Touching Moments Poetry, Moments Classic Modern Poetry

Wenchuan Da** touches the hearts of every Chinese person. From the elderly in their seventies and eighties to the children in their four and five years, their love and the hearts of their relatives in the disaster area are tightly united to build an impregnable Great Wall. This poem is inspired by a fundraising scene narrated by a friend.

Teacher, I donate money.

To the mothers in the disaster area! ”

You? "Teacher, this is what I have saved.

Don't be suspicious. ”

Always staring at the coins in front of me.

Something hot.

Blocked the throat.

I couldn't say a word anymore.

The child's mother.

Last year due to a car accident.

Leaving him forever.

It's his dad.

Took on the responsibility of a mother.

Rely on him. On weekdays, children are reluctant to spend a penny.

Scorching summer.

I am even more reluctant to buy an sorbet to eat.

One day at a time. Accumulated $10 coins.

The teacher's eyes moistened.

With special maternal love.

He held the child tightly in his arms.

In the days of the country, time is running.

Snowflakes sticking on the face of spring are flashing.

The grass is drenched, that.

It's not just the clouds that volunteer.

The sand and dust of the great northwest is also the son of Jiangshan. Maybe.

Bitter bowl flowers, cat sticky flowers, and a lot of wildflowers don't believe it.

That season.

The poet believed everything.

The story shuttles through the old man's panting, thus.

The petals fluttered and lowered his voice.

The laughter, or, the outrageous voice.

I thanked the summer forehead.

Crispy flowers dressed in dance skirts.

The leaves fold the pouring of the birds.

Let a cool breeze sing the melancholy branches.

This is my neighbor recalling on the willow leaves.

A field of wheat grows persistently.

It's to listen to the breath of tomorrow.

The brightly lit streets.

Food has been hiding in the corner, it.

For the night, for the time.

For fellow countrymen and friends.

Wrapped in happiness'in the petals.

The old lady who folded the leaves was also the daughter of Jiangshan.

For a cloud or a drop of water.

Finally the season has passed.

With a glance of joy dust a piece of text.

Embedded in the deepest depths of thought.

Turn on the computer, click on the country, and it will be gray.

Someone cried, for some children who had left the dust.

Because of the size of the country, I only knew it after listening to the news.

Jiang Shan has cried many times.

As a son, I want to comfort my mother, I can only say.

I want to open some, it's very clean in the sky.

There are no worries there.

It's full of snowflakes and beautiful music.

Brothers and sisters will not suffer.

Last night I took the poet's dream to that water.

There are a lot of woods there.

There is no season for light rain.

There are also snowflake-paved paths.

The people were dressed in white.

Light steps flutter in a touch of ink.

The raindrops did not fall on them.

Snowflakes dance in the air,**.

A faint permeation permeates their world.

Everyone stood silently.

Let the breeze be heard, and let the thoughts fold.

Write a memorable page with your memory.

See the golden ears of wheat.

Smell the aroma of grains, all this.

On the top of the capital, how many words have already been moved.

How many tears are attached to goodbye.

How much crying and emotion for leaving.

Do you still remember the CCTV Spring Festival Gala in 2005? Remember that standout show? The dance "Thousand-Armed Kannon" performed by 21 deaf and mute actors with an average age of 21?

The 42 limbs form a beautiful picture scroll on the stage, sometimes like a silver snake flying, sometimes like a dragon swimming, no matter from the top, bottom, left and right angles, they are exactly the same, how perfect, how neat, how spectacular! They blended beautiful dancing and brilliant colors, and the whole process was seamlessly matched with the rhythm of **, which was fascinating, not only won a round of applause, but also won the attention of people all over the world.

Later, when I heard the host say that the actors were all deaf and mute, the shock of that moment captured my heart for a long time, and my heart was full of emotion.

As the saying goes, "one minute on stage, ten years off stage", to be so perfect, it is very difficult for normal people, let alone deaf and mute? They live in a silent world, facing a deathly silence, but they create a world of sound for us. In the face of huge difficulties, they did not give up on themselves and complained, but did not hesitate to work hard, dared to pursue, and exchanged countless sweat and countless sign language actions for the touching "Thousand Hands Guanyin" at the Spring Festival Gala.

They have taught us that only relentless efforts are the only way to success. Composition.

We normal people can see the world with our eyes and listen to the world with our ears, but they can only feel the world, feel life, and feel everything around them with their hearts. "Guanyin with a Thousand Hands", a dance where the Buddha's light shines and the heavens and the earth are peaceful, she makes people's hearts intoxicated, sublimated, and even more vibrant. It is her perfection that intoxicates, and what trembles is her unity.

In the silent world, they show their solidarity in their own unique way, their collaboration, they perform more than just dance, they show their souls. They use their body language to tell us an eternal truth: unity is strength!

The dance of the essay "Guanyin with a Thousand Hands" made me appreciate what is the real beauty, let me see the miracle of life, and this moment of "silence is better than sound" will forever remain in my memory and move me!

Write about your first love, or yes. Dad's **,,, Mom's advice or something.

Hurry up to the newspaper to find some reports on the current Paralympic Games, this is the most moving, find one, copy it, and take it to the errand.

It's a silent cup of hot tea in the cold winter.

A cup of hot milk tea waits