A 600-word essay on a thing that moved me, Part 1. There are many things that moved me in life. They are like crystal gems, countless. Today, I will take out a bright gem and tell you about it. On Children’s Day when I was ten years old, I went to an event to sell newspapers and donate money to disabled children. In a bustling square, the organizer dressed us in bright volunteer uniforms, tied us with blue ribbons, and gave us five newspapers each. We transformed into small businessmen selling newspapers. . At first, I was extremely excited. When I met a pedestrian, I stopped him and asked expectantly: "Uncle, do you want to buy a newspaper?" My uncle glanced at me and waved to me. I happily ran to him, and he shouted: "No! No!" !" He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears. I was ruthlessly rejected. But I was not discouraged and went to stop an aunt again. Women are said to be soft-hearted. Unexpectedly, the aunt didn't even stay and said disdainfully: "Now that we all have mobile phones, who still reads newspapers?" After shouting for a long time, I Still nothing. At this time, I found a sloppy old man following me. He was over seventy years old and skinny, and he was carrying a large, tattered bag behind him. There were various things in it, but they were all shabby and exuded a disgusting smell. Oh my God! It’s terrible! Every time I try to get around him, he keeps following me closer and closer, almost making my newspaper taste bad. I turned around and said to him bluntly: "Grandpa, my newspaper is for disabled children. I sell it for donations. It is not garbage. Please stop following me!" I thought that the grandfather would be disappointed. He walked away, but his eyes sparkled: "That's great, I also want to help disabled children. Children, how do you sell your newspapers?" I was stunned and asked in disbelief: "You want to buy newspapers? ?" The old man put down his garbage bag, took out a few rolled and wrinkled coins from his pocket, and handed them to me. For a moment, I felt like I was electrified, and the warmth of emotion overflowed throughout my body. The old grandfather took the two newspapers he bought from me, picked up the tattered garbage bag, shouted loudly, and limped out of my sight. His back was so tall that I was in awe. Leo Tolstoy said: Human beings are given a job, which is spiritual growth. Although the grandfather's work was hard, I was moved by his selfless and great heart! A year later, I still remember this incident freshly, and I still remember the grandfather's shouting that moved me. 600-word essay 2 The night is more beautiful because of the bright moon, the stream is clearer because of the pebbles, the flowers are more delicate because of the green leaves, and the world is more perfect because of the touch. There is a small thing in life that left a deep impression on me. Grandpa's deep love surrounds me warmly. Maybe in my memory, other things have slowly faded with the passage of time, but this incident will always be engraved in my heart. I remember that time, my stomach hurt for several days and I felt uncomfortable. I couldn't eat anything, I just held my nose and took medicine. My grandparents felt very uncomfortable seeing me losing weight day by day, and they prepared delicious food for me in different ways every day. One night, it was pouring with rain, and I suddenly wanted to eat oranges, so I muttered casually: "It would be great to have sweet oranges!" I just said casually, thinking that my grandpa would definitely buy me oranges tomorrow. of. Unexpectedly, my grandfather turned around twice on the ground and said, "There is something going on at work. I have to go take a look." After saying that, regardless of my grandma and I's strong protests, he picked up his umbrella and rushed into the rain with lightning speed. .
I silently prayed in my heart that grandpa would not get wet! Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, and nine o'clock passed by one minute and one second. I was about to fall asleep when I vaguely heard a knock on the door. Yeah! Grandpa is back. I rushed out in a hurry, opened the door and saw that my grandfather's clothes were all wet. The water droplets dripped down his collar and trouser legs into several thin rain lines. His shoes were also filled with water, and they looked like a Soaked chicken. Grandpa said to me despite being covered in mud and water: "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's sour." Looking at the bright yellow oranges, not only did my nose feel sore, tears rolled in my eyes, and all kinds of thoughts came to my mind. It was so late, it was raining heavily, and the nearby fruit shops were closed. For these oranges, grandpa had to go a long way around. Suddenly, a warm love instantly surrounded me. Now, although this incident has been a long time ago, I still remember it fresh. It will become the brightest star in the sky in my memory.
A thing that moved me 600 words essay 3 On the road of growth, the sun and the moon fly by, time flies, many things go with the wind, some things are dull, some things are endless aftertaste, but Some things are insignificant, but there is one thing that moved me so much that I will never forget it. I still remember it was a Saturday morning. It was cold that day. When I was still sleeping, I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my throat and a high fever on my forehead. I said feebly: "Mom, I have a headache." But my mother didn't come over, but my father was anxious. I ran over and asked anxiously: "Baby, what's wrong with you?" "I have a headache." I answered forcefully. After hearing what I said, my father immediately replied: "Mom went out to buy groceries. She won't be back for a while, so let me take a look first." He touched my hot forehead with his big, cool hand and said anxiously: "Okay. It's hot and I have a high fever." He hurriedly dressed me, put me in the car, and drove to the hospital twice as fast as usual. When he got to the hospital, he picked me up and went straight to the registration office and hung up. No. and ran into the infirmary again. At this moment, the mobile phone rang, and my father answered the phone: "Who is it? Come on! I'm busy! My son has a high fever! Hang up first! We'll talk about it later. ." He hung up the phone. It turned out that a customer of mine came to my house to buy something. Seeing that no one was home, he turned on the phone. At this time, I was extremely moved because my father gave up the opportunity to make money for me. I took the medicine and returned home. As soon as I got home, my father heard my stomach protesting and knew that I was hungry. I asked with concern: "Are you hungry? Let me make you something to eat!" I nodded. Dad went into the kitchen and started cooking in a hurry. Since Dad didn't cook often, either the old wine was poured or the chicken essence was spilled. Not long after, dad came over with a bowl of fragrant noodles. I tasted it, and my father asked: "Is it delicious?" I nodded excitedly. Although this bowl of noodles was not as delicious as my mother's, it was full of father's love. It's been a long time since this happened, but it often appears in my dreams. Every time I think of it, warmth will flow into my heart. I would like to bury it deeply in my heart and make it a beautiful memory in my life.
A 600-word essay on something that moved me, Part 4. The rain at night was very cold. The raindrops reflected the hazy shadow of the moon, slipped from the leaves, and disappeared from the world. Just as he was sighing, "It's so miserable, so miserable, so sad, so miserable," a smile flashed through my mind again, echoing for a long time. I couldn't help but be moved by the small trees beside the ancient alley looming in the fog, accompanied by the slightest scent of tea. When I opened the door, I was surrounded by a mist-like tea set. When the smell of tea dissipated, I opened my eyes and realized how quiet the teahouse turned out to be. Several wooden stools surround a pine table. A ceramic piece is placed neatly on the table, with a fragrant camellia inserted inside. The boss is already waiting. The green cheongsam is spotless, and there are glasses hanging on the eyes. He looks like a very well-educated person. After handing over a handful of cents, the boss carefully brought a pot of tea. The tea lid was steaming with water droplets hanging on it. It looked like it was new tea. The teapot is very delicate, with wavy dark blue stripes surrounding the rim of the cup. You can’t tell what’s painted on the wall, but it’s still beautiful. It was very hot being surrounded by the heat. I brushed my broken hair, but my arm touched the teapot. I was shocked, and I quickly reached out to catch it.
"Ah!" Suddenly, the pain in my head and the discomfort caused by the illness all came out. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I quickly hugged my head and covered my face. Soon, the palms of my hands were soaked with hot tears. Wang Xinyue saw it and quickly ran over and put her arms around my shoulders: "What's wrong? Who bullied you again?" With tears in my eyes, I covered my eyes with one hand and pointed at the "culprit" with one hand: "He hit me with a basketball." Seeing Wang Xinyue jumping in front of Wei Jiaming, she looked like she was not to be trifled with, and began to "interrogate": "Why did you hit her? She was uncomfortable to begin with, and you still bullied her. Are you a man?" "No." "I didn't mean it, it was accidental." "Go ahead and apologize!" "I'm sorry," Wei Jiaming said sheepishly. As soon as I saw his bewildered look, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. However, just when I stopped crying, Wang Xinyue came over again and patted me: "Are you okay? Does it still hurt?" and gave me a sunny smile. You know? Wang Xinyue, when you smile at me, I feel like I have the sweetest friendship in the world. I looked at you, but turned away and dropped two strings of "pearls". It makes you worry in vain: "Why are you crying again?" Xin Yue, these are touching tears, tears of gratitude! Deep in the heart, blessing each other, friendship always warms our hearts. With this friendship nourishing our years, our winter will no longer be cold.
One thing that touched me 600 words essay 9 What is touching? It’s the milk that your mother carefully prepared for you in the morning; it’s a letter of declaration of war; it’s the trucks of vegetables and grain transported to Wuhan . But in my heart, I am moved by an inconspicuous mask. It was a sunny afternoon. I had just finished the training class and was exhausted. I got on a bus. After swiping my card, I finally found an empty seat and sat down. The bus started slowly and I looked at the people whizzing by outside the window. The trees seemed to feel that all their fatigue had been taken away. Suddenly, the car stopped, and then a worker uncle came up. He was wearing a light yellow jacket and dark green overalls, but they were covered with dust and mud, and he was holding a huge Toolbox, exhaustion was written all over his body, and his eyelids were closed from time to time, as if he could fall asleep just by lying down. As soon as he sat down, the driver turned his head and looked at the uncle, and shouted fiercely: "Hey, hey, where is your mask? Don't you know you can't get on the bus without wearing a mask?" The uncle said "No" I'm so sorry." He was looking everywhere for the mask, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't seem to find it. The driver shouted impatiently: "Get off if you don't have a mask!" The passengers also talked about it. I was helpless when I saw this scene. I didn't have any extra masks, so I had to sit silently. The uncle blushed and said to the driver with embarrassment: "Sorry, I was walking in a hurry today and forgot to pick up a mask. Can you be accommodating?" But the driver said categorically: "No, if you don't have one, get off the car." "Just as the uncle shook his head helplessly and bent down to pick up his bag and prepare to get out of the car, suddenly I heard a "Hey" in my ear. I turned my head and saw an aunt in a skirt holding one in her hand. The masker came over and said with a smile: "I have more than one mask here, don't worry, they are clean!" The uncle wiped his hands on his pants, then bent over and took the mask with both hands, and kept saying "Thank you!" I saw tears shining in the corners of the uncle's eyes, and I couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the aunt. When I arrived at the station, I felt warm in my heart when I looked at the uncle's back as he got off the bus. This incident was deeply imprinted on my heart.
A 600-word essay on something that moved me, Part 10 A new day has come again, I walked into the campus and once again ran towards the bulletin board with hope. Looking at the words on the bulletin board, I jumped up with joy. My name suddenly appeared on the column of the organizing committee member of the school team, and I felt excited. At this time, I most wanted to share my joy and happiness with two people-my parents. I remember that when I first received the notice from the campaign team committee, I immediately told my parents the news.
Dad said to me solemnly: "You didn't get elected last time, so you have to fight for the opportunity this time!" I nodded vigorously and secretly made up my mind that I must be elected this time! After that, I went home every day Just finish the homework quickly, work harder on conception and drafting, go online to learn from other people's experiences, constantly improve the speech, and strive to reach a higher level. And my parents seem to take this campaign more seriously than me. My mother put aside school work and student homework, and held my speech script all day long. She kept improving, carefully considered each word and every sentence, and helped me revise it carefully. While she was revising, I was reciting it until we were satisfied. In order to help me, my mother often wakes up early and stays late at night, causing dark circles under her eyes. I said to my mother distressedly: "Mom, you should also pay attention to your body!" But she smiled and said nothing. As for my father, he works out of town and only comes home once every two or three days. As soon as he came back, our family gathered in front of the computer, selecting photos, finding templates, filling in information, and then Dad had to find time to put them together. In order to achieve the best effect, my father took the trouble to change the draft several times, even not caring about eating. In addition, my mother also trained my speech every day, and all the details of speech speed, emotion, and movements were clearly handled. My mother even hired a teacher to help me train for the talent show. Now that I have succeeded in the election, after a burst of excitement, tears burst out. I thought of the tired backs of my parents, their tired eyes, and the white hair that had appeared in the past few days. I thought, I would give everything in the world for you. There is nothing more warm and loving than our parents. Thinking of this, I shed tears again. Something that touched me. Essay 600 words Part 11 There is a saying that goes well: "The reason why people are moved is because they live in love." There is no place for love in life. Even though I'm not there, I'm moved everywhere. There was such a thing that touched me.