That scene moved me. 1 There are many touching things in my life. They are like countless meteors in the sky. But as time goes by, some meteors pass by my eyes, but only one shines in the same place forever!
Alas, my mother asked me to buy things again! I complain in my heart. Walking, I saw a beggar on the roadside. I looked at it carefully. It turned out that the beggar's wife died in childbirth, leaving him only one son. With his begging, I stared at his son, who was a baby for several months with deciduous teeth in his mouth. He was held in his arms by a beggar and looked ill. People around put money into the beggar's bowl. I relented and gave it to the beggar without reservation. The beggar thanked me. Just as I was about to leave, an old woman in rags and white hair came to the beggar. On her weather-beaten face, only rough skin and angular bones are left. Obviously, this old woman is also a beggar. I saw only two steamed buns in the old woman's bowl, which were poured into the beggar's bowl. This scene really moved me!
But the old woman smiled and said, "Eat! Don't be hungry, son! " Then I left silently, leaving me with only a thin back. At this time, the beggar said nothing, but his eyes were red and he choked, trying not to let tears flow out of his eyes. I was also shocked by this move of the old woman. I never thought there was such a feeling in the world, and my heart was full of sighs: the old woman was alone, but she gave her only two steamed buns to beggars who had no relatives and no reason. This shows how noble the quality of this old woman is and how kind her heart is! It can be seen that there are still many good people in the world!
This incident made me understand what "there is true love in the world", and every time I think about it, it makes me feel warm. That scene really moved me!
That scene moved me. Life is like a TV set, with scenes playing all the time. And what moved me most was that time.
It was noon and it was very hot. I just came home from school. When I walked to the traffic lights at the intersection. The two bicycles crossed because they were too fast. Two cars collided. I saw that woman scratch her skin. The man's hand was bruised and purple. At this time, some people gathered around to watch. The two men helped the car up. I think it's time for them to quarrel. I've seen similar situations before. A few minutes later, something unexpected happened: the man walked up to the woman and said, "I'm sorry, you weren't hurt there, were you?" "I just scraped a little skin. It's okay. It's also my fault that I rode too carelessly. By the way, are you all right? " The lady said. "Nothing, your hand doesn't need to be bandaged." The man said, "no, I'll ride slowly in the future." I'm leaving. " Say that finish, the man went away.
When the lady was about to leave, he saw a wallet on the ground. She quickly picked up her wallet and saw a photo posted on it. As soon as she saw it, she ran after it by bike. Before long, she saw the man who collided with her just now. Then I understood: originally, she found the man's wallet. She hurried past. Give this wallet to that man. The man felt in his pocket and found nothing in it. He understood everything and said to the woman, "Thank you very much. There is a credit card engraved with my salary for many years! " ! How can I thank you enough? ""you're welcome. I should help you. " With that, the lady disappeared into the crowd.
This is my most touching scene!
That scene moved me to the scenes in my life, some happy, some sad, some angry, and the scenes in my heart moved me and made me unforgettable.
That morning, it was cloudy, and the sky seemed to be buckled by the lid of the pot. Before going out, my father said kindly, "Gege, it's getting cold. Put on more clothes. It looks like rain. Take an umbrella! " "I said," it's okay, it's not cold, and I didn't bring an umbrella. "After that, I went to school.
School was over at noon, and suddenly it was dark and it rained cats and dogs. How lonely I am when I look at the distant figures of my classmates. I can't help complaining: Can't it rain in Mao Mao before it rains in this weather?
"Hoo-"A gust of wind blew and I was shivering with cold. I regret it: alas! Why didn't you listen to your father in the morning? If I know this, why should I know it? I really ... I should take an umbrella and put on more clothes!
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the distance, and I rubbed my eyes. It's dad! It's dad! Dad walked quickly towards me, his figure looming in the crowd. I tried to find him. After a while, my father finally appeared clearly in my sight. Dad's face can't tell which rain it is, it's sweat, and his hair is soaked.
My father walked slowly towards me, getting closer and closer. Through my clothes, I seem to see my father's impatience. At this time, the voice of the whole world is gone, very quiet, as if the whole world is just me and my father. I don't know when, my tears have filled my eyes. Looking at dad's wet clothes, I couldn't help it anymore, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Dad came up to me, took out a coat from the plastic bag and asked me to put it on. I put it on obediently with mixed feelings. In order not to let me get wet, my father got caught in the rain, and the clothes my father brought me were not wet at all. I said, "Dad, I will never contradict you again. I will do whatever you say in the future. "
After that day, I will always remember what I said. Since then, I have never been as headstrong as before. I will never let my father get a little hurt because of me, never!
Time passed, but the scene in the rain touched me and I will never forget it.
That scene moved me. I heard the deafening thunder, and many people ran in the direction of home, and I was no exception. Unfortunately, the weather was not good, and it rained heavily before I got home. I thought: fortunately, I took an umbrella when I went out today.
I quickly opened my umbrella so as not to get soaked. Suddenly, a little girl in a red skirt appeared in front of my eyes. Maybe the road is too slippery. She fell to the ground and her umbrella fell to one side. I tried to walk over and help her up, but there were too many people to squeeze out.
The little girl began to cry on the ground. Later, I saw a woman walk up to her and say, "You took my sleeve and stood up." Only then did I realize that the woman's long sleeves were empty.
The little girl obediently grabbed her sleeve and was about to stand up when someone accidentally bumped into the woman. Finally, both of them fell to the ground like kites with broken lines. My heart welled up at once. Fortunately, the woman quickly stood up and propped up the little girl with her chest. The little girl also grabbed the woman's sleeve and tried to stand up. I don't know why, when I saw this scene, my nose was sour and something seemed to fall from my eyes.
Finally, with the help of that woman, the little girl finally stood up. After the little girl stood up, she quickly picked up the umbrella that fell to the side, then ran to the woman's side and looked up and said sweetly, "Sister, thank you." The woman smiled and shook her head. The little girl cocked her head, thought for a moment and said, "Sister, I have an umbrella. Can I use it to shelter you from the wind and rain? " The woman hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
Finally, they walked back together and disappeared into the crowd.
Slowly, the rain stopped and the sun came out. Many people are cheering: "The rain has stopped!" I also got my umbrella back, thinking: God is probably moved, too.
For many years, I still remember that scene, the scene that moved me. At the same time, I also understand that since disabled people can help others. So, what should we able-bodied people do?
That scene moved me. The breath of spring is full of depression, and the flowers are green. What a wonderful moment it is and a good time to fly a kite. How can you miss it if you love to play? On Saturday morning, my mother and I went to fly kites on the hillside. We went to a place with a large area and few wires. I have a ball of thread in my left hand and a kite in my right. Rush down the slope. The kite flew and I ran faster and faster. My mother always says happily that she runs faster and faster. What's the use of just refueling? I ran to my mother with a kite and said, I'm tired of running. Come and play for a while. My mother took a kite.
Turn the coil with your left hand. The hand kept turning, and the kite flew into the sky like a bird. Until I couldn't see it lying on the ground, I asked my mother to take it back with great speed. I pulled the string, my mother pulled the string, and the trace of the kite appeared again. In order to get the kite back quickly, I tried my best to pull and pull. The wind seems a little strong. I need some strength to pull the kite by hand. The weather is unpredictable, and when a gust of wind blows, I pull the wire hard with my hand. As a result, the wooden sign in the middle of the landscape seems to be broken. When I took the kite back to see it, it really broke, and I was very sad. Mom said nothing. There are still things to play at home. You don't have to play with this. Go home first. what can I say? I have to go home.
At dinner in the evening, my father saw that I had something to do and asked what was going on. Mom said her kite was broken, and dad said it was important not to just play all day, but to concentrate on learning. I was sad and angry when I heard these words, and fell asleep before I finished eating.
I was still thinking about it when I woke up in the morning, but I was still unhappy. But I was surprised to see that the kite was repaired at the dinner table. I saw my father cleaning up the sawdust, and I knew it was my father. But my father has a post-it note in his hand. I know it was cut by my father to repair the kite. I took the kite and said thank you, dad. Dad said wash your hands and eat quickly. This is how happy I am, because it has left a permanent mark on my father's hand, and it is also a small thing that I am most moved by.
That scene moved me. Gardenia blooms all over the world. The fragrant flowers touched my inner world.
I was moved by the bright and lofty sky, floating white clouds, quiet and blooming wild flowers and pure beauty.
The footsteps of the final exam have arrived, and the students are immersed in hard study. The tense atmosphere is suffocating, and the breeze makes the windows creak.
"Oh," a disgusting voice broke the silence. My deskmate looked haggard, holding my stomach uncomfortably, and my mouth kept spitting vomit. The sour taste suddenly spread to the whole classroom ... the students just cast a concerned glance at him, but they were at a loss, and the exam was about to begin. I'm at a loss and worried.
"Review well!" There was a powerful voice in the air, and I saw the Chinese teacher swaggering in with his hands behind his back. His big eyes were rolling in the dark, and his eyes were full of severity that shocked the audience.
Maybe he smelled the disgusting vomit on the ground. He hurried forward and asked me about my deskmate in a low voice. His face was covered with anxiety, and he patted her on the back. His eyes are full of love, and he has lost his usual seriousness. He took care of it carefully like his father, hurriedly took a plastic bag and tied it carefully on the table, touching the head of his deskmate: "Do you want to throw up? Just spit inside. " Turn around and pick up the mop to clean up the vomit on the floor. ...
Looking at the hurried figure of the Chinese teacher, my eyes can't help burning. I think we will graduate in the summer soon, and we will never feel the meticulous care of our teachers and never see this familiar face again. My heart is sour.
The teacher didn't leave until the exam, and his eyes were full of worries. Teach us, take care of us and care for us like a father. Yes, you are the lucky thing we want to keep most. How lucky I am to meet you!
Clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable. Looking up at the gift of nature brought by the blue sky, our hearts will be touched. Flowers bloom and fall, accepting others' thanks will move your eyes; Carve thrilling scenes and touching emotions with words. ...
That scene moved me. There are many people and things in my heart, but what moved me was that scene. Every time I think about it, my heart hurts.
It's a hot morning. I went to the Drum Tower by bus. When I got on the bus, I grabbed a good seat with my vigorous body and agile skills. I sat down calmly and picked up a brand-new MP5 to listen to music. Gradually, I was immersed in beautiful singing. I don't know when, a white-haired grandmother came over. She caught my attention because she was dressed in white. She moved slowly and walked over on crutches. Did she see it?
However, I feel uneasy at the thought of the bright red scarf on my chest. Just as my heart was tangled, the old man got up and gave his seat to the old woman and leaned on my seat. My face suddenly burned like two freshly baked sesame cakes. But I pretended as if nothing had happened and continued listening to my music. Just as I was savoring the charm of the song, suddenly, the car braked suddenly and my foot accidentally stepped on the old man's foot. I quickly said "sorry" to the old man, but the old man looked around as if nothing had happened.
I'm not in the mood to listen to music, and my mind is thinking, "I'm a young pioneer, and I want to give up my seat." Just as I was about to get up, the old man waddled to the door and got off. I found that his right leg was fitted with a prosthesis. Unexpectedly, the old man is disabled, and the disabled gave their seats to others. What noble character it contains! Looking at his distant back, I gradually became very tall in my heart.
When I got off the bus, I couldn't calm down for a long time. My grandfather's righteous act is really shocking. I always blame myself for being so selfish, but what's the use at this moment? I wish I could turn back the clock.
That scene moved me. Eight days later, the junior high school composition was still so blue and the water was still so clear. But after the earthquake, Sichuan was no longer as noisy and prosperous as before, and everything was taken away by the earthquake. What remains is only that touching scene, and only that hand that will always hold people's hearts, and only that touching scene.
The Sichuan earthquake has brought great losses to our country, but at the same time, many tear-jerking stories are touching.
Scenes kept pouring out before our eyes. The last sentence left by the mother to the child moved us to tears. It is not uncommon for teachers to give their lives to save students, but what moves me most is those hands that hold me tightly.
When the earthquake happened, a teacher was having a class with his students. After the teacher noticed the earthquake, he immediately put down his textbook and led his classmates out of the classroom. He picked up one child after another and sent them to the open playground.
When he rushed into the classroom to save the last two students, the house was on the verge of collapse.
He would never allow anyone, any child, to be left in the classroom, holding two students tightly and running to the open space, but it was too late. He was pinned down by a huge block of wood and couldn't breathe. Finally, he left.
The two children in his hand kept shouting "teacher, teacher". But the teacher will never answer them.
When the rescuers found them, they tried desperately to snatch the child from the teacher, but they couldn't let go of that powerful finger. Finally, people had to endure the pain. Out of respect for the teacher, they cut off his arm and rescued two students.
I will never forget that scene.
In order to save students, teachers hold them tightly and protect them, even if they die, they will never give up.
The teacher's professionalism deserves our praise. We will always admire his hands, covered with white dust but not lax.
Let us remember him-teacher, let us remember this scene-holding your hand!
That scene moved me. Many things dissipate like smoke. But only that incident touched me deeply.
The story goes back to last week. I just finished learning the piano. On the way back to my grandmother's house, I saw a disheveled, disheveled and crazy person-a fool.
Suddenly, two men ran out from me, and an aunt took the child's delicate hand and hurried over as if something was wrong. The child touched moths flat belly, embarrassed expression appeared on her face. The fool came out slowly, took out a bag full of peanuts and put it in the child's hand. Aunt suddenly changed her face, her eyes were round and she flew into a rage. She roared, "Are you full?" Fool! "The fool just smiled and said," Hmm! " Aunt said, "What are you doing? Have you ever seen us walk? "Fools say things that others don't understand. In fact, I can see that the fool wants to say, "I think this child is hungry. I happen to have a bag of peanuts in my hand, so I will give it to her." "
But Xiao Yan didn't understand the fool's words. She just patted the dust on the girl's hand, took a breath and forced the peanut bag to fall to the ground quickly. I left without looking back, only the little girl looked at the fool with clear eyes like a lake.
I saw it clearly and remembered it clearly. The old woman (fool) knelt on the ground and picked up the discarded peanuts one by one. Tears flowed out of Zou Baba's old face like pearls. I think the old woman may be penniless and can only buy a bag of peanuts, but she doesn't want the little girl to be hungry.
In life, many people look down on fools. In fact, fools also have the heart to help others, but we just can't see it. Her spirit of "preferring herself to suffer rather than others" is worth learning.