The essay with the theme of moving should be 600 words for the first year of junior high school.

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, "Bobo, the weather forecast is for rain today, so you'd better bring an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. , 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 heavy 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.

"Bobo, 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...

There are many things that touch me in my memory, but the one that touches me the most is Something happened during this summer vacation.

This summer our family decided to go to Hainan. When we arrived in Hainan, we put down our luggage, and I said to my father, "Shall we go to the beach to play?" Dad said cheerfully, "Okay." We walked on the way to the beach, thinking whether I should play in the sand or in the water.

In the end I decided to play in the sand.

When I got to the beach, I looked around and saw only the blue sky, the blue sea, and the golden beach. While I was playing, I suddenly felt a pain in my foot. I turned my foot over and saw, no, it was a branch stuck in my foot. When I touch it, it hurts like crazy.

I held back the pain and was about to take action when the dad next to me shouted: "Why don't you play anymore?" I said: "A small branch pricked my foot." I suddenly felt like my foot was Something was bleeding. I looked down and saw, no, it was bleeding. I kept shouting: "Dad, look, my foot is bleeding." Dad quickly turned around and said, "No, there are no tissues, what should I do?" When I was about to cry, an aunt came over and said, "Son, what are you doing?" What's wrong?" I said, "A small branch pricked my foot, but I didn't bring any tissue." Auntie said kindly, "Don't worry, Auntie has medicine here. I'll bandage the wound for you later." ? But it hurt a little. I smiled and said to my aunt: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain, let's start bandaging!"

She first applied ointment on the cotton swab to disinfect the wound, which made me grit my teeth in pain, then applied ointment, and finally wrapped it with tape. After bandaging, Auntie stood up and was about to leave, Dad He stood up quickly and said, "Madam, how can I thank you for helping my daughter?" He smiled and said, "This is what I should do, it's a simple effort!" "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Looking at my aunt's back, I sincerely thanked her and wished her a safe life!

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.

That look moved me

The sun was setting in the west and the west wind was getting stronger.

The leaves have fallen, and autumn has come with the tired fallen leaves. Autumn is coming, and people become sad and lose weight with autumn. Missing has shaken the leaves off the branches. Hang your thoughts all over the branches, miss the autumn when the fallen leaves are flying, and miss the eyes of your children under the fallen leaves waiting for their return and reunion.

The leaves are still falling, looking from a distance like a group of tired butterflies. There is a lonely figure under the fallen leaves. It is a mother, a mother looking into the distance at her children waiting to go home. She stared straight at the road in the distance, her gaze was so determined. I firmly believe that there must be my children in front of me. A firm heart and a pair of longing eyes, that look moved me so much.

I sigh, the development of the times has faded away the family affection in the world; I sigh, a hopeful heart and a pair of expectant eyes did not see the expected figure. I began to lament that we have more and more convenient mobile phones, but we don’t have more and more greetings; I lament that we have faster and faster means of transportation, but we rarely go home to see my mother’s lonely figure under the fallen leaves. And the touching eyes; sighing that we can send satellites to the moon, but we can't send our hearts to our homes. Times are developing, technology is advancing, and the distance between people and home is getting wider and wider.

Go home and give joy to the mother who is waiting for the return of her children under the fallen leaves; go home and give a pair of expectant eyes a glimmer of hope; go home and give comfort to the lonely soul. Home is like a tree, and the wanderer who is far away from home is just a fallen leaf. The tree has only one starting point and only one ending point. Go home and put you in a home where the branches are green because of growth. The mother's looking eyes are so touching, how much she hopes to have greetings from her children, how much she hopes that her children will hold her hand that has experienced all the vicissitudes of the world, as she did when they were young, to complete the last journey of life. .

Thinking of the smoke from the chimney swaying due to the return of the wanderers, whether the wanderers in far away places can see it and whether it makes them remember the way home. Don't let those touching eyes cut off the wanderers' path of no return. Time cannot stretch out a hand to catch the clouds of the past for you. Cherish the time now and go back to take a look at the touching eyes under the fallen leaves!

The leaves are still falling, looking from a distance like a burst of tired butterflies, quietly gathering the beauty of their lives. Just for that vow, a greeting or just that touching look.

Ding Ling Ling..." As the crisp bells rang, the teacher announced that we were out of class. He also told us: "The snowstorm is coming soon. You must go home as soon as possible. When staying and playing on the roadside, be sure to pay attention to safety! "After listening, my classmates and I immediately packed our schoolbags and ran out of the classroom.

When we came to the roadside, I saw dark clouds rolling in the sky and people coming and going on the road, all rushing to go home. I also quickened my pace. When I came to a "ten" intersection, suddenly, an uncle on a bicycle knocked a little girl to the ground. When he saw that no one was paying attention, he quickly rode away. The little girl's feet were scratched and there was blood oozing out. The little girl was so frightened that she started crying. I thought she was so pitiful, so I hurriedly walked over and called her mother. I gave her a tissue in my schoolbag to wipe away the blood, and she cried and yelled: “It hurts! pain! It hurts...! I said, "Please bear with me. I'll take you home after you've wiped it clean. Where do you live?" "In Century Plaza," she choked, "What a coincidence!" I live there too. "After I wiped it off, I helped her limp home.

Finally we arrived at the door of her house, and she told me that I had arrived. I knocked on the door for help. The little girl’s mother welcomed us in and asked us what happened. She quickly thanked me and took out candy. and biscuits for me to eat. I was very embarrassed and hurried home.

Walking on the way home, although the sky was dark, I still felt particularly happy.

Because I did something very meaningful today, and at the same time I understood that only by helping others can I be happy! I hope everyone can give a little love and never be irresponsible for their actions like that uncle!