What touched my composition?

What is touching? Just sad tears? No, moving is our truest emotional expression. Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; I was touched when my friend came to help you get up after running and fell down. I was touched when my classmates came to say a few words of comfort after I failed the exam. After reading a story, you will also be moved.

This is the story of a girl who is eager to get sick.

Being sick is a terrible thing, which will make us feel uncomfortable. However, there is such a girl who is eager to be sick and is eager to be sick all her life.

When she was very young, her mother died and her father married a woman with a little brother. The father loves his younger brother, and the stepmother cares for him everywhere. Different from the usual stories, the father and stepmother never scold and abuse the girl, but only give her indifference, a complete indifference. Since then, the girl has become withdrawn and doesn't like to associate with people. In her own words, "I wish they could scold me once."

A lonely girl is struggling in such a cold environment. All this seems to be wrapped around her like a thick fog, and no matter how she escapes, she can't get rid of it.

An unexpected illness made her yearn for the warmth for a long time and returned to her side. Lying on the bed with weak limbs, she vaguely saw all this: her father asked for leave and sat beside her bed to watch over her, her stepmother took off the veil of indifference in the past and bought medicine for her everywhere, and even her naughty brother became much more clever. The girl was still in pain physically, but this time, she smiled so sweetly.

The girl seems to understand some truth: If you make yourself miserable, you can make yourself loved.

She learned a trick: constantly increasing her chances of getting sick. Serious and not serious, as long as it is not fatal, she is willing!

A lonely girl can realize her dream by destroying herself in this way-she can love others and get love from herself!

this kind of life lasted for half a year. Once, she wanted to break her left leg and lie in bed to enjoy the warmth of being loved for several months. But this time, she didn't grasp the scale of injury, which caused her left leg to be disabled for life, that is to say, she will be in a wheelchair all her life.

She thought: What is it to lose a leg in order to get love?

at night, she said to the starry sky, Oh, my God, is it so? Will I get love all my life?

after reading this story, I was moved. People really need to grow up in adversity, but the most important thing is to be embraced by true love. Just like the girl who is eager to get sick, she is willing to lose a leg in order to get love!

this is not so much a story as a true portrayal of real life. It is human nature that people are eager to love and be loved, but when love is incomplete, people's desire for love is even stronger. Isn't this just like the little tree behind the house twisting its body in order to earn a ray of sunshine? Let us remember every touch around us, give the people around us the most sincere love, and let all people bathe in the sunshine of love!

The mobile phone number that makes people cry

One day, when I was walking on the road, my mobile phone rang, and the voice of a young girl in the microphone said, "Dad, come back soon, I miss you so much!" Intuitively, I know it's another wrong number, because I have no daughter and no son. It is not surprising that such things happen these days. I said angrily, "Wrong number!" He hung up the phone.

in the next few days, this phone call came from time to time, which upset me. Sometimes I refused rudely, and sometimes I simply didn't answer it.

On that day, this phone call came again and again. Different from usual, I kept dialing persistently even though I never answered it. I finally held my temper and began to answer, but the girl's faint voice said, "Dad, come back quickly. I miss you so much!" Mom said this number is not wrong. It's your mobile phone number. Dad, I'm so distressed! Mom says you are busy at work, and she takes care of me alone every day. I am exhausted. Dad, I know you are very hard. If you can't come, will you kiss Niu Niu again on the phone? " I couldn't refuse the child's naive request. I kissed the microphone a few times, and I heard the intermittent voice of the child: "Thank you … Dad, I'm so … happy, so … happy ……"

Just as I gradually became interested in this wrong number, it was not a girl who answered the phone, but a deep female voice: "I'm sorry, sir, it must have caused you a lot of trouble these days. I wanted to call you to apologize after I had dealt with the matter. The child's life is very bitter. She was born with bone cancer. Her father was killed by a car accident not long ago. I really dare not tell her the news. Every day's chemotherapy and constant pain have tortured the child pitifully enough. When the pain was the most unbearable for her, her mouth always shouted her father who used to encourage her to be strong. I really couldn't bear to see the child like this, so I just made up a mobile phone number that day ... "

" How is the child now? " I can't wait to ask.

"Niu Niu has already left. You must have kissed her on the phone at that time, because she left with a smile. When she left, she was still clutching the mobile phone that could hear the voice of' Dad' in her small hand ..."

I don't know when, my eyes are blurred ...

Since we stepped into this boundless world, we have been slowly taught the world from a blank sheet of paper by the rolling world of mortals.

Touched by life

Walking quietly by the lake, it was a sunny evening, and I enjoyed the picturesque scenery leisurely.

It's April weather. The warm sunshine caresses people's faces intimately. The sky is as blue as sapphire, and the white clouds are fluttering lightly. The grass on the shore enjoys the kindness of the spring girl, and the little green head is swaying in the wind. The beautiful magnolia is in bud, and it is shy to open, elegant and quiet; The golden winter jasmine is in bloom, welcoming the arrival of spring; Peach blossoms are in full bloom and pink, like a little girl's red lips. When the breeze blows, petals fall, which is probably the pink tears shed by peach blossoms! I looked up and saw that the willow trees were blooming and dancing, just like a girl showing her beautiful figure. Occasionally, a few swallows fly freely and draw a beautiful arc from the sky.

Spring is full of vigor and vitality. I feel the vitality, beauty and preciousness of life. I felt an inexplicable touch in my heart, a longing for life! I was moved to tears. Isn't this beautiful scenery just like our colorful life? Life is beautiful and short. The setting sun lovingly plated the lake with Phnom Penh, and the sparkling lake jumped, with my heart rippling ... < P > How much touch and vitality life has given us. No one doesn't want to have life, and no one doesn't want to prolong life. It is a good thing for people to live. We should spend our lives well to repay the world.

moved

There is a glass in my heart, which contains large and small ones; Something red and green. That's my bittersweet recording chip. I randomly took a small piece from it and inserted it into the wave of my memory-< P > I was very playful as a child. There is a small river near the school. The water is especially clear and green. In summer, there are a lot of fish and shrimp in the river. Especially the big lobster, either slightly floating on the water or vaguely hidden in the grass. That big lobster is also very easy to take the bait, and it is two or three at a time. Looking at the look and joy of my friends, I also felt itchy and joined the shrimp fishing team. Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on an empty space and fell into the river. I was flopping about in the water, shouting-------a teacher happened to pass by, and he rushed down the river beach without undressing, so he rushed into the water and dragged me ashore. I don't know if I was shocked by falling into the water, or I was young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, but I was not touched-

I was still so playful in primary school. Tireless during the day, I sleep very hard at night and often can't get up in the morning. In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in a hurry. At noon, my stomach naturally sang an uncomfortable "empty city plan", and the appearance of my classmates with relish made me almost drool. At this time, the head teacher always takes out half of the rice in her box and lets me share it with her. Strangely, the teacher always eats very little, but she always says she is full. I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I was still not moved-

When I was in middle school, I was faced with the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden, so I had no choice but to say goodbye to the fun. I immerse myself in the sea of books and topics every day. Teachers also hold fast, often with one front leg in and one rear leg out. I have a strong nature. In order to make my grades not too embarrassing, I really never tire of learning and asking questions. As soon as I am free, I will consult my teacher. Sometimes even the teacher has to be caught while eating. Teachers often put down their rice bowls at once, wiping the sweat from their foreheads and patiently giving me answers. Maybe it's the pressure of studying, or I'm busy squeezing time. Facing the teacher's slightly tired face, I'm still not moved-

I'm about to take the senior high school entrance examination, and I've worked harder to get on the wooden bridge, which is just like forgetting to eat and sleep. Once, I fell asleep in English class. Surprisingly, the teacher was by my side, and even more surprisingly, she didn't wake me up. After class, she just said softly, "You'll catch cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the wisps of bangs blowing in the breeze, my eyes-

The memory wheel stopped turning, my thoughts were brought back to reality, and my face felt a little cold and salty. Is this touching? ! This is touching!

When turning the page, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that it was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it said, "Take care, friend!" " I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now, there are already drops of tears on the yellow leaves. Think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

for a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is my heart filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed by was not because we missed each other, but because we were missing two words in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touch around us. Only when we miss it and look back, do we find that we really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer moving things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that, in fact, moving is everywhere.

Tired from studying, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was very touching. When you are thirsty, your friend will help you get a glass of water back, which is touching; When depressed, getting a comforting word is touching; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share happiness with you; On an ordinary day, I received a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf, it is also touching ... < P > People are touched by many ordinary things every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality 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 there is affection in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel the feeling of being moved?

what is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what it is to be moved. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

moving, like refreshing spring. Drinking the sweet spring makes our hearts clear and bright.

moving, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

moving, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciate the snow, and our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world. Cold and heartless.

Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!

moving of happiness

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness.

it snowed heavily that winter. On the night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain the joy. The continuous firecrackers are filled with a warm atmosphere when the Spring Festival comes. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange lights, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in this winter night painting.

I will never forget how my parents brought me up. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and made my little flower grow happily and vigorously. I can't remember how many times I fell, and my parents cheered me up and stood up again with encouraging eyes and kind smiles. I can't forget how many nights I was reviewing my lessons under the light, and my parents were sitting under the light, silently accompanying me in the middle of the night-I can't remember how many little things were full of parents' love, and I can't forget how many parents' sun-like care-

Suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously moist in the dancing of snowflakes. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly felt moved and felt that I should do something for it. The next day, I would like to surprise my parents.

I got up quietly at first light the next day. The heavy snow like goose feather all night made the earth bright, and even the sunlight from the window was so dazzling. I quickly pushed open the door, pushed the door open, and I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house, with a playful look, a big red hat on her head, waving a "big hand" and grinning sweetly. With a snort, I couldn't help laughing. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll. It turned out to be mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly. My nose is suddenly sour, and tears can't help flowing down. I wanted to give my parents a-

I didn't expect them to-face their parents' smiles, and I was speechless. In that snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-

I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you? When I walked towards you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a bunch of spray, but you gave me the whole ocean. " Yes, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad? You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me luck.