I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that my deskmate gave it to me when I graduated from junior high school. The words "Take care, friend" are written on the back. I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Then, I remember that there is still a kind of mood in this world, called touching.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart indifferent, or is my heart filled with something irrelevant and there is no room?

A friend once wrote to me: "We passed by, not because we missed each other, but because we were missing two words in our lives-moving." Indeed, because of the lack of touch, our hearts are no longer sensitive and no longer carefully collect the slightest touch 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. In fact, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that in life, we are moved everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; Thirst, a friend called you a glass of water, which was 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. ...

In life, we are moved by many ordinary things every day. Perhaps, it is because they are ordinary 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 it is, it is impossible to tell a person without feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Touched, like refreshing spring, our hearts will become clear and bright after drinking the spring.

Touched, such as the intoxicating sea breeze, feel the sea breeze, and our hearts will become pure and spacious.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world, cold and heartless.

Friend, please take your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to bear the touch that is enough for us to remember for a lifetime!

In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me.

Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.

On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens.

In desperation, we went to a vegetable stall on the roadside to buy food.

The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.

Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him.

But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half.

I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry.

Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face.

"Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man.

You think you're unlucky! "After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran to the market again.

It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market.

In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone.

My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.

Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this.

There is an urgent need for a touching essay. 800 words touching walking on the tree-lined road, flowers dotted your road; Walking by the stream, it is the blossoming waves that decorate your road; Walking on the road of life, there will be a heart and a love to fill your road.

Are you satisfied? In every little thing, have you learned to be moved? In the song, there are cries of true feelings from major families, and in the TV series, the vows of eternal love are desperately interpreted. I don't think that's because I lack true feelings, but because I don't know how to be moved.

Perhaps some people think that "moving" must have that kind of "tragic" amazing move.

This is of course good. What touches us is the desolation and sadness of "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever"; We were moved by the love of "ten years of life and death, never thinking, never forgetting"; We are also moved by "no one has died in life since ancient times, leaving a heart that shines through history".

However, there are not thrilling events in life every day. Is life empty? No, "it looks ordinary and the weirdest."

Often true beauty exists in the ordinary, and we are even more moved.

Rodin once said: "The event is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery.

"We should not only pay attention to the results, but also pay attention to the little things that make up our lives: at the endless intersection, the other end of the blind man's crutch is pulled up, leading him straight through the car whistle and then inadvertently disappearing into the sea of people. At this time, my heart is warm. What about the blind man? Won't she be moved by hanging like this? In the bleak autumn wind, an elderly couple walked in the sunset. They stopped slowly. One of them squatted down slowly with his knees in his arms, zipped up his coat for his wife, got up slowly, and helped each other to walk together on the evening road.

At this time, I felt a warm current in my heart.

What happened to them? In their hearts, this is also an unforgettable move! Isn't this feeling of "holding your hand and growing old with your son" touching enough? We walk through life in this bit by bit, and taste life in this touch.

I remember a prisoner who was desperate for life. He thought in prison, "If I can arouse any praise, I will live." .

After three days of hard thinking, I remembered that the teacher once said that the duck he pinched was a bit ugly, but it was quite innovative.

"It is this trivial sentence that deeply touched a heart and became the reason for him to live.

Therefore, the more moved, the more hopeful.

The road is at your feet, and hope is ahead. Collecting those small touches will become your life's wealth.

The true feelings are accompanied by the heart, and the dribs and drabs of life, as long as you have the heart, you will find the beauty of the world.

Learn to be moved, and beauty will fill your life.

Please write an article about people (not less than 700 words) on the topic of moving, and move everyone to have their own persistence and hardships on the road of growth; Everyone will be moved by himself more or less because of this. We are in adolescence and have capital comparable to others. There is no need to envy the fruits that adults have worked so hard to shed countless sweat drops, because we are young and sweaty and have plenty of time to shed them. Yes, now we have the qualification of arrogance. Even if we are arrogant, everyone's life will not lack such things. We are moved by our maturity, our progress and our surpassing others ... There are many reasons for us to be moved by ourselves. I never express my feelings easily. I only bury them in my heart as my own little beauty. But it is undeniable that there are so many little beauties that my heart is full of happiness. Once upon a time, I was moved by what I did, such as writing a letter to myself for the first time when I lived for nearly 16 years. It is full of words of self-encouragement, and I also tell myself to be friendly from beginning to end; I remember a sentence in the letter: dear, don't cry even if you are sad and hesitant, please be strong; Get used to smiling at the blue sky and remember the purest and simplest happiness at first. At that time, I was moved by these words I wrote (including pride, of course).

Touched! Writing a composition touches me a lot in real life.

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 to gently give 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 moment, the teachers came in and asked her with concern, "What's the matter? Feeling better? " She replied, "Much better.

"The teachers said," that's good. You scared us.

Besides, you ask them to help you get up and walk around instead of sitting all the time.

"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.

Composition: A person who touched me (writing about relatives) will think of my dear grandfather and the most touching thing when it rains.

At first, highlighting is a touching thing.

It was Friday, and I don't know who angered God. Suddenly, the sky outside the window darkened and it began to rain in Mao Mao.

But who would have thought that at noon, the light rain in Mao Mao gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was as gloomy as the sky.

What shall we do? What shall we do? I didn't bring my umbrella, and I didn't tell my family to pick me up.

Looking up at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while.

My parents are still working, my grandparents are in poor health and I have no money. I am in a really bad mood.

(confessing the cause of the incident) I really envy watching my classmates walk out of school one by one.

Just then, a kind voice came into my ear, "Jiang Meng!" I turned around and said, "Grandpa!" I cried excitedly and saw my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not stop the strings of raindrops.

I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran to grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me.

I found my seat wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid of getting wet on the road. I am very touched.

"Come on!" Grandpa said.

"No, anyway, I also have an umbrella, I can go back, you don't take me to ride a bike, the road is very slippery.

"Grandpa is old, it may be dangerous to ride a bike alone, let alone get wet with me.

Grandpa quickly said, "Nothing, nothing. I don't trust you to go back in rainy days. Let's go, it will rain even harder in the future! " "I had to agree.

Grandpa is very careful at every step. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. My umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa simply took my umbrella and put on my raincoat.

Beads of rain as big as beans hit grandpa's body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to grandpa, but it was useless.

I introduced the story and vividly described how grandpa cared about me.

When I finally got home, my grandfather was covered in water. My grandmother quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on. Grandpa quickly interrupted and said, "nothing, my umbrella broke down on the way." I gave her my raincoat, so I got wet. i am going to take a bath.

"Grandpa just turned into the bathroom, my tears will swell up.

I will never forget this incident, and let me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him.

I am proud to have such a grandfather, proud! She used it, so she got wet. I'm going to take a bath.

"Grandpa just turned into the bathroom, my tears will swell up.

I will never forget the result of the accounting, let me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him.

I am proud to have such a grandfather, proud!

What moved me most was a person's composition 1. I respect many people, including selfless teachers, doctors who treat patients and save lives, uncles of the People's Liberation Army who protect our country and defend our country, and scientists who explore mysteries.

However, what makes me respect and move most is a very ordinary grandfather.

My family used to live in China Community, which was a mess and full of garbage dumps.

Summer often attracts a lot of flies, and the smell is smelly and strange.

Few people go there because it is dirty and messy and the conditions are poor.

Recently, I heard that an old man was picking up garbage in the community. I was so surprised that I ran to see it at once.

Looking from a distance, I saw an old man dressed in blue and wearing a mask, with a shovel in his hand, hunching over, struggling to collect the scattered garbage together, and occasionally straightening up and patting his waist.

Approaching slowly, I found my grandfather is not tall, wearing a pair of fancy glasses, with silver hair and a kind smile on his face.

Later, grandpa pushed the garbage truck and began to load garbage.

Seeing dirty and smelly things loaded into the car, I was ashamed of the uncivilized behavior of the residents in the community and moved by my grandfather's kindness.

I am very happy to think that I will restore a clean environment and fresh air here.

Once, a friend accidentally lost a watch in the community, and the old man found it back.

He put the watch in my friend's hand and said earnestly, "in the future, such a precious thing should be well preserved." Don't throw them about. It is very expensive. Save them and cherish them! " Grandpa's words made my friend cry.

He said: "I will remember, I will cherish!" " Thank you for helping me get it back, thank you! "My friends and I respect this grandfather more and more! On another occasion, my classmate aimed at the bird with a slingshot and prepared to shoot it down.

Grandpa looked at it and ran over and grabbed the slingshot.

The classmate cried and said, "You old garbage collector, why should you care about me!" After listening to this sentence, the grandfather was not angry, but said kindly, "No matter what work we do, we all serve the people and have the responsibility to protect our living environment and protect animals and plants. "

Only in this way can our life be beautiful and better.

Don't you think, little friend? "The classmate cried, but he was moved to tears. He was completely "surrendered" by his grandfather.

Looking at the grandfather's drifting back, the line of sight is blurred.

For several days in a row, I suddenly couldn't see the old man picking up garbage, so I asked my neighbor's grandmother.

Grandma told me sadly, "Grandpa is an old party member who just retired.

He witnessed everything in the community and decided to take on the task of cleaning up the garbage in the community.

But one day, when he just filled the garbage truck and was ready to leave, he fell dizzy.

When people heard the news, they rushed to the hospital.

Finally, grandpa left, but there was still a smile on his face.

"Since then, the environment in the community has been much cleaner. People were moved by Grandpa's great spirit and consciously put the garbage into the dustbin.

Whenever I walk in a comfortable and clean street, I always think of the grandfather who used to pick up garbage in our yard, the ordinary grandfather with a smile on his face.

I always say silently in my heart: Grandpa, we will always remember you! You will always be an example for us to learn! Although I don't know him, this man, a street performer, touched me with his sincerity.

I remember that day, an early winter morning, the wind was cold, as if a bottle full of hot water could suddenly turn into cold water. People's body temperature began to drop, and they could not help but pinch their collars.

In Jiuchang Street, I was shopping with my mother, and suddenly I saw a group of people around the center of the street, some laughing and some disdaining. From their mouths, I guess beggars are asking for money! When we walked past, we were surprised: a street performer, short, ragged, blue-faced, with no hands or feet, was sitting on the ground.

I saw him with a brush in his mouth, bent down and dipped in ink, and then skillfully wrote beautiful, confident and powerful words on the ground with the power of his waist.

Ah, the mouth is used to eat. Even ordinary people can't write so well with their mouths! I looked at him and said to myself, "One minute on stage, ten years off stage.

"If he doesn't practice hard, how can he write such a good word with his mouth? I began to pay tribute to him. I studied him carefully. Although he is an ordinary busker, he has given full play to his super level on such a "big stage". Look, his handwriting is just like that printed by a printer.

In this way, he seems to be a big shot, and people's eyes are on him. They did not hesitate to take out the money in their wallets and put it in the broken iron basin in front of him to see his "lip service".

"Come on, come on.

The enthusiastic "audience" next to him shouted for him, and I was worried about him. If his handwriting is not neat and excellent, the "audience" will not cheer for him or throw money into his basin.

I also asked my mother for a dollar and put it gently in the iron basin.

When I collect money, I am close to him. He gave me a look. From those sunken eyes, he showed a grateful look and smiled. I seem to understand something. It turns out that he is a mute! Suddenly, I was in awe of him.

He is not begging, he is performing.

He was still writing with his mouth, and a word appeared on the ground: thank you! Good people are rewarded! Good people are safe all their lives! Those onlookers no longer despise him, laugh at him and throw more money into the broken basin.

This moment moved me even more. I praise the familiar strangers, who are honored to have contributed their strength. As for the artist, he finished his performance brilliantly and won applause successfully. I believe that although he is a disabled person, those enthusiastic citizens give him more warmth! His behavior should be more noble than those who pretend to be disabled to cheat people's trust and sympathy! I will always remember the person who moved me! The person who touched me the most in my life is my mother.

I remember it was a Sunday morning, with a cold wind and snowflakes floating in the sky from time to time. Although it didn't rain much, they paved the road. ...

There is always a force in life that will shock our hearts; There is always a touch that will make us burst into tears.

"Truth, goodness and beauty" has always been the source of our feelings and the door to our most sincere feelings, because our feelings come from ordinary people who are performing extraordinary lives! The connotation of their noble qualities deeply touched and shocked our hearts ... In the life I experienced, there was such a thing that I was deeply moved and still can't forget it.

Memories that I can't forget always warm my heart.

It was after school that we all packed our schoolbags and went home, but the sun suddenly hid, and the dark clouds took the opportunity to monopolize the sky.

It rained all day.

I didn't expect the sunny weather to change so quickly, so I didn't bring an umbrella.

Mom and dad are unlikely to pick me up suddenly.

I was looking glumly at the heavy rain outside when a classmate who was close to me came up and said, "Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Let me take you by bike. It's on its way anyway.

"Seeing that the rain won't stop, I will gratefully promise.

Let's go downstairs together. I'm getting wet. I didn't expect her to take off her coat and put it on me.

It was foolish of me to forget to thank her.

My heart was suddenly warm, and I couldn't feel the cold feeling of rain seeping into my clothes and flowing in my body.

I just feel that her coat is thick and warm, the wind seems to be very light, and it hardly rains.

In the back seat of her bicycle, I was moved like never before and I almost cried.

When we broke up, I tried to take off my coat and give it back to her, but she refused.

She said, let you wear it. It will be better. Just bring it back to her at school tomorrow.

Then she left my sight.

For the first time in my life, I felt a kind of warmth enter my neglected heart.

With that dazzling light, the darkness was driven away. Although she didn't know me better, she at least once cared about me, which at least made me deeply feel the warmth of being cared about.

At that moment, I was moved

Writing an 800-word composition is a bit touching! Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! A major event happened on May 12 this year-a strong earthquake occurred in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province. We saw the family of the deceased crying on TV. We feel very sorry for them and hope to donate money to the victims like others.

The opportunity has finally come.

One day, the head teacher asked us if we would donate, and we would bring it tomorrow morning.

We all shouted without hesitation: I donated 10 yuan, I donated 40 yuan, I donated 50 yuan, and I donated all my pocket money ... At this moment, I saw Xiao Dan with his head down and silent.

Xiao Dan's father died when he was eight years old, and his mother was a mental patient. She can only live on the factory's monthly subsidy of more than RMB 100, and she eats tofu and vegetables every day.

Many of her clothes and shoes were given to her by kind people.

I thought: she will definitely not donate.

But the next day she took five dollars to donate.

Five dollars is nothing to others, but it is equal to her breakfast for five days, or even three meals for five days.

Teachers and classmates all said, "Xiao Dan, if your family is poor, don't donate."

"No, I want to donate," she said. "I have food and home every day, but the victims have no food and home.

"When everyone knew that this five dollars was her garbage collection, all the students clapped their hands in unison, and some even shed tears of excitement.

This incident is really touching, and I will never forget it!

Help me write a composition about moving. Living in this vast world, I am moved every day.

Moved by human wisdom and selflessness.

I think of my beloved teacher.

The ancients said: "Ancient scholars must have teachers and teachers, so they preach and teach.

"Yes, they are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

They are like gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland.

They are like chalk, silently dedicating themselves.

They are like a lamp in navigation, pointing out the direction for us.

In class, the teacher's gushing cultivated us with his profound knowledge and watered us with his hard work and sweat.

Care about us with his selfless love.

After class, we can play games and games, but teachers should prepare lessons quickly so that we can have a good next class.

Teachers should also correct homework and summarize teaching methods so that students will not get twice the result with half the effort in their studies.

Every kind word from the teacher moved me.

Moved by every piece of chalk in the teacher's hand.

Moved by the eternal light in front of the teacher's window.

Moved by his selfless work spirit.

In my life, I was moved by heroes, and I admired his heroic deeds.

But sometimes I am often moved by those unknown and selfless behind-the-scenes heroes. Once, I watched CCTV's "Behind the Scene" program and was deeply moved. It's behind the dance Guanyin with a Thousand Hands. The performers of this dance are deaf and dumb. People behind the scenes must have spent a lot of time and experience rehearsing this dance. They have to teach them one by one and let them dance with their feelings. That's right. Only when people give flowers and applause to dancers again and again, I am deeply moved by the selflessness of these behind-the-scenes heroes. Thanks to my parents, they gave me life so that I could enjoy my family and get close to the society. May each of us touch others with sincerity and enjoy success with sincerity!

"Touched", a word full of humanistic color, is so touching.

We live in this moving world, and we are always touched by many things, big and small, every day.

A greeting when you are in trouble, an encouraging look when you are frustrated, an umbrella in the rain, and a cup of hot water when you are sick … all these things arouse our inner waves all the time and shake our emotions.

Especially the experience that my father repaired my car, I will never forget it.

Last Friday, when I came home from school, I found my bike missing. I called home and no one answered.

I was so anxious that I almost cried.

At this time, one of my companions said to take me home, and the other two companions also said.

With the help of these companions, I finally returned home.

As soon as I got home, I cried and told my parents that my bike had been stolen.

Dad comforted me and said, "Don't cry, it's gone. I will find a way for you. "

"The next morning, my father found two broken bicycles that he hadn't ridden for years and wanted to combine them.

But because my father is a handyman for others and has no time, I will call my grandfather first to see if the tire is broken. Do you want to buy parts and wait until he comes back at noon.

At noon, dad came back.

After dinner, he forgot to rest and immediately went to the yard to repair his bike.

I saw him there, tearing it apart, straightening up for a while, bending down for a while, his hands were covered with oil and sweat was running down his cheeks.

I said, "Dad, it's too hot. Take a break.

"Dad said," no, no, you go to bed.

"One day at noon, my father couldn't fix the bike and went to work in the afternoon.

In the evening, mom and grandma are wrapping jiaozi.

Soon, my father came back. As soon as he put down the shovel, he hurried to repair his bike.

After a while, grandpa also came to help him.

Jiaozi is ripe, but they haven't made it up yet.

Mother said, "let's eat first, and then finish it."

"We finished eating, grandparents left, and dad continued to repair.

My mother and I were both sleepy, so we went to bed. My father is still repairing it. I don't know when he fell asleep

When I got up the next day, an old but clean bike appeared in front of me. I went over and looked, "Ah, it's fixed!" "I'll go out and have a try, and it's quite penetrating. When I got on it, I had an indescribable feeling.

Dad, how much rest time did you sacrifice to keep your son from going to school?

For the sake of this family, you should keep going out to work. What can I give you in return, my father? I will study hard and live up to your expectations.

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