Give me an 800 word narrative essay entitled You Pulled My Heartstrings 20

You tugged at my heartstrings.

There is no one who is who, and there is no one who cannot leave whom.

Inscription. Summer is actually a sad season, and at a sudden moment, you will recall the past. Those people, those things, may have really existed, but they were sunk in a corner of memory, and suddenly one day they were picked up, and for some reason, their hearts were full of strange feelings.

I remembered the scene of sitting together and listening to a song; I think of the days when we laughed together and walked together.

Perhaps, it's because my life is too confused and too hasty, so I always stay in the past.

In fact, the friendship between you and me has long been polished by reality and time.

You say, "People change." "Yes, people change, and the only thing that remains unchanged is memories.

Reality has led you and me to disagreement.

I don't know why they became good friends in the first place, maybe each other's hearts are too empty.

Maybe it's because it's boring, so I like to run together in the scorching sun, like sweat dripping down my body, and like to make fun of each other. Maybe it's because you and I are too stubborn, so we can only leave each other with a vague smile and some fragments. Maybe it's because your arms are too short and too far apart that reality will stop us from holding hands.

You're gone, I'm stopping.

Time has changed for you and me.

Time is really omnipotent, and it only takes a long time for the vicissitudes of life to change.

Some people say: friendship is the second hand, love is the minute hand, and family affection is the hour hand. So can I understand that friendship comes and goes quickly. No matter how hard we try, we can't stop the second hand from moving?

When midsummer has passed, and the autumn solstice comes, your memories will end. Now I know that reality and time have already found a place for our friendship. Although there are still connections, they are no longer what they used to be.

Since you don't need it anymore, give it up.

Friendship "stung my eyes, and once again, you tugged at my heartstrings."

Under the magical pen of the writer, you are portrayed as brave, strong and not afraid of difficulties.

Robinson, it's you, tugging at my heartstrings.

Although he was born into a respectable merchant family, he had a longing for sailing. The father was expecting his son to study law, but you were bent on sailing. One day, when you were on your way to Hull, one of your companions was about to take his father's ship to London, and you were so moved that you went with you, who was nineteen years old at the time.

As soon as the ship sailed out of the sea, it encountered a terrible wind and waves, which made you feel indescribably sad and frightened. You swore in anguish that if God had left me alive on this voyage, I would have stayed with my loving parents since I landed on land, and would have obeyed them henceforth. Advice to do things.

Finally, the next day the wind has stopped, the waves have stopped, and you have thrown away your determination to go home after this voyage. So a second voyage was made. It's really "heaven pays off", you made a fortune on your second voyage.

Just when you were happy, the third voyage was mishapting. You were captured by a Turkish pirate ship and sold into slavery. Luckily, you rowed your master's boat and escaped, but were rescued by a Portuguese cargo ship and fled to Brazil, where you ran a sugar cane plantation on your own and became the owner of the estate.

Robinson, it was your love of sailing that tugged at my heartstrings.

In an accident, due to a storm on the way, you drift to an uninhabited island. In order to survive on the island, you make a raft out of the mast of a shipwreck, carry the ship's belongings to the island, set up a tent on a hill, and make furniture with the simplest tools. Hunting wild game for food, drinking water from the stream, and surviving the initial difficulties.

Then, you start growing barley and rice on the island, making your own wooden poles, chopsticks and other tools to process flour. He also made pottery to ensure his own living needs.

Robinson, it is your spirit of not being afraid of difficulties and daring to overcome that has touched my heartstrings.

It was you who lived on the island for eighteen years. One day, you find that the shore of the island is full of human bones: it turns out that the wild people have a meat feast here.

Twenty-six years later, you find out that there are wild men who have feasted on meat, and this time they want to eat their captives. You risked your life to get that captive out and named it "Friday". Soon after, you find out that the sailors on the British ship have mutinied, and the captain and deputy captain have been abandoned on the island, and you and "Friday" help the captain and others bless the sailors, recapture the ship, leave the sailors on the island, and leave here with "Friday" on the captain's ship.

Robinson, it was your strong and courageous spirit that tugged at my heartstrings.

Robinson is one of those who tugs at my heartstrings.

The bits and pieces of daily life, although they seem to be bland, but they gently tug at my heartstrings, although only lightly, they make my heartstrings linger for a long time. The heroic characters of the majestic mountains and rivers in Jin Yong**, the love story of the mountains and seas in Qiong Yao's romance** will always cause ripples in my heart, but after that, I forgot about them; The bits and pieces of daily life, although they seem to be bland, but they gently tug at my heartstrings, although only lightly, they make my heartstrings linger for a long time.

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, it was a snowy noon, and I staggered into the house with a cold body, and it was so warm! When I warmed up, I found that it was just my father and me in the room, and there was a hot meal on the table, and my father said, "Wash your face with warm water, warm up."

As he spoke, he handed me the basin with warm water. A warmth began to flow through my heart. When I finished washing my face, my father said in that rare gentle voice

Your mother is not at home, I only made rice and egg soup, you can eat it first, and then make something else for you when your mother comes back. I looked at the hot food on the table and my father's guilty face, and suddenly burst into tears, tears fell like beads with broken threads, and my father picked up a towel to wipe my tears: "Don't cry, it's such a cold day, it's not good to bring it back and let the wind blow on your face."

Although it was just a few short words and a few very ordinary movements, they tugged at my heartstrings for a long time, and it could not calm down for a long time.

Another time I casually said to my mother: "I haven't eaten dumplings for a long time, and I will make dumplings with you when I wait for the big week." "Unexpectedly, when I came home from school in the evening, there was a plate of hot dumplings on the table, and I said:

Who made dumplings and gave us a plate of dumplings? The mother said, "This is what I made, so busy, who makes dumplings!"

But aren't you busy? How do you still make dumplings? "Didn't you say you hadn't eaten dumplings in a long time?

When did I say that? "Didn't you just say that at noon today? That's when I remembered the casual words of the noon.

Another time, when I got up in the morning, I accidentally stepped on a piece of apple peel and fell to my knees on the floor. I said

No. After a while, I went out, and when I came back and walked to the door, I heard my father reprimanding my brother: "Why did you throw the apple peel on the ground?"

Didn't you see your sister fall? ”

In daily life, what is imprinted in our hearts is often not the vigorous big things, but some insignificant little things. And it is these small things that make up our happiness, and she gently tugs at our heartstrings and makes it vibrate for a long time.

You tugged at my heartstrings.

Life is like a dream, years are like a song, don't look back, wipe away your tears, and ......move forward bravely"Remember, it was our favorite song when we were kids. At that time, although we did not understand the meaning of the past events, the low and sad tune had already caused ripples in our hearts.

I like you very much at that time, your faint melancholy smile, your sad and determined eyes, your lonely and strong figure. The story behind you makes me feel like it's a legend. That's how I was fascinated by you.

Childhood happiness is the simplest and most beautiful. Happiness at that time for us was holding our father in our left hand and our mother in our right hand, and that's it. This gives us a smile of contentment.

But it's such a simple happiness, you don't even have it, as a friend, I resent, I hate, I hate God for being unfair to you, hating Him for making you suffer too much. But you always smile and say, "Actually, I'm still very happy."

I was speechless about this, because I knew that this was you, a person who could find comfort in pain, always living with a smile.

When you were a child, your parents divorced. From then on, you will only be left with your dad in your life. I'm so worried that happiness will disappear from your life, and I won't see you smile like that anymore.

School has started, and in the midst of the discussion of your classmates, you walked into the classroom with a smile on your face, as always. From that smile, I already know that you have once again faced all this misfortune calmly. You didn't complain about anyone, and at the same time, your smile brought a maturity, and I saw you strong again.

The tribulations of life have never made you lose yourself. You're so strong. Although your dad is a person with no sense of responsibility, you accept it without the slightest complaint.

You smile and say, "People should be self-reliant." "Your laughter, your words, all of them are shocking, shocking that such a weak person can be so strong and open-minded.

I used to be a weak girl. After getting to know you, your smile and your firmness infected me. From you, I have learned to find happiness from unhappiness, to be grateful from misfortune, and to be grateful that I am actually very happy.

You are very kind, and when you encounter problems, you always leave your happy side to others, bear the pain alone, and hide your sadness in your heart.

In the wind and rain, you are weak, and you have no intention of falling. Every time I see you, you smile.

It's this kind of laughter, this kind of laughter that you give him in return, no matter what life gives, that tugs at my heartstrings deeply. My friend, I wonder if you're okay at this point. That kind of smile in the face of life must still be on your face! Hope you are happy!

Flipping through our past memories, slowly tasting the loneliness and sorrow of the past, the wisps of desolation and loneliness gently plucked my heartstrings and caused ripples.

Write it yourself, a lot of what others write is turning, be careful of crashing.