Essay on the topic of emotion!! Kneeling and begging!!!!!!!!!!

You can write about "love", the title is "the most touching thing for me", the most direct thing is that your parents love you, and you can be moved by love. With your experience at your age, other subjects are not easy to portray in detail and touching.

I was touched by heaven and earth! Why can't you move me points.

Touching and beautiful.

Everyone will have their own perseverance and hardships on the road of growth; Everyone will be more or less touched by themselves because of this.

In adolescence, we have capital comparable to others; There is no need to envy the fruits of the adults' hard work and countless sweat drops, because we are young, and we have a lot of time for us to sweat and sweat. Yes, now we have the qualifications of arrogance.

Touched, even if it is arrogant, there is no shortage of such things in everyone's life. Moved for their own maturity, moved for their own progress, moved for their own transcendence ...... othersThere are many, many reasons why we can be moved for ourselves.

In fact, I have never been easy to express my feelings, I will only bury them deep in my heart and regard them as small beauties that only belong to me. But it is undeniable that there are many, many small things that belong to me, so much that my heart is full of happiness.

There were times when I was moved by what I had done, such as: a letter I wrote for myself for the first time in my nearly 16 years of life; It is full of words of self-encouragement, and also admonishes himself to be friends from beginning to end; Remember that there is a sentence in the letter that says: My dear, even if you are sad and hesitating, do not weep, but be strong; Get used to smiling at the clear blue sky and remember the purest and simplest happiness at first.

At that time, I was moved by the words I had written (with an element of pride in them, of course).

In other words, I have recently become obsessed with the kind of loose prose mixed with this faint sadness**. And I, too, try to paint some of my own feelings by myself. Every time I stop writing and reminisce, I feel an inexplicable throbbing in my heart, and those chapters bring me unprecedented touch.

Although these articles are not complete and beautiful, they are also the "masterpieces" of my hard work, and they are mixed with my truest feelings. Perhaps these slightly sad words are a challenge for me. Because I, who have always only known how to laugh but not to cry, has a seed called sorrow growing deep in my heart.

I am grateful for my sorrow, because it brings a different color to my world.

Being moved by oneself is a kind of beauty, which can be without tears and applause; The throbbing in my heart tells of my own achievements.