Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love. That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Bobo, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. 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 the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain 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 the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me. "Bobo, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at the "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again ... an umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always moved me, taught me to be a good person and study hard ... There are many things that moved me in my memory, but what moved me most was one thing that happened this summer vacation. Our family decided to go to Hainan this summer vacation. When we arrived in Hainan, we put down our luggage. I said to my father, "shall we go to the seaside?" Dad said cheerfully, "Good." We were walking on the way to the seaside, thinking whether I should play with sand or water. Finally, I decided to play with sand. When I arrived at the seaside, I saw the blue sky, blue sea and golden beach at a glance. I was playing when suddenly my foot was hurt. I turned my foot over and looked at it. No, a branch stuck in my foot. It burns when I touch it. I held back my pain and was about to start yelling at my father next to me, "But why don't you play?" I said, "A twig pricked my foot." I suddenly felt as if something was flowing from my feet. I looked down and it was not good. It's bleeding. I repeatedly shouted, "Dad, look at my feet bleeding." Dad quickly turned around and said, "No, there is no paper towel. What should I do? " I was anxious to cry when an aunt came up and said, "What's the matter with you, son?" I said, "A twig pricked my foot, but I didn't bring a tissue." Aunt kindly said: "Aunt, don't worry, there is medicine here. Can I help you dress the wound later? " But it hurts a little. I smiled and said to my aunt, "Nothing, I'm not afraid of pain. Let's get dressed! " "She first applied the medicine with a cotton swab and disinfected the wound. It made me grind my teeth, then applied ointment, and finally wrapped it with tape. After getting dressed, menstruation stood up to leave. Father quickly stood up and said, "Madam, how can I thank you for your help to my daughter?" He smiled and said, "this is what I should do, without lifting a finger!" "I have work to do. I'll go first. " Looking at my aunt's distant back, I sincerely thank her and wish her a safe life! Moved by life, I walked 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 life touched us, and how much vitality we had. 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. There is a glass in my heart, which contains large and small; Red and green things. That's my bittersweet recording chip. I randomly took a small piece from it and inserted it into the wave of memory-I was very playful when I was a child. 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 whether I was shocked by falling into the water or 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 was still unmoved-when I was in middle school, I had no choice but to say goodbye to naughty children in the face of the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden. 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 studying, or maybe I'm busy squeezing time. Facing the teacher's slightly tired face, I am still unmoved. The mid-term exam is coming soon. In order to get on the single-plank 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 blowing in the breeze, my eyes-the wheel of memory stopped turning, my thoughts were pulled back to reality, and my face felt a little cold and salty. 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: "We passed by, 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 touch 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; In ordinary days, receiving a small blessing, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, is also touching ... People, how many ordinary things are touched 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. "The world of mortals sentient beings, sentient beings on earth. 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! Happiness is touched by a feeling called happiness, and a kind of happiness is called touching. 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 light, and my parents sat under the light, silently accompanying me late at night-I can't remember how many little things were full of my parents' love and how many parents cared like sunshine-suddenly, I felt that the light was full of love, and my face was unconsciously wet in the snowflake flying. 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 smile-I didn't expect them to face their parents, and I was speechless. In that snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-I remember a poet saying, "How can I thank you?" When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring; How can I thank you? 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, but 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! 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: "We passed by, 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 touch 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; In ordinary days, receiving a small blessing, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, is also touching ... People, how many ordinary things are touched 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. "The world of mortals sentient beings, sentient beings on earth. 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. That look touched me. As the sun sets, the west wind is getting tighter. Leaves fall, and autumn comes with tired leaves. Autumn has come, and people are worried and thin with it. Missing shook off the leaves on the branches. Hang my thoughts all over the branches, miss the falling leaves in autumn, and miss the eyes waiting for my children to return and reunite under the fallen leaves. The leaves are still falling, which looks like a group of tired butterflies from a distance. There is a lonely figure under the fallen leaves, that is the mother, a mother who is watching her children waiting to go home from a distance. Her eyes looked straight at the distant road, and her eyes were so firm. I firmly believe that there must be my children ahead. A firm heart, a pair of eager eyes, those eyes touched me so much. I sigh that the development of the times has faded away from human affection; I sighed, a heart full of hope and a pair of eyes full of expectation didn't see the figure of expectation. I began to sigh that our mobile phones are becoming more and more convenient, but greetings are not increasing; Sigh that we have faster and faster means of transportation, but rarely go home to see our mother's lonely figure and moving eyes under the fallen leaves; Sigh that we can send a satellite to the moon without sending our hearts home. The times are developing, technology is progressing, and the distance between people and home is getting bigger and bigger. Go home and give joy to the mother who is waiting for her children to return under the fallen leaves; Go home and give a pair of expectant eyes a glimmer of hope; Go home and comfort the lonely soul. Home is like a tree, and a wanderer far away from home is just a fallen leaf. A tree has only one starting point and one ending point. I went home and hung my home with branches that turned green because of growth. How touching is the mother's expectant eyes, how much she hopes to have children's greetings, and how much she hopes that children can hold her hand through the vicissitudes of life and walk the last journey of life, just like when she was a child. Think about whether the kitchen smoke shaking because of the wanderer's return is seen by the wanderer far away, and whether it makes them remember the way home. Don't let that touching look cut off the wandering road. Time can't stretch out a hand to catch the past clouds for you. Cherish the present time and go back to see the moving eyes under the fallen leaves! Leaves, still falling, look from a distance, like a tired butterfly, quietly gather the beauty of life. Just for that oath, a greeting, or just that touching look. Ding Lingling ... "As the bell rang, the teacher announced that our class was over. And told us: "The snowstorm is coming soon. You should go home quickly. You can't stay on the side of the road to play. Be sure to pay attention to safety! " "My classmates and I immediately packed our schoolbags and ran out of the classroom. When I came to the side of the road, I saw the dark clouds rolling in the sky, people coming and going on the road, all in a hurry to go home, and I also accelerated my pace. When I came to a crossroads, suddenly, an uncle riding a bicycle knocked a little girl to the ground. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he rode away at once. I saw that little girl's feet were skinned and blood was oozing out. The little girl was frightened and began to cry at once. Pedestrians on the road also ignored her. I felt sorry for her, so I hurried over and wiped her blood with the paper towel my mother put in her schoolbag. She cried and cried, "It hurts! It hurts! Very painful ...! " I said, "Hold on, I'll take you home when you're clean. Where do you live? " "In Century Square," she sobbed, "what a coincidence! I live there too. "After cleaning, I helped her limp home. Finally, I came to her door. She told me that I had arrived. I help knock on the door. The little girl's mother welcomed us in and asked why. She quickly thanked me and gave me candy and cookies. I was embarrassed and hurried home. Walking on the way home, although the sky is gloomy, I still feel very happy. Because I did a meaningful thing today, and I also understand that helping others can make me happy! I hope everyone can give a little love, and don't be irresponsible for your actions like that uncle!