That one thing that once touched me was 800 words

There was a little boy who was very poor in his family and only had his mother.

When the child was 7 years old, for some reason, he suddenly got a serious illness, and his mother took him to see many doctors, but they couldn't diagnose it, it was a very strange disease, and no one could name the disease.

Like all parents who seek medical treatment, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, my mother will try whatever it takes. I tried a lot of drugs in this way, but all of them had no effect. The child's illness gradually deteriorated, and the originally thin body gradually became thinner and thinner, and later, the child could no longer stand up.

The treatment spent all the family's savings.

One day, my mother heard that there was an old man far away, and his medicine could cure the child's illness. After the child took it a little, it really got better. It's just that Lao Lang's medicine is very expensive, and his mother sold everything that could be sold in the family, and only relied on the most primitive means of going up the mountain to chop firewood every day to maintain the family's livelihood.

Ordinary people's traditional Chinese medicine is boiled three times and then discarded, but the mother often has to boil it all over, and she is so weak that she is really tasteless before she is willing to throw it away. The boy found that his mother was trampling on the road every time she dumped the dregs on the road, being trampled on by passers-by. He asked his mother why, and she told him that passers-by stepped on your dregs and took away your sickness, so that you would get better sooner.

The boy said, how can this be? I'd rather get sick alone than someone else. Sure enough, after that, my mother stopped dumping the dregs on the road.

The days passed day by day amid my mother's countless chopping wood and anticipation. One day, the boy suddenly realized that he was able to stand up! He stumbled to the back door, trying to tell his mother, who was still chopping wood in the mountains, the first to tell the news.

Push open the door. It was a path leading to the mountains, and the crystal-like moonlight hung down quietly, and the road was paved with a thick and sloppy layer of stuff, which was the residue of medicine. That road was rarely walked, except for my mother, who passed by every day when she was chopping wood.

In real life or work and study, everyone will more or less come into contact with composition, which is composed of words, through people's thoughts, through the organization of language to express the meaning of a theme. So how is a general essay written? The following is an 800-word essay that I have compiled for you that touched me, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.

There are many emotions in the world: joy, sadness, excitement, excitement, ......But among these many emotions, there is only one emotion that can really trigger into the depths of people's hearts, and that is - moving.

In the first semester of junior high school, there was a new math teacher in my class, and she seemed to have one.

She is fifty or sixty years old, her pronunciation is not very standard, and her eyes are not very good, but all this cannot hide the majesty and temperament revealed by her. As soon as she came, she paid close attention to the math scores of her classmates, and she was very strict with us, which made many students in the class have a lot of prejudice against her.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and the students were waiting for the homeroom teacher to come to the self-study class. As soon as the students in the class saw the math teacher, they thought: It's over, it's over, the math teacher must have come to dominate the self-study class to teach math problems.

But the math teacher didn't say anything, just asked us to study on our own, and we could ask her questions if we didn't understand. So, at the end of the whole class, the whole class was busy with their homework with questions in their hearts.

After the self-study class, it was already dark, and when I walked to the office, the voice of the head teacher came: "Teacher Zeng." Thank you for helping me with a self-study class.

You're welcome, Mr. Yu, you follow the class so late every day, I'm just helping you watch a class. "Anyway, thank you so much. "Teacher Yu, it's not too early, you go first!"

I'll help you see if the doors and windows are closed. "That'......All right! You also go home early, goodbye.

Good bye. "Oh my God! I couldn't imagine that the teachers did not hesitate to sacrifice their rest time in order to let us have a better learning environment, and the head teacher has been silently accompanying us for three years .......

Especially the math teacher, I didn't expect her kindness to be regarded as a ...... by usThinking of this, I hurried back to the classroom and told my classmates the news.

At 6:30 p.m., the math teacher supervised us to lock the door before leaving with us. Looking at the back of the math teacher who walked downstairs with a slight tremble. The hearts of the students suddenly swelled with a trace of emotion, I and Chen Xiaoqun coincidentally ran up to support the teacher, we went downstairs together, holding the teacher's thin hand, this hand that I don't know how many students have been taught, I can't help but feel a trace of emotion in my heart, and my eyes gradually moistened ......

Touching is the most sincere emotion of human beings.

Touching is the second language of mankind.

Touching is the greatest sustenance in the depths of the soul.

That's one thing that touched me.

Touched in an instant.

Gently push open the door of memory, and it will be pitch black like a bottomless black hole. I walked and captured, capturing the moment that touched me in the past. The layers of memories that have accumulated over the years are confusing, obscuring everything like a light veil, and at the same time blindfolding my eyes.

In the past, I thought that my life was dull and could not stir up the slightest ripple, and the so-called moving could only be just a major sacrifice for something. However, after a story, I realized that I was wrong.

One day, I was wandering aimlessly on the street, holding a bottle of yogurt in my hand, sucking slowly, when suddenly, a man in tattered clothes was staring at the half-bottled yogurt in my hand with a pleading gaze, and I knew that she wanted something to eat, so I gave it to her. She took the odds and ends with her, went to the side to buy a fritters, and found a small bottle of soy milk that no one had drunk, and she took what she thought was a hearty breakfast and walked to a corner, where there was her child. She gave the bottle of yogurt and fritters to her child, and drank the little soy milk next to her, and her child took a small sip of yogurt, obviously thinking it was delicious, and then, the child's action touched me, and he broke the fritters in half and handed them to his mother.

Fritters may just be a condiment on our dinner table, but in the eyes of this mother and son, a fritter is a breakfast. Putting the fritters in half and giving half to the mother is a simple action, but this moment reflects a child's care and love for his mother. Giving half of his breakfast to his hungry mother shows the child's gratitude to his mother for his hard work.

Who is not moved at this time?

Friends, in ordinary days, in ordinary life, there are many small things that can move you, let us reopen the light veil of memory and look for the touch of that moment in life.

On the night of National Day, Dad took out a cantaloupe from the refrigerator and put it on the table. When I saw it, I shouted happily, "Eat cantaloupe!"

He pulled his cousin to stand at the table. Dad smiled at the two of us, and the oval cantaloupe split in two. Ahh

The yellow melon pulp shimmered seductively in the bright light, and it made my mouth water. Dad asked Mom to give half of it to Grandma Chen next door.

I looked at the remaining half of the cantaloupe on the table, then at my father, and thought: Look at how you divide it, in the past, it was always towards my cousin. Sure enough, half of the cantaloupe turned into two halves of different sizes under Dad's hands.

I held my breath and didn't say a word, but my eyes were fixed on the knife in my father's hand.

Daddy's knife is moving again. The small one became two halves, and the larger one became two halves. Is it because the knife in his hand is not accurate, or is there another reason, anyway, the size of the two melons is obvious. Needless to say, the big one is definitely for my cousin.

Sure enough, Dad reached out and took the big piece and handed it to his cousin. "Humph!What a dad, eccentric.

I thought to myself. The cousin took the cantaloupe handed over by her father, but instead of putting it in her mouth, she turned around and handed it to her mother who was sitting by the door: "Big Mom, you eat."

No, Lan Lan, you should eat. The cousin insisted on giving the cantaloupe to her mother. She turned and walked back to the table and brought another piece of melon to her father

Big Daddy, you eat. Dad didn't speak, looked at me, and took the cantaloupe. I was stunned and looked at my cousin.

I saw her go back to the table, take the two pieces of cantaloupe together and compare them, pick up one of the larger ones, and bring it to me: "Sister, you eat." "I don't know how I got the melon in my hand, I just feel that my face is hot.

I glanced around blankly: Daddy ......Mom ......Cousin ......Hami melon.

Shame and guilt surrounded my ......