An 800-word composition entitled Touching things.

There are many touching things in life. There are often many unforgettable things in subtle life. Who do parents sweat for? Who is Qian Qian's outstretched hands to the world for? I know my parents sweat for me.

The door opened and my mother came in. She looks tired. She changed her shoes and sat on the sofa with her eyes closed. I know mom has worked hard again. She is very tired every day. Wouldn't you be tired if it were you? Have you ever thought that if my parents hadn't given birth to you and raised me, they would still be traveling around the world now! Mother sat on the sofa, practicing meditation with her eyes closed, pressing her fingers on her temples and turning constantly. After dinner, my mother sat in a chair and kept typing on the keyboard in front of the computer. My mother may be busy with work again. Seeing that my mother was busy, I went out to the living room and poured a cup of warm water for my mother to drink.

"Mom, you were laborious. Take a break. " I looked at my mother affectionately. She lost weight.

"No, this document will be submitted to the company tomorrow, so we must finish it quickly." Mother frowned and vaguely saw many wrinkles on her forehead.

"It wasn't long before I typed the words on this piece of paper on the computer. It's just a file. I can do it too. Let me help you type. You can rest first. " I tried to persuade my mother to help me.

"Go take a shower and sleep, don't be an eyesore here!" Mother looked serious, so I had to obey orders. Out of the bathroom, I went to my mother's room, and my mother fell asleep at her desk. I watched my mother fall asleep and didn't want to wake her. I sat in the computer chair, quickly helped my mother type, and checked the typos again. Then cover my mother with a quilt and look at the time. It's almost eleven o'clock. I want to play chess with Duke Zhou.

Get up the next day, wash up and come to the table. I saw a smile on my mother's lips, which was a sweet smile. My night's hard work was not in vain, but I got happiness.

Seeing my parents so busy every day, for whom? I ah! Whose happiness did their sweat get? I ah! What did my parents get for my laziness? Thanks for your hard work. So what did my efforts bring to my parents? Happiness.

I feel very happy because my parents sweat for me.

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As soon as I talk about touching things, I can't help thinking of that day. I remember that day, I woke up early, and Father Sun touched the earth with warm arms. Today is another fine day.

I went to the living room and saw my mother sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. I sit next to my mother and read the newspaper. My mother suddenly said to me, "My son will give you ten dollars to buy breakfast." I thought, "It's too much trouble to buy breakfast, and I have to run downstairs." So I said to my mother, "I don't want to go." "Go, son!" Pass me ten dollars. "Mom, I don't want to go," I said. "If I let you go, you will waste something." Usually good-natured mother also flew into a rage. I can't help it Let's go I put on my shoes and pouted. Go out of the house. As I walked, I thought, It's really unfair. Buying breakfast should be an adult's business. Why let the children go? It's really unfair. Let's see which child here comes to buy breakfast. Fortunately, I bought it early and the money was right. My mother praised me, but I'm still a little unhappy.

The next day, I still got up early, sunny, but in a bad mood. I was still thinking about yesterday, when I heard my father say to my mother, "Go buy breakfast bars and let the children sleep more." "My mother said," it's not that I don't want to buy breakfast. I want to exercise his self-care ability through small things. I was very moved to hear that. I put on my clothes and rushed to my parents and shouted, "Mom and Dad, I'm going to buy breakfast."

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I have heard two touching things.

Once upon a time, there was a brother and sister, whose mother died young, and only they lived alone. Life is hard every day, but they are still happy.

One day, my sister was very ill. Due to excessive bleeding, she developed severe ischemia and had to undergo surgery. But they have no money at all. The doctor told his brother, "If you don't donate blood, your sister will die of excessive blood loss."

The boy promised the doctor. Soon, the boy was lying on the straw mat. When donating blood, the boy just smiled at his sister and had no other reaction. After the blood donation, the boy jumped up, and then looked at his blood-drawing arm to make sure it was okay. The boy asked, "How long can I live?" When the doctor was about to laugh at the boy's ignorance, he was shocked by the boy's bravery in the blink of an eye. The doctor smiled and said, "You can still live 100 years old, little friend, you are very healthy." "Then draw more blood!" The boy said, "each of us will live to be 50 years old!" "

This is not the childish language of children, but the purest and truest words of human beings.

One more thing, a boy's mother also died young. The boy is poor and often cries on the road.

One day. When the boy cried, his eyes blurred and he bumped into an old man. The old man was not angry and asked, "Why are you crying?" The boy said, "My mother has passed away and didn't give me any gifts before she died." The old man said, "Actually, it was a gift from your mother. She gave you a pair of bright eyes to observe the world, a pair of ears to listen to the world, and a passionate love for the world. Isn't that enough? "

The boy stopped crying, and gradually, he was full of confidence in his life and thought he could live even without his mother.

I hope that the unfortunate people in the world, like these two people, will bravely overcome misfortune and become a lucky person.

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These days, my mother is sick and lying at home. Every time my father went out, he repeatedly told me to take good care of my mother and help her with housework.

On this day, I played computer games on the Internet. I was fascinated when my mother woke up and said to me, "son, my mother is very upset." Why don't you cook for yourself and then clean up the house? " "It's okay! All right! I'll go. " I said impatiently. But I can't take my eyes off the computer. Gradually, I forgot what my mother told me. ...

After a long time, I turned around, huh? Where's mom? When I came to the living room, my mother was lying on the sofa, and the mop fell to the ground and was half wet. I seem to understand something. My heart is like a knife. I don't know what I should do or say. I just stood there and stared at my mother's tired face. ...

A few minutes later, I covered my mother with a quilt. At that moment, I heard a clear metal collision and my heart jumped with a bang. Sure enough, dad came back. He woke up his mother and asked, "Have you eaten? How to sleep here? " Mother nodded. Dad turned to me and asked, "Did you help my mother?" I looked down, my face was red and I was ashamed. My mother took it: "He is very good and helped me do a lot of things!" " "Dad touched my head and smiled.

This surprised me. I never thought my mother would say that. Maybe my mother is afraid of me, and strict father criticizes me? But I really didn't do housework! Should I confess to my father or let my mother hide it? I really don't know what to do.

Because of this, I have been reflecting for several days. My mother raised me very hard. Now that I have grown up, I can do something for my mother, and I should take the initiative to do it.

Touch is an invisible thing, invisible to the naked eye, and can only be felt with the heart.