⑴ A heart-touching story of 700 words
Life is like a song, and time is like a poem. It is wonderful to have life, even if there are dissatisfactions of one kind or another in life. There are many beautiful moments in our lives: the back view of my mother cooking for me at 6 o'clock in the morning moved me; the back view of an innocent and lively child helping a pair of blind old people cross the road while crossing the road, It made my eyes blurry. The sound of reading loudly in the classroom during morning reading was so sweet and made me feel the beauty of reading. Walking on the street, I saw an old man lowering his head to pick up garbage, which made me excited... In life There are many beautiful moments, which deeply shock our souls, purify our souls, educate our minds, and grow healthily while being shocked!
On a Sunday afternoon, the weather was very cold, and there was a chilly feeling in my body. Several childhood friends and I went to the park to play. The bamboos stood tall and tall as usual despite the winter clouds. Under the frozen soil, new bamboo shoots are about to break out of the ground. I only say that spring flowers and autumn moon are beautiful scenery at a good time, but I don't know that new bamboo shoots breaking through new soil are more pleasing to the eye.
A night of spring rain, thousands of new bamboo poles, red peach and white plums, and whirling shadows of the trees, can't withstand the vitality of the ten-mile bamboo forest and the infinite green scenery. But there is also a fly in the ointment. On a piece of green grass, there are a few garbage discarded by pedestrians, and there is a trash can not far away. It really feels discordant. At this time, my heart was shocked. A lively and lovely The child walked over and picked up the garbage one by one with his young hands and put it into the trash can. The grass suddenly became green and the bamboo seemed to be much taller. I couldn't help feeling how much this young man's behavior touched my heart. , at the moment when he was picking up garbage, my eyes were filled with tears. A young man seemed to be like a bamboo, combining the elegance of mountains, rivers, rocks and bones. Although his actions were ordinary, his spirit touched my heart. The soul, a person's life, and a person's destiny can be changed. Thinking of the meaning of life, this is also the heart of a young man. With the success of Chuangwei, everyone needs to take care of it. A strong young man will make China Strong, the quality of a young man represents the national integrity of a great country. Unity, friendship, and peace are the charm of the human soul. There are many moments in the world that touch people's hearts, some beautiful, some tragic..., hope We young people can, like bamboo, interpret the splendor of our lives and the stage of our lives.
The moment that touched my heart was not only the action of a young man picking up garbage, but more importantly, his spirit and integrity, shining like bamboo in the forest of the world.
⑵ The story that touches the soul Composition with title
The story that touches the soul
The cycle of life, from gorgeous to withered, interprets the narrative and interpretation of a lifetime Live the beauty of a lifetime...
——Inscription
Habitually, after dinner, I stroll along this quiet tree-lined path and breathe in the purest and most beautiful breath of nature.
So fresh, I suddenly remembered that the leaves were the birthplace of this freshness. I couldn't help but raise my head to find the source, but at that moment, I was intoxicated by the green eyes and was overwhelmed.
I have never observed it so carefully. The tall and straight poplar trees support a green sky. Looking up at the sky, I will feel a refreshing feeling that penetrates my heart, infecting my heart bit by bit. When the whole thought and the whole soul are melted in this green, I am intoxicated.
The leaf was so green that it seemed to be a pen dipped in green, vigorously and powerfully depicting the sky, so the top of my head became gorgeous.
I woke up from my fantasy and reached out to touch these green leaves. Even though it was extremely tall, I could only stare at the lower leaves and was satisfied.
However, my sensitive heart became worried. Autumn is coming soon. Will this green still exist? I can't help but feel a little bit reluctant in my heart, but also helpless.
Soon, as I expected, autumn came.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been to that trail, and now I can’t bear to go there. I can’t bear to see the tragic scenery of the gorgeous scenery disappearing in the wind, but I can’t stop myself from walking and come here again.
There was no bleak scene as I expected. I saw from a distance that the green was no longer clean and mixed with withered yellow tones. I don’t know why, but I didn’t feel any dissatisfaction. Instead, I quickened my pace.
As I got closer, the golden color of the ground rushed to my face, evenly and neatly lying flat as if welcoming a distinguished guest. I stepped on it gently and heard the sound of leaf stems breaking, on the quiet path. Seems extremely harsh.
Looking up, it is no longer the sky. The original single sky has become mottled now, but it looks more open and open, which seems to add a touch of maturity.
A breeze blew, and the dead leaves floated in the wind. I stared blankly at the "withered butterflies" dancing and flying in the wind. Finally, it fell quietly, fell to the golden ground, and was submerged...
The original worry in my heart had completely passed away at this time, leaving only the beauty that touched my soul for a long time.
This remote and tranquil green, after experiencing the brilliance and vitality of life, is still so beautiful at the end of life. It bids farewell to life in a touching way and shows its life perfectly. , touched my heart for a long time.
That leaf is really beautiful.
⑶ Heart-touching story compositions (collection)
I come from accident, like a grain of dust, who can see my fragility. Where do I come from, where do I go, who is calling me in the next moment. Although the world is wide, this road is difficult to walk. I have seen all the ups and downs in the world."...
Although I have heard this song many times, when it sounded again, my heart My heart still trembled, and a story in "The Smart Backpack" came to mind again.
In the story, a deaf-mute girl and her mother depended on each other. The little girl looked forward to her mother's return every day. home, because every time her mother came home, she would buy her a delicious rice cake. But one day, it was raining heavily, it was already very late, and her mother did not come back. She went out to look for her mother, and found her mother on the road. The little girl still had a piece of rice cake in her hand, and her eyes were wide open. She thought: her mother didn't trust her to live alone in this world, so she didn't close her eyes. The language told her mother that she would live well and let her go with peace of mind... she "singed" the song "Grateful Heart" over and over again in sign language until her eyes slowly closed.
After reading this story, my eyes were moist and I couldn't calm down for a long time. What a great mother's love! At the end of her life, she did not forget the promises we often see on TV. It is so hateful that a child is abandoned by his parents to society because he has a disability and does not assume his own responsibilities.
Thinking about that strong girl again, I feel deeply ashamed. I remember one time: My. My feet were sprained and it was still painful to walk with a limp, so I said to my mother, "Mom, please ask the teacher for a leave. I don't want to go to school!" My mother said, "How can that be done? I've fallen behind on my homework. What should I do?" Sprains don't heal in a day or two. "I was unhappy, so I cried and fussed with my mother. Thinking about it now, I really shouldn't have done it at the time!
I secretly made up my mind: No matter what difficulties I encounter in the future, I must face them bravely. Never give up, never be discouraged, and be a strong and responsible person
⑷ The beginning and end of the composition that touches the heart
In the galaxy of memory, there may be many. What shining stars - some may be a word, some may be an action? However, in my galaxy, the most dazzling star is the moment that touches my heart? , my mother and I went to Fushan Square to fly kites, and met a mother and daughter who were also flying kites.
The seven or eight-year-old girl was as excited as I was. We ran and put down the line while staring at our kite and screaming, as if we were flying into the blue sky with the kite. After a while, I was sweating profusely. My mother chose a shady place for me to sit down and rest, and then went to buy ice cream for me. My mother put the ice cream she just bought into my hands and kept wiping my sweat. After a while, the mother and daughter also sat down next to us. I saw that the girl was panting, sweating profusely, and there was a "pearl" hanging on the tip of her nose. Her mother took out a tissue and was about to reach out to wipe her sweat, but she quickly took the tissue, smiled at her mother, and started wiping herself. "Let me buy you an ice cream too!" the aunt said to the girl. The girl hesitated for a moment: "Mom, I'd better go!" She took the money from her mother without any explanation and jumped away. After a while, she came back full of joy, holding two ice creams in her hands. "Mom, I bought one for you too!" the girl said happily. "Why are you buying it for me? Mom is not hot, just eat it by yourself." "No! I want mom to eat it with me." The girl said coquettishly. "Which one do you like to eat?" Her mother couldn't control her. "Okay, then I'll take the cheap one." "This one." The girl said, handing her the cheap ice cream in her mouth. In front of her mother, her mother took the ice cream in front of her and tasted it slowly. The ice cream was getting smaller and smaller, and her mother praised the ice cream as it tasted good. The girl smiled and said nothing, but secretly glanced at her mother. After the ice cream completely melted into her mother's mouth, she hugged her mother and asked, "Is it delicious?" Her mother nodded. At this time, the girl got her wish and announced: "Mom, I'm sorry! I just lied to you. What you ate was two yuan a piece, mine was one yuan a piece, and what I ate was cheap!" The girl giggled after saying this. He laughed, his red face filled with a happy smile. Mom was stunned and asked puzzledly: "Why?" "Usually you are the one who chooses the bad ones to eat. Today, I want to learn from you. Because I want to love you properly!" Mom hugged her excitedly. girl. At that moment, I couldn't help but be deeply shocked: "Yes, maternal love is as broad as the sea, but our love is like a trickle; maternal love is as selfless as sunshine, but I will only ask for it blindly, and even picky." Pick four. However, this little girl of seven or eight years old knows how to be grateful, know how to love her mother as much as she can, and know how to love her mother in her own way, even if it is just a small gesture. A warm word or a small act of consideration is a great comfort to my mother, but I, a twelve-year-old man, have never done this. I felt ashamed and reached out to touch the pocket change. Money, I quickly ran to the store?
⑸ How to write the ending of a touching thing? 1. Ending: Touching, like drinking from the refreshing sweet spring. Our hearts become clear and bright. When we feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. It became a frozen world. It may be a trivial thing in the eyes of others, but it deeply touched me and taught me to be an honest person. .
2. Ending: It turns out that in this world, there is a kind of care, hidden quietly beside you, just like a bright light, shining brightly on the journey of life. Infinitely far away.
3. Ending: Touching is not necessarily something earth-shattering, nor does it necessarily mean being sad. Touching is actually a small sweet spring; it may also be the brightest one among the stars. It will become a knife and stab your heart.
4. Ending: Touched, like a refreshing sweet spring. Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright. Intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious. When there are no traces of emotion in the world, it becomes a cold and ruthless world.
This may be a trivial thing in the eyes of others, but it touched me deeply and taught me to be an honest person.
⑹ The story of Guiqiu composition that touches the soul
On the long road of life, we will have many unusual experiences. There is bitterness, sweetness, happiness, sadness, and sometimes there are things that touch our hearts. These things touch our hearts and we will never forget them.
In life, I have encountered many things that moved me, and one of them left an indelible impression on me.
It was when I was in the second year of junior high school. It rained heavily. It rained very fast, and soon the ground was flooded with rainwater. It was late autumn, the temperature was very low, I was wearing very thin clothes, and the cold wind blew violently against the windows. I was sitting alone in the school dormitory, shivering from the cold. At that time, I silently thought to myself, how great it would be if I could have thicker clothes now! Just when my thoughts were racing, a man pushed open the door and walked in. I lowered my head and didn't care who came in. I thought it was a classmate. When I raised my head, I was shocked to see that it was my father. I didn't expect my father to come at all, because my home was far away from the school and separated by several ravines. In addition, it rained so hard that my father couldn't come at all, but my father came. I was so excited and overwhelmed with joy. Gradually I calmed down. I greeted my father and asked him to sit down. Only then did I realize that my father had brought clothes. I would not be cold anymore. Taking a closer look at my father, I saw that his clothes were soaked through, and mud covered his trouser legs and shoes. My father was shivering from the cold, and the raindrops on his hair were falling drop by drop. I felt extremely uncomfortable at the time, but I was even more moved.
"Dad, are you cold?" The father shook his head. I said: "Dad, you are lying!" But my father forced a smile and said: "I'm not going to lie to you, dad is really not cold." But from his trembling voice, I could tell that he was very cold. But he didn't want to make me sad, so he insisted that he wasn't cold. My father was leaving, so I sent him to the school gate and waved goodbye to him. Looking at my father's retreating back, my eyes blurred with tears...