Moving

There is an emotion called moving. It is easy to ignore. But it is full of the most real emotions on earth. Whenever we miss it, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts. This is moving.

No one has ever deliberately sought to move, because this is a simple truth, a kind of spiritual shock. When I was tired of reading, my parents cut the apple for us. I was touched and thirsty. My friend sent us a cup of clear water. I was touched. When I was depressed, I was touched by a comforting message. When I was happy, some friends shared happiness with you. It was touched; on an ordinary day, receiving a small gift was touched; even if it was just a piece of notice, a leaf was touched.

In life, I am full of emotions everywhere. When the wind blows over the treetops, the branches are shaken by the touch; when the rain dew moistens the flowers, the flowers bloom because of the touch; when the sun shines on the earth, the sunflowers smile because of the touch; when you really pay for others, your return is full. It’s hard to move.

Between people, whether they are relatives, friends, or passers-by, even a simple greeting, or a little care, or a single shot, can make us full of emotions, even Will be unforgettable for life. However, we only pay attention to the touches brought by the vigorous masters, but we ignore the one movement around us, one look, one sentence...

There is such a story, it is short and short.

A child sat on the bus and someone asked him: "Does your father pick you up every day?" The child said proudly: "Of course!" The man asked again: "Why is your father going every day?" Pick you up?" The little friend was silent. Yes! Why do fathers pick themselves up regardless of the wind and rain, the cold and the heat? ”

Immediately he wanted to understand, and for a moment, the child was moved. An inadvertent discourse, after a little thought, can also hit the spark of moving, so that, moving, everywhere in life!

Let us embrace and move, harvest, touch, touch, touch, and let the moving flowers bloom in the world.

Sixth grade: Liu Wei