Summary of moving details in life

There are often some small things in life that move us very much. The following is the composition material about touching details in life for you to extract and accumulate.

It was a summer night and I was walking home. Although it is very hot during the day, it is very cold at night, which makes me yawn all the time. I'm walking, I don't know where I am. I panicked and looked around. There are very few people in the street at this time, and there is no passerby at all. At this moment, a passerby appeared in my room. Passers-by told me, "This is the Yellow River Avenue." I asked him how to get to Chaoyang Third Street. He told me again, and I was in a fog, but I still didn't know how to get to Chaoyang Third Street. He said, "Why don't I take you?" I nodded, and then I followed him to Chaoyang Third Street. When I said goodbye, I was very grateful for his help. I said, "Thank you."

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said; Jingjing, the weather forecast says it will rain today. You'd better take an umbrella. I look up at the sky. Wan Li knows. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly there was a rainstorm. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. Father teaches in other places and never comes home at noon. It happens that my mother has a fever and intravenous drip these days. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry, watching the pouring rain outside the window, and couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain, oh. It's mom, and the storm seems to be engulfing her. My mother struggled towards me.

Jingjing, come here quickly. Wearing a raincoat, my mother said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it was raining harder and harder, and my mother's hair, face and body were soaked by the rain. I looked at my mother like chicken soup and looked at her pale face. I couldn't help crying. ...

When the boy grows up, hardworking mothers often go to the rural river ditch on the outskirts of the county to catch fish to supplement calcium for their children. The fish is delicious and the fish soup is fresh. While the children were eating fish, their mother was eating fish bones and licking the meat stains on them with her tongue. Feeling distressed, the boy put the fish in his bowl in his mother's bowl and invited his mother to eat fish. Mom didn't eat it. Mom put the fish back in the boy's bowl with chopsticks. Mom said, son, eat quickly, I don't like fish!

I sat on my desk, leafing through an old book aimlessly. When I turned a page, 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 very touching. When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is very touching. It is touching to get a word of comfort when you are depressed. 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.

friends. Let's make room in our hearts to find the little things that I didn't care about, and maybe we can find some touching details that we didn't notice.