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Touching composition 500 words

In fact, in the long river of life, I am never moved. Parents' concerned eyes and haggard back are the touch of life, friends' stationery and a short message of blessing are the comfort to you drifting in the distance. Life is like this. We inadvertently say hello, a greeting, a smile and a little fate ... these things are hidden in our hearts, real, long-lasting, profound and even unforgettable.

In this world, the most precious thing is sincere mutual assistance between people. Family, friendship ... they always appear at the most critical moment. Here is a story that makes people cry. Mother was already dead when rescuers found her. She was crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, you can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure and looks a bit weird. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her body again, struggling to reach under her body and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive." After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that blocked her way. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. With his mother's protection, he was unharmed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face made everyone present feel warm. The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and prepare to do some tests. He found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor, who is used to seeing where you are going, shed tears at the moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears. The troubled year of 2008 awakened the sleeping heart and inspired our strong patriotism. I want to say loudly: "China, good job!" "Everything that happened in the motherland is a test for us. People who have experienced great disasters can better understand the true meaning of life and enjoy the future life. Stop crying, children. Losing your parents doesn't mean you can't fly. We will take you to the blue sky. Parents should stop crying. Losing children does not mean that your hopes will be dashed. We will light your heart lamp again with a warm heart. Don't cry, wife. Losing your husband doesn't mean you have lost your shoulder to lean on. Look at the stars in the sky. He is watching over you and blessing you. Brothers and sisters, be strong. Fate has blessed you and let you fly with the dreams of the deceased. God will bear a great responsibility to the people of Sri Lanka, so we must first suffer their hearts, work their bones and muscles, starve their bodies and skin and empty their bodies. Even if you die, what are you afraid of when you are born again? I believe it will be sunny tomorrow, dry your tears and embrace the sunshine tomorrow! We are waiting for the take-off of Sichuan! Life is born to live, so we must live strongly!

What moved me was the slowly melting river that had been frozen for a long time under the spring breeze; What touched me was a red plum, standing proudly, floating a faint fragrance in the snow; Touching is a clear spring flowing in the jungle; Moved by the endless night, the moon is like a hook; What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart.