touched by a moment of my moment that moment y touched me.
That day, I went to buy flowers with my mom, in an inconspicuous street corner, surrounded by a large circle of people, from which came the exciting song, I was attracted by this full of feelings of the song, go over to see what happened. In the center of the crowd is a middle-aged man with a microphone, next to the two plastic chairs, sitting on an old woman, and a middle-aged woman holding a child of about 3,4 years old.
I can see that this is a family, but unlike normal people, they are all blind. There is a whiteboard on the ground, and I don't know which kind person wrote for them: We are all cataract patients, and have lost our eyesight, but we hope to raise enough money for the operation, so that our young children can see this beautiful world! I can't use an accurate word to describe what I felt in my heart at that moment, there was regret, sympathy, or a hint of hugging too. While I was meditating, it so happened that one song ended and the middle-aged man began a new one, and the middle-aged woman, presumably his wife, cheerfully chimed in for him and then immersed herself in his song as well.
"Three parts are destined by heaven, seven parts depend on hard work, and love of hard work is the only way to win", and all of a sudden, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers. I stood there for a long, long time, I just wanted to hear more of this singing from the depths of life.
They are different from the ordinary beggars who only lie on the street, blocking the pedestrians' way, and gazing at you with eyes that beg for pity. They have their own thoughts and actions, and use their own singing to bring joy and emotion to the audience, and to bring the world the notes of life, and to express their own determination to declare war on destiny and courage. At that moment, I was y moved.
I think cowardice is the soul of the kneeling, that day, in their bodies, we see the life of a real warrior. Maybe they have a humble position, maybe they don't have much enjoyment, maybe they can't even write their own names, maybe they haven't seen what their children look like, maybe... I can't even imagine what difficulties they have to overcome in their normal life in a family that consists of almost completely blind people! But they still bravely carry the burden of life on their own shoulders and earn their own living, they are tall, noble and noble! I will never forget the two women sitting on the stool longing for the light but without losing optimism, will not forget that waiting for the light of the living soul, and will not forget the man sang with a resolute voice and his powerful constantly waving his arms in the air.
They are the extraordinary people in this ordinary world. Everyone present was touched by this scene, because we saw the strong orphans of this beautiful world, this forgotten souls, this small lives bring us the faith to fight with fate.
I would say that their singing from the heart is the most heart-wrenching singing in the world. Since then, I have always been obsessed with the worship of heroes, began to look at a grain of sand, to look at a flower, and even to look at every ordinary citizen, in the depths of these things, realize the true greatness and eternity, and then the simple life is also a monumental work of eternity.
2. touched moment essayThe gaze touched me
The sun is setting, the west wind is tightening.
The leaves have fallen, and autumn has come on the tired fallen leaves. Autumn came, people also with the autumn sorrow, with the autumn thin. Thoughts have shaken off the leaves on the branches. The thoughts are hanging all over the branches of the tree, thinking about the fall of the autumn leaves, thinking about the fall of the leaves waiting for the children to come back to the reunion of the eyes.
The leaves are still falling, as if a group of tired butterflies from afar. There is a lonely figure under the fallen leaves, that is the mother, a mother looking into the distance waiting for her children to come home. She looked straight at the road in the distance, that gaze is so resolute. Convinced that there must be a figure of her children in front of her eyes. A firm heart, a pair of eager eyes, that gaze is too touching me.
I sighed, the development of the times fade away the human affection; I sighed, a hopeful heart, a pair of expectant eyes did not see the expected figure. I began to sigh, sigh we have more and more convenient cell phone, but not more and more greetings; sigh we have more and more fast transportation, but rarely go home to visit the mother's lonely figure under the falling leaves and the touching gaze; sigh we can send the satellite to the moon, but not to send our hearts to home. The time is developing, technology is progressing, and the distance between people and home is getting bigger and bigger.
Going home to the fallen leaves waiting for the return of their children's mothers a joy; home to a pair of expectant eyes a ray of hope; home to a lonely heart a comfort. Home is like a tree, and far away from his hometown is just a piece of fallen leaves, tree starting point is only one, and the end is also only one, go home to put you full of branches due to growth and green home. The mother's gaze is how touching, how she would like to have their own children's greetings, how I hope that the children like her to hold their hours, to hold her hand through the vicissitudes of the world, to walk through the life of the last course of the road.
Think of the smoke from the cooker because of the return of the wanderer and swaying, for the wanderer far away from home whether to see, whether to make them remember the way home. Don't let that touching gaze, look off the wanderers of the road of no return. Years can not reach out a hand for you to grasp the past clouds, cherish the present time, go back to look at the fallen leaves under the touching gaze it!
Leaves, still falling, as far as a burst of tired butterflies, quietly gathered up the beauty of their lives. Just for that one vow, a greeting or just that touching gaze.
ding zhou ......", with a burst of crisp *** ringing, the teacher announced that we are out of class. And urged us to say: "The snowstorm is coming soon, you have to go home quickly, can not stay and play on the roadside, must pay attention to safety!" My classmates and I immediately packed our bags and ran out of the classroom after hearing this.
To the side of the road, I saw the sky dark clouds rolling, the road, people are in a hurry to rush home, I also accelerated the pace. When I came to a crossroads, suddenly, a cyclist knocked a little girl to the ground, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he quickly rode away. I saw that the little girl's feet were skinned and blood was seeping out, and the girl was so scared that she cried. The pedestrians on the road didn't pay any attention to her. I felt sorry for her so I rushed over to her and used the hand towel that my mom had given me in my school bag to help her wipe the blood, and she cried and screamed, "It hurts! Ouch! It hurts ......!" I said, "You endure a little, wipe clean I will send you home, where do you live?" "In the Century Square," she choked, "What a coincidence! I live there too." I'm not going to be able to get the money to pay for it, but I'm going to be able to get it to pay for it.
Finally came to her door, she told me to arrive, I helped knock on the door, the little girl's mother welcomed us in and asked for clarification, and rushed to thank me, but also took out the candy and cookies to give me to eat, I'm very embarrassed to hurry home.
Walking on the way home, although the sky is gray, but I still feel extraordinarily happy. Because I did a very meaningful thing today, and at the same time understand that helping others can make you happy! I hope everyone can give a little love, never like that uncle as irresponsible for their own behavior!
3. A Touching Moment EssayA Touching Thing
In this world, there are many touching people, there are many touching things. They are like stars in the sky, twinkling and shining, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. There is a small thing like a star, shining in my heart, so that I can never forget.
It was a drizzly afternoon when a mother and daughter went downstairs for a walk. At that time, the air and the ground were relatively humid, exuding the fragrance of the soil. There are a few small water droplets on the green leaves, adding a few cute points to the green leaves. The flowers also popped up one after another. The sky is so blue, the air is so fresh, small insects also enjoy the gifts of nature. People have also come out one after another, adding a lot of vitality to this beautiful picture. The little girl ran and sang as if she were a beautiful and eye-catching butterfly in spring. She ran, jumped, sang, and in a short time came to a road they must pass by. There was still a bit of water on the path, and it looked very slippery. She was very careful to pull up her pants and walked step by step. When she saw that her mother was also coming, she shouted at her mother from a distance, "Mom, this road is very slippery, be careful! "Finished and smiled sweetly at her mother.
This is a small thing, but reflects the little girl that cares about other people's kind heart. Although it is just a short sentence, but it can reflect her love and honor her mother's feelings. I saw such a story, there is a child often help others, care for others, have happiness to share with others, others have sorrow she shared, and finally won a happy life. There was another student who grew up respecting his mother and depended on her for his life, but when he went to college, who would take care of his mother? He resolutely decided to take his mother to college. Its filial piety finally touched the principal and made a special exception for him to take his mother to school. You see, caring for others and respecting elders, this virtue is extolled by people. This incident has brought me a lot of inspiration, let me long to recall, people over everyone cares about others, respect for elders, then the world will be better
4. to move the moment as the theme, write a compositionTeachers are candles? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. No. I think teachers are more like a spring sowing fall harvest farmers, inadvertently harvested a part of the touch, a from the children's sincere and invaluable touch.
Out of the study has been more than a month, the heart really miss the children in the class, early this morning I came to the school to prepare for my first class, but also want to sneak to the class to see this group of "little naughty", but also let them surprise. As I walked along the school road, I wondered what the children's faces would be when they suddenly saw me. Would they be indifferent? Or will they be surprised? I know that before I left, I held a "criticism meeting" in the class, and I wondered if the little ones would hold a grudge. "Mr. Yang is back!" Shouting to interrupt my thoughts, fixed eyes to see the original is my class of the most naughty "yellow comrade", it seems that my goal was found by him, today's plan is lost, just want to call him, but he slipped out of sight. The heart suddenly lost, I am very terrible? Just as I was about to walk up the school building, I suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps, I looked, ah, it was the children of my class, they ran and jumped to me "rushed", screaming and jumping to me surrounded "Mr. Yang, you're back?" "Mr. Yang, what are you studying?" "Mr. Yang, why have you been gone for so long?" "Isn't Nanning fun? Why else would you go for a month?" "Teacher, it's great that you're back to teach us!" Looking at the children's surprised faces, my eyes were moist, this may be the world's most humble "welcome party" but it is not comparable to any gorgeous "welcome party". I remember that lesson really well!
"What's going on? You see, these dictations are wrong, how do you listen to the lesson? How did you listen to the lesson? Rewrite them all and hand them in for me to correct!" Because the children did not write the dictation of the word well I was very angry and said loudly, the children see me "dark clouds" atmosphere did not dare to come out, buried head to write up. After school, the children have gone back, I looked at a workbook handed in, thinking about how such a simple word is so wrong so much, the heart of the wrath of picking up the red pen hard to change. "Teacher, are you tired?" I don't know when, a few girls quietly walked to my side, I recognized the girl who asked me often distracted in class, so I answered in a bad mood: "Of course I'm tired, you don't listen!" "Teacher, we're obedient. Teacher let's help you pound your back okay? When my mom is tired I do this, she says it's very comfortable!" Before I could reflect, a pair of small hands had already gently "pounded" on my body, "Teacher, is it comfortable?" "Very comfortable, teacher is not tired at all, teacher is touched by you all and is going to cry." I said with a smile. After the children left, I really shed tears, but they were tears of happiness.
morning reading class *** ringing, I walked into the classroom to see the lead reading children have begun to "work", the heart of a burst of relief, but listen carefully, how to read is the second unit of the text, yesterday has read the second unit, today it should take the turn of the third unit, it seems to be the lead reading children yesterday did not listen carefully, I I asked the class to stop and then turned to the leader and asked him, "Are you reading this unit today?" The leader put his head down and didn't say anything. "Okay, just pay attention next time, now read unit three." I didn't want to waste time. The lead child didn't move, "What's wrong?" I asked. She timidly raised her head and whispered, "Teacher, yesterday you said you were going to quiz on Unit 2 so I led the reading of Unit 2 again, and we've already read Unit 3 before we got to class." What a sensible child, her attentiveness made me, the teacher, feel ashamed. "Good child, you are great! Teacher wants to applaud you!" I applauded vigorously, and the child smiled in embarrassment.
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What to do? There are a lot of moments that move me to write can not write, they live in the sweetest place in my heart, the longer the accumulation of time is more and more, is my inexhaustible wealth, when I am tired tired of these riches to bring to the fine taste of the smile on the cheeks again. All the touches add up to my love for the profession of teacher, I feel happy to be a teacher! Let my touch into the spring rain, moisturize the grass-like heart;
Let my happiness into the stream, leading the children's growth!
5. Essay My Most Moving MomentIt is often said that the feeling of a moment is the most real feeling. The most important thing to remember is that there are many different kinds of emotions in the world, and they all come together in a single moment. The moment is the most wonderful, the most beautiful, but also eternal.
I gently open the door of memory, that makes my heart ache, tears in the flow of a moment, although after many years, but I still remember vividly.
That is a poignant story: a hunter went poaching, accidentally startled the beast, saw that it was about to be caught, but was saved by the kind elephant. The hunter was very grateful to the elephant, but inadvertently touched the elephant's tusks, greed took over his heart, he picked up the shotgun aimed at the elephant's head, when the elephant is still very naive to look at him. Just at the moment when the hunter pulled the trigger, I cried. Tears flowed down unknowingly. The sound of the gunshot pierced the night sky and tore my heart.
In that moment, I understood the greed of human beings, cruelty. I was ashamed of such human beings, and I felt unworthy of what that elephant did. Animals are human's friends, aren't they? We share the same life with them, and we have no right to take away their lives.
Countless nights, I dreamed of people holding shotguns, that one elephant fell in a pool of blood, eyes full of incomprehension and doubt. In that moment, I seemed to see the elephant back on its feet again, and it was laughing non-stop, laughing full of contempt, laughing so much that it gave me chills. It was laughing at human beings, at those who would do anything for money. I woke up every time from the sound of laughter, and my pillow was wet.
That moment was brief, but it ran deep in my mind. The beasts are not really scary, really scary is human, is addicted to money, is for money by any means of human. Such human beings do not have seven feelings and six desires, their blood is cold, and their hearts are hard as iron.
At the moment of the gunshot, I awakened, and so should all mankind. Our most sincere friends are calling our souls. Can't those hard, iron facts wake us up?
Wake up, humanity!
People often ask, "How far away is forever?" No one knows, because "forever" is a conceptually vague word, no one knows its exact distance in time and space, but only the feeling that it should be continuous, without end, without boundaries. The concept of fuzzy also appears to be vague and unreliable, but people often like to put it on the lips, thinking that this can be eternal.
However, I like the actual fleeting moments. A moment of coziness, warmth or moving inadvertently spread in the heart space. After many years will still be in the mind, the heart will still be like quicksand shallow surge of joy or sadness.
When the busy day with the nightfall and left, you have to sit quietly at the desk, let the water of the moonlight pouring on the desktop, and you will be covered with the body. On the table just brewed a cup of tea is wafting the faint scent of tea, you just lit a cigarette in the hands of a curl of smoke, this moment of coziness may be in your mind to leave an eternity. Years later, you will still be fond of that moment of romantic feelings.
Have you ever spent time in a small town in the South? When the day just dawn, you have woken up, lying in bed, but do not want anything, just lying quietly, looking out of the window four sides of the sky. The sky is blue and there are birds skimming by the window. The morning breeze rushes in from the window, lifting the square cloth curtains, caressing your face, vaguely, you can smell the faint earthy fragrance of wildflowers. At this time, "sell bowl cake", "sell bean flower" yells, from this side of the window to that side, you suddenly returned to childhood in a trance. In fact, your memory, a long time ago, there was a moment of eternity.
The passing years have the potential to reduce lovers to friends, and even friends to strangers. Feelings can not withstand the changes of the years, indifferent, but when you think of her, your mind will still flash her affectionate look back? Those short but cozy moments have always resided in your heart. Ask yourself, in that moment, the tenderest part of your heart will still have a hidden pain and sadness, but also accompanied by a little happiness and sweetness? Human emotions are complex, pain and happiness often coexist. The moment of tenderness is the constant thought of your sleepless night?
Have you ever watched a sunset by the bay? When the blushing face of the sunset will be covered by the western mountains, the sky that gorgeous fire clouds in full swing, the whole world suddenly golden light. The return of the fishing boats, soaring gulls, the blurred silhouette of distant mountains, the sparkling sea reflecting the sky full of colorful clouds, everything constitutes a wonderful picture. The waves gently undulate, kissing your feet, fine sand will be squeezed out of your toes, itchy, just like when you were a child, your little friend with a naughty hand to tickle your feet. Everything around seems peaceful and calm. Looking back to the North Bay, the lights are like bright stars, streamlined around the island road street lamps in the thin twilight in the infinite extension of ...... this time, please do not sigh "sunset infinitely good, just near dusk," you look at the coast on the cool people, look at the group of chasing playful children, listen to the children's voices. The children, listen to their laughter, you will understand in an instant, today's sunset, is not tomorrow's rising sun? This is the unchanging eternity of the universe, but also the eternity of your life!
The clock can be reversed, but can time? Flowers can re-bloom, but people still have reincarnation? Eternal things, only a short time, but from the moment it flashes, it is not destined to be so beautiful, so ordinary, inadvertently branded in the bottom of your heart, your life will be because of this many, many a moment of eternity and beautiful and heavy!
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Moving Moment 。。。。。。。。。。。 Friday, June 22nd, 2007 at 3:59 pm A person's life is like this, there will always be a lot of a moment, but all of these moments will be with the passage of time and gradually disappear.
When you are lost, you may be moved by a word of comfort for others, which is like a long drought, but a long time will change your mood, no longer feel so moved, because you have adapted to accept the touch of others.
When you are in love, you will feel that your friend is the most beautiful, but when you get married one day, you will suddenly realize that your lover how to be so unable to withstand your appreciation ah? Than more people on the street, she is no longer so beautiful and moving in your mind, no longer let you moved, this is the time in slowly will your heart too change, let you slowly accept the charm of the love of your life, so that your heart is also the same slowly calm.
Each person's life has a lot of, can let you move for a moment, but we need more is to let you life are touched by a moment. Whether it's something that moves you or someone that moves you, don't just let your heart shake and no longer remember things that don't belong to you, just belong to the memories.
Plain does not mean there will be no surprise, just you do not have the heart of the region to find it, life is the need to experience and discover the heart, because the heart you will feel different.
Think about the things you experience in life, and the people you meet, and those who let you touch a moment, you are happy, happy, not lonely, not lonely. This is life, because your life is rich, and there are so many moments that move you.
To be touched again is to be grateful for all that life has given you! But don't cry! Oh
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7. Essay "The Moment That Moved Me" "The Moment That Moved Me" should have examples,While flipping through the book, a ginkgo biloba leaf slipped quietly. I stooped down, picked it up, and realized that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school, and it was written on the back, "Cherish, my friend." I don't remember if I felt the urge to cry at that time, but now, the yellowed leaves are already dripping with tears. I remembered that there is another kind of emotion in this world called moving. For a long time, I seem to have forgotten what it's like to be touched, is my heart already cold, or my heart is filled with some insignificant things that have no space? A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we will pass by, not because of no fate, but our lives less than two words - moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, we no longer collect the slightest touch around us, only when we miss it, and then look back, only to find that we really lost a lot. There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer things in the world to be touched by. However, as long as we quietly think about it, you will find that, in fact, moving all the time, everywhere. Tired of reading, parents for us to peel an apple, is touched; thirsty, a friend to help you play back a cup of water, is touched; frustrated, to get a word of relief, is touched; happy, a friend to share the joy with you, is touched; ordinary days, received a small blessing, even if it is just a flower petal, a leaf, is also touched... ... People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps it is because they are ordinary that we are sometimes blind to them. There is a saying: "The reason why a man is touched is because he lives in love." There is love in the dust, there is love on earth, and what reason do we have to let the mediocrity blind our eyes and can not feel the taste of moving it? What is moving? A thousand people have a thousand answers. But, no matter who, can not say to an emotionless person what is touched. Because moving is not with the mouth to say out, but with the heart to taste out.