The years are getting old, but what doesn't get old is the love of family. No matter where we are, where we are, our loved ones are always our most solid spiritual support, the most ideal emotional support!
I can trace back to childhood, to recall that touching affection. At that time, I often go with my grandmother to buy food, to the market need to walk a section of the sidewalk, in crossing a road. At the end of the day, the street was crowded with cars and people rushing past. The first thing I've noticed is that my grandmother's legs seem to be very weak, and she can't walk fast enough, so she carries a basket of food and walks next to me while talking about some of the things she does.
Crossing the street, there is the vegetable market. Grandma suddenly stopped, he put the basket in the arm, freeing his right hand, reaching out to me ......
In a flash, my heart trembled, this is a very familiar action ah ......
When I was in elementary school, the same to cross the road to get to school. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I was worried that I would be in trouble, and every day I was sent across the street before I turned back. When crossing the street, he always pinched my little hand in her palm, holding walking to the opposite side of the road, over and over again urged: "There is a car to do not cross the street", "cross the street to follow others to cross".... ...
I vaguely remember that cold night - in the middle of the night, my mind suddenly felt a hot flash attacked a blur in front of my eyes, the pain is haunting me, then came the anxious and kind voice: "pain? " Hovering around me, I slowly opened my eyes and found that my mother was carrying me on the way to the hospital in. The wind and rain are making it difficult for this one red-hot mother, in this dark night mother that was drenched with rain pale face looks so awake, I look at this face feel so strange, with the past that a young face is very different. Is time really flying by as people say? My heart suddenly had a burst of pain, I was angry, I regretted how I could use that kind of hateful tone to talk to my parents before? In this seemingly painful but not painful emotions I y felt the parental affection - a fiery red heart.
When I was six years old, I learned to ride a bicycle with my father. At first, my father held my car and I rode. Half an hour later, without my knowledge, my father let go of the car. I turned back to talk to my father, but I didn't see him, I panicked, and I heard a "sob when" sound, I fell. My mother, who loved me the most, rushed over to help me, but was blocked by my father, who said, "You're so useless, you're crying after a fall, let her get up by herself." With a look of displeasure on my face, I hurriedly got up, picked up the bike and rode up, I wanted to prove that I was capable. At the moment I rode up, I remember, my father's mouth hanging smile ......
Without sunshine, there is no warmth of the day; without rain, there is no abundance of grains; without water, there is no life; without parents, there is no ourselves; without affection, the world will be a lonely and dark. I am grateful to them, from the bottom of my heart. From the moment I started middle school I vowed that I would treat my loved ones well with my best efforts during their lifetimes. No matter where or when, I will treat them as they have treated me, so that they can live a better life in the future - my greatest obligation. I know that no matter what I say or do, it is not as good as the love and kindness they have shown me. Because that is the most precious thing in human time.
2. A photo that moved me essay 300In my photo album, there is a photo like this, there is a big wave wrapped a four or five year old little girl in it, that girl is me, as soon as I see this five-inch photo will remind me of that one thing to ...... That summer, my father unit organized a tour. A few people traveled to Dalian, we went to Dalian Tiger Beach Park, in the sea there are jagged rocks, rocks are small and strange, very interesting.
I also saw a small reef, there are a lot of small holes, the top of the climbed a lot of and the big fingernail as big as the small crabs, I grabbed a small crab in the hands of the crab climbed up, itchy, it's really fun. We took a lot of pictures, there is one that I will never forget, my father chose a scene for me, it's very nice, behind me is the endless sea, under the feet of the city as sharp as a knife reef, I wore a colorful swimsuit, beautiful, I posed a "POSE" - - right hand into an "OK" - - the right hand into a "POSE" - - the right hand into a "OK", the right hand into a "OK", the right hand into a "OK". I was in a beautiful swimsuit, beautiful, I set up a "POSE" - the right hand into the "OK" shape, my father is ready to take pictures: "one, two.
"I was counting to two, and a wave rolled in front of me, and my dad pressed the shutter, and took a picture of everything.
When the big wave came, my father jumped, even shoes did not care to wear, a camera stuffed to the side of an aunt, ran to try to save me, do not let me rolled into the sea, but did not wait for him to run over, the big wave has been the past, only gripped one of my slippers to do the gift, my father looked at me did not say anything, but I can see, he must be in the heart of the saying: "so close. " He picked me up and said, "That was close, you would have looked like that slipper."
I beamed and said, "Choked on my nose, but it's nothing, it's just that the water was so salty it was awful!" As thrilling as it was, that one shutter shot of Dad's captured a moment that will not be seen for a hundred years. This time I through the experience so that I understand a truth,---- no matter what is the last second can not be predicted.
The only regret is that my dad cut a big wound on his toe and bled a lot in order to save me.
3. saw the most moving photo small essayIn the process of my growth, there are many unforgettable things, these things are like a break through the night sky bright and profound stars, it is the most unforgettable waves of my childhood, this thing I still remember, that is, I and my good friend Lin Lin that is higher than the mountains, deeper than the sea of friendship.
Linlin and I are inseparable good partners, as long as there is her place, always without me. We are in the same class, every day together home from school, go to school together, but our character is very different. At this point you will ask, how can two people who are worlds apart become good friends? Then let me tell you!
I still remember clearly, that day we got out of school very late, my home and her home and neighbors, I was a little scared, so I asked her to walk with me. Suddenly, I didn't see a big puddle in front of me, so I fell down and abducted my foot. I was so scared that I thought: this guy must be gloating now to get back at me for giving her a hard time before. However, her behavior surprised me, she first shoved the bag to me, and then used all her strength to carry me up, she is so thin, but I think her back is so wide; she looks so ordinary, but I think she is how great. When we arrived home, she was already full of head, panting, I was very touched, she seemed like a spring rain moisturizing my heart. The next day, I took the initiative to go and greet him, she smiled at me, gradually, we became more and more intimate, and became the envy of the classmates not to confidant. But the good times didn't last long, two years later we were separated. Before we broke up, we took a photo together, as a souvenir, when we broke up, we were in tears, I watched her sitting in the car gradually leaving heartache. Now, as long as I see that photo, I will remember the two of us before the good times!
I'm going to treasure and care for this photo like a treasure, not for any other reason, just because it has become a wonderful, unforgettable memory for us!
4. Write about which one of the photos taken since childhood is very touched fourth grade essayFourth of July vacation, I returned home from school. Not yet under the difference, I saw my grandmother has been waiting in the distance. I walked towards home, saw the busy figure of mom. Shouted: "Mom!" Mom looked back at me and smiled. By this time Grandma was still walking behind.
I put the bag to the room, suddenly saw a picture on the table, take over a look, I was surprised: "Mom, where did you get ah?
"xxx in elementary school to find the teacher to ask."
Looking at the photo, I was so excited, so thrilled, and my feelings at the moment were indescribable. This photo though the person's face is simply too blurry to see. I can't even see myself, but fortunately I remember where I was in the first place, and that's how I found myself. To me, this blurry photo is like a treasure. Because it has my friends who were inseparable from me during my elementary school years, and I have the wonderful memories of my elementary school years.
At night, my grandmother sat on the bedside folding clothes, and I sat on the bedside watching TV. I handed the photo to my grandmother to see: "milk, this is a picture of my performance when I came to the sixth grade, guess which one is me?" I had thought for sure that Grandma wouldn't know because even I couldn't recognize me. Grandma looked at the picture and quickly pointed her finger at someone. I was stunned. Grandma said, "It's this one, isn't it!" I nodded vigorously and busily asked, "Grandma, how did you know?" Grandma said, "How could you and I not recognize it!
Suddenly, my nose was sore, my eyes moist ...... Now think about it, I have not accompanied my grandmother for a long time. And every time after school, the first to pick me up is always grandma; every time there are good things the first to think of me, but also grandma ......
I held back my tears, did not say anything, silently took a piece of clothing from the grandmother's side and folded it. Grandma looked at me and smiled ......
5. Moving Essay with Loved Ones Caused by a PhotoIn my memory, I have a particularly unforgettable photo of me and my sister at the Chrysanthemum Exhibition in Xinyuan Square.
It was fall, and I was wearing a dark blue top and black pants underneath, like a Western cowboy. My sister, on the other hand, was wearing a red shirt and jeans underneath, like Hua Mulan, who took her father's place in the army. We both stood in front of the chrysanthemums, smiling joyfully.
At that time, we had a steady stream of people coming and going from Xinyuan Square. Every place was jam-packed with people. We first went to the fitness area of the square together, and after playing for a while, we went to view the chrysanthemums together. Some chrysanthemums are delicate golden yellow, some are bright pink, some are pure white, some are *** spicy red, all the chrysanthemums in a thousand shapes and sizes, they are comparing each other's beauty, it can really be said that beautiful flowers.
We also viewed a variety of shapes built with chrysanthemums, there is a long dragon winding circling among the flowers, as if it is calling the wind and rain, in a moment it will rain as if ......
We also saw the flowers arranged into a radish-like flowers, as well as arranged into a flying saucer. We crossed the bridge and saw poets' poems describing chrysanthemums.
In such a beautiful scenery, I was intoxicated. My sister said to me at this time, "Let's take a picture!" I was very happy to hear that. So my sister and I took this unforgettable photo.
6. That moment, I was really moved, photo essay how to write 500 wordsIn my photo album, there is such a photo, that moment I was really moved.
That morning was a windy and sunny. But the sky was like a child's face - changing at the drop of a hat.
In the afternoon, when school was over, I heard the sound of "tick-tock" outside, like a musical score with sound and color. I saw that it was raining.
I ran quickly to the school gate, and the ground was covered with water. I was so excited, I happened to have an umbrella with me on this day, so I could finally not be a wet noodle today.
As I was about to leave, a touching image appeared in front of my eyes. A little kid in the lower grades didn't have an umbrella, and he was waiting for his parents to arrive at the school gate.
At this time, a senior classmate came over and said to him, "I have two umbrellas here, let me lend you one!" The younger child looked at the senior classmate with excited eyes. Strangely enough, the senior classmate did not have two umbrellas.
Then he himself ran out of the school in the rain. I was so moved that my eyes were blurred with tears.
This student and the children do not know each other, why lend the younger children umbrellas, but they do not use it? I can only use the point to illustrate: now the good man is too little, almost full of streets can not meet a. Although this incident has been a few years ago, but this incident is still in my mind, long can not forget.
7. The Story of a PhotoWhenever I open a photo album, there are a lot of photos in it.
There is one that I consider to be the "jewel in the crown". There is a little me in the photo is snuggled in the arms of mom and dad, smiling so sweetly.
It was when I was just over a year and a half old, my mom and dad took me to Penglai Park to take pictures. At that time I was very, very scared.
My left hand clutched my mom's clothes, like I was about to fall. My right hand was holding a big, red balloon.
Mom also put a red beauty mark on my forehead, which is like a green leaf against a red flower, with which I look more beautiful and lovely. When I started to take pictures, my father's mouth was so big that he couldn't close it; my mother's mouth smiled like a pot of peonies that had just bloomed.
I ah! I'm looking around, I don't know what to do, and I don't know that I've been photographed. It was really funny and naughty.
The uncle with the camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life! I love it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family . I have many photos in my cabinet, but I love only one photo.
This photo came about when I went to Guiyang with my uncle and the others during the summer vacation. The next morning at 9:00 am, we rode in the car to Huangguoshu with great excitement.
We first went to tour the Tianxing Bridge, then came to the door of the Huangguoshu Waterfalls, just went in from the distance came a deafening rumbling sound, as if muffled thunder rolling. Closer to some, and see a lot of water spray on my face, very cool.
Closer to some, a huge white curtain into the eyes, that is the Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless water droplets splashing down.
Under the sunlight, these water droplets are like strings of colorful pearls with dazzling light. As I watched, I suddenly remembered a poem written by Li Bai, a great poet, "The water flows straight down three thousand feet, and the Milky Way is suspected to be falling from the sky".
Then we went forward, not long, we came to the left side of the waterfall, I was surprised to find that there is a dark hole. Oh! So this is the shooting of the Journey to the West now singing - Waterfall Cave.
So we went in. After a while, I came out, I saw a monument next to the monument is engraved with three concave words - Waterfall Cave, and then I decided to take a picture here.
I saw my uncle's camera "click", leaving a permanent memorial to me and the Waterfall Cave. I like this picture, because when I see it, my mind will be clearly floating out of the Huangguoshu Waterfalls.
Answer to one of my favorite photos is this year's "May 1" Golden Week in Yongxiu Zhelin Lake and a Russian aunt's photo. Because this is the first time in my life to take a picture with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair.
It was a windy and sunny early summer, I and my father, uncle, aunt and a line of nine people came to the beautiful scenery of Lake Zhelin play. There are more than a dozen small islands on the lake, each with its own characteristics.
One of the attractions called "Crocodile Island" can be fun to choose where the scenery is beautiful, fresh air, a good show. I heard that there will be two Russian aunts on stage at 10:00 a.m., a group of us have been eager to see.
Waiting for a long time, and finally waited for the two tall Russian aunts of the wonderful performance, only to see them a moment to sing, a moment to jump, action with such tacit understanding, so beautiful, from time to time to win the audience a burst of applause over a period of time. This exotic flavor of the national culture let me feast my eyes, I can not help but clap my hands.
After the show, my father called me and the Russian aunts to take a picture, I was thinking: people are "stars" miles will be with our children to take a picture of the buds in the father's invitation, I can not imagine a young, beautiful Russian aunts actually agreed to see her very easy out of the performance site, pulling up my hand, walked through the A level of steps, to a lush forest, smiled and bent down close to me, let me sit on her lap, and then let me hold a bottle of drink, and then she cupped my hand holding the bottle hand. At once, it was like I was snuggling in my mom's arms, so intoxicated and happy, with a delighted smile on my face.
With a click, the moment was frozen for eternity - "my favorite photo" was born. Later, this photo was carefully clamped into a beautiful album, treasured in the depths of my memory ...... A photo On my desk, there is a photo, that is our sixth grade graduation is the graduation photo of all the classmates, and still in the most conspicuous place of my desk.
Looking back on our six years of life, sour, had; sweet, had; bitter, had; spicy, had; salty, also had. Remember when we first met, who also do not know who, but who knows the last, we are in the separation of that do not rely on, that do not want to give up.
When we became a class of students, the students are each self-introduction, the scene, I still vaguely remember, there are funny, there is meat, there is also a serious, that look really call people shouting toothache. Our classmates are very united, especially in the activities organized by the school, that kind of unity and love, help each other's spirit in the unknowingly be unearthed, when we won the award, the whole class is not to mention how happy, are happy to draw a "V" shape, shouting: "Yeah!" That momentum can be really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey.
There is sweet will cry, we are in the collective examination in the whole set of rankings are at the top, but who knows, we are all in the chest waiting for this championship ranking, God knows, our whole set of rankings actually lagged behind a, got a runner-up, we are very frustrated, in the end of our disappointment, the teacher seriously to comfort us, to us to cheer up, encourage us to rise up, she did not blame us, know is to use her to help us, but also to encourage us to do so, and she is a very good teacher. She did not blame us, know is with her dexterous mouth to tell the words that can make us regain confidence, so we believe that failure is the mother of success. After the baptism of the storm of this ranking drop, we become more love learning, more hard work, in this period, students are very hard, finally, the effort is not deserved, we have reclaimed the first place that is exclusive to us.
This makes the process of bitterness gradually fade away. Our classmates may make acute reincarnation, do everything want to act immediately, as long as it is decided or make a good discussion, never.
8. write essay "make me y touched by a thing" about 400 wordsTime rushed by, a lot of memories have faded with the disappearance of the day. 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, "Bobo, 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 when school was over at noon, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, and in an instant the rain came down in torrents. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. 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 was sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry, looking out the window at the heavy rain, I could not help but cry.
At that moment, a familiar figure appeared in the rain. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it! The wind and the rain seemed to be swallowing my mom. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
"Bobo, come over here and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and draped it over me. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face and body were soaked with rainwater. Looking at the "soup chicken" like mom, looking at her face with the blue 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. Although things have passed for a long time, but it touched me from time to time, teaching me to be a good person and read well ......
9. Request for a few pictures of moving moments and a matching 600-word essayI'm sorry, there are no pictures.
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... The Moving Moment of Life Strolling quietly by the lake, it was the windy and sunny evening, I leisurely enjoyed the picturesque scenery. This is the April weather, the warmth of the sun intimately touching people's faces, the sky blue blue, as sapphire general, white as snow clouds lightly floating.
The grass on the shore enjoys the favor of the spring girl, green and oily 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 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, hovering, like a young girl in the display of their beautiful posture.
Occasionally, a few swallows soar freely, crossing 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.
There was an inexplicable feeling in my heart, a longing for life! I was moved to tears, this beautiful scenery is not just like our colorful life? Life is beautiful, but also 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 how good things, we have to spend a good life to repay the world. Touched There is a glass in the heart, which stores big and small; red and green things.
That is the record chip of my sweet and sour, from which I randomly take out a small piece and insert it into the wave stream of my memory ------ As a toddler, I was very playful. There was a small river near the school, and the water was especially clear and green.
Once summer came, the river fish ah, shrimp ah is 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. Looking at the face of the little friends of the spirit and joy, I also itching to join the team of shrimp fishing.
Because I was too small, I accidentally stepped on an empty, fell in the river. I floundered in the water, screaming ------ just as a teacher was passing by, he rushed down the river bank, not bothering to take off his clothes, rushed into the water and dragged me to the shore.
I don't know whether it is because of the fall into the water was frightened, or young and ignorant, I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, I was not touched ------ 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 also therefore often forget to bring a lunch box in a hurry. Once at noon, my stomach naturally sang the uncomfortable "empty city", and the students of the delicious look more make me almost salivate.
Every now and then, the classroom teacher will always take out half of her box of rice, let me *** with sharing. Strangely enough, the teacher always ate very, very little, but she always said she was full.
I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I'm still not touched ------ In middle school, I was faced with an increase in the curriculum, the burden of learning increased, no way to have to play with "bye-bye".
I was buried in the sea of books every day, immersed in the sea of questions. Teachers also grasp very tightly, often a front leg in, a back leg out.
I was born strong, in order to make their own performance is not very embarrassing, I can really be regarded as a learning without getting tired of it, ask and not tired of it. As soon as I have time, I will ask the teacher.
Sometimes even the teacher to catch when eating. The teacher often immediately put down the rice bowl, while sassafras forehead sweat, while patiently give me the answer.
Perhaps the pressure of learning is too much, perhaps busy squeezing time, in the face of the teacher's slightly weary face, I still did not move ------ I am about to participate in the midterm examination, in order to squeeze into the heavy high school that the one-track bridge, learning is even more hard, it is simply waste of sleep and food. Once, I even 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 gently said, "Sleeping in class will catch a cold, you know?" Looking at the breeze whisked up the few strands 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! While flipping through the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.
I bent down, picked up, and realized that this is the junior high school graduation desk gave me, the back of the written "cherish, 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'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea.
For a long time, I seem to have forgotten what it's like to be moved, is my heart has been indifferent, or my heart is filled with some insignificant things without space? A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we will pass by, not because of no fate, but our life less than two words - moving." Indeed, our hearts are therefore no longer sensitive, we are no longer with the heart to 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 that can be touched. However, as long as we quietly think about it, you will find that, in fact, touched all the time, everywhere.
Reading tired, 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 with you to share the joy, 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."
Red dust has love, love on earth, we have what reason to let the mediocrity blind our eyes and can not feel touched by the taste of it? What is touched? The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, and I was in the middle of the movie. But, no matter who, can not say to a person without feelings what is really moving.
Because moving is not with the mouth to say out, but with the heart to taste out. Touched.
10. Write about which one of the photos taken from childhood to adulthood is very touched fourth grade essayFourth of July vacation, I returned home from school.
Before I got off the difference, I saw that my grandmother was already waiting in the distance. I walked toward home and saw my mom's busy figure.
Shouted, "Mom!" Mom looked back at me and smiled. By this time Grandma was still walking behind.
I put my schoolbag in my room, suddenly I saw a picture on the table, took it over, I was surprised: "Mom, where did you get it? "XXX asked the teacher in elementary school for it." Looking at the photo, I am really excited, too excited, at this moment my mood is simply indescribable.
This photo, although the face of the person is simply too blurred to see. I can't even see myself, but luckily I remember where I was at the beginning, which is how I found myself.
For me, this blurred photo is like a treasure.
To me, this blurry photo is like a treasure, because there are my friends who were inseparable from me during my elementary school years, and there are my beautiful memories of my elementary school years.
In the evening, my grandmother was sitting on the bedside folding clothes, and I was sitting on the bedside watching TV. I handed the photo to my grandmother to see: "milk, this is a picture of my performance when I came to the sixth grade, guess which one is me?" I had thought that Grandma must not know because even I couldn't recognize myself.
Grandma looked at the photo and quickly pointed her finger at someone. I was stunned.
Grandma said, "It's this one, isn't it!" I nodded vigorously and asked, "Grandma, how did you know?" Grandma said, "How could you and I not recognize it! Suddenly, my nose was sore and my eyes were moist ...... Now that I think about it, I haven't been with my grandmother for a long time. And every time after school, the first to pick me up is always grandma; every time there are good things the first to think of me, but also grandma ...... I held back my tears, did not say anything, silently took a piece of clothing from the grandmother's side and folded it.
Grandma looked at me and smiled .......