1. An essay titled "At that moment, I was moved"

At that moment, I was moved. Winter is here, and the snowflakes are flying like goose feathers. In the early morning, I walked on the street and felt very cold. The day before yesterday, the city issued an order: All advertisements, leaflets, etc. posted in any corner must be cleared away. For this reason, all the cleaners in the city were mobilized to begin a comprehensive cleaning of this already beautiful city.

I looked at the heavy snow flying in the sky and a group of cleaners busy.

Inadvertently, I found a few leaflets and other papers pasted on a smooth wall opposite, where an old female cleaner was carefully tearing off the papers. It seemed that those papers were difficult to tear off. The female cleaner brushed the papers with a brush dipped in water, and then carefully tore them off with her hands.

I think her hands must be cold, but she is not afraid of the cold, and there is fire in her heart. She was very serious and cleared several pieces of paper in succession.

She walked to another one. However, I saw that when her right hand was raised, it stopped in the air, seemingly frozen. He saw her move closer to the wall. Then, I saw her shake her head slightly.

What's wrong, what happened? I wonder. She looked at it intently for a while, then slowly moved away from the paper without clearing it. Why not clear it? Did she forget the city's rules? A series of questions floated in my mind.

Well, I'll go over and see what happens, I think.

I was about to start when I saw another thin female cleaner approaching the piece of paper. Her behavior was exactly the same as that of the old cleaner: she raised her right hand and froze it in the air; she shook her head slightly; she looked at it intently for a while, and then slowly left.

I became even more confused and determined to go and see it.

Cross the road and come to the wall. What caught my eye was a missing person notice. It said: Zhao Jie, female, 14 years old...

My doubts were cleared, and I finally understood everything.

The snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, but I no longer felt cold... 2. An essay titled "I was moved at that moment"

At that moment, I was moved

The breeze blows through the willows, the sun opens its sleepy eyes, and the day's life is about to begin. Today, I am very happy, because we have to do a meaningful thing, that is, give our class Zhang Yan donated money and told her that there are still many people in the world who love her.

Pushing open the door of the class, she saw a donation box full of love paintings on the podium, with artistic calligraphy on the blackboard. I wrote a few big words: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place. I also dressed up the classroom, like a graceful and beautiful girl, giving people a brand new feeling.

Zhang Yan is a very quiet girl, but some are too quiet, just like a princess who has been bewitched by a witch. If we hadn’t heard about it from the teacher accidentally, we wouldn’t have I know her family background. It turns out that Zhang Yan is a child of a single-parent family, but her father doesn't love her at all. He beats her every day after drinking. Later, her father died in an accident. Relatives all said that she Even though she was a broom star, she was unwilling to take her in.

Her neighbor, Grandma Zhang, took her in when she saw how pitiful she was. In order to provide for her to study, grandma picked up rags and set up stalls, and tried her best to get money to support her. Reading. After knowing more, an idea came into my mind to encourage the whole class to donate money to Zhang Yan. I went to ask the teacher for his opinion, and the teacher nodded in agreement.

Wait until all the students have arrived. Then, the head teacher, Mr. Li, came in, looked at us with a gentle face, and said to us: "Students, I believe everyone already knows about Zhang Yan's family. Today, we are going to use practical actions to help her." After that, , the classroom was like an exploding pot, the students were discussing, and gradually the "dedication of love" sounded, and the students walked towards the podium one after another, and some students were holding For the prizes I just got, some students were holding money, and others were holding beautiful exercise books. Watching the items being thrown into the donation box, the teacher smiled happily. In the classroom, I seemed to smell love. Zhang Yan's eyes were covered with a layer of moisture. I knew they were tears of emotion. "Okay, now let's welcome Zhang Yan with warm applause and say a few words to us." Zhang Yan cried. He said to us: "Thank you teacher and classmates. I thought that except for my dead mother and grandma, no one would love me or care about me. However, since I entered this class, I began to understand that, it turns out, There are still so many people in this world who support me and care about me. I must study hard and not let my teachers and classmates be disappointed in me." Our whole class was moved to tears at that moment. I know, everyone The tears that flowed were tears of happiness.

Our whole class sang lt;lt;;Devotion of Lovegt;gt;; under the leadership of the teacher, and the singing echoed in the classroom of 30 people, It rushed out of the classroom and spread to every corner of the campus, filling the whole world. . 3. At that moment, I was moved by you

I will never forget that scene in the world under the golden dome intertwined with dead branches and leaves, in the bleak autumn wind and rain, under a small pink umbrella. The most heartwarming picture. At that moment, I was deeply moved for the first time. . The drizzle keeps falling, and the rustling autumn wind keeps blowing. Looking at the roadside, there are already thousands of lights. I was riding my bike distractedly, complaining about how late school ended and the terrible weather.

The ancients are right, "Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad." I hate rain, and my already almost numb mood is made even more vulnerable by it. I looked around at the large cars passing by, and a small pink umbrella broke into my eyes. What a delicate little umbrella, my heart trembled slightly. Under the umbrella, the young mother was holding the handle of the umbrella, and the little girl with long braids held her mother's hand, rested her head gently on her mother's shoulder, and walked slowly, talking and laughing. I couldn't help but slow down and quietly followed the mother and son.

A gust of cold wind blew, and I shivered involuntarily. I saw the mother taking off her rain-stained coat and putting it on her daughter. She hugged her tightly and asked questions with concern. The beautiful little girl smiled knowingly.

So, in the cold, slightly desolate evening, the thin mother and her young daughter cuddled together under the umbrella, and gradually disappeared into the hazy corner in the slanting wind and drizzle.

At that moment, I was deeply moved, my heart suddenly felt sour, and my eyes were already moist. I, who always thought I was indestructible, actually became sentimental in such an ordinary scene.

Anyone who has watched "The Story of an Only Child" will never forget the memories of a teenage girl facing the tragic reality of her parents' early death. Until this moment, I really Realize the preciousness of family ties. I began to be afraid. I didn’t know what I would do if I didn’t have my parents. I didn’t dare to think about how much care they had given me since I was a child, and what would I give them in return? I always think that when I grow up, my parents will live in a luxurious villa, eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and wear silks and satins. However, if I have time to create, do my parents have time to wait? "A tree wants to be still but the wind is not stopping; a child wants to be nourished but cannot be cared for by relatives." I have memorized the sage's ancient precepts by heart, but do you really understand its meaning and act on it?

So, that night, I poured a cup of tea for my parents. I hugged my mother and said coquettishly: "Mom, I love you!"

Thanks for that evening, for me I received a profound political lesson; thank you for the rain, which deeply nourished my boring soul; thank you for that moment, which moved me deeply. 4. Please write an article of no less than 500 words with the title of 'At that moment, I was moved'

Some people say: "When eternal love is discovered, that is the most touching moment." . ”

However, I think a moment of touching is also memorable. At that moment on that day, I was really moved. The flat path in front of my house is uneven due to construction, and the ground can be far apart.

Once, I went to the supermarket on the roadside to buy some things. Along the way, I crossed the "separated" ground like crossing a trench. When I walked out of the supermarket, I strode past multiple "islands" just like before I came here.

After arriving on the other side, I was just about to start home when I heard the childish voice of a child: "Grandma! Grandma! I want to eat a lollipop!" "Okay, okay, good grandma. You go buy it and you stay here." Kind words rang out immediately.

I couldn’t help but become interested in looking back at the grandson and grandma. But at the same time, I couldn't help but worry about that grandma.

What should she do about that deep crack, a distance that such an old man in his seventies could not walk? Indeed, my assumption was correct. The grandma staggered to the deepest and widest crack and stopped. She hesitated, as if she was constantly trying to figure out whether she could walk through it, but it was almost impossible because the asphalt was black. The crack was so arrogant at the moment, it seemed to be laughing at the old man and asking her if she could come over. The black color and the old man's white hair create a distinct visual impact.

At this time, she had been standing for a while. I thought she would definitely turn around, so she turned around and started. But at this time, the old man moved, and she tentatively stretched out her right foot. It hung in the air, and then slowly but forcefully stepped on the lower end of the gap, and then moved one small step at a time, but I gradually lost sight, my vision blurred, and I only felt white The dazzling light hit my eyeballs, and I said softly: "What a dazzling light." In fact, I knew that that beam of light was the love of the old man and the true love of every elder for his children. 5. At that moment, I was moved essay

The things I have experienced are like the stars in the summer night. I often pick them off one by one and appreciate them. Some think they are successful and intoxicated; some think they are successful. They are radiant and proud; some think they are proud and ecstatic; some are deeply imprinted in their minds and cannot be dissipated for a long time... Today, I will pick one of the most beautiful stars for everyone to enjoy.

Whenever I mention her, I shed pearly tears - what a touching thing it is!

I remember it was a Sunday. I was bored and strolling alone on the path in the park. The warm spring breeze caressed my cheeks and the fragrance of flowers hit my face.

At this time, a little girl walked towards me. She was holding a long and thick wooden stick in her right hand and seemed to be walking forward with great difficulty. I originally thought it was a child's TV show. I just had fun imitating the way a disabled person walks, and walked forward humming a tune without caring. However, as soon as I saw the big beads of sweat overflowing from his face, I began to doubt whether my guess was true. At this time, I noticed that his trouser legs were empty. Could it be that! ? ...

While I was deep in thought, she walked side by side with me at some point. "Hello!" A common greeting made me feel at a loss - I never thought that she would take the initiative to say hello to me.

She continued to walk step by step. I don't know if it was my sympathy or my curiosity, but an unknown force prompted me to look back at her again and again. I only heard a "bang" and I quickly turned my head. It turned out that she had fallen.

I immediately ran over, and others gathered around me, talking non-stop. I squatted down and was about to help her up, but she waved her hand and blocked me. She was not only too strong, but also unwilling to accept help from others. She said very irritably: "I can do it myself! I don't need you!" Then, she used a wooden stick to stand up reluctantly. She seemed to feel that what she just said was a bit excessive, and said to me apologetically: "I'm sorry just now!" "It doesn't matter," I said. At this time, I discovered that the tears blurred her eyes...

A disabled person actually has this kind of willpower that is stronger than that of a normal person. Although this is not a shocking event, I think this is the brightest and most beautiful star in the summer night sky! 6. At that moment, I was moved. Write an article about summer vacation for the title

There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. And I am a lucky girl who will enjoy this kind of happiness.

That winter, the snow fell heavily. The night before New Year's Eve, I lay by the window watching the snow. The light was filled with flying snowflakes, as if the joy in my heart could not be suppressed. The continuous sound of firecrackers is filled with the warm atmosphere of the Spring Festival. Everything seems to be reflected in the orange-red light background, including the faintly visible strands of silver hair in the parents' hair, which shine brightly in this winter night painting.

I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, letting wisdom and enthusiasm penetrate into me, making my little flower grow happily and robustly. I can’t remember how many times I fell down, and my parents used their encouraging eyes and kind smiles to cheer me up and stand up again; I can’t forget how many nights I reviewed my homework under the lamp, and my parents were also stunned under the lamp. Sitting on the ground, silently accompanying me for most of the night------I can't remember how many little things filled with my parents' love, I can't forget how many parents' care is like the sun------

Suddenly, I felt that the light was filled with love, and amidst the flying snowflakes, my face became moist unconsciously. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly felt moved and felt that I should do something for it. I would give my parents a surprise the next day.

At dawn the next day, I got up quietly. The heavy snowfall all night long turned the earth into a beautiful place, and even the sunlight shining through the window was so dazzling. I hurriedly opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned. A snow doll stood in front of my house, with a playful expression and a big red hat on its head, waving its "big hands" and grinning sweetly. With a puff, I couldn't help but laugh. "Happy New Year!" Two people walked out from behind the snow doll. They turned out to be parents. They looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly became sour and I couldn't help but shed tears.

I wanted to give my parents a——

Unexpectedly, they—— Facing the smiles of my parents, I was speechless. On that piece of snow, I took my parents and looked at them affectionately for a long, long time----

I remember a poet said this: "How can I thank you? When I walk towards your When I walked towards you, I originally wanted to pick up a bunch of waves, but you gave me the entire ocean. "Yes. Yeah, how can I thank you, Mom and Dad. You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, but I have nothing in return. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a kind of happiness called touching. Thank you, Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me happiness, thank you for letting me learn to be moved. I understand your hardships and your full hopes. I will do my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be moved!

Father's love is the wealth of life. Father's love is the mountain, the fire that protects life. Father's love is the fire, lighting the lamp of hope. Father's love is the lamp, lighting the way forward. Father's love is the road. , lead your life.

I once didn’t understand why my father’s straight spine was curved, I didn’t understand why my father’s handsome face was haggard, I didn’t understand why my father’s thick black hair was gray, I didn’t understand why my father worked hard for most of his life. ... Until the third grade of junior high school.

That day, the wind was roaring and the vegetation was bleak. I was sitting on the bus, preparing to get off and go home alone. However, I saw a person. In the dark world and the biting wind, that person People were trembling. The wind kept ripping off the corners of his clothes—it was his father! Through the window, I could clearly see my father’s white hair. It was either stained by the clear moonlight or decorated with gorgeous words. It was just white hair. It was a piece of white hair. My father’s white hair was touched again and again. The strong wind overwhelmed me but I stood up unyieldingly again and again. I knew who it must be for when I fell down and stood up... Was it my father's white hair or my father's heart that was constantly being crushed and stood up? The bus stopped and I walked quickly. Apparently, my father saw me. He no longer blocked his coat from the wind with his fingers, but ran towards me quickly. His coat completely surrendered to the strong wind, but he But I didn't care at all that the red sweater I was wearing was beating in the inexplicable darkness and running towards me.

At that moment, I clearly saw my father’s fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I burst into tears.

My father gently held my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was clearly a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but my father was busy. Dodge, "My hands are too cold." I ignored my father's dodge and grabbed those cold hands back. I knew: I was grabbing the wealth of my life.

My father used the aging of his life to turn into mountains, into fire, into lamps, into roads, into bit by bit fatherly love, to accompany me every day, every second, to accompany me in this life. lifetime. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter’s life. Because of your love, your daughter will not be poor in her life. 7. At that moment, I was moved. How to write an essay with this title? It should be more than 600 words quickly.

At that moment, I was moved.

There is always a power in life that will shock our hearts; there is always a kind of touch that will make us burst into tears. "Truth, goodness, and beauty" are always the source of our touch and the key to unlocking our deepest feelings. The door to sincere emotions, because we are moved by ordinary people who live extraordinary lives! The connotation of their noble qualities deeply touches and shocks our hearts.

Among the things I have experienced in life, there is such an incident that moved me so much that I still cannot forget it. In the summer when I was ten years old.

The sun was scorching like fire. As soon as the sun came out, the sky was so hot that it felt like there was fire on the ground. There was no wind at all, which made people feel stuffy. The willow trees outside the window drooped, the asphalt road was scorching hot from the sun, and people's clothes were almost scorched by the sun.

On this scorching summer day, when I was blowing on the air conditioner, playing on the computer, and eating snacks at home, my good friend Wang Kun invited me to play tennis. If he refused, he had no choice but to agree to it. We came to the tennis court. After more than an hour of fighting, I defeated Wang Kun with difficulty through the "tiebreak".

At this time, we were sweating profusely and our mouths were dry. Suddenly, I heard a big sister selling popsicles not far from the tennis court shouting: "Selling popsicles! Who wants popsicles!" We were overjoyed when we heard someone selling popsicles - after all, there are no shops around the tennis court, but when I After touching my pocket, I became discouraged - I actually forgot to bring any money.

"Hey! Why did you forget to bring money at this time?" I couldn't help but complain. "That's right, it's such a wonderful thing to be able to eat a popsicle in this hot weather!" Wang Kun said beautifully, but there was still a tone of frustration behind it.

At this time, I accidentally found a one-yuan note next to a pile of garbage, but when I took a closer look, it turned out to be a half-cut one-yuan note, but at that time How can we still think about these things? So we ignored everything and went straight to the big sister selling popsicles. Once we got there, we were out of breath.

I gave the one-yuan banknotes I had folded in advance to the elder sister and said, "Sister, here are two popsicles." "Okay!" the elder sister said enthusiastically.

But at this moment, my mood was ups and downs like waves, like flowing water, extremely unstable. I was afraid that my eldest sister would find out that the one yuan was half, and then scold me and scold me like a dog. My head was covered in blood and I was embarrassed in front of everyone. Fortunately, the eldest sister put the money in her pocket as soon as she took it, then gave us two popsicles, and we ran away quickly.

Eating the popsicles obtained by deception, I felt really bad. It was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty came all at once. Look at Wang Kun again. , but he ate it with gusto and said: "This popsicle tastes really good." After eating the popsicle, I wanted to check the time, but found that my watch was missing.

Oops! Oh my god! What to do? This watch was brought back to me by my uncle from Beijing. It was worth several hundred yuan. I was so anxious that I couldn't help crying and shed tears of sadness. At this time, I heard a familiar footsteps slowly walking towards me behind me. I turned around and looked, oh, isn't this the big sister selling popsicles? She still had my watch in her hand.

"Little brother, is this watch yours?" "It's mine." I said with shame and joy.

"Okay, give it back to you." After she said that, she returned the watch to me.

"Sister, thank you so much, actually.

That one dollar is.

Yes."

"Okay. Come on, stop talking. In fact, I already knew it.

Why should I hurt your self-esteem for that one dollar? But you are still a good boy if you dare to admit your mistake. ." She said and left.

At this time, it was already evening, and I stood blankly, watching her back fade away from my field of vision. I seem to see a beautiful lily blooming in the deserted wilderness. It is so fraternal and perfect.

At that moment, I was moved. 8. Write an essay of more than 350 words on the theme of "That moment, I was moved"

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That moment, I was moved

"Happy birthday to Teacher Luo!" These eight words are still deeply imprinted in my mind, and they are often recalled in my ears.

It was noon on October 7th. Several classmates went to the office to hand in their homework and accidentally discovered a bouquet of flowers on Teacher Luo's desk with a card stuck on it, which probably said "Happy Birthday".

Oh my God, today is Teacher Luo’s birthday!

When they got the big news, they rushed to the classroom to tell us. It was just after dinner, and we took advantage of the opportunity before the teacher came up. Several people divided the work to arrange the blessings and decorations on the blackboard. Everyone was in a hurry. Some of them had just finished drawing the balloon and were in a hurry to mark the edges of the characters. Some were creative and drew a firework and a candle. We made the blackboard "colorful", but that's not bad, at least it has a birthday atmosphere.

But no one expected that it was Teacher Zhang who assigned homework at noon. I originally wanted to give Teacher Luo a surprise, but... Teacher Zhang will definitely tell Teacher Luo this big news!

But we were not discouraged, so we continued planning. We know that Teacher Luo will definitely come to the third class in the afternoon. So, after we finished physical education class, the whole class unexpectedly didn't buy anything to eat and hurried up to paint. Halfway through our painting, Teacher He from Class 5 (1) came to see it and said, "Haha, what's the use of painting? It's better to give a gift!" But only we knew in our hearts. However, from his tone, he seemed a little jealous! As far as I know, after finishing the drawing, every student drew something on the blackboard, whether it was a balloon or a candle or a firework... Even Yi Wan, who is usually not very "public" Xing also drew a heart-shaped balloon.

Several "sentinels" shouted: "Teacher Luo is here, hurry up!" After hearing this, everyone rushed back to their seats like deserters, and in the panic, they did not forget to set the table. Neatly, someone shouted: "Close the door quickly!" I closed the door immediately. At the moment when Teacher Luo opened the door, we originally planned to call out one, two, three after I called the classmates, but everyone seemed impatient and didn't wait for me to call first, as if the excitement in their hearts was released all at once. : "Wish Teacher Luo a happy birthday!" Teacher Luo looked at us and then at the blackboard, with tears in his eyes... At this time, there were several girls there. Wipe away tears quietly. . The words of blessing continued to echo throughout the classroom. Teacher Luo was moved, and we were also moved... 9. Write an essay titled "I was really touched at that moment"

Dakar Rally ——This most difficult event on earth attracts the attention of millions of people every year. Her charm comes from the strangeness of the desert scenery, the hardship and passion in the competition, and even more from that tragic and high-spirited feeling!

I am moved by the racing driver! I am moved by the racing! Dakar, I am touched by you!

In the desert, the relationship between people is the most sincere. There is no deception or deceit, and it gives people spiritual baptism and touching.

Vehicles are traveling in groups, I run out of gas, and you walk down with the spare gas tank; when you fall, I stop the car and lend a helping hand. During the game, people behave less like rivals and more like brothers, forming life-and-death friendships. Chinese Paladin driver Xu Lang said this experience in an interview: He met a foreign driver while driving. He asked Xu Lang to stop the car and then calmly told him that the sand in front was very soft and to pay attention to safety. At this time, Xu Lang discovered that a foreign racing car was trapped in the sand on the roadside. Xu Lang said, with a surge in his eyes. I know that he must have been very moved at that time, because I also felt my soul shocked in front of the TV: What a great character this is. The foreign driver's own car was still stuck in the sand, but he was thinking of other drivers. safety. In front of nature, people are so insignificant, but in front of united people, nature is not invincible. Isn't this worth touching?

Perhaps cars are among the thousands of machines created by human beings that are worthy of being described as "beautiful". Fighters and tanks may be more "beautiful", but they are tools for killing people after all. It cannot be associated with beauty. On the journey to Dakar, the warriors and their racing cars are inseparable: the car and the people are one, the car is there and the people are there, even if the car crashes and people die, the car has long been a part of the racer.

The yellow sand in the sky is endless, and the beauty of cars and people speeding between heaven and earth, how can it not make people feel inexplicably moved!

The destination of the race - Dakar Rose Lake. The dream-like name has attracted many warriors to embark on the journey. This is the dream of mankind to defeat nature. Since the birth of the Dakar Rally in 1979, 48 people, including 30 riders, have lost their lives on the way to Dakar in the past 27 years. Rally organizer Sabini was also involved in a helicopter crash. Although he is sleeping in the desert, the wheels of the Dakar Rally will not stop. Sabini's father inherited the business from father to son, allowing the dust of racing to continue to rise in the desert. The 2005 race was even more tragic. Four riders and two locals died in car accidents, including the two-time motorcycle champion Meoni. When his teammates heard the sad news of his passing, they all knelt gently beside the car. Everyone mourned for him that night. The next day, the drivers all wore black ribbons to commemorate this warrior. The race started again...the sun will still rise. , the desert is still windy and sandy, and the death of the warrior brings courage and faith to people. This is a tragic and firm touch.

"Before you set off, it is always just a dream, and getting on the road is the challenge." This is the famous saying of Sabine, the organizer of the rally, and it is also the reason why everyone, including me, was moved by it. 10. An article " At that moment, I was moved."

The passage of time has diluted many beautiful memories, and the quicksand of the years has precipitated bright pearls.

Every time I recall that scene, I am deeply moved and respected. I remember it was mid-autumn, a Sunday night, before it got dark, and a group of dark clouds suddenly floated over from the southern sky. In a short time, it covered the entire sky, and you could still vaguely hear the rumble of thunder.

It’s going to rain! Mom and dad hurried outside and brought home the jujube skins (cornus meat) and shiitake mushrooms they had squeezed out after a long day of work. I knew that in order to prevent the piled-up, wet jujube skins and shiitake mushrooms from discoloring and failing to sell at a high price, I had to dry them all tonight.

Fortunately, I have a dryer at home, but the responsibility of drying falls on my father's shoulders. I thought it would be drying soon, and my father would be able to have a good sleep after a tiring day.

So I didn’t bother and went into my room early to fall asleep. The next day, when it was still dark, I got up to go to the toilet.

Opening the door of the main room, a breath of fresh air rushed in. Through the dim light of the morning sun, I found that the ground in the yard was already wet. Just as I was about to step out of the door, I suddenly saw that the light in the room where the dryer was placed was still on.

Did dad forget to turn off the light? No! Does it take so long to dry those precious things? Then dad is exhausted, isn’t he? I walked over and gently opened the ajar door. That scene made my heart heat up, and tears slipped out of my eyes unconsciously.

Dad was leaning on the chair, as if sleeping but not asleep. The flames in the stove illuminated his kind and kind bronze face. He still had a cigarette in his mouth and sucked half of it, but he had already smoked it. The cigarette butt was extinguished; the right hand held a piece of firewood, which was drooped down, but that hand seemed to be still filling the stove vigorously, but he was really exhausted. I slowly walked up to him with tears in my eyes, and was about to take the firewood out of his hand. He woke up, filled the firewood in, looked back at me, and immediately pretended to be full of energy and said: " My child, it’s so cold today. Go to bed and be careful not to catch a cold. Your father and I are still strong!” Her face was full of smiles, but I was already bursting into tears.

I choked and said: "Dad, go and have a rest! Don't be tired. Let me take care of you?" But my father said in a commanding tone: "How can this be done! Go to sleep!" "Dad!" "Go quickly!" I had no choice but to leave the drying room.

Dad! Please take care of yourself! The body is the capital of revolution. Don’t neglect your body for us! Expand.