Moved by myself

Touching is the sweet spring of the heart, the touch is the warmth of the drunkenness, the beautiful moments in the memory, like some floating days, lingering in my mind, flashing in my dreams, moving like water The lines of the palm slide into the heart.
I was touched by myself because of my fiery love. One day, I was on my way home. Suddenly, a pair of weather-beaten hands reached me. I was shocked. It turned out that an old man was kneeling on the side of the road and begged me to give him a little charity. From his perspective, I saw the sadness. I suddenly felt pity and gave me the five yuan I had. He lowered his head and kept saying "thank you". Although the voice was vague, I could still hear it. I speeded up the pace of going home, when I felt the sun above my head was brighter.
I was touched by myself because I was brave enough to face difficulties. Night is the quietest time of the day, everything has entered a dream, only I am still fighting in the sea of geometry. At this time, a huge "roadblocker" appeared in front of me, I immediately "fighted" with it. After 20 minutes of fighting, I finally saw the dawn of victory, but who knows "halfway to kill a bite Kim" comes. Just as I was about to give up, I took the opportunity to go, why not take another path. So I lifted the pen again and worked hard with it. Sure enough, I took the right path and finally achieved the achievement. Looking at the hard-won answer, I smiled.
I was touched by myself because of my maturity. During a break, I sat on the sofa and watched TV. At this time, I saw that my mother was struggling to mop. Because of the years of labor, her waist was also bent, and her face was wrinkled. Plus worrying about me, the white hair on my head has also increased. I was very embarrassed to look at her. So I offered to help her mop, and my mother smiled and said that I was sensible. At that time, it was the first time I proposed to mopping the land, and it made me really feel happy, which made me gain a mature.
Remember the past in the scorpion, how warm and beautiful. The music box of memories is constantly spinning, playing a wonderful song: moving for yourself is a landscape.

Moved by myself

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