The 800-word composition 1 moved me. I spit out the word gently. Open your mouth, put your tongue round your upper jaw, and then vaguely fall on your teeth. The sound came from the depths of the throat, like a wind chime blown by the wind, crisp and warm.
Well done! It seems to have been lurking there for a long time, just waiting for me to pick it out inadvertently. When the word caught my eye obliquely, I saw it was raining outside the window, very, very heavy rain.
The sky seems to have been depressed for a long time, and finally in this impermanent June, it poured out and smashed down desperately. Maybe it's a throbbing heart. Maybe tears are not stingy. Perhaps it is the entanglement of parting. So we were all wet without preparation, but we were all caught off guard. But the rain is still raining, and it won't stop because of anything. It seems to be showing some kind of feelings, which is hidden.
Time swept through my body like a flood, and I was almost a senior three. Perhaps it is the involvement of memories that reminds me of my life in grade three. Senior three always wanted to write something, but every time I mentioned pen, I was incoherent and wrote many broken and empty sentences. Maybe there is still a touch in my heart. I saw the trivial past in the exquisite title page. My junior high school is not brilliant, it can be said that it is a complete failure, but everything I do is willful. Because friends are my courage to live, they give me the ability to get by, so that I won't look so weak in front of this world. Just like now, I still stubbornly do a lot of things, facing the mud pond in front of me to' remember'. I still stubbornly jumped down and couldn't extricate myself, sometimes sad, sometimes sighing, sometimes ecstatic! Perhaps, memories don't hurt. But if you struggle in your memory for too long, you will be beaten black and blue. So, I chose to escape, just like this rainstorm, so rebellious!
In this fleeting time, there are actually many things worth remembering, but they are unconsciously covered up. Like photos. Photos are nostalgic and can always capture the beauty of those moments in the past. Sometimes, we are happy to see it. Sometimes, I feel depressed and thoughtful ... I took care of our bright smiles and precious tears after graduation, which took several shots to succeed. In that rainy summer, in that sunny afternoon, the noise of youth was mixed with the blooming of flowers, smiling wantonly.
At this point, the article seems to be a bit off topic. But these are all small touches of my junior high school life, but at this time they have become shining shadows in reality. At that time, I was speechless ... maybe reality will take away memories. But at least, there are still these things worth cherishing. Standing at the crossroads of life, looking back. On the third day, I set out with emotion. Senior three, maybe I will start with an ideal. In fact, everyone needs a seed of youth to be sown in their hearts and germinate at their own temperature, regardless of the result or not, at least they have tried.
At the beginning of the new year, the long-awaited award-winning party that moved China people arrived as scheduled. People who moved China are patriotic, strong, brave, kind, filial and helpful. They persist in shining the light of human nature, illuminating our spiritual world, and their touching power that makes people cry shakes people's hearts. Seeing the faces of people who moved China the most and hearing the truest and most beautiful stories, we were deeply moved. Touching is a kind of power, which touches our hearts and worships virtue and kindness; Touching is a call, calling our youth to walk with it.
Young and moved peers must be brave enough to take responsibility. Responsibility is a burden. If you carry it, you will have a full life. Responsibility is a beacon, with which the journey of life will not be lost. With the responsibility to the country and the nation, scientist Zhu Guangya made selfless dedication in the nuclear field, indifferent to fame and fortune, making the country and the nation more self-respecting, confident and self-reliant, showing the clank and arrogance of the Chinese nation; Meng Peijie, who takes filial piety as her duty and abides by it, gives her adoptive mother the courage to live. The old man Wu, who takes treating diseases and saving lives as his own responsibility and sticks to his oath, is filled with endless enthusiasm. For example, the tireless old horse treats patients sincerely, and they have to carry them across the river one by one ... They interpret their responsibilities with actions, which makes people have the desire and passion to struggle, perseverance and perseverance. We should strengthen our sense of responsibility, bravely shoulder heavy burdens, sharpen our strong arms, and let our lives move forward along the right course.
Youth and moving together, we must love and fear life. Life is the most precious thing for people, and life is the premise for us to enjoy a better life and realize the value of life. It is the love and awe of life that makes Liu Wei, who lost her arms, play the strong voice of life with her soul. The changing melody is the track of his life dream. It is the love and awe of life. When danger threatens life, the most beautiful mother, Wu Juping, holds up life with weak arms and the virtue of being young and frivolous. Reporter Zhang Pingyi bravely runs and challenges for the life and dignity of children in leprosy village, which is the love and awe of life. Each of us should love our own lives, but also fear others' lives, so that we can cherish and be kind with our youth.
Youth and touching peers, we should learn to be selfless. The value of life needs selfless dedication. Dedication is a sincere effort and a noble spiritual realm. For the strength of the nation, Zhu Guangya and other scientists with two bombs and one satellite have made the most magnificent strength in the blood of New China with their life's hard work, and their eternal light in the sky will inspire us forever; In order to live up to the people's expectations, Yang Shanzhou, a good secretary, stuck to his faith and made selfless dedication until the last day, leaving a shade and a spirit for future generations; In order to let more children go to school, white old people scrimp and save money silently to help out-of-school children return to school ... all these let us know that a person's greatest wealth lies in his persistence in love and faith. Let's convey warmth with the love and strength they left us, and cheer for our youth with our expectations!
In real life, there are too many things that move me. But I won't be moved by a dress, I won't be moved by living in a luxurious house ... only the bits and pieces of true feelings in the world can move me.
I remember it was a time in physical education class, and the PE teacher ordered us to run laps on the playground. But just after two laps, a girl with weak physique in our class sat in the middle, feeling a little weak in her legs and unable to stand up. A careful girl in our class found her sitting on the playground, as if she had found something, so she hurried over. Asked her with concern: "What's wrong with you, are you all right? Let me help you find a teacher! " She gently took the girl's hand and held her waist with the other hand, trying to help her walk to the teacher. Unexpectedly, just after a small step, the girl couldn't hold on, her legs went weak and she sat down. Several other girls also found out, some ran over and some reported to the teacher. One of the stronger girls wanted to take her to see the teacher, but she refused.
The teacher heard about it and ran over at once. Then several students were ordered to go to the clinic for a health teacher, and a male student was ordered to go into the classroom to get a chair. After a while, the chair was brought, and the health teacher said, "Nothing, she just has heatstroke and can't do much exercise. Go and buy her a bottle of water. " In addition, gently massage her! "Hearing these words, students and teachers all showed relaxed look on their faces. Several boys in the class heard about it and offered to take her to the clinic for fear that she would be too hot in the sun. But she was strong and asked to go by herself. The students encouraged her while holding her carefully.
After attending the self-study class, all her good friends accompanied her, but she was afraid of delaying their study. Later, she said to this: "You have been my good friend since primary school. I don't want to delay your study. Go back!" " Later, he said to the man, "You are my new good friend, and I don't know you very well. Why delay your study for me! " "But they all refused, saying with one voice," Good friends have no time limit. How can we study with peace of mind? " Hearing these words, her eyes couldn't help wetting. At this time, the teachers came in and asked her, "What's the matter? Feeling better? " She replied, "much better." The teachers said, "That's good. You scared us. In addition, please ask them to help you get up and walk, don't always sit. " They nodded their heads.
My eyes are moist, which is the true feelings of the world, the friendship between classmates and the relationship between teachers and students. This ordinary little thing made me understand the book of life and truly realized the true feelings of the world. It is this touching time and time again that makes me realize the true meaning of life.
The 800-word writing composition was written by people, and the history was written by people. Every move of mankind is writing its own history. -Ji Hongchang has dreamed of learning to read for thousands of years, and she has an indissoluble bond with books. Comic books when I was a child, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and all kinds of cute little animals, all fascinated me. When I grow up, I find that the sea of books is vast, just like the real sea. Standing on the shore, I will praise and appreciate her. From a distance, the sea is clear and blue, and the clouds are steaming, but once you jump into it, you immediately become a grain of rice, floating in the turbulent chaos, and you can't find it.
How many nights when the wind is clear and the moon is bright or the thunder and lightning are mixed, is the outside world quiet or noisy? I am alone in the room, but I am not lonely, because I sit with books and enjoy their infinite fun. And I know the souls of the characters in the book. I respect the author's talent and demeanor, and his keen and profound brushwork strongly resonates with my emotions. It awakened my consciousness and feelings.
Some books are unforgettable, and books are my spiritual pillar. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like without books in this world.
Keep the sunshine and haze of one's life.
I once read a story in a magazine about a teacher in a mountainous area who was carrying a group of students to school in the early morning. After school, he carried them back one by one and sent them to the other side of the stream. That's it: the rushing sound of the stream and the laughter of the students played a beautiful symphony of life, like a euphemistic lark chirping in this poor ravine, … calling day after day.
Facing her, my heart will tremble with magnificence. In fact, there is such a magnificent spirit in my heart. Sometimes on the road, I occasionally meet a white-haired and bony old man with a broken begging bowl in his hand, shivering and his eyes full of expectation. At this moment, I can't be indifferent
Yes, in this world full of troubles and difficulties, I think a person cannot live without a few things he loves and loves, otherwise, his existence will lose its beauty and support. In my heart, I think, I want to keep the sunshine and haze of my life.
The mood of mountains and forests
Friends, don't forget to take a walk in the mountains! In the afternoon, there will always be a light rain in the mountains. After the rain, the mountain forest, like an affectionate girl, whispers a dreamy and poetic story to you.
"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." The red leaves that can be seen all over the mountain are delicate and charming because of the rain; The sky is full of rain clouds, blurred by the breeze of the mountain wind; Fallen leaves roll over the stream quickly, and the whole mountain forest is filled with moist earthy breath, which will erase the dust left on you and refresh your nature.
Walk by moonlight! Mountain forest in the moonlight, starry sky shining on the mountain forest. Do you like watching the starry sky on such a night? Do you like chatting with stars? ……
In short, in your noisy life, they will always have a poetic realm.
Here, I really want to shout to nature: "Nature, I love you!" " "
For our generation, it is natural for parents to give themselves that selfless love. We have never felt how great and magical our parents' love is! I even often complain about my parents' rambling about myself. It turns out that I am such an ignorant child, but since then, I have felt my mother's selfless love for me.
It was a crisp autumn Saturday, and grandpa was coming to my house to play. At the dinner table, all kinds of delicious food are served. I sat next to my grandfather, ate my mother's cooking with relish, and praised my mother's superb cooking from time to time. In a short time, my mother gave me a drumstick as usual, gave another to my grandfather, and ate a chicken head herself. I wolfed it down without thinking. But when I finished eating the chicken leg, I looked up and found that the chicken leg was still intact in my grandfather's bowl. I asked curiously, "Grandpa, why don't you eat chicken legs?" Eat good things while they are hot, or they will get cold if you don't eat them. "
Grandpa smiled and picked up the chicken leg, put it in his mother's bowl, and then smiled and said, "Grandpa is old and his teeth are almost gone." How can you bite this chicken leg? " Give it to your mother! "Hearing this, I picked up a piece of chicken with a grain of salt, gently took a bite, immediately stuffed it into my mouth, then pursed my lips and entered my mouth again. The situation is completely different from what my grandfather said. In order to let grandpa eat chicken legs, I said, "Grandpa, don't lie to me. The chicken stewed by my mother is perfect. How can it be hard to bite? "Moreover, my mother likes to eat the head of a chicken, and the head of a chicken supplements the brain!" Say, I want to give the chicken leg in my mother's bowl to grandpa. Grandpa grabbed my hand and said, "Silly boy, who doesn't like meat?" There is little meat in the head of a chicken, and there is no fish head to nourish the brain. How can your mother love? "
At that moment, I was surprised. I was thinking: why did my mother lie to me that the head of a chicken supplements the brain? I'm like looking for a needle in a haystack, and I'm puzzled. Suddenly, a fragment flashed through my mind, and in a flash, I suddenly realized. This is actually a white lie from mom! What made her make such a decision? What makes her have no regrets? It is maternal love, it is a great maternal love! People often say that fatherly love is subtle, deep and warm, but I think maternal love is the same! Looking back on the past, my mother often nagged at those words that we disliked, as if it had formed a moving song in an instant, like a silent warm current surrounding me and nourishing me. Why have I never understood my mother's heart? Why didn't I feel her heart crying when I lost my temper with her? why ...
Looking back, I seem to feel a little bitter in my heart. I secretly decided in my mind that in order to make my mother happy, I should learn to share and relieve her troubles and make her feel relaxed. At this time, it was cloudy outside the window, and the cold rain hit the window, but in my heart, it was like a little warm sunshine shining on my heart.
For touching topics, there is no trace of time. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there are always sections of memories that leave deep traces in our lives and cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick it up, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts. This is very touching.
In fact, in the long river of life, there are feelings all the time. Parents' worried eyes and haggard back are the touch of life; A friend's letter, a blessing message, warm and touching; When you are thirsty, your colleagues will help you get back a glass of water, which is touching; Tired, your daughter beats your back, touching; In the sunset, it is also touching to watch a white-haired couple help each other to the end of the road. ...
Touching is everywhere. On the streets of Manhattan, new york, a little girl stood under a tree and refused to leave. It turned out that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural substitute.
But in a hurry, most people are tempered by life and begin to become rough, and gradually become indifferent, unwilling to stop and listen to the voice of the soul, and even more unwilling to recall the comfort that touch brings to the soul. For a while, I seemed to forget the feeling of being moved. Busy with work all day, immersed in learning, not sitting in front of the computer typing, or sorting out information. My friend reminded me: Ye Ye, leave the computer, have a rest and do some exercise! Simple words make my tired heart warm and my indifferent heart melt; When things go wrong in my life, I feel irritable and depressed, and even can't help crying. At this time, my friend told me: tears don't mean vulnerability, just relieve inner unhappiness, cry! At that moment, I was moved, moved by my friend's simple language. Then I began to change myself and try to care about others, maybe just a look, maybe just a word, but others got happiness from me, got warmth from me and gave me a moving smile in return. At that moment, I suddenly understood that happiness and care can infect each other.
What is touching? Maybe 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.
Perhaps, moving is the cool breeze in summer, the warm sun in winter, the freshness in spring, and a cup of fragrant hot tea ... With moving, our hearts begin to become bright, spacious and pure.
Touching is not simple tears, not superficial sadness, but an inner feeling, which is a spiritual resonance between people. When you touch others, you will also touch yourself. So my friend, when you feel lonely inside, please take some time to relive that unforgettable touch! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful and moving flowers. And guide you to the front.
In that touching place, the sun shines warmly on this blooming cherry blossom, and a cherry blossom blooms brilliantly in the warmth. He knew that he was not the most beautiful, but he still held his head high, straightened his shoulders and accepted the baptism of light. He smiled and sang in this sea of cherry blossoms.
I've seen big-name stars shed touching tears on the stage of "responding with one voice and one response", which was given by their fans who supported them. I once shed tears because of this touching rendering. I never thought that something similar would happen to me.
On that day, we were together to recommend "Talented Man" for who got up and sang loudly. The students pushed this "luck" to me, and the last student threw it to me. I think I am a person who is often taken care of by fate. Fate has given me a warm but not rich family; When I was born, fate gave me two festivals as birthday wishes, and now it is so quickly taken care of by fate.
I didn't delay, but stood up. "Zhao Ran, I like you! I am a fan of yours. " My good friend smiled and gestured to me and said encouragingly. Perhaps it is such a simple sentence, a few gestures, my heart is a little touched, without the usual tension, without shyness, only confidence and moving. But my voice is a little hoarse today, and the song I chose is a little rusty. The teacher saw that I only made a sound and immediately handed me water like an enthusiastic fan. My classmates and I were amused by this move. I bowed my head shyly and quickly waved my hand and saidno. I suggested another song and the teacher agreed. I don't know which kind-hearted classmate said to me, "Zhao Ran, I support you!" " "I am more confident. I poured all my feelings and performed a familiar song "We Are All the Same", and entered the rhythmic melody world. I don't understand music. My only capital is emotion. The world is quiet, and I can only hear my own voice. I try my best to sing every note and beautiful lyrics. After a long time, I forgot my troubles and my ignorance of music. But I still remember the encouragement and support of those two classmates. After the song, I was still immersed in my own singing. The students burst into warm applause in the classroom, mixed with many people's voices, "Zhao Ran, I am your fan and I support you. "I'm touched. This is the first time in my life that I'm definitely touched.
After the song ended, my popularity was greatly improved. Some students often ask me to sing a song for her, saying that he will be my fan in the future. Always from the heart, or a joke, I am always moved by it. More determined, I want to face the sun. I am no longer a confident person. Looking up at the sun, I suddenly found confidence, warmth and joy coming at me, and I accepted them one by one.
I smiled and watched the cherry blossoms in full bloom. It seems that the goal has been firmly established. Even if the final destination is still "falling into the dust", it has struggled because of this moved place and has no regrets. ...
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will make every effort. -inscription
Once a quiet town, once beautiful mountains and rivers, once simple people, once a quiet life. They were all hit hard in the earth-shattering vibration. At the moment of the earthquake, we didn't despair; Under the dark ruins, we strengthened our confidence, and we were moved by the "5. 12" disaster. Under the ruins, you and I are moved, and in the ruins, we will never leave. As long as there is a glimmer of life, we will do our best, and as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will never give up life!
First, love for a thousand years
There is a kind of love that lasts forever, and there is a kind of love that lasts forever. He is an ordinary and great teacher. His name is Qian Qiu. When the earthquake came, he protected four fresh lives with selfless shoulders. His love for saving people could not be shaken violently, and a strong impact could not break the sincerity of his lover. When his life was dying, he held the young lives of four students with a solid arm bay, and the ruthless bricks pressed on him, but he still insisted. The cold roof suddenly collapsed, but he still maintained his only posture. His spirit transcends the world, his spirit touches the world, and his love warms you and me. Although these four lives were saved, Mr. Tan left with other students and went straight to the sky. Let's sincerely wish Mr. Tan a pleasant journey. The surviving children will not forget his friendship, nor will we forget his feat. We will always be together, live and die together. Always remember: there is a love called great love, and there is a love that will last forever!
Second, the national anthem sounded.
"Get up, people who are not slaves, and build our flesh and blood into the Great Wall in our hearts ..." This song floated under the ruins. It is children who write the strength in their hearts with songs and express their desire for life with the strength of unity. When the children were trapped in the dark, helpless and desperate, a weak voice came out. Yes! This is the national anthem! Children regain hope, strengthen their confidence again, sing this song, cheer for themselves, encourage their peers and gather hope. In an instant, this small campus is full of emotion and tenacity. It is because of hearing this song that rescuers saved one life after another, these precious lives! Because of the national anthem, the songs under the ruins floated into our hearts and touched our nerves. ...
Earth! You are shaking, shaking, but you can't shake our confidence, but you can't shake our love, but you can't shake our sincerity. No matter how big the disaster is, it will pass, but the emotions in the ruins will always be hidden in my heart: the grateful young pioneers ceremony on the stretcher, the children who survived in the gap between their mothers' bodies, and the miracle of persisting in life for more than 100 hours. Has been touching us. Dear teachers, lovely children, great mothers and dear villagers. Remember: we will be together forever!