, cultural background, experience, hobbies, aesthetic pursuit and so on. As a calligrapher said, "the really good calligraphy works all flow from the heart, which is the flow of the heart at that time." Just like good poetry, it is a complete flow of inspiration. "I don't know the charm of calligraphy art, but I know that people who pursue artistic life are worthy of respect.
Everyone has their own pursuits and hobbies. I think everyone has their own preferences. But sometimes it's just a moment of love, falling in love with one thing, almost crazy. When the temperature drops, you can throw it away. Some of them, as they say, are on a whim. But you stick to this love and pursue it until it becomes a part of your life. I was moved by this persistent spirit, moved by this persistent spirit.
Don't think that I was there to praise someone casually. No, moving should be the most precious emotion between people, and it should be natural and heartfelt.
Everyone is pursuing success, and so are you. Then you have to wait and suffer to succeed, and the process is the only way to the result. I hope you can endure the hardships of tempering and get the results you want.
In this way, we were moved by the summer vacation and felt extremely happy. One night, grandpa asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said, "I want to eat some nectarines." He quickly put on his clothes and tried to escape.
After a while, it was drizzling in the sky. The weather is also gloomy. At this time, the meal was ready and grandpa had not come home. We all complained, "Why don't you go home? Is there anything wrong? " I went out to watch the rain, but I saw that it was raining harder and harder, and I didn't mean to stop at all.
At this time, only heard a knock at the door. Is grandpa back? I hurried to open the door, only to see my grandfather come in shivering outside. He came to me with some fresh nectarines in his hand. I quickly asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"
I only heard him say, "Just now you said you wanted to eat nectarines, so Grandpa went out to buy them. But the nectarines in the street are not fresh, so I just pick them in one place. But on the way back, I didn't expect it to rain, such a heavy rain. " At this time, I found a wound on grandpa's arm.
I'll go there quickly, and you can get grandpa a dry towel to wipe the sweat on his face. I took another pot of hot water to let grandpa wash his face. I felt extremely heavy when I took those fresh nectarines from him. Grandpa looked at the wound on his arm and said, "Later, because of carelessness, I fell off those tired bricks." This little wound shouldn't be serious ... "
Before I finished, grandpa hurried to the kitchen and washed some nectarines for me. Put it in my hand and say, "They are all fresh and nutritious." I bite the delicious nectarine, and my heart is full of emotion and warmth.
I put the remaining nectarines on the plate and put them on the table to share with you. Grandpa looked at us and smiled knowingly. Although these nectarines are very common, very common and can be seen everywhere, I think their value is not small. This is grandpa's love for us!
A few nectarines, full of love. A few nectarines are full of warmth. A few nectarines represent the truest and most beautiful family ties in the world.
In this way, 14 people have lived here for decades. Emotion is an inevitable evil. Sensitive people may be sad or moved by a word, or they may feel warm by a small move. I have seen many works of art and stories of famous people, and perhaps there are more examples that infect me.
I was moved by a beautiful English girl, who was unfair to her since she was a child, and let her spend her life in a dark world without sound and color. When she was a child, she didn't know what a defect was and whether she was like other children. Gradually, she understood that this was a special gift from God. She changed from anxiety, fear and inferiority to strength, and slowly radiated her own light.
I have read many of her works, each of which tells her story. Her childhood seems to be as naughty as ordinary people, like pranks and disobedience, but it seems to be different from ordinary people, and there is something missing between them. She is so scared that she wants to give up and become an ordinary disabled person. But fate always teased her and refused to give up, leaving her struggling in the dark.
In this world, how many disabled people, and how many disabled people can be as strong as her, everyone is different, and everyone's existence is different. I admire her Helen Keller. Her strength touched me and the whole world. She has been abused and discriminated against by others, but she is still strong.
Nothing can defeat us, only if we don't face and meet the difficulties, we will fail. I believe Helen will stick to this journey.
Helen Keller's life touched me. She is unwilling to be mediocre, works hard, sticks to her ideals and is not afraid of difficulties. Her quality infected my thoughts and inspired my will. Everything about her is bought with strength, and she adds beautiful embellishment to her life.
Her strength touched me.
In this way, I was moved by the composition 15. Go to the gym to take a bath, go to the barber shop to do nursing, go to the supermarket to buy toner, take the school bus for the fourth time, go to Li Tao underground to do homework, order food and drink wine, finish eating and drinking for ten years, fall asleep after reading, wake up to watch America, an unforgettable crime, make my eyes blurred and lose my mind, pick up things and go back to my dormitory to start blogging.
I was really moved by Mao's generosity. The day I left the dormitory and threw away my mobile phone, she looked for me.
She is trying to find the warmth and happiness of the past.
Chatting, Liu opened the door and called Mao's name, pulled out of bed, saw my face and left without saying anything. Mao and I looked at each other and continued to chat. Mao explained: "Liu and I are rivals in love! She is here to inspect. " Lovely hair
Keep talking.
About five minutes before zero, Liu Ran came again and said in a hurry, "Hurry up, Jana, hurry back to your dormitory, hurry up!" It's urgent! "
I thought someone was looking for me. I thought I had a catastrophe. I thought who would hate looking for me at night so much. I think ...
Pushing open the dormitory door, I stood there and saw shining red candles and big roses.
The beauty is shocking!
Although I remember my birthday the day before yesterday, I inadvertently forgot it yesterday.
So touching.
In the cold winter, there is still the warmth of this moment-the warmth that supports me to live and live well.