High bounty !!! The Touching Around Me Essay on the Second Year of Junior High School 1000 words

Touched by my side.

I am a snowman, standing on the bustling streets of the city, I am beautifully dressed by children, my eyes are made of large and round chocolate, I hold two balloons in my hands, and I am wearing a large cotton jacket, I look curiously at the people coming and going in front of me

At this time, a mother hurriedly chased after her son, who was taking drugs, and the son who was addicted to drugs impatiently slapped his mother in the face, and my mother was beaten to the stone slab next to me, and her body was bruised, and blood flowed out, and my mother barely stood up and chased after her

Soon a pair of mother and daughter appeared, the mother looked at the thin clothes on her daughter's body and the skinny and trembling body sighed helplessly, then the daughter raised her head with big eyes and said: Mom, I'm so cold, so hungry! ""Mom has no money.

The girl pouted, lowered her head, and got up with her mother, who saw the padded jacket and the two chocolates and a carrot on me. There is a hungry light in his eyes. She said to her daughter

We had something to eat. After saying that, she took her daughter's hand and walked up to me and said:"I'm sorry, we can't help it.

After that, I dragged off my padded jacket and pulled out my nose and eyes and gave it to her daughter, who smiled happily when she put it on, and her daughter pointed to the balloon in my hand and said, "I want to." The mothers reluctantly took the balloon from my hand and gave it to their daughter.

Later, her mother was still wearing the thin clothes, while the daughter wore a large cotton jacket, ate chocolate and carrots, and walked away with two balloons in her hands.

The next day, I was thickened, but I don't regret it because I understood"Impressed", the kind that is in the deepest part of my heart, that small place.

Mother's admonition is the sunshine that melts the frost, the sail that holds up hope, the mother's back is the imprint of the years, the ** that awakens the memory, and the crystal clear pearl of the mother's tears. Shine in the long river of life

Life is full of love, and every ordinary thing can sometimes move people. When I read a story online, I was also deeply moved by the quality of the story.

The story goes like this, there is a brother and sister, and the younger sister is seriously ill and needs a blood transfusion. My 10-year-old brother agreed to a blood transfusion. The boy asked after the blood transfusion

Doctor, how many more years do I have to live? The doctor was stunned: the boy thought that the blood transfusion would cost his life, and at that moment, the boy who had achieved the best results of the season decided to give his life to save his sister.

The doctor relented and said, "You can live to be 100 years old, you are healthy!" The boy was very happy, rolled up his sleeves, and said to the doctor

Then take half of my blood and give it to my sister, and we will each live fifty years!" ”

After reading this article, I was deeply moved, not by the stupid promise of a child, but by the quality of this child. I don't know what kind of quality this is that moves me, what kind of love is this, I've been thinking about it. When I read this article again, I vaguely felt that this is the most precious and kindest thing in the world -- love for others.

This kind of care for others is now less and less in society, and the society has become almost impersonal, and people are becoming more and more strange and unfamiliar, but I think that as long as our new generation works together, we will be able to awaken the love boom from all walks of life!

Think about the love ...... around youParents, teachers, classmates, friends, ......Then build it into a short story. Think about ...... againWrite it down slowly, replay your feelings, and revise it at the end. Don't be afraid of essays, as long as people with feelings can write good essays!

The touch of the heart.

Life is like a documentary, we are like a photographer, photographing the unforgettable people or events in life that touch us. It may be a look, a voice, or a momentary ...... that touches usBut it shows the most primitive and true cognition and emotion in our hearts. We often inadvertently recall or reminisce, like a photographer checking a sample that is about to be completed.

In the training course for new employees in the company, I came into contact with people of different ages, there are ten.

Seventy- and eighteen-year-old little brothers and little sisters, as well as uncles and aunts in their forties. We sat together and listened carefully to the training specialist explaining the company's overview and life etiquette to us, but my eyes often inadvertently looked around the crowd, because there was a sense of déjà vu that tugged at my emotions and sight. Their simplicity and honesty showed me the simplicity, enthusiasm and diligence of the rural people in my hometown, and at the same time aroused my faint homesickness and longing for my relatives.

They stared intently at the projection screen, sometimes looking down and jotting down points on paper. Their thick hands grasped the slender pen, and they looked very clumsy, and the little brothers and sisters listened very attentively, and their eyes revealed a thirst for knowledge.

During the recess, the training specialist led us to do a small game to dance to Ah Niu's "Waves Blooming", and all the new employees stood in the middle of the training room to imitate the posture of the lead dancer. Under the rhythm of **, moving the body, the audience was filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere, and almost everyone was immersed in this wonderful ** and pleasant atmosphere. But at this moment, my gaze was gathered by a bright light, a kind of light that was transformed from the depths of my heart through the eyeballs.

The eyes with a hint of shyness also revealed a hint of worry about life, the face that had quietly climbed into wrinkles through the wind and sun was filled with a simple smile, and from the smile I realized a little bit of the hardships of life. The little brothers and sisters were at ease with the dancers, showing us their innocence, liveliness and immaturity, and their shy, worried, and innocent eyes left a deep impression on my mind, and left a touching chastity in the photographer's camera.

May the song ignite hope ......

At that moment, I was moved.

They will live forever in the hearts of the people.

In that Wenchuan Da**, many heroes emerged, but what I admired the most were those eagles flying in the blue sky.

Qiu Guanghua, a 51-year-old special-grade pilot of an army aviation regiment of the Chengdu Military Region, and his comrades in the 734 crew performed very well in the Wenchuan Brigade. When it happens, their first reaction is to ask for battle! Fight again!

In the third minute after the earthquake, they activated emergency planning; In the thirtieth minute, all *** entered the state of standby; In the 118th minute, two *** flew to the epicenter ......With so many relief materials, the sooner they can be loaded and unloaded, they can reach the disaster area sooner, and they are racing against time to take active action. At that time, the terrain in Sichuan was very steep, and they had to fly close to the mountain peaks in the canyon, find a landing point by the narrow river, and toss in the strong air current, but they were not afraid.

Captain Qiu Guanghua fought several times in a row, and he only had the people suffering in the disaster area in his heart, and he had long forgotten his fatigue, and under his leadership, the other members of the crew also showed great courage and tenacity. Soldier Zhang Peng, at this special moment, put forward a request that is difficult to refuse: "Please ask the party organization to inspect me on the battlefield of earthquake relief!"

He shuttled between the warehouse and the warehouse from morning to night, Chengdu and the hard-hit areas every day, and in ten days he completed the loading and unloading of 170 sorties of materials. When the regiment paid the special party fee, he handed over the only 80 yuan in his pocket as a non-party member.

On the afternoon of May 31, on the way back, *** encountered a sudden change in the weather, and the plane unfortunately crashed ......The entire crew of the crew has sacrificed their precious lives, and they will live forever in the memory of the people......

Can you elaborate on the requirements? Is it to be an essay titled moving, or is the subject of the essay moving?

Write anything that moves me.