Touching things essay 500 words, speed

Abuka Amopio ......Drink.

I would like to give you a word: There must be ups and downs in making a "feature film", pay attention to the twists and turns of the plot, and avoid flat and direct narration and running accounts.

In today's class, Mr. Han asked us to communicate with our classmates "a touching thing", some said that the touching thing was the rescue action of those rescuers who came from all over the world when Wenchuan happened, some said that it was the most beautiful mother Wu Juping who caught the falling children with her bare hands regardless of her personal safety, and some said that it was the action of college student volunteers who served the Shanghai World Expo under the scorching sun. Amid the gossip of my classmates, my mind drifted to a twilight ...... in the second grade

On that day, the weather that had been sunny was suddenly pouring rain in the evening after school. Since I didn't bring an umbrella, I had to wait in the classroom for a long time, and no one saw the familiar figure of my parents holding an umbrella among the parents who came to pick them up.

I thought to myself: maybe Mom and Dad won't be here today. My heart hardened, and I walked out of the classroom, braved the rain, and set out on the way home.

I walked lonely on the street, thinking that maybe I would meet my parents on the road. I walked far away from the school gate, and I still didn't see my parents coming to pick me up.

At this time, I have become a veritable "soup chicken". I was wet, my hair was covered with water, the water on my head ran down my cheeks, the rain of beans beat me, the biting cold wind made me shiver, and no one in a hurry paid attention to me.

I put my bag on my head, tried to fend off a little rain, and quickened my pace and ran home.

At this moment, an old woman with an umbrella stopped next to me and looked at me with caring and kind eyes. After a while, she said, "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?" ”

I was full of frustration: "I forgot, my parents didn't come to pick me up." ”

That's right. The old lady said wistfully, and after thinking for a while, he brought the umbrella to me, "Son, borrow my umbrella from you." ”

Yes! That's great! I happily took the umbrella and held it up. I thought: Now I will not be afraid of the abominable rain, and I will stride forward with joy.

But I was suddenly stunned, thinking: Grandma gave me the umbrella, what about herself? My grandmother gave me the umbrella, how can I give it back to her?

Thinking of this, I turned my head to look at my grandmother, and found that she was already wet from the rain, shivering in the cold wind, her hair sticking together, and waving and smiling at me.

I couldn't help but say something, and returned the umbrella to the old woman, who was about to say something when I disappeared around the corner.

Although it has been a long, long time since this incident, and now that I have reached the fifth grade, whenever I encounter rainy weather, I will think of that special umbrella and that kind grandmother when I see my classmates coming home from school with umbrellas or raincoats at the school gate.

100/100 pure truth, the story that happened to me! The replicant was shot !!

Wu Bin, the most beautiful driver, was hit in the abdomen by the iron block, and in the last 76 seconds, the main direction allowed the whole car to survive safely; Zhang Lili, the most beautiful teacher, disregarded her own safety and pushed away the students in front of the truck; The most beautiful mother, Wu Juping, caught the child with her weak body at the moment when the child fell. . . How touching these stories are.

I also remembered a past incident.

That year, I was in 2nd grade. During the recess, the student who was running accidentally retreated, hit the steps on his forehead, and bled a lot, and a group of classmates surrounded him, looking dazed and at a loss. On that day, the teacher saw me and immediately carried me to the school doctor's office, bandaged it briefly, and then sent me to the hospital for treatment.

In order to gain time, Mr. Xie and another teacher lifted me into a car and sent me to the hospital as fast as possible, and when I arrived at the hospital, the teacher informed my parents that they had come to 188 Hospital.

When it rains, I think of my dear grandfather and the thing that touches me the most.

It was Friday, and I don't know who provoked God, but the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and it began to drizzle. But who would have expected that by the time school was out at noon, the drizzle had gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was like the sky, much darker. What to do?

What to do? I didn't bring an umbrella and didn't tell my family to pick me up. Looking at the sky, the rain couldn't stop for a while.

My parents are still working, my grandparents are not in good health, and I don't have any money, so my mood is really bad.

Seeing my classmates walk out of school one by one, I was really envious. At this moment, a kind and kind voice came into my ears, "Jiang Meng!" I looked back and said, "Grandpa!

I cried out excitedly, only to see my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this little raincoat couldn't stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran over to my grandfather, who quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found that the seat was wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather, and he said that he was afraid that he would get wet on the road, and I was very moved.

Sit on! Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway, I can go back by myself, don't take me on a ride, it's so slippery."

Grandpa is old, and it may be dangerous to ride a bicycle by himself, let alone take me on a ride in the rain. Grandpa hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't worry about you going back on a rainy day, let's go, the rain will be heavier in a while!"

I had no choice but to say yes.

Grandpa was very careful with every step he rode, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and my umbrella was repeatedly blown over several times, so Grandpa simply put away my umbrella and draped his raincoat over me. The bean-sized raindrops hit my grandfather's body and face, and I insisted on returning the raincoat to my grandfather, but to no avail.

When I finally got home, my grandfather's whole body was covered with water, and my grandmother quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on, and my grandfather quickly interjected and said, "It's okay, the umbrella broke down on the road, and I gave her a raincoat, so it got wet, and I went to take a shower." "As soon as Grandpa turned his head into the bathroom, tears welled up in my eyes.

This incident is unforgettable for me, and it also made me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him. I'm proud to have such a grandfather, proud!

A bit of a change would do the trick :-d

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 my grandfather recognized us and handed her the key with his calloused hand, who nodded knowingly to her and all three of us smiled.

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!

There are many touching things, and they often happen to relatives and friends, parents, grandparents, classmates, and teachers, but one thing has changed my opinion, love and touching not only happen to relatives, friends, and classmates, but also to people I don't know.

I got on the bus stop early to learn the violin, and while I was helplessly waiting, I suddenly saw a cute little girl carrying a pack of snacks to a corner of the house, and I found that there was a very, very thin uncle in it who was curled up in pain, and there was a small bowl of money in front of him, which turned out to be a beggar.

I saw the little sister squatting in front of the uncle and said to him, "Uncle, I came to see you again, and I also brought a lot of delicious things, I'm sorry I forgot to bring them before!" Now I bring it every day and don't let you go hungry.

When the uncle heard this, he squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you so much!" Little sister, you are kind enough to come to see me every day, I really like you.

The little sister smiled and said to the uncle in a sweet voice: "Uncle, eat quickly, don't be hungry, hurry up, eat!" Uncle was stunned for a moment, and then bean-like tears swirled in his eyes. ：

Eat it! Uncle. The sweet voice sounded again.

The uncle looked at the little sister blankly, and the 'beans' in his eyes immediately fell like a flowing waterfall. "Uncle, eat! Hurry up and eat.

The little sister urged again, and the uncle devoured it, and after a few bites, he looked at the little sister from time to time. The little sister also stared at the uncle with innocent eyes and smiled. "It's delicious, little sister, you let me eat a lot, will you eat it too?"

No need, I've eaten it, just say whatever you want to eat in the future, I'll bring it to you, and you'll be here in the future? "Hmm! ”

At this time, many people watching from the side of the road were moved, and they all stepped forward to give the uncle, and the little sister was still smiling. When the uncle had finished eating, the little sister said, "Uncle!

I'm going home, I'm coming to see you tomorrow! Good bye. "Hmm!

Goodbye little sister......I ......Forget it, goodbye! "My little sister ran across the road, and that was her home.

Uncle Nawei is still thinking about how lonely and helpless he is with this little girl to help him, he has no education, he can't find a job, and he has no choice but to beg on the street, but with such a good person to help him, there are still many good people.

The next day, I went to violin lessons again, and I habitually looked into that corner, and saw the little sister who was in love, her face was still smiling, and the uncle was still in pain, but when the little sister came, his pain became happiness. There are many things that move people's hearts, not only in our own lives, but also in accidents.

It's okay, there are a lot of typos, not serious!!