One afternoon, the sun was hot. I accompanied my mother to the square to buy clothes. As soon as I entered the gate, because the price of clothes was reduced, it was crowded here. My aunt rushed to the stall like a child. I am not attracted by these colorful clothes. What attracts me is a little girl who turns hula hoops in the corner of the square.
The girl was dirty, wearing a thin T-shirt and skipping rope barefoot. She was handsome and her big eyes were like two pearls. Obviously, he is a child who can't eat enough and wear warm clothes. But how did she come here? People around her said, "her parents divorced. Her father got rabies because he liked to keep stray cats. He lost his temper all day and even bit people. She didn't have money at home. In order to make her father better, she came here." everyone was very moved and sent the money to the small broken bowl one after another. Every time she receives money from a kind person, she will say "thank you". Although it is a dialect, she can understand it.
I just looked at her like that. She also found me. She was a little shy. Her sweat dripped. She had jumped more than 500 times. She still insisted on jumping. When she jumped more than 700 times, she suddenly lay down on the ground. I picked her up and bought her an ice stick. She looked at me without speaking, her eyes full of gratitude.
At this time, my mother came. I told her about the little girl's family. She immediately gave her 100 yuan. When I was leaving, I said to her, "bye, I'll come to see you.". She smiled and came home. I lay on the window and looked at the sunset. There was always a little girl's face in front of me. Thinking, a line of tears flowed down. The thing that moves me most in the composition is the thing that moves me most
Everyone will encounter many things that move him in his life. Now let me tell you a very moving story: I heard this story from a speaker when Dr. King was giving a speech. When he was telling this story, many people present shed moving tears
The story happened at an Olympic Games. It was the first time the black people took part in the Olympic Games: when the black people came out of the hall, the people on the stage stirred up, followed by a burst of shouting and scolding. Because the whites can't stand the fact that the Olympic Organizing Committee will let a race who can't eat enough to participate in the Olympic Games, they strongly urge that blacks should not participate
After a while, the head of the international referee walked over under great pressure and said to the black representatives, "we have decided that you are only allowed to send one person to participate in the track and field games. If you win, all the players you send will participate in the next Olympic Games; if you lose, there will be no way for anyone." after a heated discussion, the black representatives, He walked up to a black boy and said a page to him. Read.4hw.com.cn pushed you a sentence: "come on, the shame of our nation is on you." the black boy nodded and walked firmly to the starting line. The starting gun rang, and the black boy ran out like an arrow, leaving the white athletes behind. But when he ran halfway, an accident happened. I don't know who threw a can down in the stands and hit the black boy on the instep. For a moment, the black boy's instep spilled a lot of blood. And the black boy also fell down with the outflow of blood... When he watched white athletes passing by him one by one, he had only one thought in his heart: even if he could not win the prize, he would run to the end, because I represented the spirit of our nation. Thinking of this, he stumbled to his feet and walked to the end step by step... Fell down and stood up again... When the white man ran across the end and was ready to move the prize, the host said, "there are still people who haven't arrived." (when giving the prize, he usually didn't wait for the later people.) after a while, his strength was exhausted and he got up. When someone helped him up, he raised his hand and said: "No, I can walk by myself. Although I can't win the prize, I have to climb to the end even if I climb." he is climbing hard, covered with bruises and lost his nails... But he is still climbing to the end
I think this is a story that can move people deeply. It is this story that makes many people shed moving tears... What do you think??? One thing that moves me the most? One thing that moves me the most
When I was ten years old, I stood in front of my parents and looked at my parents' tired figure. A warm current cut into my heart. Over the past ten years, my parents have worked hard and sweated for me! I clearly remember that thing five years ago.
It was a night when it was raining cats and dogs and I couldn't see my fingers. Suddenly, I was woken up by my parents: "Yanyan! Yanyan! Why do you have a fever?" I opened my eyes and saw my parents looking at me anxiously. My father said, "what should I do? The hospital is closed so late, not to mention such a heavy rain." my mother said: "No matter! Let's go! Go to Xixiang hospital!" I was held by my mother. My father helped me put on my clothes, took a coat and a big umbrella, and walked out of the room. Downstairs, my father looked around anxiously, and a car came after a long time. Although it cost 80 yuan, my mother went in without saying a word and said: "Master, take us to the hospital quickly. My daughter has a fever. Please help." the driver started the car. I felt very uncomfortable in the car, so I twisted in my mother's arms. My father patted me and said, "good boy! My father knows you're very uncomfortable. We'll be here soon. Hold on and listen..."
When I got to the hospital, my parents were talking to the doctor. I cried bitterly: "wuwuwuwuwu..." my mother sat down and coaxed me: "Yanyan doesn't cry, Yanyan doesn't cry, and she'll be fine soon." later, the doctor said she wanted an injection, and I cried loudly: "I don't give an injection, I don't give an injection..." my father picked me up and coaxed me: "We Yanyan are the bravest children and are not afraid of injections..." I stopped crying. During the injection, my parents kept asking me, "does it hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable? It's almost ready. Go to sleep first and go home when you wake up..." I closed my eyes and "snored." I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was almost dawn and the needle was finished, but my parents' eyes were red. I knew that they must not have slept last night and were with me, which moved me very much
Then mother said, "come on, let's go home." Then my mother carried me on her back. My father put his coat on me, opened his umbrella and flashed into the rain. I lay on my mother's back and saw my mother sweating all over her face, and the beads of sweat fell one by one, so I didn't know what to say. When I looked back, my father gave me almost all the umbrellas. He was wet by the rain, and my tears flowed down.
When I got home, during my recuperation, my mother always cooked sweet and delicious meals, fed me one mouthful at a time, and bought juicy fruit. She said that if I ate more fruit, I would get better quickly. She was afraid that I would be bored. She also bought me a lot of books I like to read, so that I could kill time. A few days later, my high fever subsided, and my parents were relieved
Ah! Mom and Dad, your love is so great! I'm proud of you. Thank you! One thing that moved me most is that time flies like water, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of days. But there is one thing that makes me remember and can't help but move that deep maternal love.
That morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, the weather forecast is that it will rain today. I'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. It's clear. How can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door.
Just after school at noon, there was a sudden flash of lightning and thunder, and the rainstorm suddenly fell. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father taught in foreign schools and never came home at noon. It happened that my mother was suffering from a high fever and drips these days. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I was sitting in the classroom alone and anxious Hungry again, looking out the window at the heavy rain, I couldn't help crying.
At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's my mother! The strong wind and heavy rain seemed to swallow my mother. My mother struggled to come to me
"Jingjing, come here quickly and put on your raincoat." my mother said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, the rain became heavier and heavier. My mother's hair, face and body were drenched with rain. Looking at her "drowned chicken" like mother and her blue and white face, I couldn't help crying again
An umbrella held up for a day, my mother's umbrella gave me happiness and happiness. Although things have passed for a long time, it has always moved me, taught me to be a good man and study well... What is the most moving thing in composition? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who, can't say what is moving to a person who is not touched at all. Because moving is not easy It is said by mouth, but tasted by heart. Moving is like refreshing sweet spring. Drinking sweet spring makes our heart pure and spacious. Moving is like breaking snow. Appreciating snow makes our heart quiet and peaceful.
I was only seven years old and curious about everything. I was interested in all kinds of knives in the kitchen.
The knives in the kitchen are square and flat, thin and long, and... · · suddenly I found a multifunctional knife in the corner. I looked carefully and found that its skin was brown. I could break a small piece to make a kind of knife. Holding the silver glittering knife, I broke a piece without hesitation and learned to cut fruit. Inadvertently, my fingers crossed it The knife. For a moment, an unbearable pain hit me, and I couldn't help crying.
My mother ran over in a panic and asked kindly, "what's the matter?" I stretched out my hand and said, "it's cut by the knife." she gently put my hand to my mouth, pursed her mouth, breathed, patted me on the shoulder and said, "how's it? It doesn't hurt anymore!" I stopped crying and looked at her helplessly and said, "it still hurts." Take a closer look, the hole is still playing and bleeding out. I'm anxious like an ant on a hot pot. At this time, my mother began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find something. "Mom, what are you looking for?" I asked eagerly. "Here's a cotton swab." my mother held up a bag of white things. "Come on." Mother shouted. As soon as the voice fell, she pulled me to the bathroom
My mother turned on the tap, held the cotton swab tightly, and washed me repeatedly and carefully. It was still summer at that time, and the sweat like soybeans kept flowing down my hair. I asked with concern, "Mom, are you tired?" she didn't answer, but just smiled. After a while, the wound didn't hurt