Essay on the topic of a conversation that moved me

Time passes in a hurry, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of days. But there is one thing that I vividly remember, touched - that a deep mother's love. That morning, I was going to school with my backpack on, my mom handed me an umbrella and said, "Bobo, the weather forecast is rainy today, 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 sudden flash of lightning and thunder, and in an instant the rain came down in a torrential downpour. 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 couldn't help but cry. At that moment, a familiar figure appeared in the pouring rain. Oh, it was my mom! The gusty wind and heavy rain seemed to swallow my mom. Mom struggled to come to me with great difficulty. "Bobo, come over here and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and draped it over me. By now, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face and body were all drenched with rainwater. Look at the "soup chicken" like mom, look at her face with the green and white, I can not help but cry again ...... an umbrella to hold up a piece of sky, mom's love umbrella to give me joy and happiness. Things although the past a long time, but it touched me at times, teach me to do well, read well ...... in my memory there are many things that move me, but I am most moved by a thing that happened in the summer vacation this year. This summer vacation our family decided to go to Hainan to play. To Hainan we put down the luggage, I said to my father: "We go to the beach to play well?" Dad quickly said: "Good." We walked on the way to the beach, while thinking I am playing sand, or play water. In the end, I decided I'd rather play in the sand. When I arrived at the beach, I looked out and saw the blue sky, the blue sea and the golden sand. As I was playing, I suddenly felt a pain under my foot, I turned my foot over and looked at it, no good, it was a branch stuck into my foot. When I touched, it was hot and painful. I hold back the pain just to lay hands on the side of my father shouted: "Ranran how you do not play," I said, "a twig to my feet." I suddenly felt as if my foot was bleeding something, I looked down, no good, bleeding. I cried out, "Dad, look my foot is bleeding," and my dad hurriedly turned around and said, "No good, there are no tissues, why." I was anxious to cry when an aunt came over and said, "What's wrong with you, son?" I said, "A twig stuck my foot, but I didn't bring a tissue." Auntie kindly said: "You don't have to be anxious, auntie here has medicine, I will help you bandage the wound later, okay? But it hurts a little. I smiled and said to my aunt, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain, let's start bandaging it!" She first coated the cotton swab with medicine and sterilized the wound, which hurt me so much that I gritted my teeth, then applied ointment, and finally wrapped it with adhesive tape. After the bandage, the aunt stood up and just about to leave, dad rushed to get up and said, "This lady you help my daughter how can I thank you?" Smiled and said: "This is what I should do, a hand up!" I still have something to do, I'll leave first." Looking at Auntie's distant back, I sincerely thank and bless her, good people live in peace! The touch of life quietly strolling in the lake, which is the wind and sunny evening, I leisurely enjoy the picturesque scenery. This is the April weather, warm sunshine affectionately caressing people's faces, the sky blue blue blue, as sapphire general, white as snow clouds floating lightly. The grass on the shore enjoys the favor of the spring girl, the green little head swaying in the wind. Ice-clear magnolia buds, want to open still shy, elegant and serene; golden spring flowers bloomed, in the welcome of spring; peach blossoms in full bloom, pink, like a little girl's red lips, the breeze, there are petals fall, which is probably peach blossoms shedding pink tears! I raised my eyes to look, the willow tree burst green, dancing, like a young girl in the display of their beautiful posture. Occasionally, a few swallows soar freely, drawing a beautiful arc from the sky. Spring is full of vitality, a vibrant, I feel the vitality of life, the beauty of life, life is precious. In my heart, I felt an inexplicable emotion, a desire for life! I was moved to tears, this beautiful scenery is not just like our colorful life? Life is beautiful and short. Sunset lovingly to the lake gilded, glittering lake jumping, with my heart in the swing ... life gives us how much touching, how much vitality. No one does not want to have life, no one does not want to make life longer, people live is what a good thing, we have to spend a good life to repay the world. There is a glass in my heart that holds big and small; red and green things. That is the record chip of my sweet and sour, from which a small piece is taken out at random and inserted into the wave stream of my memory ------ When I was a toddler, I was very playful. There was a small river near the school, and the water was especially clear and green. In the summer, the river fish, shrimp, ah especially much. Especially the big lobster, or slightly floating on the water surface, or hidden in the water plants. The lobster is also very easy to hook, a on is two, three. Look at the little friends face of the spirit and joy, I also itchy, joined the team of shrimp fishing. Since I was too small, I accidentally stepped on a hole and fell into the river. I floundered in the water, screaming ------ just as a teacher passed by, he rushed down the river bank, do not care about undressing, rushed into the water, dragged me to the shore. I don't know whether it is because of the water was frightened, or young and ignorant, I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, I was not even touched ------ when I was in elementary school, I was still so playful. The tirelessness of the daytime, the night will sleep very, very heavy, and often can not get up in the morning. In order not to be late, I therefore often forgot to bring my lunch box in a hurry. In the middle of the day, my stomach naturally sang the unbearable "empty city", and the students that delicious look more make me almost salivate. At this point, the class teacher will always take out half of her box of rice, let me *** with sharing. Strangely enough, the teacher always ate very little, but she always said she was full. I don't know why. Looking at the teacher that motherly smile, I still have not moved ------ middle school when I was facing an increase in the curriculum, the burden of learning increased, can not but with the playful "bye-bye". Every day I buried in the sea of books, immersed in the sea of questions. Teachers also grasp very tightly, often a front leg in, a back leg out. I am strong by nature, in order to make my grades not to be very embarrassing, I can really be regarded as learning without getting tired of it, ask and never tire of it. As soon as I had time, I asked my teacher for advice. Sometimes even when the teacher to eat to catch. Teachers often immediately put down the rice bowl, while sassafras forehead sweat, while patiently give me answers. Perhaps the pressure of learning is too much, perhaps busy squeezing time, in the face of the teacher's slightly weary face, I still have not moved ------ about to participate in the midterm I, in order to squeeze into the heavy high that the one-way bridge, learning is even more hard, it is simply wasted sleep and food. Once, I actually fell asleep in English class. Surprisingly, the teacher was actually beside me, and even more surprisingly, she didn't wake me up. After class, she just said softly, "You'll catch a cold if you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the breeze whisked up a few wisps of bangs, my eyes ------ memory wheel stopped turning, my thoughts were pulled back to reality, there is a trace of cool salty astringent feeling on the face, which is touched? This is moving! When turning the book, a ginkgo leaf quietly slipped down. I bent down and 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 of it, "Precious, my friend!" I don't remember if I felt the urge to cry at that time, but now, there are already tear drops on the yellow leaves. 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 is my heart 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 life is less two words - touching." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, we no longer collect the slightest touching around us, only when we miss it and then look back, we realize that we have 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, touched 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 only a petal, a leaf, is also touched ... ... ...People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps it is their ordinariness that sometimes blinds us to them. There is such a saying: "The reason why people will be moved, because he lives in love." There is love in the dust, there is love on earth, and what reason do we have to let 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 touched exactly what. Because touching is not with the mouth to say, but with the heart to taste out. Touched, like a refreshing spring. Drinking from the spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. Touched, like the heart-warming white snow. To appreciate the snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful. When the world has no footprints of touching, then it also becomes a frozen world. It is cold and unfeeling. Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to carry this enough to let us recall a lifetime of moving it! There is a feeling called happiness, there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I, it is a lucky girl who will enjoy this happiness. That winter, the snow fell heavily. The night before New Year's Eve, I was lying by the window watching the snow. The lights were full of flakes of snow, as if they could not restrain the joy of the heart. The sound of firecrackers, one after another, overflowed with the warm atmosphere of the coming Spring Festival. Everything seemed to be reflected in the background of the orange-red light, including the vaguely visible strands of silver hair caught in my parents' hair, which shone brightly in this winter night painting. I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, and penetrated me with intelligence and enthusiasm, so that my little flower grew up happily and vigorously. Can't remember how many times, I fell down, parents with encouraging eyes and kind smile, let me pull myself together, stand up again; can't forget how many nights, I study under the lamp, parents are also sitting under the lamp, silently accompanying me most of the night ------ can't remember how many small things full of parental love, can't forget how much parental care like the sun ------ Suddenly, the feeling of the light The light is full of love, in the snowflakes dance, my face unconsciously moist. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly have a kind of moving, feel that I should do something for it, the next day I want to give mom and dad a surprise. The next day at dawn, I quietly got up. All night goose feather-like snow, the earth into a bright, even the window into the sunlight is also so dazzling. I hurriedly pushed open the door of my room, once I pushed open the door, I froze. A snow doll standing in front of my house, playful look, head with a big red hat, waving "big hands", grinning sweet smile. With a giggle, I couldn't help but laugh too. "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 suddenly turned sour, and I couldn't hold back my tears. I wanted to give my parents a - I didn't expect them to ------ face my parents' smile, I was speechless. Just on that snowy ground, I pulled my mom and dad, and looked y for a long, long time ------ remembered a poet said: "Let me how to thank you, when I walked towards you, I originally wanted to harvest a wisp of spring wind, you gave me the whole spring; let me how to thank you, when I walked towards you, I originally wanted to hold up a cluster of waves, 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 happiness, and I have nothing to give back. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a happiness called touching. Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and for letting me learn to be touched. I understand your hard work, I understand your hope, I will do my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be touched! What is a touch? A kind smile? A loving assistance? Or is it a sacrifice of righteousness? The concept of being touched is too wide and too broad: as small as a concerned look, as big as a sacrifice of life. Sometimes, a ray of morning sunshine, a melodious bird song, or even a busy ant can make people moved. Touched from the bottom of the human heart, the slight waves, ripples, will make a person's heart thumping. In fact, I am a girl who is easily moved. A look of trust, a word of encouragement, an unintentional touch will move me. After a night of struggle, a ray of sunshine in the morning often accompanies my tears. Long-lost friends meet, a cup of light tea, often make me feel a lot of emotion inside: that light fragrance is not just like a friend to give me a smile and care?---- refreshing, aftertaste. Touched is omnipotent, she can melt the frozen heart, will be broken heart healing. I remember I once read a science fiction book about a girl who had special abilities since she was a child, but she never used them because the price she paid for using them was her life. Until one time, the girl used her special ability to save her brother, and woke up her brother who was closed up in his soul. Her special function was this - to find a small gap in the closure of a person's soul, to invade the person's heart, to stir up all the good memories she had, so that the small fragments of the heart would begin to melt, thus awakening the closed soul. It is true that this story is fictional, but I firmly believe that the heart that saves the soul is sincere. Touched everywhere, touched the power of infinite, touched to stimulate people! With a moment of gratitude, you will find that life is touching everywhere and the earth is so beautiful! When I was flipping through the book, a ginkgo biloba quietly slipped down. 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 of it, "Precious, friend!" I don't remember if I felt the urge to cry at that time, but now, there are already tear drops on the yellow leaves. 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 life is less two words - touching." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, we no longer collect the slightest touching around us, only when we miss it and then look back, we realize that we have 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, touched 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 only a petal, a leaf, is also touched ... ... ...People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps it is their ordinariness that sometimes blinds us to them. There is such a saying: "The reason why people will be moved, because he lives in love." There is love in the dust, there is love on earth, and what reason do we have to let 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 touched exactly what. Because moving is not with the mouth to say, but with the heart to taste out. That gaze moved me to the sunset, the west wind is tightening. The leaves have fallen, and the fall has come with the tired leaves. Autumn came, people also with the autumn sorrow, with the autumn thin. Thoughts shake the leaves off the branches. The thoughts are hanging all over the branches of the trees, thinking about the fall of the autumn leaves, thinking about the fall of the leaves waiting for the children to return 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 falling 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 the figure of her children in front of her eyes. A firm heart, a pair of eager eyes, that gaze is too touching to me. I sigh, the development of the times fade away the human affection; I sigh, 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 seldom go home to visit the mother's lonely figure under the falling leaves and the touching eyes; sigh we can send the satellite to the moon, but not send our hearts to home. Times are developing, technology is progressing, but the distance between people and home is getting bigger and bigger. Go home, to the fallen leaves waiting for the return of their children's mother a joy; go home to a pair of expectant eyes a ray of hope; go 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, the 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. Mother that look at the eyes of how touching, how she would like to have their own children's greetings, how I hope that the children as she held them hours, to hold her hand through the vicissitudes of the world, to walk through the last course of life. Think of the cooking smoke because of the return of the wandering children and swaying, for the wandering children 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 falling leaves under the touching gaze it! Leaves, still falling, as far as a tired butterfly, quietly gathered up their life's beauty. Just for that one vow, one greeting or just that touching gaze. With a burst of crisp bell ringing, the teacher announced that we were out of class. And urged us, "The snowstorm is coming soon, you have to go home quickly, you can't stay and play by the side of the road, you must pay attention to safety!" After hearing this, my classmates and I immediately packed up our schoolbags and ran out of the classroom. When I came to the roadside, I saw the dark clouds rolling in the sky, people coming and going on the road, all in a hurry to rush home, I also accelerated my pace. When I came to a crossroads, a bicycle rider knocked a little girl to the ground, and when he saw that no one was looking, 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 wiped it off and helped her limp home. Finally came to the door of her house, she told me to arrive, I helped knock on the door, the little girl's mother welcomed us in and asked what happened, and rushed to thank me, but also took out candies and cookies to give me to eat, I was 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 I realized that helping others makes me happy! I hope everyone can give a little love, never like that uncle as irresponsible for their own behavior!