His spirit moved me. The essay is about 500 words long.

She moved me

I was moved by the fact that some people survived the Wenchuan earthquake; I was even more moved by the policemen who rescued people on the front line.

For survivors, the first time is to call their family members to report that they are safe. But policewoman Jiang Min, she couldn't figure it out. On the 13th, Jiang Min's uncle called. He just said a few words and burst into tears. Jiang Min's grandfather, grandmother, mother and daughter were all killed. Except for her uncle, all 10 of her relatives in Beichuan have been confirmed dead. The road ahead is so cruel. Jiang Min, who suffered a heavy blow, unusually chose to be strong at this time. She and her comrades were busy on the front line of rescue operations, maintaining order after the earthquake. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't and couldn't bear to leave. Jiang Min said: "The best way to commemorate is to fight with the living!" She was only one step away from being reunited with her daughter. She was planning to pick her up to study on May 10, but she missed the opportunity because of overtime work. The sudden earthquake shattered the mother and daughter's dream of reuniting. Jiang Min said: "I will be strong. My homeland has been lost, but I am still here and everyone is still here."

On the front line, there are countless heroes like Jiang Min. I praise them:

The mountains and rivers collapsed, the situation changed, and the land of Shu was in chaos. Before people could despair, the familiar olive green appeared among the ruins. They descended from the sky, followed the water, and meandered forward. Loyalty is engraved on his forehead, and perseverance is on his eyebrows. They are the soldiers of the common people. They frowned because they were worried about the lives under the ruins; they held tears because they were afraid of missing out on life in the confusion; they raised the corners of their mouths because of the crisp childish voice of the rescued children: Thank you, uncle! We are proud that our motherland has such a hero!

Time flies by, and many memories have faded with the passage of time. But there is one thing that makes me vividly remember and move me deeply - that deep maternal love.

That morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "***, the weather forecast is for rain today, so you'd better bring an umbrella." I looked up. The sky is clear, how can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just when school was over at noon, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain fell suddenly. The students who brought rain gear all went home, and the others were picked up one by one by their parents. My father teaches in a school out of town and never comes home at noon. It just so happens that my mother has been suffering from a high fever and taking an IV drip these days. I don't think anyone will come to pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the rain falling outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and heavy rain seemed to swallow my mother up. My mother struggled and walked towards me.

"***, come here quickly and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face, and body were all soaked by the rain. Looking at my mother who looked like a drowned rat and her blue and white face, I couldn't help but cry again...

An umbrella holds up the sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. . Although it has been a long time, it always touches me and teaches me to be a good person and study well...

I hope it can help you and hope to adopt it.