Ask for three essays of more than 150 words. The name is touched by my side.

You also have to find it on the Internet and write it yourself.

Everyone has a perfect life, and there are many things in this life that move you. And I think it's this thing that touches me the most.

I distinctly remember it was in the winter when I was five years old, I had just learned to ride a bike, I wasn't familiar with it, it was winter, I didn't know who had splashed some water on the ground, it had just snowed, and it was cold and dry. As soon as I didn't pay attention, I fell on the ice, and the blood kept flowing down, staining the snow red, and my mother saw me and immediately carried me, so she went to the village health center for more than a mile, and the big bicycle happened to run out of gas at that time. After bandaging, my mother carried me home again, and when I got home, my mother was already sweating profusely.

Mom, I love you!

Write about the things that impress you the most.

One thing that touched me.

Today, on my way to school, I saw a touching picture.

Inside, a car flies sideways.

On the road of Rong, there is an old grandmother with inconvenient legs and feet, just when she was worried about how to cross the road, ran a black hair, tied a braid, white face, ruddy, with a pair of big dark eyes, a cherry lips, a very slender body, plump big sister, she had a sweet smile on her face, only to hear her say in a sweet voice: "Grandma, I'll help you cross the road." So, she helped the grandmother step by step across the road, and after crossing the road, the grandmother was just about to thank her, and she had already run to school, and this scene left a deep imprint on my heart.

It's a small but touching thing, and whenever I think about it, I decide that I want to be like that big sister and be a helper.

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Touched, just around us, as long as you experience with your heart, taste with love, you will find that sometimes moving is so simple, there is always such an advertisement on TV: "There is a mother who washes the feet of her child, and after the fact, the child reads a book first, and then washes the feet of the mother, this scene allows the child to see, he also learns from his mother, and makes a basin of foot washing water." To the narrow aisle, the childish voice, the unsteady pace, the stirring splash, the simple sentence "Mom washes her feet."

It touched me. Touched is a pair of plastic bags. Once, when I was reading a book in the library, there would always be people coming in and out, and the fruits of the cleaners' labor would be trampled on again and again. Suddenly the door:

"Squeak" sounded, and a crack opened. I looked up and he was panting, sweat on his forehead, and a bucket of pure water on his shoulder. Oh, it turned out to be a master who delivered water.

He looked left and right, then stepped back, and after a while he came again, huh? I heard the strange sound, and when I looked down, I saw that he had two plastic bags on each of his feet, and it seemed that he was afraid of soiling the clean floor.

Touched is dedication, on the mountain road in a tourist area, there is an old man's scarf accidentally blown off the branch of the road by the wind, very high. The old man found a branch, but he couldn't reach it, and then a young man jumped out of the crowd, he climbed up the tree, took the branch from the old man's hand, picked it up, picked it up, picked it up, and gave it back to the old man. Before the old man's thanks could be spoken, the young man had disappeared into the crowd of climbers.

That's how it goes, serving a basin of water to your parents; care for and cherish the fruits of others' labor; Helping others ...... with your own handsTouching does not need to be vigorous, just need more respect and understanding between each other. These little things around me are inconspicuous, but there is greatness in the ordinary.

Touching is like this, from life, from sincerity, from love.

Walking in this world, whether you look up at the sky or look down at the ground, there will always be a feeling inadvertently, by my side.

I saw a passage that said, "There is no happiness or pain in the world, only the comparison of one condition with another, and that's it." Only those who have experienced misfortune can experience the greatest happiness.

We must experience the pain of death in order to experience the joy of life.

So, enjoy the joy of life! Never forget that until the day God revealed the picture of man's future, all human wisdom was contained in four words: "wait" and "hope."

It seems that what has been pursuing, thinking, and trying to rack your brains to understand, at this time, I understand, and what makes us tearful may be just this kind of spiritual fit.