Touching Essay 400 words Better Hurry!!

One thing that touched me.

Time passed in a hurry, and half a semester passed in a blink of an eye, and there were so many memories like raindrops, some of which were forgotten because of the passage of time, and some of which left an indelible mark in my heart because of being moved. Because I was moved, I left an indelible impression, so let me hold this rain in my hand and tell you about it slowly!

It was a Friday, and the rain was pouring down, and I didn't listen to my parents at noon and didn't bring an umbrella. Now God is against me, but it is raining at this time, "Dad won't come back today, and Mom will get off work at 5 o'clock, what should I do?" I muttered in a low voice, "Damn, I can't play early, I can't play, but at this time, what should I do?"

I have a complaint. At this time, a classmate who didn't bring an umbrella like me secretly said that he was unlucky, now I am much happier, for having a companion, I just wanted to ask her, where does my family live, just listen to my mother, you are coming! "It turned out that this classmate's mother came.

I was dizzy, finally had a companion, and left again. "I had to swallow the bitter water in my stomach again. I could only stand at the door of the classroom, hoping to see my mother coming.

Feed! What are you doing, standing here. "I looked for prestige, it turned out to be my tablemate Peng Jiamin, "I want you to take care of it" I deliberately looked into the distance and said unscrupulously.

Hehe, I didn't bring an umbrella (* Peng Jiamin smiled thief, "You don't have to worry about it" I'm still stubborn. "I'll send you home," Peng Jiamin hesitated for a moment and said. "You, take me home?

I looked incredulous. "Yes" Peng Jiamin nodded slightly, I still had doubts in my heart, I remembered the scene when Peng Jiamin and I quarreled every day and occasionally fought. "Feed!

Idiot, can you go? Peng Jiamin's words interrupted my train of thought, "Let's go, let's go" I replied in a panic.

On the way home, I felt as if it wasn't raining, I looked over my head, it was a deep red, and when I looked at Peng Jiamin, only a small place covered her, I pushed the umbrella to Peng Jiamin's side, but the umbrella gave way to me. The rain is still falling, but my heart is so warm.

This afternoon, there were guests at home, and my mother took me to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. The vegetable market was crowded with people, and in a hurry, I came to a small vegetable stall on the side of the road to buy vegetables. The stall owner is an old man, and at first glance he knows that he is an authentic old farmer who has suffered a lot of weather.

Mom stepped forward to ask the price and began to talk to him**. But the vegetable seller is calculating, and he refuses to lower his half-dime. I was impatiently urging my mother, and my mother was also anxious, so she hurriedly weighed the food and paid for it, and left in a hurry.

Who knew that halfway through, my mother found that the key was missing, what should I do? There will be more guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother had a disappointed expression on her face.

You must have forgotten it at that stall, and if you lose something, who will give it to you, let alone the old man who cares about it, you think you're unlucky! ”

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try our luck, so we ran in the direction of the vegetable market.

When we got there, we saw that the old man's food had been sold, but the old man was still there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. My mom and I walked over, and the old man recognized us and handed her the key with his calloused hand, and she nodded to him knowingly, and all three of us smiled happily.

Looking at the simple old man in front of me, what else can I say? A sense of guilt arose. I wish the old man a safe life!

The Japanese aggressors trampled on China far more than just a railway station, and the Japanese aggressors' warplanes had already dropped evil bombs in a hideous manner, only to see a originally prosperous scene turned into ruins in a burst of wanton and indiscriminate bombing. Because no one gave him money.

Why did this little boy, who was only two or three years old, sit alone in the rubble and cry? He will definitely grow into a useful person to society in the pity of well-wishers, the real scene when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai railway station. As a young child, he has lost his parents since then, the twisted railway, and without love, they may well become thieves, they have lost their relatives in the relentless fire of the Japanese devils, and no one has told him what to do.

There must be many poor children.

Thinking of this, the dilapidated house, he could only sit helplessly on the ground, and I thought that if there was no war in this world, his parents would take him out on the train to escape. The children probably died before they were even older, and the bricks and tiles were ...... all over the floorThere is also a lonely little boy who is about to find a safe place.

**On the gunpowder children? One question after another came to my mind, and I cried bitterly ...... heartbreakingly

I think? I looked at this ** and contributed to the construction of New China, and I saw an old **. I didn't expect it, I thought about it again? As for his mom and dad, the reporter will definitely help him after the photo shoot.

However, there was no help. And some of the children might survive? How many children have they left without their parents, allowing him to survive.

When he grows up, he will definitely lend a helping hand to children in need. Perhaps, because no one gave him food. How many happy homes they ruined.

It bears witness to August 28, 1937. I sympathize with those who have experienced war, what should not be done, and feel that our lives are much happier than those children, and in those days, thinking about it, how good it would be. Is this the only bridge that is left broken?

Those children will be able to live happily ever after just like us?

An old **.

By chance, I really hated the Japanese invaders, but if no one cared about him, he hadn't boarded the train yet.

The person who touched me the most - Dad, my dad is a very ordinary person, but there is greatness in the ordinary, especially one thing that makes me unforgettable, which makes me feel that my dad is the greatest person in the world.

My dad's medium-sized face has a pair of big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a chubby nose, serious with a hint of kindness, thick lips, and a bronzed ** revealing a healthy message.

is such an ordinary father, but he did something that touched me.

That night, as my family and I sat on the couch watching TV, I felt a tingling pain in my throat as I watched it, and I said to my father, "Dad, my throat hurts, it hurts, maybe I caught a cold from swimming yesterday afternoon." Dad was startled and said

You should take some anti-inflammatory medicine first. I said, "I've eaten it earlier, but it still hurts."

Dad said, "Today, your mother is on the night shift, I'll take you to the laryngology for a check-up, and by the way, send your mother to work." I said

Oh! "I got in the car with my mom and dad, and after a while we arrived at the hospital, my dad and I went to the laryngology department, and the doctor said that I had purulent tonsil inflammation and asked me to go for a hanging injection. Dad took me to my mother's department for a sling, saying that it would be easier to take care of me, I was afraid of the injection, when I saw the tiny needle piercing into my veins, the pain quickly condensed into tears, I cried, Dad comforted me, I stopped crying in Dad's comforting voice, because it was late, I had to go home early, so the drip was faster, my hand began to swell, slowly began to hurt, I told Dad, Dad sat next to me, I began to help me caress the cold, swollen and aching hand, I felt much better, and slowly fell asleep, when I woke up, I found that my father was still gently stroking my little hand, and at this moment a warmth spread in my heart.

I love you dad!

The most touching person should be Dad, because only Dad is protecting you.

Is this it?

An old **.

By chance, I saw an old **. It confirms the real scene on August 28, 1937, when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station.

**, I saw a originally prosperous scene turned into ruins in a burst of indiscriminate bombardment. All that was left was broken overpasses, twisted railways, ruined houses, and brick and tile fragments all over the floor, ......There is also a lonely little boy.

Why did this little boy, who was only two or three years old, sit alone in the rubble and cry? What about his mom and dad? One question after another came to my mind.

Perhaps, Mom and Dad are about to take him out on the train to escape, and they are looking for a safe place. Unexpectedly, before boarding the train, the Japanese invaders' fighter planes had already dropped evil bombs. As a child, he lost his parents and could only sit helplessly on the ground, crying bitterly ......

I think the reporter will definitely help him after the photo shoot. He will definitely grow into a useful person in society in the love of well-wishers and contribute to the construction of New China. When he grows up, he will definitely lend a helping hand to children in need.

However, I also thought that in those days, the Japanese invaders trampled on us China far more than just a train station. There must have been many poor children who had lost their loved ones and had no help in the relentless fire of the Japanese devils. Those children probably died before they were grown up because there was no one to feed them.

Other children may survive, but if no one cares about them, they are likely to become thieves. Because no one gave him money to survive, and no one told him what to do and what not to do.

When I think of this, I really hate the Japanese invaders. How many happy homes they ruined. How many children have they left without parents and love, and can only live on the streets?

I looked at this **, thought about it, and felt that our lives were much happier than those children. I sympathize with the children who have experienced the flames of war and the smoke of gunpowder, and I think it would be great if there was no war in this world. Those children will be able to live happily ever after just like us?

Moved everywhere, moved in a glass of milk, moved in a dress, moved in a pen.

I'm in the sixth grade now, and I use a black pen for my homework, so I use it very quickly.

One day at noon, the teacher asked us to complete a test paper at noon. I was writing on the test paper, and the pen suddenly stopped inking. I thought to myself:

Ah! What can I do? I don't have a black pen anymore, and I can't finish the exam paper without it.

My eyebrows furrowed, and my mood became very anxious. My good friend, Meng Jia, saw it and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

An anxious face. "My last black pen is out of ink, and I have to hand in the test paper at noon, what should I do?" "Fortunately, I brought an extra one, so I'll lend you one."

That's great, thank you, Moeka! She took a black pen from the table and handed it to me. I took her pen and "brushed" the test paper.

The touching between classmates is a beautiful and cherished ......

A touching thing.

In this world, there are many people who are moved, and there are many things that move people. They are like stars in the sky, twinkling and twinkling, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. There is one thing that shines like a star on my heart that I can never forget.

I remember watching a sports meeting for children with disabilities on TV, where nine children with physical or intellectual disabilities were lined up neatly on the 100-meter race line. As soon as the shots rang out, all the people ran. They weren't running fast, to be exact, but they were all happy to finish the race and win.

Suddenly, a boy fell on the runway, he got up strongly, fell again, he got up strongly......Several times in a row, the boy finally cried. The other eight children heard the boy's cry and slowed down and stopped. Then turn around and run back, without exception.

At this time, a child with "hypophobia" bent down, kissed the boy lightly on the cheek and said, "This will make you better." Then, nine children walked arm in arm to the finish line.

All the spectators in the stadium stood up, and the applause and cheers continued for nearly ten minutes.

They are not afraid of congenital defects, not afraid of acquired deficiencies, as long as they have love in their hearts, they will win more wonderful on the runway of life. Their spirit of solidarity and friendship is deeply engraved in my heart. As long as you work hard, you can accomplish anything.

Regardless of whether the patient is physically or mentally handicapped. All have a heart.

Qixi Festival is coming, little lazy pig, quickly take the order, punish you and your little pig for a lifetime, be sure to send your ** sixteen friends, if you don't send it, you will lose the most important person, don't send it, who makes you popular, hehe.