This moved me to write 600 to 800 words.

1. On the beach where the tide receded, countless small fish struggled on the beach, and a little boy threw them into the sea one by one intently. At this time, someone asked him, "Who cares if so many fish are like this?" "

Xiaoyu cares, this, this ... and this! "The little boy kept throwing, and the fish outlined a perfect arc in the air. It turns out that this is touching. ...

This summer, I had hoped to wrap myself in a cold but solid shell during the lazy and idle time, to end the remaining helpless time in a hurry and escape from this unpopular and moving era, but it was that unexpected freezing that saved me from the box of life.

The dawn of late spring, like being diluted, soaked my body bit by bit. ...

The eyes gradually became clear, which should be reflected in an old man's rickety body, followed by her daughter's melancholy smile. ...

Step by step, my feet are moving, my heart is twitching, my daughter's tears are spinning in her eyes, and she is repaying her mother's love …

The daughter raised her head and looked at the long road extending in the distance, showing off her stiff mouth and looking at her old mother. She continued to walk happily and contentedly. I should feel firm and light.

I took a deep breath, hid the tears that were about to gush out, rode by by, and prayed with the most sincere and clean heart: I wish you happiness-the embodiment of moving. ...

At this moment, walking on the bones and muscles of the earth, I finally felt the real existence. . . The closeness of heaven and earth, the kiss of clouds and wind, the love between angels and dolphins. ...

We are touched, and our touch is a dexterous right hand; We learn to be moved, and the process of learning to be moved is the left hand of reason. When the left hand and the right hand meet and blend properly, life is really activated.

In ordinary life, there will always be people who are moved or moved.

When I think of romain rolland, I think of that sentence-the world is colorful because of life, and life is spiritual because of emotion. Learn to be moved, and life becomes great because of the nobility of the soul!

Touch yourself and others, and the world will love more and hate less. ...

The birds have returned to their nests. In the afterglow of the sunset, our family ate dinner early and gathered in the living room to watch TV! Maybe I was too full and rolled around uncomfortably, so I went to bed early.

Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, I can't sleep, except for my stomach trouble. Suddenly, my stomach twitched violently ... I felt sick and threw up everything I ate tonight on the sheets. It's so uncomfortable ...

I leaned back on the bed feebly, my stomach was still twitching, and the khaki vomit smelled bad. I tried not to throw up. While groaning in pain, my parents heard voices and ran in. They saw my pale and haggard face lying in bed, distressed and impatient. At this time, the two of them began to get busy. ...

My father stood on tiptoe to find medicine for me, and my mother quickly cleaned up my dirty sheets. I can't live up to expectations. I just got cleaned up by my mother and threw up all over the floor, almost throwing up my stomach. Dad saw me throw up so badly that he took me directly to the hospital downstairs.

I was pale and lying in a hospital bed with a needle in my hand. Watching salt water slowly soak my blood vessels, I fell asleep again. . . .

When I opened my sleepy eyes, the ward looked very bright under the light. I looked up and the salt water was still dripping silently. Look at the clock on the wall, ah! It's past five in the morning and I've slept for more than four hours. I tried to move my foot, but something seemed to be pressing me. I propped up and sat up. It turned out that my mother fell asleep at my feet. My eyes were wet. My mother must have been taking care of me during the hours I slept, so I fell down with fatigue. At this time, my mother was awakened by me, and the first sentence she said was: "Wake up? Still uncomfortable? Hungry? Is it better? " A series of inquiries, including my mother's worries and anxieties, made me feel that my mother had aged a lot at once, and this expression was deeply imprinted in my heart. ...

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At sunrise, I came home from the hospital. It's already past seven in the morning. I vomited food all night. I'm so hungry. As soon as I entered the room, I smelled the delicious red jujube porridge. Dad was busy in the kitchen, watching me come back and asking mom the same thing. "How, better?" I nodded happily.

From then on, I really learned to be moved and grateful: moved by everyone's sincere smile, every encouragement, everyone who loves me and the people I love. In the vast sea of people, I always find a lot of warmth, keep it in my heart, and then write it silently on the title page of my diary: there is a small but deep feeling, that is, touching, and there is a very light but lasting power, that is, gratitude. I realized what touching is, and I also know how to be grateful, repay my parents and society in the future.