There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness. It snowed a lot that winter. The night before New Year's Eve, I squatted by the window watching the snow. The light is full of flying snowflakes, as if I can't restrain my 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 gleaming silver hairs in my parents' hair, shining in this winter night painting. I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, let my intelligence and enthusiasm penetrate into my whole body, 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 lamp, and my parents just sat under the lamp and accompanied me silently 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. The next day, I will surprise my parents. The next day, at first light, I got up quietly. It snowed like goose feather all night, making the earth bright, even the sunshine outside the window was so dazzling. I quickly pushed the door open, and I froze. A snow doll stood in front of my house with a playful expression, wearing a big red hat on her head and waving "big hands". Two people came out from behind the snow doll. So it's mom and dad. They looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly soured and tears could not help flowing down. I want to give my parents a-I don't expect them to ... face their parents' smiles, and I am speechless. In that snow, I held my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long time-I remember a poet saying: I want to harvest a spring breeze. How can I thank you? How can I thank you? When I walked towards you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but it gave me the whole spring. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a bunch of spray, but I was given the whole spring. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold up a spray, but you gave me the whole ocean. 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 can't return it. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called moving. Thank you, mom and dad. Snowy day, snowy day, there is a story. When winter comes, snowflakes fly like goose feathers. In the morning, I walked in the street doing nothing, and I felt very cold. The day before yesterday, the city ordered all kinds of advertisements and leaflets. Stick it in any corner and clean it up. To this end, the city's cleaners have been dispatched to start a comprehensive cleaning of this beautiful city. I looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky. Watching a bunch of cleaners busy, I accidentally found some leaflets and other papers on the smooth wall opposite, and an old woman cleaner was tearing them carefully. Those papers seem difficult to tear. The cleaning lady brushes them with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tears them with her hands. I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of cold, and there is a fire in her heart. She cleaned several sheets of paper in succession. She walked to another sheet. However, I saw her right hand raised, but it stopped in the air, as if frozen. I saw her leaning closer to the wall. Then I saw her shake her head slightly. What's the matter? What happened? I'm surprised. I saw her concentrate on it for a while, and then slowly left the paper without cleaning it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city rules? A series of questions came to my mind. Well, I think I'll go and have a look. I was just about to start when I saw another thin woman cleaner coming to the newspaper office. Her behavior is exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: raising her right hand and freezing in the air; Shake your head slightly; Keep your eyes on it for a while, and then slowly leave. I am even more confused and determined to see it. After crossing the road, I came to the front of that wall. What caught my attention was the search for you. It says: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old ... all doubts have been dispelled, and I finally understand everything. Snowflakes are still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer feel cold ... 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 small river near the school. The water is especially clear and green. In summer, there are many fish and shrimps in the river, especially big lobsters, floating slightly on the water. There are two or three on the beach. Seeing the appearance and joy of my friends, I felt itchy and joined the shrimp team. Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on it and fell into the river. I was flopping about in the water, shouting-just as a teacher passed by, he hurried down the beach and rushed into the water without taking off his clothes. 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 plan", and the appearance of my classmates with relish made me almost. The head teacher always shares half of the rice in her box with me. 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, faced with the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden, I had no choice but to "bye bye" to fun. Immersed in the sea of questions, teachers are also very nervous, often with one front leg in and one rear leg out. I have a strong nature. In order to make my grades not too embarrassing, I am really tired of learning, tired of learning, tired of learning. Whenever I have time, I ask my teacher. Sometimes I even have to catch them while eating. Teachers often put down their work at once and patiently give me answers while sweating on their foreheads. Perhaps I was busy squeezing time, but I was still not moved by the teacher's slightly tired face-the senior high school entrance examination was coming soon, so I squeezed harder on the heavy wooden bridge and forgot to eat or sleep at all. 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. 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!

Instantly moved

Occasionally I looked up from the sea of books and saw clusters of bauhinia outside the window, burning enthusiastically. Those flowers were painted with my shallow and warm color. Suddenly, my heart, inexplicable surges filar silk moved.

In a trance, the wind brought me to the fork in my childhood. In kindergarten, under an old tree full of bauhinia, I was so lonely when I was a child. I watched my classmates playing from a distance, but I hid under the tree and played with my skirt sadly.

There is a bauhinia falling gently, gently across a beautiful arc, as if to meet someone. "How beautiful!" There was an exclamation of admiration behind me, and I turned around and said, "Teacher!"

She smiled, gently walked over and squatted down: "Xin' er, why are you unhappy when you see such beautiful flowers?" There is a bright smile on her white face. Eyes as deep as a pool of water are bright, vaguely reflecting bauhinia, gorgeous and warm.

I lowered my head, fingered uneasily with my skirts, and finally said, "I don't know." She ignored my perfunctory, still smiled gently: "Well, I'll give you a gift to make you happy." After that, she blinked and magically "transformed" a bag of bauhinia full of faint fragrance!

Flowers dripping with water are fragrant and crystal clear, but full of warm sunshine.

As bright as her eyes and as warm as her smile.

In an instant, my heart trembled slightly and my voice was extremely delicate and loud, from far to near. Dry eyes began to slightly wet, in the face of such a beautiful gift, childish grievances and loneliness have long since vanished.

"Ha!" I pulled out a big smile on my face, reflecting bauhinia, without sadness. She also smiled and smiled gently: "Xiner, yes, smile happily." Under the quaint and slightly wild blue sky, we are holding brilliant bauhinia, smiling and moving.

Many years later, I realized that the moment of micro-possession was moving. It blooms like bauhinia, which warms my indifferent childhood memories.

Someone pushed me from behind: "What are you thinking?"

I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes: "Nothing." That touch of purple is reflected in my eyes.

Just like a person, gently say "that kind of touch is instantaneous."

Fan wener

That brand-new 100 is fast.

Who can forget that natural disaster? The earth is heartless and affectionate, and I can't forget the touch people have brought me.

This is a noon full of sadness and sacrifice, and the light of human nature shines. Disaster came, and the earth split like a long scar. Afterwards, I learned about this dilapidated place on TV. These scenes are worrying and even more worrying. I can't get in. I observed a moment of silence in front of the TV, prayed for them, and then donated money.

There is a donation box on the street when you go out. In the busy street, this donation box filled with a few cents and a few dollars seems out of place. Sighed, put some money in the donation box and went home.

On my way to school the next day, I passed the donation box again. A touch of red in the box stopped me. A closer look reveals a brand-new 100 yuan lying on it. There is a warm current in my heart, and I can't help but imagine who this kind-hearted person is. I thought: which rich man is so kind? The mysterious donor was soon discovered, but he was not a rich man.

Someone saw and filmed the scene of donating money and posted it on the bulletin board in the street. The orange figure is Aunt Wang, dressed as a sanitation worker. She had a brand-new one hundred dollars in her hand and put it in the donation box. Dirty gloves and neat hundred pieces seem out of place, but the bright smile on Aunt Wang's face can only make people feel his dedication and the love carried by the hundred pieces. There is a line under the photo: Let love and emotion flow between you and me.

Seeing the hundred dollars in the donation box warmed my heart, and I was infected by this kind of person. When I saw the photos in the bulletin board, my heart was pounding and I was moved by the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature and the heart of helping others.

At this moment, this brand-new 100 yuan is worth remembering and cherishing in my heart. I believe that even in cold days, as long as I think of that orange figure and the pink that shines in the morning, my heart will feel warm and warm from the heart.

Later, the street commended Aunt Wang, and Aunt Wang donated all the money awarded to her.

She doesn't want to be praised for donating money, she just wants to express her mind. What she didn't expect was that her brand-new 100 yuan made many pedestrians like me feel a warm current in their hearts, and they were passing on this love. We cherish this brand-new one hundred pieces in our hearts, and we cherish the instant touch.

Fan Wensan

I can't forget your firm nod.

Without your firm nod, nothing can support me to go on confidently.

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I thought I hid my hesitation in laughter, and no one knew;

I thought I buried my loss in disdain, and no one knew.

And your nod will make my cold heart warm.

Do you still remember, before that competition, I stood silently, and the hope brought by successive years of victory was pinned on me. I'm afraid to tell anyone I'm afraid. Even, my body has been trembling with fear, and my mouth says it is a muscle reaction. You really read my mind. You wanted to come here, but you stopped in the distance.

It's time to start. I came to the starting line with heavy steps. When I fled, my wandering eyes met you and you were laughing. You smile heavily in the sun, and the angle of your mouth is just right, without any awkwardness and affectation. You nodded heavily at me, as if announcing your language to me. There is a light of trust in his eyes. Not many words, it should be said that there is no language, but everything has been conveyed to me long ago. Just for a second!

Some people remember that I need sincere greetings and care, some people remember that I need a "refueling" that can't stop the wind from time to time, and some people know that I need trust instead of repeatedly asking me if I am sure. A rare moment!

An inexplicable warm current welled up in my heart and melted my frozen heart. Gradually spread through the blood to every corner of the body. Something called "moving" makes every cell of mine full of vitality again. Facing the goal, I regained my confidence: running fast, jumping high, using my hands and feet and landing. You drive me to draw my own arc. I made it!

Through the crowd, I found you and stood in front of you. You seem to be satisfied with the realization of your language, and your mouth is rising, a little higher than the angle just now.

I said, "I made it!"

You gave me a bad smile and then nodded to me, twice. I clearly remember the hair tips blown by the wind. Not as firm and powerful as competitors, but it is a different kind of gentleness and affirmation.

Maybe there is no better reward than nodding your head!

I also know that whenever I think of your firm nod when I am helpless, an inexplicable warm current will surge in my heart and then support me to go on bravely!

Fan Siwen

A moment that touched me.

Maybe everyone has experienced something that moved them, maybe from relatives, maybe from friends, maybe from classmates or teachers. I have also experienced things that moved me, but perhaps slightly different from others, what moved me was a strange mother and son.

My family went to the hotel for dinner that day, and there was a mother and son sitting next to them. So my mother was white-haired and quite weak. She sat motionless in her wheelchair, as if she could not take care of herself. Her son sat next to her, about thirty or forty years old, dressed in a suit and tie, like a successful man.

I thought this middle-aged man in a suit and neat clothes should not be a dutiful son, but in a short time, I found myself wet all over.

Middle-aged people with recipes in their hands gently asked the old people next to them what they liked to eat. Whenever the old man said something bad for her health, the middle-aged man explained to the white-haired mother in detail: "This dish can't be eaten, it will have an impact on the old man's health." When the food gradually comes to the table, the son always feeds the food to his old mother who can't move in a wheelchair, and then eats it himself. Middle-aged people kept asking softly, "Is it delicious? Eat more when it's delicious. " The old man ate slowly, and the expression on his face was serene and satisfied. The middle-aged man was chatting with his mother while nursing. "When I was a child, you also bite to feed me. I still remember it clearly! Now that you are old, I will take care of you as you took care of me when you were a child. " Although the old man couldn't move on his own in a wheelchair, I saw a happy smile on her face.

That moment was so warm and full of true love. I was deeply moved by this middle-aged man. When we were young, our parents taught us to walk, feed us and teach us to live. They made a lot of efforts. Moreover, when parents are old, we should help them walk and take care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation. When they can't take care of themselves, we should support our parents and take good care of our elders like this middle-aged man.

"But how much love does an inch of grass have, and you got three spring rays?" We can never repay our parents' kindness to us, but we should always have a filial piety to our parents and make them feel happy and satisfied because of our existence. Once, they held our hands step by step. Now that they are old, we should also hold their hands that leave traces of time and walk towards the beautiful scenery of dusk.

Fan Wuwen

In an instant, my whole life.

There are many touching stories in the ocean of life. These touching stories are like pebbles, each of which can stir up a thousand waves in an instant and make you unforgettable.

How pleasant it is to sit under the air conditioner and drink ice water on a hot summer day! Just finished shopping with my classmates, crossing my legs and enjoying it! Next to me is a big glass, which can see everything in the street.

My eyes are aimlessly looking for something new. Suddenly, my classmate exclaimed in surprise, "Hello! Look! That crazy bitch appeared again yesterday. " I looked intently, it was her!

I know her well, but she is a stranger. Every time I pass this road, I always see her. The whole body is dirty, and my hair has not been washed for many years, and it is a mess. The clothes are in rags, and the lower body is like nothing. When you see people around you covering their noses to avoid her, you will know how bad her smell is.

Seeing her skipping along this section of the road, I couldn't help feeling bored. I scolded in a low voice: I'm so embarrassed. I don't know if it will affect the city appearance. "I am disgusted with her: why don't you go to work with hands and feet? Hanging around here all day.

Suddenly, my classmate gave me a push: "Look! Someone feels the same way with you! I brought her clothes! " I took a look and couldn't help feeling sorry: alas! What a waste to give her such a nice dress! I am mourning for that dress, and the students next to me are excited again! "Ah! What do you think she is doing? "

I watched curiously, and my heart thumped. She, she actually gave that dress to a child begging on the roadside!

The sun shone on her smiling but dark face, and my heart suddenly warmed up. Maybe the child was so scared that he forgot to take his clothes for a while. She suddenly thrust the clothes into the child's arms and jumped away.

At this moment, I looked at her and no longer felt that she had a circle of aperture, even her smiling face was so cute. At that moment, the softest place in my heart was touched by something, and the hot air smelled sour.

I can't forget the tenderness in her eyes; I can't forget her lovely smile at that time; I can't forget the touch and shock she brought me at that time.

I will remember all my life: the greatest person does not give away expensive things to others, but gives away what he has.

She, that thing, that moment, I will never forget!