Speech on Touching 1 Dear teachers and students,
Hello everyone!
I have heard such a touching thing. In another serious earthquake, a little girl was crushed under the rubble. She hasn't eaten for days, and she is weak. A few days later, someone found her. The little girl is about four or five years old. She was crushed under concrete beams and thick stones. She can't move it by manpower, so she can only wait for rescue machinery and other things. Someone said: "Aftershocks in the afternoon caused the road to collapse, and the mechanical equipment will have to wait until tomorrow at the earliest.
Others worry that the child won't last long. She is still so young and trapped for so long, and the situation is very dangerous. Suddenly, a man said, "Let me do it! She is my daughter, let me do it! " Everyone consciously gave way to her, and she slowly knelt down and struggled into the gap. "Son, I am a mother!" "Son, mom is here, don't be afraid!" She said softly, "Come on, give me your hand."
A dirty hand came out of the gap and she held it tightly. "Son, don't cry, mom is here, mom is by your side. Mom believes that you are the strongest and can persist until the end. Mom will come to save you soon. "
Sure enough, the little girl stopped crying and whispered, "Mom, don't leave me, I won't cry … Mom, can you sing me a song?" "Ok, Mom will sing for you." She sang and cried. ...
After a long time, it was getting dark and it began to rain lightly. She still knelt there, singing one song after another, because she knew that once her daughter fell asleep, she would never wake up.
Finally, the next day, the disaster relief machinery came and the little girl was successfully rescued. She fainted from overwork. Everyone was moved by her and said with admiration, "The little girl is really happy and has the greatest mother." "No, you are wrong. She is not the little girl's mother. Her daughter died in the earthquake. This is the eighth daughter she rescued. " The rescue captain said with red eyes.
I was moved. That "mother" is so great and strong. I believe that anyone who knows this will be moved. We should learn from her greatness and strength.
When I was growing up, one thing moved me very much.
That day, I stood at the school gate waiting for my mother to pick me up. At this time, it began to snow heavily, and I was anxious to think: Mom, come quickly! A minute passed and everyone at the school gate was gone. When I was in a hurry to cry, suddenly, I found a figure. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be my mother. He stepped on the thick snow and faced the bitter north wind, still holding something in his arms. She labored to my side, took out a hamburger and said to me, "Hungry, eat quickly!" " ! Today, my mother came late to work overtime, wait! "I saw my mother's head covered with snow. I said to my mother, "Have you eaten?" Mom said, "I have eaten. "But, my mother's stomach is growling, and I still ate this loving hamburger.
This incident moved me very much. I also understand what true maternal love is. Is the most selfless, warmest and greatest love in the world!
Touched by the speeches of three dear teachers and classmates,
I'm * * * from grade five of Fozishan Primary School. I am ten years old this year. I have read all the short stories in Ode to the Spirit of China carefully.
Maybe I'm still too young. Some stories in it moved me and surprised me. I even used my imagination to ask why Li Shizhen, who wrote Compendium of Materia Medica in 27 years, didn't find 10 partners and let him finish Compendium of Materia Medica in 2.7 years. Why did Yugong not move himself, but insisted on moving a mountain that had been rarely moved for hundreds of thousands of years; Why do the two families in "Cut down a tree to keep neighbors" use the illegal way of cutting down a tree for peace? Perhaps it is because they have lived for a long time and their behavior puzzled me, but I was still intoxicated by their hard-working personality.
But Yuan Yuan, Ma Pengfei and other little heroes in the book are as kind as my classmates, and their stories are as real as what happened around me, which moved me!
When her parents fainted from gas poisoning, Yuan Yuan, 8, was a little scared, but she didn't cry. She remembered the self-help knowledge taught by the teacher in the survival education class and immediately implemented it: First, quickly turn off the liquefied gas valve; Step two, she opens the doors and windows at home; In the third step, she calls 1 10 and 120 for help. Yuan Yuan's decisiveness and courage won precious rescue time and brought his parents back from the brink of death.
/kloc-Ma Pengfei, 0/3 years old, has been a "parent" since she was five years old. His parents divorced and disappeared. At the age of five, he started to boil water to cook and take care of his sick grandmother, but Ma Pengfei didn't delay his study. The schedule posted on Ma Pengfei's bedside is full of things he needs to do that day, which has lasted for 9 years from 5: 00 a.m. to 23: 30 late at night. He said: "Grandma takes care of me, and it is natural for me to take care of grandma."
In fact, there are many students like Yuan Yuan and Ma Pengfei around me. When they encounter difficulties in their studies, they don't escape, face them bravely and solve them. When you encounter difficulties in life, you will not be intimidated by them. Think positively and try bravely, and finally the difficulties will always be solved. Some students are advocates of low-carbon life and small supervisors of water and electricity saving at home and school; Especially among our classmates, there are many left-behind children, the brother of Malik Pengfei. They help grandparents share their worries at home, study hard at school, unite their classmates, strive for self-improvement and grow up happily and healthily.
These tangible classmates around me are my heroes. They started from the little things around them, insisting on wasting less water, folding less flowers, planting more trees and giving up their seats more at one time ... All these little things are the embodiment of China spirit and add luster to today's successful China.
Students, while we are moved, we should also learn from these little heroes; Learn from them, and let's work together to make progress for tomorrow's brilliant China! Comment on The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: Comment on the story of the Red Army's Long March.
There is always a force that makes people burst into tears, and that is "moving". Watching the program "Touching China", all the audience and I seem to be immersed in the ocean of love and touching, and those touching stories keep touching my heart. Among them, both the host and the audience seem to be moved by a silent spirit, and inadvertently, I have already burst into tears.
These touching people are ordinary people and little people in society, but the greatness of the mind has changed everything around them. He is an old man, breathing is very difficult, but in people's eyes, he is a Malanhua in the desert, silently contributing to the motherland, and he is an expert Lin Junde. At the last moment of his life, he flatly refused all medical treatment. With the help of everyone, he started the hardest and last charge in his life at his desk a few steps away ... He lived tenaciously and worked hard, leaving nothing to his family. He only said the following sentence: "I am engaged in nuclear testing, and I am not afraid of suffering or death. What I need most now is time. " Soldiers have military farewells. Ah! Lin Junde, you will never fall!
A cloth belt symbolizes the maternal love when I was a child, because my mother always tied me with it and never left me for fear of injury; When you grow up, this cloth belt will be your son's affection. You take your mother. This is a touching experience of mother and son. This man is Chen Binqiang, a dutiful son. His mother has Alzheimer's disease. Chen Binqiang never leaves his mother. Cloth ties them together. For five years in a row, rain or shine, he rode his bike to work with her. Every night at nine o'clock, he serves his mother to sleep, and at one o'clock in the morning, he carries his mother to the toilet on time. At five o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang, and he wanted to clean her room before going to work. Mother is old, memory is far away, but love will not go far. It is handed down from generation to generation in children's arms. What a great filial piety! Unfortunately, filial piety is even more peerless!
I was moved by the deeds of many people, such as; What a great feat it is for an ordinary girl to donate her organs to others on her deathbed. She wrote a beautiful life with her ordinary life, leaving people with endless thoughts and feelings. Chen Jiashun, a civil servant, went deep into many enterprises for many times. As a migrant worker, he was hired as an enterprise undercover, observing the principle of "moving without words". He is a great man who works for and contributes to the people! It is an example for each of us to learn.
Each of them is full of love, dedicating themselves and illuminating others. It is their enthusiasm for life that makes us feel moved and grateful again, and touches the softest string in the depths of your heart and mine. Let us keep their merits in mind, learn from them constantly, enrich our hearts and fill everyone's hearts with love. Touched China! Touching you and me! Let love spread to thousands of people and families, let touch stay in each of our hearts and inspire us to move forward!
On the road of life, some things come and go in a hurry, but there is one thing I will never forget, which started in the winter of my third grade. ...
The biting cold wind blew fiercely, snowflakes floated slowly, and the ground was covered with thick ice. Pedestrians walked slowly, shrinking their necks in their clothes from time to time. Me, too. Be careful all the way and finally get to school. Looking at the teaching building in front of me, I was so happy that I couldn't help speeding up my steps.
"Pa" I accidentally fell into a big party, and everyone around me laughed as if watching a clown. I got up carefully and took another step. "Pa" is another big party, and the surrounding voices laugh even more wantonly. Some people still say, stupid pig! Really, what bad luck! I struggled to get up while thinking, but tears still could not help but flow down, bitter and sour, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Just then, a pair of warm little hands pulled me up and whispered in my ear, "Elder sister, are you all right?" I was so moved that I couldn't see her clearly in tears that I said to her, "Thank you. What's your name?" I can't remember her name now, only to hear her say, "My name is Li ..." Now I really regret not remembering her name at that time.
Yes, there are many things in life that can't be forgotten. For example, the thing that my little sister helped me up often comes to my mind, which makes me moved and warm.
So in daily life, I will often help some people in need. Whenever I help others, I feel very happy. Perhaps this is the spirit of Lei Feng that has always inspired me!
Moved by 6 Dear teachers and classmates' speeches:
Hello everyone!
There is a ray of sunshine, through the clouds, through the wind, through the green leaves, hitting you, pulling your figure for a long time ... The guests who have lived in my youth for a long time have left silently, and I wonder if you still have my footprints in your heart.
Remember the scene when we first met?
It was Friday night, and it was our group's turn to do weekend cleaning. In order to stay away from the dusty narrow space, I resolutely undertook to carry the garbage piled up on the mountain to the stinking corner outside the campus. This arduous and brave task is a mud roof covered with carrion and vegetables. The steps I walked were almost bloody, so that every time I walked here, I had to climb up blindfolded and intuitively. Finally, I lost my footing and fell to the ground from above. Suddenly, my arm hurts badly. I didn't cry, I just shouted at the empty street, but I didn't answer. I felt an unprecedented panic. I tried to stand up, but my legs were paralyzed. Just when I didn't know where I was wrong, a faint light hit my face. I looked in the direction of the light, and a lighted man caught my attention.
"It's you, the girl in our class,' Why don't you go back so late?' "Just when I was wondering, you came over slowly, lifted me up from the ground and asked softly; Does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital to see if you are seriously injured. I was stunned and didn't know how to answer. You smiled and helped me walk slowly on the road, drifting away. By the time we got to the hospital, the moon was already hanging in the sky, with a few stars dotted on it. After you operated on me, you borrowed the doctor's cell phone to call my family.
I sat on the bench, looking at you in the corner, watching you busy for me, and my heart was boiling with unspeakable warmth. A line of clear tears unconsciously dripped on my coat. I quickly dried my tears with my sleeves, and my mouth was always full of smiles. After a while, you finished the phone call, walked up to me slowly and whispered to me; I have called your grandpa. He should come soon. Let me wait with you for a while. Then he sat next to me, and I asked curiously; Aren't you in a hurry to go back? Won't your parents blame you? You just said it lightly; It's okay. I'll explain to them. The most urgent task now is to let you have an operation as soon as possible and let you recover as soon as possible. "Hearing this sentence, tears moistened my cheeks again, and I said gratefully; Thank you. You just smiled and then you were silent. This quiet atmosphere seems to have lasted for a long time. It seems that after a while, Grandpa hurried to the hospital, and you don't know when he left quietly.
It is because of this touching experience that we became good girlfriends who talked about everything, from school uniforms to wedding dresses, we met, survived the end of time and got married to each other. Unfortunately, the reality is still too cruel. After all, we separated and never met again.
I have self-knowledge, and I know I can't accompany you from moss to dusk, but I still hope that the emotion in this youth can accompany us for a long time, so long that I forget time and everything.
Touched 7 Dear teachers and classmates' speeches:
Hello everyone!
Early in the morning, dad always turns the turntable when driving. When I turned around, I saw his deep and quiet rest to restore his energy. I'm so touched.
Since junior high school, my father and this silver-white car have always accompanied me to accept the baptism of new sunshine every day, and accompanied Dai Yue home, which made me feel very annoyed for a long time. I envy my classmates riding to school at once, like warriors riding horses. The skirt floating in the wind looks so handsome that you can talk and laugh with your classmates and enjoy the scenery along the way. I asked my father more than once, "Let me ride a bike!" " "He always said without thinking," no! If the level is low, it will be bruised. What should I do if the fracture is serious? "Always these reasons, I can write it down. I think dad is worrying too much. According to his idea, how can I explain that these students have no problem riding bicycles? I am bored. Why can't I have more freedom?
Things continued until this spring. Something happened to dad. Fortunately, dad was fine, but the car was inevitably sent to the repair shop. Although this is not what I expected, I was allowed to go to school by bike after all. At first, I was very energetic and got up early every day. It's very hot. Work hard.
Pedal. When I got to school, I was flushed and panting. On rainy days, the wind blows hard, and when it is against the wind, the raindrops will become denser and denser. I always feel that if I am slow, I will be late, and no matter how hard I try, I still drive very slowly. I miss that car and that person very much at this moment.
The car has been repaired, and life has returned to the past. It seems a little different. Now, it is close to winter, and I feel the warmth of the winter sunshine beside my father. Every morning I am attached to a comfortable bed, dressed in a hurry, and still sleepy when I go downstairs, the back door of the silver-white car is right in front of the entrance, which is exactly right. Dad is always strict in his work, but he is willing to be a "full-time driver" for me. He is as busy as a bee every day, but he often takes time to take me home. When I get home, he will yell at the window and go back to work. Sometimes he always says to himself, "I care about you too much." You should let yourself exercise. " How can he not know that he can't spoil his children? It's just that I seem to be all he has, which makes him dare not slack off. Anyway, he should always keep it by his side, with his eyes on his heart and his heart at ease. I finally understand my father's concern for me, almost doting. Dad drove me forward, even if the road was bumpy, even if it was stormy, I still felt the warmth and comfort under his armpit.
My father is plain and not rich, but he takes care of me with all his money. Every time I see his deep eyes, I feel the power of progress. I know that every day's shuttle is full of love, and I will sing a song of joy and joy for life because of this little touch.
Touched by the speeches of eight dear teachers and classmates,
Hello everyone!
When we are immersed in the mud and running on the way forward, we should occasionally stop quietly, bend down and pick up the warmth that permeates our ears and temples, so that we can hide our feelings in our hearts and be content.
There is a kind of power that moves me.
That winter, it snowed more suddenly and violently than any other year.
At night, the wind stopped raging, followed by overwhelming snowflakes, scattered from mid-air. In just a few minutes, the treetops turned white, the roof became thick and the path disappeared.
I was worried that the snowy road would be slippery and it would be inconvenient for students to walk after getting up, so I got up early in the morning, holding tools and thinking of escorting students from the dormitory to the classroom first. Unexpectedly, before I got to the student apartment, I heard a few subtle voices in the distance. Take a closer look. In the moonlight, a man is wearing a big down jacket and waving a broom to clean the snow in front of the student apartment.
Needless to ask, I also know that it must be President Song. Approached, see clearly, flying snowflakes fell on his hair and eyebrows from time to time. I don't know if it's sweat or melting snow. The hair on my forehead is tightly attached to my forehead, followed by a long path. In the snowstorm, the figure of bending over and waving the broom is so clear and firm.
I have no words, so I walked beside President Song, two people, one to the left and one to the right. The path continued to extend while you looked at me. Many times, President Song is like this, leading by example, infecting everyone around him with his own actions and touching everyone in his own way.
Teachers can't forget that in the process of building standardized schools, President Song worked on the most difficult books for a whole day or even during the National Day holiday, coordinating technicians, coordinating work arrangements and solving unexpected and difficult problems; Students can't forget that President Song is always the first to walk into the classroom for self-study every day, the last to leave school every Friday and the last to leave school every Sunday afternoon. Don't forget the confusion at work, the confusion in life and the difficulties in study. President Song will help you solve the problem. ...
Moved, I often think, what makes him so persistent in his work? What power makes him do it silently forever? I remember a poem that said, "Why are there always tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply?" I want to use it as the annotation of President Song. Why is his body always full of passion for work? Because he loves this land deeply.
She is a delicate but strong, serious but modest sister. She is "quite" thin, but always maintains an optimistic and positive attitude towards life, adheres to the ordinary professionalism and silently contributes. There are some words that she often talks about: we can't completely predict tomorrow, but we can make full use of today; We can't expect everything to be smooth sailing, but we can do everything wholeheartedly. She said so and did the same. She is the only woman in our molecular sieve workshop.
In our workshop, we often like to use a sentence to describe the group sister, "ordinary touch, warm people's hearts little by little." Yes, it is such a person who cares about his colleagues and others, is conscientious and responsible for his work, but never publicizes himself. In the ordinary, she created an excellent and amiable female image in the new period.
I remember one time, she was facing the critical period of pre-hydrogenation and post-hydrogenation unit transformation in the workshop, and suddenly she felt unwell. She went to the hospital for examination and found a small cyst in her body, which must be removed immediately. However, this is a critical period for equipment maintenance and transformation in the workshop. As a comprehensive organizer, she undertook the main work such as workshop warehousing and statistical accounting. In order not to delay the work in the workshop, she had an operation at the weekend. It's time to rest, but for the sake of the workshop, she still has to bite the bullet and stick to her post.
The hospital called her to go to the hospital for reexamination, but the secretary heard it and told her to go back and have a good rest. While banging on the calculator, she said, "The circulating water meter in the workshop is far from the actual situation, which has seriously affected the energy consumption index of the workshop. At the end of the year, it will affect the income of employees. Just by taking the opportunity of unit shutdown before and after hydrogenation, we have to calibrate the circulating water consumption, and the post needs me. "
Looking at her pale face, holding back the pain of surgical wound tearing, she still refused to leave her firm work, and everyone in the workshop was moved to stay in her heart. Admiration is written on your face. Worthy of being the only female worker in the molecular sieve workshop, the workshop leadership was also moved by He Qun's persistent work, and expressed condolences to him on behalf of the workshop trade union, and sent her solatium and nutrition, but in order to reduce the burden on the workshop, He Qun refused. She said, "The workshop trade union has limited funds, which is much more difficult than me." As a trade union officer in the workshop, employees had difficulties, and she was the first to visit on behalf of the workshop. When she is ill, she always thinks of others who need help more. This selfless spirit and noble character touched many ordinary employees in the workshop.
Ordinary touch warms people's hearts.
As long as he has a little leisure time, He Qun will go to the operating room outside to talk to his colleagues about his parents' problems and help them clean up, and then convey to you all the welfare policies for employees, the spirit of the documents in the factory, the recent activities of the trade union and the new assessment regulations in the workshop in time. When two college students in the workshop first came, she invited them to spend the holidays at home as long as they had holidays. Everyone is affectionately called "the closest person".
A female * * * member, without earth-shattering pioneering work, wrote a love movement with her own love and sang the strong voice of the times. Are you great? No, you are ordinary; Are you ordinary? No, you're great. You are a banner that inspires people to move forward forever!