A 600-word essay about touching things 1

I like to stand quietly alone, quietly experience the tranquility of life, and gently push aside The door to the soul, dialogue with the voice in your heart. Watching the rays of light chasing and lighting up the entire starry sky, the warmth in life reflected my whole thoughts like clouds.

The journey of life vaguely flashes a corner of life, like a cloud in the sky, floating endlessly, never knowing the direction. It's like flowers in the field, blooming one after another, touching people deep in the soul. Joy, excitement, loss, melancholy, no matter what, every journey in life is only once and will never be repeated. Only let the years listen to everything that happens here

In ordinary life, in busy days, facing a blue sky that is so clear and pure that it makes people feel distressed; The tough and upright rocks that are scarred by the impact but never speak; the melancholy flute that floats in the wind at dusk and sunset, and even the colorful and emotional words on the Internet message board. There are so many things that affect us. Nerves that are no longer sensitive, there are many subtle details that we don't care about, which will make our hearts beat in an instant.

The dim street lights lengthen the shadows of a trance, and the people coming and going are chasing the trivialities of life. The setting sun going west casts its last afterglow. The time of life passes quietly in the momentary tranquility. Will we pay attention to its momentary beauty, and what is the touch in life?

Life needs to be touched, and I never hide that sometimes from the depths of my heart The overflowing tears, the life and world seen through the tears, are the flowers of true love and hope blooming in the wet. Love is the source of emotion, tears are the flow of true feelings, life becomes delicate because of emotion, and the mind becomes flexible and generous because of emotion. The vast world is a journey of hardship. In this hurried life, who doesn’t have a helpless predicament, who doesn’t have heart-wrenching pain? The fire and softness in the chest are moved and clearly discovered that there are still many places in the world that the sun cannot shine; we will be more Really feel the hope that is always struggling in the pain and suffering.

A 600-word essay about touching things Part 2

Yesterday, my mother went on a business trip to Chengdu to study, and my father and I were the only two people left at home. Unfortunately, my father was sick and lying in bed. I reached out and touched his head. It was very hot. He must have a fever. Looking at my father lying on the bed without eating, I wanted to do something for him as much as I could.

When my father was resting, I obediently wrote my homework quickly and well, and then stayed with him all the time. When Dad feels uncomfortable, I will take his temperature and pour him some water. Dad is particularly afraid of heat, but he was sick and I couldn't let him use the air conditioner, so he kept sweating. When he took off one, I tried to wash it with him. But, if I wash clothes for the first time, will there be any problems? This is a huge challenge for me. So, I followed my mother's example, first poured some laundry detergent into the basin, then put some water, soaked the clothes in the water, and rubbed them little by little with my hands. After a while, I saw that the water in the basin became dirty. , took out the clothes and looked at them, "Yeah! They are still very clean after washing!" I praised myself profusely. In this way, I washed it back and forth three times. Surprisingly, I washed it better every time.

But by noon, my father and I were both hungry. what to do? I can't let my father cook for me! So, I then challenged myself to give my dad a bowl of noodles. I first turned on the fire on the stove and put some water in the pot. After the water boiled, I put the noodles in, turned down the fire, and continued to cook. When the water boiled, I quickly put the noodles in. A little sesame oil, diced carrots, light soy sauce, pepper and salt. But when I put the tomatoes in, my hands were accidentally burned. I was afraid that my father would be anxious, so I held back from screaming. Finally, a bowl of fragrant noodles was ready, and my father and I tasted my first cooking skills together. My father said that I had grown up, and he was touched by my strength and ability.

After eating the food I cooked and wearing the clothes I washed for him, my father’s health miraculously improved. I did something that moved my father. I am my father's good son. I thought, even if my mother comes back in a few days, even if my father is not sick, I will be a sensible child and take good care of them and care for them.

A 600-word essay about touching things Part 3

Many times, we are indifferent to our feelings and thus forget to be moved.

This world is not without emotion. The excited little fish swimming around in the fish tank is a touch. The last petal falling in the garden is a touch. The white clouds in the blue sky are constantly changing. kind of touching. I don’t know when I became so sentimental.

To be moved is to not hide one's joys and sorrows, and to repay the mood with happy laughter and sad tears! The environment is created by the heart, a flower can create a world, a grain of sand can create a paradise!

Because I am moved, I feel everything is cute! Because I was moved, I realized the true value of life and learned to pay attention to everyone around me.

When you say goodbye to a friend, walk slowly and pay attention to your safety. You will feel very excited and moved.

I am such a person. I have been dreaming about this since I was a child. I hope that I can have the happiest life. As I grow older, I understand that true happiness is to bring joy and emotion to others. Pay attention to other people's thoughts, expressions, and psychology. Learn to thank those who help you, learn to say sorry to those who have hindered you, and learn to ask those around you if they are cold or hungry with the simplest and most natural behavior. Even an appreciative look, even a gentle handshake of encouragement, or the most concise and true words will move people!

When I was chatting with a teacher, she said to me:

Do you remember that day at the school gate? Suddenly it rained heavily. You called me from behind and wanted to hold an umbrella for me. I was extremely moved at that moment. Years from now, it will be my permanent memory.

I didn’t expect that such an instinctive move would become the teacher’s permanent memory. Maybe life is really too ordinary.

I received a message from my teacher: It is my greatest wish that you can be happy and grow up healthily. I always want to see your happy smiling face! I cried at that moment because I felt like someone was paying attention to me.

Sometimes I am moved by music. People who are 15 or 6 years old rarely like Faye Wong. With a look of indifference and arrogance, he applied gloomy eye shadow to himself. Her songs are always exquisite, making me listen to them over and over again, and I am moved over and over again.

Her voice was very simple and careful, as if she was telling something or interpreting something.

I fell in love with her songs so easily, and I have been deeply moved for a long time.

She is a woman who sings with her soul. So she must be lonelier than ordinary people, and she is cold and arrogant, so she knows how to love better than ordinary people. Lonely souls are filled with music. Lonely music is filled with love. Lonely love is filled with time. Fill the lonely time with emotion.

There are many things that I can never finish writing, just like being moved. Under the sunshine of love, moistened by the touching rain and dew.

Lost in the light, addicted to darkness, living in the heart of the world but flying to heaven, knowing that I am very young.

I am eager to grow up but I am still in the misty forest of life.

Looking for the clear sky when I was young.

A 600-word essay about touching things Part 4

Everyone has touching things, and I was once touched by a small act of my good sister.

That day, my deskmate Fang Shilei bought a new pen. It had a pink shell, a white pen sleeve, and a little rabbit on the cap. It was really the most beautiful pen I had ever seen. Seeing such a beautiful pen, I immediately said to her: "Where did you buy this pen? How much did it cost?" She immediately replied: "I bought it from Xinghua Bookstore. It costs six yuan. If you want to buy it, It's best to go early as there are only a few of these pens left.

"I told my good sister Leilei about this, and I thought: Her vision is not much different from mine, and she must like it too. Sure enough, she liked it very much, and she and I decided to buy it that afternoon.

As soon as I arrived at Xinghua Bookstore, I started looking around. At this time, the salesperson came over and said, "Kid, what are you looking for? Leilei and I replied at the same time: "Look for a pen!" The waiter took out a pen from a corner and asked, "Is it this pen?" ""right! right! This is the pen! "We answered in unison. I said: "I want one. Leilei also shouted excitedly: "I want one too!" "The waiter said again: "I'm sorry! Children, there is only one pen left. "I immediately said after hearing this: "This pen must have been sold to me. Without me, you must not have known that there was such a pen. "I took the money immediately after saying that, but found that the money was missing. When Leilei saw it, she took out the money and bought the pen. I thought to myself: "She must want to burn down the bridge. "I didn't expect that after she bought it, she actually gave the pen to me.

At this time, I was very touched. Although we are usually good sisters, after what I said before, Lei Lei Lei can treat me like this, and I feel so petty in comparison.

Although this incident is small, it makes me understand how to treat friendship. I will always treat you as a good sister!

A 600-word essay about touching things 5 ??

Whenever you are quiet, whenever you have free time, I think of those unforgettable scenes, and an inexplicable emotion comes to my heart, that is, moved.

It was the summer vacation the year before last, when I first came to my hometown, a place full of rural flavor in Jiangdu, Jiangsu. Small village. Large areas of rice fields are filled with green rice seedlings. In the empty fields, only a few farmers can be seen walking on the ridges and watching the rice seedlings grow. The rice seedlings show a knowing smile. No matter where you are from, they will treat you with local specialties and chat with you in their native dialect, and the hearty laughter of your hometown echoes in your ears. It's so hot in the summer that even the birds are too lazy to fly, but I still see a group of children "hide and seek" in the shade of the trees.

The car is still driving slowly, and the fragrance of earth is still coming from the window. At that time, a rooster really waddled on the road, feeling comfortable and proud, but its "demeanor" affected the driving of the car, perhaps because it was always intoxicated with the joy of walking. I didn't notice it. The car was getting closer little by little.

I thought the car would honk to show its strength, but unexpectedly the driver suddenly turned the steering wheel and walked carefully around the rooster without any impact. The "mood" of the rooster. The kind-hearted old lady who was doing needlework smiled at the driver and said hello, like a family member.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but think of the stray dogs and cats in the city. Most of them were once the "babys" of their owners, but now they are reduced to this situation: no one cares about them, and passers-by get angry when they see them. Stay away from them, and even bully them. Their eyes are full of murderous intent, and they have to fight with their own kind in order to survive.

At this moment, I was deeply moved by the uncle from my hometown. The old lady was moved. She loved animals and couldn't bear to disturb them and break the unique tranquility of the countryside. She treated other people's kindness with a sincere smile. Isn't this kind of warmth needed in today's society? A love and a sincere smile to others.

Let us work together to make the society more touching!

Composition on touching things 600. Chapter 6

Although I am not very interested in TV programs, I watch them when I have time, and read books when I am not interested. But "Moving China" is a must-see for me in January this year. After the 20th, before it was broadcast, I asked my son: "When will 'Moving China' be broadcast?" The son said, "I don't know. In fact, touching things are all around us. You don't have to wait for CCTV to 'touch' you. Let me tell you a touching thing."

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My son works in a four-star hotel. He has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child. It is rare to hear that he has been touched by anything. Now he also has a "touched" story?

They often find that whenever Aunt Pa (the cleaner) has chicken drumsticks to eat, she packs the drumsticks in food bags and puts them aside. She only eats vegetables and soup (the soup is optional), and listens afterwards Colleagues said that Auntie Pa’s child is in college and her husband works in other provinces. Sometimes he works for a year and can only get back half a year’s wages. There is also a nearly 80-year-old mother-in-law at home who she has to support. They rarely buy meat. Whenever there is meat in the hotel, this pa aunt puts it in a food bag and takes it home to her mother-in-law. An employee advised her: "How can you not eat any meat?" "Auntie Pa said: "I eat it too, but I have to eat it in front of my mother-in-law when I get home, otherwise she will say that I didn't eat it in the hotel, and she won't eat it either. "This "touching" story told by my son made my wife's eyes red. She immediately turned around and went to the kitchen, and I felt sad in my heart.

"Why is it that in this world there are always poor people and good people? , who is poor and who is filial? "I made a few words with emotion. My son said unconvinced: "Actually, our family is not poor and I am filial. If I bring you the chicken drumsticks from the hotel, will you eat them? It seems that when people eat too well, they are no longer "moved"? ”

Maybe, I keep reminding myself every day to eat less meat, less oil, more light food, more fresh food, if my son hadn’t told me that Auntie Pa was “touched” If Auntie Pa were eating at the same table as me, I would definitely think that Auntie Pa was losing weight.

Why do we only know about touching things when they are marketed to us as "touching"? Is it touching, but I can't see the touching things around me? I am touched that my son can discover "touching" on his own, and I am touched that I am still "touched".

Composition on touching things 600. Chapter 7

When I was a child, I liked Santa Claus very much. Every Christmas night, I would write the name of my favorite toy on a piece of paper, then put it in the Christmas stocking, and wait until the next day. The bowl was filled with candies every morning, and my favorite toys were placed under the Christmas tree. I was very happy once my friends and I were discussing the gifts Santa Claus gave us. , one of the friends asked: “Have you ever seen Santa Claus. "We all said in unison: "No. "So we agreed not to sleep the next Christmas night, waiting for Santa Claus, so that every night I fantasized about Santa Claus coming to my room riding an elk, and I couldn't calm down the joy and anticipation in my heart for a long time.

Time came to Christmas in a blink of an eye, and I remembered that promise. At this time, I put the Christmas tree and Christmas stockings in place. It was still early, so I watched TV with my parents. My parents were going out for a while, so I had to watch TV by myself. One minute, two minutes, half an hour, one hour... Finally at eleven o'clock, I went to bed and quietly waited for Santa Claus to come, but I was tied up with fatigue. I, I don’t think I can sleep. You haven’t seen Santa Claus yet, so you can’t sleep.

The door opened with a click, and two familiar figures quietly came and appeared in front of me. In the room. I squinted my eyes and pretended to sleep. Then I saw that it was not the Santa Claus I longed for, but my father putting the gifts he bought under the Christmas tree, and my mother carefully putting the candies in the Christmas stockings. The power of love tightly surrounded me, and everything in the world showed warmth all the time, and it was because of warmth that the world became beautiful.

It was also at that time that I revealed the true face of Santa Claus. I understand the good intentions of my parents. They braved the cold wind at night to choose gifts for me in the mall. Although the cold wind was blowing outside, I was warmed by this deep love. I will keep this endless love forever. The love of words, my parents, the most beautiful Santa Claus in the world

600-word essay about touching things 8

Touching is far away, but close at hand. It creates love for the world and makes the world full of true feelings.

It is said that humans and animals should get along well, but how many people really do this? In life, people are using them everywhere to add new ideas to their lives. It seems that when people eat their meat, they think they are noble, and when they use their skins to make warm clothes, they think they are rich. Does this count as getting along well?

My sister took a series of actions for this purpose. She is a hot dog fanatic. Whenever she sees some cute puppies, she can’t help but go up and play with them. But I don’t like it very much, probably because I was bitten by a dog before! There are so many dogs in the countryside, you can see them within a few steps. The holidays were indeed boring and I couldn’t stay at home, so my sister and I wandered around the village. Along the way, we did meet many dogs, but their personalities were very different. Some dogs act as if they are guilty of thieves when they see people, some dogs rush up to people as if they want to fight, and some dogs can be used as special forces. They take a few steps forward and pounce on people when they are not paying attention. Among these dogs, only one is unique. Its fur is black and white. Although the white parts are a little dirty, it looks even more cute. It lies on the ground and does not move. It must be hungry, so the old lady He took out a few beef candies from his pocket and threw them at it. This dog is very strange. Instead of jumping on it immediately to eat, it is very frightened. It advances and retreats. It finally touched the candies but then moved them back. After its tongue tasted the taste, it devoured them in one gulp. It no longer felt strange to us. It wagged its tail to show us goodwill, as if it had something to say. For a moment, my heart was deeply shaken, and I seemed to be moved. Then I suddenly realized that small animals also need love. Love is based on the relationship between the two and is also interconnected. My sister seemed to "love" it. , gave it a loving hug and took it home. It didn’t make any fuss along the way. Just be good. You may not believe it, but it is a fact. We call the dog at grandma’s house Milk.

To be moved is actually an evolution of people's psychology, just like the "marks of love" left by a hard stone thrown into the embrace of the sea.