Write a 100-word essay on touching topics

1. I want an essay on the topic of touching, 100 words

The Unbreakable Chinese Heart At 14:28 on May 12, 2008, it was a sunny day The days are unforgettable for countless people.

At that moment, a rare earthquake measuring 8.0 on the Richter scale occurred in Wenchuan, which is located in the Sichuan seismic zone. It caused economic losses of billions and large towns were instantly razed to the ground. However, what is more disastrous than the economic losses is people's spiritual losses - this earthquake killed more than 60,000 people, injured more than 300,000 people, and countless people lost their loved ones! This series of shocking figures is heartbreaking, earthquakes are ruthless, and natural disasters are inevitable! However, even though the earth is really terrible, the mother's comfort in the disaster is reassuring; even though the earthquake is dangerous, the teacher's arms under the ruins make people feel safe; even though the earthquake is brutal, the true love is warm! During this earthquake, countless stories were touching - taxi drivers in Chengdu organized themselves to rush to the disaster area; teachers used their wisdom to save 59 students; mothers kept their children alive by breastfeeding them, even to the point of death; The brother carried his sister on foot for 12 hours out of the disaster area... countless touching stories made us cry.

However, there is a story that makes those who have heard it burst into tears; there is a text message that makes everyone who reads it moved; there is a sincerity that makes everyone moved! That was an ordinary mother. Like many people, she was pinned down by the collapsed house, but the difference was that there was a baby under her body who was less than one year old. Her thin shoulders supported the huge concrete slab; her curved spine blocked the heavy rubble; her slender hands pressed against the hard floor.

She gently comforted the child: "Baby, don't cry." The child looked at his mother in confusion, and finally fell asleep deeply.

Gradually, the mother felt that she could no longer support herself. She used all her strength to complete a text message: "Dear baby, if you are lucky enough to survive, you must remember, Mom. Love you! "This is my mother's last words, and it is also a declaration of maternal love! The child was still sleeping quietly, with a sweet smile on his face, without any panic, because he knew that the place with his mother must be beautiful, safe, and warm... Not only during the earthquake, but also after the earthquake, the true love Still infinitely warm! Immediately after the earthquake, Premier Wen rushed to the front line and immediately launched rescue operations. Thousands of Chinese people have donated their love. Whether it is a quilt, a piece of clothing, or a scarf, they have sent deep love to the people in the disaster area.

People use their sincere hearts, smiling faces, and helping hands to send warmth to the people in the disaster areas and build bridges of life. ! The sons and daughters of the Chinese nation are indomitable and persistent. As long as we are united and work together, there is no difficulty that we cannot overcome and no pain that we cannot overcome! I remember Premier Wen once said: "Mountains can be moved, but they cannot shake the determination of the Chinese people to fight earthquakes and disaster relief; water can be blocked, but they cannot block the deep friendship of compatriots in the mainland!" Since the earthquake, all parts of the world have been supporting our country. , the rescue never stops, time is life! PLA officers and soldiers worked day and night to save lives. A soldier was admitted to the hospital several times. However, when he woke up and found that he had left the "battlefield", he suddenly pulled out the needle and ran out. His comrades stopped him. He couldn't go anymore! I have to deal with illness and save people again and again, and my big body can’t bear it! Faced with his comrades who insisted on blocking him, he actually abandoned the dignity of a soldier, knelt down with a bang, and begged his comrades in tears: "Please let me save another one!" This kneeling was not cowardice, nor was it humiliation. But a soldier, his commitment to the people and his contribution to society! Whether it is the great maternal love in the earthquake or the request of the soldiers in the disaster relief, it all comes from one word. This word does not need to be modified by beautiful language, nor does it have earth-shattering deeds, nor does it have any eye-catching sensation. It is ordinary but dazzling. It is ordinary but touching. That word is - love! This earthquake is not only a severe test, but also a dedication of love! Those persevering eyes told me, that warm blessing told me, and that beautiful smile told me that an earthquake cannot destroy our love! Hope you will be satisfied. 2. Write a 100 essay with the title of touching

Touching around me When winter comes, heavy snow falls from the sky, and the road is covered with a thick layer of snow.

Since no one was cleaning it, the snow on the road was quickly trampled by pedestrians. It was very slippery to walk up, especially the slope to my grandma's house, which I can't even describe.

Naughty children skated on it, and some uncivilized people poured dirty water on it. The road surface is like a mirror, reflecting people's shadows.

Adults will sigh when they come here, and then walk carefully along the edge. If you are an elderly person, you have to take a detour when you come here. Occasionally, some bold grandfathers will come here to make an appearance.

My mother and I would chat a few words every time we walked here, but the smooth ice surface was still the same. This afternoon, my mother and I had to go to my grandma's house via this road again, and we couldn't help but feel a little worried.

But far away, we saw a hunched figure on the top of the slope, as if doing something. My mother and I quickly took two steps and took a closer look. Oh, it turned out to be an old grandfather struggling to remove the ice and snow on the road with a shovel.

The shovel made a "click" sound when it rubbed against the ground, which spread far and wide. I saw beads of sweat on his forehead, and he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from time to time.

He stood on the ice, staggering from time to time. The cold wind made him unsteady and unstable, as if he would be blown away by the wind. But he was not intimidated by these difficulties, and insisted on shoveling the snow pieces piece by piece and loading them into the small cart.

Occasionally, he would take a few deep breaths. The old man’s temples were gray and he was over 70 years old. The traces of time are all over the old man's face and hands.

Looking at the clean road, my eyes were blurred, and I remembered that the child gave up his seat for the old man, and the old man put all the hard-earned money earned from picking up garbage into the donation box... Ah! There are so many "touches" around us, and this spirit will always "live" in our hearts. 3. Write a 100-word essay based on "touching"

●Touch\love, touches me

Regarding my mother, I have endless words of gratitude for myself. I was annoyed by my ignorance. There was a time when I was extremely angry at my mother's incomprehension. I felt that I didn't have the same language to communicate with my mother. I didn't want to say a word to my mother. I always wanted to leave my mother because I needed to understand. But my mother didn't understand me so much. Now that I think about it, I was so stupid. I didn't want my mother's love, and I actually took my mother's love as a bad intention. My attitude must have brought a lot of sadness to my mother. My mother was The helpless expression and silence at that time must be that she was enduring great pain in her heart. Her daughter's incomprehension of her mother and her anger towards her mother broke her heart. Words came out one by one under the typing of the keyboard. Looking at these , my eyes actually got wet, thinking back to my disrespect to my mother, it turned out that I was so hateful, to say the least, even if it was my mother’s fault, as a daughter, I should not respond with anger and sharp language. For my mother, after all, she is the mother who gave birth to me, raised me, and raised me. My mother always thinks about me. She can be said to be indifferent to herself. She gives me any good things. As long as my mother can do it, I will propose it. , my mother will always try her best to satisfy me.

When I came back from get off work, my mother opened the door for me when I entered the house and smelled the delicious food. It was so happy. My casual words were so firmly remembered by my mother. After washing my hands, I couldn't wait to eat the green vegetables my mother fried. My mother looked at me and said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious? I still have some vegetables that I haven't brought out yet." As she spoke, my mother lifted the lid of the pot and started cooking. The fragrant smell made me drool, "What is it? Mom! Why is it so fragrant!" My mother also asked me to guess mysteriously, and it turned out to be crucian carp stewed with eggs. Mom said happily: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat it yesterday? I bought it today. This crucian carp is wild and very fresh. Try it quickly."

Oh my God! My casual remark at last night's dinner was actually remembered by my mother. I said it casually, and my mother cooked it for me. As I ate the fragrant fish stewed eggs, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I thought about my previous contradictions. I was so unreasonable, so many years of knowledge were in vain. After reflecting on it, you should try to do it well. Mom, I will try my best! 4. The beginning and end of the 100-word essay on the topic of touching must be written clearly, no more, no less

Although the geese pass by without leaving a trace, the years are silent, but the fleeting time leaves no trace in every gap of life. of flow.

The waves of the passing years always wash away in the distant heart, slowly swaying like ripples in the water, and falling gently like petals in the wind. What makes our sorrow, joy, sorrow, and happiness turn into traces of rain and dew, seep into the depths of our souls when we are not prepared, gather all our emotional experiences, and launch rounds of attacks in the quiet night? I explore and search for this magical power.

In the dark blue, the stars in summer and the bright moon in autumn are ethereal, mysterious and broad-minded. The night attracts so many dreams that it is unfathomable.

People who want to understand it are often moved by it, fall into it and cannot extricate themselves. Looking up at the sky, the ancients used the stars to predict good and bad luck, but today people use the stars to secretly make wishes.

Things are different and people are different! The glorious, tragic, miserable history rotates rapidly between the chaotic world, thousands of years, ten thousand years, just in the blink of an eye. And there are some relative stillness in absolute motion in this world, right? silence.

A long time. In the gap between the dense clouds and mist, a hole was opened, and a burst of redness burst out, soaking the world.

Sunrise is the most perfect animation seen in the universe. Even though that round of life always appears in the misty sky every dawn, I am still willing to look far into the distance through the layers of chemical smog, with an almost adoring mood.

No matter how frustrated or troubled you are, you will be embraced by this gentle color, integrating your emotions, spirit, will, and emotions into the blood-like brightness, and you will feel shocked deep in your heart. : Your eyes can contain so much beauty, and the space you live in is so vast! This source of energy not only injects freshness into daily life, but also guides us to engage in perceptual cognition and rational thinking. It lights up the world and our eyes, just as human civilization lights up history.

What has been unearthed from thousands of years of cultural accumulation are the moving factors provided by nature. The waves of the Yellow River have created the Confucian civilization handed down from generation to generation, and the rapids of the Amazon have washed away the magical Mayan culture. Although we are too stupid to explore the thousands of powers provided by nature, civilization is moving forward after all.

Nature selects the right people at the right time and releases its long-sealed connotations, allowing them to find the so-called inspiration in an instant and giving flexibility to life. The modern philosopher Kant once said: "Looking up at the stars and traveling in the forest are the best opportunities for me to meditate."

Li Bai, ***, Goethe, Beethoven... they all used their souls and nature to Conversing silently, being moved by nature. Then, they either carry the world or transform it.

In the vastness of time and space, we are really insignificant microorganisms. It is truly a blessing to be able to face the same nature and receive the same emotions as countless predecessors at such a young and heroic age.

No matter whether nature chooses us to be the ones who can accept its treasures, as long as we work hard, be moved, and fully realize it, there will be no regrets. Touching is the magical power given to us by Mother Nature, and it is the eternal complex of mankind towards nature. 5. Urgently looking for a lyrical paragraph of about 100 words with the topic of touching.

Touched, light a petal of incense. There are more and more high-rise buildings, and the space is getting smaller and smaller.

There is more and more indifference, and less and less warmth. However, being moved interprets the connotation of humanity in a simple but moving way.

——Inscription: There are tears, and I feel that I am still full. I was moved when I opened the window in the morning and watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf and talk to life in a silent and simple way.

Taking a walk in the evening, watching the sunset, and savoring the artistic conception of Li Shangyin's "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk", I was moved. Touched, it ignites the fragrance of the spiritual home and lingers throughout one's life.

Times are developing, and while the economy is highly developed, has our spiritual home been deserted? Are we missing a corner of our soul? When walking in a hurry, how many people stop to listen to the tones of their souls? Most people have been roughed up by life and become indifferent. The streets of Manhattan, New York, are busy with traffic.

A little girl stayed under a tree and refused to leave. People are surprised to find that she is waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent and she will be moved by an ordinary natural replacement.

A person who lacks emotion is not a real person.

A society that lacks emotion cannot talk about real development.

It lacks humanistic nutrients and will eventually become barren. How long have we not been moved by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chic, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness, Hugo's majesty.

How long have we not been moved by those noble figures? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun for the people in winter; Wen Tianxiang, the awe-inspiring and upright man who sowed "No one will die in life, but his loyalty will shine on history"; Su Wu, who watched alone over the three thousand miles of the Han Dynasty... Touched It’s not just shedding tears, it’s not just feeling sad in a superficial way. Touching is a kind of humanistic spirit and a spiritual resonance between people.

In today’s highly developed material world, where does our spiritual path lead? Learn to be moved. When one heart is no longer far away from another, our society will have a little more warmth.

When everyone can feel the vibration of others' heartstrings, our society will become harmonious. "I came to this world to see the sunshine."

Don't Balmont's words move us? Light a petal of incense, and our material home and spiritual home will be filled with everlasting flowers and go far into the distance. Time flies by, and many memories have faded with the passing of days.

But there is one thing that makes me vividly remember and move me deeply - that deep maternal love. That morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "***, the weather forecast is for rain today, so it's better to bring an umbrella."

I looked up and looked The sky is clear, how can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door. Just when school was over at noon, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain fell suddenly.

All the students who brought rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a school out of town and never comes home at noon.

It just so happens that my mother is suffering from a high fever and taking an IV drip these days. I don't think anyone will come to pick me up.

I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the heavy rain falling 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 heavy rain seemed to swallow my mother up. My mother struggled and walked towards me.

"***, come here quickly and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face, and body were all soaked by the rain.

Looking at my mother who looked like a drowned rat and her blue and white face, I couldn’t help but cry again... An umbrella holds up the sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. . Although it happened a long time ago, it always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study well... 6. Write a short essay with the theme of "Moving". About 100 words.

To be moved is like a cup of old wine, bitter yet sweet; to be moved is like a small hammer that hits the heart. The softest part in our hearts; moved, like a high song, playing countless emotions.

That day, I went to the park to play with my sister. Taking advantage of the good sunshine, we rubbed our frozen hands in the sun and thought about how to have a good time.

Suddenly I saw densely growing trees in a small forest in front of me, and I had a plan in mind. "Let's play a game."

I pointed to the woods not far away, "One person closes her eyes, and the other person walks behind her, using words to direct her until Get out of the woods. How about it? That's cool!" My sister thought for a while and agreed happily.

First, my sister directed me. I walked forward with my eyes closed. On the surface I was calm, but in my heart I was already confused. I actually regretted playing this game with my sister because she was weird and might have ordered me to hit the tree.

Thinking of this, I touched my forehead worriedly and opened my eyes like a thief. After making sure that everything was fine, I continued walking. In this way, my sister directed me to walk forward, but every time I walked, I would secretly open my eyes to take a look.

Finally, more than ten minutes later, I walked out of the woods.

It was my turn to take command, and I deliberately tried to scare my sister: "It's your turn, are you afraid?" "Why should you be afraid?!" She put her hands on her hips dissatisfied.

"Aren't you worried about me knocking you into a tree?" I smiled.

My sister was silent for a while, and finally said with a smile: "Don't worry, because you are my sister." Suddenly, something seemed to flash through my heart. I quickly lowered my head and took the opportunity to wipe some moisture. eyes, then raised his head and said to her: "Let's go, close your eyes."

"Why are your eyes red?" My sister asked in confusion. "There is a lot of dust and sand in the woods, and it blew into my eyes."

I pretended to rub my eyes, "Stop asking, let's go!" My sister believed it, and jumped forward. Go.

"Don't worry, because you are my sister!" It was just 10 words, but it placed the little girl's trust in me. At that moment, listening to these 10 words, I was moved.

Perhaps I have read too many touching stories, such as mother's love, father's love and teacher's love.

So much so that the nerves that moved me were numb, as if all the emotions were so great.

But I didn’t notice that there were touches around me. How much have I missed now? Looking up at the sky, my sister's childish face reappeared in front of my eyes.

Now, I have understood that no matter how big or small the emotion is, as long as it can make people dismantle the barriers and misunderstandings in their hearts. Let people trust each other and help each other.

How about this article? I hope it helps the original poster. If possible, please accept me as the best answer. 7. Write a paragraph on the topic of touching (within 100 words)

Something that moved me

In life, many scenes I see are touching. There was such a thing that moved me deeply... It was a spring morning. My parents and I went to the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River to play. I was terribly thirsty and wanted to buy an ice cream to quench my thirst. But when I touched my pocket, I said, "Oops. "Where's my wallet?" I searched all my pockets, but I still couldn't find it. Although there was only 20 yuan in my wallet, I didn't dare to tell my parents for fear of provoking a lot of nagging, so I had to go back the way I came. I left, but still found nothing. Who would return a wallet if they found it? Alas, I can only admit that I am unlucky, who can let myself be careless! There is a canteen in front, which is my only hope, otherwise, alas... I quickly walked there and took a look, but there was no trace of my wallet! When I was about to leave, "Miss, what can I do?" a childish voice asked. I looked up and saw that it was a little girl under six years old, dressed in a very "rustic" style, staring at me! "Look for your wallet." I replied angrily. There was no way she could be of any help anyway. "Are you looking for your wallet? I just picked one up. Is it yours?" She looked at me with her big eyes. I glanced at the wallet in her hand, and my eyes lit up, it was exactly mine! I took the wallet, took out two yuan, and handed it to her: "Thank you, little sister. You can buy candy with these two yuan." "No," she refused, shaking her little hand, "Mom told me, Don’t ask for other people’s things. Goodbye, little sister!” I looked at the figure of that cute little sister and was moved. You know, in a poor place like the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, a child is very proud to have two yuan, but she refused...