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The sentence that tugged at my heartstrings.

In life, we will always encounter all kinds of things, life is like a flowing river, and we are an angular stone in the river, the thing we encounter is every drop of water in the river, day and night, slowly smooth the edges and corners of these stones, these stones will become extremely smooth. It's only when we go through these things that we really grow up.

That incident completely tugged at my heartstrings.

One day, I went to the supermarket with my mom to buy groceries, just as we were about to go home after settling the bill. I saw a scene that I will never forget: an old man, dressed in a crumpled camouflage uniform, baggy pants and tattered shoes, who must be in his early seventies, with silver hair and more wrinkles on his face than I can count, and there are only four words I can think of to describe him best:

Weathered! What's more, he's carrying a flat pole! There were also two broken baskets on either side of the pole.

I was a little sad because my grandfather was about the same age as him, but his living environment was very different! Suddenly. A man in a security uniform came over, apparently a security guard.

As soon as the security guard came, he yelled: Hey, this is not the place for you to come, get out of here! The old man just smiled and didn't say much.

The security guard yelled: What are you laughing at, get out of here! This time, there was a bit of impatience in the security guard's voice.

The old man still smiled, and didn't say too much. The onlookers next to him were whispering: What's the matter with this old man, is there something wrong with his brain?

This security guard is too fierce, how can he do this to the old man. The security guard was furious, and then I was stunned by one of the guard's movements, only to see him suddenly jump up and kick the old man hard. The crowd was in a commotion, and the smile on the old man's face froze and became a little embarrassed.

The security guard scolded again: You old immortal, get out of here! The old man lowered his head, and I faintly saw that there was something transparent in the old man's eyes, which were tears!

My heart fluttered, and at that moment, my heartstrings were tugged. The old man turned to leave, looking at his back, my heart was mixed. Later, I found out that this old man just wanted to buy a hairpin with his granddaughter, and today was his granddaughter's birthday.

Is there something wrong with my heart that is unspeakably uncomfortable, poor? Is he willing to be poor? Aren't the poor human beings?

Do poor people have to be bullied by others? Why? Why exactly?

Thinking about it, my tears actually flowed.

This old man just wanted to buy a gift for his granddaughter, he was not wrong, it was the arrogant security guard who was wrong. That incident completely touched my heartstrings, and the "hand" that tugged at my heartstrings was anger and sympathy.

Your heart is too hot, and you're still splashing.

Touching is everywhere. We are moved by the new shoots of the grass in spring, and by its tenacious vitality; We are moved by the blooming of the lotus flower in summer, and moved by its pure heart; We were touched by the old gray hair of our parents and by what they did to us.

A rainy morning can also make my mood as depressed as out the window. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, my temper is getting more and more irritable, and I'm getting more and more rebellious. These days, there are often verbal quarrels with parents, sometimes just for a little thing.

Last night, after five days of studying, I couldn't wait to come to the computer and want to relax. It didn't take long for my mother to come in: "Go, write your homework."

I'll write later, I'll play first. "You don't listen to me now? I know you've grown up and you have your freedom, but you should do a good job of studying first!

Are you going or not? No, I turned off the computer. ”

So, I turned off my computer, went to my desk, and started my homework listlessly. "You see, here, there, how is it wrong? "Accidentally. I replied lightly. "Accidentally? Redo! Add more. ”

I couldn't contain my emotions and finally broke out: "Homework! Homework, how come there is only homework?! So, it was another "war".

In the evening, late at night, I gently pushed open the door and walked to my parents' bed, unable to disturb their sleeping eyes, and saw a few strands of old gray hair. Although my parents have long mentioned their gray hair, it is now that I am most touched. Careful care when you are sick, sincere encouragement when you fail, and earnest teaching when you are proud......Many, many scenes flashed before my eyes, condensed in the strands of gray hair.

At this time, I regretted my rebellion, regretted my inconsiderateness, regretted the quarrel with my parents.

Back in my room, sitting at my desk, I was thinking about what moved me and made me feel like I had grown all of a sudden. A word popped into my head - home! It is home, a place with strong love, that moves me, makes me have an epiphany, makes me grow, and makes me feel happy!

1 All the bits and pieces of daily life, although they seem to be bland, but they gently tug at my heartstrings, although only lightly, they make my heartstrings can not be stopped for a long time. The heroic characters of the majestic mountains and rivers in Jin Yong**, the love story of the mountains and seas in Qiong Yao's romance** will always cause ripples in my heart, but after that, I forgot about them; The bits and pieces of daily life, although they seem to be bland, but they gently tug at my heartstrings, although only lightly, they make my heartstrings linger for a long time.

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, it was a snowy noon, and I staggered into the house with a cold body, and it was so warm! When I warmed up, I found that it was just my father and me in the room, and there was a hot meal on the table, and my father said, "Wash your face with warm water, warm up."

As he spoke, he handed me the basin with warm water. A warmth began to flow through my heart. When I finished washing my face, my father said in that rare gentle voice

Your mother is not at home, I only made rice and egg soup, you can eat it first, and then make something else for you when your mother comes back. I looked at the hot food on the table and my father's guilty face, and suddenly burst into tears, tears fell like beads with broken threads, and my father picked up a towel to wipe my tears: "Don't cry, it's such a cold day, it's not good to bring it back and let the wind blow on your face."

Although it was just a few short words and a few very ordinary movements, they tugged at my heartstrings for a long time, and it could not calm down for a long time.

Another time I casually said to my mother: "I haven't eaten dumplings for a long time, and I will make dumplings with you when I wait for the big week." "Unexpectedly, when I came home from school in the evening, there was a plate of hot dumplings on the table, and I said:

Who made dumplings and gave us a plate of dumplings? The mother said, "This is what I made, so busy, who makes dumplings!"

But aren't you busy? How do you still make dumplings? "Didn't you say you hadn't eaten dumplings in a long time?

When did I say that? "Didn't you just say that at noon today? That's when I remembered the casual words of the noon.

Another time, when I got up in the morning, I accidentally stepped on a piece of apple peel and fell to my knees on the floor. I said

No. After a while, I went out, and when I came back and walked to the door, I heard my father reprimanding my brother: "Why did you throw the apple peel on the ground?"

Didn't you see your sister fall? ”

In daily life, what is imprinted in our hearts is often not the vigorous big things, but some insignificant little things. And it is these small things that make up our happiness, and she gently tugs at our heartstrings and makes it vibrate for a long time.

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