A 500 word essay on the topic of moving for help

Touched Someone once said, "There are so few things that move right now!" "I thought: is there a lack of things that move us, or is there a lack of things that we use our hearts to discover and feel? I remember Rodin once said: "Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery of beauty." ”

The sun poured into the March calendar, and everywhere was still vast and desolate, lacking the breath of spring and the traces of life. Walking along the rough and long path, looking at the thin and feeble body of the withered grass on the side of the road, shivering and swaying in the cold wind, I couldn't help but think: life is fragile sometimes.

But then I thought: the night is the prelude to the dawn, so is withering the prelude to the resurrection of life? With a glimmer of hope, I crouched down and brushed away the dead grass with my hands.

Oh, it's a new sprout! I really didn't expect that under such a cold wind, broken branches and leaves, and withered grass, there was infinite vitality hidden. This is the most amazing green in the world, it symbolizes hope and symbolizes life.

At the moment, I was moved.

The college entrance examination, which affects hundreds of millions of people, is like a red storm hitting the corners of the Chinese land. The single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination, some people went to the side of the bridge with the title of the gold list, and some people left Sun Shan on this side of the bridge. But no matter what, the protagonist is a vigorous young person, and every young person is like a sapling, eager to grow into the pillars of tomorrow of the motherland under the watering of knowledge.

In the ** who just finished the college entrance examination, there is such a father and son. They walked side by side, their gait showing the ease of finishing the test, and the father and son let out a hearty laugh as they walked. The father slung to his son's school uniform over his right shoulder, and waved his arm from time to time as he spoke.

The son's right hand holds the stationery box and pad, swinging back and forth with the pace of walking. An ordinary father, when his son took the college entrance examination, was able to sit on the brick at the school gate, slowly smoke the cigarette rolled from old tobacco leaves, and then the smoke he spit out drifted away with the breeze. This is such an ordinary picture, but behind it lies an ordinary and great father's love.

The son is bathed in the deep love of his father, and he will definitely turn it into strength and put it into concrete actions to fight for his parents. Even if he fails, he can't be too sad because of it, after all, he still has the most precious fatherly love in the world.

At this moment, I was moved again.

Imagine, on the road of everyone's growth, there will be difficulties and setbacks, sometimes, we fail, why not get up in the place of failure, face the reality, take a down-to-earth step, and have been smiling on the road of life.

Friends, every step we take, every word we say, seems ordinary, but they belong to life, there is no lack of emotion in life, what is missing is the love that originally belonged to each of us!

Touching and beautiful.

Everyone will have their own perseverance and hardships on the road of growth; Everyone will be more or less touched by themselves because of this.

In adolescence, we have capital comparable to others; There is no need to envy the fruits of the adults' hard work and countless sweat drops, because we are young, and we have a lot of time for us to sweat and sweat. Yes, now we have the qualifications of arrogance.

Touched, even if it is arrogant, there is no shortage of such things in everyone's life. Moved for their own maturity, moved for their own progress, moved for their own transcendence ...... othersThere are many, many reasons why we can be moved for ourselves.

In fact, I have never been easy to express my feelings, I will only bury them deep in my heart and regard them as small beauties that only belong to me. But it is undeniable that there are many, many small things that belong to me, so much that my heart is full of happiness.

There were times when I was moved by what I had done, such as: a letter I wrote for myself for the first time in my nearly 16 years of life; It is full of words of self-encouragement, and also admonishes himself to be friends from beginning to end; Remember that there is a sentence in the letter that says: My dear, even if you are sad and hesitating, do not weep, but be strong; Get used to smiling at the clear blue sky and remember the purest and simplest happiness at first.

At that time, I was moved by the words I had written (with an element of pride in them, of course).

In other words, I have recently become obsessed with the kind of loose prose mixed with this faint sadness**. And I, too, try to paint some of my own feelings by myself. Every time I stop writing and reminisce, I feel an inexplicable throbbing in my heart, and those chapters bring me unprecedented touch.

Although these articles are not complete and beautiful, they are also the "masterpieces" of my hard work, and they are mixed with my truest feelings. Perhaps these slightly sad words are a challenge for me. Because I, who have always only known how to laugh but not to cry, has a seed called sorrow growing deep in my heart.

I am grateful for my sorrow, because it brings a different color to my world.

Being moved by oneself is a kind of beauty, which can be without tears and applause; The throbbing in my heart tells of my own achievements.