One thing that moved me was that I wrote about 300 words.

Walking on the tree-lined road, flowers and plants dot 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: "Events are not lack of beauty, but 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? ..................................................................................................................................................................................

I remember a prisoner who was desperate for life. He thought in prison, "If I can arouse any praise, I will live." After thinking hard for three days, I remembered that the teacher once said that the duck he pinched was "a little ugly, but quite innovative." It is this trivial sentence that deeply touches a soul and becomes 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.

Be moved

Recently, TV newspapers often report some news, reflecting the low quality of Nanjing people. But there is one thing that makes me proud to be a Nanjing person.

It was a Saturday. I go to class by bus No.97, which leaves less times and is very crowded. After class, just as I was walking on the new model road, a strange sight happened. A long winding dragon, lined up along the street, has no beginning or end, and the number is no less than hundreds. The momentum is really shocking.

I'm a little confused, hurriedly come forward to ask. I didn't know this was waiting in line for the 97 bus until I asked! I'm a little scared. I don't know when it's my turn to queue up! An idea flashed through my mind. ...

At this moment, I saw a little girl younger than me coming with her mother. Seeing such a long queue, she couldn't help wondering, "Mom, what are you doing?" Mother bent down to tidy her daughter's clothes, pressed her daughter's round face and said kindly, "Are they waiting in line for the bus?" A sleepy little girl leaned against her mother and asked her mother in that childish voice, "shall we take the 97 bus home?" The mother nodded and kissed her daughter on the cheek. The little girl seemed very excited to hear her mother's answer and said innocently, "Mom, let's wait in the back!" " "After listening to her daughter, the mother nodded knowingly. The little girl seems to be a little charged, holding her mother's hand and skipping to the back of the line. I saw the little girl holding her mother and smiling so brightly. People around you also laughed. I'm imagining that in the future, she may beg her mother to line up every time she takes the bus.

I was infected by this atmosphere and joined this huge team. Men and women, old and young, came from all directions in an endless stream, and the team was gradually growing. No one cut in line, but everyone consciously came to the end of this "long line". Soon, the No.97 bus came, and the passengers got on the bus in an orderly way. The long line moved forward step by step. I didn't expect to get on the bus soon. It seems a little earlier than before. When I got home, I told my father about it. He seemed a little incredulous, but I was finally convinced by my confident words.

Who says Nanjing people are poor in quality and who says Nanjing people are citizens of Xiaojing? But I am proud of Nanjing and Nanjing people. I dare to ask, where is the bus order as good as ours? Although this is not a famous historical site or a beautiful scenic spot, I think this landscape is better than Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and Yuhuatai!

Touching in life

I envy watching a group of children roller skating downstairs. I can't, so I can only watch!

It seems that they are going to have a game, but they stand in two rows, a group of boys and a group of girls, each wearing a helmet. Mothers also put knee pads on them, so their arms and knees are tied tightly. Fighting is really like a little soldier going to war. The boy was eager to try, jumped on the wheel, danced and jumped. A bean-sized sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, but it couldn't erase his smile at all.

But the scene here is different for girls. A little girl wearing a pink helmet is crying, "I … I … don't … don't stand first!" "

Coach is a young man, hugging the crying baby in front of him. "Don't be afraid, you can do it! Don't cry, don't cry, be strong! "

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of losing!"

Dad came running, too, and his chubby body tried to squat down to comfort his baby daughter. "What are you afraid of losing?" Don't be afraid, dad is here. "

"That you have to cheer me up, be sure to cheer me up! Dad! " The childish voice was irresistible, and the girl pursed her lips and plunged into her father's arms.

"Go!"

The boys all tried their best, as if they all regarded themselves as transformers, or ate spinach, so powerful that they rushed forward, put on all kinds of strange movements and enjoyed close contact with the wind. "Kill", bravely forward, the wheel on that foot is rolling rapidly, as if to fly. The girl seems to be a little stumbling, and the wheels under her feet are not obedient. They turn back and forth and "plop plop" all fall to the ground.

Dad's voice appeared again, "get up, it's okay, hurry up, it's not too late!" " "

"Come on, come on!"

The little girl stood up bravely, bit her lip tightly and walked forward step by step, only to find that she had lost when she came back.

"Nothing, nothing, you tried your best, you are very brave!"

"It doesn't matter if you lose, you will always be the champion!"

The little girl was very silent, and suddenly she seemed to remember something, "Did you cheer for me!" " "

"Yes, yes!"

"The voice is not loud enough. If I hear it, I will definitely win!"

"Well, next time I must shout louder, ok, my lovely daughter?

At this moment, I want to thank love, which makes our life so wonderful. Don't be afraid, you can do it, don't cry, be strong, come on, it's okay, get up, you tried your best, you are brave, you are the champion.

3. Deeply moved

Touched, it seems only for a moment. However, at that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me unforgettable and make me cry!

During that time, my heart was dark and I couldn't seem to cheer up anymore. Grandpa died, and so did my grandfather who loved me the most. His tears have dried up and his eyes are no longer clear, staring at one place all day.

The teacher can only sigh frequently when his grades plummet. I don't know from which day, I found several pieces of paper stapled together in my schoolbag, which wrote the key contents of teachers in various subjects. Beautiful and clean handwriting. Who wrote it? Why did he or she give me an extra note?

I never watch it, but I throw it aside every time and keep thinking about my grandfather.

The paper piled higher and thicker. Who on earth has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which puzzled me, was finally solved by me after a section on physical education class.

Physical education class finished class that day, and I trudged back to the classroom. I just walked into the classroom and happened to see someone in my position. Who is that man? I saw that man slowly turn around, and both he and I were surprised. It turned out to be him, the one who had been against me in study! I immediately stepped forward, stared at him and said, "What are you doing? Do you feel sorry for me? Remember, no matter how depraved I am, I don't want your charity! " After that, I took out some pieces of paper that he had just stuffed into my schoolbag and tore it smartly. For an instant, the whole classroom was silent.

Without saying a word, he quietly returned to his position and began to bury himself in writing. Soon, a piece of paper flew over. I opened it, and it read such beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven. Cheer up quickly, no one is competing with me for the first place, I'm not used to it!

After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable and had a complicated feeling. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I tried not to let them fall. I went up to him again and shouted at him, "You don't have to mind my business! If you're not used to it, you're not used to it. Don't interfere with me! Why are you tired of taking the first place? You don't have to show off in front of me! " After saying the last sentence, I turned back to my seat smartly. He bowed his head and said nothing.

The next day, I thought there would be no more notes. Unexpectedly, there were, and there were two copies, yesterday and today. Suddenly, tears came out, and I suddenly realized. ...

Before that, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart ... from then on, I treated life happily and optimistically!