One evening, it should be less than evening, and the sunset began to sink, stagger and stumble. Before the yellow afterglow dispersed, the dark night curtain covered the sunset.
It should have been a big stone in the light, but it became darker than night because of some children's pranks. It was after dinner that my mother and I set foot on this stone step and carefully speculated the position of the next level from top to bottom.
"It's so dark that I can't see anything," my mother stopped the previous topic. "Be careful."
"I see."
A few more steps, but time has passed for a long time.
Mother suddenly stopped. In the dark, I felt my mother grab me, first by the arm, then by the wrist. It seems that it took a long time to find my hand. It seemed very cold that day. When I touched my mother's palm, my first feeling was warmth. And my mother's first feeling should be cold. Mother took my hand with both hands and held it tightly. She wants all the cold in my hands to melt between her warm fingers. My hands are warm, and my whole body is no longer cold.
This is just an episode. Mother stopped as if she had something to say.
When my hand was about the same temperature as hers, she let go of one hand and left the other to hold me. "Come, let me take you away. It's too dark. I am wearing high heels, and I will take you away faster. " So that's what mom wants to say.
At that moment, I froze. My brain seems to have stopped working, and my hands and feet are completely unresponsive, but I remember many things when I was a child.
It is also on this steep and long stone step. Ten years ago, I stood on tiptoe, jumped up and grabbed my mother's hand and said, "The steps are too high. I'm afraid of falling. I will pull you away. "
When I came to my senses, I clenched my mother's hand and walked on. At this time, I touched my mother's hand again: I can't say it's rough, just a little stiff. Although you can't see the back of your hand, you can feel the accumulation of wrinkles.
When I was a child, these hands once patted my ass. That's because I wet the bed in the middle of the night, and then the same hand carried me to her bed and lay in my cold and wet nest until dawn.
Suddenly a cold wind blew, and my mother and I both shook. When I woke up again, my eyes filled with tears. Ahead, Guangming Street is not far from us. The light from street lamps shines directly on every corner of the street. Its beauty is no less than the sunset, and more importantly, its light will not fade, even in the dark sky.
I took my mother's hand and walked quickly through the remaining stone steps to the intersection in front of the street. I said:
"Mom, do you remember, a long time ago, this is how I dragged you here."
It's late at night and people are quiet. This is a winter night, and every household has entered a sweet dream land, but there is only a small window that emits faint candlelight. That's my mother, a great, loving and good mother. She gave me all her love. My little heart is full of my touch.
That day, I was suffering from a high fever of 40 degrees. My mother is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. She said to me in a hurry, "Fifteen buckets of water-seven ups and downs": "I will definitely take you to the hospital so that you won't feel so bad!" There is an indescribable taste in my heart. My mother immediately put me on her back, put on a cloak, put on a thick cotton-padded jacket and a thick hat for me. And walked out the door. After a long walk, my mother couldn't hold on. When my feet are empty, my body leans. I saw that I was about to fall. I quickly closed my eyes, but things were not what I imagined. I didn't fall on the ice, but in a warm embrace. Ah! My mother, I am in my mother's arms. Did you fall? "Really ... did you fall?" Mother said to me feebly. I quickly replied, "I didn't, did you?" "I ..." My mother didn't say anything, just carried me on her back. My mother didn't look badly hurt, but she was shaking when she left, kissing my face with her dry lips as she walked. I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer, and tears came out of my eyes. I always felt that I was caught in ice water and my heart was cold. I came to medicine in the blink of an eye, and the doctor told me about my illness ... how can I say it? It's not easy to cure, but he will try his best. mother
My mother was very worried, took me to take injections to materialize, and did not hesitate to take out the money she had saved for many years to buy me medicine.
After seeing the doctor, my fever has gone down a lot. At this time, the minute hand walked a whole circle, and my mother carried me home. I am sleepy, lying in bed in a daze. In order not to disturb me, my mother told me to fall asleep quickly and didn't turn on the light. Instead, she lit a thin white candle, and the faint light from the candle reflected my mother's hand. My mother sat next to me and smiled slightly.
Ah! Your smile is so kind, how much you have paid for me! Filamentous wrinkles have climbed up the corner of your eye. Mom, how much I love you! I'm so touched!
This feeling has been deeply hidden in my heart. Even though it has been a long time, I still can't forget it for a long time!
The spring rain touched the river, so the water gurgled. The flowers were moved by the scorching sun, so they poured out their fragrance. The maple leaves were moved by the autumn wind, so they all dyed the mountains. Mom, your love touched me, but I can't return it.
You always sew love into dense stitches, dissolve love into warm tea in winter, and turn love into a reminder of parting. But I turned a blind eye, let alone what moved me.
In order to study, I left my hometown and began to live in accommodation. The days of military training are very hard, so I am used to listening to the program "Music Live Room" on the radio after a day of training. It's not just a matter of playing a few songs casually, there will be topics to discuss in each issue. So while relaxing yourself, you can also learn a lot. Today's theme is "Mother's Love", and I thought to myself: Nothing more than sending the children to the hospital at night, covering themselves with quilts at night, and fanning in summer. The word is "vulgar". But because I'm a fan of Mark, I still listen to songs and wishes from my friends praising maternal love. It seems that something in my heart is beginning to melt and I want to cry. To be exact, when I found it, the pillow towel was already wet. This numb, cold heart was instantly melted by a warm current. Suddenly found that our heart, which will be moved by a fallen leaf and a smile, has never left a place for our mother and never shed a tear for her. More shamelessly, I think all this is so taken for granted. I couldn't hold back my inner excitement and sent a short message with my mobile phone: Mom, I love you!
After the weekend holiday, when I got home, my father was busy asking me if I had sent a message to my mother. I said, "Yes, why?" Dad said that my mother cried all night after reading the message ... At that moment, I was really moved. When I have dinner, I look at my mother. I found that my mother is really much older. I don't know when, black hair mixed with silver silk, wrinkles climbed up her face. I found that I haven't looked at my mother like this for a long time. For me, for home, she is busy with heaven and earth and family, living a life of these two points and one line. But I always use adolescent rebellion as an excuse to hurt this person who loves me the most again and again. ...
Everyone has a moving heart, but it is always too easy to be forgotten by us.
Mother has paid too much for us, but asked too little. I just hope that we are obedient, sensible and love learning, that's all. I have no reason to say that I can't do these things. Since you are moved by your mother, you should show it by action.
Mom, I love you forever!
This is the call of the soul, this is the dedication of love, this is the spring breeze of the world, this is the source of life ... As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become more beautiful! Classics are always popular, because this familiar melody sings people's hearts, because "love" is an older and unchanging topic, because we have always been grateful in Xincun, because the world is full of love, because love brings hope.
AIDS, a terrible disease that still challenges human beings, has made many people flinch. However, on New Year's Eve in 20xx, the world focused on it again. Dear Premier Wen braved the snow and cold to come to aids village, Henan Province, to spend New Year's Eve with AIDS patients, so that people devastated by the disease felt the spring breeze of the world and ignited green hope in their dry hearts.
If Premier Wen's trip to aids village touched everyone in China, then the thrilling scene on the Jinwen Railway deeply shocked everyone in China. Li Xuesheng, a migrant worker in Henan, jumped at the critical moment when two children were about to be hit by a train, and used his precious life to drive away death from the children. Li Xuesheng, a good son of a farmer, an ordinary migrant worker and an ordinary Henan youth, used his short and young life to write a beautiful poem that wowed the world.
The true feelings in the world are everywhere. A remote mountain village in Shennongjia, Hubei Province, has become full of vitality because of the arrival of a person. Bai Yali, a college student, resolutely stopped studying, gave up his comfortable life and acted with love, which made people here feel the power of scientific knowledge. Because of her love and dedication, people here replaced ignorance with science, became rich and drove away poverty.
What is the power of these people's selfless dedication to love and even life that makes us full of respect? What is their love for? Maybe some people can't understand it, but just imagine what the world would be like without people like them in life. "Give someone a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hand." I believe in this maxim, caring for others is also happy for myself. The world is full of sunshine because of love, and people are happy because of love. People who give love will also remember it in their hearts. I think, as a teenager who grew up under the care of love, I want to learn from Premier Wen's grandfather, uncle Li Xuesheng and sister. I will start from an early age, care for others everywhere, copy love and true feelings infinitely, let people shine with the sunshine of love and let the flowers of love bloom in every corner of the world!
Childhood is the most perfect and profound part in everyone's memory. During the holiday, I read the book "The Grass House" by Cao Wenxuan, a native of Yancheng. Perhaps it is because I am a fellow countryman and the childhood life of the protagonist in the book, so I have an inexplicable intimacy when reading it. It seems that you can see the vast Yau Ma Tei, quiet wheat fields, vast reeds and mysterious wormwood while watching. ...
The book "Grass House" tells the unforgettable campus life of Sang Sang, a boy from Yau Ma Tei Primary School, for six years. Every story seems ordinary, but it also makes people cry and shock people. There are a small bald land river, a quiet paper moon, a naughty and lovely mulberry, a strong Du Xiaokang, a stubborn grandmother Qin, and a beautiful and kind white finch in the book. There are innocent friendships between boys and girls, the sadness and elegance of unfortunate teenagers fighting against bad luck, the personality brilliance of old people shining at the last moment of their lives, and the complex and poetic emotional entanglements between adults ... all of these clearly and dimly show the world of young mulberry at this moment and are deeply engraved in my mind.
In this book, my favorite characters are Sang Sang and Touhe. Sang Sang is lively, tolerant and has personality. He built a house for pigeons, used mosquito nets at home as fishing nets, worked as messengers for Sister Baique and Teacher Jiang Yilun, and used his father's testimonial as a self-book. As a result, he was beaten. Bald crane, formerly known as Luhe, is a completely bald little man, which has attracted many people's ridicule, but he defended his dignity in a unique way. I admire them very much, and their kindness, innocence and strength touched me.
The most memorable figure in the book is Du Xiaokang. He is the child of the richest family in Yau Ma Tei Primary School. As a monitor, he set an example and was fearless. He and Sang Sang are good friends and competitors. After that, their family went bankrupt, so they had to drop out of school and set up a stall in front of their house, but Du Xiaokang didn't feel humble and bravely made himself, which really made me admire. Everyone's life will not be smooth sailing. We should learn to be strong, learn to smile and calmly deal with difficulties.
I want to have such a hut in my heart, where there is no gorgeous appearance, but there are natural scenery, simple human feelings and moving hearts. You can take a nap in it when you are tired, and then continue to treat life sincerely and seriously!
This semester, I read a book called The Education of Love, which is very instructive.
Education of Love is a diary-style children's novel, which tells 90 touching stories about fourth-grade pupils. Every story shows everyone's deep and sincere love for the motherland and people, parents and brothers, teachers and classmates in the education of love.
There are several stories in The Education of Love that moved me the most. One of the stories is this: a child accidentally fell on the road. Seeing that a carriage was about to hit him, at this extremely urgent moment, Roberti next to the child saw this scene and immediately dragged the child aside. In order to save the child, Carol Betty's foot was crushed to pieces by the wheel. When I finished reading this story, I felt warm all over, because Roberti's brave and noble quality touched me. Roberto, he's only a sophomore! But I should be in the fifth grade, but I'm not as good as him, which makes me feel ashamed. At the same time, we should also learn from Belloti's brave spirit, because his spirit is great and precious.
Another story moved me very much: in a poor family, Julia's father not only worked, but also copied labels for others at night to earn money to support his family, and didn't rest until twelve o'clock every night. Julia knew that Dad was tired and wanted to help him copy, but Dad refused for fear of delaying his study, so Julia decided to secretly copy while Dad was sleeping. As a result, Julia's study also declined. Father was disappointed in him at first, and finally ignored him. Once, Julia was accidentally discovered by her father when she secretly copied the label. Father felt very guilty when he learned the truth, so he kept kissing him and begging Julia to forgive himself. Julia's behavior deeply touched me. Although Julia was misunderstood and scolded by her father several times, she copied the label for her father. This shows what a strong child Julia is! I am bent on helping my father reduce the burden on his family. I want to learn from Julia's qualities and be a good boy who respects and understands his elders. I want to tell this story to others, so that more people can know about Julia and learn from her quality.
The Education of Love is indeed a very instructive book. It made me understand the most beautiful soul in the world-love. I believe. Anyone who has read this book will feel guilty for the bad things he has done. So, let's read Education of Love together, learn the noble qualities of the characters in the book, and be a good citizen with noble qualities.
In our life, many touching things will happen, and they will gather in everyone's heart like a trickle, which will always move people.
This winter vacation, my sister and I went to the library to read books. The library is far from my home, so it takes a long time to go by bus. The platform was crowded with people waiting for the bus. My sister and I have been waiting for a long time, and our legs are sore. The bus came, and we managed to get on it.
The carriage was crowded with people, and my sister and I finally found a place to stay. It was the rush hour and it was impossible to find a seat. Along the way, the roads were so congested that drivers had to brake frequently to avoid other vehicles. In this crowded and swaying carriage, I grabbed the handrail hard, but my body kept swinging. The suffocating air and the sound of the driver stepping on the brakes from time to time make me feel dizzy, sick and breathless. I think I must have looked pale. An uncle sitting in the chair opposite me found my situation and asked with concern, "Are you all right, little friend?" Come and sit with me! "I said shyly," thank you, I'm fine, no need! """Hurry up, I'll get off soon!" At some point, my uncle patted the eldest brother next to him and motioned for him to get up. They offered their seats to my sister and me. We said gratefully, "Thank you! Thank you! " They smiled at us and said kindly, "You're welcome!"
I feel much better now that I have a seat. I looked at the two kind people gratefully. The uncle is about 40 years old, wearing a pair of glasses and wearing a simple dress. The young man is about 20 years old, wearing sportswear and looking very energetic. Obviously, they are a father and son. Their father and son were dangling in the back of the car, but they didn't complain at all. I thought to myself: fortunately, they will get off the bus soon, and they won't feel bad for long. One stop, two stops, three stops ... have passed many stops. My sister and I are almost there, and we haven't got off yet. I suddenly realized that I quickly stood up and said to them, "Uncle, we are getting off. Thank you, come and sit down! " We got off the bus with the crowd, and at the moment we turned around, I was moved again. They gave their seats to an old woman who had just got on the bus with her grandson in her arms. I seem to hear them say again, "Sit here, we will get off soon ..."
Although this is a small matter, I am very moved. There are still many people like this father and son around us. They gave their love to the society. They care about others, help others, and let love fill the whole society! There is a saying that sings really well-as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world.
A piece of ginkgo leaf slipped quietly when I turned over the 600-word composition touched by the topic.
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.
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!
600-word composition touched topic 9 Hard parents always do things for us, and one thing moved me.
When I got up one morning, I felt dizzy and a little nauseous. I didn't tell my parents. However, I became more and more uncomfortable, and suddenly fell on the bed, feeling very hot. Touch my forehead again, it seems to be burning, very hot. I told my father who was in front of the TV. Dad was so distressed that he immediately told me to lie down and sleep for a while. However, after a long sleep, my head is still dizzy. Father brought a wet towel and covered my head. I was really touched at that moment. My father did everything he could to make me feel better. I remember my father was ill yesterday. My mother and I are very worried, but my father says I have strong resistance and am not afraid. I am very touched and grateful to my father for doing things for us. I am not afraid of being tired or hard.
At this moment, I suddenly got up. I want to throw up. My father saw it and quickly helped me to the bathroom and patted me on the back. "Wow!" Everything in my stomach was spit out, and my father was not afraid of getting dirty. He washed me and poured me water. I was almost in tears at that time. My father is so excellent. My father usually scolds me and criticizes me. I have always hated him, but after this incident, I know that my father loves me dearly.
After gargling, I walked feebly and fell asleep in bed. Dad saw that I was really uncomfortable, so he helped me, got on the motorcycle and went to the hospital. My dad hung up the number and put a thermometer in my mouth. After a while, dad took it out. At 39.5℃, my father kissed me affectionately. The doctor called my name and my father and I walked to the clinic. The doctor said, "This is a hot cold. First give an injection to reduce the fever, then take a blood test, and then take the medicine. " I am most afraid of injections, but my father encouraged me to say, "Xiaoxiao is never afraid of injections." When you get to the injection place, the doctor cleans the injection place first, and then transfusions. I was very scared to see the doctor do this. Father said, "Don't be afraid, there is a father!" " "The needle went in, and I tried my best not to shed tears, but it still flowed. After the injection, my father took me off the stage and helped me walk. As he walked, he said to me, "Don't be afraid, we will have a blood test later. "
I think dad is really great, encouraging me and comforting me. Finally, when it was time for a blood test, my father held my hand, and the doctor plunged the needle into the meat and the blood flowed out. But I no longer feel pain. After the blood test, it's time to fill the medicine. My father asked me to stay in my seat for fear that I would be uncomfortable. I thought: Dad cares so much about me that I used to talk back. I really shouldn't!
Through this incident, I understand the selfless care of my parents at ordinary times. They criticize me for my own good, and they want me to be a useful person. I must take good care of them when they are old. At this moment, I want to say to my parents: "Mom and Dad, thank you!" " "
At that time, I vaguely heard a child crying next door and a sick old man coughing. I think it's Uncle Wang who is sick and unattended next door and one of his conscientious grandchildren who came to see him! But listen carefully, the child is called Uncle Wang "Grandpa". I don't know what happened, so I was full of doubts and simply went to the next window to "eavesdrop".
I went to the window and heard their conversation. I only heard the child say, "Grandpa, is there no one else in your family?"
Grandpa said, "Yes, but they are all gone. They haven't visited me for years, and my wife died a few years ago, leaving me alone. "
The child's eyes were red and he cried and said, "Grandpa, let me be your grandson!" " ! I will come to see you every day and accompany you every day. Woo-hoo ... "Grandpa cried after listening to the child's words:" You are really a good boy, cough, cough, cough ... ""Grandpa, are you all right! " The child said anxiously to grandpa. I saw the grandfather waving his hand and saying, "Nothing, nothing, just so touched, ahem." "I don't know what the child's face looks like now (because he always turns his back on me, so I can't see his positive face), but I'm definitely not very cheerful, just a sad face.
It was almost a century before the child reluctantly left his grandfather and went home. When he left, he said to his grandfather, "goodbye, grandpa, I'll see you again tomorrow!" " "Then he ran out crying. Unconsciously, the child found me. When I saw it, ah, it was him-Goose. It turns out that geese take care of grandpa here every day. What a surprise!
As the days passed, Grandpa Lai's health gradually failed (because I watched Grandpa under the window every day). One day, I saw my grandfather vomiting blood, and the goose was crying and shouting, leaving tears on his childish face. Although this grandfather is not the grandfather of the goose, he regards him as his grandfather. At that time, I was also moved by him and shed a tear unconsciously.
Seeing such a touching story, I realized how great and glorious it is to help people in need. I don't need any reward or reward. I just want everyone to be happy. It's worthwhile to exchange your hard work for everyone's smile.