One of the things that touched me the most (1)
Whenever it rains, I think of my dear grandfather and one of the things that touched me the most.
It was Friday, and I don't know who provoked the Lord, but the sky outside the window suddenly darkened and a light rain fell. But who would have thought that, as soon as the noon dismissal, the drizzle has gradually turned into a downpour, my mood is also like the sky, gloomy a lot. What to do? What should I do? I didn't bring an umbrella and I didn't tell my family to come pick me up. Looking at the sky, the rain couldn't stop for a while. My mom and dad were still working, my grandparents were not well, and I didn't have any money with me, so I was in a really bad mood. Looking at my classmates one by one out of the school, I really envy very much. At this moment, a kind and amiable voice came into my ears "Jiang Meng!" I looked back, "Grandpa!" I screamed out excitedly, only to see my grandfather riding a bicycle, wearing a black raincoat, but this small raincoat could not block the cascading raindrops. I covered my head with my school bag and ran towards my grandfather, who quickly opened his umbrella and handed it to me. I was touched when I realized that the seat was wrapped in a plastic bag by grandpa, he said he was afraid of getting the seat wet on the way. "Sit up quickly!" Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway, I can go back by myself, you don't have to take me on a bike, the road is so slippery." Grandpa is already old, it could be dangerous to ride a bike by yourself, not to mention taking me on a ride in the rain. Grandpa said, "It's okay, I don't trust you to go back by yourself in the rain, go now, it will rain even more!" I had to agree.
Grandpa rode every step very carefully, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, my umbrella was repeatedly scraped over several times, grandpa simply put my umbrella away, put his body raincoat draped over my body. Bean beads of rain hit my grandfather's body and face, I insisted on returning the raincoat to him, but were unsuccessful.
Finally arrived home, grandpa's whole body is full of water, grandma quickly brought a towel and asked me what happened, grandpa quickly interjected and said: "Nothing, the umbrella on the way to the broken, I put the raincoat for her to use, so soaked, I go to take a shower." Grandpa just turned his head into the bathroom, my tears came out.
This incident was unforgettable to me for the rest of my life, and it showed me how much my grandfather loved me, and how much I loved him. I am proud and honored to have such a grandfather!
One of the things that touched me the most (2)
Time rushes by like running water, and a lot of memories have faded with the disappearance of days. But there is one thing that has touched me vividly - that deep mother's love.
That morning, I was going to school with my backpack, and my mom handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, the weather forecast is rainy today, so it's better to bring an umbrella." I looked up at the sky, the sky was clear, how could it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door in a huff.
Just as school was getting out at noon, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, and in an instant the rain came down in torrents. The students who had brought rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My dad teaches at an out-of-town school and never comes home at noon. It just so happened that my mom was on an IV drip with a high fever for the past few days. I don't think anyone will come to pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry, looking out the window at the pouring rain, I could not help but cry.
At that moment, a familiar figure appeared in the pouring rain. Oh, it was mom! The gusty wind and heavy rain seemed to swallow my mom up. Mom struggled to walk toward me.
"Jingjing, come over here and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and draped it over me. At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face and body were all drenched with rainwater. Looked at the "soup chicken" like mom, look at her face of the blue and white, I can not help but cry again ......
An umbrella to hold up a piece of heaven, mom's love umbrella to give me joy and happiness. Although the matter has passed for a long time, but it touched me from time to time, teach me to be a good person, read well ......
This thing really called me touched (3)
Some things are forgotten with the passage of time, and some things can not be forgotten no matter how the time passes. It was something that happened at school last summer, but it is still fresh in my mind and touches me to this day.
"Splat" sound, mischievous glasses from my hands to break out, and then the ground "heroic" sacrifice. "Ah! I was staggered, at a loss for words, stood there in front of a blank. What should I do? What should I do?
This is the third time I dropped my glasses, my mother's tiger-like face appeared in front of my eyes, and my mother's words echoed in my ears: "As long as you drop your glasses again, I won't give you a prescription"! "These words were like thunderbolts from the sky, hovering in my heart. At this time, the indisputable golden peas, also jumped out of my eyes, I was like jumping from a high-rise building into the abyss of ten thousand feet, my heart was restless.
"What's wrong? What happened to the sound just now?" , classmates came running over. A few of my "reactionaries" seemed to say, "Haha, "your glasses are in pieces!" The class president said, "It's okay, don't be sad!" The classmates talked a lot. However, I always feel that my classmates are saying sarcastic words, my heart is like a knife, so I just ignore them.
"Ring, ring, ring," the school is over. Why is the bell so heavy today? Maybe it was angry at me for dropping my glasses. I hung my head and carried my schoolbag, and my feet were like tons of steel, I couldn't walk. "Don't you walk, we're going to take you to a place!" The class president Wang Peng said.0 I thought to myself: this time still want to irony me, I really "dumb to eat yellow lotus - have bitter can not speak" ah! But when I saw his serious look, I was half-convinced and went with my classmates with a big question mark.
Arrived, I fixed my eyes, "big bright eye store". "We'll take you to get glasses" commented fast-talking Lee. My heart blossomed, but I couldn't believe it. "Where did you get the money?" "Cobbled it together!" Seeing that I didn't quite believe them, they dragged me inside. The uncle inside listened to my "heroic deeds" and worked even harder to match me. "Finished!" He gave me the glasses. I hold in my hand, as if tons of heavy 1, because, it contains the friendship of students, this is my most precious pair of glasses!
This incident made me very moved, because it witnessed the collective warmth, I can never forget this incident! Agree 0| Comments 2011-11-13 13:49 1843433996 | Level 1
The one thing that touched me live in this world. There will always be a lot of things to make people feel. I'm not going to be able to do that. The world is not so heartless. People always have feelings. People just get along with each other because of the reason. Some get along well. Some don't. That's the reality! There are many things that touched me the most: when I was a child. When I was a child, my father pumped milk for me. Fighting with a shepherd's dog in the snow. Mom says it's funny. But I was really touched. It's what keeps me alive. Because of this. That's why people have to live better! When I was young. My father was a soldier. He was always upright. It's what I aspire to now. The sentries there used to tease us, and mom used to talk about how I almost died when I was a kid. The Commander's daughter saved my life. A doctor. I've always wondered. Why did it have to be the commander's daughter to be a doctor? Why can't other doctors save me? It must have been a pain in the ass. That's why I'm always touched. I was touched by my good fortune. When I was young. I was a real pain in the ass. I remember being sick a lot. Every week. My father had to come back from the army to take me to the hospital. And I remember stopping army vehicles. Sometimes in jeeps. When I was in elementary school. I was sick once. On the way back. Couldn't walk. Very slowly. Then the teacher told my mom. My mom carried me home. I remember I was quite big! My parents were always good to me. I was scolded a lot when I was young. Sometimes they beat me. I'm sorry. I remember. There were a lot of no's in the house. No going into the river. No fighting. No, no, no, no, no. That's why you have to follow all of them now. Sometimes I break them. I feel happy! Now that I think about it. When I was in junior high and high school. When I was in college. I used to talk back to my parents. Made them angry. Now that I'm an adult. I still think about it. When I was in college. Dad drove me to school. I always insisted on going alone. But he was always worried. So we'd argue again! My father was good. And I was bad. That's why I always wanted to do things on my own without my parents' help. To do things on my own. Sometimes I think about it. He's the tree. I'm like a tree in the shade. When will I grow up. Beyond that? He went to Beijing to study at the Party School. For half a year or so. He writes to his mom. I'd write back. I remember always telling us to study hard. As if we're always stupid. Like we can't learn. I'm sorry. Were we useless in our father's eyes? Some time ago. I showed my father my article on Information Technology Education. He didn't even want to read it. My mom said. I have to read it. Then he got his glasses to read it. Oh, dear. It's too bad I'm writing a lesson plan. How could Dad understand that? Anyway, he read the pages carefully. He didn't comment on it. But he said it's good to be published in a national magazine. He encouraged me to write more. Oh, dear. If only writing articles was that easy! I remember when my dad was a journalist. A secretary. He also took pictures. So I must have gotten a lot! One year I was in the Liuzhou Daily. I specifically asked my dad to keep an eye out for me to collect a few as a souvenir. He's always very peaceful. He said he was late. Liuzhou Daily was sold out. But I asked my sister to find one for me. I always remember it. Sometimes I wonder when I'll be able to surpass my father's skills. He's so good at what he does. That's why I've always made him look down on me. That's why I was always under his thumb. Living in such a state. Sometimes I don't want to go home. Be a good person. Live a good life. Live happily. When I was in trouble. Sometimes I couldn't figure it out. But then I remembered. There are so many things to experience. Why can't you live a good life? Mom always said. When you were a child. You'd have died if the doctor hadn't saved you. Oh, my God. If you had died so long ago. What's the point of being happy? That's why I want to have fun. To go to all parts of China. To see. Walk around. At the same time. Now I remember to work hard. To be useful. I've always been years behind in my thinking. I've always wondered why it takes me so long to figure things out. Sometimes it takes a year. Years! Anyway, live and let live. You may not be responsible for going to heaven. But there's still too much to worry about in this world. That's why I can't leave. I don't want to leave. Live. Let's face it! My parents touched me. The moon. The moon. Brightened by the night sky, the stream. The stream is clearer with pebbles, the flowers. The green grass is more colorful. Open the window and look into the night sky. The stars shone brightly and gave the night a magnificent glow. The earth is still filled with the smell of love - the topic of parenthood is old but timeless. Different people have different experiences and feelings. From ancient to modern times. Many writers and artists have written about the greatness of a mother's love. Described the toughness of the father's love. Like Meng Jiao's <You Zi Yin>. Zhu Ziqing's & lt; back & gt;. I have felt the love of my parents. The wind passes without a trace. True love is silent. Parental affection. The warmth of my heart. The year I graduated from elementary school. There was a surge of energy throughout the sixth grade. I wasn't far behind. I was on a roll. I studied hard. But unfortunately. I had to prepare for the final exams. I had to plan the program for the Children's Day. And practicing table tennis for the competition. Plus the entrance exams for Tianli School. I'm like a broken machine. I work non-stop. I couldn't stop for a moment to rest. But in the end. I got good grades in the final exams. I made a name for myself on the stage. I got better and better on the court. And I got into Tenley School with a high score. What is it? It gave me the strength to overcome all these obstacles. What gives me the courage to overcome all these difficulties? It's love! It was my parents who gave me constant encouragement. How many times have I stood up in the face of discouragement. I've regained my self-confidence. Every day when the school bell rang. I rushed to the playground as fast as I could. I would start rehearsing my performance. My mom and dad were always smiling as they watched me work on the stage. A subtle breath of love like a ray of sunshine shot through my heart, and after rehearsal. I grabbed my ping-pong board and ran to the ping-pong table. Under Mr. Zhang's training, I practiced chipping. Spin. Lift. Doping and all kinds of serves and catches. Sometimes my mom and dad would watch me play. I can't help but sneak a look at my mom and dad with an expression on my face. The encouragement that parents give to their children in the meeting of their eyes. It was slowly absorbed into my body. It made me sweat. It was already dark. I ran home quickly. Accompanied by my mom and dad, I began another process - the math problem. Sometimes. We grabbed our books and read intently, and sometimes. Sometimes we're at the dinner table, sometimes we're at the dinner table. We held our pens in our hands and concentrated on the paper - all the puzzles were solved in front of us as a family. Lying in bed at night. Something came over me - the love of our parents was like water to our hearts. Pure. Holy. Not a trace of impurity. But their love is more colorful than spring. Some say. Love is innate. Family is the best model and teacher of love. No man is greater than love. The reason why human life has no boundaries. That's because the range of love itself has no boundaries. If a mother is a stream. Mother's love is the water flowing in the stream. Delicate and gentle. If a father is a mountain. A father's love is the view from the mountain. Big and strong, I was y touched by my parents' love. Maybe that's how the world is. It's full of emotions. Let our feelings settle in our hearts. Let it be sublimated. Let the sublimation of our feelings touch the world! My Happy Life I have a happy and joyful family. My family consists of me. [My mom is a shopaholic and my dad is a handyman. Here's what I'm going to do. I'll do the introductions! In our clean home. [The handyman is indispensable. He is my father. Every day, when he sees something broken or dirty in the house. My dad always steps up. I remember one time. My lamp was broken. I rushed to my dad. Dad looked at me. He got his tools. He started to repair it. With the sound of clanking and banging. My lamp was fixed! I was about to say thank you. But Dad got a rag. He wiped the lamp carefully. Then he asked me how it was. I looked at it. It's not a lamp that's been used for years. It was as good as new. I was so happy that I jumped into my father's arms. I said, "Thank you, Daddy!" Dad smiled happily. Looked at a large closet full of big and small. The clothes are green and colorful. I remember shopping with my [shopaholic] mom. One day at noon. I had just finished lunch. Mom dragged me to Xidan without saying a word. I asked my mom: "Why are you in such a hurry?" Mom said: [Today's Xidan sale." We ran to the third floor as fast as we could. We bought 3 pieces of clothes. Then we bought a basket of household goods. I was like a deflated ball. I wanted my mom to go home. Mom went home in a sulk. I was a good girl at home. Every day after school, I finish my homework and check it carefully. I helped my mom and dad with the housework. Actually. That's not my instinct. It's me. I'm good at taking care of people. I remember one time when mom was sick. It happened to be Dad's shift. So I decided to take care of mom. I made my mom a tomato and egg noodle. Then I brought it to her gently. Mom was touched. I was happy too. Mom ate it all in one bite. She stroked my head and said: [Good girl. My daughter has grown up!" I was so happy. The next day. Under my care. Mom's condition improved. She praised me as a good boy. I was embarrassed. This is our family. A happy happy family agree with 0|comments 2011-11-19 18:03 zhuge2328 | Level 2
I experienced things like the stars in the sky, some of which touched me, some of which made me ashamed, some of which made me furious, some of which made me feel solemn and sacred, some of which made me feel funny, and some of which made me experience the joy of success. Now I will tell you about one of my successes.
During my summer vacation in fifth grade, I watched others racing on their bikes on the highway, not knowing how awesome they were. I was envious. I thought to myself, "If I could ride my bike down the street one day, I'd be so cool"! Over time, this desire to learn how to ride a bike slowly blossomed in my heart. Finally one day, I could not resist the loneliness of the heart, asked my cousin to teach me to ride a bike, in my repeated requests, my cousin had no choice but to comply with me, take me to the park to learn to ride a bike. Cousin first ride to a piece of grass, and then said to me: "cycling is actually very simple, as long as you hold the handlebars, and then pedal up, but also to overcome the fear of psychology, so on the line. You ride it yourself first, I'll hold the back seat behind you." Great, I can finally learn to ride a bike, my heart is as sweet as honey. I held the handlebars and straddled the saddle, my heart jumped like a rabbit, the handlebars sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, as if I would fall down if I wasn't careful. I tried my best to suppress my nervousness and calm myself down. After a while, I mastered the skill of balancing. I thought to myself: riding a bike is so simple, my cousin saw me riding so well, let go of my hands, I was not paying attention, fell on all fours, I climbed up, I feel a pain, lift up the pants to see, the original skin, I really want to give up, do not learn. I took my anger out on my cousin and yelled at him, "It's all your fault, why did you let go and make me fall so badly." My cousin understood how I felt and did not take it out on me, saying to me; "Failure is the mother of success, which person learns to ride a bicycle who has not fallen down? Is my cousin a deserter, I won't recognize this kind of cousin." "I am not a deserter." I was furious. I was a man who would not allow anyone to ridicule me, and I resolved that I would learn to ride a bicycle no matter what. "Then you're not a deserter, so show me." Cousin said. "You wait and see." I said loudly at my cousin. I patted the dust off my body, rolled onto my back, and bravely pedaled forward, sitting on the bike, I really regretted that I had been so rude to my cousin, and blamed myself for being too proud and complacent. At this time, there is a small stone in front of me blocking the way, I fell heavily to the ground again. But I stood up without hesitation, straddled the bike, and no longer dared to be careless, riding carefully. After I fell down and got up again and again, it wasn't long before I learned to ride a bike.
The moment I learned to ride a bicycle, I felt that the sky was so blue, the clouds were so white, and the grass was so green. Now the thing of learning to ride a bike has become a shining star that I am most proud of
A drop of water can reflect the light of the sun, and there are many small things in life that can reveal the tender love of a mother.
Mother had a habit of folding the family's clothes in different categories at the turn of spring and summer. On that day, she was packing her clothes as usual, and I was lying on the sofa flipping through an old magazine. The warm afternoon sun shone in, and a bouquet of pure white mast flowers on the coffee table gave off a faint aroma. "Wang Hao, look, there are many handkerchiefs here!" My mother suddenly turned to me, seemingly excited.
"Handkerchiefs?" I asked.
"Do you remember these handkerchiefs? All of them from the last ten years are here. Look, this blue one, remember? When you were four years old, I used to pin it to your jacket to wipe your sweat, and watched you run in front of me with your handkerchief swinging like a butterfly!" My mother rambled on, not looking at me, completely absorbed in her happy memories. I listened quietly, not daring to make a sound. I couldn't respond to my mother - because I didn't remember anything.
"And this blue one with white trim, specially ordered when you were ten. It still has the words printed on it for miles - 'Happy 10th Birthday to my beloved son, Wang Hao'. Alas, a blink of an eye." She sighed softly and turned her face to me, but her loving gaze overwhelmed me. How I wished I could remember these past events, even if they were vague and fragmentary! I can't imagine why my mother collects the past so carefully, telling me bits and pieces of my life as if they were her own; didn't she often complain that people get old and have bad memories?
I admit that I completely forgot the story of the handkerchief and threw it away in the corner of my memory. Besides, handkerchiefs are not fashionable nowadays, instead of paper towels, when I sweat, I take out one, gently wipe it, the texture is very good, and there is a hint of vague fragrance, and then casually throw it away, how convenient. So naturally, handkerchiefs have been forgotten, and if my mother hadn't mentioned them inadvertently, I couldn't have remembered that they once belonged to me. My mind easily accepts new things, but also easily forgets some things, including the most basic and true love. My mother, on the other hand, is a collector of years, always walking behind me, silently picking up the moods and initial innocence that I have missed.
I felt some moisture in my eyes and said softly, "Mom, how do you still remember so much?" My mother was silent for a moment before replying, "How could I not remember?" It was like she was talking to herself. My tears fell quietly. Yes, how could I not remember?
Because I love, I remember.
Time rushes by like running water, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of days. But there is one thing that I remember vividly and am touched by - that deep mother's love.
That morning, I was going to school with my backpack on, and my mom handed me an umbrella and said, "Son, the weather forecast is rainy today, so it's better to bring an umbrella." I looked up at the sky, the sky was clear, how could it rain? I dropped the umbrella and ran out the door in a huff.
Just as school was getting out at noon, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, and in an instant a torrential downpour came down. The students who had brought rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My dad teaches at an out-of-town school and never comes home at noon. It just so happened that my mom was on an IV drip with a high fever for the past few days. I don't think anyone will come to pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry, looking out the window at the pouring rain, I could not help but cry.
At that moment, a familiar figure appeared in the pouring rain. Oh, it was mom! The gusty wind and heavy rain seemed to swallow my mom up. Mom struggled to walk toward me.
"Jingjing, come over here and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and draped it over me. At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face and body were all drenched with rainwater. Looked at the "soup chicken" like mom, look at her face of the blue and white, I can not help but cry again ......
An umbrella to hold up a piece of heaven, mom's love umbrella to give me joy and happiness. Things although the past a long time, but it touched me from time to time, teach me to do well, read well ......
Let me move a thing
One day, is walking on the road, the phone rang, the microphone is a tender little girl's voice: "Daddy, you come back soon, I I miss you so much!" By intuition, I knew it was another wrong number, because my daughter's voice is too familiar to me . It's really not surprising that these kinds of things happen these days. I didn't have the heart to say, "Wrong number!" And hung up.
Over the next few days, the call came back from time to time, disturbing me, sometimes in a rude manner, sometimes simply do not answer.
The other day, the caller called again and again, and unlike usual, the caller kept dialing persistently when I never answered. I finally patiently began to answer, or the girl's breathless voice: "Dad, you come back soon, I miss you ah! Mom said this call is not wrong, is your cell phone number, dad I hurt ah! Mom said you are busy at work, she is the one who takes care of me every day, all exhausted, dad I know you are very hard, if you can't come, you can kiss Niu Niu on the phone again, okay?" The child's naive request can not be refused, I kissed the microphone loudly a few times, I heard the child's side of the intermittent voice: "Thank you ...... dad, I'm so ...... happy, good... . happy ......"
Just as I was gradually becoming interested in the wrong number, the answerer was not a girl but a low female voice: "I'm sorry, sir, this period of time must have caused you a lot of trouble, I'm really sorry! I meant to call you to apologize after I took care of things. This child s life is very bitter, born with bone cancer, her father not long ago and ...... was taken away by a car accident, I really do not dare to tell her the news, the daily chemotherapy, the pain at times, has tortured the child poor enough. When the pain is most unbearable to her, her mouth always cried out before often encourage her to be strong dad, I really can not bear to see the child like this, that day just randomly made up a cell phone number ......"
"How is that child now? " I couldn't wait to follow up.
"Nyonya is gone, you must have kissed her on the phone at the time, because she left with a smile on her face, clutching the cell phone where she could hear her 'daddy's' voice in her little hands as she left ...... " Agree 1| Comments From: Help Getting Answers
2011-11-27 17:32 Hot Netizen
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If you are a disabled person with a missing arm or leg, I believe there will be a lot of people to help you after you show your certificate of disability, which will make you feel that the network world is warm to disabled friends, but if not, you'd better put away your unreasonable and impolite requests, or the ultimate victim will be yourself.