Who Moves Me the Most Essay 300

Everyone is responsible for protecting the environment", but who is the person who really protects the environment? That's the cleaner. Once, my friend and I were throwing some garbage on the ground and happened to see a garbage truck parked and a cleaner sweeping the floor on the other side of the street.

So the partners quietly pushed the cleaning car, turned the cleaning car over, poured out all the garbage, and suddenly smelled a pungent smell. So we ran away, not going far and hiding in a corner to peek. I saw the worker come over, dig up little by little with cleaning tools, and throw it into the garbage truck.

Even though I was wearing a mask, I could smell the pungent stench, and my heart was sour, and I wanted to walk over to him and say sorry to him, but I was too embarrassed to go. Finally, when he was far away, I stepped forward and said sorry to his back. When a person is silently dedicated to the world, we can't care what his identity is, just like that worker, we accidentally hurt him, but he doesn't scold or say a word, just silently do what he should do, this kind of person really touches me!

Famous teacher's comments: The topic of the article is well chosen, and cleaners can be seen everywhere, but they are also the most easily ignored, but the little author noticed it, indicating that the little author usually observes carefully. The little author and his friends threw the garbage on the ground, and also overturned the cleaning car, and the cleaners "didn't scold a word, didn't say a word, just silently did what they should do", the two behaviors before and after formed a sharp contrast, which can better set off the noble spirit of the cleaning workers, which is the greatness in the ordinary.

The article is well organized, the story is vivid, and the language of the little author is also beautiful and well written. In "a person who silently dedicates himself to the world", "one" is changed to "one person".

There are so many things around us that we are touched that some people may ask, "What is moving?" "I think moving is about helping you and solving problems when you need help.

These things that touched me sparkled in my mind like stars. I'm going to pick one of the stars and tell you about the thing that touched me.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I got up early to get ready to go to school, I walked to the school with a relaxed pace, when I was about to walk to the school gate, I saw the red scarves on the chests of my classmates, I suddenly stopped, reached out and touched the right pocket and touched the left pocket, but I didn't see the red scarf, and I was anxious. I took off my schoolbag again, and I flipped left and right to almost pour out all the contents of the bag, but who knew that I couldn't even find the shadow of the red scarf. My heart is like an ant on a hot pan--- swirling.

I frowned and said, "What should I do?" "I was so anxious that I stomped my foot.

As the minutes passed, my heart became more and more anxious. I waited there, and when I saw Zheng Yanqi sitting down from the road, I jumped up happily, as if a happy road was coming to me. I ran to Zheng Yanqi and asked:

Zheng Yanqi, do you still have any extra red scarves? "Yes," he said, "can you lend me one?" I continued to ask, "Of course, aren't we good classmates?"

Students should help each other. He readily agreed.

Xiao Xiao, what you said is not wrong at all, classmates should indeed help each other.

Touched, like a refreshing spring. Drinking the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

On the afternoon of the week, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people because I still had to buy pens. In desperation, we came to a small vegetable stall on the side of the road to buy vegetables. The stall owner is an old man, and at first glance he knows that he is an authentic old farmer who has suffered a lot of weather.

Mom went up to ask for the price and began to negotiate with him. But the vegetable seller was calculating, and he refused to lower the half-dime. I was impatiently urging my mother next to me, and my mother was also anxious, so she hurriedly weighed the food and paid for it, and left in a hurry.

Who knew that halfway through, my mother found that the key was missing, what should I do? There will be more guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother had a disappointed expression on her face.

You must have forgotten it in that stall, and if you lose something, who will return it to you, let alone the old man who cares about it. You think you're unlucky! ”

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try our luck, so we ran in the direction of the market again.

It was late afternoon when I got there, and there weren't many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw that the old man was still there, his eyes looking around, as if waiting for someone. My mom and I walked up, and the old man recognized us, and he handed the key to her with his calloused hand, and she nodded to him knowingly, and all three of us smiled happily.

Touched, like heart-wrenching snow. Enjoying the snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

In the colorful life, there are many touches. And what I want to write is a true story in Sichuan.

Late at night, rescuers who were searching in Sichuan suddenly heard the cry of a child, and the rescuers immediately looked for the child. "Found it! "Found it!

All alive! One of the rescuers cried out with joy. They found a mother, with her body bent and her belly hanging on the ground, lying a child, wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly.

But ......This poor child, the mother is dead. But it's not easy to get this child out! The rescuers were afraid that the stones would hit the children, so they had to use their hands to move the solid stones away, but the drill could not drill down because the ground was far from the rubble, about a few meters.

Alas! There's still no way! The rescuers racked their brains and finally came up with a way, which was to use a long iron to drive into the rubble, and then use the iron to move out.

When the child came out by the rescuers, the child was already crying! It's loud. While the medical staff was cleaning the child's wounds, a mobile phone suddenly fell out of the blanket with a sentence on it:

Child, if you are alive, know that mom loves you! It was this sentence that made many people cry.

Five years ago, there was something that touched me. It was raining, like splashing, like pouring, and I braved the pouring rain to rush home. Yikes!

I forgot, today my mother has to work overtime, my father has to go home at 7:00, my brows are locked, and the neighbor's Aunt Li came back from shopping for vegetables, and saw me hiding under the eaves, helpless, and said, "The child went to my house to take shelter from the rain, right?"

I said no. The aunt said, "It's okay."

The road of life is always tortuous, and it is inevitable that there will be some stumbling blocks, so who will help us get rid of the stumbling blocks again and again, and drive away one confusion after another? Are you deeply moved? What touched me the most was this incident:

I remember one time when it was colder than usual and the wind was stronger than usual. The snow was heavy and the wind and snow were so frightening to me. Ringing ring, class is over, school is over! The classroom was as lively as a market, and the students were smiling more than one another.

We all walked out of school with our school bags on our backs, and I was worried that my mother was sick and couldn't pick me up, so I had to go home by myself, but my home was so far away......Just as I was struggling, a familiar figure appeared in my eyes. Who's that?

Long hair, short stature, slightly chubby body? I took a closer look and exclaimed, "Ah, Mom, why are you here?"

Mom replied with a smile: How could I not pick you up? Do I want you to go home by yourself and not ......?At this time, my heart warmed.