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What ordinary things in life touch your heartstrings and inspire you? Please write a composition on this topic.

Article 1:

Build a bridge with love

It rained heavily, and my mother kept saying "thank you" on the phone. I really don't know what to thank. This is just a birthday present. However, when I think about it, I really haven't expressed anything on my mother's birthday for 18 years, so it's no wonder that I shocked her for the first time.

Affection is the lightest and the strongest. It will never be as vigorous as love. It seems light in daily necessities, but it is always the deepest and most difficult emotion in people's hearts. Usually, we seldom care about this kind of affection around us. However, when I realize the preciousness of life, I must express my deep love, because it is hard to say when, maybe it will only be a lifelong regret and there will be no chance. So, two weeks before my mother's birthday, I decided to express my love.

I wrote my blessing on carefully selected paper, only to find that I can say so much and so well because I am not good at words. When writing, thinking has long been out of control. Recalling that dark rainy night, my mother sent me to learn violin by bike for more than an hour. Wrestling is a common occurrence, but it seems that there is a powerful force supporting her for five years. I remember that at first I was close to the school and lived in a small rented space. The three of them share joys and sorrows. I still remember that since I lived in high school, my mother and I hardly talked about any ideological problems, but silently conveyed our concern between the food, clothing, housing and transportation I sent ... Gradually, I didn't care much about what I wrote, just wrote a faint feeling. Love, if you don't say it, may always be just trying to figure it out, and occasionally it will become a misunderstanding. The generation gap is inevitable, but it is more likely to cross it. I choose to communicate with love.

Take out light blue paper and fold out a shirt, carefully hiding a burning heart inside, which is probably my sincere heart. Only in front of my mother, I won't be afraid to show my naivety and fragility, and take off my strong mask in front of everyone. Some people say that in fact, all you can hurt are people who love you, because others don't care about you at all. Every time I think about this, I can't help but feel uneasy, and my mind flashes one by one, searching for pictures of me hurting my mother. Once you find out, you feel guilty, but often more than once. I can only engrave the word "love you" in my heart, love with my heart and heal my wounds with my heart, but those may have been forgotten by my mother.

I folded a big envelope and asked my father to take it home for me. Simple, send my love and blessing.

Communication is not necessarily aimed at congestion, but sometimes it is a kind of express delivery, which makes people clear your mind. Communication is not difficult. When you lead the love in your heart with accumulated courage, they will go forward bravely and break through all unnecessary obstacles.

I don't know when it began to rain outside the window, and a rainbow leaned against the sky, responding to the happy smile on my face.

The second article My mother

That year, I was 16 years old and in the third grade. The weather that day was the same as today, and it was also the same autumn as today. Probably because of the coincidence of time and the similarity of weather and seasons, I have to think about what happened that day. Is to let me have a deeper understanding of maternal love, understanding and experience, but also let me be proud of having such a great and ordinary, gentle and considerate mother.

When our school started that day, my mother sent my brother and me to school. When we went shopping to go back to school, my mother and I met my teacher in Grade One and Grade Two. The teacher told me that I was going to the old school to get a new book, and that the math goal was back. I was excited at that time, because in the third grade, for some reason, we went to another school, and the book was ordered in the old school. At that time, the new school started for a week, and I was here. Don't delay the self-study, I'll get you the book. "Because it was already raining lightly and the night was getting dark, I dissuaded my mother and said," Mom, don't pick it up today. I'll have someone bring it back for me tomorrow. Besides, it's dark, it's raining, and you're not familiar with the road. I heard that the road there is not easy to walk, and it will definitely be slippery when it rains, so don't go there. "I almost said it in a pleading tone, but everything seems to be in vain. My mother's strong words and tone suddenly blocked me back and said, "Go to the study room quickly and I'll get it back for you right away." Don't miss the course! "I seem to have to listen to my mother at this moment, and then I went back to school and walked into the classroom. ...

It's getting dark, and the sky looks like a piece of black brocade against the lights in the school corridor. I tried to force myself not to think about my mother and turn my mind to the textbook, so I was very worried, very worried ... A second later, when I was already in the arms of the textbook, there was a knock at the door of the classroom, and a familiar voice came into my ear: "Please give this book to Zhao Feng." My mother left, and at the moment when the teacher gave me the book, I longed to see my mother.

As a result, I told the teacher and left the classroom In the rain, I saw my mother's back, the back of the person who would rather get wet in the rain in order to get a book for her daughter in the dark. When I caught up with my mother in a hurry and a little tired, I looked at the crow's feet quietly crawling out of the corner of my mother's eye by the faint light of the roadside, and then at the strands of her hair wet by the rain. I feel a kind of unspeakable discomfort and discomfort in my heart. My mother didn't seem to notice it because of the rain. I know my mother doesn't want me to get wet, cold or miss my study, but what she doesn't want is that she doesn't want me to worry about her. I know, I know all this, I know everything! After you slowed down on the road, I said goodbye to my mother.

When I go home every week, my family watches TV in the evening. My mother said she was going to wash her feet, and I said, "I'll wash your feet, mom!" " "My mother refused again and again. Because of my stubbornness, my mother had to follow me. When I was washing my feet, I saw a blood clot the size of a little finger joint. I asked my mother how she did it. My mother didn't say anything Maybe I suddenly remembered the time when I sent a book, so I blurted out, "Mom, it was that time when you sent me a book!" "It must be. Why didn't you tell me? You ... "I have no words, I deeply let out a cry" mom ... "

My dearest, most beloved and most respected person in this world is my mother. Thank you for your kindness. Maybe I can't compare with you and me all my life. "But how much love there is in that inch of grass? Have you got three rays of spring?" But I will make you happy and satisfied with what you want to see most!

Article 3:

The touch of the heart

Life is like a documentary. We are like a photographer, taking pictures of people or things that make us unforgettable. What touches us may be a look, a voice, or an instant ... but it shows the most primitive and true cognition and emotion in our hearts. We often inadvertently recall or reminisce again, just like a photographer checking the samples to be taken.

In the company's new employee training class, I came into contact with people of different ages, including younger brothers and sisters aged seventeen or eighteen and uncles and aunts in their forties. We sat together and listened carefully to the training specialist explain the general situation of the company and life etiquette to us, but my eyes often inadvertently looked around the people around me, because there was a feeling of deja vu pulling my mood and sight. Their simplicity and simplicity let me see the simplicity, enthusiasm and hard work of the rural people in my hometown, and at the same time remind me of the faint homesickness and the yearning for my loved ones.

They look at the projection screen carefully, and sometimes they bow their heads and write down some key points on paper. Their thick hands hold slender pens and look very clumsy. Their little brother and sister are also fascinated, and their eyes reveal a thirst for knowledge.

During the break, the training specialist led us to play a little game and danced with A Niu's Wave After Wave. All the new employees stood in the center of the training room, imitating the posture of leading the dance. Under the rhythm of music, the audience was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere, and almost everyone was immersed in this wonderful music and happy atmosphere. But at this time, my eyes were gathered by a strong light, which was transformed into a kind of eyes from my heart through my eyes. There is a little shyness in his eyes, and at the same time, he reveals a little worry about life. His weathered face, which has quietly climbed into wrinkles, is filled with a simple smile, from which he realizes the hardships of life. Those little brothers and sisters are very comfortable with the dancers, showing us their innocence, liveliness and childishness. Their shy, worried and childish eyes left a deep impression on my mind and left a touching virginity in the photographer's lens.

Music is still flowing. I hope this beautiful music can eliminate their worries, bring them more happiness and continue their happiness and pleasure.

May the song ignite hope. ...

Article 4: Music touched my heart.

Music can cultivate sentiment and purify the soul.

I like listening to music, whether it is pop music, classical music, jazz music, rock music or light music. I will calm down and enjoy it wholeheartedly and taste the infinite relaxation and pleasure brought by music. Especially at night, there is silence all around, lying quietly in bed, wearing headphones and enjoying every one.

When I play a song, it seems to take me to another world.

Music can take me out of the shadow of failure and into the joy of success.

Whenever I fail, I always vent my unhappiness with inspiring rock music and soothe my broken heart with soft light music. ...

Whenever I succeed, I will express my joy with enthusiastic and energetic pop music and celebrate my victory with ancient classical music.

Music can touch me and everything. The fetus in the mother's womb became smart after listening to the concert; After listening to music, vegetative people will wake up in the eager expectation of their loved ones; Listening to music can not only increase the appetite of dairy cows, but also increase milk production; After listening to the music, the vines not only flourish, but also have sweet juice. ...

Music is the language of the earth and the language of the universe.

The satellite rose to the sky with "Dongfanghong", crowing a rooster, making the world white; The spaceship sailed to the sky with wonderful music, calling for the arrival of aliens with greetings from the "Earth".

Great music! It was you who touched my heartstrings and accompanied me through the long river of happy life.

Chapter 5: Touching my heart with longing.

When you see a pair of big eyes full of melancholy and expectation, can you guess what these big eyes yearn for? It is knowledge and love. Although the poor life in the mountainous area made her worry about food, clothing, housing and even tuition fees, people can still deeply feel the little girl's strong thirst for knowledge through these eyes. Fortunately, she was donated by Project Hope. Through unremitting efforts, she did not live up to the expectations of society and became a college student. Needless to say, you should know who she is, right !

That's Su Mingjuan, a pair of eager eyes, who has become the representative of the image of Project Hope. 1 1 has been cared for by all walks of life in recent years, and has grown from a poor child in Dabie Mountain to a college student. Of course, she also won numerous honors, was awarded the title of "National Star of Hope" by China Youth Foundation, served as the image ambassador of "Spring Rain Action" of Anhui Hope Project Office, and became a news figure, so she was invited to give speeches in many places and needed to attend on many occasions, so as to educate more colleagues with her true stories.

The girl's big eyes also deeply touched my heart. Her big eyes are full of gratitude and fighting spirit, which reminds me of the scene where children in mountainous areas are hungry to read. They all need our care and dedication ... I hope the project can make those helpless children see the light again! I once followed the "hand in hand" activity to poor mountainous areas and donated many books. I feel that our hearts are close and warm, and their incomparable smiles left a deep impression on me.

In fact, with the purpose of Project Hope, many people who care about Su Mingjuan have made a lot of loving efforts to help more children, Su Like Mingjuan, get rid of poverty, have a desk to study, have a quiet learning environment, grow up freely and become the pillar of the motherland in the future.

Looking at us again, the tuition fees paid each semester and the fees of various training courses together far exceed the tuition fees of those children in mountainous areas for several years, but we may not learn more than them. Compared with them, we encountered much less difficulties. For example, children in mountainous areas have to climb mountains and mountains to go to school, and they have to walk dozens of miles every day, and it takes several hours to go back and forth. Think about yourself again. I go to school by bus every day, but I still complain all day. Really wrong! Besides, those children are really tired when they come home from school to help their parents with their homework! We also shouted that we were under great pressure to study. Compared with them, what is our pressure? ! And our modern learning environment is far from their dilapidated classroom desks! Under such superior conditions, what reason do we have not to cherish and achieve excellent results? ! My grades have been declining since last year. What a pity! It seems that it's time for me to find out the reason and catch up! Otherwise, don't wait for me! ! !

Finally, thank you, little girl with big eyes; Bless you, hardworking mountain friends, and let us grow up happily under the same blue sky! ! !