The end of the moving essay, the end of the moving essay

Moved, it seems, is only in an instant. However, in that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me have endless aftertaste, and make me cry like rain!

Touching things are everywhere, as long as you look carefully, you will definitely find it.

Those young and beautiful warriors, who have exchanged their lives and blood for today's beauty, let us pray for them silently!

Touching essay ending(a).

Again and again, again and again, discovery after discovery. Her smile, every move, is alive in my life and blooms in my world.

Only then did I know that 10,000 years is too long, and what we are fighting for is just a day and a night. Only to find that sometimes, those shadows that we seem to hate that linger around us all day long are those who will always live in our hearts. And those people are the people who care about us and deserve our care.

Just like my sister, she taught me how to have a moving heart.

Touching essay ending(b).

When I listened to this story, my heart was silently crying, and there was also an inexplicable warmth, it was the mother's actions that moved me, maternal love is great, unique in the world. Mother pins all her hopes on us, and can even sacrifice herself for us, so motherly love is great.

I hope that all children can cherish the unique love in this world and repay them well.

Touching essay ending(c).

There is a long-lost experience called moving, and there is an intoxicating taste called moving. Touched, always in an inadvertent moment, quietly touches your heart.

Touched by the lilies on the cliffs'Splendid; Touched by the father's generous back of the child's sweet sleep; Touching is the existence of the last life in the land of Wenchuan. Because of love and hard work, there are miracles; Because of the miracle, I was moved.

Touching essay ending(iv).

There is a saying: "Man is moved because he lives in love." "I'm only now really appreciating the meaning of that sentence.

I can't forget this incident in my heart for a long time, and that scene resurfaced in front of my eyes over and over again like a movie. It's not just earth-shattering events in life that can shock people's hearts, sometimes, some small things are like warm rays of sunshine that move everyone.

This little thing has always been imprinted in my mind, and my father's love has accompanied me bit by bit and touched me.

The beautiful sentence at the end of the moving essay is as follows:

She still couldn't rest assured about this matter, and came to my house on weekends. Her intriguing words inspired me and gave me courage. He also helped me make a study plan and asked me to work hard.

I am really touched by such great love and such sincere feelings! The morning breeze brushed my face, and I stood silently on the balcony. Reminiscing about the passing years and enjoying being touched by love.

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. Touching is not a simple cry, not a superficial sentimental sadness, but an inner feeling, a spiritual resonance between people. Touching is everywhere in the world, and if there is no emotion in the world, then the world is also ruthless.

I hurriedly retrieved my dog and left with it. I was deeply touched by this incident, I didn't expect that there is such a deep affection between animals, and as a mother, I also have such care and love for my children.

I believe that with my mother's touch, I will move forward fearlessly in the future. These are the most ordinary things in life, and they may not be enough to move the world, but in my opinion, my mother is actually a deep touch in my heart. When I make a naughty mistake, she doesn't yell loudly, but teaches me to pay attention next time in a tactful tone, which touches me.

When I was disappointed in the exam, she would not count me down but gave me a smile of encouragement, which contained a deep love for me and moved me. When I accidentally fell and injured myself, she would not criticize and accuse me, but gave me loving words, which were full of distress and moved me; When I was sad, she would not admonish me, but a warm hug with a hint of body fragrance, which was the taste of motherly love.

I was touched by the story of Sister Liang Dan, and even more moved by the love of my classmates. The classmates were reluctant to spend their New Year's money and donated it to Sister Liang Dan. In my opinion, it is not money that is donated, but a piece of love from the students.

Although Sister Liang Dan and we never know each other, we have established a heart-warming love bridge between us. It is precisely with this bridge of love that our experimental primary school is full of sunshine of love.