A pool of smart water will be warm at the same time. When it drips into your heart and moistens your heart that may have been dry for a long time, your heart will tremble slightly. I call it "touched".
That day, I was lucky enough to receive this injection of water, letting it drip into my heart and cleanse my soul again.
Perhaps not surprising. In the morning, I had a big fight with my mother and rushed out of the house with the gray clouds above my head. I wandered aimlessly on the streets, which was really boring. Although I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm not hungry at all. I bought a bottle of "Yoghurt" and sucked it slowly.
I fought back in my heart and thought of the scene just now. My mother asked me to put on more clothes, saying it was getting cloudy. I don't want to add it at all. She babbled a few more words, and I got so angry that I slammed the door and came out.
Facing me, a middle-aged woman in ragged clothes and unkempt hair blocked my way. She wore a red coat that was already in tatters, and a pair of blue cloth shoes that had been worn out for several winters, with her toenails exposed. She made a strange sound in her throat, and I barely understood that she wanted my unfinished bottle of "excellent yogurt." I handed it to her in surprise, and he looked at me with a very grateful look, took it with a big dirty hand, and touched it all over his body with the other hand. Finally, she found a crumpled fifty-cent note in a small pocket. She smiled and handed it to me. I quickly said, "No, no need." She thought for a while, and before playing chess, she walked to a stall and bought half a bowl of porridge and a fried dough stick. When she walked to a corner with "full load", I discovered that there was a little boy there, dressed slightly neater than the woman, about five or six years old. The woman picked up the "excellent yogurt" and gave it to him. He took a small sip and pushed it to the woman. I finally understood that they were a mother and daughter. The mother and son handed another fried dough stick and the half bottle of "Yoghurt" to their son, themselves and the half bowl of porridge. The boy thought for a while, kept the half bottle of "Yoghurt" for himself, divided the fried dough stick into two, and handed it to his mother...
I was shocked! I couldn't help but burst into tears like a flood. I rushed home and opened the door with a lot of money. In the arms of my surprised and anxious mother, I let my tears flow silently...I am glad that I took advantage of the clear spring and let her make me almost numb. When my heart danced and flew again, I also got to know the world again - touching and loving coexisted!
There will always be some beautiful things in life that will appear quietly to embellish your ordinary life, and that is - touching!
To be moved is an indescribable emotion that can only be experienced with our heart.
Often, I am moved by some people or things, but sometimes what moves me seems to be nothing.
When I see my beloved flowers withering overnight and their petals lying on the ground; when I see the young eagle that is about to emerge from its shell, struggling outward; when it has been a long absence When my friends extended their hands of friendship and hugged me tightly...even though these were so ordinary. However, they have deeply touched my impressionable heart.
What moves me is sometimes a subtle scene that is easily overlooked. Just like flowers fading, this is an ordinary phenomenon. However, I integrated it into my heart and silently turned it into an elegy for the passing of life. I think Lin Dai and Xu Yu also had a feeling of emotion deep in their hearts. Otherwise, how could she have performed the tear-jerking scene of mourning the funeral of a flower, and how could she have expressed the emotion of "Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flower will fall and the person will die without knowing it." Woolen cloth?
In fact, being moved does not require too many words, too many tears, nor too many praises, nor does it require you to work hard to change something. Touching is a delicate emotion, just like a clear stream flowing quietly on the road of our lives. It is only when it flows through the rugged mountain road that it gently stirs up a crystal clear flower. After the small splash, it continues to flow forward.
I am moved because I deeply love all the beautiful things in the world and am devoted to them exclusively. It is precisely because of this touch that all beautiful things love me deeply and fall in love with me.
Being moved has narrowed the distance between me and my friends, so that we can always maintain a true and sincere friendship, maintaining deep emotional exchanges and touches in our hearts. Care for each other, encourage each other, and give to each other.
Moving can wash away impurities in people's souls. It is like a multi-flavor bottle that allows us to taste the ups and downs of life. It is also like a furnace that helps us refine the true meaning of life.
I remember a story: A thief knocked on the door of a house and asked for a glass of water on the pretext that he was thirsty. The innocent and lovely little master welcomed him into the house and poured him tea enthusiastically. When the thief tentatively asked about the little master's father. Unexpectedly, the little master cried very sadly and said, "Daddy is a thief, and I won't let him go home." Just this sentence made the thief flee in panic. Because he knew that he might become a father in the future, but he did not want to be like the little master's father and even his own children looked down upon him. It was this sentence that made the thief completely repent. As He Wei said: "Every deep emotion can cut off a certain period of deep hatred in people's character.
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When we are moved, we maintain the truth, goodness and beauty of our souls; when we are moved, we maintain the dignity of being human; when we are moved, we change the old self and win the new self.
When we When we carefully observe and appreciate the people and things around us, we can touch the tight strings in the deepest part of our hearts and stir up the natural sounds of our souls.
Those slight touches are just like the evergreen vine. Facing the tentacles of the sun, every tremor is the transmission of life information. Learn to be moved, don't be stingy with your happiness, share it with friends, and let your friends be moved; learn to be moved, don't suppress your sadness, and let it fly into the vast sky.
Face the mirror and give yourself a touch, be moved by pursuit, be moved by kindness, be moved by sincerity... You will find that the whole world will become more brilliant and beautiful when you are moved!