350 words of touching story between my parents and me

① A touching story of 400 words that happened between parents

While traveling in Turkey, the bus passed by the place where the earthquake occurred in 1999. The tour guide told a touching and sad story. The story takes place the day after the earthquake...

After the earthquake, many houses collapsed, and rescue workers from various countries continued to search for possible survivors.

Two days later, they saw an incredible scene in the ruins - a mother, supporting the ground with her hands, carrying an unknown weight of stones on her back. As soon as she saw the rescuers, she cried desperately: "Hurry up and save my daughter. I have been holding on for two days and I can't hold on anymore..."

Her 7-year-old daughter, Just lying in the safe space supported by her hands.

The rescuers were shocked. They worked hard to move the surrounding rocks, hoping to rescue the mother and daughter as soon as possible. But there were so many rocks and they were so heavy that they could not reach them quickly.

Media reporters came here to take pictures. The rescuers were crying and digging, while the hard-working mother was holding on and waiting...

Looking at the pictures on TV and newspapers The pictures above make the Turks cry with sadness.

More people put down their work and joined in the rescue operations.

The rescue operation lasted from day to night. Finally, a tall rescuer reached the little girl and pulled her out, but... she had been out of breath for a long time.

The mother asked eagerly: "Is my daughter still alive?"

Thinking that her daughter was still alive was her only reason and hope for struggling for two days.

The rescuer finally couldn't stand it anymore and cried loudly: "Yes, she is still alive. We are going to send her to the hospital for emergency treatment now, and then we will send you there too!"

He knew that if the mother heard that her daughter was dead, she would lose her will to live and let go of the earth and rocks to crush her to death, so he lied to her.

The mother smiled tiredly, and then she was rescued and sent to the hospital. Her hands were stiff and unable to bend.

The next day, many newspapers in Turkey had a photo of her with her hands on the ground, with the title: "This is maternal love."

The tour guide said: "I am not easily emotional, but when I saw this report, I cried. I will tell this story every time I lead a group through here."

In fact, not only he cried, but we in the car also cried...

② The title of the 300-word essay is a touching thing that happened between my parents and me 12425215

When I was a child, my mother was a piece of candy in my eyes. I don’t know if it’s just me who’s too greedy, or it’s just kids. When I was a kid, I was a kid who loved sweets. Whether it’s hard candies, toffee candies, or chocolate candies, I’ll accept them all, even white sugar. My family was not very wealthy at that time, and my parents were very hard-working. But whenever I behave well, my mother will take out a candy for me from behind, and then pinch my little nose and say, "Hey, little glutton!" After I entered kindergarten, my mother was a storybook in my eyes. When I was 3 years old, my mother sent me to kindergarten. I also started to learn Chinese on my own, and also memorized a lot of poems! Mom is very happy. Every night, my mother would hold me and sit under the vines in the courtyard and tell stories. My mother’s voice was pleasant and the stories she told were wonderful. "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Tortoise and the Hare", "Seven Little White Rabbits", etc., all fascinated me. I often pulled my mother and shouted for her to tell stories. After I entered elementary school, my mother was an umbrella. Are you starting to understand gradually? Why don't you understand your mother's heart? When I was in second grade, my mother would take me to school with an umbrella whenever it rained. "Is mom's strength too weak?" I thought, otherwise, why would the umbrella always tilt toward me? I always ask my mother to hold the umbrella straight, and she always smiles. I still remember one time, my mother sent me to school. As I was walking on the road, it suddenly started to rain. The raindrops hit my body and face, and it hurts.

Mom took off her coat, raised it above her head, and ran, running with me in her arms. Her embrace was so warm, and it seemed like a sunny day in her embrace. Mom is like an umbrella, protecting me from wind and rain. In the fifth grade of elementary school, I started working hard for my grades. I study late every night, and my mother sits next to me to accompany me. Sometimes she will hand over a hot water bottle, and sometimes she will bring a cup of steaming milk. I would tell her anything and she would always help me solve my problems. She would comfort me when I was wronged, tell jokes when I was unhappy, and smile when I was happy. In my heart, she is also an umbrella that blocks my unhappiness and retains warmth. But now, my mother is more like a cup of strong tea. After I entered junior high school, my mother became more and more strict with me. Every time I take the monthly exam, she is always very harsh on my ranking. I always have a lot of pressure. When the exam results are not good, she will lose her temper. She always says, "Look at who and so, look again." You yourself, why can others learn well but you can't? How can you still think about having fun now?" Her words always make me burst into tears. She is like a cup of strong tea, so bitter. Until one night. I didn't do well in the exam that day. I felt very sad because I was scolded, so I went to bed early. I heard the sound of opening the door and quickly closed my eyes. My door was opened, and a person sat beside my bed, stroking my head and tucking me in. It must be my mother. I deliberately pretended to turn over, the quilt was lifted, and my mother covered me with it again. While stroking my head, she said: "Son, you can't blame mom. Mom doesn't want this. You are in junior high school now. If you don't work hard, you will fall behind. The competition is so fierce now, and mom is afraid of you." I can’t keep up. No matter what, it’s for your own good. Please understand, okay?” Mom sighed and went out. At that moment, I finally tasted the fragrance of the strong tea. In fact, my mother has not changed, but I am the one who has changed. During these 13 years, I have used different eyes to see my mother, to discover and to feel my mother's love for me. Whether it’s candy or stories

③ Touching stories about parents (about 350 words)

The Unlocked Door

A mother and daughter lived in a remote hut in a small rural village. The mother was afraid of being robbed and would always put three locks on the doorknob at night; the daughter was disgusted with the boring and unchanging rural life like a landscape painting. , she yearns for the city and wants to see the gorgeous world she imagined through the radio. One morning, the daughter left her mother in pursuit of that illusory dream. She secretly ran away from home while her mother was sleeping.

"Mom, just pretend that I don't have this daughter." Unfortunately, the world is not as beautiful as she imagined. She unknowingly fell into the trap of being unable to extricate herself. , then she realized her mistake.

"Mom!" Ten years later, the grown-up daughter returned to her hometown with a wounded heart and an embarrassed body.

It was late at night when she returned home, and the faint light seeped through the cracks in the door. She knocked lightly on the door, but suddenly felt an ominous premonition. Her daughter startled her when she opened the door. "It's strange. Mother has never forgotten to lock the door before." Mother's thin body curled up on the cold floor and fell asleep with a distressing look.

"Mom? Mom?" Hearing her daughter's cry, the mother opened her eyes and hugged her daughter's tired shoulders without saying a word. After crying in her mother's arms for a long time, her daughter suddenly asked out of curiosity: "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today? What if someone breaks in?"

The mother replied: "It's not just today. I was afraid that you would not be able to enter the house when you suddenly came back at night, so the door has never been locked for ten years."

The mother has been waiting for her daughter to come back for ten years, and the furnishings in her daughter's room are the same as before. That night, mother and daughter returned to the way they were ten years ago, locked the door tightly and fell asleep.

Unlocked door

The love of family is the cradle of hope,

Thanks for the warmth of home,

Give the growing power.

Hair in Lunchbox

In those poor times, many students often did not have the ability to bring a decent lunchbox to school. This was the case for the classmate sitting next to me. His meals are always black tempeh, but my lunch boxes often contain ham and poached eggs. There is a huge difference between the two.

Moreover, this classmate would pick out the hair from his lunch box first and then eat his lunch as if nothing had happened. This uncomfortable discovery persisted.

"It shows how sloppy ** Mom is, she even has hair in her food every day." The students were talking privately. In order to take into account the self-esteem of my classmates, but not to show it, I always felt dirty, so my impression of this classmate began to be greatly reduced. One day after school, my classmate stopped me and said, "If you have nothing to do, you can go to my house to play." Although I was reluctant, it was the first time since I was in the same class that he invited me to play at home, so I didn't I had the nerve to refuse him.

I followed my friends to a slum village located on the steepest terrain in Seoul.

"Mom, I brought my friends here." After hearing the excited voices of my classmates, the door opened. His elderly mother appeared at the door.

"My son's friend is here, let me take a look." But the classmate's mother who walked out of the room just touched the beams outside the door with her hands. It turns out that she is blind.

I felt a sore nose and couldn't say a word. Although his classmate’s lunch box is served with black beans as usual every day, it is his invisible mother who carefully packs the lunch box for him. It is not just a lunch, but also full of love from his mother, even the hair mixed in it. , is also a mother's love.

④ Write a touching story about me and my parents!

The Twenty-Four Filial Piety ＿Loyalty and Filial Piety

Shen Zhixu, a guard general in Daochuan, Hunan Province in the Ming Dynasty, had an only daughter. My son’s name is Shen Yunying. He has been smart and studious since he was a child, and learned martial arts from his father. Shen Yunying was only seventeen years old at the time because her father died on the battlefield while leading an army to meet a foreign army. She climbed up to a high place and shouted loudly: "Although I am a little girl, I will fight to the death to fulfill my father's legacy of defending the city." I hope all the soldiers and civilians will defend their hometown." Everyone was deeply moved and vowed to regain the lost land. The siege was quickly lifted and victory was achieved. Shen Yunying found her father's body and cried loudly. All soldiers and civilians put on mourning clothes and attended the funeral. The imperial court ordered Shen Zhixu to be promoted to deputy commander-in-chief, and Shen Yunying was appointed guerrilla general to continue guarding Daozhou Prefecture. Later, people built a memorial temple for her to honor both loyalty and filial piety. There is a poem that eulogizes:

Foreign troops attacked the city and besieged the rebels, and E Mei fought hard to relieve the siege; the father's enemy was besieging the city and it was hard to cover the snow, and his reputation for loyalty and filial piety has been passed down through the ages.

Twenty-Four Filial Piety ＿Looking at the clouds and missing relatives

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a man named Di Renjie. His family was poor since he was a child. He was diligent and studious, and later became the Prime Minister K

⑤ I A touching story with parents, 288 words

Parental love

Many times, parents’ love is like the birds flying across the sky - they come often without leaving any trace. .

It was a dark evening, and there was a strong wind outside the window. After cleaning the classroom, I started packing my schoolbag and getting ready to go home. "Crack-", a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, followed by heavy rain. I screamed in my heart, threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes - my father and my mother, but both of them only had a handful in their hands. umbrella. My mother smiled and said to me: "Your father and I came directly from the office. We didn't bring any extra umbrellas. Let's take one together." "No, it's raining too much. Let's take one and two together." Everyone is going to get wet. I’ll give this umbrella to Shihao." Dad said hurriedly and stretched out the umbrella. "I have a fight with dad.

"As I said that, I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held the umbrella with one hand and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other. The three people and two umbrellas disappeared in the mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.

In the haziness, one picture after another suddenly flashed through my mind: I remembered that I forgot to take away my homework because I was in a hurry to go to school. After my father found out, he ran and sent it to the classroom for me; Playing basketball and forgetting the time to go home, my mother hurriedly looked for me; I remembered the urgent voice on the phone when I called my father who was on a business trip: "The fuse is in the tool box on the balcony. "Don't forget to pull the knife first when you use the fuse"; I remembered my mother's advice before leaving home every time I encountered an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." "Too many past events came out in an instant, making me burst into tears.

My parents' love is like the touching feeling condensed by the fragrance of lilies, slowly gathering together and no longer drifting away. I think Maybe no one in the world will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents' love? In the eyes of parents, love means walking with you, no matter how far you go. I will be tired, so I will never forget my father’s eager words when he took the draft of my composition: “Revise it, revise it again and you can copy it. "I will never forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

As I write this, I can't help but think of the prophet Eli in the Bible Ya covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have the holy things that "God" spreads to the world.

⑥ Write a paragraph about this. The touching story between parents is about 150 words

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⑦ Record the touching story between yourself and your parents

There is a child who was born aphasic. The girl's father died when she was very young. She and her mother were dependent on each other. Her mother went out to work early every day and came back very late every day. At sunset, the little girl started to stand at the door of the house, looking expectantly at the door. That road, waiting for her mother to come home. When her mother comes back, it is the happiest moment of her day, because her mother brings her a piece of rice cake every day. In their poor family, a small piece of rice cake is useless. It was delicious.

One day, it was raining heavily and it was already past dinner time, but her mother had not come back yet. The little girl stood at the door of the house and looked and looked, but she couldn't wait. The figure of her mother. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The little girl decided to follow the way her mother came back every day to find her mother. She walked and walked for a long time, and finally saw her falling on the roadside. Mom on the ground. She shook her mother's body hard, but her mother didn't answer her. She thought her mother was too tired, so she put her mother's head on her lap, trying to make her sleep more comfortable. At this time, she discovered that her mother's eyes were not closed! The little girl suddenly realized that her mother might be dead! She felt scared and took her mother's hand and shook it hard, but found that her mother was still holding a piece of rice cake tightly... ...She cried desperately, but couldn't make a sound...

The rain kept falling, and the little girl didn't know how long she cried. She knew that her mother would never wake up again, and she was the only one left now. Why didn't her mother close her eyes? Was it because she didn't trust her? She suddenly understood what she should do, so she wiped away her tears and decided to use her own words to tell her mother that she would live well. Walk with confidence...

The little girl sang the song "Grateful Heart" in sign language over and over again in the rain. Tears mixed with the rain, sliding down her small but strong face. After... "Grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, giving me the courage to be myself... Grateful heart, thanking fate, I will cherish the flowers when they bloom and fall..." She just stood in the rain. I kept doing it until my mother's eyes finally closed...

⑧ A touching story of my parents and me in 200 words

Touching story At noon on May 13, the rescue team found her By the time, she was no longer breathing.

When I am lonely and helpless, my parents are with me. When I am happy, my parents are with me. Why should I be dissatisfied? Although I often make them angry and get beaten and scolded, I always believe in the saying - beating is pain, scolding is love. I once read in a book that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Yes, indifference means not caring. If one day my parents don't care about me, what does a little beating and scolding mean? I have pity on the hearts of parents in the world. My parents love me. I love you too, so I am willing to accept your education.

Now, I am a junior high school student and can take care of myself. But this is not enough. I hope that one day, I can take care of my parents and repay their kindness in raising me.

Of course, the story between my parents and I is not just about the kindness of upbringing. Every story between me and my parents has to be told. How do you want me to choose? I will tell you one by one

⑩ Touching story between me and my parents, 800 words

Thanks to my parents

This year, I am a teenager. For more than ten years, I have been able to grow up healthily, thanks to the careful upbringing of my parents. It was they who taught me to take the first step, they taught us to speak the first words, they taught us to recognize the first word... Their care and love for me can never be expressed in words. .

I remember that when I was seven years old, on a stormy and extremely cold winter night, I suddenly developed a high fever. When my parents saw me, without saying a word, they put on their coats, helped me get dressed, picked up my umbrella, carried me on their backs, and walked quickly to the hospital. The road to the hospital is so long and difficult. In a daze, I felt that when I arrived at the hospital, the doctor was busy around me, and the anxious figures of my parents kept shaking around me, and they kept saying to the doctor: "Save my baby, save me. My daughter." At about seven o'clock the next morning, I was finally out of danger. I opened my eyes and saw that my parents' eyes were red and bloodshot because they had not slept all night, but their tired bodies were looking at me with smiles on their faces. Dad soothed my cheek with his hand and said to me gently: "Baby, have a good rest. Mom is with you. Dad has gone to work. He will come to see you as soon as he gets off work and bring you delicious food..." Looking at my father gradually The retreating figure, with tired and heavy steps, tears blurred my eyes.

After finally getting off work, my father bought a lot of my favorite fruits and a big cake with seven candles on it. Dad looked at my happy and doubtful eyes and said to me, "Baby, you forgot, today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday!" I said to my parents affectionately: "I will definitely repay you well in the future. "They said: "As long as you are healthy, happy and have good grades, that is the best reward for us." I nodded solemnly.

In the future, I will study harder because I want to repay my parents with my grades.

"Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." What my parents have given me, I will repay them tenfold or a hundredfold when I grow up.