Touching composition

-A girl who longs to get sick

What is touching? Just sad tears? No, moving is our truest emotional expression. Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; My friend came to help you get up after running and fell down. I was very touched. After I failed in the exam, my classmates came to say a few words of comfort, and I was very moved. After reading a story, you will also be moved.

This is the story of a girl who is eager to get sick.

Being sick is a terrible thing, and it will make us feel uncomfortable. However, there is such a girl who longs to be sick all her life.

When she was very young, her mother died and her father married a woman with a little brother. Father loves his younger brother, and stepmother takes care of him everywhere. Different from the usual story, the father and stepmother never scold and abuse the girl, but only give her indifference, a complete indifference. Since then, girls have become withdrawn and do not like to associate with others. In her own words, "I wish they could scold me once."

A lonely girl is struggling in such a cold environment. All this seems to haunt her like a thick fog, and no matter how she escapes, she can't get rid of it.

A sudden illness made her yearn for warmth for a long time and returned to her side. Lying on the bed, she vaguely saw all this: her father took time off to sit by the bed and watch over her, her stepmother took off the veil of indifference in the past and bought medicine for her everywhere, and even her naughty brother became much more clever. The girl is still in pain physically, but this time, she smiled so sweetly.

Girls seem to understand a truth: only by making themselves miserable can they be loved.

She learned the trick of increasing the risk of illness. Serious is not serious, as long as it is not fatal, she is willing!

A lonely girl can destroy herself in this way to realize her dream-she can love others and get love for herself!

This life lasted for half a year. Once, she wanted to break her left leg and lie in bed to enjoy the warmth of being loved for several months. But this time, she didn't grasp the scale of injury, resulting in lifelong disability of her left leg, that is to say, she will be in a wheelchair all her life.

She thought, what is it to lose a leg to get love?

At night, she said to the starry sky, my god, will you really get love all your life?

After reading this story, I was moved. People really need to grow up in adversity, but the most important thing is to be embraced by true love. Just like the girl who is eager to get sick, she is willing to lose a leg in order to get love!

This is not so much a story as a true portrayal of real life. It is human nature that people long for love and being loved, but when love is incomplete, people's desire for love is even stronger. Isn't it just like the little tree behind the house twisting its body to earn a ray of sunshine? Let's remember every move around us, give the people around us the most sincere love, and let everyone bathe in the sunshine of love!

A tearful mobile phone number

One day, walking on the road, the mobile phone rang, and a young girl's voice came from the microphone: "Dad, come back quickly, I miss you so much!" " "Intuitively, I know I have the wrong number again, because I have no daughter and no son. It is not surprising that such things happen these days. I said angrily, "Wrong number!" He hung up the phone.

In the next few days, this phone call came from time to time, which made me upset. Sometimes I refuse rudely, and sometimes I simply don't answer.

That day, this phone call came again and again. What is different in peacetime is that I have been making unremitting calls over there and didn't answer. I finally held back my temper and began to answer, but the girl's weak voice said, "Dad, come back quickly." I miss you so much! " Mom said there was nothing wrong with this figure. This is your mobile phone number. Dad, I am so distressed! Mom says you are busy at work and take care of me alone every day. I am exhausted. Dad, I know you have worked hard. If you can't come, will you kiss Niu Niu again on the phone? "I can't refuse the child's naive request. I kissed the microphone several times and heard the child's intermittent voice: "Thank you … Dad, I am so … happy, so … happy …"

Just as I gradually became interested in this wrong number, it was not a girl but a deep female voice who answered the phone: "I'm sorry, sir, I must have given you a lot of trouble these days." I am really sorry! " I want to call you to apologize after dealing with this matter. The child's life is very hard. She was born with bone cancer. Her father died in a car accident not long ago. I really dare not tell her the news. The daily chemotherapy and constant pain have tortured the child pitifully enough. When the pain was the most unbearable for her, she always shouted her father who had encouraged her to be strong. I really couldn't bear to see my child like this, so I just made up a mobile phone number that day ... "

"How is the child now?" I can't wait to ask.

"Niu Niu had already gone. You must have kissed her on the phone at that time, because she left with a smile, clutching the mobile phone that could hear the voice of' Dad' when she left ... "

I don't know when my eyes have blurred. ...

Since we stepped into this boundless world from a blank sheet of paper, the world of mortals has slowly taught us sophistication, indifference, and ... Apart from people's intrigue and intrigue ..., is it less moving?

The touch of life

Walking quietly by the lake, it was a sunny evening, and I enjoyed the picturesque scenery leisurely.

It's April now, and the warm sunshine caresses people's faces intimately. The sky is as blue as sapphire and the white clouds are as white as snow, fluttering lightly. The grass on the shore is enjoying the kindness of the spring girl, and the little green head is swaying in the wind. The beautiful magnolia is in bud, shy and open, elegant and quiet; Golden winter jasmine blooms to welcome the arrival of spring; Peach blossom is in full bloom, pink, like a little girl's red lips. When the breeze blows, the petals fall, probably the pink tears shed by peach blossoms! I looked up and saw the willows in full bloom and dancing, just like a girl showing off her beautiful figure. Occasionally, a few swallows fly freely and draw a beautiful arc from the sky.

Spring is full of vitality, and I feel the vitality, beauty and preciousness of life. I felt an inexplicable touch in my heart, a longing for life! I was moved to tears. Isn't this beautiful scenery our colorful life? Life is beautiful and short. The setting sun lovingly plated the lake with Phnom Penh, the sparkling lake jumped and my heart rippled …

How much touch and vitality life has given us. No one doesn't want to have life, and no one doesn't want to prolong life. It's good to be alive. We should spend our lives well to repay the world.

touch control

There is a glass in my heart, which contains large and small; Red and green things. That's my bittersweet recording chip. Just take out a small piece and insert it into my memory wave.

When I was a child, I was very playful. There is a river near the school. The water is especially clear and green. In summer, there are many fish and shrimp in the river. Lobsters, in particular, are either slightly floating on the water or vaguely hidden in the grass. That big lobster is also easy to bite, two or three at a time. Looking at the expression and joy of my friends, I was also itching and joined the shrimp fishing team. Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on it and fell into the river. I was flopping about in the water, shouting-a teacher happened to pass by, and he rushed down the beach without taking off his clothes, so he rushed into the water and dragged me ashore. I don't know if I was scared by falling into the water or if I was young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, but I was unmoved-

I was still so playful in primary school. Tireless during the day, sleeping deeply at night, often unable to get up in the morning. In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in a hurry. At noon, my stomach naturally sang an uncomfortable "Empty City Plan", and my classmates almost made my mouth water with relish. At this time, the head teacher will always take out half the rice in her box and let me share it with her. Strangely, teachers always eat very little, but they always say they are full. I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I am still unmoved.

When I arrived in middle school, faced with the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden, I had no choice but to say goodbye to fun. I am immersed in the ocean of books and topics every day. The teacher is also very tight, often with one front leg and one rear leg. I have a strong nature. In order to make my grades not too embarrassing, I really never tire of learning and asking questions. As soon as I am free, I will consult my teacher. Sometimes even the teacher has to be caught eating. Teachers often put down their jobs at once, wipe the sweat from their foreheads and patiently give me answers. Maybe it's the pressure of study, maybe I'm busy squeezing time, and I'm still not moved by the teacher's slightly tired face.

The mid-term exam is coming soon. In order to climb the heavy wooden bridge, I study harder, which is simply forgetting to eat and sleep. Once, I fell asleep in English class. Strangely, the teacher was beside me, and even more strangely, she didn't wake me up. After class, she just whispered, "You'll catch cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the bangs floating in the breeze, my eyes-

The wheel of memory stops turning, my thoughts are brought back to reality, and my face has a cool and salty feeling. Isn't this touching? ! This is so touching!

When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down to pick it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; On an ordinary day, it is touching to receive a small blessing, even if it is only a petal or a leaf. ...

Man, how many ordinary things touch him every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.

Touched, such as refreshing spring. After drinking the spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like an intoxicating sea breeze. Feel the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Touched, like heartbreaking snow. Appreciating the snow makes our hearts quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no moving footprints, it will become a frozen world. Ruthless.

Friend, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make room to carry this enough to make us remember the touch of our life!

Be moved by happiness

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this happiness.

It snowed heavily that winter. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if unable to restrain joy. When the Spring Festival comes, the continuous firecrackers are full of warm atmosphere. Everything seems to be reflected in the background of orange light, including a few silver hairs faintly visible in parents' hair, shining in the painting on this winter night.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let wisdom and enthusiasm permeate me, and let my little flowers thrive happily. I can't remember how many times I fell. My parents cheered me up with encouraging eyes and kind smiles and made me stand up again. I can't forget how many nights I reviewed my lessons under the lamp, and my parents sat under the lamp and silently accompanied me late at night-I can't remember how many little things were full of my parents' love, and I can't forget how many parents cared like sunshine.

Suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously wet in the dancing of snowflakes. Looking at this quiet night scene, I suddenly felt very moved and felt that I should do something for it. The next day, I wanted to surprise my parents.

I got up quietly at first light the next day. It snowed like goose feather all night, making the earth bright, even the sunshine outside the window was so dazzling. I quickly pushed open the door, pushed open the door, and I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house with a playful look, a big red hat on her head, waving a "big hand" and smiling sweetly. With a snort, I couldn't help laughing. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll. So it's mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly. My nose is suddenly sour, and tears can't help flowing down. I want to give my parents a-

I didn't expect them-I was speechless in the face of my parents' smiles. In that snow, I held my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time.

I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you? When I walk towards you, I want to reap a spring breeze, but how can I thank you for giving me the whole spring? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a handful of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. "Yes, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad? You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, and I got nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and moving me. I understand your hardships, I understand your hope, and I will try my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved!

What is touching? A kind smile? Love assistance? Or is it a sacrifice without hesitation?

The concept of moving is too broad: as small as a concerned look, as big as a life sacrifice. Sometimes, a ray of sunshine in the morning, a euphemistic bird song and even a busy ant can move people.

Touching comes from people's hearts, and slight waves and ripples will make people feel heartache. In fact, I am a very impressionable girl. A trusting look, an encouraging word and a casual touch will deeply move me. After a night of struggle, a ray of sunshine in the morning is often accompanied by my tears. Long-lost friends meet again, and a cup of light green tea often makes my heart filled with emotion: isn't that light fragrance just like the smile and care my friends gave me-refreshing and memorable?

Touching is everything. She can melt a frozen heart and heal a broken one. I remember reading a science fiction novel about a girl who had special functions since she was a child, but she never used them, because she used them at the cost of her life. Until one time, the girl saved her brother with a special function and awakened her brother whose soul was sealed. Her special function is to find a small gap in the closed place of a person's soul, invade this person's heart, arouse all her good memories, and let the small pieces inside begin to melt, thus awakening the closed soul. Indeed, this story is fictional, but I firmly believe that the heart to save the soul is sincere.

Touching is everywhere, touching power is endless, and touching is inspiring! With a grateful heart, you will find that life is everywhere and the world is so beautiful!