I am moved by such people. There are always many people and things in life, which will always touch our hearts and bring us thinking and moving in some inconspicuous moments. He is such a person who moved me. My classmate is a "shy person".
He is neither tall nor thin, with small eyes and shining with wisdom. He always has a shy smile on his face and speaks softly. Coupled with the rare fair skin among boys, he got the nickname "Mian Nan".
On the eve of the autumn sports meeting, there are two vacancies for men's 400m and 800m in our class. This may be very anxious for me as a sports Commissioner. Just as everyone looked at each other and was in a dilemma, a deep voice sounded: Can I try? We turned our heads in surprise and found him standing there, smiling at us. I looked at him doubtfully and thought, can you do it? Who knows what surprises me more is yet to come? His voice rang again: give me the 800 meters, too! This time, we were all "thundered".
At the sports meeting, it's the men's 400-meter race. I watched the entrance of Mian Man nervously and anxiously. The moment he stepped onto the runway, he still gave us an iconic smile. I saw him rush out like an arrow after the shot. Amid thunderous cheers, I found that he was the first to rush to the finish line! I stood there and forgot to applaud.
Unconsciously, he stood at the starting line again. I saw his eyes red with anger and struggled to wave his arms. He frantically "clenched" the leading runner, rushed to the finish line and won the third place in the men's 800-meter race. After the race, I ran to congratulate him and asked him why he could run such excellent results. He gave me a smile first, and then said to me, nothing, I just tried my best. After that, he ran away, leaving me to meditate for a long time ... I suddenly realized that a "shy man" has a spirit of courage, perseverance and never giving up, which is also a quality that a man should have. Today, he proved himself to be a strong man with his own actions!
The action of "Mianman" deeply touched me and gave me a deeper understanding of the meaning of people. A real man is a man who is not afraid of difficulties, failure, hardship and unyielding. "Mianman" is such a person, which brings me moving and thinking. He is a role model in my mind!
I am moved by such people. In my mind, there are many people who moved me. But what impressed me the most was my deskmate. He is thin, dark-skinned, with a slightly longer face and small eyes, but full of energy.
The deskmate is very careful and loves to help others.
I remember when I was in the second grade, once, my teacher had to take a math test. However, I didn't bring my eraser. The teacher has a rule that stationery is not allowed to be borrowed during the exam. what can I do? My heart is burning with anxiety. I can't guarantee that I won't write a word wrong. If I don't clean up, the teacher will deduct points. I must be miserable in this exam. I can't wait to slap myself. Alas, it was careless.
At this time, my deskmate saw my anxiety. Say, "What's the matter? Is there a problem? " I muttered, "Shit, I forgot my eraser." The deskmate didn't say anything, just opened the pencil case, took out the eraser, broke it into two pieces, put the big one in my hand and said, "This is an eraser, take it." I was moved to take the eraser and said thank you shyly.
I looked at the half piece of rubber in my hand. The lovely Mickey has only one big head left, but he is still smiling at me. I know my deskmate likes Mickey best, but he generously gave me this half piece of eraser. What a precious friendship!
I began to answer questions. I looked at my deskmate. He made a victory gesture at me and whispered, "Come on, let's see who scored more in the exam." I smiled at her and nodded vigorously. When I answer the question, whenever I make a mistake, I clean it with that half eraser, and my heart is full of confidence.
I did well in that exam and the teacher praised me. I glanced at my deskmate gratefully, and we both laughed.
Now, that half eraser is still in my desk. I also bought two identical erasers for my deskmate. This little eraser has strengthened the bridge of friendship between me and my deskmate.
The deskmate is like this, warming me and moving me. I like my deskmate.
I am moved by such people. There are many people in this world who moved me. Far away, the great patriot Qu Yuan; Recently, Ye Xin sacrificed himself for others and his life for death. In fact, the person who can move us is close at hand: isn't that a lovely mother, a great father and a hard-working teacher?
Speaking of people who moved me, I think the first thing that students think of is a lovely and beautiful mother. Yes, mom is the most beautiful woman in the world in our hearts. She has that kind of selfless maternal love and beautiful heart. She kept silent after all she had done for us. She plays happily with us when we are depressed. She comforted us gently when we were sad. How can a mother not be admirable?
Yes, mom touched us. But students think about it, did the great and kind father also touch us? Which man propped up the sky and protected our mother and son? It's a father, a great father. If there is no father, how can mother earn enough money for us little emperors and princesses? How could we have a happy life today if my father didn't race against time every day? How can a father not be admirable?
Our parents really touched us. But what about the people sitting in the office quietly correcting their homework? Did she touch us? Who leads us to sail in the ocean of knowledge? Who put knowledge into our memory? Is a teacher, a diligent teacher. Some students feel very tired and annoyed in class, but some teachers are also very tired. Why is she giving us lessons? What did she do? Teachers have only one small wish: that is, let us have more knowledge and make our life better. It is this belief that gives her the power to keep giving us knowledge. Can't we help the teacher fulfill this little wish?
There are many people or things that move us in life. We should have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering. When you look at the world again with these eyes, you will find that the world is really beautiful!
Too many people have moved us to tears recently. The most beautiful driver, Wu Bin, the most beautiful teacher, Zhang Lili, the most beautiful mother, Wu Juping and the most beautiful college student, Xu Jianlong, all have their heroic deeds fixed in the hearts of millions of people, and in my heart, the most beautiful person is the mechanic across the hall from my house.
He is deaf and dumb. Although I always pass by there after school every day, I have never really seen him.
It was an evening when the cold wind roared. My parents are not at home. I was watching TV after finishing my homework when I heard a quick knock at the door. I opened the door in a hurry. In the dim twilight, there stood an old man in dirty clothes, wearing a worn cotton hat on his head and oil stains on his hands and face. Look carefully, it's him. He gesticulated anxiously with his hand, and his mouth made a "ah-ah" sound. I can't figure out what he wants to say. The more I don't understand, the more anxious he is, and the louder his voice is. It's a little late, and my parents are not at home. I was really scared, so I waved to him and closed the door. Through the door, I heard him knocking at someone else's door again.
After a while, my parents came back. At dinner, my father suddenly remembered that his bike was broken at noon, so he pushed it to the garage across the hall for repair, and forgot to push it back after work. It suddenly occurred to me that he knocked at the door. Now I understand, he is looking for the owner from door to door! My father and I quickly put down our chopsticks, put on our coats and ran to the garage. I saw the mechanic still standing in the cold wind of winter night, rubbing his hands, stamping his feet, and his hands kept breathing. Standing next to him is the bike that my father has repaired. Seeing this, my father hurried forward. By the light of the street lamp, the mechanic recognized my father as the owner, so he quietly took out the key from his pocket and handed it to my father. Dad excitedly held the mechanic's hand and gestured to him and said, "Thank you, thank you so much!" " Lock your car here. "The mechanic seems to understand his father's meaning. His frozen hands took out paper and pen from his pocket and wrote a few words on the paper: I'm afraid you will use the car at night. Seeing this, my eyes are moist. Thinking of him going door to door to find the owner, thinking of the owner who waited anxiously for a long time in the cold wind, his image in my heart suddenly became tall: he was no longer in rags, covered in oil, but kind and beautiful. Respect rises in my heart!
Touching is the dance of the soul, the dance of the soul, the shock of the heart, and the softest tremor of the heart. Touching is the inspiration for a better life. It is full of beauty and happiness, but also full of emotion and sympathy. If you don't move, the human soul will die without any vivid feelings and vibrations. Touching is a bridge, a bridge leading to the deep heart; It is a ladder, a ladder to build a successful life; Touching is a sincere call, a sincere call to awaken people; Touching is the inner cry, the source of life and the end of life!
He is a mechanic and an ordinary person, but he has an extraordinary heart. He is not afraid of the cold, and touched everyone around him with his heart!
I am moved by such people. During the Yushu earthquake, many touching things happened. Among them, Wong Fuk Wing, a middle-aged man, was desperate to save orphans, which brought tears to my eyes.
He is a volunteer. He often drives a van and travels long distances to an orphanage in Yushu to send daily necessities and a piece of love. Although his income is not much, he still faces life with a smile and pours his life and painstaking efforts into his children's hearts. He regards them as his own children and his own relatives.
That day, Ah Fu drove the van to the orphanage to deliver the goods as usual. At 7: 49, a sudden earthquake struck. Landslides, houses collapsed, the ground groaned in pain, the air seemed to solidify, the sky was overcast and the earth was unstoppable like a roaring lion. Ah Fu froze, but he soon came to his senses. He thought of three words: earthquake! "At this time, he didn't panic or run away, but rushed to the ruins. Because he saw three teachers and three children in the orphanage and didn't escape, what should he do? Ah Fu didn't hesitate and turned to help them.
When Ah Fu came to them, the aftershock came again. Ah Fu quickly pushed them away, and the children and teachers were saved. A huge piece of rubble fell, blocking the only escape route. Ah Fu was crushed in the ruins. Three hours later, rescuers dug out the orphanage and found Ah Fu. Ah fu was seriously injured. He leaned out of the ruins and asked with difficulty, "Children, have you all been rescued?" He asked the question buried in his heart for three hours with his last breath. Knowing that the children were safe and sound, he closed his eyes peacefully and went to a beautiful paradise. His relatives go to Lacrimosa every day after they know the news. They are proud of Ah Fu, proud of Ah Fu. Because Ah Fu, with his own actions, fulfilled his wish before his death and dedicated his life to the people. They wrote a letter to Ah Fu that could never be sent.
Yes, Ah Fu is ordinary, but he is glorious and deserves our admiration and study. His advanced deeds touched us and made our eyes moist again and again.