Essay A Touching in Life theme

Walking in the boulevard, it is the flowers and plants that dot your road; Walking by the stream, it is the waves that decorate your path; Walking in life, there will be a heart and a love that fills your way. Have you ever been satisfied? In every little thing, have you learned to be moved?

The singing voice hisses the true feelings of the big family, and the TV series desperately interprets the vows and mountain alliances, I think, it is not because of the lack of true feelings, but I am afraid that I don't know how to be moved. Some people may think that "moving" must of course have the amazing act of "sad husband, magnificent". This is certainly good, we are moved by the desolation and tragedy of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and will never return"; We are moved by the love of "ten years of life and death, without thinking, and unforgettable"; We are also moved by the sacrifice of his life for the country that "no one has died since ancient times, and he has left his heart to take care of his sweat".

However, life does not have thrilling events every day, does it mean that life is empty? No, "seemingly ordinary is the most bizarre". True beauty often lies in the ordinary, and we are even more moved by this.

Rodin once said: "Events are not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery." "We shouldn't just focus on the results and not care about the bits and pieces that make up our lives

At the intersection of the endless river, the other end of the blind man's crutch was pulled up, and he was led straight past the sound of the car whistle, and then disappeared into the sea of people without noticing, at this time, my heart was warming, what about the blind man? Wouldn't this hanging be something she was moved by? In the bleak autumn wind, an elderly couple walked in the sunset, they slowly stopped, one of them held his knees, slowly squatted down, pulled the zipper of his coat for his wife, and slowly got up, supporting each other and walking together on the dusk road.

At this time, a warm current welled up in my heart. What about them? In their psyche, it is also an unforgettable touch!

Isn't this kind of feeling of "holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son" enough to move people? ......We have gone through life in this bit by bit, and we have tasted life in this touch.

I remember one prisoner who was desperate for life, and he thought in prison, "If I can provoke any praise from me, I will live." After thinking about it for three days, I remembered that the teacher in kindergarten had said that the duck he pinched was "a little ugly, but quite innovative."

It was this insignificant sentence that deeply touched a heart's heart and became the reason for him to live. Therefore, the more moved, the more hope. The road is at your feet, hope is ahead, collect that little bit of touch, it will become your lifelong wealth.

True love accompanies the heart to spend together, bit by bit of life, as long as you have a heart, you will find the beauty of the world. Learn to move, and beauty will fill your life.

Touched in life.

In the red dust, some small things can always help us wake up something that has been sleeping for a long time in our hearts, that is, the touching of life.

It was a scorching hot afternoon, the sun was blazing, and the people on the street slowed down, but the sweat still kept pouring out. In the square in front of the building, a white bus was parked, painted bright red, with a familiar sign, and in front of its open door, it was empty. Passers-by all buried their heads and quickened their pace.

Perhaps in the real society, people's hearts have been tightly wrapped in materials, and everything can be faced calmly.

At noon, the sun shone more violently. At this time, five or six migrant workers came to the square. The blue shirts they wore were soaked with sweat, the cuffs were lifted up to their shoulders, and their dark arms were strong.

When they got to the white bus, they stopped. After a few people whispered for a while, one of them put on his blue shirt and walked into the bus with his chest straight. Twenty minutes later, the man in the lead stepped off the bus, still holding his head high.

He lingered in front of the bus door, waiting for his companion who was still on the bus. His gaze wandered over the crowd, as if looking for something. At this point, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he entered the bus again, and came out with an extra stack of leaflets in his hand.

The sun was no longer as fierce as it was. He handed out leaflets to passers-by, and soon his companions joined him. Once again, beads of sweat cut down their sideburns, still dazzling even in the mild sun.

Those hearts that were not melted by the scorching sun, with their efforts, took off their heavy armor. In front of the white bus door, one person, two people, three ......Soon there was a queue. With a bright smile on the face of the migrant worker, he must have been very pleased to see what he saw.

At this time, they chose to leave silently, put down their sleeves indifferently, and walked on the avenue under the sunset ......

We live under the same blue sky and bathe in the same sunshine, and we should also have the same burning heart and experience the touching brought by kindness in life. Touching is a feeling of the heart, and it is rarely overlooked. A word, an action, a look, will move us.

We should let go of the burden on our bodies, create moving with a kind heart, and feel the moving in life with a calm heart.