One thing touched my heart. When I was playing with some classmates that day, Chong Wang came to me and said, "I know the nickname." Everyone hurriedly asked, "What is it?" He proudly said, "Ma Tuan." At this time, the students burst into laughter, and I was no exception. Some students came to him and nicknamed him "Ma Tuan". At this moment, Zhou Weijian blushed like a big apple. When I saw Zhou Weijian's face, I remembered something, which also embarrassed me. It was in the fifth grade, and my classmates gave me a nickname. My name was Ji Xiaoyang, so my nickname was "Raising chickens". At that time, of course, I felt uncomfortable and my face turned red because of shyness. Now I see that the situation in Zhou Weijian is the same as my mood at that time. So I yelled at them, "Don't insult others too much. How would you feel if you gave each of you a nickname? " Laughing classmates froze. They stopped laughing, expressed their apologies with their eyes, and made up with Zhou Weijian. This incident touched my heart. Yes, we should not base our happiness on other people's sufferings, but should establish real friendship and live in harmony with friends. As long as you help others with a kind heart, others will respect you. Students should be brothers and sisters, and can't hurt each other.
Article 2: A newspaper touched my heart.
Peng Ying 120.
What touched my heart was not a major event, but a trivial newspaper.
There is a newsstand downstairs in my house. At the end of the day, few people buy books there, but there are many people, because almost all of them go to a booth next to the newsstand to buy them. Isn't the newspaper on the stall better? So I need to find out the answer.
The owner of the newsstand looks sad. I gave him the money and he threw it to me with the top share. There is nothing wrong with proper transactions and proper practices. Why didn't anyone come? I went straight to the stall where the stall owner was a middle-aged woman. Short hair, wrinkles on his face as obvious as waves, short stature, sitting on a small stool. Although she wears thick glasses, she can't hide her bright smile. She smiled at everyone, including me, so I gave her a smile back. I took out the money and handed it to her. She took it in her hand, put it in her pocket, pulled out a brand-new newspaper from the middle and handed it to me with both hands. In the process, she just kept smiling and finally said "thank you" to me.
At first, I thought she only talked occasionally, but slowly I found that she did this to everyone.
This is her characteristic: she will always smile at you, bring you the latest books and say "thank you".
Different attitudes, different results, different lives, her "thank you" and smile touched the weakest point in my heart.
Chapter 3: Little flying insects, which touched my heart.
An unremarkable little flying bug stopped at my desk.
I don't know whether it is out of contempt for it or something else. I didn't kill it directly, but stretched out my pen to tease it. I suddenly had an evil idea: there are so many gods. At this moment, I am the god who controls its fate.
Inadvertently, my pen touched its tiny wings. As soon as I lifted the pen, the bug was stuck and hung in the air, making an almost inaudible "buzzing" sound.
When I put it on the table, its wings were beyond recognition. Its body tilted to one side because of pain or other reasons, and finally stood up trembling, leaving only one wing shaking slightly and three feet shaking constantly. It won't scream, it won't make noise, and even if it cries at the top of its lungs, human beings won't hear it. For us, its existence is insignificant.
I took out my pen again. The flying bug obviously smelled this dangerous signal and tried to escape from this hellish place. The trembling body is shaking worse, but the instinct of survival forces it to never stop, even though it may have understood that God does not care for it.
Suddenly I felt that the tenderest place in my heart was touched gently. Although it was only such a subtle touch, my heart was strongly shocked. This little flying insect, struggling on the verge of death, made me understand that all living things are great and noble, even if they are as fine as dust, they are an indispensable part of the music of life, and those who tremble but never give up are the most elegant notes in this music.
When I came to my senses and tried to make up for my mistake, the little flying insect that I hurt had disappeared, just quietly disappeared, leaving with its pain and my endless confession.
The little flying bug that touched my heart, go all the way!
Article 4: Touched my heart.
Touched my heart
The faint friendship touched my heart. If the night stops singing, leaving only a faint silhouette, will my melancholy be quiet with the silence of the night?
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It's been several years since our story ended. I'm in a daze. I've been walking alone for a long time, and I can't see clearly and I can't remember the scenery. Until that day, I accidentally turned out our group photo, and my thoughts drifted into my heart bit by bit. ...
It was a hot summer and we did our homework together. I don't know how long it took. You suddenly said, "Why don't you go and read a book together? This is very close to the book stock. " Just upset, I quickly agreed, maybe it was uncomfortable, maybe I didn't know the way. I said to him, "I asked my sister to go with me." You go first and I'll come later. " And you didn't say no. Probably for the same reason. Unexpectedly, this is my fundamental will to break up with you. I went home and called my sister out. Unexpectedly, she met an acquaintance on the way. She is always "righteous" and ignores me. "Forget it, I'm used to being hungry anyway," I thought to myself. Walking, it suddenly occurred to me that I would not leave the library. I was in such a hurry that no one answered her phone. "This is terrible." I ran home and waited. I don't know how long it took, but she came to my house angrily and said, "How could you do this? I have been waiting for you all morning. " . I want to explain to her. However, she has rushed out of the door, and my nose feels sour. I want to go and explain to him. However, I am a boy after all, and our family is not in the same place. After a long time, at that time, the boundaries between Chu and Han were so clear. In a rare heavy rain, I sat at the window and watched the rain. Suddenly, a figure appeared and got closer and closer. "Bay, it's really you." I tried to go down and open the door, but she handed me a notebook and said, "Here, I'm moving." She left, watching her disappear. My voice seems to be blocked by something. I just want to open my notebook and there is a photo of us in it. ...
Time flies like water, and when I look back, things are different.
I still remember you saying that I have the courage and enthusiasm like fire, and you have the composure and calmness like water. You also said that we were made in heaven, but you forgot that water and fire are incompatible.
Once, we laughed like flowers; Once, we were full of ambitions; Once, our fingers were locked, and we said we would never part. However, all the promises have deteriorated with time and are forgotten by us. It was not until one day I was lonely that I found it rotten in my heart. What makes us strangers? What makes the wall you guard against build higher and higher? What brings you to this bustling city? Is it because you grew up?
The lost time reflects the fragments of the past. Looking at the enlightenment on the horizon, a new day will come again. Broken dreams pale my mature face, listening to yesterday's departure, but welcoming tomorrow's troubles.
Bei, if I let the memory stop spreading, leaving only a faint residual temperature, will my thoughts stop with the end of the memory?
Bei, I just want to say: I'm sorry, I don't know if we are in the same examination room and writing the same composition. I just think: you touched my heart.
Article 5: This book touched my heart.
Meteors cut through the night sky, which will touch the hearts of literati; The waterfall will touch the poet's heart; Birds sing slowly, which will touch the hearts of gifted scholars ... and books deeply touch my heart.
In fact, if you ask me what I like, I will tell you seriously and firmly: books. I learned a lot from books. Among them, my favorite is poetry.
I wander in the ocean of poetry, which brings me the songs of the waves; I walked in the park of poetry, which gave me intoxicating fragrance; I often smell ink and read it with relish.
After reading Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night", I feel that the spring rain seems to know the change of seasons. In spring, it comes naturally. I seem to see the spring rain fluttering quietly in the wind at night; Moisten everything gently and silently. The wild path was overcast and dark, and only the boat on the river was still lit with a solitary lamp. I saw the spring flowers all over the place in the morning, and the heavy flowers spread all over the beautiful Golden Crown City.
After reading Ye Shaoweng's "Not Worth Visiting the Garden", I seem to see a sunny spring with flowers and birds singing. Approaching my old friend's small garden, I saw that the spring breath of the whole garden could not be closed, and the vibrant breath made people feel very refreshing. The moment the poet turned to go home, he suddenly found a gorgeous red apricot sticking out of the wall, tender, green and red, feeling the colorful spring in the garden.
I like sitting alone in front of the door watching the sunset and watching the sun climb down the mountain bit by bit. It suddenly occurred to me that Li Shangyin's "There is a shadow in my heart, and I have been driving between Leyou Tombs. To see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. " Feeling the passage of time bit by bit, I want to reach out and catch it, but before I reach out, it has quietly passed. Ah! It is the sunset that makes me know how to cherish time and deeply touches my heart.
"Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately rush. Lying on the beach drunk, you don't laugh. How many people fought in ancient times? " Let me see the heroic spirit of the soldiers on the frontier who died for their country. "The woods are dark, nothing happens, but the general shoots arrows at night. The next morning, he found his white arrow deeply stuck in the hard rock. " More let me see the brave Li Guang, a famous Han Dynasty star, who shot an arrow into a stone.
In recent years, I have read more and more poems. I am more and more interested in ancient poetry. I like poetry, which brings me into a fairy tale world; I respect poetry, which brings me the glorious history of China for 5,000 years. I appreciate poetry, which makes our hearts more beautiful.
Poetry, my partner, will accompany me all my life. Some people often combine poetry with books. Otherwise, how can there be a poem "I am covered in poetry"? I like poetry and books!
Instructor; Zou Yan
Chapter Six: Touched Heart
Sandy Reid touched the hearts of literati; The magnificent "Shenzhou" touches the hearts of Chinese people. Affection touched the wanderer's heart as soon as possible; The green grass touched my heart.
When the gentle spring girl came to the earth, flowers bloomed, willows sprouted, like the notes of spring, swallows flew back. At this time, you will be attracted by the beautiful scenery. Will you find weak grass? Grass, weak body fluttering in the wind, green body, not noble, as long as there is mud can survive. It doesn't argue with white flowers or willows, but silently helps flowers and plants become beautiful. The grass stood by silently, letting others think it was the credit of spring, but the grass didn't say a word. Grass is not only that, but also has tenacious vitality. If you put it on fire, it will grow back in a few months. No wonder the ancients wrote that "wildfire will not completely devour them, and spring breeze will blow" to praise the grass.
I love grass. The wildfire never consumed them. They are tall and indomitable again in the spring breeze. I love grass, and safflower needs the help of green leaves, unknown.
In spring, everything comes back to life. Moistened by the spring rain, when the grass curiously sticks out from the cracks between the frozen soil shell and the stone, swaying with the wind, stretching the bones and muscles, harmonizing the colors of nature and bringing people the breath of spring, people who go on an outing seem to ignore the existence of the grass and rush past them to enjoy the delicate flowers.
In midsummer, the sun is like fire. Grass thrives in the sun. When they dressed the earth in dark green clothes and acted as an "air filter" to make the air fresh and moist, hot people ran across the grass and, regardless of their moans, enjoyed the cool in the shade, throwing scraps of paper everywhere and soiling their bodies.
In autumn, the sky is crisp. When the grass is full, I finally feel tired. Because of the cold climate, its face is turning yellow and gradually covered with fallen leaves, and it continues its life as much as possible. People collect yellow grass and fallen leaves together and pile them in the crop fields. Grass acts as fertilizer, doing one's last contribution for mankind.
In winter, the wind is biting. When the grass temporarily retreats to the ground, the regeneration ability of the root system is preserved to prepare for the development of the next year. Snow girl came to accompany them. They spent a long winter covered with a thick layer of snow. Although people have temporarily forgotten the grass, they have given birth to new life. During this time, for the grass, all it needs is waiting, waiting. ...
With a spring thunder, the grass returned to the world in ecstasy.
At this time, I can't help thinking of a song-"There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am an unknown grass." Never lonely, never worried, you see my friends are all over the world ... "Grass, you are so plain, with no regrets, neither seeking praise nor being afraid of contempt. Just like you, you should be unknown, aim high, only seek dedication, not demand, and be useful to society and people.
Article 7: The red flag touched my heart.
The red flag touched my heart, the red flag touched my heart, it was drizzling all over the world, and the red flag was still flying slowly. I suddenly looked up and saw the red flag. She is red and beautiful. I seem to see the Red Army soldiers rushing forward on the battlefield under heavy artillery fire. Even if they know that there are enemy machine guns ahead, even if they are injured and shed blood, they are not afraid or frown. Always know who you are fighting for and who you are fighting for. When he was young, he also took part in the battle to drive the invaders out of China and avenged their dead relatives. The cruelty of the war made him lose his wonderful childhood, and the cruelty of the war took away his favorite relatives. She is too weak. But so powerful. She is so young, but so resourceful. He used his wisdom to protect himself and defeated the enemy. He is our role model, and he is the little fighting hero-Yu Lai. Although he is a woman, he has iron perseverance and a pure heart of patriotism and love for the people. He is great, great and can give his life without asking for anything in return. She is strong, even if her body is bitten by thousands of insects, she will not shed a tear or frown. She died to save the important information of her motherland. She was tortured to death by the enemy, but she did not give in to the enemy. He is the hero of China-Liu Hulan. Many heroes, go down in history, many blood, red flags, many heroic deeds, remember the national flag. The red flag represents the past, don't forget the past era full of blood and shame; The red flag stands for war, and it always warns us that the beauty now is bought by the hero of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression with blood; The red flag, which only represents a small eye, always looks at us and asks us to cherish the beautiful time in front of us, study hard and become the pillar of the country. They all said, "The red flag is dyed red with the blood of revolutionary martyrs." I said she was bought with her life by a million revolutionary heroes in Qian Qian. The red flag touched my heart. Author: Yan Xiaohua School Class: Class 8 (2) of Dahonggou Middle School in Tianzhu County
Chapter 8: Leaves touched my heart.
I took the exam again and failed. I dragged my feet down the street and felt very depressed. Why did I fail all these exams?
I've been thinking about this problem for several days.
Since I entered junior high school, my exam results have not been very good. When I was in primary school, I was like an actor on the stage, and everyone paid attention to me. Now I'm like.
Especially the audience, it is very unpleasant to watch the actors dance on the stage.
Walking on the road, I saw the fallen leaves of the French phoenix tree on the roadside. I walked over and a plane leaf floated on my shoulder. I picked it up.
Looked at it carefully:
The khaki leaves are a little green and a little red. The petiole is thick and dry, and there are many veins on it, which shows that it is full.
Vicissitudes, there are several holes bitten by insects, which are crushed by hand, and it makes a rhythmic "rustling" sound, such as a wonderful ditty!
It has withered, isn't it like the good old days are gone forever? For example, my grades fell into the abyss?
Don't! No, the leaves have fallen off, and they will grow back when the spring breeze blows next year. Just like that grade, as long as you study hard, you will.
If you get better, your grades will certainly go up and the good old days will come back.
I think this leaf is lost in thought.
In autumn, the plane leaves all fall. In winter, the phoenix tree turns white, and one or two fragmentary leaves are gone. The bare trunk stood upright.
Right there. The next year, spring came and the spring breeze blew. Except for a few buds, like a baby, the steamed stuffed bun was dripping with water.
Like a shy little girl, hiding half a face to show me the way. Summer came, it was windy and rainy in Xia Feng, and the leaves grew again.
I understand that the cycle of life is infinite, and life is like waves, with ups and downs. Repression does not mean disappearance, but better sublimation.
Cheng.
I understand again that grades are like waves, with climax and stability. Don't be painful when you are gentle, and don't be proud when you are at orgasm!
The fallen leaves touched my heart!