A scene that moved me, an 800-word composition.

The story originated from an ordinary traffic accident. At that time, I was engaged in property management in a residential area and rushed to the scene as soon as I received the news. The scene is horrible. There is a bicycle and its owner under a small wagon, lying quietly in a pool of blood. The driver who caused the accident is missing. According to witnesses, the driver got off the bus, took a look at the car, immediately called the emergency number 120, and left the scene without thinking.

The victim suddenly climbed out of the car before the ambulance and traffic police arrived. We found that his "blood" turned out to be Chili sauce, and the only obvious injury was a broken left leg. He clearly told me that he was a suburban farmer and rode to the community to sell Chili sauce. He just fainted and was not seriously injured.

The ambulance and the traffic police arrived at the same time. The doctor immediately examined the injured person and concluded that his left leg was crushed, and other parts could not see how serious the injury was. Of course, I have to go to the hospital for a more detailed examination. I'm relieved. It seems to be a false alarm. Now I must help the traffic police find the driver who caused the accident at once.

But just then, a shocking news came. The driver ran to the balcony of the stairs on the fourth floor of a residential building and jumped. This is really complicated. The scene was shocked again. The driver stood there crying and a retired worker fell to the ground.

The story here is a bit bizarre. Retired workers passed by when the driver jumped over the guardrail. In desperation, he bravely rushed forward and caught the falling body. As a result, the rescued person was safe and sound, but the old worker broke two ribs. The whole incident became a legend because of the old worker's courageous deeds, and he had the so-called "news eye". But when a friend of mine interviewed the old worker and asked him if he was afraid afterwards,

The story is over, but ordinary accidents, for unexpected reasons, complicate its aftermath.

The driver is poor, with an old mother, a wife and children. He relies on his own income to support his family. In order to take care of him, the unit asked him to drive a small four-wheeled car and run short-distance transportation in the factory. Therefore, in the face of sudden troubles, his heart is dying, and he has only one thought: death!

The old worker is even more admirable. When he learned about the driver's family, he refused all compensation and paid the medical expenses himself. The biggest worry is that the injured farmer can stay in the hospital for a year and a half until the accident party meets his requirements. There are many examples like this. But the progress of things is completely beyond my expectation. That day, the driver went to the hospital to visit the injured. Someone asked him a question: "You don't want to live, why do you remember?" Obviously unprepared, he paused and said, "What if he can still be saved?" Because of this sentence, we were moved and the injured were moved. The next day, he insisted on leaving the hospital. He said, "Let's go home and raise it. We can't be wrong! "

Now that I think about it, if there is any important factor in the smooth settlement of the whole thing, it can only be kindness. Kindness is the most basic character in human nature and the simplest beauty in human nature. Only in good soil can flowers with higher morality bloom. We can't ask every ordinary person, but if we are kind, then the world will be better.

anonymous

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember if I wanted to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. I remember there is another 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 it filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "We passed each other 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 touches 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. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that moving is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is 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. ...

Man, how many ordinary things touch him 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 love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blind us and not feel the taste 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 is touched, because it is not spoken with your mouth, but with your heart.

Touched, such as refreshing spring. Drinking spring water makes our hearts clear and bright.

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

Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.

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

Anatomy: This article has two points worth learning. First, it is based on life, although fragmentary, but it is linked by the line of "moving", although scattered, it is a whole. Second, the language expression is full of enthusiasm, especially at the end of the article, a set of metaphors and parallelism, which not only concretizes the abstract things "touching", but also expresses the feelings to the climax, which is very infectious.

On May 12, 2008, affected by the Wenchuan earthquake, the teaching building of Dong Qi Middle School in Deyang City, Sichuan Province collapsed instantly. He was teaching students in this teaching building at that time. At the moment of the earthquake, he was like an angel in a fairy tale, lying on the desk with open arms, guarding the four students under him. Four students were saved, but he was unfortunately killed and gave his life of 5 1 year.

A pair of arms that spread countless knowledge withstood the pressure of fate at the moment of the earthquake and regained four young lives from the hands of death. The scar on the arm clearly records all this, and also shows us an unparalleled power of human beings. Tan Qianqiu, an ordinary teacher in Qidong County, Hunan Province, graduated from Hunan University 1982 and has been rooted in Sichuan for 27 years.

As Zhang Chunxian, secretary of Hunan Provincial Party Committee, said, in the face of major disasters, Mr. Tan Qianqiu was able to seek the realm without me, and his spirit was immortal. He is a great hero and a great people's teacher. The love in his heart, like his name, has flowed for generations. He embodies the spirit of our Hunan people's courage to take responsibility and the spirit of Huxiang culture. His wonderful moment of spreading his arms like an eagle tells us that there is another existence in this world that we have struggled for a long time.

Some people are alive and he is dead; Some people died, but he is still alive. Tan Qianqiu bought four students' tomorrows with his own life, which is a model for later generations. As a native of Qidong, Tan Qianqiu, I am heartbroken, happy and proud, and proud of the heroes in my hometown. Here, I use the custom of my hometown to light a long firecracker for you and sprinkle some paper money. Have a nice trip home. I hope you will continue to spread your wings of love in heaven.