Essay How do you write something that touched me?

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!

The things I have experienced are like the stars in a summer night, I often pick them one by one to admire, and some think they are successful and intoxicated; Some think they are radiant and proud; Some think they are proud and ecstatic; Some are deeply imprinted in the mind and cannot be dissipated for ......a long timeToday, I will pick one of the most beautiful stars for everyone to enjoy. The mention of her brings tears to my eyes—what a touching thing it is!

I remember it was a Sunday, I was idle and bored, strolling alone on the park path, the warm spring breeze caressing my cheeks, and the fragrance of flowers came to my face.

At this time, a little girl came in front of her, she was holding a long and thick wooden stick in her right hand, and seemed to be walking forward with great difficulty. However, as soon as I saw the beads of sweat spilling from his face, I began to wonder if my suspicion was true. At this time, I noticed that his trouser leg was empty, ah, it was empty, could it be said!?

While I was pondering, she didn't know when she was already parallel to me. "Hello! I was overwhelmed by a common greeting – I never thought she would greet me.

She continued to walk one step at a time. Not knowing if it was my compassion or my curiosity, an unknown force prompted me to look back at her again and again. I only heard a "bang", and I quickly turned my head, and it turned out that she had fallen.

I immediately rushed over, and the others surrounded me, and they kept talking. I crouched down and tried to help her up, but she waved her hand and blocked me. It's not just that she's too strong, but she's still unwilling to accept help from others, she said very irritablely

I can do it myself! You are not needed! Then, with the help of a wooden stick, she barely managed to stand up.

She also seemed to feel that what she had just said was a little excessive, and said to me apologetically: "Just now, I'm sorry! "It's okay," I said.

At this time, I found that the tears blurred the ...... her eyes

A disabled person has such a stronger willpower than a normal person. It's not a shocking event, but I think it's the brightest and most beautiful star in the summer night sky!

It would be nice to cite some of the ** and examples I have seen before and write about it.

When it rains, I think of my dear grandfather, and I think I am the most touching thing.

One day was Friday, and I didn't know who was messing with the gods, and suddenly it was dark in the sky outside the window, and it began to rain lightly. But who would have thought that by the time school was out at noon, the light rain had gradually turned into a downpour, and I felt like the sky was much darker. What to do?

What to do? My family didn't come to pick me up, I didn't bring an umbrella. Looking at the sky, the moment the rain can't stop.

Mom and Dad are still working, grandparents are not in good health, I have no money, I feel really bad.

Watching my classmates leave the school one by one, I really admired a lot. At this moment, I heard a kind voice coming into my ears, "Jiang Meng! I turned my head and looked, "Grandpa!"

I cried out excitedly, and I saw my grandpa riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but that didn't stop the small raincoat from clustering raindrops. I put a bag over my head and ran to my ancestors.

That touched my friendship.

I stayed at school, and my good friend so-and-so waited for me at the gate for half an hour. (It was winter) to see her frozen red.

All the cheeks, I cried.

The subject you want to choose is too big to write about, and it is not easy to get a high score.

Quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth, our empty hearts, will always be filled with each other, simple happiness, full of warm time - inscription.

From the first semester of the first semester of junior high school, the teacher's command order pulled two people who were not familiar with each other together, and we began our hardcore career, and we always wandered outside the crowd.

We don't know each other, we didn't say a word when we sat together, you and I are slow people, and we have been hurt by friends, and we can't stand a trace of hurt anymore if we betray them, so we are hiding in the shell we have made, afraid that the sun will burn our **, afraid that the bumpy road will hurt us, for us, only ourselves are the safest.

But we are lucky, probably because we always avoid the care of others, we will find our similarity, we will be close to each other, attracted to each other, as if it is the instigation of time, we are getting closer every minute, in fact, we become intimate, in the eyes of others, we are all indifferent, in fact, only we know that we are not indifferent, we understand each other, rely on each other, need each other.

We often snuggle up to each other in a lazy posture on the grass in the warm afternoon sun, chat, joke, say things that we dare not say in front of everyone, share each other's secrets, look at the blue sky, white clouds, feel the slightly drunk wind wrapped in the smell of grass, lazy sunshine, and feel peaceful like two peaceful old ladies, sitting on the shore and watching the clouds roll and the tide ebb and flow.

Simple happiness, always like this kind of afternoon, and the clouds and you spend leisurely, quietly but not alone, depending on each other is also a kind of warmth, it seems that no matter what changes in the world, in this garden of the soul will always record good memories I will fly through your sky, and you will wait for me at the next stop, we fish together, we want to get results, along the trail of thoughts, extending to the end of the reunion, our empty hearts will always be filled with each other.

As long as we are together, every moment, there is a happy figure; Every minute is a warm time.

We've been separated for a long time, and in the last meeting, we still know each other, ordering each other's favorite dishes at dinner, buying sisters' clothes when we go shopping, chatting and we find that in that warm time, our shells are melted by the warm sun, and at the same time, our ice-like hearts are melted, and we have a lot of friends with each other.

I think when we are old, when we recall that warm time, there will definitely be a warm current flowing in our hearts, and I will always remember you.

That touched my smile.

At that time, it was summer, and the sun was scorching.

My friends and I were on our way back to school.

In an instant, a few slender rays of rain hit our faces, slowly thickening ......

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, spilling away the summer vibe from the beginning, and we ran as fast as we could towards the BRT station.

Finally, it was time to arrive at the station. The rain was still falling without any worries, and I looked up at the watch in the station, and it was already 1:05 p.m.! It's going to be late.

The sound of the rain outside and the sound of our heartbeats combined to form a symphony, beating fast rhythms. However, another unexpected thing happened - we forgot to bring the money! A few of us kept moving around the station, so anxious that we couldn't speak.

The wind seemed to be laughing at us, and the rain refused to stop, and I sighed as I looked at the heavy rain outside the station. At this moment, an extremely gentle and calm voice broke the tense atmosphere: "Child, don't pay yet, let's go, I'm going to be late......."She smiled at us, her deep eyes like deep pools of water, and motioned for us to enter.

Suddenly, her smile became a warm current that flowed into the hearts of each of us, and that invisible thing touched me bit by bit, nourished my soul for a long time, so that I will never forget - this BRT aunt!

In this way, we got into the car, and somehow, the wind stopped breathing at this moment, and the rain seemed to feel the breath, and gradually became smaller, and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky, just like the aunt's smile ......

Because of that aunt, we were not late, we didn't know my aunt, but because of her smile, I felt her warmth, just a smile, a simple word, but touched the hearts of many people! It is such a simple warmth, like a spring breeze, that penetrates into everyone's heart.

Love is everywhere, and it is sprinkled in every corner of the world.

Love – it's not just great, it's simple.

Love, what about **? It's in the heart of each and every one of us. Yes, we don't ask for anything in return, just – with love!

Now, on a rainy day in the summer, I think of that aunt again, and every time I walk to that station again, I can't help but feel a ripple in my heart. Hope satisfied).

So why don't you work hard?

Once, a kind person helped me, and I was touched.