One Touching Thing Essay 800 Words 5

There are many touching things, and they often happen to relatives and friends, parents, grandparents, classmates, and teachers, but one thing has changed my opinion, love and touching not only happen to relatives, friends, and classmates, but also to people I don't know.

I got on the bus stop early to learn the violin, and while I was helplessly waiting, I suddenly saw a cute little girl carrying a pack of snacks to a corner of the house, and I found that there was a very, very thin uncle in it who was curled up in pain, and there was a small bowl of money in front of him, which turned out to be a beggar.

I saw the little sister squatting in front of the uncle and said to him, "Uncle, I came to see you again, and I also brought a lot of delicious things, I'm sorry I forgot to bring them before!" Now I bring it every day and don't let you go hungry.

When the uncle heard this, he squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you so much!" Little sister, you are kind enough to come to see me every day, I really like you.

The little sister smiled and said to the uncle in a sweet voice: "Uncle, eat quickly, don't be hungry, hurry up, eat!" Uncle was stunned for a moment, and then bean-like tears swirled in his eyes. ：

Eat it! Uncle. The sweet voice sounded again.

The uncle looked at the little sister blankly, and the 'beans' in his eyes immediately fell like a flowing waterfall. "Uncle, eat! Hurry up and eat.

The little sister urged again, and the uncle devoured it, and after a few bites, he looked at the little sister from time to time. The little sister also stared at the uncle with innocent eyes and smiled. "It's delicious, little sister, you let me eat a lot, will you eat it too?"

No need, I've eaten it, just say whatever you want to eat in the future, I'll bring it to you, and you'll be here in the future? "Hmm! ”

At this time, many people watching from the side of the road were moved, and they all stepped forward to give the uncle, and the little sister was still smiling. When the uncle had finished eating, the little sister said, "Uncle!

I'm going home, I'm coming to see you tomorrow! Good bye. "Hmm!

Goodbye little sister......I ......Forget it, goodbye! "My little sister ran across the road, and that was her home.

Uncle Nawei is still thinking about how lonely and helpless he is with this little girl to help him, he has no education, he can't find a job, and he has no choice but to beg on the street, but with such a good person to help him, there are still many good people.

The next day, I went to violin lessons again, and I habitually looked into that corner, and saw the little sister who was in love, her face was still smiling, and the uncle was still in pain, but when the little sister came, his pain became happiness. There are many things that move people's hearts, not only in our own lives, but also in accidents.

In real life or work and study, everyone will more or less come into contact with composition, which is composed of words, through people's thoughts, through the organization of language to express the meaning of a theme. So how is a general essay written? The following is an 800-word essay that I have compiled for you that touched me, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.

There are many emotions in the world: joy, sadness, excitement, excitement, ......But among these many emotions, there is only one emotion that can really trigger into the depths of people's hearts, and that is - moving.

In the first semester of junior high school, there was a new math teacher in my class, and she seemed to have one.

She is fifty or sixty years old, her pronunciation is not very standard, and her eyes are not very good, but all this cannot hide the majesty and temperament revealed by her. As soon as she came, she paid close attention to the math scores of her classmates, and she was very strict with us, which made many students in the class have a lot of prejudice against her.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and the students were waiting for the homeroom teacher to come to the self-study class. As soon as the students in the class saw the math teacher, they thought: It's over, it's over, the math teacher must have come to dominate the self-study class to teach math problems.

But the math teacher didn't say anything, just asked us to study on our own, and we could ask her questions if we didn't understand. So, at the end of the whole class, the whole class was busy with their homework with questions in their hearts.

After the self-study class, it was already dark, and when I walked to the office, the voice of the head teacher came: "Teacher Zeng." Thank you for helping me with a self-study class.

You're welcome, Mr. Yu, you follow the class so late every day, I'm just helping you watch a class. "Anyway, thank you so much. "Teacher Yu, it's not too early, you go first!"

I'll help you see if the doors and windows are closed. "That'......All right! You also go home early, goodbye.

Good bye. "Oh my God! I couldn't imagine that the teachers did not hesitate to sacrifice their rest time in order to let us have a better learning environment, and the head teacher has been silently accompanying us for three years .......

Especially the math teacher, I didn't expect her kindness to be regarded as a ...... by usThinking of this, I hurried back to the classroom and told my classmates the news.

At 6:30 p.m., the math teacher supervised us to lock the door before leaving with us. Looking at the back of the math teacher who walked downstairs with a slight tremble. The hearts of the students suddenly swelled with a trace of emotion, I and Chen Xiaoqun coincidentally ran up to support the teacher, we went downstairs together, holding the teacher's thin hand, this hand that I don't know how many students have been taught, I can't help but feel a trace of emotion in my heart, and my eyes gradually moistened ......

Touching is the most sincere emotion of human beings.

Touching is the second language of mankind.

Touching is the greatest sustenance in the depths of the soul.

That's one thing that touched me.

Time passed in a hurry, and half a semester passed in a blink of an eye, and there were so many memories like raindrops, some of which were forgotten because of the passage of time, and some of which left an indelible mark in my heart because of being moved. Because I was moved, I left an indelible impression, so let me hold this rain in my hand and tell you about it slowly!

It was a Friday, and the rain was pouring down, and I didn't listen to my parents at noon and didn't bring an umbrella. Now God is against me, but it is raining at this time, "Dad won't come back today, and Mom will get off work at 5 o'clock, what should I do?" I muttered in a low voice, "Damn, I can't play early, I can't play, but at this time, what should I do?"

I have a complaint. At this time, a classmate who didn't bring an umbrella like me secretly said that he was unlucky, now I am much happier, for having a companion, I just wanted to ask her, where does my family live, just listen to my mother, you are coming! "It turned out that this classmate's mother came.

I was dizzy, finally had a companion, and left again. "I had to swallow the bitter water in my stomach again. I could only stand at the door of the classroom, hoping to see my mother coming.

Feed! What are you doing, standing here. "I looked for prestige, it turned out to be my tablemate Peng Jiamin, "I want you to take care of it" I deliberately looked into the distance and said unscrupulously.

Hehe, I didn't bring an umbrella (* Peng Jiamin smiled thief, "You don't have to worry about it" I'm still stubborn. "I'll send you home," Peng Jiamin hesitated for a moment and said. "You, take me home?

I looked incredulous. "Yes" Peng Jiamin nodded slightly, I still had doubts in my heart, I remembered the scene when Peng Jiamin and I quarreled every day and occasionally fought. "Feed!

Idiot, can you go? Peng Jiamin's words interrupted my train of thought, "Let's go, let's go" I replied in a panic.

On the way home, I felt as if it wasn't raining, I looked over my head, it was a deep red, and when I looked at Peng Jiamin, only a small place covered her, I pushed the umbrella to Peng Jiamin's side, but the umbrella gave way to me. The rain is still falling, but my heart is so warm.

I was really touched by that.

That incident touched me.

In his own heart, the water of life flows into the distance. In the long river of life, that one thing has always flowed in my heart and moved me.

Six years ago, the homeroom teacher went out because of something, and my classmates suddenly became "lively": talking in class and chatting after class. The squad leader at that time didn't work no matter how he managed it.

There was no quiet time in the day in our class. Moreover, how many people listened to the words of the squad leader at that time?

The day after the teacher went out, a young female teacher came. She is our substitute teacher. As for what subjects she teaches, we don't know.

Seeing that the discipline of our class was so poor, she did not get angry, but adopted a set of policy measures: draw stars. If the discipline of that group is good, add a star to which group, of course, if the discipline is not good, the star will be deducted.

Specialist courses should also have specialist teachers plus stars. The group with the most stars of the day will be exempted from some irrelevant homework. This was already a rare reward for us at the time.

Naturally, we are silent.

On the afternoon of the fifth day after the teacher went out—a sunny afternoon—the teacher returned. At that time, the teacher didn't pay much attention to me. I was very diligent in erasing the blackboard - and the stars - in order to get the teacher's attention.

A classmate saw it and asked, "Why did you wipe the blackboard and still have a competition!" In this way, the matter spread by ten, ten, and hundred.

The third group, which was about to win, had the biggest response, and the whole class blamed me for playing badly. I don't have a place to be ashamed. Days, it's starting to be gray.

Finally, after school, it rained lightly. I didn't have an umbrella. It turned out that the few friends who were very close to me were all far away from me.

God is crying, and so am I. I suddenly felt that the rain was getting lighter. When I looked up, it was my best friend Xiao Ming who helped me with the umbrella.

He was also a classmate in the third group. But he didn't seem to be angry. He said; "It's okay, wipe it, it's not a big deal, the discipline of our group is not good.

When all my classmates were alienated from me because of their opinions, he was so kind to me. Suddenly God was happy, and I was still crying. Not because of sadness, but because of emotion.

This little bit of emotion has been saved to me and now I remember it. Now, six years later, in this new class, the same thing happened to our classmates. In the midst of the reproach of the whole class, I was just about to say something, but the sporadic touching ...... flashed in my mind

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Brother, how can you know about the things that you yourself are moved think about it for yourself Have you not really been moved since you were so big, with real things, and then adding oil and vinegar is enough for 800 words.