Moving Topic Essay 550, Moving Topic Essay

Touching is everywhere.

Niuji Central Middle School, Qiaocheng District, Bozhou City, Anhui Province: Zhang Pan.

Tutor: Wu Jian.

When you see a beautiful bird perched on the windowsill and chirp like that, or even only half a beautiful chirp; When you see apples falling slowly from the trees, leaving a light mark on the dust; When you see a long-lost look or gesture from a friend; When you ......In this short moment, you will be deeply moved like me! So, I found that emotion is everywhere.

You may say, "Why don't I feel it?" This only shows that in life, you don't pay attention, you don't observe, you don't find out!

I don't know if you have ever encountered this situation, but I have such a personal experience: the night gradually falls, and in the quiet starry night, I pick up the lamp and read at night. Suddenly, a moth burst into my room and came into my field of vision.

I saw it flapping its gray-white wings, turning and turning on the lamp, and swooping down on the most dazzling ......It was scalded off by the hot bulb, and half of its wings were burned off. Seeing the tragedy of the moth, I thought to myself, "You little thing, so weak, dare to hit a stone with an egg."

What I didn't expect at all was that it was crawling in the direction of the lamp with difficulty. A desk may not seem big, but for such a weak moth, it can be imagined. I saw it slowly fluttering its injured wings, slowly climbing up the lampstand, and staying for a while, as if it was slowly recovering its strength.

Suddenly, I saw it open.

Touching is everywhere.

At the time, it sounded confusing, but now that I think about it, it makes sense. Because there are so many things that make me deeply understand the word touched!

When the slightest breeze blows all things, sitting alone at the table, listening to the wind singing, watching the leaves flying--- this is a touch. Summer goes to autumn, boring walking on the path full of dead leaves, listening to the accompaniment of broken leaves at your feet--- is a kind of touching! When the first snowflake falls, it happens to land on the palm of your hand, and it is a touch to see it slowly melt---

When winter waves goodbye, spring arrives slowly and methodically, sprinkling spring on the boundless land and undulating mountains--- it is a touch! The moving of the season, accompanied by the rhythm and temperature, as long as we pay attention to the observation, we will all be moved!

When the chick pecks out of its shell, chirps to find its mother, and gazes serenely--- it is a touch! When the bird sees this colorful world for the first time and flies into the sky for the first time--- it is a touch! When ants run around, working tirelessly, carrying the fruits of their labor--- it is a kind of touching!

When the fawn pokes out its head and stumbles to learn to grow up, the life of a scholar --- a kind of touching! The animal is moved, with body temperature, color, and different from the wonderfulness of things, of course we will not let go of this touch!

Touching is everywhere. Moved, all the time, let our hearts be moved by these small lives; Let our moving precipitate in our hearts, and let our moving be sublimated in precipitation; Let the sublimated emotion store the emotion again.

An essay on something that touched me.

In life, many scenes seen are moving. There is one such thing that touched me deeply......

It was a spring morning, my parents and I went to the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, I was so thirsty that I wanted to buy ice cream to quench my thirst, but I felt in my pocket, "Oh no, where's my wallet?" "I searched all my pockets, but I still couldn't find it, although there was only 20 yuan in my wallet, but I didn't dare to tell my parents, for fear of causing a bit of nagging, so I had to go back the same way, but I still found nothing. Who will return the wallet if they find it?

Alas, I can only consider myself unlucky, who makes myself sloppy!

In front of it is the commissary, that is my only hope, otherwise, alas, ......I walked there quickly and saw where there was a purse!

When I was about to leave, "Little sister, is there something wrong?" A child's voice asked. When I looked up, it turned out to be a little girl under the age of six, dressed as super "earthy", staring at me!

Find a wallet. I replied angrily. There's no way she's going to be of much help anyway.

Looking for a wallet? I just picked one up, is it yours? She looked at me with those big eyes.

I glanced at the purse in her hand and my eyes lit up, this is exactly mine! I took my wallet, took out two yuan, and handed it to her: "Little sister, thank you, buy these two yuan and eat it yourself." ”

No need. She refused, shaking her little hand, "Mom told me that I can't ask for other people's things, goodbye, little sister!" ”

I was moved by the figure of that cute little sister. You must know that in a poor place like the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, it is very proud for a child to have two yuan, but she refused to ......