At that moment, the sky fell apart, the family was ruined, and the sudden shock and cruelty seized the call of many innocent lives and created world history. It shook the hearts of 654.38+03 billion people in China, but immediately condensed the love and faith of 654.38+03 billion people in China. There is great love in catastrophe. In the face of this disaster, true feelings are constantly emerging and deeply touched by the heart again and again. A weak mother, a young mother, set up a "shelter" for her children with her weak body before the disaster. When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. She knelt on her knees, the whole upper body crawled forward, and her hands were a bit like the ancients, but her body was deformed and looked a bit weird. The captain found a three-or four-month-old child in her abdomen. She was still sleeping peacefully when she was rescued. His mother, the great mother, wrote on her mobile phone: "Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember that I love you." This is the last sentence she said to her children, a sentence that spans time and life, and a sentence that children will never forget. Motherly love is selfless and pure, and teacher love is noble and noble. "I fly to heaven, but my wings give you the ability to fly on earth ..." He, Tan Qianqiu, explained the teacher's love for students with his own life. Before the earthquake, he was still giving vivid lectures to the students, who were immersed in the beautiful sentences. But all of a sudden, the knocking shook violently, the roof loosened and a large piece of cement fell. The students suddenly panicked. He immediately realized that it was an earthquake and loudly told the students to evacuate. Instead of going out, he let the students go out. The classroom is about to collapse, and there are four students under the desk. Without thinking, Tan Qianqiu rushed to cover the desk tightly with his arm. Teacher Tan Qianqiu blocked the chest of death with her arm. A large piece of cement collapsed. When people pulled him out of the ruins, his arms were still open, lying on the desk, his arms were scarred, the back of his head was dented by the floor, and he gave his life, while four students were unscathed under his protection. Everyone who saw this scene burst into tears, and this angelic gesture has become a monument in people's hearts. A leaf of apricot altar, a hundred years of love. A teacher of a thousand years will last forever. Great love always emerges from disasters. Disaster will not break the integrity of a nation, but we are tenacious and stand up in the disaster, which explains the unparalleled sublimity of a nation. Moved, deeply moved in our hearts. But now, 65.438+300 million China people have been shocked by their souls for a long time.

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 for this, which is enough for us to remember the touch in our life!

Be moved by happiness

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this happiness.

It snowed heavily that winter. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain joy. When the Spring Festival comes, the continuous firecrackers are full of warm atmosphere. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange light, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in the painting on this winter night.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and let my little flowers thrive happily. I can't remember how many times I fell. My parents cheered me up with encouraging eyes and kind smiles and made me stand up again. I can't forget how many nights I reviewed my lessons under the lamp, and my parents sat under the lamp and silently accompanied me late at night-I can't remember how many little things were full of my parents' love, and I can't forget how many parents cared like sunshine.

Suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously wet in the dancing of snowflakes. Looking at this quiet night scene, I suddenly felt very moved and felt that I should do something for it. The next day, I wanted to surprise my parents.

I got up quietly at first light the next day. It snowed like goose feather all night, making the earth bright, even the sunshine outside the window was so dazzling. I quickly pushed open the door, pushed open the door, and I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house with a playful look, a big red hat on her head, waving a "big hand" and smiling sweetly. With a snort, I couldn't help laughing. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll. So it's mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly. My nose is suddenly sour, and tears can't help flowing down. I want to give my parents a-

I didn't expect them-I was speechless in the face of my parents' smiles. In that snow, I dragged my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-

I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you? When I walk towards you, I want to reap a spring breeze, but how can I thank you for giving me the whole spring? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a handful of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. "Yes, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad? You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I got nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and moving me. I understand your hardships, I understand your hope, and I will try my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved!

Fatherly love is a lifetime treasure. Father's love is the mountain and fire that protects life. Father's love is fire, lighting the lamp of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the way to lead your life.

I don't know why my father's straight back is bent, why his handsome face is haggard, why his thick black hair is gray, and who my father worked hard for most of his life … until the third grade.

On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind. The wind kept blowing his skirts-that's his father! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair, which was not touched by the bright moon, without gorgeous decoration, but white hair, one by one. My father's white hair was blown down by the strong wind again and again, but he stood indomitable. I know who this must be for ... is it my father's white hair or my father's heart constantly crushed and stood up? The bus was near the station, and I got off quickly. Obviously, my father saw me. He stopped blocking the coat in the wind with his fingers and ran quickly to me. His coat completely succumbed to the strong wind, but he didn't care about the naked red sweater jumping towards me in this inexplicable darkness.

At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears.

My father gently took my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was obviously a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but he was too busy to avoid it. "My hands are too cold." Regardless of my father's dodge, I caught those cold big hands back, knowing that I was grasping the wealth of my life.

With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor.