A 700-word sample essay on a touching thing

Chapter 1: One thing that moved me

In life, the touching things are woven in my heart like silk. . But only this thing flashes and echoes in my heart like a floating cloud forever.

I remember one afternoon last summer, the sky was extremely hot. My friends and I played hide and seek in the hot sun. I quietly hid behind the shelf next to the steel room. I thought it was perfect, but my friends still found me. I shook my head helplessly and cautiously got out. But he accidentally cut his foot on a glass shard, making it difficult to walk.

At this time, the sky suddenly changed its face, Father Lei beat the drum, and Sister Yu also started pouring rain mercilessly. "Ah, it's raining heavily, let's go home in the rain!" With that, several friends ran out in the rain. I was very anxious and thought: Let’s go, because I’m afraid the wound will bleed and become infected; don’t go, because I’m afraid it will rain harder later. At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the rain was getting heavier. I remember shedding tears. Just as I was about to go home in the rain, a man stopped me. I looked back and saw that it was Uncle Zhang, the doorman. I looked at him in surprise. I saw him take out a pair of plastic covers and put them on my shoes, and said to me: "Why did you hurt your scream? Come on, I will take you to the hospital." As he said this, he held an umbrella in one hand and supported me with the other. I'm leaving soon. "Is it convenient for you? Or..." Uncle Zhang completely ignored my words, lifted his feet and helped me walk to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, Uncle Zhang was busy with me, which made me feel very uncomfortable. After bandaging the wound, Uncle Zhang asked me anxiously: "Son, are you okay? Do you still feel pain?" My nose felt sour and I said, "Uncle Zhang, thank you, I'm fine." Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. , helped me walk out of the hospital.

It is already dark, but the rain is still falling. Uncle Zhang and I were walking on the slippery road. Uncle Zhang was afraid that I would get wet, so he put the umbrella next to me, but half of his body was already soaked by the rain. I gritted my teeth and tears kept rolling in the corners of my eyes. I was very moved, remembering the past when Uncle Zhang and his friends in the community teased him because he was from a rural area. This was really inappropriate. I secretly looked at Uncle Zhang's kind eyes, and my tears flowed down. When I arrived at the door of the corridor, I took off Uncle Zhang's ankle boots and saw Uncle Zhang's body soaked by the rain. I said, "Uncle Zhang, why don't you go to my house and have a cup of hot tea before leaving." Uncle Zhang smiled and said: "No, you go home quickly." With that, Uncle Zhang turned and left. Looking at Uncle Zhang's back, my tears flowed out, and the tall back gradually faded away from my sight...

Chapter 2: One thing that moved me

In my mind, rickshaw driver was just a lowly profession, but an incident made me change this view.

That day was a Thursday. When school was about to end in the afternoon, the school announced that there would be no classes on Friday. I was half-cared at the teacher's house. My mother usually came to pick me up at the teacher's house around 8:30 pm. I didn't have a mobile phone and my mother didn't know that there would be no class tomorrow. When I thought about it, I froze, sitting on the seat at the school gate, at a loss. I stood up and sat down several times. I didn't dare to borrow a phone from my classmates' parents, and I couldn't make a phone call on credit at the store in front of the school.

I just sat like this. I don’t know how long it took, but the classmates were almost gone. I suddenly felt that the sky was getting dark, the sun seemed to have lost its brilliance, and the trees seemed to have lost their vitality in the dusk.

Suddenly, I felt a chill and woke up from my trance. It turned out that there was a light rain in the sky. I stood up involuntarily and walked towards home. I walked to the corner of the street in front of the school, and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in my heart - a row of rickshaw drivers appeared in front of me.

At this time, I didn’t know how I got the courage. I ran up to the first coachman in three steps and said: "Uncle, I have no money. You can send me home first, and then ask my mother to give me some money." Money. Is that okay? My home is in Jingyuan Xiyuan." The driver turned around and left without saying a word. The rain is getting heavier. I asked one by one, and they all left reluctantly. Only the last coachman remained. I walked over and repeated what I just said. He looked at his phone, thought for a while, and then said: "Kids, get in the car."

After I got in the car, the rain started to fall heavily again. The rain followed the wind and hit me, so I It was like falling into an ice cellar, freezing from head to toe. I glanced at the driver in front of me. He seemed to be wearing even thinner clothes than me. He could hardly keep out the cold except for a towel around his neck. I don't know why tears squeezed out of my eyes, and the tears flowed from my eyes to my face like broken pearls. I cried out loud. The driver looked back at me, took off the towel, handed it to me, and said, "Kid, wipe it." I took the towel and squeezed out more tears. I wiped it hard with the towel, but all I could see was In addition to the crying, there was another sound - a cough, coming from the coachman.

Crying, home was here. I put the towel on the chair and rushed into the heavy rain. I took fifteen yuan and rushed to the driver. He seemed to be on the phone, explaining something. I handed over the fifteen dollars. When he saw it, he didn't put it all away and said: "It doesn't have to be so much." He took the five yuan and left, disappearing in the heavy rain.

I stood there and looked at his retreating back. I felt that he was suddenly very tall, but his eyes were blurred.

After this incident, I was in awe of the rickshaw drivers, and their image was no longer humble in my mind.

Chapter 3: A touching thing

The greatest love in the world is maternal love. Although this incident only happened between my classmate and his mother, it still remains fresh in my memory.

It happened during the summer vacation when I was in first grade. I went on a trip to Yunmeng Mountain with my classmates and parents. The scenery there is simple and beautiful, with flowers and grass among the mountains and rivers, a few light fogs looming, and almost no traces of artificial carvings.

I remember that we drifted all the way down the canyon of Yunmeng Mountain, and then we had to walk back to the hotel along the mountain path. The road was very primitive. It was not so much a road as it was the result of many people walking on it. Sometimes there are slippery pebbles beside the pond, sometimes there are drooping shrubs and mountain flowers facing you, sometimes there are overgrown weeds and moss covering the ground. Since it happened to be just after the rain, my feet became slippery and muddy. As I was walking, I saw that the shoelace of Zheng Yalun's mother's left foot was broken. Auntie just took a few steps and sprained her right foot. As a result, the shoelace on the right side was also broken. . Yaron ran and jumped in front of him completely unaware. Mother Lun frowned slightly, took off her shoes, and quickly caught up with her bare feet. The mountain road was so rugged and muddy, and there were thorny wild flowers, slippery moss, and some stumbling pebbles on the roadside, which made it even more difficult to walk. Kelun's mother couldn't see any pain or abnormality at all. She was smiling all the way, speaking briskly, and humming a few songs softly from time to time. But I was a little anxious and upset, wishing I could reach the end of the path as soon as possible. Even the beautiful scenery around me no longer attracted me.

We finally walked out of the valley and arrived at the hotel. The classmates were all eating popsicles, and I was no exception. Everyone was very happy, one was showing off the flint he had picked up, the other was holding out the wild flowers he had picked, but Mother Lun was not seen. So, I ran towards her room. Outside the door, I saw her feet covered in bruises and felt very sad. If my feet were as big as my aunt at that time, it would be great to give her my shoes, so that my aunt wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Maternal love is a spring breeze that can melt the ice in our hearts and make us feel the brightness of spring in the cold winter; maternal love is a bridge that builds a rainbow between our hearts and our mothers’ hearts, allowing us to Endless aftertaste; maternal love is a signpost, silently guiding us on the path of life; maternal love is a clear sky, so that we are no longer afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow.

Maternal love is selfless, great, and never-ending. Think about my mother again, how much she has paid for me! "Whoever speaks a word of grass will be rewarded with three spring radiances." Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song" fits my mood at this time.

Chapter 4: A touching thing

Life is like running water. As time goes by, many things are forgotten. But there is one little thing that makes my heart beat and feel deeply every time I think of it.

When I was in third grade, I became obsessed with playing Rubik’s Cube. For this reason, my father bought me three different styles of Rubik’s Cube. The little Rubik's Cube, with my father's love, gave me a lot of happiness, but also caused me a little trouble. In order to share the fun of the Rubik's Cube with my classmates. I brought the Rubik's Cube to school. Unexpectedly, the most expensive one was broken by a classmate. Looking at the broken Rubik's Cube, I felt heartbroken and complained loudly to him.

When I got home, my father saw my unhappy look and asked why. I told him about school. "Son, if the Rubik's Cube breaks, you can buy a new one, but you can't buy a relationship with your classmates with money, so just give this Rubik's Cube to your classmates." Dad said very reasonably. I nodded silently, feeling a little disappointed. With a depressed mood, I fell asleep.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I was pleasantly surprised to find two new Rubik's Cubes placed in front of my bed. I asked my dad: "Who put these here?" "Yes." Santa Claus, seeing that you have such a tolerant heart, he sent you a Christmas gift in advance." My father's words made me doubtful. I picked up the Rubik's Cube and started playing with it. As I was playing with it, a sticker on the Rubik's Cube fell off, revealing its original color. At this moment, I suddenly realized that Santa Claus was my father! After I fell asleep, he found the old Rubik's Cube I used to play with and put a new sticker on it under the lamp. It looked exactly like the new Rubik's Cube.

My mother told me: In the middle of the night, after I fell asleep. Dad got up from the bed and tiptoed out of the cabinet to find the old Rubik's Cube I used to play with, and then took out the Rubik's Cube stickers and lubricant. I pasted them up one by one under the lamp: each Rubik's Cube has 54 small faces. When applying each sticker, it must cover the original color and not be a little skewed, so that it will be the same as the new one. Then disassemble the Rubik's Cube and apply lubricant to each axis. Sometimes, if it is not posted properly, it has to be taken off and re-attached. When applying lube, smear it all over your hands. It didn't stick until three o'clock in the morning. Hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes. I threw myself into my father's arms and said affectionately: "Dad, thank you!" I remember once it took me half a day to do this work with my father. Then he must go to bed very late this time.

To this day, that Rubik’s Cube is still placed in front of my bed. Although such a long time has passed since this incident, every time I see this Rubik's Cube, I will think of the scene of my father putting up the Rubik's Cube late at night.

You will feel this ordinary and great love, which is like a continuous drizzle, moisturizing everything. This selfless and great love is like the spring breeze blowing on your face, deep and meaningful. It is something I will never forget, and it moves me to this day.

Chapter Five: A Touching Thing

Last night, I came out of the swimming pool of Shenzhen University and got into my mother’s car.

When we were about to leave the parking lot, we found a car parked in a parking space very close to the exit. Mom turned the steering wheel quickly and finally arrived at the entrance of the parking lot. Mom wanted to drive out, but suddenly , there was a "stuck" and "stuck" sound from the chassis of the car. When she heard the sound, my mother immediately stepped back, but she also made a "stuck" and "stuck" sound when she stepped back. At this time, my mother said: "Oops! It's stuck." After hearing this, I immediately got out of the car. Just under the right rear door, the car was stuck on the stone ladder, and it happened to be stuck in the position of the jack. , the tire is basically hanging in the air, this is really a dilemma! Oh, what should I do? Call someone, those people may not want to help.

At this time, the security guard came, and some people came over and said a few ways and then went about their business. By chance, an uncle was about to drive out. I thought: try my luck. I ran over to ask for help, but the uncle immediately came down and ran to my mother's car. He looked at it for a while and said, "You need to get some pieces of wood or bricks to cushion the wheels so that the car can drive away." "Where can I find wood or bricks?" asked a security guard. The uncle was silent, and after a while, he drove away. I thought: Well, he also went to do his own business, what should I do? Later, the security guard asked a few people to move the car to a different position, and the car was finally able to drive. But my mother had already called and asked the insurance company to come and investigate.

More than half an hour had passed. At this time, a car came. I took a closer look. Huh? Isn’t this the uncle in front? Didn’t he drive away? Why is he here again? ?I was thinking about it when an uncle got out of the car and said to us: "I found a lot of wood over there." It turned out that he drove to find wood!

I felt sorry for him in my heart Respect arose spontaneously. Yes, we had never met him, but he actually spent so much time looking for wood for us, and even told us where to find wood when he found it. This uncle is so kind. There were some people in front to see what was going on, but no one helped. They all went to do their own things, but this uncle helped us. From this incident, I thought of a piece of news broadcast on TV a few days ago, saying that a gentleman named Huang fainted in front of SEG's door and bled a lot. Later, a kind person sent Mr. Huang to the hospital, paid the medical bills for the injured, and then waited for the injured's family members to come to the hospital before he left silently.

Isn’t this kind-hearted uncle just like this kind-hearted person?

Ah! There are so many good people in Shenzhen!