The Past That Touches the Heartstrings Essay 15

I sat next to the guqin, plucked gently, the cigarette lingered beside me, and the sound of the piano lingered in the room, my heart moved slightly, and such a picture came to mind:

The green grass and colorful spring flowers bloomed, and the sunlight shone through the clouds and through the trees, scattering gold on the ground. It was at that warm and beautiful time that I met you.

Maybe it's the connection between each other's hearts, or maybe it's the white heart of friendship, so we play together. In the pine forest, in the green grass, there is always a happy figure of you and me. Once, I asked him, "Do you think of me as your best friend?" and he smiled, and he said something like this, "You are a companion in my life."

I laughed too, and a blue mist drifted over, as if to enclose your friendship with me, and let my heart and his heart forever surround me.

Thinking of this, I smiled, and the sound of the piano became cheerful, and my heart followed the piano.

On the way to growth, maybe you are the man when I need help the most. During a play, I stumbled, fell, my arm hit the ground, splashed bright red liquid, I was scared, I shed tears, you smiled, encouraged me: "There are always times when you fall on the road of life, but as long as you face it bravely, don't cry, don't give up, then you will smile."

I quickly wiped away my tears, he took my hand, and the warmth passed to my fingertips, warming my heart.

The sun shone on the guqin, turning the strings into gold, and I was still playing like a flowing stream, and friendship filled my heart.

Later, he moved, he and I reluctantly said goodbye to each other, I cried, he cried, although he came back here a few times later, but he was not so happy to see me, still playing together, but I always felt that I had lost something, I told him, he just smiled faintly, my heart was empty.

The cycle of time has cut my innocent friendship apart, and my heart has been split in half.

I was still playing the piano, "clang" a string broke, I sighed, the quiet room seemed to be still, I picked up his **, my heart ached, it turned out that the heartstring between my friendship with you was also plucked, and I can no longer play the beautiful friendship tune.

I'm still remembering, remembering you and me, remembering that glittering, string of friendship.

When night came, the huge silvery moon hung lazily in the sky. The house was silent, the windows were open, and only the leaves of the trees in the yard could be heard, rustling in the autumn evening breeze.

Pushing open the door of the room, I was about to go to the living room to drink some water, but I found that my father was asleep sitting on the sofa, and the steaming footwater had become cold, and there was a slight snoring sound in his mouth from time to time.

Dad had a calendar and a pen in his hand, and I took the calendar out of my dad and began to flip through it ......

There are many things recorded on the calendar, such as Mom and Dad's wedding anniversary, Grandma's birthday, Dad's own birthday, and many more. However, the most tugging at my heartstrings is Mom's mom and my birthday!

The calendar is marked with a particularly eye-catching yellow marker on the birthday of the baby girl, and the birthday of the big baby, I saw the word big baby, and when I was guessing who it would be, I found that it was my mother's birthday.

Seeing this, my heart fluttered for some reason, and I felt an indescribable emotion in my heart, as if something tugged at my heartstrings and made me want to cry. But the tears were hidden in the eyes and could not flow. Blurred my vision.

I gently lifted my dad's hand and put the calendar back into his hand. I looked up and saw my father's black hair, which had been so good, but now at some point a few silver hairs had climbed up. The passage of time was also reflected in Dad's face.

My heart was deeply touched again, and when I looked at my father, the tears I had been holding back finally burst the embankment. Tears were hot, flowing down my cheeks and falling on the back of my father's hand, and I found out that my chubby father actually had such a careful side.

This incident tugs at my heartstrings, Dad, you have worked hard!

Since then, I've also bought a calendar with many birthdays on it, but Dad's is the only one that makes me use the most special and favorite color of my dad – green, which is marked with a mark! It reads: My favorite dad's birthday.

That's what tugged at my heartstrings.

The rain was pouring down, like a curtain separating the outside of the window and the inside of the window into two different worlds. Looking out of the window, all I could see was a small spot on the road and the door. But it tugged at my heartstrings.

The doorway seems to be particularly popular, with people coming and going, bustling. They came out one after the other, but each overlooked a detail. Everyone always retracts their hand on the door when they go out.

At this moment, a man walked out slowly, pushing open the door, but habitually retracting the hand. The door, immediately, swooped back. It shook violently, as if frightened.

Then, then a man walked out, and he didn't seem to notice that the door was coming at him, or maybe the door didn't notice the man? With a "bang", the door touched him. At this moment, a look of disgust appeared on the person's face, and his mouth seemed to be cursing constantly.

After watching for a long time, there are always people who are hit by this merciless door, but in the end, someone opens a way for others. They could be brothers? Could they be friends again?

Could it be that they are strangers they have never met? But I'd rather believe that they were strangers they had never met. At this time, the one came out later.

A smile spread across the man's face. This smile is brighter than the red sun, and purer than the snow. This is the embodiment of the spirit of mutual help and love between people.

There should be love between people. It doesn't have to be a big thing that shocks the world and cries ghosts and gods, nor does it have to save people in danger, but "don't take the good as a small thing". It can be a small thing, but it can also bring love closer to people's hearts and still warm people's hearts.

Looking out the window again, I saw the splendor of humanity again—a child walking alone held an umbrella over the head of a little girl who did not have an umbrella. Together, they set off towards their destination, and more importantly, they are also on love!

As long as everyone gives a piece of love, the world will become a better place" This sentence once tugged at my heartstrings. But at this moment, it is this door that tugs at my heartstrings!