Composition: A person who moved me

A mobile phone number that makes people cry

One day, while walking on the road, the mobile phone rang, and the voice of an immature little girl came on the phone: "Dad, come back quickly, I I miss you so much!" Intuitively, I knew it was another wrong call because I have no daughter or son. It is really not surprising that such things happen these days. I said angrily: "Wrong number!" and hung up the phone.

In the next few days, this call came from time to time, which made me upset. Sometimes I would reject it rudely, and sometimes I would not answer it at all.

That day, the call came again and again. What was different from usual was that when I never answered the call, the other party kept calling relentlessly. I finally had the patience to answer the call, and it was still the girl's feeble voice: "Dad, please come back soon, I miss you so much! Mom said the call was correct, it was your mobile phone number. Dad, I feel so sorry for you! Mom You said you were busy at work, and she was taking care of me all by herself every day. I was exhausted. Dad, I know it’s hard for you. If you can’t come, can you kiss Niu Niu again on the phone? Refuse, I kissed the phone loudly a few times, and then heard the intermittent voice from the child: "Thank you...Dad, I'm so...happy, so...happy..."

Just when I gradually became interested in this wrong call, the person who answered the phone was not a girl but a deep female voice: "I'm sorry, sir, I must have caused you a lot of trouble these days. I'm really sorry! I wanted to deal with it." I'll call you to apologize as soon as I finish the matter. This child's life is very difficult. She was born with bone cancer. Her father was... killed by a car accident not long ago. I really don't dare to tell her the news. The daily chemotherapy and constant pain have made the child miserable enough. When the pain is the most unbearable, she always calls out to her father who used to encourage her to be strong. I really can't bear to look at the child. In this way, I randomly made up a mobile phone number that day..."

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

"Niuniu has left. You must have kissed her on the phone at that time, because she left with a smile. When she left, she was still holding the one where she could hear the voice of 'Dad' tightly in her little hand. Mobile phone..."

I don’t know when, my vision has become blurry...

Since we stepped into this vast world, from a piece of white paper to the rolling dust of mortals, Earth has taught sophistication, indifference, and... except for people's overt and covert struggles and intrigues..., isn't it a little less touching!

The Touch of Life

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

It’s April. The warm sunshine touches people’s faces affectionately. The sky is as blue as sapphire, and the white clouds are floating lightly. The grass on the shore enjoys the grace of the spring girl, and its green little head sways in the wind. The pure and pure magnolia is in bud, but shy about blooming, elegant and tranquil; the golden winter jasmine flowers are blooming, welcoming the arrival of spring; the peach blossoms are in full bloom, pink, like a little girl's red lips, and when the breeze blows, there are petals Falling, these are probably the pink tears shed by peach blossoms! I looked up and saw that the willow trees were bursting with green and dancing, like a girl showing off her beautiful figure. Occasionally, a few swallows fly freely, drawing a beautiful arc from the sky.

Spring is full of vitality. I feel the vitality of life, the beauty of life, and the preciousness of life. An inexplicable feeling arose in my heart, a desire for life! I was moved to tears. Isn’t this beautiful scenery just like our colorful life? Life is beautiful, but also short. The setting sun lovingly coats the lake with a golden edge, and the sparkling lake jumps, rippling with my heart...

How much touch and vitality life has given us. No one does not want to have life, and no one does not want to extend life. Living is such a good thing. We must spend our life well to repay the world.

Moved

There is a glass in my heart, which contains big, small, red and green things. That is my ups and downs recording chip. Take out a small piece at random and insert it into the flow of my memory ------

When I was a child, I was very playful. There is a small river near the school. The water is particularly clear and green. When summer comes, there are a lot of fish and shrimps in the river. Especially the big lobster, which is either slightly floating on the water or hidden in the water plants. The big lobsters were very easy to get hooked on, and there were two or three of them at one time. Seeing the expressions and joy on the faces of my friends, I felt itchy and joined the shrimp fishing team. Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on a hole and fell into the river. I was flopping in the water and shouting - a teacher happened to be passing by. He hurriedly ran down the river beach, without taking off his clothes, rushed into the water and dragged me ashore. I don’t know whether it was because I was frightened by falling into the water, or because I was young and ignorant, but when I looked at the soaked teacher, I was not moved ------

When I was in elementary school, I was still so playful. I am tireless during the day, sleep very deeply at night, and often cannot get up in the morning.

In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in my rush. As soon as noon arrived, my stomach naturally began to sing the uncomfortable "empty city plan", and the relished appearance of my classmates made me almost salivate. At this time, the head teacher would always take out half of the rice in her box and let me share it together. The strange thing is that the teacher always eats very little, but she always says she is full. I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's motherly smile, I still wasn't moved ------

When I was in middle school, I was faced with an increase in courses and an increase in study load, so I had no choice but to say goodbye to Tanwan. "Yes. I immerse myself in the sea of ??books and immerse myself in the sea of ??topics every day. The teachers also hold on very tightly, often with one front leg in and one hind leg out. I am very strong-willed by nature, so in order to keep my grades from being too embarrassing, I really never get tired of learning and asking questions. Whenever I have time, I ask the teacher for advice. Sometimes even teachers are caught while they are eating. Teachers often put down their jobs immediately and patiently answer my questions while wiping the sweat from their foreheads. Maybe it’s because I’m under too much pressure to study, or maybe I’m busy squeezing in time. Facing the teacher’s slightly tired face, I’m still not moved------

I’m about to take the high school entrance examination, so in order to squeeze in the exam, I I have to study harder than before to climb that single-plank bridge, and I simply forget to eat and sleep. Once, I actually fell asleep in English class. Surprisingly, the teacher was beside me, and even more surprising was that she didn't wake me up. After class, she just said softly: "You will catch a cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the few strands of bangs blowing in the breeze, in my eyes------

The memory wheel stopped spinning, and my thoughts were brought back to reality. There was a cool, salty feeling on my face. Is this touching? ! This is touching!

While turning the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up, and I was surprised to find that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it said "Cherish it, friend!" I don't remember if I had the urge to cry at that time, but it was just Now, there are already tear marks on the withered leaves. I remembered that there is another kind of mood in this world called touching.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is it because my heart has become indifferent, or is it that my heart is so filled with irrelevant things that there is no space?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we were not destined, but because there were two words missing in our lives - touching." Indeed, we As a result, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when we miss it and look back, do we realize that we have really lost a lot.

There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer touching things in the world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that we are actually moved all the time and everywhere.

When we are tired from studying, our parents peel an apple for us, which is touching; when we are thirsty, our friends help us get a glass of water, which is touching; when we are depressed, we receive a word of comfort, which is touching; when we are happy, we feel touched. It is touching to have friends to share happiness with you; it is touching to receive a small blessing on an ordinary day, even if it is just a petal or a leaf...

People, how many ordinary blessings are received every day Things are touching! Perhaps it is sometimes their mundanity that makes us blind to them. There is a saying: "The reason why a person is moved is because he lives in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and there is affection in the world. Why should we let mediocrity blind our eyes and prevent us from feeling the feeling of being moved?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.

Moving, like refreshing sweet spring. Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze makes our hearts pure and spacious.

Moving, like the heartbreaking white snow. Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world. Cold and ruthless.

Friends, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to carry this touching moment that will last a lifetime!

The feeling of 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 kind of happiness.

That winter, it snowed heavily. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The lights were filled with flying snowflakes, as if they couldn't contain their joy. The continuous sound of firecrackers is filled with the warm atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Everything seems to be reflected in the orange-red light background, including the faintly visible strands of silver hair in the parents' hair, which shine brightly in this winter night painting.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, letting wisdom and enthusiasm penetrate into me, making my little flower grow happily and robustly.

I can’t remember how many times I fell down, and my parents used their encouraging eyes and kind smiles to cheer me up and stand up again; I can’t forget how many nights I reviewed my homework under the lamp, and my parents were also stunned under the lamp. Sitting on the ground, silently accompanying me for most of the night------I can't remember how many little things filled with my parents' love, I can't forget how many parents' care is like the sun------

< p>Suddenly, I felt that the light was filled with love, and amidst the flying snowflakes, my face became moist unconsciously. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly felt moved and felt that I should do something for it. I would give my parents a surprise the next day.

At dawn the next day, I got up quietly. The heavy snowfall all night long turned the earth into a beautiful place, and even the sunlight shining through the window was so dazzling. I hurriedly opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. A snow doll stood in front of my house, with a playful expression and a big red hat on its head, waving its "big hands" and grinning sweetly. With a puff, I couldn't help but laugh. "Happy New Year!" Two people walked out from behind the snow doll. They turned out to be parents. They looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly became sour and I couldn't help but shed tears. I originally wanted to give my parents a——

Unexpectedly, they————faced with the smiles of my parents, I was speechless. On that piece of snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long, long time ------

I remember a poet said this: "How can I thank you? When I walk towards When I walked towards you, I originally wanted to pick up a ray of spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; how can I thank you, when I walked towards you, I originally wanted to pick up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. "Yeah, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad. You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I have nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me happiness, thank you for letting me learn to be moved. I understand your hardships and your full hopes. I will do my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved!

What is touching? A kind smile? A loving aid? Or is it a sacrifice without hesitation?

The concept of touching is too broad: as small as a concerned look, as big as a sacrifice of life. Sometimes, a ray of morning sunshine, a melodious bird song, or even a busy ant can move people.

Moving comes from the bottom of people's hearts. The slight waves and ripples will make people's hearts beat. In fact, I am a girl who is easily moved. A look of trust, a word of encouragement, a careless touch will make me deeply moved. After a night of struggle, a ray of sunshine in the morning often brings tears to my eyes. When long-lost friends meet, a cup of light tea often makes me feel filled with emotion: Isn't that light fragrance just like the smile and care given to me by my friends - refreshing and endless aftertaste.

Moving is omnipotent, she can melt the frozen heart and heal the broken heart. I remember I once read a science fiction book about a girl who had special abilities since she was a child, but she never used them because the cost of using them was her life. Until one time, the girl used a special function to save her brother and awakened her brother's sealed soul. Her special function is to find a small gap in the closed part of a person's soul, invade the person's heart, stimulate all her beautiful memories, and cause the small fragments in her heart to begin to melt, thus awakening the closed soul. Indeed, this story is fictional, but I firmly believe that the heart of saving souls is sincere.

Touch is everywhere, touching is infinite, and touching inspires people to forge ahead! With a moment of gratitude, you will find that life is touching everywhere, and the world is so beautiful!

While turning the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up, and I was surprised to find that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it said "Cherish it, friend!" I don't remember if I had the urge to cry at that time, but it was just Now, there are already tear marks on the withered leaves. I remembered that there is another kind of mood in this world called touching.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is it because my heart has become indifferent, or is it that my heart is so filled with irrelevant things that there is no space?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we were not destined, but because there were two words missing in our lives - touching." Indeed, we As a result, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when we miss it and look back, do we realize that we have really lost a lot.

There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer touching things in the world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that we are actually moved all the time and everywhere.

When we are tired from studying, our parents peel an apple for us, which is touching; when we are thirsty, our friends help us get a glass of water, which is touching; when we are depressed, we receive a word of comfort, which is touching; when we are happy, we feel touched. It is touching to have friends to share happiness with you; it is touching to receive a small blessing on an ordinary day, even if it is just a petal or a leaf...

People, how many ordinary blessings are received every day Things are touching! Perhaps it is sometimes their mundanity that makes us blind to them. There is a saying: "The reason why a person is moved is because he lives in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and there is affection in the world. Why should we let mediocrity blind our eyes and prevent us from feeling the feeling of being moved?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.

The deep feeling in the soul

The feeling seems to be only in an instant. However, that moment made me remember it deeply, left me with endless aftertaste, and made me burst into tears!

During those days, my heart became dark and it seemed that I could no longer cheer up. Grandpa passed away. The grandpa who loved me most and loved me the most passed away. His tears had dried up and his eyes were no longer as clear as before. He stared at a certain place all day long.

The results plummeted, and the teacher could only sigh frequently. I don’t know which day started, but I found a few pieces of paper stapled together with a stapler in my schoolbag. On them were written the key points taught by the teachers of each subject. Beautiful and clean handwriting, who wrote it? Why should he or she take an extra note for me?

I never read it, I just threw it aside every time and continued to think about grandpa blankly.

The pile of paper is getting higher and higher, and it is already a thick pile. Who on earth has such time and perseverance? This mystery that puzzled me was finally solved after a physical education class.

After the physical education get out of class that day, I dragged my heavy steps back to the classroom. As soon as I walked into the classroom, I accidentally saw a person where I was. Who was that person? I saw that man slowly turning around, and he and I were both shocked. It turned out to be him, who had always been in tit-for-tat with me in studies! I immediately walked up to him, stared at him and said, "What are you doing? Are you pitying me or pitying me? Remember, no matter how low I am, I don't want your charity!" After that, I took out the few pieces of paper he had just stuffed in my schoolbag and tore them up gracefully. For a moment, the whole classroom was silent.

He didn’t say a word, silently returned to his position, and began to write hard. After a while, a piece of paper flew over. I opened it, and there were such beautiful and clean handwriting on it: Grandpa is here. Heaven will definitely not be happy seeing you like this. Come on, cheer up. No one is competing with me for first place. I'm not used to it!

After reading it, I felt very sad and had a complicated feeling. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I tried not to let them fall. I walked up to him again and yelled at him: "You don't have to worry about my affairs! If you don't get used to it, you won't get used to it, and it doesn't bother me! Why are you bothered by being the first? You don't need to show off in front of me!" Shake it off! At the last word, I turned around and returned to my seat. He always lowered his head and said nothing.

The next day, I thought there would be no more notes, but unexpectedly, there were, and there were two copies, one from yesterday and one from today. In an instant, tears splattered everywhere, and I suddenly realized...

Before this, I was very cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart... From then on, I became sunshine. If you are happy, treat life optimistically!

Moved aftertaste

While turning the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up, and I was surprised to find that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it said "Cherish it, friend!" I don't remember if I had the urge to cry at that time, but it was just Now, there are already tear marks on the withered leaves. I remembered that there is another kind of mood in this world called touching.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is it because my heart has become indifferent, or is it that my heart is so filled with irrelevant things that there is no space?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we were not destined, but because there were two words missing in our lives - touching." Indeed, we As a result, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when we miss it and look back, do we realize that we have really lost a lot.

There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer touching things in the world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that we are actually moved all the time and everywhere.

When we are tired from studying, our parents peel an apple for us, which is touching; when we are thirsty, our friends help us get a glass of water, which is touching; when we are depressed, we receive a word of comfort, which is touching; when we are happy, we feel touched. It is touching to have friends to share happiness with you; it is touching to receive a small blessing on an ordinary day, even if it is just a petal or a leaf...

People, how many ordinary blessings are received every day Things are touching! Perhaps it is sometimes their mundanity that makes us blind to them. There is a saying: "The reason why a person is moved is because he lives in love.

"There is love in the mortal world, and there is affection in the world. Why should we let mediocrity blind our eyes and prevent us from feeling the feeling of being moved?

What is being moved? A thousand people have a thousand answers. But No matter who you are, you can't tell an emotionless person what touching is, because touching is not expressed with words, but with the heart.

Moving is like refreshing sweet spring. . Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Feeling the intoxicating sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

Moving, like the heart-wrenching white snow. Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no traces of touching in this world, it becomes a world. The frozen world is cold and merciless.

Friends, please pull your heart out of the mud! Please make a little space to carry this touching moment that will last a lifetime!