One thing that moved me 400 words.
When I woke up, the snow had stopped and I felt much better. At this time, I saw the most touching scene-my mother sat on a small stool and fell asleep on the edge of the hospital bed. I turned around and saw a lot of medicine and delicious food on the bedside table. I know my mother bought it for me while I was sleeping. There is also a note on the bedside table. I picked it up and looked at it. It says, "son, take care of yourself in the future." Seeing this note, my tears turned several times in my eyes and finally could not help but flow out.
Although it has been two years since this incident, many things have happened in my childhood memory. There are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing that moved me so much that I can't forget it for a long time.
I remember when I was in the second grade, one day in our class in physical education class, my classmates and I were playing the game of catching chickens happily. Unfortunately, a senior student ran over and knocked me down at once. I hurt my knee, which made me cry, and my classmates gathered around when they heard the cry. Some classmates comforted me and said, "Liu Xin, don't cry. Let me rub it for you! " Some squatted down to help me blow the wound. What moved me most was Mr. Hou. She squatted in front of me and let me lie on my back. Then she stood up hard, carried me to the platform of the school with her young body, and let me sit there and rest. At this time, Wei Xinxin came running, brought me the anti-inflammatory drugs she should eat, helped me grind the anti-inflammatory drugs into powder and spread them on the wound. ...
Everyone says that friendship is precious, but in my opinion, friendship is not only precious, but also touching. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly and will never forget it. Respondents: Angel Ballad | Level 2 | 2011-4-3010:15.
Time flies, and many memories fade with the passage of time. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.
That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Bobo, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.
Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.
At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.
"Bobo, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...
An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard ... Responder: enthusiastic netizen | 201-4-3010:16.
There is a good saying: "People are moved because they live in love." Love is everywhere in life, and touching is everywhere. There is such a story that touched me-
There was a boy who lived alone with his only relative and sister because his parents died young. However, disaster befalls these two unfortunate children again. My sister is very ill and needs blood transfusion. But the blood in the hospital is too expensive, and the boy has no money to pay any fees. Although the hospital exempted the operation fee, his sister would still die without blood transfusion.
As the only relative of my sister, the boy's blood type is the same as my sister's. Ask the boy if he is brave and has the courage to bear the pain when drawing blood. The boy began to hesitate. 10-year-old brain finally nodded after some thinking.
When drawing blood, the boy quietly didn't make a sound, just smiled at his sister in the next bed. After drawing blood, the boy asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?"
The doctor wanted to laugh at the boy's ignorance, but he was shocked: in the brain of the boy 10, he thought that blood transfusion would kill him, but he was still willing to give blood to his sister. At that moment, the boy decided to be brave all his life and make up his mind to die.
The doctor's palms are sweating. He held the boy's hand tightly and said, "don't worry, you won't die." Blood transfusion will not lose life. "
The boy's eyes lit up: "Really? Then how many years can I live? "
The doctor smiled and said lovingly, "You can live to be 100 years old, young man, you are very healthy!" " "The boy jumped and jumped for joy. After confirming that he was really okay, he rolled up his arm again-the arm that had just been bleeding, raised his head and solemnly said to the doctor, "Then give half my blood to my sister, and each of us will live for 50 years!" "
It is because of this boy's courage, his kindness and innocence that I am moved. This is not a child's unintentional promise, but the most precious love in the world.
In my memory, there are many things that moved me. However, what impressed me the most was what happened two years ago.
It was a cold night, because I enjoyed playing during the day, and in the middle of the night, my illness pulled me out of my dream. I have a splitting headache and I feel feverish all over. My mother was awakened by my groan and quickly asked with concern, "What's the matter, son?" "I feel sick." Mother immediately touched my head with her rough hand, and then ran to the living room to take out the thermometer and put it under my arm. "Oh, thirty-nine degrees seven." Mom quickly helped me get dressed without saying anything. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother quickly registered me, took me to see a doctor, and finally took me to the infusion room for infusion. It was already three o'clock in the morning after the nurse pushed me into the ward. I was tired and sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up, the snow had stopped and I felt much better. At this time, I saw the most touching scene-my mother sat on a small stool and fell asleep on the edge of the hospital bed. I turned around and saw a lot of medicine and delicious food on the bedside table. I know my mother bought it for me while I was sleeping. There is also a note on the bedside table. I picked it up and looked at it. It says, "son, take care of yourself in the future." Seeing this note, my tears turned several times in my eyes and finally could not help but flow out.
Although it has been two years since this incident, many things have happened in my childhood memory. There are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing that moved me so much that I can't forget it for a long time.
I remember when I was in the second grade, one day in our class in physical education class, my classmates and I were playing the game of catching chickens happily. Unfortunately, a senior student ran over and knocked me down at once. I hurt my knee, which made me cry, and my classmates gathered around when they heard the cry. Some classmates comforted me and said, "Liu Xin, don't cry. Let me rub it for you! " Some squatted down to help me blow the wound. What moved me most was Mr. Hou. She squatted in front of me and let me lie on my back. Then she stood up hard, carried me to the platform of the school with her young body, and let me sit there and rest. At this time, Wei Xinxin came running, brought me the anti-inflammatory drugs she should eat, helped me grind the anti-inflammatory drugs into powder and spread them on the wound. ...
Everyone says that friendship is precious, but in my opinion, friendship is not only precious, but also touching. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly and will never forget it.
I wrote an article myself and wanted to send it, but the teacher will read it next Monday, so I still remember every detail. I will never forget my mother's kindness to me.
In my childhood memory, many things happened. There are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing that moved me so much that I can't forget it for a long time.
I remember when I was in the second grade, one day in our class in physical education class, my classmates and I were playing the game of catching chickens happily. Unfortunately, a senior student ran over and knocked me down at once. I hurt my knee, which made me cry, and my classmates gathered around when they heard the cry. Some classmates comforted me and said, "Liu Xin, don't cry. Let me rub it for you! " Some squatted down to help me blow the wound. What moved me most was Mr. Hou. She squatted in front of me and let me lie on my back. Then she stood up hard, carried me to the platform of the school with her young body, and let me sit there and rest. At this time, Wei Xinxin came running, brought me the anti-inflammatory drugs she should eat, helped me grind the anti-inflammatory drugs into powder and spread them on the wound. ...
Everyone says that friendship is precious, but in my opinion, friendship is not only precious, but also touching. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly and will never forget it.
I wrote an article myself and wanted to post it, but the teacher will read it next Monday, so I can't. Respondents: enthusiastic users | 2011-5-219: 28.
Everyone has encountered something that touches them, and I am no exception. If you want to know, please read on!
It was my summer vacation when I was six years old. I'm too hot to drink water. My mother seemed to read my mind and gave me fifty cents, so I skipped out. After I bought ice cream, I was about to taste it. I remembered my sweaty mother and wanted to go home and share it with her. On the way home, I can lie on the steps and jump up and down. At this moment, two aunts passed by, and one of them said, "Look how dangerous that child is. What if he falls? " I ignored my second aunt's words and thought, I can't fall!
Just then, my foot was empty, I fell to the ground and my leg was scratched. I was crying on the ground, and then a big brother came over. He picked me up and walked to the nearby clinic. I cried and shouted, "ice cream!" " Eldest brother said, "Tell me your home phone number and I'll buy you an ice cream." I told him my home phone number and watched him walk to the telephone booth. Then I understood that my eldest brother was calling my mother. Big brother didn't take an ice cream in his hand when he came over. I was about to cry. He took out an ice cream like magic. When the doctor bandaged it, it hurt me, so my eldest brother made faces to tease me. After a while, my mother came and gave my eldest brother money. My eldest brother doesn't want it. Let him sit at home for a while. Neither did he. He said, "This is what I should do." Say that finish and left.
Thank you, big brother, I will continue to pass on this love baton!
My childhood life recorded many past events that touched me, such as the actions of passers-by, classmates, friends and relatives ... In my memory ocean, there is a unique one that has been sweet and moist in my heart so far. Responder: Hammer Ford uo | Level 1 | 20 1 1-5-3.
In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.
On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a roadside food stall to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.
Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! "
After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.
It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.
Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life. Respondent: www454553042 | Level 2 | 201-5-418: 45.
Everyone has encountered something that touches them, and I am no exception. If you want to know, please read on!
It was my summer vacation when I was six years old. I'm too hot to drink water. My mother seemed to read my mind and gave me fifty cents, so I skipped out. After I bought ice cream, I was about to taste it. I remembered my sweaty mother and wanted to go home and share it with her. On the way home, I can lie on the steps and jump up and down. At this moment, two aunts passed by, and one of them said, "Look how dangerous that child is. What if he falls? " I ignored my second aunt's words and thought, I can't fall!
Just then, my foot was empty, I fell to the ground and my leg was scratched. I was crying on the ground, and then a big brother came over. He picked me up and walked to the nearby clinic. I cried and shouted, "ice cream!" " Eldest brother said, "Tell me your home phone number and I'll buy you an ice cream." I told him my home phone number and watched him walk to the telephone booth. Then I understood that my eldest brother was calling my mother. Big brother didn't take an ice cream in his hand when he came over. I was about to cry. He took out an ice cream like magic. When the doctor bandaged it, it hurt me, so my eldest brother made faces to tease me. After a while, my mother came and gave my eldest brother money. My eldest brother doesn't want it. Let him sit at home for a while. Neither did he. He said, "This is what I should do." Say that finish and left.
Thank you, big brother, I will continue to pass on this love baton!
My childhood recorded a lot of past events that touched me, such as the actions of passers-by, classmates, friends and relatives ... In my memory ocean, only one is so sweet and moist in my heart. Respondents: 89702 1873 | Level 1 | 2011-5-510:10.
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